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arlakos · 3 years

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Miraculous Rant

Actually, you know what, while im still mad from the previous post I made, lets go off on a rant. No punches pulled. Lets do this.

The lovesquare is the most terrible ship in this fandom. One girl is a hyper obsessed stalker who tracks her crush with her planner for 3 whole seasons, while the boy couldn’t learn to take a hint and stop flirting for 3 whole seasons until he decided to move on with another girl. Ironically that makes them perfect for eachother, but its in a creepy kind of way, not a loving kind of way.

Adrigami and Lukanette in the S3 Finale were wasted events and never should have occured because they were immediately axed in the first few episodes of the next season. I feel sorry for those that were hoping their ships could be real for at least a short actual while, and it makes me want to curse the writers for their story-boner for the status quo of teases

Despite what I said earlier, none of the girls are good for Adrien. Marinette’s stalkery and a borderline yandere, Kagami’s somewhat controlling and too similar to Adrien help him grow as a person, Chloe is a queen bee beyotch and honestly too much like a sibling to Adrien, and Lila is garbage. Fuck it, have Luka date Adrien and they can play some sweet music together (not like that you pervs, I meant they both play instruments).

Nino needs more love. Not only that, but there needs to be more Adrien/Nino bro moments. If Marinette and Alya can have moments together, why not the bros?

Chloe’s character is a mess, and is neither redeemable, nor notably evil. Her role as a villain in season 1 is very hamfisted, such as in the episodes Mr Pigeon and Kung Food. Not only that, Chloe also lacks any of the qualities that makes a good “bully villain” or rival to Marinette, and her sympathetic moments (which are Written by Sebastien) are mostly overshadowed by the fact that Astruc wants her to be a bully, so it just makes her bipolar and confusing when her character is tugged between two writers.

Chloe should not have joined Hawkmoth in Miracle Queen, see my other post as to why I think so. TLDR, its kinda ooc for her to go full on 2d villain like Hawkmoth especially after Miraculer, plus Lila was being build up to be the main antagonist of S3

Chloe got kicked from the Team in Miraculer because people know her identity? Fine. Kagami gets to be Ryuko again despite being known to Hawkmoth in Ikari Gozen? Not cool. Ladybug shouldn’t be a hypocrite and be willing to break her own rules just because “Kagami is my friend and Chloe’s not”. Same goes for her breaking the rule with secrect identities with Alya, only for her to go on and on about the rules to Chat when he pries.

Zoe is a bland character who’s only notable trait that she likes Marinette, which automatically makes her worthy of a miraculous after two episodes and no actual development.

Astruc is a petty frick who makes episodes that give the finger to fans of the show that have a different opinion than him. Queen Banana, Miracle Queen, and Reverser are good examples of this (Reverser did Nathaniel dirty).

Master Fu is a shit guardian. Read my post for more.

FRICK THE FEAST EPISODE. Not only did is ruin Fu as character, it ruined all the good theories as to why the order fell, and wasted the idea of a new villain being introduced or even taking over as the main antagonist! Speaking of Feast, despite the sentimonster destroying an order when he wasn’t even big, he still go beat by 2 kids even when he was supersized!

Marinette is not a good Guardian. Her ability to choose heroes does not make her capable, and just because “tradition is stupid” doesnt mean that Marinette shouldn’t be tested like others before her!

Despite the Kwami’s being ancient magical buildings, they seem to act like kids a lot, and that annoys me when in S1 they are supposed to apparently be mentors to their wielders, like how Tikki was before she was mentally de-aged.

Lila is trash and should be removed from the show. The only reasons her lies work is because the writers dumb down every other character in the show and ignore the fact the people have smartphones with google.

The “Miraculous” Ladybug spell should require both Ladybug and Chat Noir to cast, because not only does the power have nothing to do with creation, but it also “destroys” anything created by the akuma, which thematically makes no sense. Also it would place more emphasis on the two heroes being equals and “two halfs of the same coin”

On that note, Ladybug has too many powers. Not only is she the only one who can purify akumas, and can cast a spell that can fix Paris time and time again like its no one’s buisness, but she also now gets a new suit and the ability to nullify Hawkmoth’s akumas. Like COME ON! Give Chat some powers too.

Mayura’s feather’s shouldnt be able to be purified by Ladybug since they have no dark energy, and (thematically speaking) Chat should be given an ability that allows him to “vanquish” the energy in Mayura[’s feathers similar to how Ladybug can purify Hawkmoth’s akumas. At least it would develop a rivalry between Chat and Mayura, and would make Chat necassary against Shadowmoth rather than being replacable with any other hero.

The are too many temporary heroes. They should have just stuck with the 3 heroes from s2 and leave it at that. Sure, new heroes were cool, but the overuse has made the whole hero thing feel less special. It made sense for the first 3 to have them, but now it’s just like Oprah where everyone gets a miraculous. Except Gabe.

Chat Blanc was a stupid reason as to why secret identities cant be revealed, also Chat could have told LB who Hawkmoth once he returned back to normal was and the show would be over.

Hawkmoth should not be Gabriel. Frick the lore about Gabriel’s wife dying and him going evil to get her back, it makes the story feel too much like a star wars/Darth vader reference and leaves Gabriel acting bipolar, flipping from wanting to save his wife and doing this out of necessity to being a power hungry madman wanting to take over the world ( which is said in his canon music video). Having Hawkmoth be his own character means he can be an actual maniac who wants world domination and not just have villanous plot that rely on obtaining magical jewellery (perhaps doing other evil things/taking a more active role), while Gabriel being his own character means he can be a father that has become estranged from his son due to the lose of his S,O, and thus can have a plot about him reuniting with his son (I liked the end seen in Simon says, ok?)

On that same note, I think Mayura shouldn’t have been Nathalie. Considering Hawkmoth’s plans were repetitive as heck for most of the show, when I heard about the Mayura leaks back in Season 2 (when she was called “le Paon”) I was theorising that Mayura would actually being Hawkmoth’s boss, the villain the was responsible for giving him his Miraculous and the one who destroyed the Order of the Miraculous, and would take over as the main villain in season 3 due to Hawkmoth’s failures. However, that turned out not to be the case.

Not only that, but Mayuras power is a copy paste power with some modifications to make it complement Hawkmoth’s power, by basically giving his akuma’s magic pokemon.

Speaking of Hawkmoth’s power, for a miraculous that is supposed to be used for good, how can his power mind control people and make them become evil? More importantly, for a miraculous that is supposedly weaker than the main heroes of the show, having it be able to multiply and posses people to create an army is kinda strong.

Fuck the Maribat ship that the salt fandom came up with. Its trash, it was made to bash most of the Miraculous cast sans Marinette, and anyone thinks it is good are either those same salters or are the same people who think that Rey-lo and the Twilight Saga are masterpieces of romance.

Whew! I needed that vent. Hope you enjoyed it as as much as I did, and Tune in next time on the next episode of: Arlakos loses his Mind and Rants for 2 pages of writing!

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Salt #Marinette salt #Adrien Salt #Everything salt #This whole show is a salt mine #Rant Time!#I love the show but I hate how its written

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itsmoonphobic · 4 years

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👑Royal Buisness👑 (SBI+Tommy AU)

Hello!My name is Moonbow and I am a huge sbi+more fan! And so I decided to do my bois some justice and create a au based off of dnd and skyrim!They all reside in the land of "Bladestrom" a legendary kingdom build out of mysterious ruins and on the ground where dragons once rested.I will let you in on some headcanons and insights about each character!I hope you guys enjoy it🥺👑💓

Dave(Techno) Blade:

The 12th heir of the throne King Technoblade,or simply King Blade.A strong and fearless warrior known for his determination,power and strength.

He has a serious and egoistic facade.Though in reality the king is anything but egoistic and serious.Quiet the opposite actually:He tends to be very polite and respectful.Sure his ego is the size of a full grown dragon but he is a big hearted man.

Techno mostly stays in his castle walls and prefers to read or write in peace.The only time he will actually step foot in the outside world was during night,when his people need him or his favorite hobby ;)

He has a pretty unbalanced and unhealthy sleeping schedule which he constantly gets reminded of.

The only person Techno actually lets into his private life is his best friend Phil.Phil is Techno's personal knight and right hand man.Techno trusts Phil with his eyes closed,his loyalty is very appreciated.

A huge downside for Techno's reputation is that he is really shy and socially awkward.The poor guy can't find the right words or say anything normal without feeling like he said something fully absurd.

Apart from reading and fighting,Techno loves to farm potatoes in his free time.He loves the fresh taste once they are harvested and prepared properly!!His potatoes are known to be from the best quality in the whole land!Which earns Techno some extra money.

Techno won't admit it infront of Phil or anyone else but he has a soft spot for children,especially orphans. He knows the feeling of growing up without parents and he feels connected to them.That's why Techno stops by the local orphanage to donate some money he earned from his potato farming.

Techno loves to train and upgrade his swordsmanship abilities to their fullest potential.Always coming up with new strategies and techniques to use whenever the time for war would fall upon them once again.

And speaking of war,the thing that terrified the neighboring kingdoms and enemies even more about King Blade is the fact that he never manages to lose. Everyone stupid enough to challenge the king of Bladestrom would go down in shame and regret.

Though Techno isn't really in control of himself in those types of situations.His lust for blood overcomes his senses and he can't but see red with every step he takes on the battlefield.

Phil is usually the one who manages to calm him down and get him back to his normal self.Techno would feel awful and expose the side he hates the most about him to Phil: Vulnerability

Techno doesn't take things very seriously.He is very sarcastic and relaxed all the time,and that's what makes him even scarier.

He competes in the yearly bladestrom championships which is a battle arena with different challenges and obstacles you have to beat.And suprise,suprise Techno wins em' all!

Techno suffers from adhd and anxiety.Something that only Phil is aware of is Techno's ptsd.He didn't exactly have the luxurious and perfect life growing up,so when he ends up getting nightmares or panic attacks Phil's dad instincts take over and do their thing.

Long story short,Techno doesn't necessarily know his limits,but he is hundred percent aware of his strengths and weaknesses.He protects and takes care of the people he deeply cares about and welcomes them as family.His power is what makes him a fearless and violent king.But his heart is what makes him a kind and understanding human.And if he ever forgets about that side of him he simply has to listen to the repeated beating in his chest.

Phil Watson:

The royal guard with a five year long achievement on staying at the top of his game and ranking as the number one royal knight.

Earning himself the trust and life long,brother like friendship with the king himself was a big plus!

Phil is a very loyal and hardworking man.He seeks justice and always wants to take things the slow and pacifistic way before instantly turning to violence and bloodshed,much unlike his best friend.

Phil is very kind,and gentle when he needs to be. Everyone loves seeing Phil in the local town tavern or in a city bar.He always seems to read poeple like an open book and find the right topics to talk about.

Techno and Phil have a very close and important relationship.They are like a brothers,though Techno secretly looks up to Phil like a father he never had. Phil would risk his life for Techno,not only becouse of his duty as his personal guard,but becouse family comes first.

Phil is a very wholesome and strong willed guy.

Whenever Techno is feeling down or something like a panick attack or nightmare is happening,Phil immediately notices it.Techno doesn't have to say a word for Phil to hug him and take care of the vulnerable king in his hands.

He will find Techno on his balcony while patrolling the castle halls or garden in the middle of the night just staring at the moonlit sky.He always seems so lost in thought and carefree that Phil simply smiles and continues his work.

He does scold him for not resting enough the next day though-so he's never really off the hook :D

Phil is also the only person who really knows Techno.He knows his deepest fears,biggest insecurities and darkest secrets.He sees him in moments where the world would turn his back on him but Phil doesn't and he never will.That's what he promised him all those years ago.

Long story short,Phil is very kind and hardworking.He takes problems into his own hands and solves them the best way he possibly can.He can and will tease the living daylight out of Techno and that infront of other residents of the castle who don't know if they should laugh or simply stare in shock.Phil deeply loves and cares of Techno like his son and always makes sure ro put his well being infront of his own.

(I WOULD DIE FOR PHIL-HE IS SO WHOLESOME AHHH-)

Wilbur Soot:

A lonesome musician on the lookout for money and success-

Wilbur is a guitarist living on the streets of Bladestrom He goes from bar to bar and performs his musical talent there.Though the majority of the time Wil plays and sings on the streets.

Earning money is hard so affording an apartment,even a room for a few nights is almost impossible for Wilbur since he only earns a few silver coins per night,that is if he gets lucky and poeple actually listen to him.

He is very charming and suave,also add the fact that he is pretty handsome to the list and you have yourself the perfect boyfriend.May I inform you that his voice is a perfect balance between velvety and rough-

Wilbur isn't from Bladestrom.He grew up in another kingdom which he can't remember the name from since he arrived here during a war 19 years ago.

He never really heard from his parents,they just sort of disappeared.But that was something Wilbur didn't question,he didn't care about them.He learned how to survive and keep himself company.He doesn't need a family ro accomplish his goals.

Wilbur is a huge gentleman and he is also tends to be extremely flirtatious,which he is really good at btw!So yeah he earns himself some extra points with the ladies ;)

His biggest dream that he is trying to achieve is to become a famous musician in the whole entire land. Opening his own theater and doing what he loves the most.Sing and perform.

But living on the streets has it's ups and down's.Most nights Wilbur has to deal with drunk people wandering the alleyways or annoying little children who constantly pickpocket you-

Wilbur will sometimes nonchalantly sneak into a hotel and sleep in one of their cozy beds,since he doesn't experience that feeling often.Or the places he performs at reward him with shelter instead of money.

Long story short,Wilbur can keep apart dreams and reality.He is a smart and sly person who knows how to accomplish his goals.Even though Wilbur has his one Night stands more than often he would never betray a woman if he got into a serious relationship,which he plans on not having any time soon.He keeps to himself and sternly focuses on the things that matter in life,everything else is irrelevant.

Tommy Simons:

An energetic orphan with no manners and the mouth of a sailor.

Tommy grew up on the streets,any memory of his past life or family only appear as a missing puzzle piece or a black canvas.

Tommy is a very outgoing and optimistic person,his emotions are practically worn out on his sleeves.

Spending his days in the local town orphanage Tommy met a few poeple who he spends his time with.You could say that he has formed a wierd alliance with his more questionable friends.

Tommy learned how to defend himself and make sure that his "gang" stas safe aswell.He is quite the expert at pickpocketing which comes in handy.

Being quick and light on his feet,if Tommy does get caught by the royal guards he manages to escape and get away with the stuff he stole.

On the other hand though,Tommy is extremely clumsy and seeks huge amount of admiration in any way.He constantly wants people to refer to him as the best.

And to repeatedly prove himself worthy of that title he picks fights with multiple poeple and always manages to make poeple hate him.He won't say it out loud but he sees the bloody noses and bruises as badges of honor,he's proud of them.

This little troublemaker has only one person he dreams to meet one day,but for now he can only hear stories about him and admire him from afar.And that person is none other than King Blade himself.

Oh what he would give to train with him and show off his badass moves and fighting skills.

Long story short,Tommy doesn't think before he acts and he surprisingly manages to pull off any stupid stunt he plans to do.For Tommy it's kill or be killed.Either you face your fears head on and establish dominance or you act like a coward and run away.And there was no way Tommy ever does the second option even if it gets him into dangerous situations.Tommy is very overprotective over poeple he cares about,his guild is his brotherhood,his family,and he would do anything for them,even going sofar as risking his life.

THIS IS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW-I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS AU BECOUSE I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE AND I CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT MY BRAIN ACTUALLY MANAGED TO WORK PROPERLY AND CREATE SOMETHING USEFUL-Sorry I ramble alot,anyway I am definitely planing on making this a whole ass fanfiction on AO3 so yeah KWKDJWKIS I AM HYPED!!Love u all <3

#mcyt #au #alternate universe #technoblade #wilbur soot #ph1lza #tommy innit #minecraft #videogames #minecraft youtubers #royalty au #headcanon #i hope this is okay!#i love this #very proud #sleepy bois inc #sleepyboisinc #sleepy bois

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thesetrashimagines · 4 years

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The Man Pt.2

A Peaky Blinders Imagine (reader insert)

Warnings: Talk of killing, blood, guns, alcohol, swearing, fighting.

Pt.1 Pt.3

Summary: You thought that was going to be the last of the so called ‘Peaky Blinders’ but apparently they can’t get enough of you.

Tommy sat in his usual spot behind his desk. His eyes were stuck on the bottle of rum and questions flew around his head. Who were you? Where did you come from? How did you have that kind of money? With pinched eyebrows Tom turned his head towards the door of his office. Should he ask Ada about this man? Before he was able to answer his own question, John and Michael knocked and let themselves in.

“So you got any idea of who that bloke is?” John took a seat in front of his brother. “No but he gave us quite the pretty penny for the Garrison.” Tommy nodded his head towards the money, Michael stalked forward. “Holy shit...Tom how-” Michael had the money in his hands counting it. “I know Michael.” John looked from the money to his brother, “we gonna do anything about it?” Putting his hand to his jaw, Tommy shook his head, “I don’t know yet John.” He let out a sigh. Michael took the seat next to John and put the money back on the desk, “I mean he could be good for buisness, you know, we could use some of that money.” Shifting his eyes to the clock on the wall, Thomas sighed again. Then John spoke up, “I think he’s an assassin.” John was looking at his shoes before setting his eyes on Tommy. “Think about it Tom, he killed 3 men in the Garrison. By himself. Then we watched him scale a fucking building.” He let out a chuckle, “A roll of bandages fell out his pocket when he was going up the fucking thing, tore his coat and everything.”

At the mention of the torn jacket Tom look back to his brother. “Yeah Ada was in the same shop as him where he bought that bottle of rum.” He picked up the bottle and started reading the label. “It’s old, before the war old.” Placing the bottle in John’s outstretched hand, Tom sat back. “Fuck thats old. You said Ada saw him?” “Yeah said he asked the owner where to find a coat shop and something about there being a giant hole in his coat.” John passed the bottle to Michael, who opened it and took a quick swig. “Michael!” Snatching the bottle back, John whacked his cousin over the back of the head, “are you fucking stupid? We were just saying how he’s a fucking assassin and here you go drinking his shit?!” Michael rubbed the back of his head and glared at John. “That fucking hurt! Besides I doubt he’d poison it.” This made John deadpan, “You doubt it? He’s a fucking assassin Michael! You go throw that up right now before we have you falling over dead.” Michael shook his head, “No John, if Ada saw him buy it then I’ll be fine. Don’t go telling Polly though.” John laughed, “Of course you’re more worried about your mother knowing you drank poisoned rum.” The three men shared a laugh.

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You sat behind your workbench where you had gun parts were sprawled out. Grabbing a piece and delicatly polishing it, you set it down and moved onto the next. You’ve been sitting here doing this since you got home. Taking guns apart was something you enjoyed, not to mention you could take apart any gun and put it back together in your sleep. It was a simple yet intricate task, each piece had their own use and their own purpose. Becoming somewhat a gun smith was a interesting hobby as a child, an accidental hobby but a hobby none the less. Besides it made your guardian happy to watch you take apart his guns before reassembling them with a smile on your face. He always said that you were his favourite entertainment to watch.

Smiling fondly at the memories you finshed putting the gun back together when your stomach let out a loud grumble. Setting the gun down, you wiped your hands on some spare cloth before leaving to go to the kitchen. Opening the cupboards you groaned, they were empty. All of them. You should have guessed that they wouldn’t stock up on anything for you. Who would want to feed a killer? Shaking your head you glanced at the clock, it was around late evening. Maybe a bakery might be open? Closing the cupboards, you walked over to your couch and grabbed your coat off the back. You smiled at the reminder of the little girl earlier today, you hope she got back home safely.

Locking the door behind you, you went down the road towards the shops once more. A group of girls passed you whispering about the ‘beautiful man in the green coat’, you sent them a smile and kept on walking. When they were further away you let out a few giggles, ‘guess the new coat looks good.’

After wandering the streets, you made it to the bakery. Sadly as you were about to enter the open sign was flipped showing ‘Sorry! We’re Closed’

“Of course they’re closed.” You turned around to see an older woman, she had fairly short brown hair, she was wearing in a expensive dress, and was smoking a cigarette. You rose your eyebrows, “yeah seems like it.” The woman turned her head towards you and looked you over. She smiled and took a puff of her cigarette, “You smoke?” She held out a small silver case. You shook your head and held up your hand, “no thanks I don’t.” Looking back up at the large bakery sign you let out a sigh, “I guess I’ll have to look else where for supper.” Turning around you started walking away before the woman called out, “The market should still be open.” You scratched the back of your neck, “and wheres that?” Her eyes widened slightly and then she laughed, “you’re not from around here are you?” Scoffing you looked to the ground before making eye contact with her, “it’s that obvisous?” She laughed again, “yes not everyone walks to the bakery at 7 in the evening.” Letting out an airy laugh you glanced around quickly, “so miss uh, could you send me in the markets direction?” The woman came to stand next to you and hooked her arm through yours, “the names Polly, what’s yours?” She took off and pulled you along, “A-Adonis, my names Adonis.”

She threw a smile back at you, “Adonis? Isn’t that a god’s name?” Falling in step with her you answered, “Yes it is, my father used to study Greek mythology and would often tell my mother the stories of the gods,” You glanced around trying to map out the area, “she quite liked the story of Persephone so uh here I am.” Polly stared at you with hungry eyes, “He’s the God of desire right?” Clearing your throat you looked ahead, “And vegetation and also beauty.” You felt the grip of her hand tighten on your arm, “I think you fit your name. Your mother chose wisely.” You nodded. The market came up and you silently thanked whoever was listening, you gently pulled Polly towards some fruits and vegetables. “So what are we having?” You unwrapped your arm from Polly’s and started to pick up an assortment of vegetables and fruits, “I’m just picking up some groceries, might make something once I get home. Not too sure yet.” You made the market drip as short as you could. Grabbing the basics, bread, meat, vegetables, and fruit. Polly leisurely followed you around, picking some produce up before setting it back down, she didn’t say much but she kept on giving you the eyes whenever your sights crossed.

“Well I’ve got to go home but I thank you for showing me around Polly.” Smiling gently at her you raised a hand and gave a small wave. She smiled back but grabbed your hand mid-wave, “darling you need a woman to cook you something. Now lead the way.” You tried to mask your surprise, you really didn’t want this woman back at your apartment. You nodded slowly and went the way home, Polly gleefully hooked her arm through yours again and quickly matched pace with you. Yours and Polly’s conversation mostly centered around Greek mythology, she talked about her own religion here and there but mostly just asked questions about the gods and goddesses. Your ‘father’ really did enjoy Greek mythology, he told you the stories and taught you their life lessons. Polly was talking about something while you were lost in your thoughts about your guardian, “Are you even listening to me?” You blinked a couple of times before looking at her. “Sorry Polly I was lost in my thoughts.” She patted your arm and gave you a kind smile, “It’s alright love, happens to the best of us.” You smiled back at her, “So where were-”

“Mum?” Polly stopped abruptly and spun her head forward to the voice. Oh god the voice, ‘babyface’. Looking down then to right, you avoided everyones stares, you slacked your arm and Polly let go with a sigh. “Michael what a surprise.” You switched the bag into the other arm, limiting the chances of Polly grabbing it again. “What are you doing with him?” You pulled the rim of your hat down over your eyes, ‘WHY? Why did this woman come up to you? Why did babyface, Michael, have to be her son!?’ You tried to calm your thoughts but Polly’s response almost made you drop your groceries.

“I was gonna fuck him. Why does it matter to you?” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a long breathe. You needed to leave, now. Finally looking over to Polly you mustered up the strength and spoke out, “I have to get going, thank you for walking with me Polly.” You fixed your hat again before moving forward. A different voice filled the space, “How the fuck do you end up being everywhere?” The shoes in your line of sight made you stop. Picking your head up, the man wearing the cap glared at you. “I was just getting groceries.” You answered in a flat tone, “yeah but why is my aunt hanging off your arm?” You were about to explain but Polly beat you to it. “I was giving him a tour. The man didn’t know where the market was.” You heard her son laugh, “You gave the man who broke into the Garrison, a tour of the market?”

Dropping your head back down you closed your eyes and sighed. “I gave you money and a bottle to replace the one I broke. Can I go now?” You glared back at the capped man in front of you. “Mum lets go.” Michael grabbed his mothers hand and started to walked forward but they only got behind the man infront of you before Polly pulled her hand out of Michaels. She whipped around to face you, “Did you break into the Garrison Adonis?” When she said your alias both men stared at you wide eyed, “Adonis?” Getting frustrated you shifted the bag once again, “Yes that’s my fucking name and no I didn’t break into the Garrison. Now excuse me I am going home.”

You zigzagged out of everyones way and marched down the street. You could hear them talking, and then yelling. At each other then you, then at each other again. You honestly didn’t care. You were tired, it’s been what 2-3 days since you slept? You’ve been up since Thursday morning and it was Saturday evening. And you were hungry, the whole reason you left the apartment in the first place! You were annoyed. You passed a few more men in those god awful caps, you didn’t spare them a glance but you could feel their stares on you though. You guessed a few of them recognized you or thought they did. A car passed, reminding you of the car you had to dump in a random persons yard in the middle of the night. You would’ve kept it if it wasn’t littered with bullet holes. That was another thing your guardian taught you about, everything he knew about cars was passed onto you. He let you race cars for a little extra cash and luckly you were pretty good at it.

When your doorstep came into view you let out a sigh of relief. Almost running to the door, you quickly got inside and locked it behind you. Shuffling into the kitchen you started unpacking your groceries, you made yourself a sandwhich and called it a day. After putting the rest away, you grabbed a glass of water and your sandwhich then headed to the livingroom. Setting the glass on the coffee table you walked over to the record player in the corner and took a bite of your sandwhich. You popped the lid open and put on one of your favourites. Sitting back onto the couch you rested your feet on the coffee table and ate. A few records later you were having trouble keeping your eyes open, reading the clock you saw that it was only 9 PM, ‘If I take a nap now I’ll never get to sleep later.’ Sighing you stood up and stretched until your side screamed in pain making you keen over and put a hand on the bandage. Taking the hand away and examing yourself you noticed everything was fine. You shuffled to the window and peaked through the curtains, and to your surprise there, walking to your door, was Nik. “How the fuck did he find me? Ugh that fucking bastard.” You guessed one of the boxers gave your location away. ‘Great.’

Nik is a...friend? You met him almost by accident. When you first arrived in Birmingham you were tasked with learning about the underground boxing that happened there, needless to say it was pretty easy to get in. Almost instantly you were thrown into a ring, where you fought Nik. After knocking him out in the first round, you became pretty popular. Nik was apprently one of the best boxers out there and when he woke back up he demanded to meet you with a smile on his face. Since then Nik showed you everything Birmingham had to offer. A small group of 5 men adopted you right then and there; Nik, Cal, Dante, Theodore, and Peter. They considered you their little brother. You happened to be the shortest out of all of them, though Theo was a giant, close to 7 feet so everyone was small to him.

They went everywhere with you. They went to every fight, they followed you to every hotel, they even brought you to the circus once, you liked having them as friends but pretending to be a male 25 hours a day was a lot on your body. Only Nik knows the truth, he knows your a woman but the whole assassin part isn’t quite out there yet. He just knows you take odd jobs here and there and that you tend to do ‘security’ for some rich folk once in a while.

Eyes widening, you jumped back from the window and ran up the stairs. Once at the top, the sound of music filled your ears. You forgot the record player. Flying back down the steps, you ran to the record player and pulled off the needle. Dashing up the steps again and into your room you smiled in victory as a knock sounded throughout your home. You walked backwards and flopped down onto your bed, listening to Nik yell, “Adi! I know you’re in there, the lads want to invite you out for drinks. They say we need to celebrate together.”

‘Fuck.’ Turning over onto your stomach, you grabbed your pillow and groaned into it. What were you going to do? You haven’t had a proper drink in a while and the bottle of rum you bought still sat in its spot in the icebox. Last time you went out with the lads they forced you into a room with three women and you had to escape through the window with nothing on but your trousers, a single shoe and undershirt. Those vixens had ripped your other clothes to shreds and were very close to destroying your trousers too, you had to go to a seamtress and beg her to fix the torn button holes and ripped belt loops. That wasn’t cheap. Nik knocked again, bringing you back to reality. “Adonis mate! Let’s go!” He kept on banging on your door. Not wanting to upset your neighbors you ran back down the steps and flung the door open.

“What.” You deadpanned at him. He let out a laugh at your appearance. Your H/C hair out of place, your shirt was unbuttoned all the way showing off your undershirt, and you had one pant leg bunched up. Nik ran a hand through his short blonde hair and smiled, his blue eyes squinting. “Adi! Long time no see!” He pulled you into a hug which you returned stiffly, “You saw me a few weeks ago Nikolai.” He pulled back with a scowl on his face, “Adi what’d I say about calling me that?” You smirked, “what’d I say about calling me Adi?” Nik let out another laugh. “You got me mate. Now go freshen up and lets see the boys.” You sighed and stepped outta the way to welcome him in, “So was it Charles that told you where I was staying?” Charles was the boys’ ‘manager’ of sorts, he boxed himself but being a grandfather kept him from doing it often. “Charlie? Yeah him and Lolly told me you came to Small Heath after leaving their house. What are you doing here anyway?” Nik followed you up the stairs into your bedroom. Opening the drawers you pulled out a white shirt that had thin vertical blue stripes, “Had a job.” You heard Nik hum behind you, “that shirt’s nice.”

You were about to take off the shirt that hung around your shoulders but while shucking off the fabric you felt a slight pull in your side and stopped moving with a hiss. “Fucking cunt.” Nik came over and was looking you over in confusion, “What? What’d you do to yourself now?” He had his hands out hovering over your shoulders like a concerned mother. You looked at his furrowed brows and laughed, “Nothing Nikki just a little bullet hole.” You spoke to him gently, knowing he worried too much for his own good. With wide eyes he gawked at you, “A LITTLE BULLET HOLE? ADONIS A FUCKING BULLET HOLE?” He was yelling at you, waving his arms around. “YOU CAN’T GO AROUND SAYING YOU HAVE A FUCKING ‘little’ BULLET HOLE!” You were full laughing now, “Don’t make me laugh Nikki, I might bust my stitches.” You put a hand on his shoulder trying to steady yourself as your other arm wrapped around your middle. Nik stopped moving as your laughs quieted down, “I’m alright Nik yeah? Got myself all fixed up. If I let you take a look will you stop fussing?” Nik was a medic during the war so bullet wounds weren’t new to him. “Yes now let me help take this off of you.” He walked around you and pulled the shirt off your shoulders then put his hands on your sides slowly bunching the fabric there to untuck it. “Alright?” Looking over your shoulder you made eye contact with him, “yeah I know you’ve got me.” He smiled and gently shimmied the undershirt over you and threw on the floor.

“Lemme take a look now. Can you lift your arm?” Nodding you lifted your arm till it started to hurt. He unwrapped the bandage, not looking at your bindings. Unlike the first time he did when you broke a few ribs after a fight and he insisted that he help you. “Aye lookey here, some pretty stichtes you’ve got going Adi.” He looked up with a bright smile, “I told you I was fine.” He searched the room with his eyes before settling them on the bandages on the bedside table. “Have you been taking anything for the pain?” You shook your head, “no I only had time to steal bandages and some vitamins.” Stopping midwrap Nik looked at you with raised brows, “Vitamins? You took vitamins instead of pain killers? Or morphine? Adonis wh-” “I’ve been through worse Nik.” At this Nik sighed and finished wrapping you up. “Alright lets get this on you,” he grabbed the shirt and put your arms through, “whens the last time the ladies had a breather?” You looked at him, “did you really just refer to my tits as ladies?” He started blushing, “well I’m just asking. You know I remember the bruising you had after binding for too long. Don’t think I forgot about you being careless.” You stared at the wall as he buttoned your shirt. “Yes Nikolai I know you remember, I do too. But my ladies-” you flurished your hands around your chest, “did have a breather earlier today and during the night.”

With your shirt buttoned, Nik moved to fixing the collar. “Good I don’t want you passing out again.” It was a memory he would never forget. You were shirtless staring at your beatened body when Nik came in talking about how broken ribs can punture lungs when he stopped himself and saw you standing there with your chest binded. You told him that you’ve been pretending to be a boy since your 11th birthday, when you started working full time with your guardian. You explained that it was easier to do things this way and he understood. He promised not to say anything to the others which you were extremely grateful for, but a few days later you binded too tightly by accident. It was the middle of summer and the 6 of you were walking through a crowd when you felt dizzy, you couldn’t catch your breath. You fainted and luckly you fell into Cal who scrambled to catch you, Cal threw you over his shoulders and brought you into some shade where Nik ordered the men to shield the two of you. Nik woke you up and started asking questions, you tried answering to the best of your abilities with a foggy mind but his last question asking about how tight your bindings were done, cleared your mind. When you answered him he immediately got you to stand and took you to the closest hotel where he made you take off your bindings, he stood outside that little hotel bathroom for god knows how long staring at your discarded bindings in hate. Ever since Nik would always ask how tight and how long your bindings have been on for, that worrywort.

“Now thats one spiffy looking lad.” Giving you a once over Nik smiled. “Go look at yourself.” You walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself. You tucked the shirt in and adjusted it a little, “My hair looks fucking stupid.” Trying to push your hair back you huffed and went on a search for some hair oil. “It’s longer then last time.” Finding the bottle you dumped some into your hand and tried to style it back, “yeah I had to be my womanly self for a job, it was the reason I left Lolly’s and Charles’s.” You grabbed a comb and went to town. “Now that would’ve been a sight.” Laughing at Nik, you placed the comb down satified with your hair. “You would’ve shit yourself. I was dressed to the nines, dress and all.” Nik followed you down the steps and out the door after helping put your jacket on. “You should definitley just show up one day dressed like that. The boys wouldn’t believe it.” Sharing another laugh togther you made your way to the pub.

The Garrison, Nik brought you to the Garrison. You paused at the bottom of the steps and looked around the outside of the building, Nik noticed your absense and turned to look back down at you. “What are you doing? Come on the boys are waiting!” You swallowed and climbed the steps before standing next to him, “After you.” You put your arm out towards the door, “Why thank you.” Nik smiled and gingerly walked into the pub with you trailing behind him. While Nik passed the first few tables, you couldn’t help but notice that the floor was spotless. Theo stood up and waved the two of you over. Who would miss that massive man? Nik started moving faster and you almost had to jog to catch up with him. “ADI!” The collective yells overpowered the sound in the Garrison and for a few moments everyone else went silent and watched the reunion at the far back. Theodore was the first was to step out and clapped his hands down onto your shoulders as he studied your face, “Look at cha Rapunzel!” He let out a hearty laughing that shook his massive frame, “it’s a good look on you brother!” He finally pulled you into a hug, a bear hug, where he picked you a few inches off the floor.

“Teddy you fucking giant put ‘em down!” Peter started to yell at Theo. Even after being dropped back on the ground you couldn’t have a moment to get your bearings before Peter yanked your hand towards his chest and started hitting you on the back in a hug, you were able to return his hug. “Hey Peter.” The red head pulled back and shined a smile at you, “ ‘ello Adi! ‘ow’ve you been lad?” You smiled back, “I’ve been alright, hows the baby?” Peter laughed, “she’s just wonderful, looks excatly like her mother she does.” It was known by most people that this rough looking man was nothing more than a puppy when it came to his wife and daughter, he was in love with them.

You heard a laugh behind you and turned towards Cal who pulled you into his side and rubbed your arm, “Little brother I see you still got no beard!” You closed your eyes and shook your head, “Cal we’ve been through this, I look like a lolli thats been dropped on the floor, a beard ain’t for me.” Cal was a sunskissed man who had shoulder length black hair and a large beard, he curled the ends of his mustache too. “Yeah I can see your little scraggly hairs now, you need a shave. Let me give you one” Cal was a barber who did boxing for fun, he’s always been a little obsessed with how he looks but in the good way.

Dante came around the other side and threw his arm over your shoulder, you tried not to grimace when he bumped the wound on your arm. “Adonis my friend it’s been forever!” You padded his back, “you lot are acting like you didn’t just see me 14 days ago.” Dante flashed a white smile and shook you, “Aye I know but it’s strange not see to you all the time.” His brown curls bounced when you shook him back, “ and look at this here, the 5 of ya coming here to pay me a visit. Dare I say you missed me?” Smiling at all of them you pulled Dante into a proper hug, “I missed you too mate.” Dante squeezed you lighlty and tucked his face into your neck. You and Dante were the youngest ones in your little ‘family’. And like you, Dante didn’t have his parents, they died when he was a toddler. Dante was originally from Spain so when he was so openly accpeted by Nik and the rest he was more than happy to hop on board with them boxing. And when you showed up, Dante had a sixth sense and knew you belonged with them. He knew you were special and he cherished the bond you had with him.

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Tommy and his brothers sat in the private room at the Garrison. They were there to talk about buisness, like most days. Every few minutes a new person would be let in and would discuss terms with the peaky blinders. They were bored. It was the same jobs all the time but it paid. Of course the Garrison was noisey, it always was. With drunk people singing along to the music, other drunks yelling at each other, ladies laughing loudly, and new comers shouting their orders at Harry. But when the door opened and a woman walked in, one particular sound caught Tommy’s attention.

“ADI!”

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You were sat down in middle of the booth surrounded by the boys. Cal, Dante,and Nik were on your left while Theo and Peter sat on your right. Conversation was everywhere, the group of men had you talking about everything. The 2 jobs you did that led you here to Small Heath, if you have a girlfriend or boyfriend (they honestly just wanted to know if you were getting some). “Have you done any matches here?” Cal looked at Peter. “You know the bloke who runs the boxing here right Pete?” He took a sip of his drink and nodded, “Yeah he’s got a little bit of a temper but I know ‘im” Cal slapped your arm, this time you couldn’t hide your grimace and started rubbing it. “Adi you gotta do a fight here!” Nik reached over Dante and slapped Cal on the chest, “Don’t go yelling that shit out, you blooming idiot” Cal spun around quickly to glare at Nik, his hair swishing around him. “Beside he ain’t fighting.” Cal’s jaw dropped as he looked at Nik, “What do you mean he’s not fighting? He’s the best fucking fighter we know! He’s fighting.” Dante was glancing between the two men and was smooshed against the seat just in case more arms reached across him. “No he’s not and that’s that.” Nik’s tone was authoritive, he was keen on keeping you out of the ring. “Come on Nik the boy hasn’t been in a fight for a while.” Peter looked at Nik with pleading eyes. They knew you would kick ass in Small Heath. “Peter no he’s-” You set your glass down with a loud thud, calling attention towards you. “Nik, I can fight. You know what, Theo we should fight. The two of us, like old times.” Theo shook his head, “Now Adi I’ll fight but I ain’t fighting you again. I learned my lesson the first time.”

“No you learned your lesson after the 4th time.” Dante laughed. “Zip it you. You never had a fight against him!” Theo swung a thick arm out, almost hitting Peter in the face. “Hey! I mean it! Adonis ain’t fighting.” Nik raised his voice making the others quiet down. “Nikolai I wanna fight,” you turned slightly to face Peter, “Pete you can get me match right?” Nik let out an exasperated sigh and flopped down onto the table. Peter looked down at Nik and back at you, “you sure mate? Nik seems pretty adament on not letting you go” Dante spoke up, “yeah whys that?” Nik sat up quickly, “CAUSE HE GOT FUCKING SHOT!”

You sighed and put your head in your hands as the table went into an uproar. “ADONIS YOU GOT SHOT?” Theo was the first to yell. “WHO’S THE FUCKER THAT SHOT YA?” Peter. “WHERE!?” Cal. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?” Then Dante was last, but to you it was all noise. You rubbed your face and sat back. “Yes I got shot but Nik already looked and said I did a good job at patching myself up. It’s on my side but I’m fine and I never said anything cause you lot act like this every time I get hurt.” Cal full on punched you in the arm, “You fucking little shit sitting there acting like you’re okay while you have a fucking hole in your side!” With all the yelling more people were watching your table. “For fuck sakes Cal take it easy! Like I said I’m fine.” Nik looked at you, “Adi...” You stared at him and answered genuinely, “Nik I’ll be fine besides I’m bored, I wanna do something. You know how I get antsy.” At the mention of you being antsy the table laugh.

“Yeah you think theres a fucking Earthquake but when you look it’s just this fucker shaking his leg.” Theo let out a deep laugh, “always moving, you are Adi.” He ran a hand through his slicked back brown hair. “If he wants to fight, let ‘im fight Nik. If he gets hurt then we let ‘im suffer, it’ll be his own fault.” While Nik was the ‘mother hen’ of the group, Theodore was the voice of reason. “Yeah you should’ve saw him when I got to his flat. He looked like he just woke up.” Nik laughed. “That’s cause I did stupid. I got a few hours of sleep before you came knocking.” The table went into another uproar, they all knew how much you loved to sleep. “Yeah,yeah laugh now but wait until I’m in that ring.” Peter wiped at his eyes and threw his arm around your shoulders and patted you, “Aye we get it, you wanna fight.” He was going to say something else when he got interrupted. “Peter?” Everyone’s heads turned towards the voice and there stood the mustached man. ‘fuck.’

“Arthur?” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed before they shot up. “Arthur! How are ya mate?” Peter turned to Theo and pushed him. “Let me out Ted.” When Arthur called out to Peter, all eyes were set on your table for sure now. So when Theo stood up, all heads tilted upwards and a few gasps were heard. “How’d they not notice him when he walked in here?” Leaning over Cal you whispered into the air letting the three men hear you. “He came through the back with Cal.” Looking to said man you rose your eyebrows waiting for an explanation. “We took the back allies, you know how people get when they see him.” Before Theo started boxing he was in a sideshow, a freakshow. He’s been freakishly tall his whole life. He would tell the boys about his travels and about how some people still recognize him even after so many years. When you joined the group, you also shared stories of places you’ve been to. Which was lot considering you followed your guardian everywhere, no matter the danger.

Peter stepped around Theo and stuck his hand out. Arthur shook this hand and hit Peter’s upper arm, “Ey! I’ve been good, I’ve been good. ‘ow about ya?” You tried to hide yourself behind Cal, something Nik noticed. “You good?” Nik leaned forward hiding you from view. Cal and Dante turned towards you as well, wanting to hear the reason for your obvisous hiding. “Alright so the job I did a few nights ago, the one that gave me the bullet hole, ended with me in this pub and 3 dead guys.” Their eyes widened and Dante let out a loud gasp, catching Theo’s attention. “SHHH! Anyways before I was able to leave, that guy and two others came through the back and threatened to shoot me for breaking into their pub.” Sparing a quick glance at Theo who raised a questioning brow. “Look I paid them for the stuff I broke and the labor for disposing of- whatever.”

“Arthur I want you to meet the lads,” Peter waved his arm over to the table, “This is Nik, Britain’s prettiest boxer.” Nik stood up and shook Arthur’s hand, “Nice to meet you. Peter we all know you’re the pretty one.” This made everyone laugh, except you. “I’m Dante its nice to meet you Arthur.” After Dante stood up, Cal followed, leaving you sat down and regretting that you answered the door earlier. Cal and Theo introduced themselves then split apart to show you sitting at the table with your head in your hands. “That’s Adonis. He’s the star of the group, fucking crazy fighter he is.” Listening to Theo’s ice breaker about you, made you cringe. You ran both hands through your hair and shuffled out to the front of the group with your hand out. “It’s a pleasure.” Arthur stood there dumbfounded while you shook his hand, “you-” Nik came to the rescue, “So Mr. Arthur we uh were wondering if we could get a tour of Small Heath’s ring?” Nik’s question seemed to pull Arthur out of his daze.

“Yeah Peter was saying you lot wanted to have a fight.” You turned back to the table and put both of your hands down and dropped your head. ‘Of course this is happening. Why wouldn’t it be?’ Dante came over and placed a hand on your back, “Everything alright?” You nodded and straightened up.

“Adonis mate you’ve got your fight.” Theo’s voice grumbled. Nodding, you faced Arthur. “Can I have a word Arthur?” His face was stern but you could see him mulling over your request, “Yeah.”

“I know you don’t like me too much-” “You broke into me pub and left 3 dead men on the fucking floor. Of course I don’t fucking like ya.” You stuck up a hand, “yes I know I did but listen, if I win against whoever you put in front of me AND give you the winnings...am I forgiven?” You saw the cogs turn in his head and then he glanced behind you towards a small room at the front of the Garrison. “Peter talks a big game about you and I’ll you wha’, if you win the fight and give me the earnings. All is forgiven.” You let out a laugh and stuck out your hand, “We’ve got a deal then?” He grinned and slapped his hand into yours and shook it wildly.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Hello! I really hope you guys enjoyed pt.2. There is a lot more to come, I’m already writing pt 3! I also hope people don’t mind my writing...style? The way I write? Anyways I know sometimes I can’t form proper sentences and I don’t notice so please forgive me if that happens lol. Thank you so much reading! See you in the next part! <3

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The Flowers (Philip Hamilton Soulmate au) ~ part 1 ~

A Soulmate AU in which flowers bloom from your left ring finger, coiling up and around your body, Identical to your soulmates. They stop growing when you meet and turn white when you get together

(I decided to work on an old idea I had on my old blog @stargazelaurens and develop it properly)

Words- 2.3k

Warnings- none

Everyone has a small flower on their left ring finger, it's small with long vines and small leaves. They appear between 13 to 16.. they start off yellow, pink or blue. Over time they grow eventually entwining their vines and leaves around your finger, indentical to your soulmates. When you meet your soulmate they stop growing, if there's an age gap the youngers flowers will grow until they match their soulmates. If you get together with them the flowers turn white as a signal that you've found and fallen for your soulmate. Rarely you see someone with almost no markings except their finger, they'd found their soul mate early in life, been in school together or were the children of family friends.

Other times you see someone with the flowers vining their way up the arm and around the shoulder and around their neck, they hadn't met their soulmate and may never.

There's a medical procedure you can get that will halt the flowers, although it's not widely available because it's very expensive and most honestly just don't see the point.

“(Y/N) come on! You look lovely now let’s go. Your sister is meeting her ‘soulmate’ tonight” your mum says, chuckling, she puts quote marks around the word soul mate.

She didn’t believe in them. Even though she’s married her soul mate. Your dad also didn’t believe in soul mates. He believed in marrying for acquisition rather than love. He and your mum's families were close friends growing up next door to eachother. Their fathers were both close friends who were in business together, they arranged for your parents to wed in order to take over the buisness.

When your mother was 14 her flower appeared and with in weeks she noticed it didn't appear to be growing, like at all. This perplexed everyone.. until they realised your father's had stopped growing, he'd had his for a couple of years but honestly didn't care about having a soulmate. He'd been working around the family buisness since he was a preteen and having grown up with your mother he knew he she was a lovely girl and they'd make a happy life together. Your mother's grew to match your father's, their flowers turned white on their wedding day, everyone was shocked when it was realised, soulmates marrying? That was rarely but happened regularly. Arranged soulmates marrying? That was a first...

Your father was keen to attend this ball because they’d already chosen the boy for your sister, Philip Hamilton, the golden boy. Son of Alexander Hamilton, the treasury secretary.

You travelled with your sister and your parents to the ball, once there your parents split off from you both almost immediately to greet your fathers work colleagues which left you with your sister. On the ride over there was an almost tense atmosphere, you don't think your mum minds very much, she knows that it's easier to allow her husband to marry you and your sister off to strengthen his ties with other families. While they may not be soulmates she had every confidence that Philip Hamilton was a lovely boy who would treat your sister like a princess.

“(Y/N) snap out of it!” Your sister says quickly “you’re staring at him…”

“(Y/N) I don’t want to do this” she sighs as you scan the crowd for Philip. You'd only spoken to him briefly during debate club, he was preparing to leave a few weeks after you joined; you'd also seen him at school when he'd made speeches at debate or during school assemblies. You were painfully shy so you'd never approached him before. You also knew what his father looked like from speeches and meetings you father had brought you to. You spot him easily, his dark curly hair bouncing as he throws his head back, laughing at something his father said. You notice the similarity between them. The way they hold themselves; proudly yet somewhat approachable. The way they both look at the pretty lady in the blue dress sandwiched between them, love and adoration engraved on their faces every time she speaks. The way-

“Sorry” you gasp quickly, looking at her, a blush forming across your cheeks

“It’s so unfair…” Your sister starts and you nod, only half listening, the green eyed boy commanding much of your attention

That damn green eyed boy, that perfect green eyed boy…

That green eyed boy you were hopelessly in love with. Such irony graced you the day your father walked in excitedly announcing happily that he’d came to an arrangement with Mr Hamilton. An arrangement that involved both your sister’s and Philip’s hands in marriage.

“Why did he chose you?” You would aloud

“I don’t know” your sister sighs “I just want to go home and see Th- oh fuck he’s coming over here. What do we do?!” She whispers frantically, feeling sick at the prospect of having to talk to him

"Uh play it cool?” You offer weakly

“Good evening ladies”

he’s standing right in front of you

“Miss L/N?” He asks he asks your sister and she nods. He break out in a grin “it’s truly an honour to meet you”

“You too, this is my sister Y/N” she says gesturing to you

“Pleasure” he smiles sweetly as he takes your hand gently and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles as he did with your sister

“Lovely to meet you” you smiles, trying your hardest not to blush

“Would you like to dance?” Philip asks your sister and she reluctantly accepts, leaving you alone in the ballroom.

“Your sister is pretty” a girly, sweet voice chimes from your side “I’m Angelica, that’s my brother Philip” she explains

“I’m (Y/N)” you smile and the pretty girl smiles back “she’s very pretty, he’s lucky”

“He is” she nods “but he’d be luckier with you” she smirks

“What?!” You say quickly, trying to hide your blush “I- i- I don’t know what you mean!”

“I heard what you said!” She says with a triumphant smirks “you like him don’t you!”

“Listen Angelica you can’t tell anyone” you say quickly “my father-”

“Arranged the whole thing?” She wonders and you nods quickly “I figured as much.. I’m sorry (Y/N), I promise I won’t tell anyone! We can still be friends through!” she promises with a sweet grin

And so you were. Over the next few weeks you grew close with Angelica. She was a year younger than you while Philip and your sister were a year older

“Y/N!” Angelica calls as she comes into your room, she often came over to your home in order to escape her younger siblings

“Hi Angelica” you smiles as you stand up, smoothing out your dress

“Are you ready to go to the gardens?” She smiles

“Actually…” You smiles softly “I’ve got a date.. My father wants me to come see a potential suitor, it’s the son of one of his business associates. I’ve seen him at an event and he seems really nice”

“That’s great (Y/N)!” She smiles happily “I’m so happy for you!”

"Thank you!” You smile, she decides she wants to help you get ready and before you know it’s. It’s time for you to meet him…

“Y/N!” You father calls “George is here!”

“Have fun!” Angelica calls as she goes off to find her brother, he's probably with your sister somewhere

“Thanks” you smile before going downstairs.

“(Y/N)” your father smiles “this is George, Mr Eacker’s son, he’ll be taking you out this afternoon"

“Pleasure to meet you miss (L/N)” George smiles as he presses a light kiss to the back of your knuckles

“The pleasure is mine” you smile graciously and curtesy as you smile at George. He’s got kind eyes and a warm smile, maybe this would go okay.. you think to yourself

“Shall we get going?” He smiles.

You spend a lovely afternoon with George. He takes you into the market and you stop to smell some pretty flowers.

“George look they-” you’re cut off with a hand placed gently over your eyes. When you turn around you find George smiling at you, his other hand holding a single red rose and a pretty daisy.

“It would look pretty in your hair… may I…?” He smiles holding the flowers out towards you

“Of course” you blush, closing your eyes.

“Beautiful” george mumbles, placing the flower in your hair and tucks the rose through the button hole of your coat

Thankyou” you smiles as he leads you to a carriage

“You must be hungry or tired?” He asks as he helps you into the carriage you nod as the carriage begins the short join the to his home. Once you get there you’re greeted by his parents. His mother is kind and pleasant bud she isn’t warm. His father, however, barely looks in your direction; just a mere nod. It becomes clear very quickly that they see you as nothing more than a business investment.

“Did our George give you a good time, y/n?” His mother ask

“Of course he did,” his father interrupt before you have a chance to answer the question “he was raised right.”

“Of course” she replies with a nod

“we went to the market and into the gardens” you smiles, trying to start a conversation, all you get is a disinterested ‘oh that’s nice dear…’ So you focus on the dinner in front of you; a delicious roast dinner.

“Would you like some more Y/N?” George asks, but again, you’re interrupted before you can answer the question.

“She’s had quite enough.” his father says “I think you should be taking her home, we’ve got much to discuss”

“Okay pa” George smiles and takes your hand gently “let’s get your home”

“Okay” you smile and put your coat on, saying good bye to his parents before filling George to the carriage.

“I had such a wonderful time today Y/N, I’d love to see you today” he smiles softly once you’re back home

“I’d like that” you smile

“Until then” he smiles, kissing your knuckles before retreating back into the carriage.

You walk up to your front door and it's opens before you can knock

"(Y/N)! You're back!" Your sister smiles happily "how did it go?"

"It was nice.." you smile, Sure George was nice enough but you couldn't shake the cold disinterest from his parents, something about them just seemed off to you. "We went to the market and.." you trailed off as Philip pops up from behind her

"Hi (Y/N)!" He smiles sweetly

"Hi Philip" you mumble back, you could speak to him without blushing now so that's progress..

"I'm going to take angelica home, I'll see you tomorrow my darling" he smiles softly, missing her cheek before he waves at your both, following angelica into the carriage

"Bye!" Angelica yells and waves from the carriage window.

Your sister sighs as she leads you back into the house. She's been pleasant to Philip over the past few weeks but she doesn't have any romantic feelings for him at all. She also hated that he was at the house around you, she knew how much you liked him. Even though you'd been out with George she could see it in your face as soon as Philip appeared moments ago. You loved him

"So how did it go with George?" She asks once you're settled in your room.

"It was okay.." you smile and she raises her eyebrow "I mean he.. he was nice?" You say struggling to find the right words, well words that were 'hes not Philip'. "How's things going with Philip?" You ask curiously, half wanting to know and half wishing to discuss anything else

"He's sweet and everything but I just.. I think he might genuinely like me but he's so polite that who knows.." she sighs softly "it doesn't matter how he feels though, I don't like him in that way, Theo has my heart.."

"I know" you smile sadly. You're about to continue when your mother interrupts

"(Y/N)!" She called up the stairs "there's a friend to see you!"

"Okay!" You call back and head down the stairs. Theodosia Buur is standing in your kitchen

"(Y/N)!" She smiles and hugs you

"Hi Theo" you smile hugging back "how are you?"

"I'm good" she replies with a smile looking around realising your mum had gone back to whatever she had been doing

"Lets go to my room" you grin, knowing shell want to see your sister

"(S/N)!" She calls happily as she follows you into the room

"Theo!" Your sister smiles, scrambling to from your bed and throwing herself into Theodosia's arms.

Theodosia Burr was breaktaking, you'd been the one to introduce them. They fell for eachother almost instantly. Unfortunately they had to hide their relationship, not just from your parents but also the world. That's what made the whole Philip situation so awkward. Philip wasnt just not her type, he'd never be her type.

Theodosia and your sister were soulmates, the delicate shade of purple flowers that adorned their bodies were identical.

The first tiny flower appeared on their left ring finger, a small vine grew from the flower, then another flower formed as it snaked it's way around the finger into the hand and around the wrist onto the arm.

Everyone's flowers few differently, except for your soul mate, theirs grew in exactly the same way and in the same shade.

You hadn't met your soulmate yet. Pink was a common shade. Sure you'd met people who had the same colour, he'll you'd even met people with the same flowers, except one, you had a tiny bud with a second flower right under it on the palm of your hand. They stems were entwined and they both had three tint delicate leaves.

Everyone you'd though could be your soul mate would either have the flower or the bud, one girl had both but the stem hadn't. Een entriwed and there were only 2 leaves on each. You knew the chance of finding them would be nearly impossible but you still had hope. They were out there somewhere right?

#hamilton imagine #philip hamilton #philip hamilton x reader #anthony ramos #hamilton musical #hamilton #hamilton x reader

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Mail Time (Commission for WeirdKev27)

Glomgold Industries: 1 Day without an explosion related injury. We're moving up people!

Zan Owlson's Office: Shark free since.. now

Zan: (Casually pushs a shark tank out of her office) Every time I step out of the office he tries to shove one in here. No offense.

Shark: (Gurgles a noise similar to none taken)

Philli: (enters wearing a post office uniform) Package for Zan Owlson> And i'ts spicy....

Zan: Oh what a wonderful suprise.. you I mean I assume that once again when playing this little game you stuffed whatever you could in the package.

Philli: It's ricearoni, the real Stork Fransico treat!

Zan: Of course it is. (kisses her on a cheek)

Philli: ohohoho your awfully chipper today. What's the occasion.. oh no did you finally kill flinty? Look i'll get you a good lawyer I know a guy.. well he's also a horse but..

Zan: No no.. he's just gone for the day. Something about using a ventriloquist dummy to defraud a ten year old. Doofus Drake.

Philli: Oh.. noooooooo....

Zan: Really this shoudln't suprise you

Philli: Oh no it hasn't this is like the third time he's done this. No it's the kid in question.. he's DEEPLY terrifying.

Zan:.... i'd ask "why are you afraid of a ten year old" but.. i've also seen one throw a grown man over her head onto my desk.. it's also why I have a new mahogny desk.

Phili: Oh yeah I follow Flinty's instagram (Pulls up a post

BetterThanYouMcDuck43: (Shows picture of Webby holding glomgold over he heard)

Phili: Who.. took that photo

Zan: Dewford. I handed him the phone. Of course Glomgold screamed at me to take the photo first but that's not my job.

Philli: So what did he...

Zan: He tried to kidnap Webbigail's friend with a box connected to a piece of string and a hot topic gift card. Tried being the key word. And while she took care of it Webbigail ended up coming to his office to file a complaint... with a knife in his desk

Philli: Ohhhh classic. I did that when we started going out. Dosen't work with him but it is a good way to use my knife collection.

Zan: I was unaware of any of this until I heard a bunch of shouting, then had a screaming 12 year old walk into my office and throw my companie's ceo onto the desk.

Philli: Yeah she does that.

Zan: Wait how do you know this child

Philli: I do a lot of buisness with scrooge. He may be TERRIBLE at actually forking over cash but he does have good instincts. Plus she and her grandma are on my christmas card list. how do YOU know them though.

Zan: Well with that stupid bet it's clear Flintheart is going to loose. He hasn't STOPPED spending money. Not for a lack of trying on our part. In fact the reason i'm so happy today is today's the FIRST day since he came back i've been able to just work without having to bail him out of prison, hire a new pr person to replace ANOTHER ONE who quit, disarm explosives, have him yell at me for an hour over cutting his scottish things budget, or hear him shout

Flintheart: (offscreen) OWLSON!

Zan: Oh dear god no

Philli: I'll handle him. (Walks out to find Flintheart covered in honey.. and still clutching sharkbomb whose head is cruedly reattached with honeY)

Flintheart: where's owlson?

Philli: doing actual work.. what is all this

Flintheart: The scheme didn't go well and now my son needs repairs

Sharkbomb: No I don't old man

Flintheart: yes you do

Sharkbomb: Sez you geezer

Flintheart: Why you little (Starts choking the puppet iwth his own hand.. and get sit stuck) OWLSON

PHilli: uh huh.. well I have some glue... (pulles it out of a pocket) all you have to do is GO GET IT (throws it)

Flintheart: Please like that would work

Sharkbomb: Yeah what a lameo

Philli: Okay plan be then (calmcly goes over.. and kick sout a window, then just as calmly grabs sharkbomb and throws him out of the building)

Flintheart: MY BABY BOY (dives out the window.. of the 30th story.. and onto a trampolene)

Zan: (coming out and shocked) did you

Philli: Yes.. yes I did. I mean 9/10 he goes out of a window so..

Zan: (kisses her) I love you so much

PHilli: I know... me too.. now if yo'ull excuse me i'd love to mak eout some more but i'm late for a meeting. (Dives out said window)

#ducktales #philli antrophy #zan owlson #flintheart glomgold

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How about childhood-friends-to-lovers for V and Jumin? like they were super tight but then MC had to move away and then years later she joins RFA?

i’ve been saving this one for when i’d have the time to sit down and think of a nice story for them bc it’s such a great idea!! i hope you’ll like it :D since you mention a female MC, I’ll use she/her pronouns for this headcanons!

JUMIN:

* It was actually really funny how she met him-MC was at some boring party with her mom, wearing a fancy dress that made her back itchy, her hair tied into a braid that she wanted nothing more than to tug at and free this tension from her hair.

* Apparently some big-shot doctor was hosting a dinner party and invited MC’s family, as well as some other friends who all had children, and figured the kids could meet and become friends too.

* Well, MC didn’t want to be friends with these kids. They’re all big bullies and laughed at her dress the moment they saw her, so with a huff, she stormed out of the room, unnoticed by her mother as she was deep in a conversation with a group of flashy-looking adults, heading to the big gardens of the house they’d been invited to.

* There was a little artificial pond at the edge of the property, and MC could already see the koi fish swimming lazily in the water, their bright colours illuminated by soft warm lit lamps placed along the edges of the water.

* She also noticed something else-a small figure, right about her size, a boy with a black bob of hair whose back was turned to her.

* She didn’t mean to scare them-she simply was curious as to who this could be, and their hair, the closer she came to the kid the softer and nicer their hair looked, and she simply wanted to feel them for herself!

* Yet the moment she put her hand near the kid’s back, they flinched, taking notice of her presence and in their shock, moving away and falling straight into the pond.

* In an attempt to grab onto something and avoid falling, they grabbed onto the hem of MC’s dress, tugging her right along and into the cold pond water.

* She fell in with a splash, lucky that the water barely reached her knees-her dress however was soaked, her hair falling in front of her face as they’d come loose from her braid in the struggle.

* Yet none of that mattered. Not when she saw a pair of curious black eyes staring right at her, so big, so bright, it was like the moon itself came down and put the night sky into a pair of eyes.

* It was a boy, seemingly about her age, the one she’d tried to ruffle their hair. He was just as soaking wet as her, his shirt and tie a wet mess, his hair dripping droplets of dark pond water as he poked at it with a frown. He kept staring at MC, his frown deepening.

* “Didn’t adults tell you it’s rude to creep up on others?” he asked with a huff. MC gasped-why was this boy so rude?!

* “Didn’t they tell you it’s not nice to tug at a girls’ dress?” she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest.

* The boy rolled his eyes with a huff. Seriously, just what was his problem? “You were rude first.”

* MC frowned. Even though his words were rude, she just couldn’t bring herself to be truly mad at him. Instead she got up, pulling her dress into a crumpled heap to drain the water off of it.

* The boy stuttered as she did, covering his eyes with his palms. “What are you doing?! You can’t just lift your dress up like that-put it back down!!” he yelled, his eyes tightly shut.

* MC snorted, dropping her dress back in place as she drained the final drops of water from it. She extended a hand to the boy with a lazy smirk. “You’re the one that tugged at it first. Anyway, it’s down now. You can look!”

* The boy hesitantly did, peeking between his fingers first before noticing her extended hand towards him, as he still sat in the dirty water.

* “I’m [insert name here]. It’s rude to talk for so long and not tell each other our names right?” she smiled deviously, and for a quick moment-the boy returned her smile, gone in an instant as his lips settled into a well-practiced thin line. He took a hold of her hand, tugging himself up from the water.

* “I’m Jumin Han, but you can call me Jumin” he started. For a moment he looked away sheepishly, tugging wet locks of hair away from his face. “...I’m sorry for dragging you into the water.”

* MC smiled. He was weird, definitely, and rude, but not like the other kids-he wasn’t mean to her, didn’t bully her about how she looked or acted-he was simply odd, unaccostumed maybe to interacting with people his age the way he did. “It’s okay Jumin, I’m sorry for scaring you. Your hair looked really fluffy and I tried to touch it, but I should’ve asked first.”

* “Oh” he said, blinking slow as he digested this new information. In turn, he extended a hand to MC, helping her out of the pond and onto solid ground, their clothes and hair still dripping wet, cooling by the evening summer air. “You can...you can touch it if you want. Although it’s not that soft” he shrugged.

* MC was flabbergasted. He’d let her touch his hair? Just like that?! She was so excited! With slow shaky movements, she raised her hand, approaching Jumin’s face-he expectantly let his eyes fall shut, his lashed posing dark shadows on his pink cheeks...

*...Yet before she could touch his hair, a scream interrupted them both, the sound of fast approaching footsteps seperating the two.

* “MC! What have you done, why are you all wet-oh no, why is Mr. Han’s son also like that?! What did you do to him?”

* MC immediatly noticed the change in Jumin’s expression as he saw her mom approaching them, a man who MC could only assume is Jumin’s dad quickly approaching. His face turned cold, so different from the soft blush and gentle expression he posed just moments ago-this was practiced, effortless as he shifted into an adult-like expression, softly bowing his head towards her mom.

* “I’m sorry ma’am, I fell into the pond and accidenatnly dragged your daughter along with me. I didn’t mean to and I take full responsibility.”

* MC wanted to argue, to say no! It was her fault, he shouldn’t be taking the blame for her, but one look from Jumin shushsed her-instead she bit her lip and nodded, guilt pooling quickly in her stomach.

* It took little time for the adults to seperate them, her mom dragging her back indoors as she looked for their coats so they could go home and have her take a warm shower, as Jumin’s dad took a hold of Jumin’s hand, pullling him to the opossite direction and towards a waiting limousine at the gates of the house.

* They lost contact for a while-MC desperately tried to get her mom to take her along to every party she’d go to, hoping that Jumin would be there to so she could talk to him, thank him for covering for her, apologise for letting him take the blame-but her mom kept refusing, saying that these weren’t parties for kids to go to.

* Eventually though they met again-not by coincidence, no. None other than Mr. Han himself called her mom, saying that his son wouldn’t stop talking about the girl he fell in the pond with at that party, and how he wants to meet her again so he can apologise properly.

* “My, what good manners this boy has!” MC’s mother stated as she drove them to the meeting place, a fancy cafe upstate, but MC simply rolled her eyes, hiding her smile beneath her palm-she knew better. Jumin was just smart, not polite.

* When they met again, Jumin looked more poised, more refined-he was wearing a shirt and tie again, and even little dress pants, his hands resting in his pockets as he stood from their table to greet MC when she came through the cafe’s doors, his hair back to its proper fluffy state of being-MC wasted no time. She immediatly dashed to Jumin, tugging him in a hug as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

* “Jumin I’m so sorry I didn’t speak up last time, it was so unfair-I’m sorry!” she mumbled into his shoulder-Jumin was shocked, his hands hovering over MC’s back before he gingerly put them on her back, giving her a quick pat.

* “I-It’s okay. Please let go of me?”

* She did with a sniffle, giggling when she took note of his reddened face, how he tried to play it cool by running a hand through his hair-a trick he definitely leanrt by watching TV actors do.

* This was how the two became fast friends-Jumin was hesitant at first, because even at that age, he associated women with something evil, devious-he didn’t believe that he could come to like spending time with any girl, and definitlely he’d never like them how his dad likes them-but MC was different. She was fierce but gentle, and she didn’t make him feel like any other girl did.

* Eventually the two drifted apart-not by choice, not really. Jumin’s dad’s company was exponentially growing, and he had to move away to a different city for his dads buisness.

* Before he left he met up with MC one last time, tried to calmly explain the situation to her. He couldn’t bear to see her tear-stained face as he told her he was moving, nor how she tried to hide her sobs beneath her palms. He had no right to do what he did next, but he knew he might never see her again-so he did it.

* He tugget her hands away from her face, gulping his embarassment down as he leaned close and kissed her.

* “This-this is my first kiss” he aditter to a visibly shocked MC, “and now you have it. So-so even if I go away, you now will always have something of mine. The next time I see you, you’ll have to give it back okay?!”

* And so the years passed. The little kids became adults, Jumin becme the head of C&R, and MC followed her own path-and yet by fate she’s here again, meeting Jumin in the RFA messenger, shocked at how her childhood friend, her first love grew into this man she sees before her.

* She wondered if Jumin remembered her-tried to hint at who she was in the messenger.

* He didn’t really know it was MC until the day she went to his penthouse-the moment he opened the door, the moment he saw her face-he knew exactly who she was.

* They stared at one another for a long time, before Jumin smiled softly, taking a hold of her cheeks between his hands. He looked to her, leaning close, his smirk evident in his voice.

* “I believe you owe me something? I don’t forget debts you know.”

* MC could do nothing else but laugh as she threw his hands around him, kissing him fiercly, finally returning what she owed him.

V/JIHYUN:

* How the two met as kids was actually lost to time.

* Their mothers were close friends, so her life always felt intertwined with Jihyun’s-MC remembers her mother’s visits to their house, how Jihyun would dash to the house’s front door whenever MC and her mom would arrive, tugging at his mom’s skirt and pointing to MC as she walked down from the gate to their front door.

* He’d greet her with such enthusiasm everytime they met, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to ever match it. He’d dash down the front porch, nearly tripping on the steps as he opened his arms wide to crash into her with a bone-breakingly tight hug, giggling beside her ear with glee that his beloved friend was here.

* They didn’t meet all that often, since Jihyun’s parents were seperated-he would honestly mainly stay with his mom when he knew MC would be coming over-but when they did they’d spend hours playing house together-she actually met Jumin too, one day when he visited Jihyun’s house whilst she was there, and dragged him along to play with them, despite his initial apprehension towards MC.

* Jihyun was always so sweet and patient with her-he was a few years older than MC was, so he took the role of the older one very seriously. He was the one who helped her learn how to ride a bicycle, lending her his own so she could learn. He was there when she fell and scraped her knee, her prince in shining armour-he leaned down on one knee as she stood there crying, cleaning her wound like his own mom taught him how, putting a rainbow band-aid on top, then giving her knee a kiss. “This will make it all better!” he said with a toothy smile, and MC believed him-how could she not? His eyes could never bear a lie in them, never.

* When his mother passed away, she was there at the funeral along with her family. She saw Jihyun standing there, looking down at the casket, holding back tears as he bit his lips tight, the first time she’d ever seen him this vulnerable-she immediatly broke away from her mother’s grip on her hand and dashed across the church’s courtyard and over to Jihyun, grabbing his face between her hands and staring firmly at his face, trying her best to hold her own tears back.

* “If you feel something, don’t try and push it away! If you want to cry, cry. It’s okay” she said with resolution, and in all honesty, Jihyun was past his breaking point-those words were more than enough to make his tears fall freely, his teeth chattering as he tried to swallow his sobs, and MC was there the whole way through-hugging him tight, letting her shoulder muffle his cries.

* After the funeral they drifted apart-Jihyun’s dad moved the two away, leaving MC behind. It hurt, knowing that it wasn’t only the miles between them that’d be growing, but their hearts too-after his mom’s passing Jihyun became distant, colder. He refused to talk about the incident that took his mom’s life, and if MC tried prodding, to help him understand his feelings, he’d push her away-the last time they met actually resulted in a fight.

* He visited MC’s house to let her know he’s moving, his face stoic, his gaze avoiding her face. She was shocked, her lips shaking as she prodded him for more details-where are you going? For how long? When will you be back?

* She tried to tug his shoulder, to make her look at him, but he moved a step back, his face seeming hurt almost-did he want to distance himself that badly?

* “Jihyun-” she started, unable to hide her tears, “please stop being so mean to yourself-this isn’t what your mom would want!”

* At that Jihyun broke. His face a mix of hurt and anger, feelings he’d been bottling up breaking loose. “How would you know what my mom would want? Or what I want? You don’t know anything! Stop acting like you do!”

* His words took a vice grip around MC’s heart, shattering it to pieces.

* She couldn’t hide her tears at that, bringing her hands up to her face to wipe them away best as she could. It broke Jihyun to see her this way, to know he caused this-he made to reach out to her, to bring his hand to her face and comfort her, but he immediatly dropped it-he didn’t deserve to comfort her, not when he was the reason she was crying.

* He left silently, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. And just like that, Jihyun was gone from her life.

* When MC entered the RFA chatroom, she didn’t immediatly recognise V as Jihyun-the way he talked felt familiar, how he carried himself, something she couldn’t place.

* She didn’t realise until she also saw Jumin in the chatroom and greeted him excitedly, asking how he’s been. When she asked how Jihyun was, Jumin had to explain that V was, in fact, Jihyun.

*MC was floored. In her time away from him, he’d gone through this much? Getting engaged, losing his fiancee, becoming the leader of this organisation?

* Jihyun soon also found out who MC is after contacting Seven and asking for the information he gathered on her from his background check-one look at her photo and he immediatly knew who this was.

* He felt his stomach drop, his lungs fill with ice-cold fear as scenarios ran through his head. Why? Why MC? What was Rika doing?! Did she know how MC was linked to him?!

* He wasted no time in rushing to MC, knocking on the door of Rika’s apartment panting as he ran up the stairs.

* MC opened the door and there he was-her first heartbreak, in the flesh, his eyes wide, teary as he took her in, how she changed, how she looked to him with confusion and excitement and-and adoration.

* He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder as he took her in, she was here, he could feel her warmth, her scent-feelings he forgot, made himself to forget bursting in his chest, his own Pandora’s box snapping open.

* “I-I owe you an apology” he admitted after a moment, refusing to let go of MC-afraid that if he did she’d slip right through his fingers.

* MC simply shook her head, interlocking her fingers with Jihyun’s.

* “No V, no you don’t. I’ve forgiven you long, long ago.”

I got way too carried away with this and finding a way to work V’s story was hard, but boy was it fun :’) Hope you like it~ I’d happily write this into a fic tbh lol

-send me a scenario/headcanon for mystic messenger characters to react to!-

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger prompts #mysme headcanons #mysme V #mysme jumin #jumin han #jihyun kim #jumin x mc #jihyun x mc #v x mc #Anonymous

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 4 years

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The Nutcracker- B.B AU

The Nutcracker- Bucky Barnes Nutcracker AU

TAGLIST CLOSES DEC. 22nd!!!

Since Christmas is around the corner, I wanted to write my own version of the story.

Warnings: None

Summary: Most of you know the story so you don’t really need much to know in order to read this. This can be either a chapter or a Prologue-I don't really know. Enjoy! Tag some people that you think might be interested(:

“I cannot believe that this is the seventh suitor we have gone through, Marie.” says your mother through clenched teeth. The nickname, Marie, clings to you since it has been the name she has given you whenever she was upset.

You lean back into your chair, “Well it’s not my fault that almost every man is over twice my age, mama.” you say. She gives you a look that makes you speak again. “I appreciate it, mother. I really do. However, I do not find-”

‘’Do not worry dear,” she says as she works with a needle-her embroidery almost complete, “we will find you a husband to marry. Thereafter, you shall bear him a child. Soon enough, your daughter will have to do the same, and so will her daughter and so forth.”

Her embroidery seems to be complete because she holds the piece in front of her and smiles proudly.

“I was thinking,” she says as she runs a finger through the material, “Perhaps it will do you well if you were to visit your Grandmother for the Holidays. Maybe she can teach you what I missed. And then, you shall be the most perfect bride of all.”

*****

The ride to your Grandmothers seems endless. Before you knew it, you were welcomed with great trees and mountains of snow! Had it really been this long since you were a child and played in the snow without your mother to scold you?

“I wrote to your Grandmother,” says your mother, “We both agreed to have a family dinner tonight ahead of time along with other family and friends.” she says, “She will have the maids draw you a bath when we get there.”

You nod. The scene going through your mind. Your mother, as much as she denied it, was ashamed of you because you were still unwed. When she was your age, she had already been married and had you on the way. This dinner would most likely be another ‘find her a suitor’ kind of event.

And you were right.

“Dear child,” says your Grandmother, “Look how big you’ve gotten. You’re starting to become a woman now, aren’t you? It’s been two summers since I have last seen you but you still look as lovely as the day you were born,”

You smile politely at her words. Mother said that she wasn’t doing too bad nor too well. Last month, she had Physicians tend to her thinking she may have memory problems. It has still been undiagnosed though.

“And Sir William Lankensen was not to your taste?” asked Ophelia, one of your mother’s ‘friends’. The pigeon busted grey haired woman in her tightly fit magenta dress asked as she gripped her fan in her hand.

Your mother stepped in, “Sir William had found out that there were more suitors waiting for Marie’s (that name-you thought) hand in marriage. So, Sir Lanken promised to come back in the spring. The kind man had to leave the country to attend a buisness meeting. Quite the busy man he is.”

Ophelia nods, “Indeed. God willing, he be a suitable husband. He shall surely keep your child as fit as a Queen,” she says.

A Queen, you laugh. Surely Queens had more choice in their lives than you did. If not here, then maybe in another world. What a fine world that would be.

“...And evidently, the Templetons had a rat problem last I heard,”

“I believe it was mice, Ophelia.”

“Disgusting little things,” said your mother, “A good exterminator will get the job done, won’t it Marie?”

“Hmm?”

“Oh the poor girl is probably exhausted from such a long ride,” says your Grandmother, “Here,” she offers to take you up to your room. You immediately feel grateful for her.

“Let's get you to your room,” she says as she holds your arm like two ladies, “No more suitors for the night, dear.”

Your muscles almost fully relax. No more suitors, no more talks of women, and certainly no talks of mice.

Just as you were about to climb the stairs with you Grandmother, a voice behind you interrupts you. The two of you turn around to see a man in his mid to late forties wearing a penguin tuxedo, the fairly bloated man stood next to a thinner man. One who looked no more than 25 or 27.

“Stefano?” Asked your Grandmother. The older man nodded and her remembrance and engaged in a conversation with her as you and the other man quietly stood there until his conversation finished.

“This is my son,” said Stefano, “Damon. Damon, this is Grace. Her daughter is Elizabeth and this is her Granddaughter…”

“...Marie,” you say using your mother’s given name to you.

The chestnut hair colored man bowed, “Marie,” he says, “It is a pleasure to meet you,” he says before sweeping your hand to kiss it. Your returned the curtsy and smiled.

“Poor Marie has had quite the travel today,” says your Grandmother stepping in to save the day-again. “It better if she retired for the night,”

The two men agree with her. Damon wishing you a restful night. Little did he know, that was the last thing you would get.

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kehideni · 5 years

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Why i don’t like Star vs Season 4 so far:

To get this s**t out of the way, yes i am a Starco shipper. My reasonings have NOTHING to do with shipper stuff though.

Now that that’s out of the way let me just commence with a f***in huge a** rant.

TLDR first because rant, explanation and reasonings will be under readmore.

So Tl:dr.: Marco is pretty much Marco from Season 1. And while i really love that his relationship with Star is back to Season 1 lightheartedness, i really REALLY hate that his character also seems to slowly but surely regress.

Now to the rant part

Now i want to uphold my right to change my mind because english is my secondary language, hungarian being my mother language and to top that off where i saw the episode the audio is the most crappy at the most crucial parts, and i MAY have misunderstood or worse missed dialog between characters.

However from what i precieved so far from this- what... 6 episodes, is that Marco is regressing to the neurotic comic relief character, that in serious moments is the voice of reason, or you know Star’s angel figure of the shoulder demon-angel picture.

Marco in Season 1 was Star’s voice of reason, for him being from Earth he knew more, but i also credit it to Marco being a HUMAN.

Human meaning: You know, that creature that is the apex predator of a whole f***in planet SIMPLY because of their superior intellect.

While Star is from a society based on magic that’s FULL of senseless shenanigans, you expect her to be instinctual, feral, random, which she WAS.

Marco is from a society based on science. Everything has a reason, every problem has a correct way to approach it. Intellect, sophisticated, calculated, predictable, which he WAS.

The great thing about their partnership is that they gave a little bit of their society to each other, those bits that each respectively yearned for or atleast needed.

Star gained understanding, Marco gained something unexplainable by science, something new in his life, DIVERSITY from the norm.

Understandably, season 1 had them and them only in focus, in which case someone has to carry the story on their back(and that must be Star, she is the title figure after all) and someone has to carry the comic relief buisness(Marco and his neurotic illstarredness[yes that was a pun]).

More shortly: The stress and de-stress factors that’s mandatory for a show like Star vs.

It’s BRILLIANT for a starter Season, but you know there is something with characters that i like to call the “Snapping point”.

I use that phrase in the context of character vs episode or character vs tv show(or whatever else medium your character appears in, this appears in mangas a whole lot too)

To explain what a Snapping point is i must first introduce you to the Snapping characters. And then the different style of snapping point/snapping characters, but let’s come up with examples first.

(Interestingly enough in most shows/comics/mangas/whatever my favourite characters end up being snapping characters)

Examples.:

Beast Boy - Teen Titans 2003

Katara - Avatar the last airbender

Raphael - TMNT2012

Chopper - One Piece

Charmander - OG Pokemon series

Lucy - Fairy Tail

Now, the snapping characters most usually are from the main cast but they are not THE main characters of their show. They are important, but mostly to fill a role.

Let’s take the first two of the list as examples. Coincidentally they are two different type of snapping characters, so explaining each mirroring the other will help me explain it even in more debth.

Katara as a main character has a set characteristic, in which way the show itself interacts with her.

Katara is a mothering figure and the show treats her as such, so much so that in one episode it’s even a conflict starter. Her motherly behavior is a very important, very magnified point in her character. However there is one episode in the whole series where she as a character goes againts this point and you as a viewer almost forget that she is the group’s mother-figure.

No, it’s not the blood bending episode, and also not the episode where she teaches the old man that women can be just as good students as men.

Both of those episode show us her strenght, and she gets angry yes, but you don’t forget her motherly characteristic because for the majority of those episodes she still acts like our dear, established mom character. An angry mom.

The episode where she snaps her role, where you might even say she is OOC(when she is indeed NOT ooc, it’s just we get a glance at how she looks like when one of her core traits is pushed WAY out of her mind) is the episode where she and Zuko go and find her mother’s murderer.

Ask yourself: when was Katara the scariest? Bloodbending is scary, but you still see her being true to herself and mourn her innocence, you see her cry, you don’t forget what she is like, you more like pity her, mourn with her.

But don’t tell me that when you first saw her STOP THE RAIN AROUND HER you didn’t s**t your pants, because you did. It was completely in character but you didn’t expect her to do so, because you were thinking of Katara as the kind character it’s just that she’s mad. Yes she was mad, but you still expected her to be toned down, quiet and loving and kind like she usually is. She SNAPS the expectation, the norm episodes usually put her in and pushes further because the show(from her perspective: life) just pushed her over that specific “border”.

Now Beast Boy is in a completely different position as a character, and has a different “border” that he was pushed over, but still he is a snapping character.

He had serious moments in previous seasons and episodes, but we can all agree that he is the comic relief of the bunch. Your usual underdog, gets pushed around, loser, weak (eventhough he got GODLIKE POWERS FFS)

It even gets noted by Raven and Cyborg and sometimes even Robin that he seems to lose a lot of times. In the episode “Every dog has his day” his core personality is what causing the conflict even.

You expected him in the Terra themed episodes to behave the way he did eventhough he was far from being a comic relief in those episodes. He didn’t really break out of his role. He is still the one that gets beaten up, still the one making mistakes (although Terra made bigger ones so the real focus is on those) NONE of the Terra episodes is his snapping point.

My favourite episode of the whole show is The Beast Within, is where he reaches it.

The show puts BB in the loser position it usually does, but it is as if he gets self concious, he just SNAPS and breaks the “same old” frame, and for a whole episode he behaves OOC, which- again -isn’t OOC at all, it’s just what he looks like when he finally has enough.

Usually, Beast Boy doesn’t do too much in fights, the heavy lifting is done by Starfire and Cyborg, the style is Robin, the magic is Raven, Beast Boy is mostly a hole-filler. If none of the 4 can handle something, you can bet your behind that it will be BB who takes over(i’m looking at you Season 5)

The episode starts the same way, BB gets his butt kicked, but then he just... he just snaps. There really isn’t much of a catalyst, Adonis trashtalks and that’s it..., he isn’t the first to trashtalk and certainly not the last. The point is that Beast Boy DESTROYS Adonis in the start of the episode and even at the end, and beats up his own teammates meanwhile too, for good measure. I remember seeing this on TV the first time and i WAS scared of BB. I always knew he had monsterish powers but i not only got shocked because he breaked out of the norm, he VALIDATED my suspicion, that he is MUCH more than a joke. It’s almost like he deliberatelly lets the show kick him around because he just doesn’t care.

Now, both of these just happen to be aggressive show of the “Snapping point” but there are milder examples.

Like Lucy’s Snapping point (Fairy Tail) is when she saves Loki the Lion celestial spirit.

The Snapping point is not a show of power, but a break from their magnified characteristics to show that they are more. Most usually it’s shown with a powershow, that’s true, but Lucy for example up to that point was a damsel in distress stereotype with tweaks here and there. In saving Loki through stubborn spiritdoor opening she broke from that magnified characteristic of hers and showed that she is capable of much more.

Notably main characters don’t have snapping points, because as they are in the focus the majority of the show, they are shown in much more detail, much more smaller steps just how much they are capable of.

Aang shows the Avatar state in the very first episode.(The avatar state being a quite literal break from his normal characteristics, since he is technically being possessed by his previous lives)

Robin almost never loses a battle, he constantly shows just how much he is capable of.

And Natsu.... let’s not even go there. It’s like bringing up Son Goku. He is almost always on screen, roaring and getting more and more powerful as he goes, JUST because he’s the main character. You know he will never lose there is no border for them to be pushed over.(And as such they are boring characters to me. Well atleast combat-wise, i like them both as characters it’s just they don’t have “THE” big moment, they are constantly in it. If you are constantly in it, it’s like you’re never there.)

But back to Marco.

All throughout Season 1 and 2 and majority of Season 3 he was fine.

The things happening to him may not have been easy to watch as a fan, but they had valid reasons for happening. He had very small snapping points which i was happy for, but then it’s as if they were forgotten by Season 4.

You see the point of this whole “Snapping” buisness is demonstration, for the viewer to keep in mind.

After The Southern Raiders, the viewer never forgot how much controll Katara had, and what brute strenght. So in the fight againts Azula you were completely prepared for pure badassness. You KNEW s**ts about to go down when you saw Katara’s eyes drawn similarly as when she was about to make a pintcushion out of the dude who’s name i mysteriously just forgot... a few minutes ago i knew it... i’m getting sidetracked.

After The Beast Within you knew that Beast Boy knows exactly how to use his powers effectively, it’s more like you were aware now that he is constantly holding back. So when you saw him beat demon after demon up in the Season 4 finale, even his own evil self, EVEN STARFIRE’S EVIL SELF, you knew that he always had it in him, he’s just the pure character he is.

After you saw Lucy go to such lenght as to almost deplete her own magic to save Loki(which back then meant death but Mashima mysteriously forgot about that just like how i forgot that dude’s name that Katara scarred for life) you were not surprised that she all alone freed her WHOLE GD GUILD from that demon prison that absorbed living beings into it’s walls. (Including Natsu who we all know is OP AF) You knew she totally would no spare herself all her effort.

But Marco? Firstly, in the Season opening episodes, he had the role of comic relief again, which in itself wouldn’t be a problem IF RIVER WASN’T THERE FOR THAT VERY SAME ROLE ALREADY.

Secondly, he had MINOR snapping points which were forgotten already by crew and by fans... His dimension-adventures could have been such a massive snapping point but it ISN’T. He didn’t change AT ALL. He doesn’t have anything to show for it AT ALL. (Justanawesomedragoncicle) And that’s why i still stand by my fellow Starco shippers saying it’s not pedophilic because he quite literally has nothing to show for that 30+ years now. NOTHING.NADA.WE LEARNED NOTHING MORE OF HIM. HE IS SO VERY MUCH THE SAME, which is why we all say that this dimension-adventure stuff was for nothing but s**ts and giggles. Marco wouldn’t be any less if these episodes wouldn’t exist. He’s certainly nothing more with them. In the Season 3 finale he did show off his skills but just like that they were forgotten. *Poof*

SO FAR the show treats Marco with amnesia.

Everyone else is treated properly. I couldn’t be more proud of Tom from the last episode, really. Star-... *sigh* she seems to have taken a step back too but with all the bs going on around her and her family i can’t blame her. There is such a thing as “too much” storylines on one shoulder, which is so fken clear she can’t handle all at once, so i don’t really mind her not addressing the kiss nor her feelings.

But come OOONN, MARCO! My boy... shooting the same joke twice, pushing them even...

FFS you are a HUMAN from EARTH!! That Earth full of apex megaminds, and you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to see if the swimming trunks are too big or too small! And ffs if it stops circulation, use your common sense boi- TAKE IT OFF.

And i get that it was a joke, but that one joke was pushed ALL THROUGHOUT THE EPISODE. It was not funny...it was cringeworthy.

Rn i feel he is nothing more but a joke. If he didn’t appear in most of those episodes it wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Yes there were times where he WAS the voice of common sense, but it was outweighted with sheer stupidity which was not funny nor de-stressing.

The jokes with him were taking me out of the story, not allevitating Star’s serious buisness.

#Star vs the forces of evil #Marco Diaz

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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years

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Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.

#sonic au #sonic oc #fantasy #fanfic #fandom #Drake

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imaginekpoplikethis · 7 years

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7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 9

Early (but not early since it's 11pm here) updateeee. I honestly feel like I can't go two parts without making something bad happen.

Shall I stop the drama or shall I continue with it??? I don't really know, so I need you guys to let me know your thoughts on it.

Thanks for reading. Love you guys!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 - Here Part 10.1 Part 10.2 Part 10.3 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 - Final

You would like to say you survived through all the screaming from your family and best friend but to be totally honest it felt like you had been dragged through hell and back. You were sure that one of your ears had been damaged in the process.

Your mother seemed to be ecstatic with the news that you were dating Jungkook. Her 18 year-old daughter had finally managed to get her first boyfriend and it just so happened to be the one boy she adored as if he were her own son.

She made it sound like you were completely hopeless when it came to relationships.

When you had video called Areum and filled her in on what had happened, she smirked, which was something that shocked you to great lengths. Then she demanded you give her Shinee's new album and that was when it clicked in your head. You had made a bet, hadn't you? Who would have thought you would actually lose? Apparently Areum had.

You had to reassure her that you would definitely hold up your side of the deal and she begun cheering, jumping up and down. When she had finished celebrating, she begun to congratulate you which, in all honesty, kind of embarrassed you. She was making it out like it was some kind of life changing event. When you voiced your thoughts, she claimed it was and gushed over the next step of your relationship.

"It's been less than two hours, Areum."

Blinking, she closed in on the camera, staring straight at you. It made you mildly uncomfortable.

"Two hours is a long time! Soon it will be four and then eight and before you know it, you'll be married and have kids."

How she got from eight hours to marriage is beyond you.

"Are you psychic or something? What do you mean marriage? You actually think we'll last that long?"

Energetically nodding her head, she swung around on her seat before laying her eyes on you again.

"If I'm being honest, I don't think you guys will ever have a major fight now that your together. You've just known each other too long so you understand the intentions behind each others actions. Even if you hurt each other, which is highly unlikely, there will always be a valid reason behind it."

"Do you analyse your schoolwork like you do with my relationship? That could pass as an essay."

Areum chuckled and you thought over what she had said. You understood what she was getting at. You would never intentionally hurt Jungkook, not because he was now your boyfriend but because you didn't want to lose his trust and friendship. If you ever came to a point where you broke up, you would want to be able to continue being close friends.

Why were you already thinking about breakups?

"Anyway, Y/N. I need to finish the maths homework. I'll see you in school tomorrow. Bye!"

She waved at the camera before ending the call, leaving you staring at the screen in thought.

Despite what Areum had said, you still felt that it was possible you would end up hitting a bump in your relationship. The thought made your stomach turn.

It would probably be better to avoid thinking about topics like that.

Heading to school the next day, you weren't as excited as you thought you would be. Possibly because you had spent so long freaking out last night. You were drained, having got no sleep. Not even ten minutes.

Upon arriving at the schools entrance, you felt a couple of eyes on you. People were still feeding off of your fight with Hye Mi apparently. Trudging to your classroom, you slid the door open to find Jungkook asleep on his desk and three girls from your class sitting around him. Upon closer inspection, you realised they were admiring your boyfriend.

Too tired to actually care, you slumped into your seat. It wasn't causing you any harm due to the fact that nothing was even happening. You didn't want to have relationship problems on your official first day of dating. Instead you focused your attention on your unopened messages. You hadn't gotten a chance to check them as you were dedicating your morning to trying to keep awake long enough to leave the house.

Areum had messaged you asking if you had remembered to bring your homework, to which you replied a quick 'yep, thanks Areum.' Your next message happened to be from none other than the idiot currently sleeping on the other side of the class.

'Hey, Princess. Make sure to come to school early.'

So much for that. Glancing in his direction, you took in his dozing, slumped figure. You should probably wake him up.

Dialling his number, you watched as he shot up in his seat and whipped his head from side to side in confusion. When he realised his phone was ringing, he all but wrenched it out of his pocket, answering the call without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" He croaked his greeting through the phone, taking notice of the dumbfounded girls seated around him. Sending them a slightly dirty look, they hopped up and shuffled away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

"Rise and shine, Jeon." Hearing your voice coming from within his phone and the other side of the classroom, you were pleasantly surprised to witness a grin spread on his face at the realisation.

Hanging up on you, he scraped his chair back and stuffed his hands in his pockets, strolling to your desk whilst emitting a cool aura. Taking his usual seat in front of you, Jungkook draped his arms on the backrest of his chair and then laid his head upon them. Gazing up at you from between his eyelashes, he presents you with a faint but handsome smile.

"I can't believe you fell asleep after ordering me to come to school early. That's impolite."

A boyish laugh escaped him and the corners of his eyes crinkled the tiniest bit, taking on a more crescent shape. He reached his hand out towards your hair, grabbing a lock of hair and twisting it between his fingers.

"You're pretty when you're annoyed..."

Huffing, you let your eyes fall to the side, avoiding making eye contact with him.

"Are you implying that I'm not usually pretty? Wow, I am so lucky to date you." You tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to make itself present but Jungkook still noticed.

"My princess is always pretty." You pushed his face to the side and stuck your tongue out, scrunching your face up in mild disgust. Jungkook merely chuckled at your reaction, his plan to make you flustered succeeding.

"Major cringe alert. Please refrain from saying things like that. At least in public." A sly smirk replaced his grin and he wiggled his eyebrows.

"So you wouldn't mind if we were alone? Noted. I'll save it all for when we're alone." What kind of nonsense is he spouting now? Grabbing his ear, you gave it a quick tug which caused him to release your hair and place his hands on yours. He winced in slight pain but his smirk never left his face.

"Pervert. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours." Releasing his ear from your grip, you rested your head on the palm of your hand and stared right back at him. His bunny-like grin grew and a delicate smile spread on your lips. You hadn't taken notice of the students who filed into class until your teacher had arrived, calling everyone to their seats.

Jungkook reluctantly stood from the seat in front you and returned it to the slightly annoyed and intimidated student who lingered beside the desk. Ignoring said student, he placed his hand on your head affectionately and bent down, pecking your lips. A wave of loud whispers emerged from the rest of the class and you hung your head, letting your hair partially cover your now reddening face.

Jungkook seemed to be having a hard time fighting the blush that was slowly spreading over his cheeks.

By the time lunch had come around, you were sure everyone had heard the news of your relationship. Obviously, this irked you as it was your private buisness. You supposed it was unavoidable. Jungkook was the schools most difficult and intimidating student whilst you were one of the best students. Of course news like this would spread like a forest fire amongst teenagers. This information didn't stop you from feeling self-conscious. You had almost adjusted to the few stares you used to receive but having everyone's eyes on you whilst you were trying to eat your lunch was another story.

Areum seemed to notice that you were on edge as she tapped you on the arm. Looking up at you with concern filled eyes, she offered you a worried smile.

"Y/N? Are you uncomfortable?" That seemed to gain Jungkook's attention as he immediately stopped his conversation with Seokjin and studied you. His face remained blank but the worry he held in his eyes was evident.

"I'm fine. I just... don't really like all the unnecessary staring." You stabbed your fork into a piece of meat, a light sigh leaving your lips. Jungkook's eyebrows creased and his head shot up to the many students staring with no shame. Sending death stares in every direction, he clenched his jaw and balled his fists. This didn't go unnoticed by the nosy students and they each turned back to their food, terrified at the holes Jungkook was burning into the back of their heads.

When he was satisfied with the outcome of his actions, he switched his focus back onto you and flicked your forehead. You flinched and placed a hand on your head, peering up at him.

"Don't let these pieces of shit get to you."

Taehyung's face moved into your line of sight and he grinned at you. "Yeah! We'll deal with them later!" Giggling, you felt yourself relax at their somewhat reassuring words.

"Deal with them later? Please don't."

Areum nudged you and you turned to face her, a determined look set on her face.

"Don't worry, from now on I'll protect you too."

Areum was just too cute for words. Your smile broadened into a warm grin and you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a quick hug.

"Gosh you're adorable."

Jungkook let out a small whine, grabbing your attention.

"What about me?"

You pinched his cheek and he frowned at the childish way you were treating him in.

"I guess you are too."

You decided to enjoy the good weather as much as you could and convinced Areum to come with you to the nearby bubble tea café after school. She was currently gushing over your interaction with Jungkook this morning, having caught word of it in the school hallway.

"You guys are so cute! You're not too clingy but you don't awkwardly avoid each other either. You're right in the middle." Rolling your eyes, you felt your cheeks heat up for the second time that day. Areum rambled on and you opted to listen to her in silence.

When you arrived at your destination, you told her to find a table whilst you ordered your drinks. The line was longer than you had expected it to be so you ended up waiting for ten minutes. As soon as you were presented with your order, you grabbed both cups and searched for Areum. It took you awhile to spot her and when you did you had to refrain from gaping in shock. A boy you didn't recognise had wrapped an arm around her shoulders and seemed to be chatting away, not taking notice of her extremely uncomfortable figure. Speed walking to the table they were situated at, you caught the last part of the conversation.

"Come on, you don't have to lie to me. You're obviously here alone. I think you're pretty cute so let's go chill out somewhere else. Get to know each other." He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive way and you had to stop yourself from giving him a good punch to the head.

"Actually, she's not here alone. She's got company so do you mind leaving? Thanks." You tried to remain as polite as possible but this boy just screamed 'douche'.

"What's wrong baby, you can join us too. Don't be a cock-blocking bitch."

Yeah, he's definitely a douche.

Placing your drinks on the table, you wrapped your hand around his arm and slowly lifted it from Areum's shoulder.

"Well, I'm going to be a cock-blocking bitch and maybe even a batshit crazy bitch if you don't leave my friend alone." He seemed to be taken aback by your reply but soon recovered and stood up, looming over you in what you assumed was meant to be intimidating. It didn't work since he was quite literally a centimetre taller than you.

"Y/N, stop! Please don't get into trouble for me again." You took notice of Areum's extremely worried tone and your determination wavered. You returned your attention back to the problem at hand when you heard him scoff at Areum's innocent plead. This only angered you further.

"Just leave before I lose my shit."

"Woah, what's with the hostility? Maybe I should to teach you some manners..." Proceeding to grab your wrist, he narrowed his eyes at you, daring you to fight back. You felt the grip on your wrist tighten and you were jerked forward, making contact with the boys chest. Right when you were going to show him what hostility looked like, another hand grabbed his wrist in a vice like grip and you looked up to find Jungkook's seething face.

"That's my job. Who the fuck are you and why are your hands on my girl? Can't she have a fucking drink with her friend without lowlife shits like you bothering them?"

The boy stiffened and released your wrist, your hand unconsciously rubbing the partially sore mark that was left.

"J-jeon?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and you noticed the knuckles on the hand that was around the boys wrist were turning white.

"Yeah, what? Have you got something to say?"

The boy threw his arm out of Jungkook's grasp and took a couple of steps back.

"Not really, I was just leaving..." Navigating his way around Jungkook, he avoided all eye contact with you and shuffled out of the café. It was then that you noticed everyone's eyes were on you for the umpteenth time that day. Quickly glancing in Areum's direction, you saw Jimin calming her down. Sitting down opposite them, you placed your hands on your head and let out a heavy sigh. Movement from your right side let you know that Jungkook was now sitting beside you. He enveloped you in a hug and buried his face into your hair, mumbling to you.

"Forget about everyone. They don't matter..." Nodding your head, you wound your arms around his waist and embraced him back. After half a minute, you released each other and he grinned at you, grabbing your drink and sipping some. Hitting his arm, you snatched your drink out of his hand.

"Hey! Don't I get a thank you drink?"

You stuck your tongue out at his pouting face and you heard Jimin and Areum chuckle at your childish antics.

"Not mine."

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