#so they just pick up the other's weapon and don't notice it until they kill the monster together

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy and annabeth routinely swap weapons in battle. it's not a concious feat. it's just that they consider themselves a single unit when fighting for their lives. so their partner's weapon is also their weapon.

#sometimes riptide appears in annabeth pocket by mistake #so when percy loses his pen #he just has to locate annabeth to get it back #also #im just envisioning these two fight an enormous monster and their weapon gets flung from their hands #so they just pick up the other's weapon and don't notice it until they kill the monster together #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #percabeth headcanon #percabeth fluff #percabeth being the cutest couple to ever not exist #don't fuck with percabeth

[white-sinner]

Yandere mafia boss son

x male ice skater reader

Warning: threats, sex, mafia, rudely reader

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Alex. the son and heir of one of the leading figures in the mafia underworld enters a high school full of talented people what happens when he meets m / n the rising star of the gold medal at the ice skating world championships? Alex has achieved and will achieve everything he desires. Will he try to be a gentleman or will he be more abrupt with our dear ice skater?

yandere mafia boss: who was not at all happy to go to a school all his life and studied at home instill how he could learn the ways of drug and underworld in a normal school ?but now things have changed he knows how to defend himself with weapons and how to pretend flawlessly but still going to school will give him the opportunity to interact with "ordinary" people

yandere mafia boss son: that even though you two were in the same biology class he never noticed you until he was looking for an after school class because it was compulsory and he stumbles upon the skating rink and there he sees your figure skating with it your hair E / c moving, your uniform that matched your bright eyes. to say that he was enchanted was an understatement

yandere son mafia boss: that he feel his cheeks blush when you had finished your choreography you turned to look at him and with fox eyes you asked him

"did you like the show?"

at that moment he froze and after a few seconds he replied that you were very good and introduced himself as Alex Adonis and invent a fake job for his parents obviously he couldn't tell what job they really did so he made up that they were bank owners throughout America, China and Italy and you replied

"hmm.. interesting I'm Y/n L/n rising star of ice skating i could say it was a pleasure to meet you but I'd be lying you seem full of yourself but who knows maybe we'll see ecoters around the school bye”

yandere son of the mafia boss: that say he remained infatuated was little. not even a thank you? such an abrupt answer? no one had ever answered him so rudely before but this only made him fall in love even more. good looks, personality, talent what more could he ask for from his prince now he had a mission to make you hers be it with good manners or with bad at the top of his family he was like this. Your first love is the one that will stay by your side forever all life was like this for his father, grandfather, great grandfather it was like this for generations and it was always correct

yandere mafia boss son: that towards the evening he summons the whole family to announce that he had found his other half obviously bringing all your personal information taken with some “research” his mother and father gave him their approval saying you were admirable perfect for the family but they warning Alex that you two had to give birth to at least one heir but he could easily rent a bitch to stay pregnant and then after the baby was born he would kill her

yandere mafia boss son: who went on for months courting you by giving you your favorite flowers, jewels, he was always present in your ice skating competitions, when you fell asleep in class he would come over to cuddle you. what is this feeling you had? were you perhaps falling in love?

yandere mafia boss son: that during his confession he reveal that he is the heir of a mafia clan and if you had not accepted his proposal he would have hurt the people you care about and locked you up in his giant house. to which you replied

“okokok! but don't hurt the people I care about!!”

at which a tear fell from you

“don't cry puppy as long as you're with me and you don't try to run away everything will be fine you just remain my snow prince now sign this is later i'll take you to meet the family don't worry I've already contacted your parents you'll stay with me for the whole weekend”

and Alex let you into the limousine

 yandere mafia boss son: that after dinner he picked you up and took you to his room which was full of roses and candles. he puts you on the bed and slowly undresses you you knew very well what he was about to do and yet you didn't stop him he was crazy sick but he was your crazy

“w-wait! I'm not ready i-I can't- AAh~” “you're so tight m/n this is your first time? it's not so puppy~”

he smirked

“what's up aren't you being presumptuous anymore? Do you remember the first time you told me my prince? well I think it's time you take your punishment “

“ i'm s-sorwy aaa~ too much too much I c-ant aaaah~”

“mmh…look a bit you're already praying for forgiveness you're so delicate”

he starts to going faster than it already wasn't going

" but you know when you act like a bad boy you take the consequences puppy maybe you forgot who you have to obey"

"A-Alex aaa~ Alex "

"don't worry my name will be soon the only thing you will know”

his cock was too big for you and he liked it a lot

The reader in the morning=♿️

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#male reader #sub male reader #sub reader #x male y/n #male y/n #yandere oc #my ocs <3 #yandere male #male x male #male x reader #yandere x reader #x male smut #bottom male reader #yandere smut #yandere x male reader #yandere mafia #mafia oc #yandere mlm

[al-of-the-stars]

"Lily of the Valley"

Lute x GN Angel Reader

Synopsis: After being saved from a near-death encounter, you slowly fall in love with Lute, the very same angel who had rescued you. Little do you know, she harbors the same feelings for you.

A/n: I honestly had this idea in a dream and when I remembered it, my first thought was "holy shit I GOTTA write this" Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!

You never had much of a relationship with Lute. Sure, you were pretty good acquaintances but there wasn’t much more to it than that. You both worked for the exorcist army but she was on the battlefield while you were on the sidelines as a strategist, planning the exterminators' next move. That was until one extermination. While you were lost in your own plans, your eyes practically glued to the map in your hands,you failed to notice the demon behind you holding an angelic weapon. Just when the sinner was about to stab you, you felt another presence nearby. When you turned around, you saw none other than the lieutenant of the exorcists herself, covered in splashes of crimson. Your eyes went wide and you felt golden blood rush to your face, though you couldn't tell if it was from the near-death experience you just had or how attractive Lute looked while killing that unholy soul. You thought it was most likely the latter. “Are you alright? You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?” Those words snapped you out of your train of thought.

“Oh I think I'm fine, thank you,”

“It's not a problem, I'm glad you're okay,” You could have sworn you saw the face on her mask turn into a smile, but you didn't have enough time to comprehend anything as she dashed off flying. Since that day, you grew much closer. During training, you couldn't help but take glances at her. Unbeknownst to you due to the limited expression of her mask, she was doing the same. When you looked her way, she would try extra hard to impress you. All the other exorcists noticed and attempted to wingman her in their spare time.

“Just tell them already!”

“What's the worst that could happen?”

“They look at you like a lovesick anime schoolgirl, there is no way they don't like you back,” After practice, you two would usually visit a cafe and just chat; your company was the highlight of her day. This became routine and slowly, your relationship and feelings grew more and more until it became unbearable to hold it in. Lute finally got sick of those outings being just a hangout between two friends, she was sick of looking at you and wishing she could just grab your waist and pull you in for a kiss, she was sick of pretending she didn't love you. Another day of training passed by and as you walked out the door of the cafe, Lute handed you an envelope.

“Open this when you get home,” She instructed. The walk back to your house felt like forever and the curiosity was practically killing you. The moment you walked through the door, you opened the neatly sealed envelope.

“Dear Y/n,

I was originally going to write a poem to explain how I felt but I'm not too great with metaphors or meanings, so I'll be straightforward with you like always. I love you. I can't help but admire you when you do the most regular things. I have fallen in love with everything about you, your smile, your eyes, your voice. If you feel the same, next time we visit somewhere after practice, I hope it can be a date.

-Lute”

Along with the letter, there was a flower. More specifically, it was a lily of the valley, a flower that represents love and sincerity. You picked up the lily and put it in a vase with water. Who knew the stone-cold lieutenant had a heart of gold?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute #hazbin x reader

[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

#william miller #will miller #william ironhead miller #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #will miller x you #will miller x y!n #will ironhead miller headcanon #will ironhead miller x reader #william ironhead miller fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier imagines #charlie hunnam

[uououi7879]

Admiration.

You want to save a man who does not want to be saved.

Pairing: Uchiha Madara x reader

"Don't move."

Your eyes are fixated on his back.

"Uchiha Madara."

That name stumbled from your mouth without much thought when you saw him walking away, his back facing you.

You had grown to trust that back, those broad shoulders covered by a mane of a hair but here you are pointing your weapon at the same back you once swore to look after.

"You violated the treaty. You know what that means.", you say almost in a whisper. You wanted to sound tough but your body is not in sync with your intentions.

"I know." A pause.

"But the place needs a change.I need to change it."

"Even if it means war."

Your heart sinks as the words roll out of his tongue.

He never lies. That's the problem with him.

You know which is why right now you wish he were a liar because if this is what he really thinks, you cannot change his mind.

He is Madara Uchiha. You can kill him but he will stand for what he believes.

You want to scream at him. Tell him this is only going to hurt everyone and if not everyone, he will definitely not come out unscathed. You want to knock some sense into him. But you can't.

You can't save someone who does not want to be saved.

And Because you know your place.You are just another Shinobi he knows.

You can't make a difference.

It hurts but it's true. All your life you have admired him, watched him from the sidelines as he would leave and return from war. The clan leader, the prodigy, the achiever.

The closest you got to him was when you handed him a baked potato you were munching on when you stumbled upon him near the fountain. You may or may not have been stalking him. But he probably forgot. Why would he remember you? You are the very definition of ordinary.

He never looked at you but all you saw was him.

And when he finally did now you are stuck against one another. Fighting the same battle from different sidelines.

It hurt more than you thought. To not be able to stand by his side even until the very end till one of you stops breathing. You wanted to stand equal with him, admire him up close and perhaps if luck favoured it,

You wanted to love him. Freely for once. Not from the shadows. Not while hiding at the corners of the training grounds.

But here you are with your weapon pointing his way. Hoping desparately, you were not in this place, this time, this situation. You never thought you would hate being near him so much.

His back is wide, strong....but he looks alone. But he doesn't seem to mind it.

He needs help you know it but there is nothing you can help him with.

You want to cry, you want to disappear.

You'd rather he'd just kill you. Than being in different sidelines. Than being against each other's interest.

So you throw yourself into his attack range. Without any defence, with a stupid weapon just for show.

The next thing you know is a sharp pain in your neck and pitch darkness.

You lose your consciousness.You never thought you would one day be thankful to lose early in battle but here you are.Now at least you will not have to fight him.

Apparently Madara had hit a pressure point.

Madara stands there supporting your body with a single hand and he pulls you and picks you up. He examines your face and notices your wet cheeks and puffy eyes.

He smiles.

He knows this face.

"Not yet, baked potato."

#madara x reader #naruto #naruto headcanons #light angst #madara uchiha #madara #first post #madara headcanons #uchiha madara x reader #we love madara #someone feed me wuth madara content #i know its shitty i am sorry 😔

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Hank with nine feet tall!reader but reader is actually the new sun, and they have a smiley face like: =) but reader just chills around and eats hotdogs

Plot twist: hank accidentally created them when they killed the actual sun

Energy simply is. It cannot be destroyed. It cannot be created. It always is, and always will be. With the death of the Sun, her energy shot out into the sky, seeking out the most viable host in the area. It found a strong grunt, one with grit and will, a power to persevere even in the hardest of times.

A body capable of withstanding power, one of kind and sound mind, reasonable and in need of light. Pain struck your spine between your shoulder blades, splitting down your back and rushing into your bones. Heat followed, sunspots burning into your skin from the inside.

Light filled your eyes, bright beams extending to the sky, a calling to return to where it belongs, up above in the heavens, silent observer of the peaceful world below. The pain faded slowly, your new shifted form complete.

A crown of light floated around your head, warm toned silks enrobed your body, and intricate little sun patterns covered parts of your skin. Your slender fingers touched the silk, much softer than the cotton smock you'd been wearing mere moments ago, an- when did the ground get so far away?!

You caught your reflection in a window, a gasp escaping your lips. "W-what is this?" Warmth filled your being, emanating from your sternum, the heat rolling off you and warming the air around you. Bright, warm, tall. A freaky change, a far cry from the normalcy you'd lived until now. And yet....

You couldn't help but smile. Joy flooded your system, energy and love flooding from your being, the urge to twirl in your new robes was irritable, and you did, feeling the fabric moving with you.

Yet with all this energy burning from you, it left a deep void in your guts, an insatiable hunger taking over, mouth salivating at the mere thought of something tasty on your tongue.

A grunt with a hotdog cart was walking past, and you waved to him in excitement. "Helloooo~" You skipped over and beamed down at him. "May I have... Hmmm... Many hotdogs?" You couldn't pick a number, just intent on eating until you could feel full and ready to burn brighter.

He craned his neck to look at you. "You're a tall one, aren't you? Now how many hotdogs do you actually want? I need a number buddy."

You picked your wallet from your pocket, and you placed it down on the side. "As many as the money in there can buy!" He shrugged, and opened your wallet, taking your cash before starting to prepare your feast of pulverised meat. An important question left his lips.

"Mustard, or ketchup?"

After an intense brawl and interrogation, Hank had made progress on his journey to hunting down and executing the Sheriff. It'd be a cold day in hell before he forgave that bastard for eating his pie.

They paused when they noticed a familiar giant in the street, one he was absolutely positive he'd killed not an hour ago. "What. The. Fuck." You turned to look at him, half a hotdog in hand.

"Hiiiii! You want a hotdog too?" You held out the untouched one in your other hand, and Hank looked beyond livid.

"How the hell are you alive? I just killed you!" They patted their body, realising they were out of weapons. Fists would have to do, he's done it before, he can again.

"Huuuh? I don't know what you mean. I've never seen you before in my life. I think I'd remember. I'd definitely remember dying." You took another big bite, waving the hotdog at him. "Offers still open!"

He gritted his teeth, stomping over. "What are you playing at? What kind of game is this?"

"I don't follow. One moment I was walking along, the next I was bursting with joy and feeling so light! It's like I'm a whole different person! Well, I mean I guess I am. I didn't look like this earlier." You gnawed on your hotdog in thought.

"You're... not the sun that crawled down from the sky?" They questioned, incredibly cautious.

You shook your head with a smile. "Don't be silly! The sun is right th-" Where the fuck was the sun? "Uh.." Realisation started to dawn on you, perhaps.. it could be true? It would explain your sudden attitude shift, and physical shift, and the urge to just float into the sky.

"... Maybe I am the sun?" Your smile vanished for a moment, before it came back. "But isn't that wonderful? I can brighten up the world now. I think that's something powerful."

You sat on the curb, and Hank eventually sat with you. "At least you're not trying to kill me." They grumbled, a sour look on their face. "Feels like everything is against me right now, just 'cause one guy screwed me over." Their stomach growled. "....Is the offer for that hotdog still open?"

A giggle left your lips, and you handed them the ketchup slathered dog. "Eat up, I'm sure bright things will be coming your way. After all, when you hit low, the only way you can go is up, right?"

He swallowed his mouthful and sighed. "I sure hope so."

#hank #hank j wimbleton #hank x reader #madcom #madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #x gon deliver to ya #hawt dawgs are the only food in nevada lol

[gremlingottoosilly]

Just one shot [Military photographer!Reader x CoD characters] part three

You successfully escaped the hell of the art school — in debt, with nothing but your(shitty) camera, a diploma and disappointed parents who never understood your life choices. Being a part if the military wasn’t your first option, but what else can you do? And at least, people here are fun to work with…

Featured characters: Ghost

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Ah, you're fucked. Utterly and deeply, there is literally nothing you could do about your fate – once you get out of bed, you would have to face the cruel fate of being a person who has to take picture of Ghost. Like, the Ghost.

You doubt that he even wanted to be in the photo album, for fucks sake, even his files don't have photos! And yet, here you are, with nothing but your camera in your hands. Shaky, sticky from sweat, twitching little hands. Feeling like a crushed bug under the boot of some very rude and borderline sadistic kid. You wanted to play it cool, to maybe just wait a little bit so the storm will be finished before you start working. Unfortunately for you, you are literally on a clock and tight schedule. Unfortunately for you, Ghost literally has only one hour of free time. Unfortunately for you, you are going to steal this hour from him. With shaky - relax, for the love of god, he can't legally kill you o this base even if he would try really hard - you are going straight to the massive figure exiting the training area. Soap is looking at you strangely, almost making you step back and readjust everything you knew and loved. Gaz is not here, thankfully, so only one sergeant will be here to witness your inevitable demise. With a quiet sigh, you approached Ghost. And here you thought that being a photographer for the base will save you from the fate of being killed in action. Ghost will fucking kill you and then use your body to taunt all of the other recruits who are dumb enough to approach him next time.

"Sir, I am sorry for disturbing your peace and, quite frankly, I waited long enough for you to finish your training so I will have the opportunity to do my work and this is very important for the base morale and your team, obviously, so, um, what I was saying is..." "What is it, private? You need to speak short, I am not going to wait for ages for you to finish." You are going to die. Good luck, private Victor 6-8, you will never see these numbers be funny. "Sorry, sir. I need to take a photo of you, for the yearbook." "Not gonna happen, private." "But sir, this is important!" "No bloody photos. Ain't got time for this fashion magazine shit." "Sir, please, it's just one fast click! With mask, of course, I am not going to reveal your identity, I understand how important that is and..." "This is final. No." Ah, if you are going to die, at least you can die on your feet, with your weapon - well, your camera - in your hands and no sight of fear in your eyes. Even if you are so fucking terrified right now, that your legs are shakier than adrenaline junkie after a training session with KorTac. You can also just steal his mask and make Soap wear it, no one would ever notice a difference. Or you can be a bit more persuasive and use some of this pretty charm that you most certainly have. You do, right?

"Sir, if you are feeling uncomfortable about the prospect of making a photo, I can...oh, I can give you these sunglasses. What do you think?" He looks at the sunglasses, conveniently sitting on the desk near you. You don't know where they came from and who they belong to, but at this moment, this doesn't matter. You just need to make this photo, then exit to your room and wallow in sadness until the second coming of Christ or any other shit that you have been listening to while picking up a Christian radio station near the base. The devil is already here. And the devil is nodding, putting the sunglasses on. Fucking hell. "One photo. I'm not going to pose, just make it quick." He sounds like a grumpy dad who hates making photos in front of every statue on a vacation he was paying too much for. Or like q edgy teenager who hates his mom for making him pose for a family photo. Well, you are taking what you can and getting in position. Holy shit, this guy could be a model if he would want to. For Hot Topic, at least. You took the photo, now looking at the camera in your hands, trying to see if the lighting in this room was okay and Ghost doesn't look too fucking weird standing here like the Death itself. Although you think that even the Grim Reaper would be easier to convince. "Do you want to take a look, sir?" He is nodding again, leaning closer. He is right behind you now...large hands in skeleton gloves - so fucking edgy, you can't believe this guy - are slowly creeping on your waist, adjusting your position so it would be easier for him to look.

His hands are so big, that they can wrap around your waist with ease. He can squish all of your internal organs and won't even feel a thing, you think. This is terrifying, but then...oh shit, you feel something, growing inside with a rapid speed. You are a lost cause, you know this, right? "Not so hard on the eyes, huh, recruit?" His raspy voice is making something in your skin shiver. Not from fear, unfortunately for your poor soul. You really, really need to listen more closely to this religious radio - maybe, it will help you not act like a blushing mess in front of your superiors. "This is...yes, sir. You are looking quite nice." "Next time, private, tell me about this in advance. Would get a new haircut." Funny. He is looking and sounding like he is going to murder you - and yet, he is joking. Perhaps, you really should watch the dark corners of the base today. Would be pretty sad to die without even finishing the yearbook.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #cod #cod x you #cod x reader #call of duty #captain price #price x reader #gaz x reader

[charliedawn]

How would the slasher and Hannibal family react to their spouse who is usually very sweet and happy coming home angry and asking them if it's okay to rip someone's head off.

Morgan : "Rope, knife, gun..."

He would make the inventory of all the weapons at your disposal and watch from afar as you let your anger take over you on some pillows—imagining it was your problem.

Morgan is the type to internalize his anger and just give everyone the cold shoulder when he's upset.

But, seeing you drop the act and just go full-on murder spree thinking amuses him greatly and would also spur him on as to help you go over the edge of sanity.

Whether you go through your plan or not however, he would respect it and give you the comfort you need.

But, you need to understand that Morgan wasn't comforted often as a child, so he would probably not even notice when his comfort shifts into...something else.

Morgan *hums to your sleeping firm while playing with your hair* : "Don't worry darling...I'll make it all better." *picks out a knife and smirks before leaving*

The next day on national news :

A body has been discovered near the lake of (l/n)..After a few hours, we have finally been able to identify the victim as being (h/n)...

You looked back at Morgan who looked back at you unashamedly—with a peaceful expression on his face. They would never find him. He was too clever to get caught anyway..

Hannibal Sr. : "Tell me everything."

Oh. Very dangerous words coming from Hannibal Sr.

Hannibal Sr. would listen to you with keen attention and whether the problem is concerning a thing or a person, they'd probably disappear.

*soon after you told him*

Hannibal Sr. returned covered in blood that night and when you saw him change, your breath hitched.

"...W...What happened ?"

He stopped moving before offering you a small reassuring smile. You knew that smile, and it made you realize just how far he was willing to go for you.

And the simple thought brought tears to your eyes.

You had unleashed a monster...And you didn't know whether those tears were of joy or of fear. Maybe both ?

His eyes softened as he saw you cry and he slowly made his way to you to hold you close.

Hannibal Sr. *kisses your forehead* : "It's okay. Ssh...I'm alright. We're alright. They won't upset you ever again."

Peter : "Bad day ?" *opens his arms to hug you*

Peter knew before you had even passed the threshold and offered you to do everything fun to make you forget about your worries.

He played boardgames with you, cuddled with you, cooked for you and waited until you were asleep before his facade suddenly shattered and his smile dropped.

He got out of the bed and didn't tell you where he was going, but when you woke up, the axe was gone.

He burned his clothes that night. He wouldn't wear clothes that your tears had soiled. Tears that hadn't been caused by him.

You got out of the house and watched as ashes of your former problem raised in the air and seemed to only realize now the mistake you had committed.

"...I...I didn't mean...", you tried to explain, but Peter only chuckled as he knew exactly what you were about to say.

"I know what you meant, sunshine. And I wasn't going to do anything at first. But...*he turned towards you* Your tears are for me and only me, sunshine.", he whispered in the darkness and your eyes widened at his words.

"Peter...Would you hurt me ?", you asked after a moment. Peter stilled in his movements and glanced back at you with a chilling smile.

"No...Of course not. I love you. You know that, sunshine."

That smile didn't make his words feel any more genuine and the insane glimpse in the his eyes made you understand that you couldn't be sure, you were never going to be sure.

"I don't mind talking, love."

Hannibal Jr. did offer you assistance and even though he was off duty, he still listened and even comforted you.

Hannibal Jr. however wouldn't kill your problem as easily as the others, because he actually thinks about the consequences.

He's basically a single man taking care of three young adults who didn't have a good upbringing and he knows that if he was to disappear, those three young men would end up alone.

So, he would bid his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. He wouldn't necessarily kill the person who upset you, but he would make damn sure it never happens again.

You *eyes widened in surprise* : "I got a text from my boss. He said he's moving to another city and apologized for his lack of manners...Weird."

You then looked up suspiciously at Hannibal Jr. who pretended to be too busy with preparing dinner to actually hear you. But, you weren't fooled.

You *eyeing him up and down suspiciously* : "...You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you ?"

Hannibal Jr. hid his smile from you while wiping his hands in a piece of cloth and returning his attention on you.

Hannibal Jr : "Me ? Of course not, love. I was here all morning."

...A lie. Lie that wouldn't be discussed because you know that what is done is done. But, you did frown slightly before sighing in defeat.

"Fine...Keep your secrets. It's not like we're married or anything.."

He stilled in his movements to stare at you in surprise at you.

"Did I...offend you ?"

You sighed again before looking up at him.

"...I just don't understand why you would do all this behind my back. I'm here. I just..I just don't like it when you don't share your thoughts and plans with me, that's all.."

His bewildered look was quickly tamed and he smiled instead.

"Of course, dear. My apologies. No more secrets. I promise."

You didn't noticed when he crossed his fingers behind his back.

Sorry, love...Can't let you in too deep, or else you'll drown.

"Hot."

That's it. That's the only thought that went through his brain at that moment.

He had never ever seen you so angry and it was almost entrancing.

You had always been sweet and proper, but that new side of you just opened Kevin to a whole new list of possibilities.

You suddenly stopped to look at him when he grabbed your hand and shuddered as he was staring at you with attention.

"...Do you want me to do something about that problem of yours, princess ?"

Now, solution number 1: he helps you kill whoever has upset you and gets to see you truly unhinged.

Solution number 2: he helps you get your mind off the problem by...various means.

Fighting being amongst them. Seeing you all riled up just makes him want to tease you even more. He can't help it.

Kevin *smirks* : "You know..Keep looking like that and I'll give you another good reason to scream.."

You *frustrated* : "Don't. Just don't. I'm mad."

Kevin *laughs* : "That's the whole point."

Kevin finds emotions a big turn-on. He's basically attracted to people who let go of their restrains and just scream, cry laugh excessively...In a word, he's attracted to madness.

So, he would let you scream at him and once you've calmed down, he would then ask about what happened.

And whether or not you're still interested in having your revenge, he would help you.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #the hannibal family #hannibal x reader #hannibal family #hannibals #hannibal lecter #hannibal #morgan hannibal x reader #peter hannibal x reader #kevin hannibal x reader #hannibal jr #hannibal sr.

[goodboyaudios]

I'm back >:) with a fun question this time.

If BW were to take place in the planet of Manas(where MotH takes place), what class of magic would each of the main cast get? Like necromancer, wizard, etc.

And what about if MotH were to take in New Tenesse? Which class would each one get?

Hmm...this is quite difficult to do without breaking too much canon, but I'll try my best.

Albus wouldn't have been ousted as someone to be hated or despised. That being said, he'd definitely become some sort of soldier. Maybe a warrior of Fusfeimyol, most likely specializing in offensive boosting enchantments and other battle spells. Fighting, not to survive, but for the thrill solely. He'd be a Battlemage.

Devlin wouldn't be designing weapons. I actually think he'd let his creativity shine in the way it wants and become a toy maker. Technically, still an artificer, just in a more fantastical and in a profession he enjoys much more.

Faith would become a school teacher in the impoverished nations like Fusfeimyol. She'd probably run into Albus at some point. Actually that's pretty cute now that I think about it lol! The Gladiator and the School Teacher. Adorable.

Now, let's move to the MotH cast! This was a bit trickier so I wrote out their stories in this world.

Zed would be considered weak by most standards for Paladins. However, his heritage would anoint him a great deal of prestige. In this AU where the MotH characters are swapped with BW characters, I would say that Zed would be a son of the Paladin King. But not just any Paladin King, a king who would be assassinated, most likely by the Triad, and force Zed to escape into hiding. If the Triad were to ever catch him, he'd be killed, or worse...this makes Zed a nomadic warrior with no clan or family to call his own. Constantly running, or else he'll suffer the same fate as the rest of his family.

Raze would probably have completely different powers. She might not even be a star captain considering the relationship between New Tennessee and the Landstar. Raze would most likely be one of the founding Paladins, or at least one of their children. She could be a Sister Paladin, or a Knight Sargent, until meeting Magreos. Together they'd most likely try to start a clan and succeed actually. Magreos would be able to vent his violent tendencies in combat as a sort of sharp relief, however that could spell bad news for their relationship moving forward...

Makkaro would be a Knight for sure. While he is smart, he's not technically minded. No, instead he is on the side of justice and fighting for honor and truth. Makkaro, being as smart as he is however, would make him a target for the Triad to be watchful. They like keeping their fighters dumb. They don't think, they kill. Makkaro doing both is a dangerous combination. Even more so when Makkaro inevitably picks up reading when he falls in love with the Paladin King's daughter (Gienne), resulting in him getting captured by the Triad who scramble his mind and make him black out all of it, before sending him back to his family under the guise that he suffered some form of demonic attack and physical trauma which developed in the form of Amnesia. From that point on, Makkaro would be afraid to do any more fighting, in fear of what might happen.

Gienne, as I said would be the Paladin Kings daughter. She might actually be inducted into the Triad, given her position and intelligence, but I think Makkaro would make her see passed that. This of course would lead to Triad interference again, where they would make her hate Makkaro and want nothing to do with such a sniveling coward who can't pick up a sword and doesn't even remember her. After that, she'd be sent back to her blissfully happy life as a princess.

Sorry for how long this all was! You may have noticed how depressing the lives of the MotH characters are on New Tennessee. Surprise surprise, it's not a happy world lol While a lot of clans do enjoy the thrill of hunting monsters and being blissfully ignorant of those in power behind the scenes manipulating everyone, characters with as much importance and personality as these would typically get screwed over. And fast too.

#goodboyaudios #good boy audios #youtube #asmr roleplay #asmr boyfriend

[theoceanoasis]

Hot rod & soundwave in the middle of battle with soundwave finding hot rod heavy and full of sparklings.

He was what the autobots were trying to keep hidden, him and the few other bots carrying.

Soundwave made sure to relay visual feed to Megatron before taking Hot rod for himself at Megatrons call for a retreat.

Now that they knew autobots had carrying bots Megatron could lift the law of no carrying. He only placed it because autobots would offline carrying decepticons in efforts to keep their numbers low.

With an even playing field, he could allow his soldiers to breed to their sparks content and what better way to reward his communications officer than to allow him to have the bot he wants most of all?

Soundwave overriding the other mechs cna

Recently he'd discovered the Autobots secret base. He thought it was filled with secret weapons and important supplies. Which is why the Decepticons needed to destroy it. Because of the weapons they couldn't just bomb it. Instead they needed to take over the base and take control of those weapons so they could be used for their cause.

The plan had been going perfectly. They were inside the building taking out the last few Autobots who were defending a room with their lives. He'd never seen them fight so viciously until then and it made him wonder what was inside. Taking down the last Autobot, he opened the door and froze. Instead of weapons they found people.

It was a horrible sight. They were chained and obviously carrying. Left in the cold dark where they must have been freezing. However that wasn't the worst part. It was the energon spilled. He looked around in disgust. The Autobots had killed them. All of them were dead, with their bodies covered in holes.

"What now?"

Someone nearby asked and he didn't know what to say. Not at first, he was still in shock. He knew the Autobots had no problem killing carrying bots. They'd killed many Decepticons who'd been carrying, but this was disgusting. They'd obviously been using them for breeding purposes. Forcing them to have sparklings with their captors.

"I don't trust the Autobots with their bodies who knows what they will do."

Around him his fellow Decepticons nodded and walked inside. He followed them picking up the dead and taking them out.

Scanning the bodies he froze in shock recognizing one of the faces. It was a rebel from Nyon named Hot Rod. They'd occasionally hook up when he was given missions there by Ratbat. He never knew he was a carrier. Then again that's not something you'd want to advertise especially nowadays.

He looked him over. Noticing he didn't have a sparkling bump. He didn't know if that was from starvation of if the sparkling wasn't very far along. Not that it mattered now.

He went to pick him up. Wanting to honor his friend with a proper funeral. Only to gasp when instead of touching cold lifeless metal it was warm.

"I think I've got a live one."

He looked Hot Rod over moving the bodies of his fellow carriers out of the way and scanning him for injuries.

A medic appeared next to him and scanned him.

"He's alive. Let's get him out of here."

He nodded, scooping up Hot Rod he went back to the ship. Going to the medbay Hot Rod woke up looking around in confusion and adjusting to all the light.

"Where?"

When Hot Rod noticed him his optics widened.

"Soundwave."

"I'm here. I've got you."

"Where an I?"

"you're on my ship I'm taking you to the medbay."

"My sparkling."

Hot Rod put a hand on his belly.

"How far along are you?"

"Three weeks. Is my sparkling okay?"

"We'll do everything we can."

Hot Rod nodded and then asked.

"Will you stay with me?"

"Of course."

Later Hot Rod wiped the tears from his face looking distraught.

"I can't believe they are all dead. How could the Autobots be so cruel?"

He put his hand on Hot Rods trying to comfort him. Which helped a little.

"You've been through a lot. Why don't you get some rest?"

Hot Rod nodded even though he couldn't sleep. Noticing Hot Rod was lost in thought he asked.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What I'm going to do about this sparkling. I want to keep it, but I'm scared it will look like my attacker. I don't want them to be my sparklings sire."

Hot Rod looked at him in distress and he found himself blurting out.

"I'll be the sire. It's still early and the sparkling will need donations anyway. I can override their coding. If that's what you want, of course I know you've been through a lot."

"I would love that. If anyone would be a good sire it would be you."

They both smiled at each other. Hot Rod putting a hand on his belly.

Later he went to Megatron and showed him everything he found. He'd been angry and disgusted.

"Of course they would stoop so low."

"I wouldn't be surprised if there were more."

Megatron sighed looking tired.

"I need to get rid of the ban preventing people from carrying. I thought it would save our people but now I realize it's only harming us. The Autobots are kidnapping carriers sparked or not and if we do free them. They won't be able to join the Decepticons and receive the benefits they and their new spark need."

Megatron glanced at him and asked.

"What are your intentions with the carrying mech you found?"

"His name is Hot Rod and I knew him before the war."

Megatron gave him a surprised look motioning for him to continue.

"He's asked me to override his attackers CNA."

"Do you plan to?"

"Yes. I will care for Hot Rod and his sparkling if you would allow me."

Megatron put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his optics.

"Soundwave my most loyal soldier and closest friend. I will allow you to have Hot Rod because I can already see how happy he makes you and I know you will take care of him and his sparkling."

He nodded already drawing up plans for a nursery. Megatron smiled at his friend. Happy he found someone.

"I'll let you get back to him. I know carrier's don't like to be far from their sires."

He nodded and went to find Hot Rod where he shared the good news and Hot Rod asked to sleep with him. He'd been surprised and asked if he was ready. Which Hot Rod said yes.

The two of them made love all night. Soundwave worshipping Hot Rod and making him feel loved. By the end Soundwaves CNA easily overrided the other sires. Meaning the sparkling was his and when they were born they looked exactly like Soundwave.

#soundrod #transformers #soundwave #hot rod #transformers cyberverse #rodimus #hot rod x soundwave #cyberverse soundwave

[dundunny]

Final Fantasy XVI

Final Fantasy XVI completed, and wow, I think it's my favorite Final Fantasy since IX, and I'm surprised more people aren't talking about it (focusing on VIIR2?). It's not a perfect game and has some glaring flaws, but I haven't had this much fun playing a Final Fantasy in a long time.

I'll start with the issues, and I think number one is the items, which affects the game twofold. First is there's a completely fucked up weapon upgrade system. Literally after I get a shiny new sword, barely an hour later I've gotten another one. It's like Square didn't track when a player should get trying out something new. The second is the rewards for exploration or epic battles don't matter. There are maybe a dozen different upgrade materials in the whole game, most of which you get pretty early on. So I'm literally running around the final area and finding fucking sharp fangs, which I started collecting way back in the beginning when Clive was like fifteen. Yeah, (some) bounties have good drops, but I literally defeated Bahamut and got forty bloody hides, of which I already owned hundreds. None of the accessories felt like game changers either, so opening up treasure chests felt like meh. You need a sort of nice reward for effort. If I'm gonna walk across the map for some distant treasure, it better not be five of what I already have hundreds of. It's annoying because they put so much effort into everything else, so literally hiring one dude whose sole job is this I feel shouldn't've been hard.

Then there are regular battles. Let me say this first: boss battles were amazing and I was completely satisfied with them. But XVI suffered from the same issue as Hogwarts Legacy: too little variation in enemies and you're way overleveled early on. There's no incentive to fight regular enemies on the map because you're not getting much EXP since you're already way over, their drops are pointless like every other item, so they're more or less just an annoyance you avoid. I didn't put any effort in trying basic encounters, and I beat the game one level below max. So what's the point. Given how much effort Square put into the battle system, it's a shame they didn't let me flex my muscles with it more often.

This is a personal preference but I think others would agree: I'm a big environments fiend, and you don't get to explore any of the major cities. Hell, you never see the Iron Kingdom's capital even in a cutscene. The cities are just dungeons, so you're basically there as a continuous fight so you don’t have time to appreciate the surroundings, and when you do everything is in the process of being destroyed or already is. You don’t even get to visit what should be a moderately sized town, Port Isolde, and even Northreach felt like a minor checkpoint before the capital moved. All that's left are small towns or even just hovels. I wonder if they were trying to save resources on environments; Oriflamme looks amazing from the outside, I can't imagine having the render all of that.

That being said, dungeons are following the trend of a linear path with perhaps a quick diversion for treasure. There's no puzzles, no thought (although a good portion of the time the dungeons are mid-battle of a large attack so there isn't time). XVI isn't alone in this; I've noticed most RPGs in recent years don't do the puzzle route as much anymore.

Another minor complaint is at times they would shove the point down the player's throat until it became fantastical. Yes, slavery is bad and people abuse slaves. However, I cannot imagine even in the cotton-picking South some person would purposefully have other people's slaves be killed by a giant wolf. That is someone else's property. Slaves to that extent are safe from others besides the master. Some dude is not going to go out and start murdering slaves randomly because even the law protects the master's possessions. It just doesn't make any sense.

Now onto the good things: pretty much everything else. The plot is solid and feels like Final Fantasy returning to form. Big crystals that need to be destroyed, kingdoms falling, a higher power controlling things behind the scenes... One thing I appreciate, and I think many recent games have lost this, is XVI had many sidequests that had us check in on friends we've met along the way and continue with their subplots. You never really forget these people and it shows how a network of connections and bonds is maintained. Even Eastpool, which was massacred fairly early on, rises up again much later on.

Another factor that I think is important is I just like Clive a lot. He's also my favorite Final Fantasy protagonist since IX. Don't get me wrong; I did like Lightning but if I ever had to work toward a common goal with her in real life, I probably would punch her in the face. I have no idea how she was ever in the military because she has zero sense of teamwork, and she acts like an asshole to even people who are actively trying to help her. Clive in contrast is very mature, has strong leadership abilities, not overly angry or obnoxious or lonerlike, and is just trying to do good in the world. He does make mistakes, but they're reasonable ones that happen because he didn't have all the information or there were circumstances he couldn't've foreseen, unlike other protagonists who do things you know are wrong and stupid but they do it anyway for the sake of plot. He makes the effort to play with the kids even though he isn't great at it, and they admire him for that. Even when he's angry in the beginning of the game, he's still respectful toward Cid and says, "Thanks for saving me, I have nothing against you or your group, I just have my own path I need to take." He recognizes his own weaknesses, and in such situations seeks assistence or delegates to others. He feels like an actual, filled-out human being, and kudos to whoever wrote him.

The other members of the cast are great too. Jill is very badass but a bit quiet and subdued, but given her time in the Iron Kingdom that's understandable. I thought Joshua would just be a plot point, but he really grew into his own. Cid was fun to be with, and I was sad when he was gone. Gav as always was cool. The enemies were great too. Benedikta died early on, but they threw in a great backstory with the little time they had. Kupka was an idiot and not deep, but you could feel his love and pain. Dion's path was surprising and I never knew what his next step was.

The battle system is definitely the best in the series. It was cool to experiment with each of the summons, and really it can be tailored easily to your style. No one I've asked equipped the same three summons. It feels like they were trying to reach a God of War level of combat, but simultaneously they fumbled on the actual fights. Again, bosses were amazing, but regular fights were just meh. I guess that's why they threw in so many boss fights so frequently.

In terms of music XV was definitely better, but I wouldn't stick my nose up to this. As with many aspects of the game, there were a lot of throwbacks. Prelude and the Final Fantasy Theme came up repeatedly, but also On the Shoulders of Giants had the traditional Final Fantasy regular battle opening. And also randomly for one of the times you fight Ultima, it's the FFI world map theme. I've definitely heard better, but I could listen to this OST on its own. The lyrics however are stupid. From what I'm understanding, they tasked the English translator to provide them, and considering this is the dude that wrote out "such foul attaint may not be sublimed through gainstanding," you can tell where this is going. I'll give a few examples:

A sickle forged of adamant To server the man from his hooded past No more a slave to sorrow's gloom In onychine eyes burn chthonic doom An evil hidng from the sun Blinding, he screameth eschaton immanent Now in its wake yawned lightless abyss Yon gaping maw his circumfix

I feel like this written by a high schooler who believes using as much SAT vocabulary they just learned makes them sound more intelligent. I don't know why anyone would compose this.

Visually it's all right. XV had a prettier environment, but this wasn't bad, especially when you're walking around Rosaria. I touched on how you never explore epic architecture, but the nature is beautiful. Unfortunately in the second half of the game when everything goes to shit, the world gets this haze over it and nothing is appealing to look at (which isn't unusual; other Final Fantasies, especially VI had catastrophic situations in the second half of the game). I guess that's kinda the point; the Blight is wiping out everything and actually Clive's efforts could ultimately be for naught and it's too late.

Which is how I'm going to end: It's a very depressing game. There's a lot of death, a lot of tragedy, a lot of loss. Clive lives a totally fucked up life, and he's not alone. The fact I still enjoyed this never-ending sadness demonstrates how well it was done. Totally recommend, play it as soon as you can.

Also... can we address that whole Barnabas and his mom thing? They had literally one scene with that and never mentioned it again. What the fuck was with that?

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ff16 #clive rosfield #square enix

[thenerdnextdoorxo]

Can i request a fic where reader was just rescued from hydra and she has powers like kale or broly from dbz/s(or you can do your pick if you want) and her emotions are a major trigger so when she gets to the compound she sees bucky and she starts having flashbacks and her powers start going haywire and only natasha can calm her down

I don't know who are kale and broly so I picked another power

You were taken by HYDRA from a really young age. You never knew your parents, you never knew what a normal life is like. All you knew was that you were supposed to fight and follow orders. Up until the avengers were told about you. They were told that HYDRA is working on a new weapon, so Steve, Natasha, and Clint where sent on a mission to capture you so you don't become danger to civilians.

When they reached to the HYDRA facility and saw that you were just a small teenager, their heart was broken. They knew that they probably kidnapped you when you were so young, and you had a really small and thin body for your age, that only means that you were starved all the time.

You had the ability to shoot electricity from your body. This ability is connected to your emotions, so when you are scared or angry, electricity shoots everywhere and hits everything. Usually when this happens, your abilities is completely out of your control. Their only shot at you was to knock you unconscious so you can't hurt them.

When they brought you to the compound, you were not happy. You kept screaming at them and telling them to let you go or you'll kill them. "I don't think that would be possible, kid," Tony said. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment. What does he mean? "See those cuffs? Yeah, they block your abilities," He responded. You looked down to get a better look at them and that's when you noticed that they did not look like normal cuffs.

"Why are you doing this? just let me go!" You screamed. "We think you are too young to be a bad guy and too young to be controlled by the bad guys, so we thought it is best to allow you to train with us. So, what do you think?" Clint answered. You looked at the situation you were in and thought you had no other choice than to let them train you, so you said yes.

You weren't trusting them at your first days there, but as time passed, you started becoming more and more open with them. You enjoyed how you enjoyed playing a video game with Peter and Tony bought the console and the game for you the next day. Or when you were walking past Steve and he ruffled your hair. Or when you sit beside Nat and she wraps her arms around you and slightly squeeze.

You kept hearing about another avenger that was out for a mission for the past month, apparently named 'Bucky', you have never heard of an avenger with such name, so you were kind of nervous to meet him. Everyone told you that he was coming home soon, so you were more and more nervous by the day.

You woke up a bit late this morning since you stayed up playing your new video game with Peter, so you expected everyone to be at work or training, but you were surprised when you saw them all at the common room. "Hey, Y/N! meet Bucky!" Tony said and pointed at the guy who was sitting at the couch.

Oh no....

It's.....It's.....

"The Winter Soldier..." You said, almost whispered, and you started to feel breathless. Bucky noticed who you where and almost had the same reaction as you, but held himself together. You on the other hand, you couldn't do that. "Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?" Natasha said standing up from her seat and followed by everyone.

You felt like you weren't at the compound anymore, you felt like you were back at the HYDRA facility. You started remembering the times where you were injected with all sorts of chemicals, or where you were physically and verbally abused by them. Without feeling it, electricity started charging around your body as you felt more breathless.

"Y/N, kid, I need you to calm down," Steve said, trying to calm you down. But nothing worked. Your electricity started getting more and more charged. "Why did she react that way??" Tony asked and looked at Bucky. "We know each other from HYDRA, she is probably having flashbacks," He said, feeling guilty.

"Y/N Honey, it's okay, everything is okay," Natasha said, grabbing the gloves that does not make her get electrocuted from your power. The avengers used that sometimes when your powers got a bit out of hand. "It's okay, you're not there anymore," Nat said, slowly putting her hand on your shoulder to make you feel that you are not there anymore.

"It's okay, keep breathing, your doing well," She said when she noticed that you started breathing better and your powers started lowering. "That's it, you're okay," she said, slowly rubbing your shoulder. "I'm so sorry," You said, breaking to your knees. "No, don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong," She said, hugging you close to her chest and kissing your forehead.

"I'm sorry Bucky," You said, shaking. "It's not your fault, you've seen a lot of shit," He chuckled. You smiled softly looking up at him.

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Long time no update, lol. Also, I didn't know if the reader is teen or not but I assumed it was since a lot of my requests are for teen reader. Hope you liked this one.

My requests are open

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#avengers x reader #platonic marvel #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #tony x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #steve x reader

[bittersweet-riley]

Angel (Chapter 7)

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!OC!Reader

Summary: When simon's mission went terrible wrong, she was there to save him. So far only her call sign was angel, but maybe she was his angel nonetheless.

"What is Ivanov planning to do now?" Ghost asked as he followed Angel. She secured the street before continuing on and climbing through one of the broken windows into one of the many abandoned houses. "Right now? Killing you. But don't worry Ghost, you seem to have a really good guardian angel."

Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of torture, manipulation, brainwash, weapons, kidnapping, swearing, smut (kind of) in later chapters, mention of medical stuff that may not be true or accurate, description of a reader that may not be like you imagined reader, still use of Y/N, clearly female reader, perhaps bad english, third person view (switching from reader to Simon), multiple chapters

Opening

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Angel panted heavily as her knees slipped over the stones and her entire upper body landed on the cold stone. She stretched her arms forward and grabbed the falling person. Her chest was already hanging over the edge of the building, her hair falling over her face when the person's hand grabbed her and the weight pulled her down a little further. "Ah. God, you're heavy." She breathed heavily and struggled with her other hand until she could grab his wrist with both hands.

Max had already shot the enemy. The body was right next to Angel, not making her position particularly comfortable. The soldier dangled from Angel's hands. His brown eyes bore into hers as his fingers wrapped around her arm. He still held his gun with his other hand.

"Max!" Angel shouted as she slid a little further towards the abyss. "Help would be nice."

Another hand appeared next to Angel. Max's large hand had easily grabbed Ghost and pulled him back onto the roof. Angel sat up, breathing heavily, holding her sore shoulder.

"I feel like saving you is my new full-time job." A crooked grin hung on Angel's lips as she studied Ghost. It was strange that Max was a bit taller than Ghost, because she had already noticed how small she actually was next to Ghost.

The rescued man looked at the body on the ground, his eyes then traveled from Angel's legs to her face. Angel could feel his hot gaze on her body. Ghost still wore Sem's mask, so she could follow every glance he toke.

Angel hummed as she pursed her lips and then extended her arm to point at Max. "Ghost, this is Max." She introduced the two men.

Max also wore a mask. Angel wondered if Ghost wore a mask for the same reason as Max, but she had to put her curiosity aside for now. "Max, you know what to do. Meet me at the truck."

"Copy that!" Max replied. His thick accent and deep voice only made him even scarier. He swung himself from the roof of the building, landed on the fire escape and then disappeared through a window into the building's interior.

"Why?" Ghost's sharp voice cut through the air and caused her attention to wander back to the soldier, where it didn't stay for very long. She picked up her sniper rifle that was previously hanging around her back and put it back on her shoulder to secure the environment.

"Why I have to keep saving you? I have no idea." She breathed through her lips that were twisted into a grin.

Ghost didn't seem to find this funny at all because he grabbed her and dragged her to the ladder where Max had previously disappeared from. Angel knew that he had questions and would rather clarify them in safety. But the time wasn't really right.

"Get down there." Ghost pointed to the ladder. She only listened to him since there was no other way down from the roof unless you wanted to jump to your certain death.

Ghost himself had forgone the ladder and jumped from the roof onto the fire escape, just like Max did. He was now standing below her and securing the area with his own rifle. When Angel arrived at his level, he went further down the swing staircase on the wall of the house.

He had his hand around Angel's upper arm as if she was his prisoner. It made Angel's eyebrows furrow in irritation. "I won't come with you if that's what you were planning on doing now."

Ghost grumbled in annoyance and used the nearest alley to push Angel against the wall of a building. "Why are you here?" Ghost now asked. He didn't threaten her with his gun 'cause it was loaded. The possibility of the gun going off and killing the redhead quicker than Ghost could have got his answers was to high.

His hand on her shoulder was firm but not enough to really hurt her. "I'm trying to save you. You and your whole team, actually." Angel whispered to suppress her anger. Screaming would only have drawn unnecessary attention. "You're making this a little harder for me than it needs to be." She sought his gaze.

His brown eyes were as cool as his voice. "Why saving us? I know Ivanov himself is no longer here, but we can at least take out one of his outposts." Ghost explained, making her shake her head.

Her gaze became soft, almost pained. "The more of his soldiers you take out, the more people he will kidnap and forcibly turn into one of his henchmen. He no longer needs the base here. And you won't find any information here either."

Ghost let go of her and turned away from her. "We arranged the mission at short notice to not give Ivanov much of a head start. Looks like it didn't worked out."

Angel pushed her hair out of her face. "Of course not. He is too well informed about your moves." She studied Ghost for just a second before pulling her handgun from the holster on her leg. "We have to move now. We're running out of time."

"What is Ivanov planning to do now?" Ghost asked as he followed Angel.

She secured the street before continuing on and climbing through one of the broken windows into one of the many abandoned houses. "Right now? Killing you. But don't worry Ghost, you seem to have a really good guardian angel." She would have loved to see Ghost's face when she looked at him again. But he always radiated the same monotonous aura.

The redhead went up the stairs and opened a door to a bedroom. She pushed the curtain aside and looked outside to secure the streets again. It didn't seem to be many of Ivanov's soldiers around, nor did she see any of Ghost's teammates. "Did you go to my grave, jet?" She asked without looking at Ghost again.

"Yes, I received your information." Ghost replied lowly with a warm rasp in his voice. She ignored the goosebumps that spread across her skin.

Angel pushed the curtain all the way to the side and opened the window. She swung one leg out before turning to Ghost and placing her index finger over her lips. Then she climbed out of the window onto the roof of the garage. She continued crouching until she reached the edge where she looked down and stuck her weapon back in its holster. Instead, she pushed up her pant leg and pulled out the knife that was attached to her leg. Once again she looked back at Ghost, who had followed her onto the roof and was now looking down at the enemy.

Angel braced herself on the edge of the roof with one hand, then jumped. In the short free fall, she swung the knife and rammed it into the enemy's unprotected area between his jaw and neck. She bent her knees slightly to cushion the fall, then tore the knife back from his neck and a fountain of blood gushed from the open wound. The enemy fell to his knees in a matter of seconds while holding his neck. Angel took advantage of the soldier's panic to steal his radio and clipped it on her belt.

Ghost was still on the roof. His gun was in his hand and he secured the road for Angel. Only when the enemy fell to the ground with a thud did his eyes settle on Angel and the corpse. She ran the blood-stained blade over sleeve without breaking eye contact with the man. "Would you like me to help you down?" She asked teasingly with a slight smirk.

The soldier ignored her sarcasm and effortlessly jumped off the roof like it was nothing. It left Angel briefly staring in admiration, which was quickly interrupted by the enemy's radio. The sounds were faint, but Angel could still hear the russian message. "We have to move on." She told Ghost now tensely. She followed the road a little further until she reached a car dealership. The door opened without any problems and Angel walked purposefully to the reception desk to take a handful of car keys from one of the drawers.

"Does anyone else know about my letters?" Angel asked casually as she walked between the cars, trying to find the cars that matched the keys in her hand.

"No, no one but your father." Ghost said.

"Okay." Angel breathed, opening a car door as it unlocked. She knelt on the seat and put the key in the ignition. But instead of starting the car, she stood up again and left the car door open. She did exactly the same thing with the other cars that the remaining keys matched. "You came here in a helicopter, right?"

It surprised Angel that Ghost didn't question her actions or stop her in any way. He was always a few steps away from her and made the environment safe for her. She wondered which of the two was really a guardian angel.

"Positive." He confirmed briefly.

She held out the last key to him. "Tell your team that the attack is starting from the east. Ivanov's people will try to encircle you. They come with tanks. And they won't shy away from destroying every single building until there's nothing left of this ghost town. The rest of the soldiers who are already holding position here are already retracting to give the tanks a clear shot. Your pilot won't get here in time to collect you. Take the cars and move out." She explained. "Max and I will be gone before you. So don't try to follow us."

His fingers brushed against her skin as he took the keys and then looked at the car. However, his gaze quickly landed on Angel again, which made her cheeks turn slightly red.

"Still questions?" She asked, tilting her head so her hair covered her cheeks.

"Does Ivanov know you're here?" His question made Angel giggle briefly.

"Of course not, what do you think?"

Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking. "How did you escape?"

She licked her lips. "That's a story for another time. Short Version, Max was assigned to the mission here and so this was the perfect opportunity to finally disappear with him." She brushed her hair out of her face again. "I have to go now. Keep looking for the traitor. If you don't find him, at least find out who you can really trust. In our situation, that's worth a lot." She tried to give Ghost a small smile, meant to symbolize a farewell, but with his intense stare she only managed to pull her lip between her teeth.

"Where are you going now?" Ghost asked further. His rifle dangerously ready in his hands.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, knowing exactly what would happen next. "First I have to hide before I can rise from the dead. But you don't have to miss me, I'll see you again."

"Why do you say that like you see me but I don't see you?" His words were phrased less like a question and more like a statement, like a revelation that he had realized that she had a plan.

This time a grin spread across Angel's face. "Depends on whether you recognize me or not." She walked slowly towards Ghost as not to startle him. "If things go wrong, I will know one way or another. If you or someone innocent is in danger, I will be there to stop it. I promise." Quickly, she blew a kiss on his cloth-covered lips and then disappeared between the cars and left the area.

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A mask covered her face. His scent was still in the soft yet rough material. It made it easier for her to concentrate.

The weapon in her hand was warm and light. The woman it was aimed at had her hands tied to a radiator and her mouth taped shut. Tears streamed down her face, which left Angel cold.

A key was pushed into the front door lock. There was a click as the door burst open and just a moment later she was standing in the living room with her own gun, the barrel pointed at Angel. "Who are you?"

"For now you can call me Angel. But in the end my current name doesn't matter. Sooner or later it will change again." A crazed smile appeared on Angel's face.

"What do you want from me?" The woman's eyes move to the hostage. There were a lot of emotions in them that she tried to hide, but Angel could see it clearly. It was exactly what Angel wanted.

"You always ask the right questions, Kate." The grin on Angel's face disappeared. "I need your help."

"With what?" Kate's voice was hard but there was a tremble in her question. The uncertainty and fear that normally Angel should have felt.

Angels thought for a moment before looking at Kate more closely. She must have just gotten back from work because her hair was still tied up in a tight braid and she looked like she hadn't slept in several days. "I need a new identity."

Kate looked at Angel confused. "And how exactly should I be able to help you with that?"

"I have to become someone who can reach him." Angel raised her free hand and pointed to her mask. "The task force. Ghost."

#call of duty #cod x oc #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #price mw2 #simon ghost riley #john price #simon ghost riley x reader #soap mw2 #cod mwii #simon x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #könig mw2

[not-so-secret-nerd]

Wenclair/Nevermore gang paintball headcanon

OKAY Y’ALL GET TO SUFFER WITH THIS TOO! 

@erzatscarlet​ and I were messing around with different funny ideas the Nevermore gang would get up to and paintball came into conversation. Let me start off by saying, I don’t believe Wednesday enjoys guns in any fashion. Not for moral reason (we know she’s short on morals anyway) but more for “practicality”. Guns are range weapons, and we know damn well Wednesday Addams wants to get up close and personal with her victims. 

So yeah, no guns. BUT! We both agreed she’d be one hell of a marksman thanks to target shooting for fun and being freakishly good at it.

SO, one late fall afternoon, Wednesday agrees to go paintballing with Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Xavier and the rest of the Nevermore gang. She DETESTS sports of any kind but enjoys the idea of "hunting". She agrees on one condition: she's allowed to do her own thing and belongs to no team. A rogue agent. They all agree after making her sign a contract stating she won't actually KILL ANYONE or cause SERIOUS BODILY HARM ON PAIN OF ENID AND HER BREAKING UP. Wednesday agrees (begrudgingly) and they all head off. 

The tourney ground they choose is in a heavily wooded area. They get there, get registered, get suited up, and disperse. Enid sticks with Wednesday until she slips away into the woods and the game gets under way. For shits and giggles, the group decides to just do elimination rounds and it's all super fun at first. 

Ajax and his boys get ousted early on. Xavier is a little better and stays in by the skin of his teeth. Bianca's got grace and speed and manages to stay in for longer than expected. Enid is a fucking werewolf and fast as fuck. Yoko is ass-old and knows all kinds of tricks, so by the end of things it's just the four of them trying to pick the other off. No one's really notices Wednesday's missing until Xavier's shot in the back of the helmet with crimson red paint. It's enough of a blow to knock him over (you don't shoot for the head) but he's out and grumpy about it.

Bianca’s next. She's crouched in a really good location behind a crop of trees but she feels the stinging snap (and if you’ve never experienced a paintball exploding against you...it’s hell) of a paintball hitting the side of her neck. Crimson red. She out and pissed.

Yoko's stalking Enid who's gone mostly wolf. She's fast but she's not exactly quiet. Not like a vampire, anyway. Yoko spots the blonde slipping through the underbrush and quietly puts her gun between the V of two trees and takes aim. Just before she can line up the perfect shot at Enid's ass she's shot in the armpit. Crimson paint. She's out and howling cause that fucking hurt and who the fuck uses paintballs the color of blood?

Enid, ears always perked, hears everyone get eliminated. With a little mental math, she's able to figure out it's just her and Wednesday who, up until now, hasn't shown herself or gotten hit. It's almost like she disappeared. Enid knows better and goes on the prowl, looking for a scent. It's sort of cheating but hey, she's a wolf. It's in her nature to hunt. 

Slowly she creeps through the playing field. She thinks she catches a faint, familiar scent somewhere near a shallow gully filled with rotting, fallen leaves from the pervious fall. She THINKS she sees something that looks person-shaped crouching low among the underbrush and pounces before it can get up and run, lighting up the area with paintballs. No dice. It's only an old tarp stuffed with leaves and moss to look like ....WAIT! 

She feels it then. The muzzle of a gun tap the side of her helmet. She freezes. Looks to the side and sees fucking WEDNESDAY ADDAMS IN A GHILLIE SUIT WITH HER FACE PAINTED IN CAMO COLORS GIVING HER SUCH A SMUG HALF-SMILE ALL ENID WANTS TO DO IS THROTTLE HER AND KISS HER IN EQUAL PARTS. 

 "All's fair in love and war, mi loba." 

 AND SHE FUCKING SHOOTS HER GIRLFRIEND POINT BLANK.

Game. Set. Match. 

Wednesday rises victorious among a crowd of angry friends all baying for a rematch. Enid is both furious and hellatiously impressed. Wednesday owes her Starbucks after shooting her in the head. Wednesday replies that to the victors go the spoils. No one knows what she means, but no one really wants to stick around a find out. 

#wenclair #wednesday addams x enid sinclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka

[lorata]

Speaking of the evil witch Gloria, how long was D homeless for? (I know she basically kicked him out in August but I don't remember when the Centre found out) Also Eibhlin would definitely resort to violence if she ever found out about what happened, but, did she ever find out? (Wait now that I think about it, that was probably included in his file right) Did you ever write out Lyme's initial reaction to his file? Like what stood out and made her go "this one, this right here is mine"? (Sorry about the amount of questions!)

he was homeless for just under 6 months? she kicked him out in August and he was picked up sometime in winter

I feel like Eibhlin would have found out eventually, probably when inquiring (tactfully) about Claudius' respiratory issues as he's the only one in the VV with chronic bronchitis. and he's like oh yeah yeah that goes back to when I was homeless as a kid, shit sucked

(eibhlin: kill bill sirens)

re: the last question, I DID write that for a prompt meme uhhhhh *checks math* sweet mercy, 10 years ago

I did not clean this up or anything but have a deep cut.

FIC BELOW:

Mentors tended to be a superstitious bunch; when dealing with the death of a tribute year after year after year, sometimes it was easier to pretend that at least some of it was up to a higher power that only needed to be appeased by wearing certain shoes, or not washing socks, or using a particular headset. Lyme never bothered with any of that; to her it felt more like courting bad luck, the exact opposite of the intention. What happened if that lucky mug broke, if something interrupted the prescribed routine?

No. Sitting and watching her kids die was bad enough without adding additional blame on herself because she didn't follow a particular ritual. Brutus didn't do it either -- no room for the supernatural when there were rules -- and the two of them let the others keep their habits. Everyone pretended not to notice anyway, and while Lyme didn't approve exactly, she still knew not to touch the coffee cup with the cracked handle if Chaff had a tribute last the bloodbath, and if she did a food run she only ever brought Wiress orange vegetables.

But Lyme wasn't completely immune, no matter how much she tried. Rather than enforced habits and catering to the capricious whim of luck, Lyme believed in something else: that tributes and mentors were meant to be, and that the spark of recognition should come soon, and strong.

It made mentoring harder than she'd like -- Brutus puts that kind of thought away until after he has a victor to look after, no point in going for mysticism when it just means that four times out of five they're destined for death -- but Lyme can't help it. Years and years ago, back when she first picked up a weapon in the training centre, Lyme felt her connection with swords like a jolt of lightning straight down her spine. Picking a tribute had that same moment of connection, of feeling right.

Other people, people with facile thoughts who didn't have to help children do their best not to die every year, might call it like falling in love at first sight. In a way it was, only so much more important than love; Lyme had never been in love, never wished for it and would be happy if it never afflicted her, but her tributes -- that mattered. Even if she only had them for a month or less.

The 67th Games are up next, and Lyme puts her name in for the boys. She loves Misha and would never take any of that back, but her first victor excepted, Lyme has always connected better with the boys, the angrier the better. She doesn't bother asking why; let the mentor analysts try to dredge up her psychological profile, but Lyme doesn't care. If ever a girl catches her fancy she'll take it, but the math favours the boys. Brutus and Nero take most of the girls anyway; Lyme does wonder, when she lets her mind go down that road, whether cross-sex mentoring is a kind of penance, since in order for them to stand here in the victors' box another Two got shipped home in a box of their own.

Teyla, the Head Trainer, hands Lyme the stack of files for the short list. "Here," she says. "We have a couple of strong candidates this year."

She doesn't tell Lyme which; they never do, preferring to see if the mentor's instinct lines up with the Centre testing. It usually does, though on occasion there have been surprises. Lyme picks up the first file -- a large, handsome boy named Raymon -- and flips through it. Good scores, of course, and his photos show him alternating between a winning smile and the typical Career scowl of intimidation. Lyme taps her finger against the table, then sets the file aside.

The next one's name is Linder, and Lyme pauses longer on this one -- he's meaner than Raymon, who uses size rather than meanness, and he nearly got cut for excessive violence in his field exam, gutting his final target and spreading the insides out over the grass -- and moves him up into the maybe pile before going on to the next.

The next file is three times the size of Linder's, and Lyme's eyebrows skyrocket. Teyla chuckles at her expression. "Yeah, we have a lot on this one. See what you think."

Lyme flips open the cover, glancing at the name -- Claudius, a good name, solid and Two without being on the nose -- and she leafs through to the photos before skidding to a stop. She sucks in a breath against the sudden ache in her chest, like she stopped a punch from Brutus with nothing more than her torso.

"Ah," Teyla says quietly. "I wondered if you'd pick him."

The seven-year-old who stares out at her from the page is ugly, as Centre children go; there's a note that says he doesn't pass the looks requirement but shows enough determination to allow for an exception at this stage. He has a sharp, crooked nose and dark grey eyes, and his expression is defiant and challenging, chin raised. But there's something in his eyes, a desperation that pinches them at the corners and shakes the hard line of his mouth, and Lyme recognizes it because she saw it on her own face, over twenty years ago.

This is not a boy who showed up to the Centre for the promise of good food and rough play, or who had the choice of attending or being expelled from school, or who wanted the status so he could brag to his friends about having the bracelet around his wrist. This is a boy who saw the Centre as a lifeline, and who, if they didn't take him, would have drowned.

Lyme swallows and turns the page. As the years pass he doesn't get any prettier -- worse, even, as the awkward stage of puberty takes what baby fat he had in his cheeks and makes him lean and almost rat-faced before his teenage years fill him out -- and the desperation doesn't fade. Each year it blazes out of him so fiercely Lyme almost expects it to radiate off the page like physical heat. He knows why he's here, what he needs to do, and he is going to do it.

If his scores weren't impressive then he wouldn't be on the list at all, but even so, Lyme's eyebrows creep back up her forehead. Top of his class in everything from weapons to endurance to media training, and he only has three kills to his name because the trainers didn't need to see any more. Even Lyme had four, their memories burned into her wrist in circles of scarlet ink.

In his hallucination test, when the trainers pumped him full of tracker jacker venom to see what they could dredge from the depths of his psyche, Claudius saw himself alone, unwanted. Lyme lets out a long breath and places her hands flat down on the table.

"What's the rest of it?" she asks, indicating the giant stack of pages.

"Just go through it," Teyla says, and Lyme gives her a look before moving on.

Foster records. Lyme hisses -- Two's system might not be the best but it's better than most, and almost all the kids placed into homes by the Centre are happy with their families -- because Claudius' file shows him bounced from home to home in unprecedented numbers. The foster families didn't want him; the group homes didn't want him. Each file is filled with complaints, of violence, jealousy, bouts of rage.

The final note is a form granting Claudius dispensation to live in the Centre dorms -- in Residential, with the fourteens and over -- from the age of seven. Lyme turns the paper over, stares at it and rereads it five times because that can't be right. No one has ever been given leave to stay in the dorms early, except for this boy. He grew up in the thick of it, surrounded by kids who'd taken their first kill -- when most kids his age were still getting used to playing dodgeball and not getting in trouble for breaking noses.

"He had massive behavioural issues," Teyla says, and Lyme reads through his psychological evaluations ever year and sees the same thing. "One of the neediest candidates we've had. We tried sending him home several times, giving him the chance to leave, but he wouldn't take it. He begged to stay, for us to let him volunteer."

Lyme frowns. "What happened to make him latch so hard?"

Teyla rifles through the pages and hands Lyme an incident report, then watches her carefully and nods as Lyme hisses in a sharp breath and grits her teeth. Allegations of abuse against his birth mother, including emotional cruelty and physical abandonment; she left him on the streets when he was seven, and the Centre didn't find out for almost six months. Since then, the file notes, Claudius developed a strong mother complex, drawn to female trainers who had children at home, though it didn't stop him from achieving a high pass on his first kill, a woman specifically chosen because she'd had children.

It's been a decade and a half since Lyme last saw her father, and her memories of him have faded to a dull sludge of discomfort and vague, swirling nausea in the back of her mind, but she remembers the feeling. How it felt to be a kid whose parents didn't love her, who learned to defend herself because she had to, and who turned to the one place that wouldn't punish her for turning into the only person she could in order to survive.

Lyme has already made up her mind, but she keeps going. There's a supplemental file marked for hers and the Head Trainer's eyes only, and Lyme hesitates for a moment before opening it. It's a sheaf of papers from his schools, starting from the year Claudius entered the Program and going on until he left at the age of thirteen, and Lyme can't remember the last time any candidate's file included anything other than academics.

She gets it as soon as she opens it to the first page, a 100-word essay entitled "My Favourite Victor".

My favourite Victor is Lyme, Claudius wrote in his large, childish handwriting, and he misspelled several words and mixed up letters like d and b fairly consistently, but Lyme reads on. I saw her Games last year. That's when I knew I wanted to be a Victor. Lyme isn't pretty but she's smart. Most other Victors are pretty but I like her because she's not. Because I'm not and people make fun of me but she's not and no one makes fun of her. So if Lyme can be a Victor and be not pretty then I can be not pretty and do great things too. I want to win the Hunger Games and then we can be friends and no one will hurt me ever again.

"There's more," Teyla says, and Lyme turns over the pages and sees that Claudius wrote about her for every essay he could get away with it. She's his favourite Victor, his role model, his hero, his vote for most influential person from District Two. There are crayon drawings of the two of them together, and Lyme recognizes herself even as a stick figure, hair cropped and arm muscles bulging.

By the end of the file Lyme is shaking, and she pushes it away and takes several long breaths. Her first instinct is to say no, to choose Raymon and be done with it because there have been supply delays and a handful of small uprisings all over Panem in the wake of Johanna Mason's victory and that means this year will be different. There's been no word but there's always something, a nastier Arena or an unusual twist, when the Capitol wants to send a message, and Lyme doesn't want to send this kid -- this desperate, broken boy who latched on to the Victors' Village as the only place that would ever love him -- to his death. He thinks he knows what he's doing, but like all of them, he has no idea.

Except. Except there's record of a conversation he had with one of the trainers, where he said that if they cut him he would kill himself because he had nothing else to live for. Lyme could still say no, and the Centre has this on file which means he'd be sent to an asylum on suicide watch until they could deprogram him, but even the thought of it burns in her like a swipe from a poisoned blade.

She can't say no. Not to those eyes, angry and desperate and doing their best to hide the dark flash of hope and greed. Not to this boy, who by all rights should have been trampled years ago but who still stands there, top of his class, and demands that the world pay attention.

"I want him," Lyme says, and she's surprised -- except not -- that her voice rasps hoarse in her throat.

"He'll be a challenge," Teyla says. "His looks alone will limit the kind of role he's able to play, regardless of what the Games require."

"I don't care. He's mine."

Teyla's mouth twitches up in a hint of a smile, and she nods. "I'll put you on the list for his mentor and tell the trainers. The decision will go out next month, but we'll keep the mentors from him until just before the Reaping. I'm not confident in his emotional state if he knows he's getting you."

Lyme nods. She signs the paperwork without recalling much of what she's doing, and when she leaves she has to fight the urge to run back inside, grab Claudius and pull him out, take him back to the Village with her, Games be damned. She doesn't; instead she scrawls her signature across the bottom of the page that signs his death warrant.

His eyes stick with her, burning in the back of her mind, long after she leaves the Centre and the gates of the Victors' Village close behind her.

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #oc: claudius #my writing

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April fools

Substituting Horo's milk stash with either water that has white food colouring or buttermilk. Or changing the expiration dates to like a whole month ago.

Stealing Hella's pipe and making it obvious that it was stolen and make her chase to a dead end.

Everyone in the MBCC gets silly little plastic duckies hidden everywhere in their stuff for them to find.

Pranking Rime by replacing all his snacks and stuff with hay bcs that's what deers eat or drawing a lil silly thing on his face

It would be difficult to prank any of the ptn mommies but it would be funny to try.

Ohhh, messing with Irons medical supplies would be funny. Like. Nonessential stuff to be switched up.

Ill probably be back if I get some other ideas

Two contents in one day? Shocking! So I'm finally doing this a whole month later because.... well, motivation is weird. Anyway.

Enjoy your ptn pranks! They're a lil short but hopefully you like it anyway... I was looking for something easier to try and get back into writing, heh.

I switched the last two, to group things a little bit better by fandom... and I have no idea what you could even try to do with the Mommies, so I just did the specified pranks.

Prank #1: Substituting Horo's milk stash with either water that has white food colouring or buttermilk. Or changing the expiration dates to like a whole month ago.

Horo is. Not gonna be happy. At all.

If you switch them, she takes a sip innocently and then gets the most comedic look of shock on her face. If it's water she might recognize the prank and just swallow it, but if you switch it with buttermilk, she's likely just gonna immediately spit it out because what the hell is that

If you change the expiration dates she might not notice immediately, depending on when you do it... I feel like she checks them religiously when they first arrive, but after that, not as much. Truthfully, this prank will not work very well, because she either doesn't notice or throws out perfectly good milk. Listen. Listen. As someone who drinks a lot of milk. You learn to pick up on changes in it instantly. I promise you, if that is all she drinks, she will notice the second it starts going bad. If she's actively drinking it and notices the expiration date is that far back, she's likely to suspect the prank.

Anyway prepare for vengeance either way, especially if you swap it out. She's going to be a little ball of fury for a little bit, but after she calms down, she's going to plan a good prank for revenge, so... pray she doesn't find out it was you.

Prank #2: Stealing Hella's pipe and making it obvious that it was stolen and make her chase to a dead end.

Something something little ball of rage... sounds familiar. Maybe don't prank Horo and Hella on the same day?

She pretty immediately swears to make whoever stole her pipe pay dearly, and is intent on getting it back. Very little will deter her from this task. Don't even ask her to go on a mission until she gets it back.

Ninety-Nine helps her hunt for it, because of course she does. Which makes it even more nerve-wracking if you were to be caught.... good luck.

Someone will inevitably offer to replace her weapon, and she'll reply, as always, that she doesn't want or need anything else. Her pipe was perfect, and she will get it back.

The longer it takes to hunt it down, the more frustrated she gets. Hella does not have the most patience, after all... She's probably cussing like mad and threatening to use her pipe to kill whoever stole it once she finds them.

If she learns it was you, she won't follow through on those threats... but she will be dramatic about it, and will very obviously pout and ignore you for a day or two until she naturally gets bored of it. If you want her back to normal faster, bribes of money and candy will work... even if she insists they don't at first.

Prank #3: Everyone in the MBCC gets silly little plastic duckies hidden everywhere in their stuff for them to find.

Now this is gonna be fun!

The reactions range from thrilled affection to fury. Many of the Sinners 'adopt' the little duckies, and carry them around with them or craft a little makeshift nest for the duckies in their rooms.

Many ducks get names, and several Sinners immediately get customizing with paint and markers. Likewise, Hecate suddenly becomes extremely popular, after she logically begins to paint the duckies she found in her room to match the Chief and other Sinners. By the end of the day, she has a list of orders, a small mountain of duckies overflowing the basket beside her, and an assortment of things she's been given as payment, from money to trinkets to art supplies. She'll spend the next week painting the little ducks in a myriad of different ways, and she seems quite content.

Unfortunately some ducks are, inevitably, viciously destroyed the moment they're found... looking at you, Wendy. Poor thing thinks they're corruptors, most likely....

A lot of them don't really care, they just chuckle a little when finding more, and either put the duckies in one spot in their room or give them to other Sinners. Most of these Sinners keep at least one, though, because they are adorable.

Several of them turn it into a competition. I'm assuming that, in addition to hiding the duckies in the Sinner's rooms/belongings, maybe some were scattered throughout the Bureau.... well, now the hunt is on, and there's a massive competition to see who can get the most. The main competitors are Hella and EMP, but OwO actually wins. She claims it's due to luck, but at least a little has to do with charming other Sinners out of their duckies... and also being able to hunt freely while Hella and EMP try to hinder one another. She keeps them all in her lion's head.

Wolverine doesn't quite know what to do with them, but Pippy loves them. Cute little badger loves playing with them, and ends up with many duckie toys.

Nightingale ends up with a little duckie painted in her likeness (or at least, with her uniform) given to her by Hecate, and, in a somewhat uncharacteristic show of her more relaxed, fun side, glues a magnet to the bottom of it and sticks it to her shoulder, occasionally consulting the "Assistant Adjutant" duck for advice.

All in all a very good time is had by all, and this likely becomes something of a ritual for April Fool's Day. People used to go on Easter egg hunts... the Sinners go on April Duckie hunts!

Prank #4: Ohhh, messing with Irons medical supplies would be funny. Like. Nonessential stuff to be switched up.

Do you want to die?

For the love of god make sure Anne is around. She's probably the only one who can save you.

Iron detests her mania research being interfered with. She is very busy, and most definitely does not approve of this.

If she notices when she has time to spare, she will stop work and painstakingly reorganize her supplies. If not, though... she goes through with whatever procedure she needs to do, grumbling the entire time about the mess. And then she will fix it.

You'd better hope that she doesn't find out you did it, because if so, you're going to have to pay her back for this. If she finds out quickly enough, you'll be the one putting everything back in place, likely with a very grumpy Iron 'babysitting' and instructing you on where everything goes.... or, if you're unlucky, a simple instruction to return everything to its rightful place before leaving you on your own. Fortunately most things are labeled, but unfortunately, she is very particular and will inspect your work when you're done. If she finds out after she's fixed things herself, she'll insist upon you being her assistant in the future, which could entail anything from helping her move unconscious/paralyzed patients to doing strenuous tests as her sample test subject. Good luck!

Prank 5: Pranking Rime by replacing all his snacks and stuff with hay bcs that's what deers eat or drawing a lil silly thing on his face

He's extremely grumpy and will pretend this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him, but he actually finds it hilarious.

Seriously, though, he loves his snacks, and goes to great lengths to ensure that he never runs out of them. Waking up one day to find his entire stash not only gone, but meticulously replaced with similarly-shaped bits of hay and leaves? Yeah. Not happy.

He immediately swears vengeance on whoever has done this. And immediately blames Sage, probably, both because he's the prime suspect and because Rime just... enjoys the excuse to fight with him. Eventually Sage will convince him that he had no idea where the stash even was, and that he'd have stolen snacks long before now if he had, and Rime moves to other suspects.

He practically does a full detective investigation to find out where his precious, precious treats have gone.

If/when he finds out it was you, he'll be quite annoyed, but... so long as the snacks are returned, he will forgive. Eventually. He'll definitely think up a task or three for you to do to make it up to him, though... or, worse yet, he'll forgive you far too quickly and you'll spend the next week paranoid about what he's planning before he inevitably catches you off guard anyway with some ridiculously-detailed prank of his own design. You'll probably end up trapped and/or portaled somewhere, given enough of a fright that he feels you've paid for your thieving ways.

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