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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

~~~~~~~~~~gahhhh I hope u enjoyed! I also REALLY CANNOT THINK OF A NAME FOR THIS MINISERIES --> if anyone can think of something pls inbox me!!! ~~~~~~~~

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brain-deadx0 · 3 years

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Blood in the Water

Summary: Virgil is kidnapped for ransom, but when his captors don't get what they want they decide to get rid of him.

Characters: human Virgil, mer Logan, oc villain

Warnings: Kidnapping, restraints, hostage, injury of a main character, implied torture, attempted murder, drowning mention, near drowning, noncon kissing(?)/mouth to mouth, knife, uh… let me know?

Virgil had never given much thought to his father. Sure as a kid he thought the man was cool as hell. But he was more like that rich uncle you never see who sends you cool toys on Christmas and your birthday.

As he got older he came to realize this but didn't care all that much. Sure he thought he would've liked to have an actual relationship with the guy, until he got old enough to realize his mom was the only one who was actually supporting him and paying the bills. So he decided the guy wasn't worth it anyway since despite all the money he seemed to have he never tried to help out.

Virgil knew his father was a bastard.

Virgil thought he was simply a rich yet deadbeat dad up until his mom got sick. The two had never once asked him for anything, but when Virgil was a broke college student who couldn't afford the growing medical bills he reached out. Hoping that if nothing else the man would help pay for her treatment.

He didn't even go to the funeral.

So yes. Virgil knew his father was a bastard. He just didn't realize how much of one he actually was.

Virgil was currently tied to a chair on what he could only assume was a boat. Or at least he hoped it was a boat or else his concussion was worse than he thought.

He didn't bother testing the restraints. He was too tired at this point and every attempt before had ended in pain.

He didn't even know why these people had suddenly grabbed him off the street and shoved him into a trunk. Sure his estranged father was rich or something but it's not like either of them had been in contact for years. Virgil didn't even get gifts anymore since his mom died and he told the man to not even bother.

He really hoped these people didn't actually know who he was because if they tried to ransom him he was definitely going to die.

The sound of the door slamming open startled him from his thoughts.

Virgil glared despite the new ball of anxiety sitting heavy in his stomach.

"So," a man in a pristine white suit said as he walked through the door, "You must be Virgil."

"Who's asking?" Virgil growled.

He almost regretted it as one of the guards made a move for him, only to be stopped by the man holding up a hand.

"You can call me John."

"Because that's totally not a made up name."

'John' just smirked, "Remind me: what was your father's name again?"

Virgil cursed, "Look man, if you're looking for money you kidnapped the wrong guy. I haven't had contact with that bastard in years. He didn't even pay child support!"

"I asked for his name, not your life story."

Virgil huffed, "George Storm," he ground out, "why are you even asking me? You obviously know already."

"Just wondering which alias he used on you."

"What?"

"Now Mr. Storm-"

"It's Sanders. I got rid of his name when I told him to fuck off."

"Fair enough," the man said, "regardless of your name the fact remains that you're still his son and that means you're worth something."

Virgil couldn't help but laugh at that, "Didn't you hear me? He won't give you any money. He probably forgot I even existed by now."

"Then let's remind him shall we?"

Virgil couldn't help but flinch at the sudden sound of ducktape.

…

"- and if you don't? Well your little boy might just have a little accident."

Virgil's screams came out muffled as the cattleprod was once again jammed into his side.

"Enough."

Virgil shook as he tried to recatch his breath.

"Well Mr. Sanders, you played your roll quite well." John told him.

Virgil just glared back.

...

Virgil wasn't sure how long he had been in the small room. It had to have been a couple of days at least. They had taken a few more videos after his fathers response or lack thereof. Each time Virgil was beaten or tortured just shy of unconsciousness.

He wasn't restrained anymore at least. It's not like anyone thought he could do anything at this point.

He laid on the cold metal floor hoping it might somehow make his body feel less like a puddle of pain, but if it did it wasn't noticeable.

He flinched and curled into himself when he heard the door open. Several sets of heavy foot steps made their way towards him. He tried to curl up tighter in a meager attempt to protect himself but inevitably failed as a rough hand pulled him into a sitting position. A bright flash let him know they were taking another photo before the hand in his hair began pulling him towards the door.

"Hello again Mr. Sanders." John greeted pleasantly as Virgil was thrown to the deck.

Virgil coughed as he pushed himself to his knees, "I'm guessing he won't give you anything?"

"No." John hummed, "I guess you were right. He really doesn't give a shit about you."

"Will you let me go now?" He couldn't help but ask.

John smirked again in the way Virgil had unfortunately become familiar with over the last however long, "Seeing as you aren't worth any monetary value I see no reason to keep you."

For a brief moment there was a flicker of hope in his chest.

"But I've wanted to kill that father of yours for a long time now. And you do bare quite the resemblance."

Virgil screamed as a heavy net was suddenly thrown over him. He tried to fight off the men surrounding him as they began to wrap rope around the mess he was quickly getting tangled in.

"Any last words for your father?" John asked as he stood over him with a camera.

"I hope you both burn in hell!" Virgil hissed.

"I suppose we'll just have to meet you there." The man told him before nodding to one of his goons.

Virgil screamed out a slew of curses as he was dragged the short distance to the side of the boat. He managed to suck in a breath as he felt himself be hoisted over the side and tried not to lose it as he hit the freezing water.

Logan's nose twitched as the faint scent of blood traveled on the weak current around him. Normally this would be a sign of an easy meal. A struggling seal, perhaps a fish that made a narrow escape, the occasional whale injured by human vessels.

He knew there was a boat in this area. He had been following it of course. Humans were dangerous but they were interesting and it was rare for them to be in this area.

Unable to resist his curiosity he quickly followed the scent to the boat.

The surface churned as the boat sped away but Logan barely paid it any mind as his eyes caught on something heavily tangled in one of the cursed human nets.

Logan knew humans used them to catch large amounts of fish. He wasn't sure why they needed so many all at once but that was one of life's great mysteries. He also knew that other creatures often got caught in them. If they were lucky the humans would let them out. If they weren't they often drowned.

He swam closer to the poor creature that was still struggling in the net. Whatever it was had obviously been left for dead.

I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die…

Virgil struggled as the net seemed to get tighter around him and his lungs screamed for air.

Oh god I'm gonna die!

He had to get out he had to get out of the net.

Despite his mind telling him to struggle and get out so he could breathe, his limbs started to fail him as he sank deeper into the cold water.

He barely felt the nudge of panic that shot through him as a shadowy figure that looked too close to a shark came closer.

'Sharks are cool…' he thought as his vision turned dark.

Logan wasn't sure what he expected to be in the net, but he knew 'human' wasn't on his list.

The human's unfocused eyes landed on him for only a moment before closing. Small bubbles of air began to escape from their face as they went limp.

That was… not good.

He quickly grabbed the net and tried to pull it upwards to the surface but barely slowed the descent caused by the heavy weights.

Logan looked up to the sky that grew farther and farther away. He needed to cut the weights off but the human would surely die before they would make it to the surface. There was only one thing to do if he intended to save them.

He hesitated a moment before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the humans.

When he pulled back the human drew in a sharp breath followed by a short coughing fit. Logan was a bit concerned they didn't wake up but at least they weren't about to drown.

Logan reached into his bag and pulled out his knife before moving to cut the ropes. The heavy weights quickly disappeared into the dark below and Logan began pulling the human back to the warmer water near the surface.

…

Virgil woke up cold. It took him a moment to realize he was soaking wet. Another moment passed and he realized he wasn't alone.

There was someone next to him, humming in an odd tone, and seeming to be messing with something covering him.

He managed to crack one of his eyes open just in time to see a blurry flash of what looked like a knife. He quickly closed his eyes and curled into himself causing the person above him to stop humming.

Logan knew he should've fled back to the water as soon as the human showed signs of waking. He was only part way through cutting the human out of the net when the human's eyes opened. Only for them to immediately close again and for the human to retreat into themself.

Logically this would be the next perfect opportunity to leave.

"It's alright," he said instead, "You're safe now."

The human flinched at the sound of his voice but made no move to look at him.

After a minute Logan realized he wasn't going to get an answer, "You're stuck in a net," he told them, "I was in the process of removing it when you woke up. May I continue to use my knife to get it off?"

The humans eyes remained screwed shut but after a moment they nodded.

"Alright, I'm going to start near your abdomen is that acceptable?"

Another nod and Logan began to cut through the plastic ropes once more. As he worked the human gradually began to relax slightly. By the time he finished the human was only marginally as tense as they had been when they woke up.

Logan stored his knife back in his bag, "You should be able to get out now."

Once again the human flinched at his voice but thankfully didn't seem as scared as before. After a few seconds, the human began to shift cautiously.

By the time the other person had spoken again Virgil was pretty sure they didn't intend to murder him. But he was still confused. The last thing he remembered was being thrown overboard and left to drown.

Had another boat just happened to be near enough to see it and help him? It wasn't likely but that was all he could think of.

Until he finally got the courage to sit up and open his eyes.

The human gasped as their eyes locked onto the sharkmers tail. They seemed to freeze for a moment before their eyes rolled back and Logan lunged forward to try and catch them.

"Oh dear," Logan said as he looked down at the once again unconscious human.

He looked around the area, unsure of what to do next. The sky was beginning to shift to a morning grey and more humans would undoubtedly start making their way to the currently empty beach. Logically he should leave now and let the other humans deal with it.

Logan was feeling very illogical today.

He gently laid the human back down and waited.

It was a bit concerning how long the human remained unconscious a second time. Logan knew it was likely due to their injuries, both seen and unseen, but for some reason he couldn't help but hope they would wake up soon.

Logan kept a sharp eye on the beach. Just as the sound of voices started to travel down from the cliffs the human began to show signs of waking.

Logan hesitated longer than he probably should have before quickly making his way back to the safety of the ocean.

He hid some nearby rocks and watched as the small group of arriving humans seemed to notice the figure in the sand. When they got close the group picked up speed and surrounded the injured human.

It wasn't long before humans in matching dark clothing appeared and took the first away.

Logan took that as his queue to leave as well.

...some time later…

Virgil stared out at the ocean as the sun slowly sank below the horizon.

He wasn't sure why he felt compelled to come back to the beach so often. Honestly you'd think the almost drowning in it would make him more wary of the ocean. And while there were many things he'd rather forget, and a few he probably had, he couldn't help but think about the person he saw.

He had met the people who found him on the beach, how he got there was still a mystery, and while they were nice people, none of them were the one he'd first seen. The one who he was pretty sure saved him and cut the net.

So here he was, sitting on the dock, waiting for something to happen.

As the sun finished sinking into the ocean he almost swore he saw a large fin break the water.

#brain dead writes #blood in the water #tw kidnapping #tw torture #tw knife #tw restraints #sanders sides fan fic

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sokkas-honour · 3 years

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Hi there! Could you write for your #30 for your music playlist? Zuko x reader 😁😁 thank youuu!!!!

nothing has changed - zuko x reader

pairing: zuko x fem!reader

wc: 2.3k with lyrics

notes: reader is katara & sokka’s older sister! this time the lyrics are in bold + italic so that you don’t confuse them with the flashback + dream scenes, not that i think you would but just in case.

warnings: mention of sibling problems, if there’s anything else feel free to lmk!!

nothing's quite the same, as it has been on those familiar days,

as the night sky reigned above the fire nation, zuko looked out the window of his palace bedroom, memories flooding back from his time travelling around the world, away from his nation. wether it had been looking for the avatar or actually working with him, you had always somehow been there. first as his enemy, then as his friend, then as his lover.

he remembers the days where you’d find yourself fighting each other; he would attack you with his fire bending while you’d land hits with your battle club, knife or your whales tooth scimitar. when he’d feel nice, back in his avatar hunting days, he’d solely use his duel swords to make the playing field more even but he’d constantly forget that you were able to handle yourself even against benders. he had always found you to be beautiful and the tension between the two of you when you fought was undeniable.

he remembers when he tried to make amends with team avatar and even try to join, he remembers your initial reaction to it. you sided with your sister, not liking the idea of the boy who tried to hunt your friend, your siblings and yourself down, and the idea of accepting someone of the firenation, a nation that had taken your mother from you, into your friend group.

you came around before your sister, having joined your brother and zuko to try and free your father. he had proven himself in terms of having changed and as being a valuable member for the gaang. he still remembers exactly what you said when you came back from the trip.

“zuko!” you called before he could go too far, wanting to give some sort of privacy to the reuniting family. the ex prince stopped in his tracks as he waited for you to catch up to him.

“yeah?” he asked, unsure of what you would say. your brother had already made his amends with him but had warned that although you wouldn’t be as hard as katara, you still might take a little while to come around. either he was about to hear you accept him as part of the group, or you were about to, well he didn’t know.

“i wanted to say thank you. thanks for helping me get my father back. you really have changed.” zuko was a tad bit taken aback, not thinking he’d get your approval right after the trip but it didn’t bother him. a small weight seemed to be lifted off his shoulders. you gave him a proud smile and he felt his heart race.

“it was nothing. you both deserve to find your father again.” he blushed, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. he returned your smile with a small one.

all of a sudden, you grabbed your scimitar and pressed the sharp tooth end lightly on his neck. his heartrate sped up but it wasn’t fully from you being close but also out of fear, sokka hadn’t warned him about this. his eyes widened.

“but if you even dare double cross us. if you even dare lay a finger on either of my siblings, i won’t hesitate to hurt you.” your previously bright face turned dark as you threatened him, not moving your weapon from his neck until he nodded nervously. when he finally did, you lowered it and your face returned to what it was before.

“good, i’m happy to have you as part of the team zuko.” you put your hand on his shoulder as a sign of acceptance, accompanying it with a small grin before turning around to go reunite with both of your siblings and your father.

he laughed a bit at the memory, remembering the fear that he felt during those few seconds but also the weird attraction he still had while you threatened his life.

he also remembers when you both finally admitted your feelings for each other. unbeknownst to him, you had also felt some sort of weird attraction to him when he was still hunting the avatar but it went from a weird and almost uncomfortable attraction, to one of genuine caring and love.

you had both grown rather close after your rescue at the boiling rock, spending many moments together along the beach and in town. it was after seeing the horrible play about their mission thus far, your character seeming to constantly fight with katara over zuko while also being an annoying and overprotective sister, constantly belittling your sibling’s feelings.

zuko remembers you storming out right after the show closed, sokka’s and katara’s characters having almost insulted you multiple times and you just needed some air. the words of the characterised katara still ringing through your head. ‘you’re a terrible sister y/n.’

“hey y/n.” he approached you calmly as you leaned against the balcony, staring at the bright moon that had been your friend during many sleepless nights after your mother died and your father left.

“you ran out of there pretty fast so i just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” zuko informed, leaning his back against the balcony after you gave him no response. he turned his head towards you and searched for a reaction.

“yeah, the show was just.” you took a deep breath, thinking of a word to describe the monstrosity you had just seen. “horrible, let’s put it that way.”

zuko laughed at your bluntness. you turned your gaze away from the moon to zuko, a small smile creeping up on your face at his carefree and content expression. his laugh was also something you didn’t realise that you liked about him but the last couple of days had made you create a long list on things about him that made you swoon.

“that’s certainly one way to put it.” his laughter died down and he met your staring gaze, both of you not breaking it.

“listen, if there was anything happening between katara and you, or if there is anything, i’m totally cool with it.” you blurted out, needing to get it off your chest to have an answer on the relationship portrayed in the show. you knew that katara would’ve told you something if it were to happen but you had to be sure.

“why would? why would something be happening between katara and i?” zuko asked, confused at your question that seemed to have come out of nowhere. the firebender knew that he wasn’t great at expressing his feelings but he had hoped that he’d been somewhat obvious about the way he felt toward you.

“the show, in the show you two have a lot of romantic scenes. that’s literally one of the main fighting points for katara and i’s character, other than me being told i’m a useless and horrible sister.” you mumbled the last part. pushing yourself off from leaning over the balcony to stand up straight, body still not facing zuko.

“you do realise that the show is incredibly inaccurate?” he rose an eyebrow and stared you, confused as to why you would base your information on some horrible adaption.

“yeah but parts of it were true.” your head fell, letting the words of katara’s character get to you.

“hey, you’re not a horrible sister. in fact, i know that sokka and katara would say the opposite, in fact, they already have! multiple times!” zuko wasn’t about to let you beat yourself up over a badly interpreted story that was based off of misinformation. he put his hand on your cheek that had since turned away from him. when you felt his warm hand, your brought yours up to put it on top of it, letting your head settle against his hand and turned to fully face him.

“i know it’s just. katara and sokka have always been closer and, i sometimes neglected katara and was overprotective of her. i had always been closer to my dad so i had no idea how to deal with her and was just jealous of the attention she got as the youngest.” you admitted, not wanting to look into zuko’s eyes as you confessed something that not even your siblings knew.

“that doesn’t mean your a bad sister. katara and sokka both love you and know how much you love and care for them.” he caressed your cheek with his thumb in a caring manor as you finally met his caring gaze once more.

“thanks zuko.” you smiled in recognition, thanking him for his comforting words.

“and not only do katara and sokka love you for who you are, i love you for who you are. the y/n in the show was nothing like the y/n i know.” he ranted, not noticing his confession that slipped but you caught it and a huge smirk grew on your face.

“what?” he stopped talking when he noticed your mischievous grin.

“you love me? zuko we only became friends like two weeks ago.” you laughed, butterflies still dancing in your stomach at the idea of him feeling so strongly towards you in such little time.

“i mean i dont if it’s love but it’s definitely something similar. i like you y/n. you keep me on my toes, you make me laugh, you challenge me to be a better person.” he clarified his previous statement which just made things even better for you.

“uh huh.” you nodded, indicating him to keep going. zuko usually wasn’t the one to have a lot to say but tonight seemed to be a special night.

“and after seeing all the horrible things i’ve done, not only in person, but theyve all gotten thrown back into our faces tonight. it’s totally understandable if you’re not there yet to completely forgive me, i mean i would but.” zuko’s out of character rambling continued, making you laugh but you couldn’t keep letting the poor boy dig himself an even deeper hole so you took a deep breath and grabbed his hand to remove it from your cheek so you could lean in and press your lips against his in order to shut him up.

zuko’s eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by your bold action but you were always the one to take bold moves. after the initial shock, zuko eagerly kissed back, moving his hands to your waist in order to bring you closer to deeper the kiss. some part of him had been waiting for this moment ever since he had laid eyes on you.

“spirits zuko, you never talk that much.” you teased once you broke apart from the kiss which just earned a blush from the raven haired boy.

“well um, i.” zuko stumbled, failing to find a reason for his previous ranting but he never got the chance to answer as you pecked his lips , and you both got interrupted by a certain watertribe boy.

“y/n!” you heard your brother call out, probably concerned at your running away and the fact that you still hadn’t come back.

“looks like sokka’s calling me, if you don’t mind.” zuko unwrapped his arms from your waist and you started walking back inside to the voice who called you. you made sure to send a wink in his direction before you left, leaving the banished prince blushing and with a stupid smile on his face.

zuko grinned as he thought about your first kiss. he sighed happily and went under the covers to doze off and let sleep take over temporarily.

i dream about an old familiar face, then wake up and you're gone without a trace,

“zuko!” the firelord lifted his head up and saw you running towards him down the long hallway of the palace. enormous smile on your face at the sigh of your boyfriend at the end of the hallway.

“y/n!” he greeted you with a mirroring expression and a hug when you finally reached him. arms wrapping around your waist as you cuddled into his chest.

“ i missed you.” you mumbled into his chest, feeling his chest rumble as he chuckled at your statement.

“i missed you too.” he replied, eyes meeting yours as you lifted your head to look at him. he used one of his hands to move the hair out of your face before placing his lips softly onto yours.

“i have news.” you announced as you broke the kiss, a huge grin on your face as you looked up at zuko with an infinite amount of love.

“which is?” he asked, not knowing if he should be concerned or excited.

“well, as you know i went to see katara while i went home and you’ll never guess what she told me! i’m pregnant!” you told zuko the news and you swear you saw him panic for a split second before he fully processed the information and his face was replaced with pure bliss.

“really?” he didn’t believe it, you two were finlay going to have a child together. who would’ve thought back then when you two fought against each other that you would’ve been carrying his future child. you simply nodded before he leaned back into kiss you.

he woke up in the morning, thinking that his dream was a memory and that you were laying right next to him but as he turned around, he was met with an empty bed. he sighed slightly, you were still away in the south pole with your family as you had been for months. nonetheless, he was happy to have dreamed about your beautiful face.

and though you're away, nothing has changed, we always made it out, even when im old and blue, i’ll think about my time with you.

when he stepped out of his chamber, he was met with a servant giving him a scroll, no doubt a message from you. the firelord thanked them before returning to his room to read in peace.

whenever one of you were gone on a mission somewhere in one of the four nations, you both communicated through letters so that you could keep in touch. it would also serve as a way to your future selves to look back in the early moments in your relationship fondly. you’d always have memories that would never go away written in those scrolls.

atla taglist: @draqondance @biqherosix @missmorosis @firelady-jay

zuko taglist: @duh-dobrik

#atla x reader #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #zuko x you #atla zuko #atla zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #gaang x reader #avatar the last airbender imagine #sokka x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #katara x reader #water tribe reader #firelord zuko #zuko

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kaizokuou-ni-naru · 3 years

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The Voyage So Far: Paramount War (Part One)

east blue (1 | 2) || alabasta (1 | 2) || skypiea || water 7 || enies lobby || thriller bark || paramount war (1 | 2) || fishman island || punk hazard || dressrosa (1 | 2) || whole cake island || wano (1 | 2)

the introduction of the celestial dragons really is just so brutally effective. this is the first time we see them, and before they even show up on page they immediately establish themselves as both absolutely powerful and absolutely despicable. everyone is watching them commit atrocities in broad daylight, and nobody dares say a word.

i mentioned it back in the enies lobby post, i think, with spandam, but oda is very, very good at creating villains who it just feels so good and so deeply satisfying to see them get annihilated, and the celestial dragons are maybe the crowning example of it.

i really like how none of the strawhats are really intimidated or impressed at all by the celestial dragons, in sharp contrast to how everyone else responds to them. some of that is ignorance, but you can’t tell me zoro would have acted any differently in this scene had he known charloss was a member of the world’s ruling class. all the power the celestial dragons have comes from fear; of course their greatest weakness is someone who just doesn’t care.

obviously this moment is just excellent, no qualifiers needed, but one thing i really love about it is how all the bad shit that results from this does not detract from the sheer satisfaction of what happens at the auction house at all. like, even though this leads directly to the strawhats getting crushed by the pacifista and kizaru and scattered by kuma, i’ve never once caught myself thinking luffy shouldn’t have done this.

i’m a huge fan of how rayleigh introduces himself. he knocks out the whole action house with conqueror’s haki, but luffy is completely unaffected, and the two of them just watch each other down the aisle for a moment as everyone else collapses around them.

i don’t know that i’ll ever get over the fact that oda created and designed the supernovas as he was writing sabaody. they’re all such distinct and memorable characters, and almost all of them have fit neatly into the post-timeskip story one way or another. they really feel like a part of the world that was always meant to be there.

i think the way roger as a character is handled is very, very cool, because we don’t really meet him as a person- when we first learn of him, on the very first page, he’s a myth, a story, a framing device. which is fitting, because that’s all the characters know him as. the rest of the world doesn’t know what roger was like as a person or why he did what he did, and so neither do our main characters and neither do we.

and then we learn, slowly, by following in roger’s steps and meeting the characters who did know him, like rayleigh and whitebeard and garp. and through their testimony and memories, over the course of the story, roger goes from being a faceless myth to being a proper character.

i think this panel, where luffy says he just wants to be the freest person on the seas, might be my favorite luffy panel. if nothing else, it’s definitely one of the ones i think about the most in terms of his characterization. luffy’s been defining himself by his dream since the very start of the story- he’s the man who’s going to be king of the pirates! but it’s only here that we learn what that goal actually means to him, and what he actually really wants. he just wants to be free.

the tone shift of sabaody really is impeccable. because up until a certain point, everything seems pretty par for the course. the strawhats make some new friends, get into trouble for their sakes, get into a hard fight where they all have to work together but eventually scrape out a win.

but then kizaru shows up, and another pacifista, and kuma himself, and for the first time in the story luffy says this is a fight they can’t win-

and then zoro disappears, and all of the audience’s expectations for how this is going to play out get thrown completely out the window.

it’s not that we haven’t seen luffy upset before this- his fight with usopp in water 7 and merry’s funeral are the two obvious examples that come to mind- but we’ve never, to this point, seen him as crushed as he is at the end of sabaody. it really drives the abrupt tone shift of sabaody home, because we’re used to seeing luffy be generally cheerful, and if not that, at stubbornly determined to power through. but here, he’s just wrecked- and the paramount war saga is just getting started.

every time i see hancock i’m reminded what a lesbian i am.

i’m talking a lot about character introductions this post, but a lot of really good characters get introduced in the first half of this saga, from the supernovas to rayleigh to jinbe. on that note, i really like hancock’s introduction, for reasons similar to what i said about roger earlier. she’s introduced as a cartoonishly evil one-dimensional bitch, and she leans hard into that characterization for the first half or so of amazon lily.

and then luffy narrowly keeps her and her sisters’ worst fear from being realized, and her facade starts to slip, and we get to know her as- still kind of a bitch, but also a deeply traumatized person who has very valid reasons for being the way she is, and someone who is overall a lot more complicated than she appears at first glance.

one of my favorite things about luffy is his ability to always, always defy expectations. hancock is dead certain he’ll take her offer of a ship and abandon marguerite and the others, but he doesn’t even hesitate before doing the exact opposite. luffy is always turning people’s worlds upside down.

i have a friend who coined the term “conflict of interest arc” to refer to the arcs where a crewmate is forced to choose between the crew and some obligation or baggage from their past- arlong park for nami, whole cake island for sanji, etc.

marineford is luffy’s conflict of interest arc- he has to make the choice, here, to prioritize saving ace over reuniting with his crew. where it differs from all other such arcs, then, is that nobody else can come to back him up. he’s well and truly on his own.

i love how thoroughly expectations get turned on their head with jinbe. for the longest time, all we know about him is that he’s a shichibukai and arlong’s former captain, so given what arlong was like and what the shichibukai encountered thus far have been like, it’s a fair guess to assume he’s pretty awful.

and then we meet him, and he’s ace’s friend, sitting bloody and beaten in the deepest dungeons of impel down for refusing to fight in an unjust war.

bon-chan is really one of the greatest examples of one piece’s stubborn refusal to treat any character as disposable, and oda’s endless ability to find new and interesting ways to fit them into the story. in pretty much any other manga, it would be all but guaranteed that we wouldn’t see a character like bon-chan again after the conclusion of the alabasta saga. here, luffy straight up would not have made it to marineford without him. this is true for mr. 3 too- who would’ve thought his ability to duplicate keys out of wax, established and promptly forgotten some three hundred chapters ago, would be the thing that let luffy free ace on the scaffold?

magellan is a good antagonist. i’m not saying i like him- i don’t particularly- but he’s a great antagonist for a couple reasons, and one of them is that his powers are terrifying. magellan is essentially what might be called in video game terminology an advancing wall of doom- the only viable strategy for dealing with him is to run.

i had more i wanted to say here but it literally kept turning into a rant about one piece’s take on morality no matter how many times i tried to keep it short, so i’ll settle for just saying that magellan is an antagonist but not a villain and i think that’s interesting.

the absolutely ridiculous, eclectic mix of people that luffy winds up gathering to escape impel down is possibly my favorite part of the whole arc. i just think it’s so fun and so characteristic of him that even when separated from his crew, he winds up attracting the weirdest, most powerful bunch of people around to break out of prison with.

the relationship between luffy and blackbeard is a really interesting one. it’s been plenty clear for some time that blackbeard is almost certainly going to be luffy’s final opponent to become pirate king, and yet they’ve been mostly running on parallel paths through the world, only occasionally coinciding (such as here and in jaya) and generally seeming pretty unconcerned with each other. it’s a really cool way to handle the built to an eventual showdown, and i really like it.

this is one of my favorite spreads just for sheer smile factor. i love it so much. i think we should get to see jinbe’s whale shark buddies more often, it’s a crime we haven’t seen them since this.

#the voyage so far #one piece #long post #arc: sabaody #arc: amazon lily #arc: impel down #not japanese

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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It's Raining

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Tatta Koudai, Arisu Ryohei, Last Boss, Niragi Suguru, Chishiya Shuntaro

Genre: Fluff. Just a thunderstorm, some vibes, and uh.... Monopoly. Briefly.

1.6k words

Man, writing with absolute zero idea of where I was going with it is.... interesting. My only thought was rainstorm, and here's what happened.

Rain pattered against the window, Aguni watching the raindrops fall down the glass with a cup of steaming hot coffee in hand. Takeru was still in bed, sleeping off the spaghetti and red wine they shared last night, half a cookie hanging out of his mouth. Aguni takes a long, slow sip of his coffee, making sure to blow on it beforehand. He didn’t need to burn his mouth after all. He grunts lightly, going over today’s schedule over his head. The rain looked bad, so he couldn’t go out today, nor could anybody else. It might be bad enough for a power outage, Aguni notes internally.

He heads outside and through the halls. The rain was loud even here, but the sound of yelling was louder, cheers and screams coming from Arisu’s room. Aguni peeks inside just to see what was up, after knocking on the door to notify he was coming inside. He blinks as he stares at Niragi, Tatta, and Arisu all sitting in the dark in front of the television, playing some racing game, Arisu firmly in first place with Niragi and Tatta fighting for second just behind him. Niragi and Arisu were more absorbed in the game, Niragi the main source of all the yelling, using Arisu’s blanketed head as an arm rest, the tallest out of all of them sitting on the barren bed while the other two took space on the floor. Tatta seemed less focused at least, although he doesn’t stop playing even as he greets Aguni.

“ Hi! Did you need something?”

“ Uh… just checking up. It’s raining pretty badly. Just be aware there may be a power outage if it gets worse.”

Tatta nods, Niragi grumbling angrily as Tatta hits him with a red shell in the game. “ Okay!” Tatta chirps, Aguni nodding and shutting the door just as Arisu wins the race with an excited cheer, Niragi griping loudly and falling backwards on the bed. Aguni continues down the hall and goes to check up on Chishiya to tell him about the possible outage.

But he couldn’t, as Chishiya was still sleeping, curled up in his chair and a blanket thrown over him, likely from Tatta or Arisu actually caring. Aguni leaves him alone, shutting the door. Chishiya was smart enough to infer on his own when he wakes up. He continues through the house, occasionally taking a sip of coffee as he searches for the last member of the household.

Aguni knocks on Last Boss’ door, and receives absolutely zero response, but Aguni opens anyways. Last Boss was sitting there on the ground with his computer, looking up at Aguni blankly in the dark.

“ Hey. It’s raining pretty badly so be warned.” Aguni tells him, and looks at the ground, sighing at the mess. “ And clean up your room eventually, okay?” He looks back at Last Boss, who says absolutely nothing, continuing to stare blankly at him. Aguni stares back until Last Boss breaks eye contact, going back to typing on his computer without a hint of giving a fuck. He shut the door and makes his way down to the kitchen, drinking more coffee and listening to the rain patter against the windows louder than before. He settles himself with heating up some leftovers, watching the plate spin in the microwave as he sips at his coffee.

The microwave beeps, seconds before Aguni hears thunder pounding outside. Several, in fact. It nearly shakes the house with how loud it was, and Aguni swears he can hear Niragi cursing in Arisu’s room. Aguni pulls out his leftovers and takes a seat at the dining table, just as the lights begin to flicker. Aguni takes a long, slow sip of coffee and sets down his mug, poking at a piece of fish as the lights finally die on him.

Not long after, Aguni hears footsteps, and he look up through the dark as three figures approach, Niragi loudly grumbling and heading straight for the cabinets to look for a torch. Tatta and Arisu both stand there as Niragi rustles through the drawers, Aguni eating silently as Niragi slams open and close drawers. Arisu still had the blanket over his head, which he had wrapped around him so it was basically just a blanket with a face and legs.

“ Where’s the fucking flashlight-“ Niragi grumbles, even opening the medicine cabinet. It is followed by both Arisu and Tatta shrugging and offering nothing useful, Niragi continuing to search and yielding nothing. Aguni gets up only when Niragi tries the same drawer in the past five minutes, getting up and opening the fridge, which also lost its power. He digs inside, Niragi pausing to watch Aguni in pure and utter confusion as Aguni pulls out a flashlight and sets it on the counter by Niragi, shutting the fridge and going back to the table to continue eating. “ Wh-“ Niragi stammers, looking between the flashlight and the fridge. “ Why the hell was it in the fridge-“

Aguni wished he had a sane answer. But nothing was sane about the fridgelight. He finished his coffee and sets the mug down, looking to Niragi. “ Takeru thought it’d be funny.” He explains, Niragi looking at Aguni, eyes furrowed a little and frowning.

“ Why the fuck would-“ Niragi cuts himself off, picking up the flashlight and turning it on, nearly blinding Tatta. “ Whatever. This’ll do. What, do we not have a backup generator?”

“ We used to, but rats got to the wires so we were waiting on someone to come fix it!” Tatta explains, covering his eyes with his hand as Niragi turns the bright beam at his face.

“ Aren’t you a mechanic?”

“ For cars, mostly! Also I tried, but turns out the rats got a lot of the wires all messed up. And uhhhhh….. I might have forgotten to go buy new wires. Or a new generator.”

“ You’re useless.” Niragi mutters, Tatta frowning a little.

“ Rude…. But it’ll be fine until the storm passes by, right?” Tatta looks to Aguni for confirmation, Aguni giving him a brief nod. Tatta smiles, looking back at Niragi. “ See?” “ Fine. Would’ve been nice to have electricity. I’m gonna grab candles. It’s dark as shit in here.” Niragi grumbles, and he stalks away with the flashlight, Arisu and Tatta following behind to help. Aguni stays at the table to finish his meal, existing in his own time.

A few minutes later Niragi comes back and slaps a candle on the table in front of him, already lit. “ There. Have fun with your romantic dinner for one.” Niragi quips, then quickly walks away, Aguni thanking him under his breath and taking another bite of food.

Takeru comes outside as Aguni dumps his trash, holding his phone as a flashlight, heading straight for Aguni and draping himself over the man’s back.

“ Man, it’s so loud….. You doing okay?” Takeru mumbles into Aguni’s shoulder, apparently still very tired, Aguni nodding. Takeru hums, the two standing there in the candlelit kitchen as the rain battered against the house for a while. Takeru only lets go when Aguni starts to move away, arms dropping to the side as Aguni sits down at the table again, his face illuminated by the small faint candlelight. Takeru opens the lightless fridge, the sound of things moving around barely discernible from the loud patter. He pulls out something and shuts the door, coming over to sit across Aguni. In his hand seemed to be a glass bottle, Takeru twisting off the top and taking a sip.

Aguni watches him drink for a while, Takeru draining at least half of the bottle in one go before letting off, satisfyingly breathing out and wiping his mouth with the back off his hand. The house shakes as thunder rumbles outside, Takeru smiling and yawning. “ It’s rough outside, eh? I woke up to that first one but didn’t feel like getting out of bed.” Aguni grunts in response, Hatter nodding to himself. “ Yes, yes. Ah, is the generator still not working?” Aguni shakes his head, explaining the rat situation, Hatter slowly nodding. He finishes the rest of the bottle, letting it hit the table with a decent thunk, sighing and leaning back. “ No reason to sit around and do nothing. Wanna play Monopoly with the kids?”

“ And have to wrestle Chishiya away from stabbing Niragi in the knees again with a toothpick?”

Takeru only shrugs, getting up and walking away. “ What can go wrong this time? Monopoly night! Come on everyone!”

Aguni sighs, getting up and heading over to grab the Monopoly board. He wasn’t paying for the damages.

[AN HOUR LATER….]

Aguni keeps a hold of Niragi’s torso as he attempts (and fails) to reach Tatta, who was hiding behind the blanket blob that was Arisu, who somehow acquired everyone’s blanket in the timeframe he’s been by the board, Chishiya leaning against said blob and smirking at Niragi.

“ I’m gonna tear your fucking face off, you fucking whale shark!”

“ I’m sorry! It’s just a railroad!”

Aguni glances at Takeru, who just smiles and watches, with eyes that were void of any thought in his head. He wasn’t even feeling the slightest bit worried, was he. Aguni sighs, and forcefully pulls Niragi up and lifts him over his shoulder, Niragi trying (and still failing) to get free and attack Tatta.

Aguni much rather would have just sat around and do nothing. Maybe lay in bed with Takeru and talk about life and such.

But no, instead he gets this today, Niragi finally giving up as Aguni dumps him in the time out corner and walks away back to the scene, only to see Tatta having to pay the last of his money to a smug Chishiya. “ Aww, I’m bankrupt.”

“ Should’ve thought about that before having money.” Thunder clapped just as he finished that, Tatta yelping.

“ Ooh, that was a good one!” Takeru chirps, “ Real suspenseful!”

“ Thanks, it wasn’t my intention….. Or was it.”

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #aguni morizono #hatter #takeru danma #tatta kodai #arisu ryohei #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #last boss #takatora samura #mmmmmm rain-#yeah this is the same universe as the vacation things #hatter + aguni and their sons #all of them

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paypay0315 · 3 years

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The Space Between (3)

Pairing: Eren Yeager/Reader or Female OC!

word count: 3.6k Series

Summary: Harmony was a young girl who just lost her family, she was more of an open wound then most. When she catches the eye of Eren Yeager her whole life changes and she doesnt realize she might be in love.

Content for this Chapter: Rivals, mean eren, mean oc!. somewhat nice eren

She was tired. Her breathing became heavier and heavier the more she ran. This was her 10th time running around the bulidngs how long does he want her to keep going? She starts to move into a slow walk at the lack of oxygen she is starting to feel.

"KEEP RUNNING" her commander yells out.

She looked over to see him standing there watching her every move. She knocks her head back trying to get some relief from the strain in her neck. She huffs out and turns around cause she hears dirt being smashed and she sees its....... Eren. How did he get behind her so fast? She can't get beat by him.

She starts to run faster so he won't catch up to her. "I'm gonna beat you!" she hears Eren yell out. Hes getting closer. Did he get faster?

She cant let him win. "No you arent!"

He comes to her side and now they are running as fast as they can. Shes so close to the finish line, she just has to keep running.

She puts her head forward and passes her commander she starts to slow down her running. "I totally beat you!" Eren says painting.

"No you didn't I beat you!" she yells out bending down to put her hands on her knees.

"DID TOO!"

"DID NOT!"

She furrows her brows at him. She stands up about to go up to him but a hand stops her. Its her commander.

"Do you want more time?" he asks. She turns away from him.

"I shouldn't even be doing this, when he started it!" She pointed her finger at Eren.

He scoffs, "Huh?! You're the one who started it!!" He yells at her.

"For the LAST time, I DIDNT START IT!" She screams.

They both walk up to each other about to punch one another before they both get knocked down to the ground by their commander.

"THATS IT! ANOTHER TWO WEEKS ADDED!" He screams as loud as them.

They went silent after that. "Are you serious?!" Harmony asks.

"Do I look like i'm kidding?" He quirks his eyebrow up at her.

He's not kidding.

"The both of you get out of my sight before i banish you both" he spits.

Both Eren and her get up and go back to their room to get their rest of their duties started.

This will never end with him will it?

.....

"Eren!" Armin yelled out to him. "So how was the run? he asks.

"Like it always is" he huffs getting ready to go clean the Tavern.

"She gave you a hard time again?" he aksed the young boy.

"No..... shes just like she always is. And im not gonna let her be a bitch towards me-"

"Eren" Mikasa interrupts him. Eren looks her direction. "You cant let her get to you like that or you're going to get kicked out"

"Im not"

"You are, you were always hot headed like this" she tells him. "How are you supposed to 'destroy all the titans' when you cant even train to beat them anymore?" she tells him.

Shes right. He knows she is right.

"So you want me to sit there and let her disrespect me?" he tells her.

"No, but you dont need to be one step closer to getting kicked out."

He stays silent.

"We need you Eren...." she wanst to say more. (I need you) "We cant sacrifice you because you will be the one to destroy the titans" she says soflty.

"Right armin?"

Armin turns to look at her. "Yes"

"Mikasa don't tell me what to do. i'll deal with her my own way" he says and walks out the door.

They are right. He doesn't want to admit but they are right. He cant let someone like Harmony destroy his dream of destroying the titans.

....

She huffs trying to get the sticky beans out of the floor. They had two more weeks left to clean out this whole tavern and they werent even half way finished. She looks towards Eren's and sees him standing on top of the stairs wiping away the tea that was thrown there.

She rolls her eyes at how easy it is for him since he is just wiping something easy while shes abou to blow her shoulder out trying to clean this food. "You know it would be alot quicker if you helped me clean this side, you know like our commander said! she growled.

He doesnt say anything back. Is he ignorimng her?

"Hey? Im talking to you! she gets louder.

He doesnt say anything back again.

She throws the silver wear at his head. "Hey! Cut it out!" he yells

"Im talking to you!"

"Yeah i can clealry hear you, you sound like a whaling cat!"

Her mouth agaps at the insult, "When im talking to you, you talk back idoit!"

"No I dont, look im trying to get this done and you are distracting me!"

"im disctrating you?"

He nods his head.

"Distracting you from what excalty, you falling on your face half of the time" he stops and she smirks at how much it got to him. For the past weeks he hasn't been able to do any of the training cause he either falls on his face or is the last one out of all of the them. He throws the towel on the floor ands walks towards her.

"Look! I dont know what your problem is but i don't have time for it. I didnt come here to fight humans I came here to fight titans. I have a dream. A dream that one day I will destroy all the titans, and you are ruining it! So yes im ignoring you because i dont need some annoying wench like you DESTROYING MY DREAM!!'

Well that was dramtic.

But she doesnt say anything. She just looks at him.

In a way she saw herself in him. She had the same dream.

She turns around and walks away picking up a towel to help him with the cleaning. "You aren't the only one with that dream you know?" she says quietly.

"Huh?!"

"I'm saying, you aren't the only one who has come here to get some petty revenge on the Titans...... everyone here has lost someone..... someone important to them" she looks away from him trying to fight the tears coming down her face.

What does she mean by that? He thinks.

When she turns around he sees tears welling up in her eyes, he also notices how she is trying to hide them. Why? Did something bad happen to her?

When he looks at her, he doesn't see the same Harmony that threw food on him, or the same Harmony that screams at him every chance she got.

He saw someone softer, like under all that lent up anger was a girl who was lonely and just wanted friends. His eyes go soft as well, and for a moment just a moment he saw the real her.

But it's over in a instant, because she notices how his eyes go soft. She can't let him see her cry, she can't let him so her be so weak.

Her face changes back to that rough Harmony, she walks up to him and punches his arm tightly.

"OW! WHAT THE HELL!"

"GET BACK TO WORK DUMB ASS! she yells.

"Why did you pinch me??!!"

"Because you are just standing around and we have to get this done, now get back to work!" She walks away from him going back to picking at those beans on the floor.

But Eren doesn't fail to look back at her one last time. Who was Harmony really?

......

"Next group step up" her commander says. Shes next up to use the MOD gear, she isnt nervous at all. She's observed many people getting in it and it didn't seem too hard.

But was she so wrong. Getting into was harder than she thought. She can't even put her leg up in the suit because it gets falling out from under her butt.

Eren looks over and sees her struggling and he can't help but feel...... guilty. But why?

Why should he feel guilty for someone who has been insulting him since he first got here. But even then he can't help but feel guilty at the fact that he has a chance to help her and is not trying to take it.

He runs up to her since no one was even trying to help her. He guesses that's her effect, ever since she got here she hasn't really mad a lot of her friends. But that's her fault though she rude to everyone who goes nears her.

Even so he still shouldn't leave her like that. "Hey. You're doing it wrong!" He blurts out.

He was no expert on this himself but he at least knew how to get in it.

She turns around and looks at him with a deadly stare. "What the hell do you want Yeager?!"

"Nothing..... it's just- here let me help!" he walks up to her and reaches to grab the cords pulling up the MOD gear but she instantly knocks his hand out of the way.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She shouted.

"You're doing it wrong!" he yells out.

Her eyes go wide at what he just said. Is he trying to help her? Like hell she will get help from him.

"I don't need it" She says while still struggling to get inside of the gear.

She huffs at her stubbornness. "Yes you do, now listen to me!" He grabs her hand roughly and puts it on the cord she immediately pulls away.

She didn't know what to do or say. She hasn't had a human touch like that since..... well since that day.

"NO!"

She pushes him down to the ground and Eren yells out in pain.

"YOU THINK I NEED YOUR HELP ASSHAT?!" She screams for everyone to hear.

He stands up quickly, shocked that she even pushes him down so fast. "I was just trying to help?!" he yelled.

"I don't care! What gives you the right?!"

"It's not my fault you don't know how to work this thing!"

She stares at him for a long time. What can she even say to that? He's right she doesn't know how to do it.

But out of everyone why did Eren have to be the one to help her? He thinks he's so much better than her doesn't he?

"You think you're better than me?" She snaps.

"What-"

"I'll show you, who is really going to defeat the titans" She points her finger to her chest and walks away from the crowd that was being brought up next to them.

What the hell just happened? Eren thought to himself.

......

Getting out of that hot sun was honestly the highlight of her day today.

Sitting in the Tavern that didn't have those massive food stains on the walls was so peaceful. Not only because she got to eat here but because where she sat she could look outside the window and see the sun go down.

She sat by herself most of the time and she liked it that way. She wasn't much of a talker herself but all she needed was herself at this point and that's all that mattered to her.

But she can't help but look down at the people in the room and get..... jealous. She wouldn't admit it but she was mainly jealous of Eren. She was a very good observer and she saw the way Mikasa and Armin treated him.

It's like they would both die for him and she wishes she had someone like that in her life. Well at least she did..... at one point.

Shes not saying she wants someone to die for her because she honestly can't handle another person dying in her life. But she wants someone to care for her again.

She missed it. She missed when someone worried for her. She missed how her mother would always patch her back up when she ran a little to fast and fell and scrapped her knee. She missed when her father would read her a bed time story because she could not sleep cause of the night storms.

She looks down at all the people laughing together and drinking together. It reminds her of the time her family was celebrating her 7th birthday party.

How her mom made her, her favorite birthday cake flavor, and how her uncle ended up getting so drunk he couldn't even stand on his own two feet.

She smiled.

But that smile was soon washed away by the tears that came down her face.

She misses those times. She misses the times where she could just laugh with her family and be happy.

All of that was taken from her, it's gone now.

That's why she has to kill the Titans. That's why she has to destroy them all.

But the bright side of this is she doesn't have to worry anyone else dying on her. Now that she was alone she didn't have time to worry about other people.

That was a good thing.

Was it though?

.....

"AHHHH!" WHATS GOING ON?" An old man yelled out.

"SWEETIE GET BACK INSIDE!" A women screamed out to her lover she didn't have time to reach out to him because he was already being picked up by a mindless titan.

"HONEY!" She yelled out to him.

A little girl came running outside. "DADDY WAIT!" she cried tears pooling around her eyes.

"SWEETIE GET BACK INSIDE!" another lady ran out to the young girl.

"MOM!"

She was more of an older women, she could barely even walk but once she saw her precious grand daughter out there it's like she could run a whole mile.

Everything goes black and the little girl is alone.

Shes alone in the dark space.

"Hello!" She calls out but no one answers.

She walks around holding on to her doll her father made for her.

"It's your fault!" She hears faint whispers in the air.

"It's your fault!" she turns around and no one is there.

"It's your fault, you're weak" multiple voices start to pile on top of one another and they eventually start to scream at the little girl.

She covers her ears but it's no use her head feels like it can explode. "Shut up!" she yells

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

It's no use.

"STOP!" she comes up from the deep sleep she was once in.

Another nightmare.

"Are you okay?" She hears a familiar voice call down to her. She looks up and sees her roommate at the top bunk.

Sasha was her name.

"Yes i'm fine" Harmony tells the girl.

"Are you sure, you were tossing and turning a lot last night" Sasha tells her.

"Yes, i'm fine like I said" Harmony spits getting angry at the constant nagging she was doing.

Sasha refrains from asking any more questions, she clearly knows when Harmony is in one of those moods.

She feels like a furnace, she's too hot to be in this little room so she leaves out the room to get some fresh air.

It's still dark outside? How long was she asleep for? It had to have only been a couple of minutes.

She looks up at the sky, she can't help but get lost at looking at all the stars in the sky. She wishes she could count every single one of them. There was always to many though.

She did that a lot with her mom. They would come out here and count all the stars till she slowly started to fall asleep. Well she would pretend to be asleep. She smiles at the memory.

But starts to cry once again. Why can't she stop crying every time she thinks of her mom?

Eren was only trying to get a pale of water until he saw Harmony close by the well. He stops, he doesn't know why though?

He usually would never stop what he was doing just becasue she was around, it's probably because he wants to see what she was doing.

She was looking at the sky, why was she out so late? Could she not sleep?

Wait why is he worried about what she is doing? It's not like he cares about her anything......

He gets interrupted by his thoughts when he hears a faint sob leave her chest. She's crying? But why?

Should he say something? No she won't like that.

He does the only thing he can think of and just walks up to the well and pretend he never saw her.

Yeah that's the perfect idea, he thinks.

She turns around when she hears someone coming up behind her she thinks it's Sasha again and she tries to mentally prepare herself for the questions she is going to get asked but when she looks over it's not her at all.

Instead it's him. Eren.

She doesn't hide the eye roll she does when she sees him.

"Hey to you to then" he sarcastically says.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Why is it any of your business" she interrupts him.

"It's not, i'm just asking" this is the first time that he didn't scream or insult her when she was being rude to him.

What's up with him?

"I'm just looking at the stars" she says quietly.

"Oh, you like to star gaze?"

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Oh..... umm.... no it's just, I like to look at the stars too" he says while putting the bucket down.

She turns his way shocked at his answer. "Wait! Really?" she gushed.

He smiles at her reaction.

That was actually really..... cute. He thought.

"Yeah, umm you see that star up there" he points.

"I called that one the big toe" he exclaimed a light flashing in his eyes.

"The big toe?" she smiles a little at the ridiculous nickname. "Why that name?"

"Well you see at the time me and Mikasa had been beating up these dudes who were picking on Armin, and one of them and fallen and broke his big toe." He tries to control his laughter.

"It was actually quite hilarious because it was the first star that had appeared in the night sky, we named it that because it was a reminder to us that we won't let anyone stand in our way" he looks up again and Harmony just sits and listens.

"It was basically a promise between all three of us .... we've kept it ever since" he says.

Their friendship is so powerful. Her heart tugs at the feeling, she feels....envy.

When he looks back at Harmony he can't help but feel like he has seen her from somewhere.

Maybe she wouldn't feel this way if only she had her family still here. If only that day didn't happen. If only she had did something to help them.

"It's your fault"

She turns around looking at Eren thinking he spoke. But it wasn't him.

"It's your fault" she hears once again.

Who's saying that?

"it's your fault"

She feels her head starting pound against her skull and she starts to twitch and Eren notices.

She scrunch's her eyes to try and numb the pain but it doesn't work. The pounding gets louder and louder and she eventually starts to moan and the pain.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine!" She blurts out. "Ah!" she yells holding her head in her hands.

"it's your fault"

"Stop it!" She yells out.

"Harmony-" Eren tries to reach out to her but she smacks his hand away.

"I told you i'm fine!" she growled. She lands on her knees holding her head in her hands to try and get the pain away.

"It's your fault"

"SHUT UP!" she screams out.

Eren doesn't know what to do or say. He just stares out to her. She takes deep heavy breaths and he wants to reach out to her again but he is scared at getting yelled at again.

She tries to stand back up and turns and looks at Eren who has a confusing look on his face.

"What the hell are you looking at?!"

"Nothing i-i was just-"

"ITS NIT MY FAULT!" she screams at him. What is she saying?

Why does she feel like this? She feels like she just run another one of those 10 laps. Maybe she needs to take a nap. Yeah sleeping will help.

"Harmony-" he tries to reach his hand out to her but she punches him instead.

"Stay the hell away from me! I know what you're doing. You trying to find my weak points right? Well that's not gonna happen, because i'm not weak!" she hissed.

Eren hold his face in his hands. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU WITCH?!" He screams. But she is already inside her room before she can insult him back.

Just when he thought she has changed she went right back to who she was.

Maybe there wasn't anything special about her? Maybe he is just imagining things. God he hates her.

He spits blood out of his mouth and grabs the bucket and gets water from the well, but he stops for a moment.

Maybe there isn't another Harmony hiding under all that hardness and roughness. Maybe that is who she is.

It can't be though. That day she seemed so different, what's wrong with her now? And why the hell was she screaming that way? Is she in pain?

Why do I care? He thinks.

.....

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The Seal

This one is for @the-lady-razorsharp because she posted this post and this is the result. Also, more blame belongs with @godsliltippy because it was in her fic that seal!Gordon was born.

You guys are influencers and things like this happen. ::hugs you both::

Many thanks to @vegetacide for the read through and encouragement :D

Marks & Wings, a little language from our usually cool and calm heavy lifter, but his patience was shot, so I don’t blame him.

A little fun. I hope you enjoy it.

-o-o-o-

Okay, there were limits.

Sure, Virgil had been terrified that he had again lost his fish brother. The guy had done it before, and yet he still managed to do it again. Though admittedly, this time it was in Antarctica amongst the snow and ice and Gordon was obviously going for variety.

And sure, it had been because of a rescue. A successful rescue, one that saved the lives of three researchers.

Three researchers that Virgil was on the verge of killing, but hey, they were alive for the moment.

The ice had collapsed and Gordon had been standing on it. His brother couldn’t fly, so he did the next best thing to survive in the frigid cold waters he had fallen into, and he had changed.

Midair.

In front of three aghast survivors who shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

One of which had the nerve to get out their phone and film Gordon as he risked his life to save them.

Two had them dangling below, thanks to Gordon’s efficiency, and Virgil was able to yank them up into his ‘bird’s belly, despite the howling winds.

But his brother had vanished into the maelstrom of the Southern Ocean, last seen as a seal.

The frustrating thing about Gordon was that his body could not support a tracker. Whatever happened to his clothing when he shifted, any tracker in his body went with it.

Great for modesty.

Bad for locating missing brothers.

And if that rescuee complained about his phone one more time, Virgil was going to do something he wouldn’t regret.

The device was toast. Eos had obliterated it the moment she realised there was video being taken of the shape changing Tracy. His AI niece was efficient and the cell was now no more than a smouldering lump on the deck plates.

She would be on high alert patrol until Penelope could get her hands on the trio and stamp out any rumours they may choose to start.

Virgil took some great reassurance from that fact.

But Gordon had vanished from sensors and Virgil’s own sense of his brother was vague due to his shift in form.

Fortunately, seals were mammals so he was receiving much more than he would be if Gordon had turned himself into a crab or cephalopod. But still it was frustrating.

“So, what is he?” Phoneless rescuee was a bonafide asshole.

Virgil grit his teeth and ignored him.

Antarctic winds were a bitch and despite Two fighting like a champ, he was still having trouble keeping her at a safe hover. “John, tell me you have something.”

“I’m trying, Virgil, but cold is cold and infrared can only do so much.” His space brother was delving into Two’s equipment and focussing the power of Five through her instruments. The best thing Virgil could do right now was hold her still.

Virgil bit back a snarl of frustration. Every cell in his body wanted to go down there and fish his brother out of the ocean, but Two couldn’t be left to herself and visibility was shit.

“Is he a changeling?”

Virgil tasted blood as his teeth bit through his lip.

Gordon, if you can hear me, please!

There was a flicker of something, but it was hard to localise amongst the roar of Two, the howling wind outside and the windbag inside…

“Shut the fuck up!”

Okay, so Grandma would probably scrub his mouth out with a toilet brush, but it got results.

Windbag grunted and, fortunately for him, did as he was told.

A particularly strong gust whacked Two sideways and Virgil was forced to gain height or risk colliding with the leading edge of the glacier.

“John…”

The single hiss over comms was only a hint of the wave of worry that washed down from orbit.

But then….

“Got him!”

Location coordinates flashed up on Virgil’s dash and a holographic representation of a single dot swimming in an infinity loop at the surface of the ocean.

A bent infinity loop.

No, the number four.

Heart in his throat, Virgil lowered Two closer to the water.

It spat up at him, angered by the gale.

The glacier loomed.

As close to the waves as he dared, Virgil opened Two’s bay doors and lowered the rescue rig into the water.

The loop stopped and swam over to the tossed rig.

A flicker and his sense of Gordon reasserted itself as his brother changed form.

“Up.” It was breathless on comms and Virgil hurried to comply.

The wind fought him and Two dipped sideways again.

One of the rescuees squawked behind him.

Windbag swore.

Virgil’s grip on the yoke removed all the blood from his hands.

But Two was as strong as he needed her to be and she drew the rescue rig inside.

The moment he had it secured, Virgil pulled back on the yoke and Two climbed above the weather as fast as he could get her there.

The sudden absence of turbulence was peaceful. A creeping silence.

Virgil shoved her into autopilot, secured the console and despite the protests of windbag, was out of his seat and hurrying down into the module between breaths.

He didn’t need to see the seal to know his brother had transformed back into the pinniped, probably to conserve heat until the module warmed up, but it was always a surprise to encounter Gordon in another of his forms.

If Virgil’s heart wasn’t still beating a mile a minute, he could have called his brother cute.

Virgil didn’t know enough to identify the type of seal Gordon had chosen this time, only that it was a fat one, a dark mottled brown and rolling on Two’s deck plates like a beached whale.

Warm eyes glared up at him as he approached. The one aspect that seemed to survive his brother’s transformation was his eyes. They were always carnelian, always so Gordon they reached into Virgil’s insides and just yanked.

“Hey, you okay?” He visually combed the length of his brother’s seal body, but could not see any obvious injury.

The seal bounced its head up and down slowly.

“Cold?”

Another bounce. Gordon slid over and rubbed up against his leg.

And finally, relief flooded Virgil’s system. Oh, thank god.

A flickering echo of that same emotion wafted down from orbit as Virgil knelt and wrapped his arms around his still damp and cold brother. The chill coming off the seal was ice.

No wonder his brother had switched back as soon as possible.

He couldn’t help but rub a hand down his brother’s back.

Gordon chirped at him and wearily flapped a flipper.

Virgil pulled back with a frown. The sense being thrown at him was one of hunger.

“You’re kidding.”

Gordon smacked his lips together. Seals had puppy dog eyes, but these were definitely Gordon’s.

“You know we only have ration bars aboard. Not exactly seal cuisine.” Hell, he wasn’t even sure they were compatible with a pinniped’s digestive system.

Gordon squawked at him all seal teeth and tongue. “ARFGFJFJFHHGGJH!!!”

Virgil scampered backwards, as always, never quite sure exactly how much Gordon’s form influenced his brother’s thoughts. “Don’t arjfjfjejdjfjfggh at me, mister. I’m not the one who forgot to stock Two with sardines.”

Gordon wilted and dropped his head onto Virgil’s knee.

The puppy seal eyes deployed were downright lethal.

Virgil groaned. “Fine. We’ll pick up takeout from The Crab Shack on the way back.” The seal immediately perked up. “And yes, you can get your favourite. I’ll contact them on the way in.” The Auckland eatery knew them well.

Mostly their fish brother’s fault.

Gordon managed a tired but goofy grin.

Virgil sighed, but couldn’t help but reach up and rub at his scruff.

And the laugh that burst out when Gordon whacked a flipper repeatedly on the floor like a dog enjoying himself far too much was one of so much fond love, it almost had tears in it.

Goofball.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #marks and wings #seal!Gordon

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thelittlesttimelord · 4 years

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The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 28

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 28 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 28/? SUMMARY: A little girl escapes the Time War when the Timelord’s return in “End of Time Part 2″. The newly regenerated Doctor must now raise the little girl while trying to find out why cracks in time keep following them around.

Vincent set up his easel and canvas in front of the church window.

“And you'll be sure to tell me if you see any, you know, monsters?” the Doctor asked him.

“Yes. While I may be mad, I'm not stupid.”

“No. Quite. And, to be honest, I'm not sure about mad either. It seems to me depression is a very complex…”

Vincent quietly shushed him. “I'm working”.

“Well, yes. Paint. Do painting!” He stepped back from Vincent and knelt down next to Elise. “Look what I brought you?” The Doctor pulled out a sketchbook and a pack of colored pencils.

Elise smiled and took them from him, sitting down next to Vincent.

“My little Ellie, learning at the foot of the master!” the Doctor commented. Maybe after this, he’d take her visit some other artists. She would be great one day. He knew because he’d seen it.

After many hours of listening to the Doctor talk and complain, night fell. He was now lying on the ground. “Is this how time normally passes? Really slowly. In the right order.” The Doctor jumped to his feet. “If there's one thing I can't stand, it's an unpunctual alien attack.”

“Are you okay?” Amy asked him, “You seem a bit, if I didn't know you better, I'd say nervous.”

“Yes, there's something not right and I can't quite put my finger on it.”

“There. He's at the window”, Vincent told them.

“Where?” the Doctor asked.

“There, on the right.”

“As I thought. Come on. I'm going in.”

“Well I'm coming too.”

“No! You're Vincent Van Gogh. No.”

“But you're not armed.”

“I am.”

“What with?”

The Doctor picked up the case for his gadget. “Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I'm absolutely sorted. Just have to find the right crosactic setting and stun him with it. Sonic never fails. Anyway, Amy, Elise, only one thought, one simple instruction. Don't follow me under any circumstances.”

Amy nodded. “I won't.”

The Doctor entered the church.

“Will you follow him?” Vincent asked her.

“Of course.”

Vincent looked down at Elise who nodded. He looked back at Amy. “I love you.”

Amy just smirked. After a few minutes, Amy began to worry. “Has he moved?”

“No. Just shifted to the next window. But, wait! He's turning now.”

There was a sound of breaking glass.

Elise started running for the church.

“Elise!” Amy yelled, running after her.

Vincent grabbed his art supplies. “Amy!”

Amy and Elise found him in the sanctuary.

“Doctor!”

“Argh! I thought I told you…Never mind. We'll talk about it later. Quick, in here.”

They got into a confessional booth, Elise clinging to Amy’s legs.

“Absolutely quiet”, the Doctor whispered.

Amy was breathing hard in fear.

“Can you breathe a little quieter, please?” he asked her.

“No. He's gone past.”

The Krafayis knocked into Amy and Elise’s side, causing the two girls to scream.

“I think he heard us”, the Doctor said. It knocked into the Doctor’s side next. “That is impressive hearing he's got. What's less impressive are our chances of survival.”

“Hey! Are you looking for me, sonny?” Vincent’s voice asked.

Amy opened the door to the confessional to see Vincent brandishing a chair.

“Come on, over here. Because I'm right here waiting for you.”

They climbed out of the booth.

“Come on. Quickly. Get behind me.”

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the creature. “Doing anything?” he asked.

“Uh uh,” Vincent told him.

They ran out into a courtyard.

“Where is he?” the Doctor asked.

“Where do you think he is, you idiot? Use your head.”

The Doctor tried his screwdriver again. “Anything?” he asked.

“Nothing. In fact, he seemed to rather enjoy it. Duck!”

The Doctor ducked.

“Left.”

The Doctor jumped the wrong way and got thrown against a wall.

“Right, sorry. Your right, my left,” Vincent apologized.

“This is no good at all. Run like crazy and regroup,” the Doctor said.

“Oh, come on, in here,” Amy said, spotting a door.

They ran inside the crypt and tried to shut the door, but the Krafayis stopped the door from closing.

Vincent stomped on its foot and the door finally shut.

“Right. Okay. Here's the plan. Elise, Amy, Rory”, the Doctor said.

“Who?” Amy asked.

“Sorry. Er, Vincent.”

“What is the plan?”

“I don't know, actually. My only definite plan is that in future I'm definitely just using this screwdriver for screwing in screws.”

“Give me a second. I'll be back,” Vincent said and ran off.

“I suppose we could try talking to him,” the Doctor said.

“Talking to him?” Amy asked.

“Well, yes. Might be interesting to know his side of the story. Yes, though maybe he's not really in the mood for conversation right at this precise moment.”

The Krafayis pounded on the door.

“Well, no harm trying.” The Doctor turned to face the door. “Listen. Listen! I know you can understand me, even though I know you won't understand why you can understand me. I also know that no one's talked to you for a pretty long stretch, but please, listen. I also don't belong on this planet. I also am alone.”

Elise’s head snapped up to look at him as he said that. What was he talking about? He wasn’t alone. He would never be alone again if she had her way.

“If you trust me, I'm sure we can come to some kind of, you know, understanding. And then, and then, who knows?”

The window across from them shattered, the Krafayis entering the crypt.

“Over here, mate!” Vincent yelled.

Amy, Elise, and the Doctor ran over to Vincent and hid behind a pillar.

Vincent now held his easel as a weapon.

“What's it up to now?” the Doctor asked.

“It's moving round the room. Feeling its way around”, Vincent told him.

“What?”

“It's like it's trapped. It's moving round the edges of the room.”

“I can't see a thing,” Amy said.

“I am really stupid,” the Doctor said, realizing what was going on.

“Oh, get a grip! This is not a moment to re-evaluate your self-esteem.”

“No, I am really stupid, and I'm growing old. Why does it attack but never eat its victims? And why was it abandoned by its pack and left here to die? And why is it feeling its way helplessly around the walls of the room? It can't see. It's blind. Yes, and that explains why it has such perfect hearing!” The Doctor yelled the last two words in frustration.

“Which unfortunately also explains why it is now turning around and heading straight for us,” Vincent said.

“Vincent. Vincent, what's happening?”

“It's charging now. Get back. Get back!”

“NO!”

Time seemed to slow as the Krafayis rammed into the easel, lifting Vincent into the air.

The Krafayis hit the floor and Elise ran forward. She reached out and touched the creature.

The Doctor knelt down next to his daughter, who now had her face pressed into the invisible creature as tears ran down her face. She could feel its pain, just like the Star Whale.

“He wasn't without mercy at all. He was without sight. I didn't mean that to happen. I only meant to wound it, I never meant to…” Vincent said.

“He's trying to say something,” the Doctor said.

“What is it?”

“I'm having trouble making it out, but I think he's saying, I'm afraid. I'm afraid…and…you are very kind.”

The Doctor placed a hand on the invisible creature. “There, there. Shush, shush. It’s okay, it's okay. You'll be fine. Shush.”

The creature stopped breathing and Elise let out a high pitched wail.

The Doctor picked her up, despite her trying to fight him, and cradled her to his chest as she cried.

“He was frightened, and he lashed out,” Vincent said, “Like humans who lash out when they're frightened. Like the villagers who scream at me. Like the children who throw stones at me.”

“Sometimes winning…winning is no fun at all,” the Doctor said.

“Hang on”, Amy said, “Before…someone screamed. It wasn’t me and I know it wasn’t you or Vincent”.

The three adults looked at the small Timelord and the Doctor allowed himself a small smile.

Elise had spoken and most likely not even realized.

They went outside to the churchyard and laid down in the grass.

Vincent, on one side of the Doctor and Elise on the other with Amy beside her, creating a circle.

They stared up at the night sky.

“Hold my hand, Doctor”, Vincent said.

They all joined hands.

“Try to see what I see. We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air and then, shining, burning, bursting through, the stars. Can you see how they roar their light? Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.”

Elise could see Starry Night appearing in the sky.

“I've seen many things, my friend. But you're right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see,” the Doctor told him.

“I will miss you terribly.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“I only wish I had something of real value to give you,” Vincent said as the Doctor held his self-portrait in his hands.

Amy giggled with excitement.

“Oh, no, no, no. I could never accept such an extraordinary gift,” the Doctor told him. He handed the painting back to Vincent.

“Very well. You're not the first to decline the offer. Amy, the blessed, the wonderful.”

They kissed each other on the cheek and hugged.

“Be good to yourself, and be kind to yourself,” she told him. “I'll try my best.”

“And maybe give the beard a little trim before you next kiss someone.”

“I will, I will. And if you tire of this Doctor of yours, return, and we will have children by the dozen.”

“Eek.”

“The little one.”

Vincent knelt down in front of Elise. “Keep working on your art. See the beauty in the world.”

Elise nodded.

“Doctor, my friend. We have fought monsters together and we have won. On my own, I fear I may not do as well.”

They hugged and then Elise, the Doctor, and Amy left.

As they were walking through the courtyard of Vincent’s home, the Doctor said, “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

“I was thinking I may need some food or something before we leave. I’m sure Elise is hungry too”.

Elise nodded. “Well, no, you're not thinking exactly what I'm thinking.”

The Doctor turned back to the house. “Vincent!”

Vincent popped out of the window shirtless and with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“I've got something I'd like to show you. Maybe just tidy yourself up a bit first,” the Doctor told him.

Soon they were in the alleyway where they left the TARDIS, which was covered in posters.

“Now, you know we've had quite a few chats about the possibility there might be more to life than normal people imagine?” the Doctor asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, brace yourself, Vinny.”

Vincent entered the TARDIS first, then ran outside again to look at the small blue box, and then enter the TARDIS again. “How come I'm the crazy one, and you two have stayed sane?” he asked.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Where are we?” Vincent asked as they exited the TARDIS.

“Paris, 2010 AD. And this is the mighty Musée d'Orsay, home to many of the greatest paintings in history,” the Doctor told him.

“Oh, that's wonderful.”

Two men walked by with a portable radio.

“Ignore that. I've got something more important to show you,” the Doctor said.

They entered the museum and made their way to the Van Gogh exhibit like they had a few days ago.

The Doctor walked up to Doctor Black. “Doctor Black, we met a few days ago. I asked you about the church at Auvers.”

“Oh, yes. Glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie.”

“Yes. And today is another cracker if I may say so. But I just wondered, between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?”

“Well, big question, but to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly, the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of color, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.”

Vincent, who was standing off to the side started crying.

The Doctor noticed and put a hand on his shoulder. “Vincent. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Is it too much?”

“No. They are tears of joy.”

Vincent approached Doctor Black, kissed him on both cheeks, and then hugged him. “Thank you, sir. Thank you.”

“You're welcome. You're welcome.”

“Sorry about the beard.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They landed in a field.

“This changes everything,” Vincent said as they stepped out of the TARDIS, “I'll step out tomorrow with my easel on my back a different man. I still can't believe that one of the haystacks was in the museum. How embarrassing.”

“It's been a great adventure and a great honor,” the Doctor told him.

The two of them embraced.

“You've turned out to be the first doctor ever actually to make a difference to my life.”

“I'm delighted. I won't ever forget you.”

Vincent turned to Amy. “And you are sure marriage is out of the question?”

“This time.” Amy hugged him. “I'm not really the marrying kind.” She kissed his cheek and stepped back from him. “Come on! Let's go back to the gallery right now.”

They touched back down at the Musée d'Orsay and Amy rushed out of the TARDIS.

“Time can be re-written. I know it can. Come on! Oh, the long life of Vincent Van Gogh. There'll be hundreds of new paintings.”

“I'm not sure there will.”

“Come on!”

They entered the Van Gogh exhibit and Amy was disappointed to see all the same paintings. “So you were right. No new paintings. We didn't make a difference at all.”

“I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.”

The Doctor wrapped his arms around her. “Hey. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things. And, if you look carefully, maybe we did indeed make a couple of little changes.” He pulled her over to the painting of the church.

“No Krafayis,” Amy said.

“No Krafayis,” the Doctor echoed.

Amy walked over to the painting of the sunflowers.

At the very bottom of the vase, it said, “For Amy”.

“If we had got married, our kids would have had very, very red hair,” she said.

“The ultimate ginger.”

“The ultimate ginge.”

The Doctor and Amy laughed.

“Brighter than sunflowers.”

As they were leaving the exhibit, Elise overheard something Doctor Black said. “It is said that had Vincent lived, he was planning on taking on an apprentice...”

“Who was it? Another painter?” someone asked.

“No one knows. But what is known is that it was reportedly a young girl. She was never named, but he called her the “little star”.

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor fanfiction #eleventh doctor imagine #doctor who #Doctor Who fanfiction #doctor who imagine #amy pond #amy pond imagine #vincent and the doctor

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arse-blathanna · 4 years

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C. 33 and hazel??

C33 was “You can’t take on all of this alone.” Hope you like this, anon.

As hard as Emerald tried to hide it, Hazel knew that she was putting herself under an unfair amount of pressure. Mercury was doing the same thing too, and it hurt to see because Hazel knew perfectly well that he’d once been in the same place.

Too young, too tired of the world, being forced to grow up so fast that neither of them knew how to catch themselves.

Mercury, looking after a girl because it was the only thing that he knew to do.

Emerald, wanting nothing more than someone to just reach out and offer solutions or options, and then following blindly someone who only dragged her down.

How could he not see it?

They were preparing to leave for Atlas within the next two nights. Of course they would be attending on one of the whale grimm that Salem used in place of warships, but they needed to be prepared nonetheless.

Hazel didn’t have connections in Mantle or Atlas— he never had. But a part of him desperately wanted to try and get the kinds out from under Salem’s thumb. The only problem was that Salem was armed with magic and observant. When she caught them trying to slide something out of her vision, there would be hell to pay.

All three of them were in too deep, even if the kids hadn’t known what they were involved in until it was all too late.

It was late, but Hazel felt like he had a duty to check in on them, just to make sure that they weren’t falling apart.

When he reached the door to the room that the two of them shared, Hazel heard quiet talking from behind the door. He didn’t bother to try and listen in— Mercury and Emerald were too used to being mistrusted and mistreated for him to even consider jeopardizing their trust in that way.

Hazel only knocked on the door.

The two of them both went hushed quiet behind the door. There was a quiet shuffling that he was able to make out. He could practically picture Emerald tucking herself into the back of the room and hoping to be out of sight. Mercury's footfalls approached the door, heavier than Emerald’s would ever hope to be.

“What?” Mercury growled at the door.

“It’s Hazel.”

There was a moment of quiet, then the two teenagers hissing their deliberation back and forth between each other. Hazel only waited patiently by the door, checking over his shoulder to ensure that they were all alone.

“What do you want?” Emerald asked, a hard edge to her voice that was sharper than any knife.

“To talk.” Hazel replied. “That’s all.”

“And you’re alone?”

“Yes.”

Mercury opened the door, just a crack to ensure that Hazel was in fact telling the truth. When he saw that Hazel hadn’t lied, he let it open the rest of the way before he stepped away from the door to put several feet between him and Hazel like he always did.

There was some story there. Hazel wasn’t going to assume that it was any of his business. He wasn’t like Watts who liked to pry, or Tyrian who liked to get under people’s skin and upset them for fun.

Hazel stepped into the room and made a show of him being unarmed (not that it would be of any real comfort) before he closed the door behind him.

He looked between the two teenagers, and then walked to the part of the room that was furthest from the door in an attempt to show that he wasn’t there to harm them. If they wanted to run, they could.

“What do you want?” Emerald hissed at him, pointing both of her guns at him.

Hazel waved it off. “To check in.” He said truthfully. “We’re going to be leaving for Atlas tomorrow.”

Mercury snorted. “You’re really here because of that?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for that, since you’re the one on Salem’s Team?”

“I am ready.” Hazel grumbled. “But I want to be sure that you two are too.”

“We can handle ourselves.”

“No.” Hazel sighed, leaning against the wall. “Not against her, you can’t.”

The weight of what he was saying seemed to land all at once. Emerald began to pace.

“She will have us killed.”

“Likely.” Hazel replied, not allowing himself to waver for fear of what would happen if he didn’t maintain his own clarity of mind. “Do you think that you’d be able to defend yourselves against Tyrian if the time came?”

Both of the students stood tall and cast an unsure look between each other.

Of course they couldn’t. Hazel already knew the answer but there was just no easy way to discuss it.

Emerald shifted nervously. “Why do you think this is a good idea? If you know what's going to happen if we try to run? If you know that we’re going to get killed?”

“It’s a chance.” Hazel replied. “Better than absolutely nothing and both of you know it. When will the opportunity ever show again?”

Mercury seemed to tense all at once, balling his hands into fists and gritting his teeth in frustration. Where his mind was, Hazel didn’t really know. “She’ll kill you too.”

“I can handle myself.”

“And we can’t?” Mercury snarled back, all teeth and anger and boiling rage. “I’m a trained killer, and Emerald’s the best survivor you’ll ever see. What are you?”

“Someone trying to help you.” Hazel grit back, his voice turning into more of a growl than usual. “It would be for the best if you tried to keep that in mind.”

Emerald put her hand on Mercury’s shoulder in an odd attempt to drag him down and quiet him. “You’re really serious about this?” She asked, pure determination on her face that Hazel didn’t think that he’d ever seen there before. Or rather he had seen it once, and Tyrian had capitalized upon destroying it so quickly and so quickly that Hazel hadn’t seen it since.

He’d never seen it on Emerald around Cinder. Not around Salem.

There was a fire in the girl.

Hazel nodded along. “I’m giving you both the chance. But you have to agree and be ready for any moment.”

Mercury seemed more skeptical. “And how are we supposed to get out of Mantle?”

“We’ll find a way.” Hazel replied. “An opportunity like this won’t come again.”

Emerald considered it. “Can we talk it over?”

He supposed that he couldn’t expect either of them to be willing to make a decision at the drop of a hat. Emerald’s question was far from being an unreasonable one. “You can.” Hazel said as he began to make his way over to the door, slow and careful like he was in a room full of skittish animals. “But you only have until morning to make a decision.”

Mercury stepped into Hazel’s path. “And what happens if we don’t?” He asked, voice deathly serious. “You stay with her? Continue to serve her? Or are you going no matter what?”

“I only want to save you from this.” Hazel replied, because it was true but also because he hadn’t come to a conclusion as to what his plans would be if he went alone. “If you stay, I will stay so that the two of you aren’t thrown to the wolves.”

“We'll talk it over.” Emerald cut in, her hand on Mercury’s shoulder like she was dragging him back. “We'll let you know when we’ve decided.”

“Good.” Hazel said. “That’s all I wanted.”

And then with that he was allowed to leave the room, and as he walked away from him he felt the horrible dread for what was to come begin to settle in his chest. If they chose to go with him, then he would take them as far as he could possibly manage to keep them safe. If they chose to stay by Salem, he would do the same and be their shield.

If they chose to stay, then he might have already been considering finding a way to lead them away regardless.

They were too young to fight in Salem and Ozpin’s war.

Hazel wouldn’t let them get dragged in any further, even if he’d have to die to do so.

#anon #anonymous #prompt fill #ask #ask meme #hazel rainart #mercury black #emerald sustrai #emercury if you squint #mantiswrites #oops my hand slipped #Anonymous

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nightingale63 · 4 years

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When I get you alone, babe!

A/N Enjoy! This will be a multi-chapter story: steamy like the midsummer night air, sweet as an Italian ice bought on the fairway, with twists and turns like an antique wooden rollercoaster, complete with side trips to the fun house, where illusion reigns supreme (and romance can sometimes get even steamier).This is of course somewhat AU, but McKinley is basically the same, as is Dalton. Rated T for language, and situations.I don't own Glee, or any name brands or songs that crop up here!

Yes, Rachel, I'm here now! See you in the choir room. Kurt snapped his phone shut . I'd actually get there faster if you didn't keep hounding me! he grumbled to himself. Yes, he was (checking the time) three whole minutes late, but what the hell! First day of junior year, and yes, he was impressed by her enthusiasm, but why did it also have to involve waking him up extra early?His phone vibrated again in his pocket as he strode down the halls of William McKinley High. I have coffee for you! He smiled at the text message, and decided he could forgive Rachel for this summons to a meeting.

He was almost there when he was violently shaken out of his reverie by a brutal body slam into the wall of lockers

"Hummel! Gay much? What the hell are you wearing, your granny's cologne?" Not waiting for an answer, Karofsky sauntered away with a sneer as Kurt slumped to a sitting position on the floor.

Damn! Kurt thought he'd remembered what those slams felt like, but the memory didn't compare at all to the painful original. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and looked up in surprise when he felt his shoulder being lightly tapped

"Hey! You OK?"

Kurt shook his head, took the hand extended to him, and stood up to greet… a stranger. "Uh, thanks. I'll be all right." He looked, and was pretty sure he'd never seen this guy before. He wasn't someone he would have expected help from, for sure: whoever this was, in his black skinny jeans with a black rock band shirt (who the hell were Freelance Whales?), motorcycle boots, heavy silver chains dangling from his jeans and jacket in odd places, with slicked black hair, looked scarier than Puckerman.

"Good. Later!" The stranger flashed a gorgeous smile at Kurt, and then turned to go the other way down the long hallway.

"Yeah. Later." Kurt whispered. He smiled at the retreating form of the mystery boy. He'd barely seen his face at all. Kurt wished he'd looked at his face instead of his clothes

"Kurt! Come on! Your coffee will get cold!" Rachel scurried down the hall, looking for Kurt, her patience wearing thin as she waited to get their glee strategy meeting started. "Artie, Mike, and Tina are already there!" Rachel stopped to look at Kurt, noticing he looked a little stunned. Seeing no evidence of a slushie attack, her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what was up with her friend. "Where's Finn?"

Kurt went along down the hall with her, as Rachel had gripped his arm, leading him to the choir room.

"Rachel." She looked at him, opening the door. "I know my way, you know. You don't have to lead me around like some kind of frantic seeing eye dog!" He was about to launch into a snarky remark about Finn not living in his back pocket when Rachel handed him a cup from the Lima Bean. He took his first sip, pure heaven, and looked down at Rachel, whose eyes suddenly brightened: Finn had slipped in just behind them. "Sorry, Rach, you didn't deserve that. And thank you so much for getting me this."

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Kurt was glad Mike was in his honors English class. It was right before lunch, and they both had the same lunch period, which meant he wouldn't have to go alone to the caf to find the glee club table. They'd chatted about the heavy reading list, gotten out their lunches (neither one of them liked the school food) and settled in to wait for more friends to join them at a table outside.

"I said get away from my stuff!"

Their heads snapped at the very angry,very loud voice a few tables away, on the outside rim of the enclosed courtyard. Kurt recognized the boy who was yelling: the stranger from this morning..

"Hey! it was an honest mistake, all right? My bag looks just like yours. Sorry!"

Mike recognized the boy who was backing away fast, Justin Mara, from his AP Bio class.

"Maybe we need to make them look a little more different, asshole!" Justin watched fearfully as the boy reached to throw something at him, and Kurt and Mike were horrified to hear the thunk of a knife thrown with great force at the bag, right in front of Justin's chest.Kurt looked on, terrified.

Slushies and getting slammed were routine occurrences at McKinley, as was the occasional trip into a dumpster. But knives? He hadn't seen anyone with one at this school, let alone witnessed one being thrown like that. The jocks clustered at the table near where Justin had been standing just sat there, mouths opened wide, as Justin fled without another word. They moved away a bit as the boy sat at the table next to them that Justin had just vacated.Finn and Brittany sat down next to Kurt, as Mike leaned over, saying, "I'm going to go check on Justin. Catch you later, Kurt."

"Everything OK, Kurt? You, um, don't look too good right now." Finn frowned at Mike's retreating form

."Fine. I'm fine. You didn't see anything, did you?" Kurt glanced over to where the new boy was calmly eating his lunch. He really wanted to get a better look, but brought his gaze back to Finn.

"No! What? Did I miss something?

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"Porcelain!"

Kurt turned, sighing, ready to see what Coach Sue Sylvester wanted this time. The first glee meeting had gone about like he'd thought it would; Mr. Schue had weird ideas to increase their numbers, Rachel wanted to start planning right away for Sectionals (and of course had songs picked out); not much singing this first day. He was tired; ready to go home, thirsty, hot

."Yes?"

"I'm hoping you've reconsidered your ill-advised decision from last year. You know you want back in."

Kurt could only shake his head. "Ah, Coach Sylvester, by the way, the name is Kurt, and I think I'm going to say no to what I can only assume is your invitation to re-join the Cheerios."

Sue's eyes narrowed as she considered the teen in front of her.

"You're making a mistake, Porcelain, but I'm sure you'll come around. I've got some numbers planned out for you, and you know you loved it." She smirked at Kurt.

"See Becky to get your measurements re-done; looks like you've grown some since last year."

Kurt rolled his eyes. He knew his measurements in detail; how else to create his own fashions? As if he'd let Sue's minion put a tape measure anywhere on his body! He had, in fact, enjoyed some aspects of his time in the Cheerios quite a lot, but he really didn't have time for this. He smiled at Sue sweetly. "Bye Coach."

He was almost giddy at the Coach's look of frustration as he walked away from her.

Glee let out almost as late as the sports practices today, and he headed towards his beloved Navigator in the nearly deserted student parking lot. Kurt's mind was preoccupied with anticipating getting home, getting rehydrated, and maybe vegging out with reruns of Project Runway.

"Nice ride."

Kurt blanched as the new kid from earlier today suddenly came up behind him.

"Thanks."

He had no idea what to say, and this throat was instantly dry, noting that he was completely alone with this guy – who'd been nice, friendly even, this morning, and then revealed himself to be a scary, knife-throwing nut at lunch.

"You all right?"

The guy was looking at him with concern. Kurt relaxed a little. He certainly didn't look like a threat, for now.

"Yes! Fine!"

Why was he here? Kurt decided to try talking to him as he were any other new student. He was glad for an excuse to look at the boy's face. "My name's Kurt."

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Kurt saw his face light up with a smile. And those eyes – he had hazel eyes framed by long lashes, topped with black triangular eyebrows. Why, Kurt wondered, did he look so damned amused? Had he done anything funny? How did someone dressed like such a fashion disaster manage to look so amazingly hot?"You're new here, aren't you?" he managed to say, congratulating himself on not slipping into his highest register.

"Yup," Blaine said. "Moved here this summer. I'm a junior."

Well, Kurt thought, this conversation was going surprisingly normally. If you can call normal having a conversation with a guy in goth-meets-biker gear who throws knives when he gets pissed normal. Somehow he didn't feel like he was in any danger, and part of his mind wondered why that should be so.

"Junior. Me too." Brilliant, Kurt, he thought to himself. He must have paused too long, as he noticed Blaine started to speak again.

"Well, Kurt. Nice to know the name that goes with the face. See you around!" With that, Blaine nodded in a friendly way in Kurt's direction as he started towards his motorcycle parked further out.

"Right! See you tomorrow. I guess." Kurt watched him walk away for a moment before getting his keys out. Damn! Maybe those pants at least weren't a fashion disaster. Not on him anyway. OK! he thought, enough! I don't even want to know what would happen if he caught me staring at him in those skin tight jeans!

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Blaine pulled into the driveway of the little house he and his mom had moved into a couple of weeks ago. Her family in the area had all offered to take them in, but she'd gently turned them all down, preferring instead to move into their own place a couple of weeks before the semester started. It was smaller than he was used to, but he liked it more: his parents' fights, which alternated with periods of uncomfortable chilliness, had been hard to be around. Much as he'd hated the idea of them divorcing, he couldn't help but see that his mom actually seemed more relaxed now.

Letting himself in, he dumped his bag into his room and shed his outfit in what his mom would describe as the messiest way possible: jacket, shirt, socks, chains, exploding all over the room. He did use care however, with his knives and holsters, laying them out on the top of his dresser. He didn't regret losing the one he'd thrown at lunchtime: he grimaced for a moment, musing that it was a worthy investment. The table full of jocks? They hadn't said a word, including the Neanderthal who'd pushed that boy into the locker first thing this morning.

Blaine peeled off his sweaty socks, leaving them unceremoniously on the floor, as he loped over to the shower. He'd waited after school, so long he thought maybe he'd missed him, but had been glad to find that he hadn't: he'd wanted to stay to make sure the beautiful boy from the morning made it to his car without getting bullied again. Kurt. He'd seemed nervous, but when he'd finally smiled – wow. Blaine made a mental note to ask Justin about him later tonight

.A/N: So, badboy!Blaine ... consider yourselves introduced, dear readers. I will update again soon, and would welcome any feedback, comments, speculation

This is the first chapter, written so long ago, in a fic I wrote that is now on Chapter 117. Check it out if you’re in the mood for a long fic...

…https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8315415/1/When-I-get-you-alone-babe

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megexpress · 5 years

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pls talk more about arthur being a little damsel-y because I loved that too AND THEY ARE ADORABLE (plus they're both impulsive, just in different ways, and it's hilarious)

Okay, keep in mind I am no movie critic and therefore probably won’t explain anything well enough. I’m just going to scream more about Aquaman because… yes. Spoilers ahoy!

Also, this will go under a cut because, lol, this got long. Is anyone surprised?

From what I remember of the ONE media class I took (aka I’m no expert and probably shouldn’t be tackling this topic but here we are), the male damsel in distress is never as in dire need as the female damsel - aka the men usually get themselves out of the situation to show off their amazing I USED A PACK OF GUM TO EXTRACT MYSELF FROM MY HANDCUFFS, EVADE 150 GUARDS, AND JUMP A MOAT escaping skills. Most of them are saved by men OR, if they are saved by a woman, the woman usually has to use her “feminine whiles” to do so, if you know what I mean.

Thankfully, Arthur is always saved by women and they never have to be sexual to do it. Instead, the women kick ass so hard that I was clutching my arm rest to keep from jumping up and down. I wouldn’t go so far as to say Arthur is a full-blown damsel in distress. Arthur is very capable of holding his own (he’s a hero for a reason), but there were many moments where he needed help to either get out of trouble and/or evade death. So, yeah, he got damsel in distress-y (and truly so - not the shitty male version).

The first time Arthur is saved is by Atlanna. Instead of his father being the BAMF, it’s his mother kicking Atlantian ass (I have never been more attracted to Nicole Kidman). Tom cowers in the corner, shielding Arthur from danger. The only time Arthur witnesses Tom get in on the action is to throw Atlanna her trident (we love a supportive partner). Tbh, the one true damsel in this film is Tom. A lover, not a fighter. I like to believe that this is what gives Arthur his softness - growing up with a father figure as sweet and kind as Tom. I understand Arthur is a child here, but I feel like this scene is pivotal in explaining Arthur’s respect for women and why he doesn’t feel emasculated by a woman saving him. Atlanna sacrifices herself to protect her family; a sacrifice Arthur later opposes Mera take, btw. The love between his parents reflects his own gentleness towards Mera; a pureness mirroring the true love his parents have. But, I digress.

The second time Arthur needs saving is less obvious, so you can choose whether or not to count it. Arthur gets lost after the tsunami hits and cannot find his dad until Mera, the glowing goddess of his dreams, comes to the rescue. Arthur finds Tom not breathing and panics until Mera, once again, helps. Arthur immediately asks her name so he can properly thank her. Had Arthur alone found his dad, the panic would have taken over and he wouldn’t have been able to save him. Knowing Arthur’s impulsivity and proclivity to fight-first-ask-later, he surely would’ve lashed out at Orm and gotten himself killed. Mera saves both men, one from near-death and the other preemptively from his own floundering impulsivity.

The third time Arthur needs saving, he doesn’t get it immediately and we get to see the consequences of that. During the meeting with Vulko and Mera, Vulko prevents Mera from intervening in the attack. Arthur is subsequently arrested and impulsively agrees to duel Orm (ffs, Arthur) where he gets his ass kicked. He surely would have died had Mera not provided an escape. Instead of helplessly watching from the sidelines, Mera realizes it is an execution and saves Arthur. Arthur never says he could have handled it; is never angry that she intervened. Instead, he asks her what the plan is, trusting she is already ten steps ahead of him. At this point, Mera has had no need of saving, yet Arthur has. A reversed trope I can appreciate. Only after Mera has provided the initial escape does Arthur finally help save her (and himself) from recapture. However, this situation isn’t as clear. There is no guarantee that they would have been captured. For all we know, they could have swam amidst the pod of whales and escaped. Mera provided the dire escape, Arthur provided a secondary (and less needed, imo) escape. Arthur saved Mera here, but she saved him first.

The fourth instance isn’t that Arthur needs saving but that he passes out in Mera’s arms. When they get attacked in Italy, they split up. No panic for the other since they both know that they are capable of holding their own. In tons of movies there are instances when the hero sees the heroine being attacked, stops to watch, and is either hurt or attempts to intervene. That doesn’t happen in this movie. Mera kicks her own ass and the camera pans intermittently between her fight and Arthur’s. The difference is, Mera doesn’t pass out in the end. Arthur does. In her arms. As she repeats his name to try to awaken him. Arthur won his fight, but took really hard hits while Mera barely gets scratched. There aren’t many instances in films where both the hero and heroine fight their own battles only to reunite and have the hero pass out in the heroine’s arms. Mera gets to scream Arthur’s name in fear for his life and later hold his unconscious body. Yes, give me that sweet AquaMera content, I beg of you, DC.

Arthur isn’t waiting to be saved by the end of the film, but there are so many moments throughout where he gets a little damsel-y. His impulsivity and reliance on brute strength gets him in trouble and he needs to be bailed out by Mera. They are minor instances that are fascinating to behold, and I love it. Mera is saved less frequently in less serious instances by Arthur. In fact, the only time she gets truly hurt (with Arthur screaming her name BYE) and nearly dies, she is rescued by another woman - Atlanna. My favourite moments are when Mera and Arthur are both fighting their own battles, not needing the other to be saved, and playing off each other’s abilities and strengths (this is probably best demonstrated during the boat battle scene). None of the ladies need to display their body parts to save the hero or flirt or any of that nonsense. They get by with their own abilities and are just as capable as the men, if not more so. I mean, Karathen (the big scary monster guarding the trident) is voiced by Julie Andrews - the women are just superb in this film. They are allowed to save the men without it being thrown in their face or be ridiculed. They are allowed to be emotionally vulnerable, just as the men are. The kindness and badassery by using that kindness in this film is outstanding, honestly.

Aquaman is a nice balance between male and female strength. Arthur is allowed to rely on the women in his life. The moments when he gets damsel-y are focused on and are used to forward the plot whereas Mera’s moments of “being saved” are simply moments the film seems to gloss over - unusual for hero films and, honestly, movies in general.

Sorry that this got super lengthy and took me a while to get to. It’s probably not what you were expecting, anon, but I love screaming about Aquaman. Thanks~

#Aquaman #Arthur Curry #AquaMera #Aquaman spoilers #spoilers #my brother said he'd go see it w/ me WOO #if someone tackles the differences btwn AquaMera's impulsivity pls tag me

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thedeviltohisangel · 5 years

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You Say It Softly//6//We Worked Too Hard For This

The birth of Jim & Leah’s son.

warnings associated with labor and delivery scenes.

in honor of @langdonslove birthday!

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Leah could barely find the energy to get out of bed most mornings now. Her stomach had swelled to an impossible size and with it had gone her will to do the most mundane of things. Part of her felt bad for Jim. She would wake up, curse his name for putting his spawn inside of her and caging her to this life of immobility. He would make her breakfast of nutella on toast and extra crispy bacon and no matter how badly she wanted to devour the whole thing, his baby was taking up all the room and she could only muster a small portion.

“I hate you.” The frustrated tears always came next. Everything bothered her on such a large scale and it was mainly the fact that their baby was two weeks late. Two extra weeks of feeling like a beached whale. Two extra weeks of kicking Jim out of bed because he was too warm and she was sweating and she couldn’t breathe. Two extra weeks of psychological warfare over how good of a mother she would or would not be.

“I know, baby. When little one comes it will all be worth it, right?” She looked at Jim skeptically from where he knelt next to her side of the bed.

“Only if they have your blue eyes. If they don’t, I want a refund.”

“Okay, baby, I’m sure we can arrange that.” Jim had never been in the business of disagreeing with her but recently he had made it his life mission to always be on her side. He was indeed partially responsible for the state she found herself in so he shoulder all her irritability like a champ. His shoulders were strong enough to carry any burdens she needed to shed. He was made to be that for her, he thinks.

“When you get back from your sister’s, can we go out to dinner tonight? I feel like the house is suffocating me.” His lips pressed themselves gently up her arms in an agreeable and hopefully soothing manner.

“What’re you craving?”

“Everything. I can’t even put a name to it, Sprinkles.”

“I’m sorry you’re feeling so miserable, Sugar. You know I wish I could make it go away and if you think of anything I can do…”

“I’ll tell you. I promise.” She winced slightly as a tight pain rippled through the underside of her baby bump. “These stupid Braxton-Hicks.” Jim lent her the warmth of his palm on the spot where he knew the pain was. The false labor pains had been coming and going and he knew exactly where she needed her muscles to be eased and soothed.

“No chance they’re real, Sugar?”

“No they feel exactly the same as they have been. My doctor thinks I’ll be able to tell the difference.” Leah had taken the time away from work with her maternity leave to refocus her mind and become more in tune with her own body. She had started going to a meditation group and doing yoga and testing healthy juice recipes. Jim hadn’t been the biggest fan of that phase of exploration.

“You sure you’ll be okay while I’m with Medina? I’ll stay home if you want me to. Need me to. No shame in asking.”

“I’ll be fine. I want you two to go to that beach. You’ve been gushing about the waves for months. Women have had babies in caves. I’ll be okay.” He watched her for a few more moments to make sure she was being honest with him before he stood and pressed a kiss to the center of her forehead. As soon as Leah heard the front door shut from him leaving, she felt lonely. She had run out of things to do but had seen the twinkle in Jim’s eye when discussing this surfing day trip that he had been planning with Medina and nothing was going to make her happier than watching him go on it and have fun. They didn’t know how much time they’d have to do things like that once the baby came so she wanted him to take all the opportunities he could while it was still them. Leah also knew that his relationship with his sister was beyond important to him so she wanted to make sure he kept nurturing that as well. Medina was never in California for too long, taking her freedom to travel around the world and never be in the same place for too long. Leah and Jim hadn’t planned on fully settling down at this point in their lives but the surprise addition to their family had required it and they were more than happy to oblige.

When Leah finally found the wherewithal to swing her legs over the side of her bed and stand on her feet, a flashing shot of pain ripped its way through her lower back. She fell to the floor with a silent cry at the feeling. “Oh my God, fuck.” She kneaded the heel of her hand into the spot in the hopes it would go away and it didn’t. A piece of her mind was remembering the conversation she had had with her doctor the last time she went about back labor. How Leah’s back muscles seemed to carry a lot more tension in them than her abdominal muscles did. And her next thought followed that she had promised Jim she would call if the pain felt different. And the pain was feeling way way different and way way worse. She grimaced as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and dialed his number, rubbing her bump with a grimace as she waited.

“Hey, this is Jim, leave a message and I’ll call you back.”

“Hi Jimmy, it’s me,” she paused and let out a gasp of pain as the next wave overtook her, “I think the baby is coming...Like really actually. Call me when you get this so I know how long it will take you to get home. If I don’t hear back from you within an hour, I’m going to try and get myself to the hospital...I love you, Jim, and I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you so hurry home.” She hung up and sat staring at her phone for a few minutes in the hopes Jim would immediately get back to her. 10 minutes passed. 20 minutes passed. Her screen stayed black. No doubt he was out in the waves and his phone had been left on the beach. There was no telling when he would get her message.

It was then that the panic began to set in. What if Jim didn’t even get her message in time to make it to the hospital for the birth of their child? What if she had to do all of it alone? The stress she and her unborn child were putting her under was beginning to make her dizzy. It was then that she was starting to get concerned. The room was refusing to stay still and it felt as though her whole body was spinning around with it. Phone. Call. Doctor. Those were the three words that began to ring through her mind. Something was wrong and she needed help. She was scared of being alone and feeling so out of control of her body. For a brief moment she thinks this was what Jim must have felt like. The night on the beach when he was dying. As if the whole world was going to keep on spinning without you knowing about it. Without caring how you felt or how it happened. Maybe Jim would come and save her the way she had saved him so many times before but wishing and hoping was futile, she had to act. Leah closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths in the name of readying herself to get up. Part of her thinks it was her new maternal instinct kicking in. She had to get somewhere safe for her baby. Lying on the floor of her bedroom was not safe for her baby and that needed to change.

Her fingers finally found purchase on her phone and she quickly went into her contacts to reach her doctor.

“Dr. Khalilah’s office how-”

“It’s Leah Mason. I’m, oh shit fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence as the next contraction wrapped around from her back to her stomach and weaved down her legs.

“Let me get the Doctor, Mrs. Mason, hold on.” She was vaguely aware of the muffled sounds of voices on the other end of the line but was too preoccupied with fighting the nausea rising up her throat to try and decipher what they were saying.

“Leah? Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m in active labor. My back hurts like someone is driving a hot stake into and ripping it around my skin and I’m going to throw up and I’m so dizzy.”

“Okay, okay. I need you to breathe for me, first and foremost. Calmly, I want you to get your husband and get in the car and head to the hospital, okay? I’ll meet you there.”

“I can’t find Jim! That’s the fucking problem, Doctor, pardon my language. I can’t drive myself...What do I do?” Her breaths had turned into pants. The sweat was beginning to become ever present on her skin and she was trying to remind herself that she was strong and capable and that her and Jim were so badly looking forward to this baby so she had to pull through for all their sakes. Part of her felt a little stupid at her pleas, she was a doctor herself after all and had thought she’d be able to handle something like this with a clear and level head. With absolute ease. That was the kind of person she had always been. People always came to Leah with their problems knowing they could talk her into thinking everything was okay and to approach the problem with a clear head and steady heart. All of that had been part of the birth plan she had meticulously written out with Jim but now it was all being thrown out the window.

“Leah, I’m going to send a midwife to your house to assess the situation and help you from there okay?” She looked down at the wet patch forming on her carpet.

“Please hurry...I think my water just broke.”

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“Medina she’s not fucking answering! Fucking hell move you idiot!” Jim leaned over from the passenger side and wailed on the horn.

“Jim! Calm down, okay? This is why I told you that you couldn’t drive.”

“If I miss the birth of my child because that Honda can’t step on the gas, I will kill them.” He dialed his wife’s phone again and got her voicemail...again. Jim had listened to her message on the beach with a racing heart and broad smile. For a moment he let himself breathe it in. That by the end of the day he was going to be a father. He was going to start on the right foot with his child and fix all the mistakes his parents had made with him. He was going to make sure his child never felt the way he felt, that they always knew they were loved and cherished and irreplaceable. That his child knew they always had a home in his arms. It was when he looked at the time stamp and realized it had been almost two hours since her one hour time limit that he began to panic. He yelled for his sister and began to shove all his belongings back into his bag and sprint towards the car.

“We’ll be at the hospital in...twenty minutes.”

“I’m letting her down. Fuck, Medina, she does so much for me and why am I constantly letting her down?”

“You’re not. I promise you that she doesn’t think that. First babies take so long to come. You’ll make it in plenty of time to hold her hand and feed her ice chips.” The car was quiet for a moment before Jim spoke again.

“I’m gonna be a dad. My whole life is going to change.”

“It’s a good change, Jimmy. The happiest of changes we could ever hope for.” Medina rubbed at his thigh in a comforting manner with a smile on her face. She was so proud of her brother and where he had gotten. If Leah was able to make him so happy she could only imagine the effect their baby would have on him. In her mind, Jim deserved the absolute world and she couldn’t be happier that he was finally getting it.

Medina let him run out of the car as soon as they pulled up to the hospital, assuring Jim she would find a place to park. He made his way to the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital within record timing and was breathing like he had ran a marathon by the time he reached the receptionists desk.

“My wife, Leah Mason, she’s here giving birth. I need to be with her.”

“Can I see your ID?” His hands were shaking as he pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed the plastic over to the women. “We have no one here by that name.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Jim!” He turned to look at his sister running out from the elevator with her phone extended towards him. “It’s Leah.” Jim grabbed the phone from her hands and held it to his ear like a lifeline.

“Leah? I’m at the hospital what’s your room number? Are you okay? How are you feeling? Please tell me the baby hasn’t come yet.”

“Come home I’m-” she heard a pained moan come out of her mouth and the sounds of a woman’s voice coaching her through the contraction. “There’s been a change of plans. We’re having a home birth.”

“Fuck okay I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Please hurry. I don’t think I can do this without you.” It was only on rare occasions that Jim heard Leah’s voice get small.

“You won’t have to. I love you so much and I can’t wait to be with you and our baby.”

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He didn’t even let Medina come to a full stop in his driveway before he was out of his car and taking his front steps like a gazelle. “Leah!” Jim tripped in his haste to get up the stairs but didn’t even register the burning in his shins as his wife crying out in pain reached his ears.

“Oh, you’re here.” Leah cried with the relief at the sight of Jim, her Jim, stumbling into their bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed with her, pressing anxious kisses over every inch of her face and running his hands all over her stomach to see if anything had changed since this morning. “Jimmy it hurts so bad.”

“I know, my love, I know. But I’m here now and I’m going to try and share in as much of the pain as possible, okay?” She nodded and tucked her head into his shoulder, biting down on his skin as the next wave came. Jim bit back the expletives that wanted to fall from his mouth because she needed him to be strong and take some of the pain off her shoulders. She was birthing his child, the least he could do was keep his mouth shut. “How does everything look?” The midwife was peering between his wife’s legs.

“Only a couple more centimeters to go and I think she will be ready to start pushing.”

“We had...We had discussed a water birth. Is that still possible to do at home?” Jim took the washcloth the woman handed to him and began to dab gently at Leah’s forehead. The two had been lying in bed one night talking about how the beach and the water had been where all the important moments in their life had taken place. It only seemed fitting for the water to welcome their child into the world.

“Of course. You’ve got her so I can go get your tub ready?” He looked down at his wife; beat red in the face, hair matted to her forehead and pained moans falling from her mouth in a steady stream. If there was anytime she needed him, it was now.

“Yeah I’ve got her.” And he always would. They were partners and soulmates and every other word that meant you could not have one without the other.

“Jim? Can I tell you something?” He adjusted himself so her back was resting against his chest, Leah grabbing his collar so her lips were right up against his ear. “You ever put your dick inside me without a condom again and I’ll cut it off.”

“Okay, Sugar.” He knew it was the pain talking because she had told him numerous times that she wanted the largest possible family her ovaries and uterus would allow. Jim knew that when it was all said and done and they were holding their baby, she’d be thinking differently. It might have been crazy but Jim already couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

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After two more hours of Leah writhing in pain, she started to feel the urge to push. The midwife and Jim helped her into the tub, a groan of somewhat relief washing over her as the warm water lapped at her skin.

“Alright, Mrs. Mason, put your legs over the sides and let me get a good glimpse of what it happening down there.” Jim held her hand and moved down so he could look at the same view as the midwife. “That little brown fuzz? Can you see it?”

“Yeah,” the word came out of his mouth in awe. That was his baby. Jim was inches away from meeting his child.

“Leah you’ll be crowning in a few more pushes, you’ll feel burning but it’s okay and normal.”

“Jim...in the tub.” He nodded frantically and undressed down to his underwear so he could slip in behind her. “Oh God!” The burning she had been warned about started encroaching and it showed no signs of reaching it’s peak.

“Stop pushing for just one moment dear. Let yourself stretch for the head and shoulders.”

“You got this, baby, you’re so strong and I’m right here with you and I love you so much,” Jim whispered into her ear. She had a death grip on his hands and nodded along to all of his words of encouragement, absorbing them and letting them help her power through the arrival of their child.

“Dad, why don’t you lean forward so you can get ready to catch your baby.” It took Jim a moment to realize that she was talking to him, that he was a dad now, he was someone’s dad now. His hands rubbed soothingly at Leah’s inner thighs as he placed his hands where their child was appearing slowly but surely. The head slipped into Jim’s cupped hands, their shoulders coming with a particularly loud groan from Leah before Jim was cradling his child and pulling them out of the water.

“It’s a boy!” Jim called as the baby, his son, began to wail at this newfound environment, at the loss of his cozy home inside his mother. Tears were streaming down his face as he brought his arms forward so the squirming boy could meet his mother.

“Oh look at you...look at him, Jim. He’s the most beautiful thing in the whole world. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” Leah was sobbing with happiness and tiredness but she could feel no pain. All of the discomfort and agony that had been there only moments before was gone as she cradled her newborn son against her chest. He had quieted down slightly and opened his eyes, the tears falling down Jim’s cheeks faster as he looked into the eyes of his son.

“Hi,” he cooed as his finger traced over his son’s silken cheeks. “We’ve waited so long to meet you my little baby.”

“You want to come with me Dad to cut the cord and while I make sure everything is okay with your beautiful little boy?” Leah handed the baby to the midwife as Jim stood up behind her and wrapped himself in a towel.

“He’s here, Sprinkles,” Leah whispered with excitement as Jim bent down next to her, kissing her soundly on the lips.

“I’m so proud of you, Sugar. I didn’t think it was possible to love you more but watching how strong you were…” Jim took the scissors from the midwife as she offered them and cut the umbilical cord cleanly.

“Go be with our son. Make sure everything’s okay.” He kissed her once again before going to peer over the midwife’s shoulder as she performed the Apgar test, their little boy passing with flying colors.

“Let’s get mama out of the bath so she can cuddle you probably...maybe try feeding him?” Leah nodded eagerly, Jim holding their son against his chest as the women helped her stand and wrapped her in a fluffy robe. He followed closely behind as she sank down onto her side of the bed, wiggling her fingers towards her little baby. He fell quiet as the sound of his mother’s heartbeat entered his ears. The one thing in this crazy new world that was the same as his old world. “Have you two thought of a name?”

“William. William James Mason.”

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Jim looked down at his son who was resting against his shirtless chest as Leah traced over the shell of his ear.

“He looks like you when he’s asleep,” she murmured. She was barely keeping her eyes open but didn’t want to miss a moment of time with her new son.

“Definitely got your nose though.” Leah smiled up at Jim.

“Only us would have our child come into the world in such a nutso way...I’m glad Medina got to meet him already.” Once the midwife had left and Jim had helped Leah change into her comfiest pajamas and settle back under the covers with William, Jim had Medina come upstairs from where she had been lounging around in their living room. She had cried at the first sight of her nephew. If anyone knew how far Jim had come and how much he deserved the happiness that he was feeling it was Medina. She hugged Jim and they both cried in celebration of how their lives had turned out exactly the way that had always dreamed they would. Medina sat down next to Leah and carefully held her nephew for this first time, his newborn smell making her smile.

“Welcome to the tribe, little buddy,” she had whispered against his wrinkled forehead.

“Did you call your mom?” Leah asked as Jim pressed his lips onto his son’s head.

“Yeah and my dad. My dad is in Paris so he can’t come by for a week or so anyways. Mom...Mom is going through another spell where she can’t leave her house so I don’t know when we’ll see her.”

“If it’s important to you, Jim, then we can go see her.”

“It’s not that important to me.” Sandy had made herself very clear ever since she had known Leah was in her son’s life that she didn’t like her and wanted her to leave. Jim wanted none of that toxic energy anywhere near his son. He would be kept a pure ball of light and love as long as Jim could help it. “What about your parents?”

“They were happy...they both made a comment about if you were actually there or not but I’ll have them come by when you’re not here or I’ll go to there house by myself this week.” Leah’s parents harbored a resentment towards Jim and his past substance abuse. No matter how many times it was displayed or told that he was a changed man, they refused to let go of their grudge. Leah had went on to be a doctor in order to prove that she still could even with Jim in her life.

“Why are our parents like this?”

“Doesn’t matter because we won’t be anything like them. William will always be loved and accepted by us. He’ll never have to worry that we aren’t there to catch him when he falls.” The two of them closed the distance between their lips so they could kiss again. Something about becoming parents had made it so they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. “I love you, Jim Mason, let’s have another baby.”

“I’ll start the six week countdown.” They both laughed, freezing when the baby began to stir on his father’s chest. He let out the beginnings of a wail and Jim promptly sat up. “It’s okay, little one, mama and dada are here. You’re okay.” He stepped carefully off the bed so he could could sway his hips and walk around the room, the rocking motion having comforted his son back to sleep only a couple hours earlier.

“He might be hungry. Let me try to feed him.” The first time with the midwife hadn’t been that successful. William had rooted around her nipple but refused to latch. It was when Leah started tearing up with frustration that the midwife had recommended they try again some other time.

“Remember, Sugar, it’s okay if he doesn’t latch. We can still get him nutrients elsewhere.” That had been her initial attack of panic when the midwife had taken William from her and offered a bottle instead. That if he wouldn’t or couldn’t latch and get access to her breastmilk, he would somehow suffer.

“I know. I just read so much about what a bond it is for a woman and her child...I want that feeling.” Jim had already seen the natural connection between his wife and son, noticed the way William’s eyes seemed to be constantly looking for his mother and the way his face turned to her instantly when her voice reached his ears. But he didn’t want to discount her feelings or deny her of all the things she had been dreaming about for the past nine months. Jim helped her get William settled in the crook of her arm and watched as her hand gently guiding his lips towards her nipple. “Mommy doesn’t want you to be hungry and uncomfortable my love. Let Mommy help you fill your little tummy.” Jim held his breath as his son continued to root around before finally finding purchase, latching on and sucking his mother’s milk into his mouth with ease.

“Is he doing it?” Jim wanted to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him but when Leah looked up from their son with tearful eyes and a nod he knew it was everything she had ever dreamed it could be.

“It’s ticklish. But I feel like all the pieces of the puzzle are fitting together.” It was then that William opened his eyes and looked at his mother as he continued to pull milk into his empty stomach. “I’ve never been happier, Jim. Thank you for giving him to me.” Jim kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder from where she had opened her top up to give William access to food.

“Thank you, Leah. For the life you’ve given me the opportunity to build. For the family we’ve started together. For putting the smile back on my face all those years ago.” She smiled and turned back to watch her son. Jim couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he watched the two most important in the world to him interact. His heart was at peace. The two people he loved the most were warm and happy and safe and with him. Jim Mason doesn’t think life got any better than this and he doesn’t know who to thank for giving him such a beautiful second chance but he knew this time he wouldn’t screw it up. He had two things worth living for and nothing could take them away from him. Not even the ocean could keep him from his tribe. For the first time in a long time, Jim Mason was home.

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thejollyroger-writer · 5 years

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Met by Moonlight, Chapter Fifteen: Emma

A/N: Once again, I'm sorry this chapter took so long. There's only four weeks left of the semester, and I'm hoping to have this finished by the time spring semester starts in January. Just a few chapters left! Thank you all for sticking around this long!!

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Getting him back on his feet proves to be more difficult than any of them ever thought it would be. It's not that Killian doesn't want his life to be back to normal— in fact, most of their problems stem from him being perhaps too enthusiastic about returning to normal. Per Dr. Whale’s recommendations, he is spending no more than half an hour at a time on work, stopping for at least hour-long breaks before returning, sleeping on a more defined schedule than he's ever had and not driving himself anywhere.

And it's driving him mad, Emma can tell.

But none of these things are the problem. The problem is the amount of work that has accrued itself since the day he was taken to the hospital overwhelming him to no end.

Literally. It feels like it is never going to end.

He's been back for a week, having gone to all three of his classes with Emma beside him taking notes and making sure he’s feeling okay. Which brings them to Thursday night, Killian sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, Emma behind him, running her hands down his back.

The room is quiet. It's been quiet for a few minutes now, since Killian slammed his copy of Hamlet shut and threw it on the floor in anger. Emma can tell that he is upset: his back is tight, his jaw clenching and unclenching from where Emma can see his profile. He keeps running his fingers through his hair, pushing it up off his head before flattening it again, and his breaths are labored, hard enough to move his whole back under Emma's hands.

“I don't know if I can do this.”

Even as a hushed whisper, Killian's voice still startles her. He sounds small, worried— helpless, Emma can't stop herself from thinking.

She wants to respond, wants to assure him that he'll be fine, that he can get through it, but all of her words are stuck in her chest.

As much as she wants them to, the words don’t just come out.

Her hands are still on his back, feeling the muscles spasm under her fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, suddenly taken aback by his outburst, and it finally startles the breath out of her that was stuck in her chest. In a single movement, he is up off the bed and across the room. She wants to move to him, cross the room to stand beside him, to comfort him, but she is still stuck.

Especially when he turns around, the fire in his eyes blazing a hole right through her soul. Again, she is rendered speechless.

"You don't know if can do this either, do you?"

She holds eye contact with him for another moment until it is too much for her, and she drops her gaze to the floor.

His hands, which he had crossed over his chest, suddenly fly to his hair, his fingers carding through the strands there and his prosthetic clamped on the back of his neck.

"Killian," she manages, her voice hoarse in the back of her throat, but She can say nothing else, though she does try to meet his eyes again.

"Tell me you think I can do it, Emma."

Slowly, she swallows, trying to wet her throat enough to reply, but she can still get nothing to come out.

"Emma," he pleads, but neither of them move a muscle, eyes locked in an intense stare. She can feel her eyes watering, can't stop the quivering of her lip, but can still not bring herself to respond. "Please.”

But when she still can’t say anything, he turns away from her, facing the window, completely silent for a few terribly long moments.

"Just go," he says. Emma stands up slowly but moves no further than that. When he realizes this, he continues, "Please, just—leave me alone for a while."

Finally, she regains control of her own body, staring at him for another moment before catching the tear that slides down her cheek and turning towards the door.

"I'm sorry," she mouths, but honestly has no idea whether any sound has come out, then walks to the door and lets herself out. Pausing there for a moment, she leans her back against the wall, turning her eyes up towards the ceiling. She stops a few more tears from falling with the palms of her hands, letting out along, shaky breath.

"Shit."

She takes another breath, somehow suddenly able to breathe in the air of the living room even though she couldn't manage in Killian's bedroom.

Returning to her room doesn't seem line the right thing to do—she's spent so much time in Kilian's lately that she fears the silence of her own room might just drive her insane. So she does the next best thing, and makes her way to the kitchen. Her backpack is sitting on the couch as she passes it, and after a moment of thought, she hoists it over her shoulder to bring it with her to the kitchen.

Busying herself as much as she can, she fills a mug with milk and places it in the microwave, trying to focus on anything but how much she knows she just hurt Killian. Which is how she ends up two hours later, on her third cup of hot chocolate with a dozen critical essays on modernized Shakespeare stories spread out across the table in front of her.

Two hours later, when August returns home from his Thursday night bartending shift.

When August walks through the door and realizes she is there, he stops for a moment in the doorway, dumbstruck by her presence there.

"Hello, Emma," he says, completely taken aback, but not as much as Emma seems to be, noticeably jumping when he speaks.

He can’t help but chuckle at her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just thrown off by your being awake and… in the kitchen.”

Running her fingers across the hair on the top of her head, catching the pieces that have fallen out of her braid, she sits up straight for what feels like the first time in days.

Fuck, it just well might be.

“Sorry, it’s just been a hell of a…”

She goes to say day, then realizes that it’s been a hell of a couple weeks… a few months, at least.

Her whole damn life has been a “hell of a…” ever since she got off the plane to England.

Instead of finishing her sentence, she simply lets out a long sigh, resting her head on her forearms, crossed on the table in front of her.

August laughs softly at her again, and she snaps her eyes up to his.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, I just— “

But the sound of Emma’s laugh stops whatever the rest of his sentence was going to be.

“Everything is just a fucking mess around me, isn’t it?”

August walks over to the fridge and pulls out two bottles of beer, twisting the lid off one before handing it to her.

For a moment, she just stares at it, as if she doesn't quite understand why he is giving it to her; and then, in a flash, it all disappears, wrapping her fingers around the bottle and smiling softly at him.

A moment's silence passes between them, Emma's eyes set on the label of the bottle until she overcomes the awkwardness that sits in the air between them. She hasn't forgotten the date they went on just a few weeks ago, even though the weeks feel as if they had spread into years.

And she hasn't forgotten that the two of them have barely shared more than a few words since the night August told her that Killian had feelings for her.

August certainly hasn't forgotten. But he also knows that Emma has since been through hell and back, stressed in ways that he can't even begin to imagine. So, as much as he wants to make sure that she is going to be okay, he is definitely not going to push her.

He watches as she turns the page on one of the essays sitting in front of her, taking another swig of her beer before turning his attention towards the notifications that have collected on his phone during his shift.

A few minutes pass in silence, Emma focused on her homework while August scrolls on his phone, and he in completely surprised by her sudden movement as she sets her beer bottle on the table in front of her, her eyes shooting up to meet his.

"I'm sorry," she says.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Emma. I had made my decision to back off as soon as I learned that you were the girl Killian has never stopped talking about. I respect both of you too much to continue to fight for you knowing full well that you’ve had his heart since he was fifteen. Plus, I’ve seen the way you look at him, and I could never compete with that.”

She just smiles.

“I can't even begin to imagine how hard this all must have been on Killian, not to mention on you. He's been out for a few weeks, but you've just had to keep working through all of this.” So she tells him what she's been doing, working less hours from the office and more from the hospital room, the desk that they had set up for her and Liam to use so they could be there with him.

“And what is going on down here?” Ruby asks, coming down the stairs from her bedroom in a tank top and bright red pajama shorts.

“Killian and I got in a fight, so I came out here a few hours ago to get some writing done, and August came home from work and joined me.” At Emma’s confession, August turns his stare back to her, eyes wide.

“You—got in a fight?”

But Emma ignores his question, keeping her eyes on Ruby. As much as her statement threw off August, she has no idea what caused her to say it, and so it threw her off even more. “What are you even doing up, Rubes? It’s after midnight.”

“You know I’m drawn to drama, Emma.”

“There’s nothing dramatic going on down here. Just two friends drinking beer after midnight on a Thursday night.”

Ruby puts her hands up in defeat, surrendering to Emma’s argument. “Fine, fine,” she concedes, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer for herself, plus two more for Emma and August. The room is silent as Ruby sits down at the table between them, August’s attention going back to his cell phone as Emma props her head up on her fist and turns back to the pages spread out in front of her. Ruby looks back and forth between them before issuing a long sigh, which draws August’s eyes up to her for just a moment, rolling them before turning back to his screen. When neither of them give her the attention she wants, she reaches out towards Emma’s pile of papers and takes the one off the top, beginning to read it as she takes a few large gulps of her beer.

After turning to the second page, Ruby sets the papers back down on the table.

“So, there’s only three weeks left, huh? Really cruncing your papers down to the wire then, huh, Emma?”

It takes a moment for Emma to realize that Ruby was talking to her, but when she does, she sets her work back down on the table, capping the pen she was tapping against her front teeth.

“What?”

“It’s week twelve, and you’re still combing through your primary sources for your papers. That seems a little close for comfort, don’t you think?”

“Ruby, I spent nine weeks working at a desk at the hospital because my boyfriend got in a snowmobile accident, and you think I haven’t realized how behind on my work I’ve gotten. Believe it or not, Lucas, I don’t need you reminding me just how stressed out I am.”

As she’s saying the words, she realizes that she has no idea where they are coming from. Yes, she’s stressed, and yes, she’s falling behind—but it’s not Ruby’s fault.

No one says anything.

Ruby takes another sip of her beer.

Once again, Emma rests her head on her forearms, crossed in front of her over the papers strewn across the table. After a few terribly long moments, she sits back up, using the palms of her hand to wipe off the tears that have fallen down her cheeks, hopefully fast enough that neither Ruby or August notice them.

It doesn’t work.

“I’m sorry, Rubes,” she whispers, reaching across the table to rest her hand on Ruby’s arm. “I’m just—”

Ruby stops her words by covering Emma’s hand with her own, which Emma is thankful for, because she had no idea what she was going to say.

“I know, darling. You’re allowed to be stressed, exhausted, overwhelmed. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Ruby’s words pull a laugh deep out of Emma’s stomach, coming up in loud, gasping chuckles. “Well, I am all of those things.” But as soon as she says this, her laughter turns into deep sobs, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t know what to do.” She drops her head again, quickly feeling Ruby’s arm on her back, but it takes a few more moments for her to feel a second hand on her back, much bigger than Ruby’s long, thin fingers: August.

And it’s his voice she hears: “We’re here to help you, Emma. If there’s anything we can do for either of you, just let us know.”

She thinks she may have mumbled some sort of response—but maybe it was Ruby?— before she falls asleep on the kitchen table, passed out deep enough that August and Ruby move her to her bedroom without waking her a few minutes later.

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The Loki is Hidden as Bruce/Hulk Theory Pros and Cons:

I read the theory: {x} and will cover points made there and maybe not mentioned or missed.

First how it could work and be true? Well here are some things that give me thought to why this theory has some ground:

During the whole time Loki is in play for the movie things are strange. Either no one touches him at all or he only touches or lets being touched by two people. Thor and Thanos.

During the opening scene NO ONE is touching him at all. Not even to secure him.

The first time anyone touches him is when he tackles Thor to save him from Thanos.

After that he disappears for a period of time to show up again only to be grabbed by Thanos when he tries to stab him.

We know too well the times that Loki has been a clone that if someone touches it, it will disappear, or if someone gets too close they figure out that something is off about him. We have seen in every movie Loki has been in how his Clones appear.

Thor: Loki tricks a Frost Giant with a Clone. Then at the end of the movie he surrounds Thor with Clones.

Avengers: He surrounds the people trying to escape in Germany with Clones. Though it is known during this his clones wavered. Most likely cause he was in a weaker state.

Later he tricks Thor using a Clone to get him into the Hulk Cage to drop it.

Thor 2: He uses a Clone and Illusion to hide the mess of himself and his room after his Mother’s death.

Thor 3: He appears to Thor as a Clone in the Arena waiting hold where Thor then proceeds to throw rocks at him. Twice later Thor throws something at Loki to make sure he is real. Once chained in Valkyrie’s Room and then again when Loki appears in his room with a Bottle Top.

What all the clones have in common so far is that fact that they all get disrupted or disappear upon on contact from object or person. This is a good reason why Loki wouldn’t want anyone touching him if he maybe using a clone. The only times anyone can touch him and not destroy anything is his Illusions. Loki has shown he is a master of Illusion starting with Thor 2 when he turned into Captain America and also turned Thor into Sif. He would then turn into Odin at the end of the movie and use it into Thor 3 where he only then removes the illusion when threatened by Thor. Other times he has used an illusion have been seen through all the movies as he is actually Blue due to being Jotun. This never changes unless he uses something like the Casket. We have yet to really see him do it by his own means.

He also has used his illusions to make his room look untouched after his tantrum, to look dead, to look like a soldier of Asgard and to fool Maliketh by making it look like he had cut Thor’s hand off. So it is not too far fetched that Loki could use a Clone to change his locations while facing off Thanos and the others. An illusion placed on an already dead body as well. But how could a dead body work? They can’t walk on their own. True, but we have seen how both Thor and Loki have a skill to call things. Thor can call his hammer, but Loki can do that with many things. He can move things as well. This is shown many times when he has called his knives as well as when he was upset over Frigga’s death and blasted his room with energy, moving everything in it. So with a bit of concentration he could use a dead body and move it where he wanted. Thor never touches him during the second time Loki appears, nor does anyone else until Thanos grabs him, which he is wearing the gauntlet and won’t be able to tell he is holding a dead body and when Loki is dead, that is when Thor touches him again. Which since he is dead, you can’t tell the body was already dead before hand.

If he is using the Tesseract and never gave Thanos the real one, then his power would be increased and he would be able to do what he needs to do.

Which brings up the Tesseract, Loki is holding it and offering it to Thanos before he mentions Hulk and Hulk attacks. When he dives to push Thor out of the way, he drops it. A man with a plan doesn’t just drop something like that unless he means for the other side to get it, which only makes me think all the more it is a fake.

Now Hulk never does attack until Loki says, “We have a Hulk.” I find that odd after when in Thor 3 he was all over trying to smash all the monsters and Thor had to yell at him to stop.

That brings up how is it that Hulk could lose so quickly to Thanos. He’s taken down larger and harder hitting creatures then him. He took down a flying whale in Avengers!

Even the mortals are kicking Thanos around better then he was. But seems rather close to how Loki would get thrown about if he was the one attacking Thanos instead.

Loki has so many times to do something it’s crazy. After Thor is tackled, Loki disappears for a fair amount of time and then only appears again after Thor is gagged. Only then does Loki appear again. Now something I noticed at the end of Thor 3 you can actually see Loki has parked the Grandmasters ship on top of ship full of Asgardians. I don’t see it again as the ship is attacked in Infinity War. It could be possible that it was used to evacuate as many people as possible be there other ships to use or not to escape as well is unknown. The real Hulk/Bruce could be on there with Valkyrie, Korg, and Mike.

What many also think is strange is that Heimdall sends Hulk to earth and not Thor. Why save the mortal and not Thor?

I can only think is that Heimdall “See’s All”. As in Thor 3, he tells Loki, “I saw you coming.” Which we know from the first Thor movie Loki is visible to Heimdall only when he wants to be. He can make himself hidden when he is healthy and able.

Now once Hulk/Bruce get’s to earth is when it’s weird for him. We know that Hulk and Bruce don’t share the same memories, unless they wish too or someone tells them it seems more often then not. All of Thor 3 Bruce has no idea what has been going on with him and Hulk. He still is two years in the past. So when he gets to earth and lands in Strange’s staircase, he’s not fully Hulk anymore, and awake. When he left the ship, he was knocked out and Hulk, but first words out of his mouth are “THANOS IS COMING.” Now it’s possible he over heard that name, but he was Hulk since Asgard, at least that is what we know of. Bruce wouldn’t know about Thanos or his name.

Once Strange gets involved I thought it looked a little awkward when Bruce and Tony hugged upon meeting. As for the stones he does learn about them from Strange, but accepts it all quickly and doesn’t question things like Tony starts too, nope he goes straight to let’s get the rest of the Avengers right this moment. Find all the stones and get a move on stopping Thanos. I found it a bit strange that when Tony mentions that the Avengers Broke Up Bruce says, “Like the Beatles?” Very too British comment for me to let go not to be a bit Lokish. Another big thing that had me going, wait what, was the fact Bruce knows that Thanos sent Loki as the one to attack New York years ago. No one has ever, ever pointed it out in the movies. Loki hasn’t even said a word about it on screen or to others about since Avengers. He could have saved his ass before Thor 2 if he had said something, but no. Suddenly Bruce knows this and he’s been Hulk until this point. HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS BRUCE?! HOW DO YOU KNOW!? At no point have we even seen Loki tell Thor, Odin, Frigga, anyone. It’s always been kept from the Avengers and the rest of the Realms. Only the Audience has had this knowledge since we say everything. But Bruce is many times more of a thinker and finding a more civil way then just fighting it seems in the past, but suddenly is gun hoe to attack, but doesn’t once actually jump in as Hulk or try to be until Tony looks to him to do so when New York is under attack.

This is when we start to see Bruce can’t turn into the Hulk and Hulk is refusing to come out. Now first thinking it over once seeing the movie I thought Hulk was butt hurt about being beat up by Thanos or actually scared for once in his life, this has been taken by the Russo Brother’s as odd as they didn’t write it like that. I take that as a hint something is up with Hulk that they can’t say until we see the next Avengers movie.

But as I was saying, Bruce is just standing around and watching the others interact and talk about fighting and not trying to Hulk out. He has to be spurred to try. Bruce isn’t a watcher, he would try to do something I’m very sure. He is also more sassy snarky in my opinion then usual. It made sense in Thor 3 being on a different planet and freaking out, but on earth he’s not stressing out, he’s just being sassy. He’s Bantering with Hulk, he’s putting up his fists like he’s going to fight, kicks at chopped off hand and sasses with an ew. He get’s surprised by Strange’s portal and almost crushed by half of a car and then has a tree land on him after he makes sure Tony is alright.

So in the end he is being baby sat by Wong and questioning how Tony has gotten a new suit that can do more super stuff. Wouldn’t he have picked up on it being nano since he has 7 PHDs and him and Tony are Science bros?

He doesn’t freak out over portals also. He seems oddly comfortable using them. As a scientist I would have thought he’d be saying something about that. Asking how it works, etc.

He is bent on just getting the Avengers together. Urging Tony to call Steven. Getting Tony and Strange back on track when they start fighting. When Tony is taken to space he calmly asks what Wong is up to and then says himself he’s going to make a call. Uses the flip phone Tony dropped and gets ahold of Steve. Warns them about Vision and Wanda before they get back together with Rhodey. When he meets the other Avengers again, he is off, understandable, but at the same time he doesn’t appear to make any effort to make up to Nat. Like he doesn’t even know there was a relationship there, which if it is Loki he wouldn’t. After that he is still the one keeping people on track and informing them about the stones and Thanos since Strange is now gone. He knows Vision is next and gets them moving. When they show up in Wakanda to work on Vision, he doesn’t seem so knowledgable on his science work on how Tony and himself put Vision together. When Shuri asks why he didn’t do things a certain way, he’s only answer is we didn’t think of. At times he appears very much into delaying the destruction of the Mind Gem, which could be either taken as Bruce caring Vision is alive, or that he is doing this so Thanos does get the stone and activates the gauntlet with the fake tesseract gem and breaks it once Thanos has them all. Which Strange could have seen and why he gave up the Time gem.

Since he can’t Hulk out he uses the Hulk Busting Suit, makes sense either way as one unable to Hulk out or keeping ones cover. Bruce is also is the first one to mention that the Hoards of enemies are going to get to Vision if they kept up and circled around. He isn’t the best at using the Hulk Busting suit and does get overwhelmed by the enemy until Thor appears and saves him. Which he then laughs happily and screams, “You’re So Screwed Now.” That again is something Hulk would know, but not Bruce. He doesn’t know about Thor’s lightening. Only Hulk did. Loki would have this sort of reaction though since he was all grins and very proud of his brothers new powers.

Bruce is the first one to see Thanos arrive, points him out to the team without ever seeing him as Bruce. Hulk had only seen Thanos in person.

Which when he tries to attack Thanos he gets phased into a rock wall, which some how at the end of the movie he gets out of in the suit and looks no worse for wear. How did he get free? Which the movie ends with everyone in mourning over the loss of those who have just disappeared. So there isn’t a moment before that that it can be proved or disproved Bruce is not Loki.

Now the ways that it couldn’t be Loki:

Hulk disappears and then Loki dies. How would he get to earth during that and do his trick back on the ship?

He very appears to actually care about Vision as a person, though when first mentioning Vision he calls him a Super Bot which is very Loki like, though later he calls him a person and offers the idea of separating the stone and vision. Either he did this meaning to do so, or he was trying to make something up or get them out of a high populated area.

He can’t even science alone. He needs help. Bruce is very smart and could have started something on his own.

Does mention Vision is part of him, Tony and Jarvis. Which is true that they all worked on Vision, but Tony and Jarvis were a bigger part of it, Bruce was reluctant and the mind gem was used by Loki.

The fact he knows Vision exists. Though this could be explained for Loki as he was pretending to be Odin and would know what is going on and can use Heimdall to know this stuff too. He even sent Sif to Earth to help out.

They both could figure out the Hulk Busting Suit over time, though knew the repulsers right off the bat.

Not really into flying around, but running and using hand to hand combat more.

Only flew when Vision needed help.

Tries hard to protect Vision, but at the same time gets distracted.

Though he is overwhelmed the second time, he does end up killing the enemy all on his own, even saying “It won’t be like New York. This Suit has already kicked the crap out of the Hulk.” This could be very Bruce, but also Loki at least for the fact of the New York Comment. He won’t be used this time and will help kick their asses.

Has a fairly long banter about Hulk and calling him an asshole and working things out, but this too could either way.

Another interesting thing was how he acted to the knowledge of T’Challa as a King. This could go either way with Bruce or Loki not sure of the custom if he should bow or not.

If Loki has been in on everything and did hint to Thor to go get his hammer, he knew it would be strong enough to take on the Gauntlet and the fake gem would destroy it upon him using it.

There is so many other ways it could go pro or con on the theory, but I’ve already typed so much and this took me more then a day to do lol. So I’m going to leave it at this and let you all decide if it’s possible until we all see how it ends.

#spoiler #spoilers #infinity war #avengers infinity war #avengers 3 #hulk #bruce #loki #fan theories #theory

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