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mrsriddlenott · 5 months
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~ Costume? That’s Barley Clothes.~
Theo Nott x fem!Reader
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Summary: Malfoy!Reader who’s annoyed that they can’t be Theo’s date to the Halloween party dresses up to get his attention and ends up with more than one set of eyes on her. This is kinda short, I just wanted a Halloween themed oneshot.
Warnings:Possessive Behavior,Jealousy, Secret Relationship,Toxic(ish)Theo,Smut,Choking, Creampie.
“Baby, you know I’d go with you if it were up to me. I thought he wouldn’t be there I’m sorry.” Theo was annoyed to say the least, not only did his plan fail miserably, but you also seemed to blame him for it. The only reason he even wanted to go to this stupid party was for you, but of course Draco just had to decide last minute he wanted to go after all.
“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to dress up but he’s not gonna sit this party out.” You just eyed the much taller boy, he hadn’t put on his costume yet and could easily decide to stay with you but, “He’d get suspicious,” like it would be the end of the world if Draco knew. All you could do was roll your eyes with a sigh, laying down on your bed with a book as Theo watched you.
“Are you gonna say anything?” You just huffed at him, meeting his eyes for a second before returning to pretending to read your book, “If Draco found out I ditched the party he’s gonna come looking, and if he finds he in his little sister’s dorm he’d throw a fit.” You slammed your book shut, crossing your arms with furrowed brows before eyeing him from where you sat.
“His little sister huh?” You were frustrated, you couldn’t tell what he wanted anymore. One minute he’d be calling you his sweetheart, future wife and mother of his children, and the next he’d barley look at you, laughing in the Common Room from jokes Draco makes at your expense. “Just go to your party, I’m not some little kid who’s gonna cry without your attention for an hour,”
You huffed as his jaw clenched, eyeing you with a flash of anger, “I didn’t say you were a little kid, It’s just that if D-“
“Yeah I know if Draco finds out you’re in trouble,” You sighed as you rolled your eyes, slipping off your bed and leaving Theo trailing you with his darkening eyes, “I’m gonna take a shower, have fun at the party.”
Theo grumbled to himself as he left your dorm, slamming the door behind him as hard as he could just as you slammed the bathroom door. You sighed to yourself as you stared into your mirror, you weren’t just gonna sit out on your last Hogwarts Halloween party with Theo and he should have known that. You quickly threw on your costume and did your makeup light, wanting the glittery cat ears on your head to be the center of attention.
You wore a small black dress that could honestly barley be called a dress, paired with black heels that would bring your height to only a couple inches under Theo. You let your hair fall straight behind your shoulders, holding it back with the cat-ear headband, black eyeliner bringing out the color of your eyes with classic red lipstick drawing attention to your lips. You decided for no bra to let the dress hug your figure entirely, pulling it all together with a tight black belt adorned with a sleek black cat’s tail.
Goosebumps covered your skin as you made your way up the stairs to the packed Slytherin Common Room. A haze of smoke flitted over the various packs of dancing and conversing students while you made your way through to Draco and his friends usual spot.
Your skimpy black cat costume was basic, but a classic that was sure to drive Theo crazy. Your eyes met his as soon as the crowd parted to let you through to the group, leaving almost immediately to rake his eyes across your body as you approached. However you completely ignored him, walking up to Draco and announcing your presence before slipping away to get a drink, feeling Theo’s dead eyes stare into your back as you did so.
You hastily filled a glass with spiked punch and leant against the table with a sigh as the lanky figure of Lorenzo Berkshire approached the drink table only a few feet away from the group,“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight,” You eyed his loose button up and black jeans, he wasn’t wearing costume and if he was you had no clue what it was but you didn’t mind. He’d do.
“I wasn’t planning to at first,” You lied, turning to fully face the tall brunette, feeling Theo’s burning gaze on you both now, “But since it’s all you guy’s last year I figured I should come to as many parties as possible this year, don’t you agree?”
You maintained eye contact with Enzo as you lightly bit your lip, watching his eyes fall to watch it bounce back in place before meeting yours again. His eyes lingered in yours for a second as a smile slowly grew on his face. “I’m gonna be honest here, I thought you and Theo might’ve had something going on.” Enzo’s voice was low and intoxicating as he inched closer to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Theo zoning in on the words spoken between you and his friend with a clenched jaw, no longer trying to hide his annoyance.
You laughed sweetly at up at Enzo as he eyed you with his bloodshot gaze, “Theo? He’s just my brother’s best friend Lorenzo, why would there be anything going on between us?” You had to make an effort to keep your eyes on the lean boy in front of you as his hand found it’s way to your waist, he tugged you closer to him slightly just as the shadow of Theodore Nott engulfed you.
“Walk away Enzo.” The boy in front of you retreated with raised hands and a mocking smile, sending you a wink that made you giggle as he slipped into the crowd, much to Theo’s dismay. Theo’s large hand took in your wrist as he tugged you toward the boys’s dorms. “Aren’t you afraid Draco will see you leave with me Teddy?”
You forced the most sincere voice you could muster, poking out your lip in a dratamatic pout as he turned to you with daring eyes, “I don’t fucking care.” He spat, tugging you into his dorm room before slamming the door shut behind you both.
“What the fuck are you wearing first of all?” Theo snapped, turning to meet your eyes as he loosened the tie around his neck with a huff. You looked down at your dress then back to him with your eyebrows furrowed before simply saying, “A costume.”
“A costume?” He chuckled, poking his tongue into his cheek as he eyed your body again, “That’s barely clothes.” Theo sighed, eyes dead and set into yours before eyeing your outfit again, though this time he didn’t seem to have a problem with it at all.
“It’s the same thing I would have been wearing if you came with me,” You huffed, crossing your arms with a roll of your eyes before meeting his gaze again with a challenging stare.
“That’s different, I’d have been with you.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke, taking in his sentence with a laugh and shake of your head. “So maybe you should have come with me?”
“I would have if it weren’t for your annoying ass brother,” He snapped, stepping closer as you stood your ground in front of his bed. “Speaking of which, I’m just Draco’s best friend now? Last time I fucking checked not all of Draco’s best friends get to fuck you almost every weekend,” He shouted, his eyes bore directly into yours but you didn’t waver. He didn’t scare you and he knew that, but you both knew you probably should have feared him a little.
“Well I guess I could change that couldn’t I, Enzo seemed rather eager, maybe I’ll start with him.” You laughed, biting at your lip and going to turn around before feeling Theo’s large hands dig into your arms, turning you to face him as he shoved you into the end post of his bed.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” His voice was strained, clearly hurt by your jab but you didn’t care, though you probably should have. “Or what?” Your voice dripped with desire as his face edged closer to yours, your thighs clenching together subconsciously and before your knew it his lips were on yours in a hungry kiss. His hands fell to your waist as yours wrapped around to meet in his hair, tugging at it to egg him on as he lifted you just to toss you on his bed.
“You’re a fucking brat.” He growled, crawling up your body as his eyes dug into you before smashing his lips back against yours. Face paint and lipstick smeared together, ending up in each other’s mouths as your teeth clattered together. “Now I’m gonna have to teach Enzo a lesson on who he can and cannot touch because of you.” He whispered into your mouth making you shiver and sending a rush of warmth directly to your core.
Theo’s lips and teeth worked down your neck, nipping at it and leaving a trail of bruises in their wake as his hands worked to push up your dress. You fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking together loudly as you tugged it off of him and tossed it aside before eagerly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. Theo quickly moved your panties to the side, lining himself up and meeting your gaze for consent with hooded eyes before filling you up entirely.
He immediately set a ruthless pace, staring into your eyes as he groaned and grabbed at your neck, “If your eyes leave mine you don’t get to come until I say so, understand?”
Your thoughts jumbled together as Theo hit your g-spot over and over, working overtime just to form the word “yes” while Theo picked up his pace. He kept one hand gripping your neck tightly as the other held onto your hip with a brutal grip. “You’re mine Baby, I don’t fucking care who knows anymore. You are mine.” He growled, mostly speaking to himself as he lost himself in your soft walls.
You moaned up at him as you dragged your nails down his toned back pulling a groan from him before wrapping your legs entirely around him and trapping him between them. Theo began speaking Italian down to you, still fucking into you while watching your face intently, you couldn’t understand a single thing he was saying making you glow bright red as he chuckled down to you.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He muttered as his hips smacked against yours repeatedly, filling the room with the obscene combination of the smack of skin mixing with your moans and the creak of the bed drowning out his whispers of praise. “You feel so fucking good baby, I’m gonna fucking cum. Can I fill you up Baby?”
You moaned his named loudly as he tugged you closer to him by your neck, stealing your breath as you desperately mumbled a yes into his mouth. His hips snapped into yours faster as his hand fell between your legs, fingers finding your clit immediately to pull out your orgasm. You clenched around Theo as he hissed and sped of his thrusts, driving into you harder as he stuttered and moaned loudly. Your name repeatedly falling from his lips as he came deep inside of you pushing you over the edge, you clamped around him while your legs shook and your head became cloudy only being able to think of Theo as he fell on top of you completely.
Theo slowly pushed himself up further to look down at you, your face, neck, and shoulders smeared with his face paint and red lipstick just as his was, your hair a mess on his pillows, your eyes teary and staring up at him. He swore he’d never seen anything so perfectly ruined in his life.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Draco stood in the doorway, sighing into his hand after taking in the scene in front of him. His best friend had his sister in their dorm, that they shared. “Eh put a fucking sock on the door next time or something.”
Theo turned quickly as the door slammed shut before he could glimpse his friend, “Does that mean he’s not gonna hex me?” Theo asked, eyes fixed on the cloak swinging back and forth on it’s hook on the door.
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hihhasotherfixations · 4 months
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Kinktober Day 14: Love bites/Marks - Price x Reader
Kinktober Masterlist
I know it’s no longer October but thanks to personal stuff and an upcoming exam, I hadn’t been able to write. So right now I’m just taking it at my own pace and posting it during December. I’m really really sorry but I hope that’s okay!
See you all for the next depravity 👌
I was writing a werewolf Price for this prompt before but got stuck on it (part of the reason this took so long) so put it aside and wrote this instead :3
If y’all wanna see the werewolf tho, let me know.
CW: gn!reader, jealous Price, hickies, biting, slightly possessive behaviour
Word Count: 1837
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Standing on the field, your arms were crossed over your chest as you viewed the new soldiers, gauging their abilities and filing away their endurance and skill in your head, storing it for later when you had to write the reports.
Price had asked you to do this, because he’d fallen behind on paperwork due to an unexpected mission, now having to catch up on days of paperwork that he missed.
“What do you think?”
Looking beside yourself at the voice, you took notice of the recently promoted lieutenant. They’d gotten the promotion thanks to an outstanding performance on a mission last month and had been following you around for the last few days.
Knowing how nervewracking it was to be new to such a position however, you didn’t mind, happily showing him the ropes by using your own experience as a lieutenant.
“Why don’t you tell me? I’ll say if I agree.” You hummed, motioning a hand to the men and women running through the course.
Moving a little closer, the lieutenant looked past your shoulder to where you were looking, a hand landing on your lower back that had your eyebrow raising.
“I don’t know, some certainly seem to be performing better than the rest.”
“And how would you write that down in a report?” You tested, a little sceptical at the proximity that was now between you two.
“Well, him-“ The lieutenant started, pointing an arm over your shoulder, causing you to be crowded against the railing you were standing by. You frowned at that, though you looked at the soldier being pointed at all the same. “He’s excelling in the endurance aspect. Definitely above his team’s level.”
“Anything else?” You asked, getting a little annoyed now because he wouldn’t back up.
“What else is there?”
Sighing out, you pushed the lieutenant’s arm back down. “Well you said it yourself. He’s above his team’s level. But he’s not using it to aid his team. Meaning while he excels in endurance, he’s failing in communication and teamwork. 2 bad for 1 good. That’s not enough.” You spoke curtly.
“Those two are interchangeable, so it’s really 1 bad, 1 good, don’t you think?” The lieutenant tried and you scowled.
“Don’t contest me on this.” You commanded, turning around and forcing the hand off your back as you took a step to the side to create some space.
“I’m simply looking out for the future of our-“
“I would take the word of an experienced lieutenant over your own, soldier.” A new voice suddenly spoke up and you both turned to see captain Price standing there, his arms crossed in front of him while he held a thunderous expression.
“Captain.” You smiled, relieved that you wouldn’t have to defend yourself over something so idiotic and infuriating.
“Lieutenant.” Price curtly nodded to you in greeting, walking over and purposely getting in between you and the other man, not greeting him either.
“Done with paperwork?” You asked and the man looked at you. He looked pissed, yet as his eyes crossed with yours, something else flashed in them as they briefly flitted up and down.
“Definitely not. Simply taking a break, see how you’re getting on.” He spoke, looking out over the field again.
Suddenly being cut off however, the new lieutenant frowned, put off. Leaning forward, he tried to get the other man’s attention. “Captain. With all due respect, we were in the middle of-“
“I suggest you zip it, soldier.” Price interrupted with a growl, refusing to address the man by his title. “Y/N. With me.” He spoke as he then turned around, expecting you to follow.
Without question, you did.
“Wait, but what about the assessment?” The lieutenant called out and Price responded without even turning back.
“I expect your report on my desk by tonight!”
Raising an eyebrow, you looked back to see the new lieutenant stand there, defeated, before you turned back to Price and jogged to catch up with him. “Don’t you think you’re being a little hard on him? You gave me two days to fill out the report, him not even half a day?”
“Call it a trial by fire.” Price spoke, clearly still pissed as he pushed open the door to the building, waiting for you to get in before him.
Deciding to let sleeping dogs lie, you just walk in, trekking the way to the office that you’d done so many times before.
Before long, you arrived and Price unlocked the door, opening it and stepping inside before suddenly reaching out to grab your wrist, pulling you inside and twirling you around while he slammed the door shut, pushing you up against it immediately after.
“Now what the hell was he doing, huh?” He asked, the gravel of his voice deep and threatening while you stood there, eyes wide while he reached his hand next to your hip, locking the door.
“W-What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, soldier.” He spoke, glaring into your eyes as he stepped up, pushing his chest against yours to pin you better. “You know perfectly well what was happening. His proximity to you, his wandering hands, that infuriating gaze. It pisses me off.”
Your eyes were a little wide as you looked up to him, his hat casting a shadow over his face that caused the dark look in his eyes to worsen twice over.
“I would never.” You whisper and at that, his eyes seemed to soften a little, seeing how spooked you looked.
“No, hey. I know you wouldn’t, my love. I trust you implicitly.” He spoke, running the back of his fingers over your cheek and down to your chin. “But he needs to learn that you’re mine.”
Growling the last word out, you got no chance before his hand gripped your neck, using the possessive hold to pull you into a kiss as he smashed his lips on yours.
Taking in a surprised breath, your hands shot up to hold onto his shoulders while his fingers flexed around your throat, deepening the kiss instantly as he pushed his tongue past your lips, rolling it against yours.
Your eyes closed while he kissed you, barely able to keep up as his left hand travelled down your side, past your hip and to your thigh, where he gripped tight.
Grunting softly into the kiss, you balled a fist into his clothing, causing you to pull him slightly closer while his lips moved with yours.
Humming, he let go of your throat, his hand instead sliding to the back of your neck, with his thumb by your ear as he savoured the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of you beneath his touch, and the warmth of you against his body.
After a second more, he finally broke the kiss, your breathing a bit heavier as he looked at you with dilated pupils.
“What are you planning?” You whisper, seeing his mind tick behind his eyes.
“It’s about time people know you’re taken.” He whispered, his voice low and gruff as his hand on your thigh squeezed.
Biting your lip, you looked at him. “And how do you want to do that without getting us both court martialled?”
“Implications.” He murmured, leaning his head forward and burying it in your neck.
“Captain?” You whispered, unsure, and Price groaned softly at that, pushing his hardening cock into you, his hips grinding against yours.
“Keep calling me that and see where it leads, love.”
Your mouth opened to let out a shaky breath at the friction, feeling your own arousal skyrocket.
“Like that?” He rumbled, his breath ghosting across your skin. Closing you eyes, you didn’t get much time to answer as suddenly, Price sunk his teeth into the skin of your neck.
Grunting, you jolted from the sudden sensation, causing you to push into Price’s bulge, making him chuckle as he let go of your skin, kissing it as he pushed you further against the door. “Stay still, lieutenant. Be good and follow orders.” He muttered into your skin, pressing kisses to your neck after while his hand then travelled from your neck down to your other leg.
“Sir?” You whispered, using the honorific on purpose, though your question was genuine as you felt him caress the back of your thighs up and down.
Smirking against your neck, Price grazed his teeth across the sensitive skin, moving up to your ear where he breathed softly, knowing it would drive you mad as you felt a tingle shoot down your spine, causing your back to instinctively arch.
“That’s it.” Price praised, only to suddenly hoist your legs up and off the ground by your thighs. Your eyes widened and you gasped at your sudden loss of balance, though Price kept you up all the same. With a little guidance from him, you wrapped your legs around his waist, biting your lower lip as you felt his erection now pushed directly into you.
There was no escape, no wiggle room, no nothing as his hands moved from your hips to your ass, keeping you aloft with it as well as his hips pressing you into the door.
“John-“ You whimpered but the man tutted.
“That’s not the right way to address me and you know it.” He purred, pressing a kiss right below your ear afterwards.
Biting your lip, you shifted your hips a bit to feel the friction, one of your hands moving up to tangle into his hair while you took off his hat with the other.
Humming softly, Price took advantage at the sudden free reign, starting to kiss and lightly bite up and down your neck until his lips hit a spot right above your collarbone that made you twitch.
Not wasting a second, he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck, making your eyes flutter shut as your hand tightened in his hair.
With care, Price sucked a hickey into the sweet spot, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he started to slowly grind into you, not allowing a single gap between your bodies as he kept you close.
“I’ll make sure nobody can miss these.” He whispered as he pulled away, moving further up, starting to suck another hickey.
“But what if-“
“Nobody will touch you but me.” He interrupted, enforcing his words by thrusting his hips into yours, making you feel every inch of his bulge.
“Please.” You whispered and Price hummed, pressing butterfly kisses to your neck before biting down one more time near your shoulder, his hands squeezing your ass again.
“No, darling.” He then chuckled, pulling away. “You’re not getting anything until I’m sure that people will know you’re taken.” With that, he moved to the other side of your neck, beginning to repeat the process while his hold on you tightened.
And while the hickeys and love bites on your neck and collarbone were for others to see, the fingerprints on your ass were for one man only.
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joonberriess · 11 months
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p a i r i n g : namjoon x reader
g e n r e : domestic boyfriend au.
t a g s : soft smut, drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, breeding kink, flashbacks are in italics, y’all are rlly in love, mentions of future pregnancy, DOMESTIC, model!reader, teasing, IM SICK AT HOW SWEET THIS IS, drunk scene is where the baby is made LMAO
w o r d c o u n t : 3.6 k
s u m m a r y : you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.
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“Just how did you two manage to find each other in such a big world, what stood out the most for you?”
– I can’t really put my finger on it, when we first met each other I admit it was all me in the beginning. I couldn’t stop staring at her and I think she thought I was a creep or a weirdo. “Oh would you look at that, Kim Namjoon from BTS is a weirdo,” or something like that. I didn’t approach her until the end of the night, right as she was leaving. It turned out we had a lot in common, other than the whole being invited to the same fashion show thing.
The camera shutters and flashes went off in every direction and the room was filled with chatters from the stylists on set. Despite getting the chills now and then you felt empowered and beautiful in the tiny backless night slip that seemed to ride up with every movement you made. (You know Namjoon is definitely enjoying the sight of you prancing around in such scandalous attire.)
Namjoon’s dressed to the nines, styled in a black and white striped suit, a watch worth over sixteen thousand, and his black hair styled in such a way you wanted to tangle your hands in it. “You’re both sensual beings,” the photographer had expressed before the shoot even began, and that he was right about.
Here you were, perched on Namjoon’s lap like his personal little arm candy to show off to the world. His hand rested over the small of your back, his other arm perched on the armchair whilst he lazily flicked his hand back to avoid getting any ashes on you or himself. “Look into the camera,” the photographer mumbled, “show me the art of sex you both embody.”
You stared into the camera with a sultry gaze, eyes half lidded and lips parted slightly. Namjoon couldn’t resist and right before the camera went off again he turned to look at you with eyes full of desire and lust. How could he not after all? Given that you were practically being offered on a silver platter to him dressed so scantily and pretty.
“How did you realize that she was the one?”
– It wasn’t hard at all, I often sat at home thinking about the future a lot with her, I slowly realized she was my home, my entire future included too. I think that the dealbreaker for me was when we finally decided to get matching tattoos of our name together, we went in separately because we wanted to surprise each other. She comes out smiling like a kid in a candy shop, and when I ask her why she shows me her ring finger, and right there I see my initials. I fell even more then and there. If it was even possible.
The hand on your grip gently guided you to a more comfortable position, ensuring that you were relaxed. You had a tiny smile on your lips as you stared deeply into his eyes. You hadn’t missed the way he subtly ran his hand over the expanse of your baby soft skin. His hand cheekily snuck a little squeeze here and there.
“Are you free after this shoot?” Namjoon grins in amusement, suppressing his laughter when he sees you roll your eyes at him. “What? Are you, or are you not?”
You give him a look, failing to hold back your smile as you fondly bring him down for a gentle peck. “I’ll have to see Mr Kim, we’ll have to discuss this with baby Kim, see what he thinks about it.”
Namjoon sighs in fake exasperation, “..I guess baby Kim can join us too then.” You playfully smack him in response.
“How in love would you say you are?”
– I would rather not be on this Earth if I couldn’t be with her, everyday I’m more and more thankful she came into my life. I don’t worry about it at night anymore, not when our little blessing is sleeping in the room next to ours. I think that I’m most definitely ready to settle down and enjoy life, well, our life to be exact. I think an image that’s recurring in my mind is of us walking down the beach with our kid, that’s how in love I am..
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The world went absolutely berserk when Namjoon’s company had announced both his relationship and your pregnancy. For the sake of privacy your company didn’t offer much to the press, stating that anything in direct relation to your private life was to be revealed by you and you only. Something you deeply appreciated.
You dated quietly for several months, flying in and out to see each other with no one but your closest friends seeing the two of you together. Here and there you dropped some cryptic pictures with his hand in yours, a scenery photo from your date, and if you were feeling a bit bolder you posted a picture from the back of him walking straight ahead of you with your hand still in his.
Your fans were just dying to know who you were seeing, begging and pleading for more. You didn’t make an official statement until after the events of you discovering your pregnancy. Which like mentioned before was several months into your dating.
When you finally dropped the news of your pregnancy, you were about five months along already. It hadn’t been much but a simple picture collage on Instagram of your belly being surrounded by two ultrasound pictures. Namjoon’s hands were laid over yours with the caption being: “our tiny bundle of joy”.
The internet blew up, which was understandable because their favorite supermodel was both tied down and “somebody’s baby mama”. It felt a little cruel to leave them hanging so you explained in a more formal post on your Instagram. “I know lots of you are surprised ‘n stuff but I wanna let you guys know I’m doing okay and I’m happy with my on-going pregnancy! As you can see I’ve met someone very special to me and we’ve been together for a while now. I hope you will all continue to support me! xoxo”.
Namjoon was next after you since he had wanted you to be on-board when you both decided to reveal your relationship. He did the same, except posting a full blown picture of you sitting in the grass with the sunlight pouring down over your frame. He added a simple heart to it and let his company do the rest for him.
When the baby was born you had decided to add all those little moments captured on camera to a small video you decided to dedicate to your little one. Looking back on it now makes your heart swell with utter adoration and love for Namjoon. You realize that you’d go to hell and back for him, and he’d do the same for you.
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After parties in LA are crazy, well the LA lifestyle was pretty wild on its own anyways. After attending your friend’s concert with Namjoon and some other friends of his, you two went off to the after party. It was pretty wild already, drinks were poured and people were sitting in small circles on the rooftop smoking weed and taking other stuff you were going to stay as far away from.
Namjoon and you were swaying together on the dancefloor, you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely and his hands settled on your waist. You admit that maybe you had taken a few more shots than intended, same for Namjoon but the buzz was pleasant though and being with your boyfriend made it one hundred times better.
He had his forehead resting on yours, a closed-eye smile on his face as he listened to you sing along to the song playing in the background. “You’re off-key.” He teases.
“Do you want me to stop? Wait, do I sound that bad?” You pout at him and bring him down for gentle kisses, “You’re supposed to lie to me and say I sing better than anyone on this Earth.”
Namjoon’s eyes open and he kisses you a bit more intensely, “You sing better than anyone on this planet.” He murmurs against your lips.
A small smile forms as you push your forehead against his, “Are you drunk right now Joon? You telling me these things cause you know it’s what I wanna hear?” You tease softly. He shrugs in response and you laugh again and throw your head back. The world around you spins from how dazed you are at the moment.
Namjoon follows and leans down to trail kisses up the column of your neck, “You singing isn’t the only thing going on in my mind right now baby,” he mumbles, “I could think of a couple other things we could be doing instead of being here.”
You hum in response, “What kind of things were you thinking of?” You lick your lips. He doesn’t reply, not verbally at least, he slots his lips against yours with more intensity than the small lazy kisses he has been exchanging with you this past hour.
A soft little moan escapes your lips and you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. He pulls you in so you’re both pressed up against each other and whatnot. Through his jeans you can feel the outline of his cock press against your thigh, hot and throbbing which in turn makes you whine quietly into his mouth. Namjoon hikes one of your legs around his hip so he can press right up against your clothed pussy.
You start grinding sensually against him, unknowingly moving to the beat of the music playing in the background. Namjoon groans softly against your lips and pulls back to stare into your eyes with a half-lidded expression. “C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.” He tugs you in by your ass.
You nod eagerly and stumble after him as he takes you through the large crowd of people. You’re in no state to drive and neither is he so you two catch a ride with a friend you see who also happens to be leaving the party too. The whole ride back to your home is spent exchanging heated kisses in the backseat of your friend’s car.
When you get there Namjoon hoists you up in his arms and carries you in. You tangle your hands in his soft hair and tug him closer for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he kicks the front door open and enters. “C’mon baby,” you mumble pawing at his shirt as you try to take it off, “need you so bad.”
Namjoon groans in response and sets you down, hurriedly tossing his shirt off and then going for the back of your pretty little dress you got on. The hallway becomes a mess leading to the bedroom where Namjoon has you pinned on the bed, hands searching through the drawer for a condom. You’re whining and pleading for him to hurry, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull from the kiss, “Forget about it baby.”
“You sure?” He dryly replies, swallowing in obvious excitement.
“Mmhmm.” You nod, “Just need you in me,” you breathily whisper and reach down to grip his hard cock, “c’mon baby, put it in.” You moan softly as you rub his cock up and down your wet slit, “You feel how wet I am for you?”
Namjoon shivers at your husky soft tone, his eyes drop down to where your hand is stroking his cock as you tease yourself with the mushroom tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and adds to the mess of slick your pussy has made. He moans loudly and reaches down to grip his cock himself and push up against you until the head catches at your opening.
“You’re driving me fuckin crazy baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Gonna have you shaking and gushin’ for me, pretty little pussy boutta cream all over my cock and make a fuckin mess.” He slurs out and presses in, pushing to the hilt until his pelvis is pressed close to yours.
A loud moan escapes your lips as you throw your head back on the pillow and grip the sheets. His words only seem to fuel the desire pooling in your belly causing you to grind up against him in an effort to chase your pleasure. Namjoon places both hands on either side of you, using it as leverage to hold himself above you while his hips begin to slowly roll into yours.
Your pussy is so slicked up you can hear every time he pushes his cock in and out. With a choke up whimper you reach between you two and rub your clit in slow circles to match with the speed of his thrusts. Namjoon buries his face in your neck and ends up mouthing at the skin there while he loses himself to the pleasure and rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck you feel so good babe,” he moans, “gripping me so nicely, wanna watch my cum drip from your pussy, love making a mess outta you.” He whispers into your ear, his hands slither down to grab your asscheeks and he holds onto them tightly while passionately fucking into your throbbing cunt.
A wobbly little cry bubbles out of your throat at the change of pace, he drives his cock into you passionately with his thrusts jostling you up the bed with how hard he’s going. Your bleary eyes open, the room around you is all blurred out from your tears and how tipsy you feel from the drinks earlier. You feel like you’re spinning in ecstasy, pleasure blooming pleasantly all throughout your body.
A blissful smile forms on your face as you hike your legs up higher around his body, “Mmm, right there Joonie I can feel you so deep in me… ‘s so good,'' you slur out, “gonna cum.” Your breath hitches.
Namjoon moans a little louder as he pulls back from your hickey littered neck to stare down at you, “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock baby? C’mon baby, wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he leans down to slot his lips with yours in a messy little kiss, “you’re so fuckin gorgeous babe.” He whispers like it’s a top secret no one must know.
“L-Love you so much,” you hiccup softly, “so, so, much.”
Namjoon whispers his own set of ‘I love yous’ whilst he fucks away at your cunt. His cock bumps into your g-spot over and over again, it makes your legs shake from the strong pleasure. Your orgasm draws nearer and nearer until you suddenly stiffen and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
“Namjoon..!” You cry out, hugging his body closely to you as you shake through your orgasm.
He groans in response and bucks up into you for a few more minutes until he’s coming too. He cums with a low moan of your name, head already dropped down on your chest. You end up laying there lazily trying to catch your breath and stay awake. A wave of drowsiness hits you out of nowhere, you try to blink the sleepiness away but every second that ticks by you’re closer to knocking out.
“Mmm so sleepy.” You softly whisper as you let your arms fall back on the bed and lay there motionlessly.
Namjoon hums in response as he lays his head on your bare tits, “Me too.” He mumbles out, eyes already closed in bliss.
“Les sleep,” you slur out softly and wrap your arms around his head, “so.. Sleepy.” You whisper the last part out before sleep takes over and you’re left in the dark.
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“... ‘Would you look at that Haru, daddy’s finally getting around to build your crib. After ordering and leaving it in the closet for months.’ You tease softly, holding the camera up as you try to get it to focus on Namjoon who’s sitting in the middle of the room reading a book of instructions with a look of utter confusion on his face.
‘You need help there?’ You laugh softly.
Namjoon looks up at you with his eyes lighting up with joy when he sees both you and your swelling baby bump, ‘You come in here to make fun of me or what?’ He chuckles as he sets the booklet down and holds his hand out to you.
‘No, dropped by to ask for the car keys cause I’m hungry–no, we’re hungry.’ You correct as you rub your belly and step closer.
Namjoon gently pulls you in and nuzzles his face against your tummy, ‘I left the keys in the room by the bed, what’re you gonna get?’ He says as he lays soft kisses over your shirt.
‘A burger or something.’ You reply and angle the camera downwards so you can capture him kissing your tummy, ‘You wanna come? That way you can take a break n stuff since this crib stuff is hard.’ You laugh.
‘Haha, very funny.’ Namjoon rolls his eyes with a chuckle.
‘Love youuuuu.’ You coo as you begin walking away, capturing his own ‘I love you’ just in time before you walk out the door…”
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Namjoon and you were both wrapped up in bed lazily making out with the TV on in the background. You were SUPPOSED to be watching the new Scream movie that came out but Namjoon had other plans. With him kissing up on you like that it reminded you how rare sex was between the two of you ever since Haru was born. It was like the kid had a sixth sense and knew when you guys were trying to get into the mood and stuff.
You’re surprised he hasn’t started crying through the monitors by now, but you rather not jinx it just yet. You’re both buried under the warm covers which obscures both you and your noises. Namjoon takes it slow, rocking his hips back and forth against yours. His cock fills you to the brim and brings nothing but a pleasant ache and pleasure. This is exactly what you were missing, the intimacy.
Given the circumstances around Haru’s conception you and Namjoon went back to using condoms because you were not about to risk anything (not that you didn’t miss him going bare, which he did a lot during the pregnancy). Soft moans and pleased little sighs left the both of you, between the two of you there were quiet squelching noises that your sopping pussy made from how slicked up you were down there.
“Shit.” Namjoon curses under his breath as he ducks down to hide his face in your neck.
He keeps the same pace up, making sure to hit those sensitive spots that send spiraling in pleasure. Your moans rise a bit in volume but he’s quick to hush you with his lips, not wanting to wake up the baby in fears of ending the one time you can fuck early. Namjoon pants softly and pulls back, reaching down to hike your thigh around his hip to go in deeper.
“Fuck you make me wanna give you another baby.” He groans out, “Gonna look so beautiful, full of our baby,” his eyes close and he shudders in pleasure like he’s thinking about it.
You let out a tiny mewl in response, pussy tightening around his cock at the thought of him knocking you up with another baby, “You’re not playing fair.” You softly pout.
Namjoon breathily chuckles but it dissolves into a moan when you squeeze around his cock again, “Can’t help it, you look too goddamn sexy.” He purrs and rocks into you faster.
The bed frame gently creaks from the increase in speed, you end up whining at the change and quivering, “Right there,” you bury your face in his neck and hold on, “mmm..mm.” He grunts quietly and keeps hitting that spot where you like it, he reaches down to flick his thumb over your clit in time with his thrusts.
Your head falls back and you let out a loud long moan, shivering for a few seconds before going limp as your pussy convulses around his cock. He hisses softly and lets himself fall on you as he rocks into you slowly, trying to stave off his own orgasm but failing miserably because you feel so good.
He throbs and a quiet moan escapes his lips, cum filling the condom (he secretly wishes it was you he was filling up. “Shit.” He lifts himself off of you and rolls on to his back, “Can’t believe we actually got to finish this time.” He chuckles.
You sleepily hum, curling up and closing your eyes, “..I know right..” You mumble softly, already on the verge of falling asleep since you know, that’s the parent life for you now.
Namjoon yawns quietly and leans over to smooch you gently, “Night baby.”
“....Night.” You whisper softly.
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“Is this..?”
“Yes.”
“..Holy shit, you’re serious. Fuck baby.”
“Are you not happy..?”
“Of course I am baby, I’m excited to have this baby with you. I love you more than life itself, I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you, only if you’ll have me of course.”
“Of course I will you big dummy, why wouldn’t I?”
“I love you two so much..”
“I love you too.”
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Dubious Headlines | Aemond Short Story (Part 2/3)
Aemond x Reader Modern!AU [Part 1 - Part 3]
Synopsis: In a world where Dragon Incorporation is the most powerful firm in town, Rhaenyra Targaryen's last announcement sends you, a journalist, to interview the younger sons of the family. However, you did not ask for any of this.
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“Please please please, I beg you Y/N.”
“Mathilda, let me remind you that you are the one who owes me one. Not the other way around!”
You put your last coins into the coffee machine, waiting for your beverage to be served, your friend begging next to you.
“I know I do but this is different! All that you have to do is come with me, sit your ass down, raise your hand every now and then and nothing more! You won’t even have to talk.”
You retrieved your cup before raising your eyes at your friend, arching a brow high, jaded. “This actually sounds worse Mathilda. You want me to… what, basically do nothing and watch while I have a ton of work waiting for me? Sorry but next time.”
You made your way to your desk again, determined to not yield to her pleading eyes. She stayed close behind.
“You know it’s more than that! Sam is usually the one to do it, he is on that other thing and you know we have more chances to get picked at press conferences if we are at least two! Come on, those Targaryens serve the best buffets, you will love it! Think of all the people you might meet for your future articles.”
You almost choked on your coffee when you heard the family name of the owners of Dragon Inc., blue and lilac eyes flashing into your mind, but you quickly recovered. “This is a press conference about the subdivision of Dragon Inc.? We are still covering that?” you asked rather eagerly, failing in staying cool in front of your colleague.
“Yes it is. I thought you would be interested since you were the one to get that exclusive interview. Great job by the way!” she winked.
Her attempts at buttering you up failed as you only responded with a cold and hard look, making her cheer smile disappear and be replaced by a grimace. It had been her fault if you had been forced to do that interview. Yes, the article had been a hit online, people a little too feral at the second son’s long due opinion, but you refused to do anything similar again, and you also refused to do other people’s jobs while they decided to bail out of work. Like Mathilda had.
“Tell you what,” she continued, resolute to have you on board, “You come with me, and I am your photographer for Sunday’s event.”
You raised a brow at her again. “You mean the fountain inauguration?”
“Yes yes whatever, I’m your gal.”
You bit the inside of your cheek in hesitation. “I don’t need a photographer.”
“Yeah right. I’ve seen your pictures. I assure you, your articles deserve better photos, and I am quite good at this. Please Y/N.”
She was right, of course, but you were still hesitant. But even if you would not admit it, you had made your decision the minute you heard the word “Targaryen”.
“Let it be clear between us: you still owe me. Big time.”
Mathilda’s face lit up at your words. “You won’t regret it! You are a life saver.”
“Yeah…” you sighed, looking at the unfinished article on your screen.
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The corporate headquarters were in the city centre, and thankfully for you, Mathilda seemed to know her way around as you grabbed a press badge and headed in one of the alleys of chairs in the conference hall, taking a seat two rows away from the stage. The loud murmurs began to fade as the subjects of your presence entered the room, taking place on the table in front of mikes.
In your opinion, you thought press conferences to be rather dull, gladly letting your other colleagues attend to them as you preferred to be tasked with other assignments, but every so often you would be forced to attend. Now it was one of those times, except that you only had to raise your hand every now and then, and let Mathilda do what she knew best as you relaxed into your chair. What a blast.
Rhaenyra Targaryen, beautiful and classy looking, was in the middle of the table, towering over the room, next to her uncle Daemon and other people you assumed to be part of the board. Mathilda whispered some of their names into your ear as they took a seat, among them Otto Hightower or Larys Strong, but quickly you weren’t listening any more as you saw three people that needed no introduction enter.
Aegon Targaryen, sunglasses on top of his head and hair tied in a bun, was followed by his sister Helaena, shy in appearance, and finally Aemond, who took place at the far left end of the table, just in front of where your seat was.
You swallowed nervously as you watched his eye scan the entire room with intensity while you took care in making yourself as small as possible, hidden behind the reporter in front of you.
As Rhaenyra opened the conference and hands rose up in the hair, yours included, you witnessed how the one-eyed Targaryen quickly fell into polite boredom, looking sometimes at his phone as all of the questions seemed directed only to his eldest sister. Aegon even engaged in a conversation with his grandfather during one of her replies, by disrespectful intent or simple inattention, you did not know.
At one point you had lost yourself so much in the way Aemond’s fingers moved on the table that the sudden voice of Mathilda next to you, finally picked to ask her questions, pulled you out of your reveries and forced you to pay attention. Her question was unsurprisingly directed at Aegon, and the Targaryen was finally able to talk for the first time. You listened to his voice, which you found to be far less enticing than his brother’s and risked a glance at the man in question, who was now paying attention to what was said again.
You were not prepared for the chills that covered your body when you witnessed his gaze dart from Mathilda, surely looking for the journalist that had taken interest in this brother, and then locking on to you, eyes widening slightly at your sight. You quickly averted your gaze back to Aegon, feigning to be focused on his words as you tried to control your heartbeat, until the eldest son ended his speech and drew your eyes to his brother again, finding him still looking at you. If Aemond Targaryen had been bored moments before, he certainly was not any more.
Mathilda nudged your side to give you a satisfied smile that you returned to her, letting out the breath you did not know you were holding and sat back in your chair, more than happy that the reporter in front of you had moved just enough to hide the silver-haired man from your view.
Then the conference came to an end and you had got up and tried to drag Mathilda by the arm, eager to leave but she had told you that she needed to see a bunch of people first in order to write her article. You had no choice but to stay when someone called out to her in the crowded lobby.
“Miss Swanson!”
Mathilda turned on her heels to face Aegon, smiling and extending his hand to shake hers. “M. Targaryen. A pleasure as always,” she said, warmly returning his smile.
He returned the greetings and when formalities were exchanged, he turned to look at you. “This is my colleague, Miss L/N,” Mathilda introduced you. “She is the author of the latest Westerosi’s article about your firm. Well, for now,” she winked, pointing her finger at her pad.
“Pleased to meet you M.Targaryen,” you said, extending your hand to meet his.
“Ah yes, a fine work you have done. I know my brother can be quite difficult sometimes, but you were up to the task I believe.”
You thanked him with a grateful smile. Aegon Targaryen turned out to be more charming than you had imagined, his confident attitude giving him the true appearance of a leader, even if you did not completely agree with his view on his brother.
Mathilda then inquired about the next steps of Aegon’s plans for his branch among other things, and you quickly lost interest until a tall figure approached Aegon from behind.
“… for the next few weeks. In fact, my brother here-” Aegon said as he saw his brother appear at his side, tapping his back, “-will be the one to take care of it. He is far more knowledgable in this matter than me,” he laughed as Aemond smiled politely, taking his place inside the circle just before you.
“Let me guess. This is about the investment plan, correct?” he inquired, glancing at his brother with a side look.
“Right on the mark as always,” Aegon smiled again. “Lovely Mathilda here had done her homework and already knew of it. It seems that I just cannot hide anything from her.”
Aemond only hummed as his eye examined your friend, lowering his head in a silent greeting before speaking. “This is not supposed to be made public before another week. I would be grateful if you kept the conversation you just had with my brother out of the records please.”
His tone was polite, and his voice soft, and you wondered how this man, possessing such charisma had not made it to the top yet. Mathilda could only nod as Aegon gently chuckled.
“Sometimes I truly wonder if you should not rather be the head of communication, and myself the head of finance brother.”
“Mhh,” was Aemond’s only reply. You all thought he would speak again but he remained perfectly still, hands clasped behind his back and Mathilda resumed her conversation with Aegon again.
You were unable to listen to what they said, Aemond’s eye was once again on you, his lips slightly curved upwards. “I’m surprised to see you here, Miss L/N, I thought that this kind of event wasn’t falling into your usual area of expertise.”
“Oh, I am just Mathilda’s second on this. She needed a plus one," you managed to say, glad to not be the first to break the ice. Or rather the unbearable tension that hanged in the air between you.
“Mh. I thought as much. It seemed we are both doomed to be the shadow of someone today for I am ensuring that Aegon does not say anything he shouldn’t," he smiled, glancing at his sibling. “Although I have already failed, it seems.”
You scoffed at that, glancing briefly at your side where Mathilda and the other Targaryen were deep into conversation. You didn’t know they were that close.
“Did you have the chance to read the article I wrote, M. Targaryen?”
He was tempted to tell you to call him by his first name instead of being so formal, but as he considered it he decided that hearing his name on your lips would be a dangerous thing for his self-control, your voice speaking his last name already music to his ears.
Maybe later. “I did. I really enjoyed it. But I did not expect anything else from you.” he paused as he saw you blush a bit. “From someone from your firm, I mean.”
You weakly nodded, your throat becoming a little dry but at the same time two pairs of eyes landed on you and Aemond as their own conversation ended on their side. “Well, ladies, even though I would rather spend time with you than with all of these vultures, it would be unfair if we stayed to speak with only you instead of sharing our time with your peers. If you will excuse us…”
Aemond’s serious look had reappeared and both brothers were now walking toward another circle of journalists.
You inhaled sharply as you stared into Aemond’s back. “Can we go now? You have everything that you need?”
“Hey, don’t be so grumpy, you just met two of the most influential men in town!”
“Yeah right,” you scoffed as you both walked to the exit. “You still owe me one.”
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It was cold for a Sunday morning, hands safely tucked into your coat as you walked toward the main plaza where a small crowd had already gathered. Officials from the city hall were standing next to the inaugural ribbon installed for the occasion, and you waved at the several familiar faces as you scanned the crowd to find your newly appointed photographer.
“Here you are! Way to be on time Y/N.”
“There was traffic from the main road to here. It was to be expected.”
Mathilda looked over your shoulder to where you just came from, acknowledging the mass of cars.
“I guess. Really thought it would be too cold for anyone to show up. Anyway, I took some pictures already,” she said as she put out her camera for you to see. “The mayor… the architect team… and oh look! How cute is this dog?”
You chuckled as you saw the picture of a dog stretching, his tiny tail in the air.
“Very cute! Did you get a picture of M. Hernet?” you asked, looking around for the man in question.
“Who?” your friend said, face confused.
You sighed in despair. “The deputy. The one in charge of the project, the most important man of the event?”
Her confused look deepened as you watched her face become slightly worried. You regretted your behaviour at once.
“Sorry just, don’t worry he will be the one to cut the ribbon anyway, you will get a better picture then.”
Mathilda nodded, reassured. Where she knew the business world, you knew the political world and culture, and as you made your way across the crowd to do your job, Mathilda continued her task at taking pictures admirably.
It took a whole hour of hand shaking and recorded conversations between officials and citizens before the inauguration began and for the deputy to take place behind the rostrum and speak. You only had to stand back and take notes for now, Mathilda next to you.
“… and I would like first to thank our most generous benefactor that made this fine homage to our beloved city possible, M. Aemond Targaryen from Dragon Incorporation who is here with us today…”
You felt blood rush into your ears as applause erupted around you, following the deputy’s gaze to land on the silver-haired man standing next to his assistant and the mayor, politely smiling as the people cheered him briefly. You felt Mathilda’s jaw drop next to you.
“Oh my god… did you know about this?”
You shook your head in response as you kept staring at him, wondering how you did not notice him before, his perfectly groomed hair glittering in the sun and a long green coat, making him ethereal.
“That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him attend official stuff like that,” your friend commented, quite surprised yourself at his presence but deciding that for the moment, you had to focus on the speech above all else.
The deputy kept on with a rather long one, enumerating other benefactors and underlining the importance of city identity for what seemed like an eternity before the scissors were brought to him. Still focused but feeling the event near the end, you put away your pen and kept your notes safely into your hands as Mathilda had gone to find a higher point to find a better angle to take pictures.
You slowly found yourself in the back of the crowd as the deputy cut the ribbon, revealing the brand new fountain with the statue of Bran the Builder, an eminent historical figure of your town.
“That’s rather ugly, isn’t it?”
You jumped at the voice next to your ear, finding Aemond Targaryen standing next to you, eye examining the face of Bran the builder with an interested look. Damn he was tall.
“It’s not that bad,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at Bran’s disproportionate body, crooked nose and prominent moustache, trying to ignore how good the man at your side smelled.
“Don’t lie Miss L/N. I know you have finer tastes than this, I have read your articles on the latest art exhibition at the city gallery.”
You felt a jolt of pride as you realised that Aemond Targaryen had taken an interest in your other works, but you decided to play it humble.
“At least he is recognisable,” you replied, internally laughing. “You like art, M. Targaryen?”
“I do. In fact my mother and I had opened a gallery of our own to expose art that deserved better treatment in our opinion. You would love it, I think.”
You looked at him with enthusiasm, your interest definitely picked up as he looked very satisfied with himself.
“Is it open to the public? I have never heard of it.”
“Not yet, but I would be honoured if you were the first to review it and publish something about it. I know your opinion to be usually of value and on point."
“Then I will stop by,” you grinned, happy to be part of such an exclusive occasion. You knew his mother Alicent was a reputed art amateur with a very good eye for talented painters. No wonder his son would be as refined as her.
You both watched in comfortable silence as people kept on applauding at the structure, the mayor advancing to shake hands with the deputy and the architect’s team, big smiles on their faces. Then your journalist instinct kicked in again.
“I have to ask,” you began, “As a benefactor, was the contribution in the name of your firm or was it your own money?”
“If you wish to interview me again, we should find a less crowded place to do so Miss L/N.”
“It’s a simple question. It can be off the record if you want," you replied. “And you can call me Y/N.”
Aemond’s gaze scanned you with intensity, pausing as you unconsciously reached for your pen again, awaiting his response. “Very well, Y/N,” you felt something twitch in your stomach at that last word as he reported his eye on the statue. “On the record, I will say that our family takes great care in our city's legacy, since we are ourselves descending from the founders, so it was important to us that the company as a whole contributes to further establish its greatness.”
You stopped yourself from arguing over the veracity of his claim about his family being one of the founders and kept on.
“So you are only here as your family representative?”
“Correct,” his eye did not glance away from the fountain as he leaned in closer to you, his breath reaching your skin. “And, off the record, I have hated every moment of it until now.”
You could only stare at him as he stood back straight again, a faint smile on his lips, and you thought that your heart had stopped beating. He had to stop whatever he was doing, or else you would be unable to remember how to breathe properly.
“For what it’s worth,” you said, clearing your throat as you reported your gaze on the fountain as well. “I think you are doing a great job for someone who doesn’t like public appearances.”
You felt his eye pass on you briefly but said nothing before the mayor took the stand again, stealing your professional attention as you listened to him thanking subordinates and the citizens for their unfailing support. You felt your body relax as the people started to step closer in order to examine the fountain, letting your arms fall at your sides leisurely.
The next moment you felt your fingers touch something warm and quickly looked down to see Aemond’s hand inches away from yours. Your index then seemed to move on his own accord, reaching for the back of his hand that remained perfectly still, and in your trance state you could feel blood pump into your ears.
You completely lost yourself in the feeling of how soft his skin was for a moment, all things around you put on mute, until you saw his hand twitch, as if suddenly awaken by your touch. It made you realise what you were doing and pull out your hand in a sharp movement, apologising immediately as you met his perplexed look. What the hell were you doing?
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t mean to-”
“Your hands are freezing,” he interrupted.
And yours are burning hot, you thought. It was incredible how warm his skin has been under your fingers, convinced that his touch would leave a mark on yours.
“Oh it’s nothing, I get cold hands really quickly so…”
He reached for your hand again and it took everything you had not to moan on the spot as he put it inside both of his palms, sending shivers up into your arm at his warmth. You could have stayed hours like this, yearning for more while he just stared at your palm, tracing small circles into the inside of your wrist. You both said nothing, his eye slightly hooded with something you did not recognise and after a while, it was his turn to realise what he was doing and gently let go of your hand, tucking his hands back safely into his coat pockets before further embarrassing himself. Your skin itched in frustration.
“You should drink something warm,” he stated, looking around him, his face becoming slightly red. “There is a c-”
“M. Targaryen!”
A man called Simon, the city hall press supervisor that you had known for many years now, was making his way through the crowd, and as he saw you next to Aemond, his eyes brightened when he recognised you. “Ah Y/N! Beautiful as always….” he said, shaking your hand as you briefly sensed Aemond tense slightly next to you. “I’m glad they sent you!”
“Who else?” you smiled back, happy for the distraction he granted you from Aemond’s burning touch. He turned to the man in question.
“M. Targaryen, would you be so kind as to join the mayor in order to take some pictures? It will only take a moment.”
You saw him bite his lip in frustration, clearly not attracted by the prospect of doing such a public act, but he ultimately obliged, following Simon to the front as you tried not to think of how his lower lip had slightly reddened at the movement.
“Okay, I think I have everything,” you heard Mathilda say as she reached you, eyes locked on the screen of her camera. “You’re gonna be happy with those.”
You only hummed in acknowledgment as you watched Aemond display a fake smile of contentment and shake hands amidst the camera flashes. You tried not to cringe too much when multiple women went to him in order to talk to him as the mayor released him.
“What are you staring at like that? You’re not even blinking.”
You detached your gaze from Aemond at once, not wishing for Mathilda to conclude anything before turning on your heels to leave.
“Nothing. I’ll head home and start writing. You’ll send me the picture soon, okay?”
Mathilda nodded as she watched you leave, clearly taken aback by your shift of mood.
Near the fountain, Aemond cursed the many people blocking his way as he saw you leave.
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Part 3
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“Anyone seen Lance?” Shiro asks, checking his watch. “We have to suit up in an hour, but I haven’t heard anything from him.”
No sooner do the words come out of his mouth does the man in question stroll into the kitchen, pausing in front of the table where everyone is gathered and clearing his throat.
“I will not be accompanying you guys on the mission,” he announces.
It takes everyone a moment to process that one. Hunk is the first to react, something clicking in his expression before he groans, resting his forehead on the table.
“Here we go,” he mutters tiredly.
Lance happily ignores him, pouring himself some food goo and taking a seat next to Keith.
“Are you ill?” Allura asks, when Lance fails to provide any further context.
“Nope! I’m just going to hang back from this mission because I Saw what’s going to happen last night and no part of me is interested in crawling through sewage. Y’all have fun, though.”
“Why the hell do you think we’ll be crawling through sewage?” Keith asks. “All the Yuvleans want us to do is find some crystal for them.”
“And I’m telling you it’s going to involve crawling through the sewage system,” Lance insists. “I’m not doing that. I’ll stay on the castle with Coran and do chores, or something.”
Shiro looks pleadingly to Hunk.
“Please translate,” he asks.
This is not unusual. Lance and Hunk frequently have to explain each other’s trains of thought to the team at large.
“Lance thinks he can see the future,” Hunk explains tiredly. “He is not a Seer. He just gets lucky, occasionally, and he’s observant. There is nothing I can do to convince him otherwise.”
“That’s because you’re wrong,” Lance says patiently. “I do so get visions. I told you about the mermaid planet when we were fifteen, remember?”
“Lance, you dreamed once about alien mermaids and the universe is so batshit insane that it ended up being true. That is not predicting the future.”
“Mhm, sure. And the fact that I knew the names of the mermaids we could trust was coincidence.”
“Exactly!”
Hunk and Pidge both look exasperated, but Keith looks intrigued.
“You can really tell the future?”
“Please tell me you don’t believe in that shit too,” Pidge groans.
Both paladins ignore her.
“Not as clearly as you’re thinking,” Lance says, making a so-so motion with his hand. “I don’t usually get full detailed visions, although I do occasionally. Usually I get bits and pieces, right before something happens. Like, if we’re on an infiltration mission and we don’t know which hallway to take to escape, I usually get a flash of images that tell me what’s down each one.”
Shiro, who had been eyeing Lance warily for the most part, tilts his head in consideration. “You do manage to lead us out of ships when everything goes to shit.”
Hunk looks at him incredulously. “You too?! What part of ‘Lance has good instincts and is crazy observant’ am I making unclear? Science, people!”
“I’m not saying I think he can see in the future,” Shiro says hastily. “But I’m not saying he can’t, either.”
“Thank you,” Lance says emphatically. “Finally, someone believes me.”
“Hey,” Keith protests. “I believed you the whole time!”
“‘Course, Mullet,” Lance says with a grin and a wink. Keith goes a little red. “I appreciate it.”
“I also believe you!” Allura says excitedly. “One of my mother’s handmaidens also spoke of an ability to see forward in time, and she often made excellent predictions about future trades!”
“Ha,” Lance says, pointing his spork triumphantly at his best friends. Both of them roll their eyes in tandem. “Coran believes me, too. Said he can feel it in my quintessence, or something. You guys are outnumbered.”
“Whatever,” Pidge mutters, but she doesn’t really look all that annoyed. “I can’t believe you’re skipping the chance to flirt with pretty aliens just because you had a weird dream. I can’t believe you’re staying back to do chores instead of prancing around the planet’s canals and comparing the water to beaches back home.”
Lance shrugs, standing up to dunk his empty bowl in the sink. “Like I said, I’m not crawling through the sewer,” he says, heading for the doors. “But y’all have fun. Let me know if you meet the ninja turtles.”
———
Hours later, five very grumpy, very dirty paladins stomp their way back to the castle. Lance and Coran meet them at the decontamination chamber.
“Have a shitty time?” Lance asks smugly.
“Dollar in the bad pun jar,” Keith says immediately, just as Hunk says: “Can it, Cassandra.”
Hunk sounds cranky as he says it, but instead of being offended, Lance only laughs.
“Fitting,” he taunts, “since no one believed Cassandra and she ended up being right. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it, Hunky?”
Hunk levels him with a glare, but only lasts about three seconds before a reluctant smile spreads across his face.
“Alright, alright, touché. I still think you just made an educated guess. But I’ll give you that one.”
“Sure thing, bud. I’ve Seen the day you and Pidge believe me, you know. I’m going to be very smug.”
“More smug than right now?” Allura asks.
Lance smirks. “Exponentially.”
———
Shiro doesn’t let Lance skip any more missions because of his Sight. “If a mission is going to suck, then we get to suffer as a group. Team building,” he reasons.
He still doesn’t quite believe that Lance can See the future. But he does start to take Lance’s input in mission planning, so long as Lance can actually rationalize his predictions.
“That’s not going to work,” Lance says firmly, tapping the path Shiro has drawn down a hallway on the blueprints of the Galran cruiser they’re planning to infiltrate. “If we split up, Allura is going to get ambushed and hurt.”
Shiro inclines his head. “Reasoning?”
Lance pauses for a moment to study the blueprints further, trying to figure out why he knows that to be true. He saw the altercation in a vision, of course, but over the weeks of planning with Shiro he’s found that his divinations often follow a largely logical path of reasonings, Sherlock-style.
“This is a Druid-heavy cruiser,” he says finally. “See how the energy systems are rerouted to neutralize more power outbursts than usual? That means a lot of raw quintessence outside of its usual transport containers, which means Druids. And you know how freaky they are about trying to isolate Allura and take her for her quintessence abilities. She shouldn’t spend a second on this ship alone, and especially not down the corridors that are most heavily fortified and monitored. She’s our strongest, but in this case it will only make her a target.”
“Sounds good to me,” Shiro says, placing a proud hand on Lance’s shoulder. “We’ll work out something better, huh?”
———
It’s no secret that Lance spends at least two nights a week at the observation deck; missing his family and falling asleep to the projection of Earth’s steady turn. The team has quietly worked out something like a schedule, making sure he’s never there alone, and everyone makes sure he knows he knows they love him and are there for him.
Lance pretends to be oblivious to the schedule. He saw it in a dream before he’d even met most of the team, but he likes that they try so hard to keep it quiet anyway. It’s sweet.
“Do you know why I’m like this?” he asks one night, when Coran is the one to follow him in.
The advisor takes a moment to consider the question carefully, humming softly.
“I felt something different about you the second I saw you,” he says eventually. He huffs a laugh. “That’s half the reason I was so defensive of you.”
Lance snorts, remembering Coran’s flailing and threats. “I thought it was because I made eyes at Allura.”
Coran grins, checking him gently across the shoulders. “That, too, lad.” His expression turns more serious, pondering. “But I’ve always been very in tune with the energies of the universe, the balance of quintessence in every single thing that takes space. My father taught me to sit quietly with the space between things, to feel how they fit together. You, my dear —” he shifts to look at Lance directly, jewelled eyes meeting deep brown — “your quintessence reaches farther than most. For whatever reason, your soul is stretched wide, across space and time. Everyone’s is, to some degree, but yours more so. For whatever reason, when you came to be, the universe saw fit to grant you the burden of Knowing.”
He takes one of Lance’s hands in his, squeezing gently. “It’s a lot of responsibility, child. But there’s no one I would trust more to shoulder it with grace.”
———
Usually, Lance’s Gift is harmless. It doesn’t matter who on the team does or does not believe — it never has a great enough bearing on their life and mission to make a massive decision.
Until it does.
Until Lance stops mid-attack, freezing in his lion, shout ringing through the comms.
“Lance, come in,” Shiro demands. “What’s wrong?”
Everyone’s screen flickers for a moment before Lance’s comm feed pulls up, brown eyes wide and panicked, terror written all across his face.
“We need to pull back!” he says frantically. “Now, now, now!”
“We can’t pull back now!” Pidge protests. “That ship has the closest guarantee to finding Matt than any other we’ve found so far, and our intel guarantees we outmatch them!”
“I Saw differently, they have —”
Pidge bares her teeth at him. “If you think I’m giving up on my brother because you think you can tell the future —”
“You have to trust me,” Lance begs. “The entire fleet is a setup. All the fighter jets are manned by sentries, there’s not a single soldier on board the commanding ship. It’s a giant bomb. The second we touch it it’s going to blow so big it’ll start a new solar system. Please.”
“Lance, now is not the time —” Shiro interjects.
“I know, but —”
“We have every guarantee from the Blades that my brother may very well be on that ship!” Pidge says shrilly. “I know you think you can see the future Lance, but I just can’t trust that!”
“I’m not asking you to trust it,” Lance says again, more and more desperate by the second. “I’m asking you to trust me. And I promise you, Pidge, if we move forward than every single one of us is going to die.”
Tears drip from Pidge’s eyes. Her face crumples.
“Why are you making me choose between my brother and the team?” she sobs.
“Please trust me,” Lance begs again.
She swipes a hand across her eyes.
“If you’re wrong, I’m never going to forgive you.”
As soon as she says the words, Lance is yelling for everyone to pull back. Shiro echoes him, and the retreat back to the castle. As Allura opens a wormhole, the entire fleet starts to blow, every explosion tripping the ship next to it, until the entirety of the blackness of space is ignited in bright white flame and incinerating debris.
They barely make it through the wormhole in one piece.
———
“I still don’t believe you,” Pidge says stubbornly, once her tears have dried and they’re all safe in their hangars.
Lance smiles softly. “Thank you for trusting me anyway.”
———
Hours after everyone else has fallen asleep, after the last movie for movie night has ended, Keith and Lance sit facing each other on a mound of blankets, knees pulled up their their chins and arms held tightly around their legs.
“Your turn,” Keith whispers.
Lance hums. “How many questions do I have left?”
“We passed twenty forever ago. I think we’re just getting to know each other, now.”
“Oh.”
“Is that okay?”
Lance hides a grin in his pajama-covered knees. “Yeah.”
“Good. Ask your question, doofus. You’re taking forever.”
“‘Kay. How come you pretended not to recognize me when we were rescuing Shiro?”
Keith’s face flames. “I really didn’t recognize you!” he insists.
Lance shakes his head. “We had four group projects together, and you smirked at me after no less than twelve flight sims. I’m not buying it, Samurai.”
Keith holds his gaze for several minutes, glaring stubbornly. But finally he deflates.
“Fine,” he concedes. “I remember you. But if I tell you why I pretended to forget, you have to promise not to get mad, okay?”
“Fine, fine. Just tell me already.”
Keith looks away. He’s quiet for long enough that Lance reaches over to pinch him for not answering.
“Jesus, okay! I’m getting there.” He bites his lip. “Do you remember that dumbass line you used to say? About threading the needle?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Uh. I didn’t get it for a long time. I thought —” he grimaces, accepting Lance’s oncoming diva fit — “I thought your name was Taylor. So.”
To his surprise, Lance bursts out laughing.
“You dumbass! Did you really?”
“It was a valid assumption!” Keith defends. “You said that people called you tailor! What was I supposed to think?”
“Our names are right next to each other on roll call,” Lance chokes out, wiping a tear from his eye. He flashes a teasing grin as he slowly starts to calm down. “Guess there’s I reason I usually did better on the practicals, huh?”
“Oh, shut up,” Keith says, scowling. “You barely did better.”
“Neck and neck,” Lance teases.
“Yeah, yeah, cargo pilot. Whatever you say.”
They’re both quiet for a moment, silence interrupted only by Shiro’s horrible snoring and Lance’s occasional giggle.
“It’s your turn,” he says, once he’s finally gotten himself under control. Keith rolls his eyes, but asks anyway.
“How come you don’t flirt with random aliens anymore?”
To his surprise, the question makes Lance flush darkly. He looks away, picking at his nails.
“I, uh, Saw that I end up with someone soon. Feels disrespectful to flirt knowing I’m gonna be with him any time now.”
Keith’s breath hitches. “Him?”
“Them,” Lance corrects hastily, but the damage is already done.
“Who is he? Do I —”
“Game’s over,” Lance says hastily. “I just had a vision. If we keep playing you’re going to choke to death and die after I make an excellent joke, so. Better safe than sorry.”
“You’re so full of shit,” Keith accuses, but Lance has never been wrong before, so he hesitates.
Lance notices, doubling down. “Yep. I try to give you the Heimlich and everything, but it doesn’t work. You die in minutes. Gotta prevent that.”
“Fine,” Keith says sullenly. “I guess we should go to sleep then.”
“Probably,” Lance agrees, audibly relieved. “Don’t want you to die or anything.”
His face is red until the second he falls asleep.
———
Lance has his impulsive moments, sure. But the real impulsive members of the team are Keith or Pidge, no question about it. They are the king and queen of dumbass, split-second decisions.
When Lance gets a vision, mid-fight, on a planet so overrun with Galran soldiers that ‘outnumbered’ does not begin to cover it, he kicks both of those losers off their thrones by a goddamn mile.
“Lance!” Allura yells, once she realizes he’s breaking formation. “What the quiznack are you doing?”
“The witch controls it all,” he gasps out, to quiet for anyone to hear. He ignores the shouts of his team, ignores their questions, ignores his own guilt for leaving them so abruptly, and books it, as fast as he can, straight towards the cluster of Druids. They stand in a perfect circle, all perfectly still, tendrils of lightning quintessence pouring out of them faster than Lance can track, all tunnelling towards where Zarkon stands suspended above them all, sending deadly bolts of attack at Voltron and their scrambling allies down below. Every time a Druid drops, their very life force drained from them, a new one fills their place, as quickly as possible.
But Lance doesn’t need to see what’s in the centre of their circle with his eyes. He’s Seen it. He knows who lies in the middle of the cluster, who is pulling the strings between the entire empire, who has been this entire time.
As he runs, he feels his bayard warm in his hand, feels the form change from the barrel of his beloved gun to something sturdy, smooth, curved. When he glances down, he sees the familiar contour of a bow.
It’s too simple.
Far too simple.
But Lance trusts himself. He trusts the universe, and the responsibility Coran says it has granted him. He knows it would not lie to him.
He stops hundreds of feet before the cluster of Druids, standing firm as they all turn to face him in unison. He does not flinch when they raise their arms towards him, does not move when Zarkon turns to face him, raw quintessence lighting up his arms as he takes aim directly where Lance stands.
Lance breathes in. He aims the bow high in the sky, not at the Druids, not at Zarkon, but where he knows the arrow will arch gracefully, and make it’s deadly decent: landing dead in the centre of the Druids, where Haggar stands, unfocused on the sky above her.
Lance exhales.
He fires.
He hears a wicked shriek echo louder than any person every could, just as Zarkon’s final blast hits him square in the chest.
His own agonized screams drown out the terrified yells of his team.
———
You’d think it would be quiet, death. It’s the absence of life, after all. The cease of all movement. The end of one’s time.
It’s not.
Lance feels every one of his cells as they sizzle and fry, his very molecules tearing themselves apart as the blast of quintessence breaks easily through his armour. He feels every part of his body and soul incinerate out of existence.
It sounds like one long, shrill screech of brakes stopping abruptly.
It hurts.
———
“There’s no way he’s going to survive that! It’s a waste of time to hope!”
“How can you say that? How dare you say that?
“You think I want to? You think I want this? His very soul was fried, Keith! He is my best friend, he is my brother, but I am not going to put myself or anyone else through the pain of hoping!”
“The pain of hoping is the only thing that can make the pain of giving up feel better!”
———
Coming back to life is shockingly silent, in contrast. Still, too. He knows he’s not dead — he can’t be, if he’s thinking — but he can’t feel any further than that.
Everything is quiet.
———
It’s barely noticeable, when he can finally feel again. The faintest brush of a hand through his hair, a whisper, the press of lips to his forehead.
Then nothing, again.
———
“You’re going to make it, Lance. I’ll kill you if you don’t, you dumbass, selfless bastard.”
———
By the time he can finally move again, he feels like he’s lived four thousand lives. It’s the barest twitch of his finger, but it makes someone gasp, and then there’s a hand grasping his.
“C’mon, Lance,” it says quietly. “Prove me wrong, okay? About Seeing and living and everything. Please. Show me how wrong I was. I’ll even let you gloat forever, okay? I’ll never complain again. I’m sorry.”
Lance tries his hardest to move further, to squeeze Hunk’s hand; hell, even to twitch his finger again.
Nothing.
“That’s okay,” Hunk assures quietly. There’s a slight pressure on his head, briefly, and the scent of Hunk’s face cream and motor oil, and then it’s gone.
“Take your time, okay? I’ll be here. We all will.”
———
The first person Lance sees when he finally opens his eyes again is Allura. He can’t make his mouth move, can’t call out, but he doesn’t have to — she smiles softly at him, never moving her hand from his hair.
“It’s good to see those eyes again,” she whispers. “We’ve missed you, Lance. You think you can try moving your hand? I’ll help you, if you like.”
Lance screws his eyes shut — not because he wants to, he doesn’t, he’s only just opened them, he never wants to close them again — but he can’t seem to stop himself. It takes so much effort just to lift his hand a millimeter up from the mattress it rests on.
“Good!” Allura says, and when Lance forces his eyes open again he sees that she’s smiling much brighter, now, although tears drip down her cheeks.
“You’re so much closer every day, asteraki. In a couple weeks you’ll be all healed up, I’m sure. Okay?”
Lance still can’t make his mouth move, but he manages a hum. That makes her smile wider.
———
Allura is not entirely correct. He is not entirely healed in a couple weeks. But he gets closer and closer every day. After one week, he can move his hands, even though they shake. After two, he can speak, although his voice is raspier than the desert.
The first thing he asks for is an update — did he do it? Did it work?
“Zarkon and Haggar crumbled to dust,” Shiro assures him. “The second your arrow struck. Ten thousand years caught up to them, I guess. The Druids died, too. The Empire hasn’t really gone anywhere, but it’s in chaos. No one knows what to do. Planets are revolting left and right.”
He squeezes Lance’s hands, lifting one up to press a kiss to his knuckles.
“You did it, kiddo. You and that goddamned gift of yours.”
———
It takes months. Months of physical therapy, if speech therapy, of disgusting nutrient-rich diets and fine-motor training that frustrates Lance to tears.
It works, though. Over time, he starts to come back to himself. Not everything is fixed — he needs hearing aids, now, because he was so close to Haggar’s final scream that it shattered his ear drums. His hair is bleached white, too, and lightning-shaped scars run up and down his skin — Shiro jokes that they should start a club. He’s unbelievably lucky that he regains all the mobility in his hands. He still speaks in a stutter, and he likely will for the rest of his life.
But he’s fuckin’ alive, goddamnit, so he’s sure as shit not complaining.
His visions stop coming, too.
He doesn’t mind.
“You were right, though,” Hunk says.
As promised.
“You really could see the fuckin’ future. I’ll be damned.”
“This moment was slightly less depressing in my vision,” Lance says, grinning wryly. “All I got were those two sentences. Who know I almost had to die to get ‘em.”
Hunk glares, flicking him lightly in the forehead. “Too soon, buddy.”
“It’s been half a goddamn year since I got nuked!”
“It will be too soon for the rest of our lives. Your lucky I didn’t build you the safety bubble I wanted to build you, you menace.”
“He really was going to,” Pidge pipes up. “I had to pry the blueprints from his hands.”
Lance tips an imaginary hat. “And I thank you for your service.”
“Whatever, goober,” she says, rolling her eyes, but she’s smiling.
———
There’s nothing strange about the knock on his door. Keith knocks as he always does: just one singular knock, to make people on edge, because he thinks it’s funny.
But Lance freezes.
Because he recognises this feeling, the intense feeling of déjà vù mixed with clear memory — one of his old visions is playing out.
And there’s only one outstanding vision of his that takes place in his bedroom, with Keith, as he’s folding laundry.
“Come in,” he squeaks, desperately trying to compose himself and fight the blush off his face and failing horribly.
Keith steps in and immediately starts helping Lance with the laundry, even though he’s horrible at it and always insists that closets have more space if you roll up clothes instead of folding them.
Menace boy.
He’s quiet for a long moment, rolling laundry until Lance smacks him, and then begrudgingly folding it.
“Did you See this?” he asks eventually.
“Yes,” Lance admits, because he sees no reason to lie.
“Then you know what I’m going to say.”
“I do.”
Keith’s hands finally still, and he sighs, finally looking over at Lance with a smile that shows the barest peek of his crooked incisors. “That doesn’t make it easier, somehow.”
Lance’s belly curls, like he always does when Keith smiles at him like that. He tries to remind himself that he is a grown ass man and he does not need to swoon like a preteen when his crush looks at him, thanks. He forces himself to set the laundry down and take a step towards Keith.
“You should say it anyway.”
Keith hums, closing the distance between them and placing on hand on Lance’s hip.
“Is that how we’re gonna play it, Sharpshooter? You’re not gonna have mercy on me?”
Lance’s breath hitches. “Not for a second.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Keith mumbles, and then his other hand cups Lance’s cheek and he doesn’t waste a second before pressing their lips together, firmly, like he knows Lance can take it.
“I’m in love with you, Lance. I want to be yours. Sound alright?”
“I suppose I could live with it,” Lance rasps, completely unable to dodge the flick that Keith aims for his head when they stand so close.
He decides he doesn’t mind, though, not when Keith shuts up any further teasing with another press of their lips together.
And another.
And another.
It’s just as good as Lance knew it would be.
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it's always been you
summary -- the one where peter parker realises how badly he's messed up. cue a heart to heart with aunt may, a heartbreak and a love confession warnings -- mentions parental death (gwens dad), minor explicit language, little bit of angst and mostly fluff authors note -- this is a part two to this fic so please read that beforehand!!!
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Peter Parker cannot believe how badly he had messed up. Really, if someone had tried to bestow the ‘worst person in the world’ award upon him, he wouldn’t even think to turn it down; he knows he deserves it more than anyone else possibly could. Not only had his selfishness caused Gwen to lose her father, he had also lost you. His best friend, the other half of him. The biggest and brightest part of him.
There’s a lot of things that he knows to be true: Aunt May is the best cook, grass is green, Flash Thompson is a grade A asshole. And that you are, without a doubt, the most important person in the world to him. Peter knows he loves you, more than he should love a best friend really, and he knows that losing you would be the catalyst to his downfall.
And, Peter Parker absolutely does not want to live in a world without you. Only, now he sort of is living in a world without you. He knows that he has to make it right, and he has to fix what he’s broken. Only, he’s not quite sure how he is supposed to fix something that he doesn’t know can be fixed; that’s where May Parker, the wisest woman he’s ever known, comes in.
“Y/n told me that she loves me,” Peter confesses over dinner, five days later. There’s an air of nonchalance about him that he knows will likely drive Aunt May crazy, but he needs to get through this conversation first. “I went to go see her, after Gwen’s father died. She cried, and I apologised and told her that I had kissed Gwen. When she told me that she loved me, she told me that she knew I was a boy that would never be hers.”
May looks rightfully perplexed, trying to figure out what the right thing to say in this situation would be. “How do you feel about Gwen?” She asks; a question Peter’s not sure that he knows the answer to. Though, he sort of does know the answer deep down; she’s pretty, and smart, and sweet. Gwen Stacey would totally be his type if he wasn’t in love with you.
When Peter fails to answer, May knows that it’s time to try a different approach. “Okay, picture this: you’ve graduated from school with a doctorate in mechanical engineering and now you’re working in a lab. It’s a Friday evening and it’s been a busy week and at the end of the day, you drive home. Who, and what, are you driving home to?”
It’s quiet in the kitchen as Peter thinks about it, trying to envision where he is in the future. He knows that if Gwen had asked him this question, he’d have to say it’s her. But when it’s May Parker asking, the answer feels like it could be different. And it makes him feel guilty, like he’s leading Gwen on. But it’s you, Peter thinks, it’s always been you.
“It’s Y/n,” Peter answers when dinner has long been over. May is sitting on the couch, watching a movie on the television when Peter comes to interrupt her downtime. “I’ll come home from the lab, and I’ll be tired from a long week. And, Y/n will be sitting at the kitchen table, music playing in the background, maybe from the radio or Spotify, whilst she works on her novel. Maybe we have a dog or cat, but there will be several loose pages in front of her. She’s editing, and looks tired, but still so beautiful. She saves her work, gets up to kiss me. And all the tiredness and stress just dissipates, melts away. Because I’m home. And, it’s Y/n. It’s always been Y/n.”
May smiles at him so brightly that Peter thinks that it could power New York City forever. And, he knows that he’ll have to break Gwen’s heart in order to love his best friend the way that he wants to. “Go, Peter,” May tells him, the movie forgotten about now. She doesn’t mind, she’s seen it before and her nephew needs her attention the most right now. “You have to talk to Gwen, and Y/n.”
“I can’t, May. I can’t.” Peter knows that he sounds desperate, and that there’s only so much his Aunt May can help him with. But, maybe it’ll be enough anyway. “I can’t break Gwen’s heart, not when she’s lost her dad. But Y/n is everything to me, and I don’t want to live in a world where she isn’t mine.”
“I know that Gwen has lost her father, and that is a hurt she will feel forever,” May pauses for a second, trying to gather her emotions as she thinks about Ben, and how grief is a hurt that is always felt. “But not telling her? Peter, that is going to make her feel worse. Gwen deserves better than you pretending to love her. And, she will move on and she’ll find the one for her. And in ten, or twenty, years time, she might even be grateful to you.”
Peter nods, moving to press a kiss to his aunt’s forehead before rushing to grab his skateboard from where he’d dumped it in the entrance way. He’s quick as he skateboards through the city streets, avoiding getting hit by the traffic. One knock, two knocks, three knocks before Gwen opens the door. “Peter!” Gwen exclaims, voice full of surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, you wanna come in?”
“No I, uh-” Peter pauses, trying to come up with the right words. He hates that he’s about to break Gwen’s heart, but he knows that it’s necessary for the sake of love. A deep breath before, “no, sorry. I’m not staying long. I feel like such an ass for telling you this but I can’t not tell the truth and I really am so sorry for the loss of your father and I know this isn’t a great time but Y/n told me that she loves me and I left without saying anything because I’m with you. Only, I love her. Like, a lot. And, it’s Y/n, you know? It’s always been her.”
“I know.” Gwen smiles, and Peter’s not entirely sure what to think. And, Gwen must sense the boy's confusion because, “I know it’s always been Y/n for you. The two of you have been best friends for twelve years now and I see the way that you look at her. You look at Y/n like she strung all the stars in the night sky. I won’t lie and say I’m not upset by this, because I am. But you love her. So please, Peter, go and tell her okay? I’ll be okay.”
Peter’s quick to press a kiss to Gwen’s forehead, “I love you.” He’s honest, and earnest, and even though Peter doesn’t mean it in the romantic way, it still warms Gwen’s heart to hear him say the words. “I know it’s not in the way you want me to mean it, and I’m sorry that it’ll never be you. But I love you, Gwen Stacy. And, goodbye.”
In the blink of an eye, Peter is already skateboarding back home, stopping at your house with a hopeful smile on his face. Your bedroom window is open, and Peter can hear your music playing and the sound of you typing on your keyboard and oh – how it fills his heart with joy to hear the familiar sounds of the Peter + Y/n playlist. Skateboard abandoned in a bush, he climbs up the trellis until he’s leaning against your windowsill. “Hey, you.”
You jump, whirling around on your desk chair to see the boy you’ve loved your entire life. It’s a fresh sort of pain, and you can’t help but wonder why he’s practically hanging off your windowsill. “Get in here, idiot,” you shake your head at his foolishness. Peter does so, sitting on your bed to look at you. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you meant to be with Gwen?”
“I told Gwen I don’t love her,” Peter starts, trying not to laugh at the look of pure shock and disbelief on your face. “Well, I did tell her I love her but not in the way she wants me to love her. Not in the way that I love you. Because, I do love you. I don’t know when I started loving you but I shouldn’t have left that night. I should have said it back, but-”
“Gwen.” You finished for him, and Peter just nods. Truth be told, you’re not sure what there is left to say to Peter. Everything you wanted to say, you had already said so there wasn’t much else left to say. You turn away from him, and Peter worries that he’s blown it so he hangs his head in dejection whilst you save the document you’d been working on.
“Tell me again.” You practically demand, whirling back around on your chair. You don’t know why you’re so desperate to hear him say those three magic words again; maybe it’s because you’re not entirely sure it’s real. “I need you to tell me again. Please.”
And Peter does, with a softness that could put the finest of wools to shame, three words delicately weaved together with the finest of red threads; connecting the two of you in an everlasting love that you’ve only dreamt about. “I love you. I loved you at ten years old when you finally learnt to tie your own shoelaces, I loved you at thirteen when I comforted you through your first heartbreak. I loved you at fourteen, when we were each other's first kiss. I loved you at sixteen. And I’m standing before you aged eighteen years old, and I love you.”
And this, you knew for sure: Peter Parker would always be part of you. He would always be yours.
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Fatal Love
Summary: The real reason Nora is working with Thawne. based on episode 18 of season 5
Pairing: Nora West-Allen x Ramon!Reader
Requested: by @neothegayturtle Hope you like it, went a little off sorry.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: blood, metions of death and dying, barry allen salt
A/N: i kinda wanted to write more but didn't want to get carried away. if anyone wants a part two let me know
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Team Flash were quick to open Nora’s journal. While the writing was unreadable to them without the quantum computer. But Barry had seen glimpses of the English written notes and pictures. That’s when they saw one picture in particular. It was a girl they had never seen before. She was smiling brightly as she held up a degree in her hands.
Nora sat in the cell, her sobs echoing around her and she curled into a ball in the corner of the cell. She failed. She failed to stop him and now her father hates her. If only he knew the real reason behind her forced alliance with his worse enemy. If only she had told him about her. About (Y/N) (L/N).
“Has Nora ever mentioned a (Y/N) (L/N)?” Iris questioned, not remembering the name. “No, anything in her journal?” Barry asked, looking up at Cisco. The man search through the entries, and almost every one of them mentioned her” Cisco looked in shock. “What’s so special about this (Y/N) kid?” Ralph asked out loud. Sherloque pulled up a specific entry that he thought Team Flash might need to hear. “It started with music��”
2039 - Central City
Eighteen-year-old Nora walked into her senior prom. She wore a simple lilac dress to her knees with some white gold accents. Her hair was curled as she wandered around. It was normal enough in the future to go to prom alone, Nora slightly wished she didn’t go at all.
She sat by the stage, listening to the band that her school had hired. Even in this decade, real music done by people was very appreciated after the whole A.I fiasco in the 2020s. “West-Allen, what’s got you so blue?” a voice called out from behind her. 
(Y/N) (L/N)
She was Nora’s science partner that year. They didn’t talk much but Nora kinda wished she did. You weren’t wearing any formal wear, just your favourite outfit and a nice jacket. You held a guitar as you decided to sit next to Nora. “I hate these things. I’ve been going to the Policemen Balls since I was a kid so I never really looked forward to these things” Nora explained, shrugging her shoulders. “Well… Nora West-Allen, wanna join me on stage?” You asked very fancily.
Nora rolled her eyes. “I don’t play or sing” She told you. “I’ve seen you listen to music West-Allen, drumming your fingers to the beat as you use everything around you like a drumkit” You told her, pulling her up to stand next to you. Nora blushed at your observation. “I haven’t played in years” Nora tried to lie her way out only for you to put a pair of drumsticks in her hands.
“Come one pretty girl, your playing with me” You told her before dragging her onto the stage.
2019
“So (Y/N) was Nora’s girlfriend” Caitlin spoke, reading the rest of the entry. Everyone was shocked, why hadn’t Nora said anything? That’s when a breach opened up in the middle of the cortex. Stepping out from it was…you. “I still am, where is Nora?” You asked, glaring at Barry. “Look, (Y/N) Nora is-” Barry started to explain before you put your hand up to stop him. “Working with Thawne, yeah I know” You finished, not wanting to deal with your girl’s paranoid father. “She’s doing it for me. Thawne is the only one who could help Nora time travel to help me” You told him, yanking the journal you gifted Nora from his clutches. “Why? What happened to you?” Cisco asked you.
“My powers… I was corrupted by the dagger. Nora’s trying to destroy it so save me” You explained to them, only for Barry to scoff at your problem. “How do we know you’re not the one that put Thawne in Nora’s head” He questions you, walking up to you with his arms crossed. “‘Cause I’m like Nora…a kid from Team Flash. (L/N) is my birth mother’s name. My full name is (Y/N) (L/N)- Ramon, daughter of Vibe” You told him, turning a pin on your jacket. With pixelated cubes, your outfit reveals a more feminine version of Cisco’s suit with his goggles placed on top of your head.
“And it’s time you see the real story” You told them all. Raising your hands above your head, you released a dark (F/C) breach wave before slamming it onto the ground. Everyone's eyes began to glow (F/C).
2049
Nora and her best friend Lia sat at their desk in CCPD’s CSI Lab. You walk in with two big bags of Belly Burger. “I brought the food now spill. What requires my expertise” You smiled, kissing Nora’s cheek and you put the food on the table. “Someone’s stealing chemicals” Nora explained, handing you the police report. “Your girlfriend thinks it was a speedster” Lia snickered, making Nora stick her tongue out.
You gave your girlfriend a ‘really’ look as you closed the file. “I remember some of these chemicals from one of my Papa’s old cases, I’ll ask Joe if I can get access” You told her, seeing Nora looking at her board with her mom’s most famous article. ‘FLASH VANISHES IN CRISIS’ and the last case her father ever had and failed to solve…‘WHO IS CICADA'
“Hey pretty, how about we get those files together?” You offered, placing your head on her shoulder. Nora nodded with a soft smile before bidding Lia farewell. You and Nora walked into the old storage room, searching for the files from 2016. “So how’s Mama Iris?” You asked Nora, closing another drawer. “God, she’s coming back from Keystone tonight. Seemed nervous on the phone though” Nora answered, flipping through the files. 
“You know speedsters haven’t been around since the Flash disappeared right?” You changed the conversation. Nora looked at you with a slightly annoyed face. “(N/N), I know it’s weird that I want to find out who Cicada is but-” You cut the girl off. “It was the only case your dad couldn’t solve and you feel like solving it will bring you closer to him” You finished with a sympathetic look. Nora slumped as you walked over to her.
“I know it’s hard, my mom bailed around the same time but you got Mama Iris and I have my Papa. And we’ve got each other” You told her, kissing her temple. You knew one of the many reasons they asked for your unique expertise was so Lia could get you to talk Nora down when she got a little ‘excessive’. Your gauntlet pinged, you opened the message. “Lia’s got the security footage” You told Nora before you both ran back to their lab.
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Nora was right. A speedster with white lightning was stealing chemicals. Let’s just say Lia will not be allowed to forget that for a long time. Now you and your girlfriend were in the Flash Museum looking for evidence about a white lightning-clad speedster. You felt slightly uncomfortable in the room, the reverse flash display made your heart stop.
“Any luck babe?” You asked Nora as she finished the first display. But by then all the monitors showed the closing signs for the museum. “Shrap!” Nora scolded herself as Mr Myles spoke on the intercom about closing. “Also Nora West-Allen please call your mother is calling you and (Y/N) (L/N) wish your abuela happy birthday” Mr Myles spoke after his usual announcement. You both had a minor heart attack by this and were quick to call your relatives.
 Nora walked ahead of you as you dial your Abuela’s archaic phone. “Hola abuela, feliz cumpleaños... Lo siento Nora y yo estamos en el trabajo... No, aún no he preguntado ... Dile a papá que traeré la cena... La abuela deja de preguntar ... Perdón por mi tono te amo demasiado adiós” You hung up quicky, seeing Nora pressed against a wall.
“Querida? You okay?” You asked her. Nora looked at you with a defeated smile. “I’m okay, Lia has someone at OLLINS who can help with why the speedster is stealing the chemicals” Nora changed the subject. You stopped her from moving away, “Nora, you can talk to me” You told her. “I know” Nora smiled, kissing your cheek.
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The scientist at OLIINS told you three that whatever the speedster was using the chemicals for, they could only be used based on a structure. “Total bust” You kicked air as you three walked out. “We can’t wait for another lab to get hit” Nora told you both. That’s when a bright flash of white passed you three, knocking you onto the floor. Nora was quick to help you up.
“Holy Shrap!” Nora and Lia squealed, running back into the laboratory. The scientist was on the floor as the speedster stood before them. He was silent, his eyes were covered by the black holes of his mask. You were quick to stand in front of Nora and Lia. “Oh my God” Nora gasped. 
“Yes, I am a God” The speedster spoke menacingly. “The God of Speed” He snarled, lightning manifesting from his palms. “Girls go!” You shouted, holding your arms out to block them. Lia ran but Nora stayed put. “Nora go!” You shouted at her.
It was too late, you both were thrown back into the shelf behind you, breaking the glasses filled with chemicals. The last thing you did was reach out for Nora, “Queri-” You tried to speak before your eyes shut.
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You could hear…Lady Gaga? You opened your eyes, feeling lightheaded as you tried to sit up. “I knew an oldie would do the trick with you two” Lia smiled, turning off the music. “Don’t freak out but you're in a hospital. Me for this burn and you too for passing out” Lia explained, Nora stayed calm while you were the first to panic. “No, no, no hago dos cosas. Hospitales e insuficiencia cardíaca” You rambled, jumping out of the bed. You went straight over to Nora, making sure your girlfriend was ok. “ Mi vida, are you okay? I can call the best doctor in the country if you don’t feel okay” You asked her, checking her temperature with eh back of your hand. “You know the best doctor in the country?” Lia rolled her eyes, thinking you were exaggerating. You looked at her seriously. “Yeah, she’s my godmother” You answered before Nora decided to sit up.
“Baby I’m fine. I feel fine actually, my fingers are a little tingly but other than that I feel good” Nora told you, resting her head on your shoulder. “And you (Y/N)?” Lia asked. “Dunno, I feel like someone of blasting music right into my veins. It’s a vibe” You answered, rubbing Nora’s shoulder. “Good, I was so worried. The doctor said you were hit with 500 billion Jules of lightning…so don’t get mad” Lia slightly cringed before the doors opened up.
An older-looking Cisco Ramon. His hair was tied back loosely with a few thick strands of grey. He wore a nerdy jumper as he ran towards you. “Mi hija! Estás bien? Estás herido? Necesito llamar a tu tía Caity?” He asked you, holding your face in his hands.
“Papá, estoy bien, realmente no hay necesidad de llamar a la tía” You told him, giving Lia a side eye. Your dad had enough worries to supply the nation. “Gracias a la fuerza” He sighed, kissing your forehead. “Um, Mr Ramon the doctors need you to fill out some forms” Lia spoke up timidly. Cisco nodded before bidding you farewell.
“Chica, first you call my Papá and you then kick him out?” You raised your eyebrow at the blonde. “Yeah because while Mrs West-Allen is nonstop calling me, I didn’t tell your parents about these” Lia was careful as she held up two glass cylinders with a burnt-out metal thing in each.
“What are those?” You asked, taking one in your hands. “Piece of shrapnel maybe? They had to use the defibs on you both. When they did they found those underneath the scars on your shoulders” Lia explained. 
You stood up, recognizing the piece of metal. “I need to talk to my Dad!” You shouted before running out of the room. You ran up to your father the cylinder in hand. “Papá!” You called out grabbing his attention. The second you grabbed his arm, you zoned out. You could see Vibe fighting in the past and your Dad being killed by a speedster. You gasped as you let go of your father, dropping the cylinder. Cisco caught it before it reached the floor. Cisco looked at you with worried eyes as blood trickled down your nose.
“Mi hija, hay algo que debes saber”
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The entire vibe stopped, everyone was back to seeing STAR Lab’s cortex. You however didn’t look too good as you dropped onto the floor, blood gushing from your nose and the corner of your mouth. “Long…story short. That speedster killed our friend. My powers were affected by the remains of the dagger causing me to be like this. She’s only working with Thawne to save me. As long as that dagger is intact, the more my powers will hurt me. But that’s not why I came here” You coughed up blood, struggling to get up. Cisco went to help you, seeing his kid from the future hurt because of him.
“Why did you come back?” Iris asked you as you struggled to stand. “To stop her. That dagger is the only thing keeping Thawne in his cage. I can’t let her choose me over everyone else” You told her, coughing once more.
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Nora hated the dark. Ever since she was a kid. But with you, it made the darkness more bearable. You would hum lullabies your Abuela taught you, holding Nora safe in your arms as she listened to your heartbeat. Now, you were going to die because of her.
The sounds of her cell being brought forward took her thoughts as the light began to seep through. Barry and Cisco stood in front of her, solemn faces as she stood up. “Are you gonna send me home?” Nora asked her father, who still had a look of disappointment on his face. Barry didn’t speak as he opened the cell, making Nora tilt her head. “Dad what ar-”
Nora found your face, a soft smile as you looked at her with tears of joy. “Mi amor” You spoke softly as Nora used her speed to run into your arms. You held Nora tightly, burying your head in the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry” Nora sobbed, clinging to you as her own life depended on it.
“It’s okay mi amor, it’s okay” you told her, kissing her head as you held your crying girlfriend
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Translations:
Hola abuela, feliz cumpleaños... Lo siento Nora y yo estamos en el trabajo... No, aún no he preguntado ... Dile a papá que traeré la cena... La abuela deja de preguntar ... Perdón por mi tono te amo demasiado adiós - Hello grandma, happy birthday… Sorry Nora and I are at work… No, I haven't asked yet… Tell Dad I'll bring dinner… Grandma stop asking… Sorry for my tone I love you too goodbye.
Querida - Dear
No, no, no hago dos cosas. Hospitales e insuficiencia cardíaca - No, no, I don't do two things. Hospitals and heart failure
Mi vida - my life
Mi hija! Estás bien? Estás herido? Necesito llamar a tu tía Caity? - My daughter! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do I need to call your Aunt Caity?
Papá, estoy bien, realmente no hay necesidad de llamar a la tía - Dad, I'm fine, there's really no need to call Auntie
Gracias a la fuerza - Thank the Force
Chica - Girl
Mi hija, hay algo que debes saber - My daughter, there's something you should know
Mi amor - my love
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it’s as if he can feel his high from the weekend they spent together melting away the closer they get to their destination, as if it’s evacuating his body with every step forward, nearing a reality he didn’t want to be apart of, one without her, without all they admitted to, all they had done together, over those days. he no longer knew how to return to that place, that world where they were only friends, where he respected the status of her relationship, didn’t consider a future where it was them together, somehow. that feeling has never left him, almost as though he can still feel all the places her lips met his bare skin, the trail her fingertips took along his flesh, the sensation burned there, for the rest of eternity. his feelings match it, heightened, thrumming throughout him like an electrical current. it’s why he gravitates closer, as they fall into step, enough so their shoulders bump, their hands brush, anything to prolong what he already recognises to be fleeting. and it’s then, not thinking any better of it, that his fingers stretch out, wrapping around her own, before he’s tugging her hand into his own, intertwining their fingers in the way he’s done a hundred times before, so naturally, effortlessly, but in a way that has his heart soaring, nonetheless. “ i know i’ve said it already, but i’m really fucking proud of you, of what you did tonight, you know, ” it’s not much louder than a whisper, though he’s certain she's still heard him, even over the bustling in the streets, all those they pass by, that they blend in with, hand-in-hand like they are now, as if this was their normal, too, as if there was nothing wrong with the gesture at all. he’s, of course, referring to the exhibition, of the pieces of her art she put on display, the very ones he couldn’t take his eyes off, examining each and every paint stroke, every fine line of detail, despite the copious amount of other people’s artwork that were exhibited, too. “ and i’m totally not being biased when i say that you were the most talented person there, ” while it comes mixed with a light chuckle, a light squeeze to her hand, his words are filled with nothing but verity, plucked directly from the most genuine place in his chest. he’s always thought the world of her, seen the very best, all the good she encompasses, and it’s on full display now, muddled into adoration that flashes within his hues, leaking into the smile that tugs at his lips. “ i just think it’s really brave, you know ? putting pieces of yourself out there like that, for everyone to see, so i’m just— i’m really happy for you, too. ” it’s a fact he’s lived with for awhile now, though, just how brave she really is; a lot braver than he’ll ever be, something he’s continuously admired about her, from the moment they met. he can’t ignore the ill feeling that tangles within his gut, as they continue along their path, one that twists and turns until it tells him that something isn’t quite right, tonight, almost warning him of danger ahead. as best as he tries to ignore it, suffocate it enough until it’s dull, he can’t help but tilt his head towards her, tongue parting his lips to wet at them. “ do you think maybe it’s best if i don’t come inside, tonight ? i can still walk you— i just, fuck, well, i just think it’s pretty shit how whatever he’s planning for you was more important than actually showing up, actually being there to support you, ” and it’s never failed him, really, how much his presence isn’t wanted, at these sorts of gettogethers. “ and i’m not sure if i can go by without saying anything, and the last thing i want to do is put a damper on something you should be really proud and happy about, too. ” / @hurtingkind​
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Freeborn - Part 2
... Yup. We’re back. Major Cataclysm Spoilers Ahead! 2.0k words (Part 1)
“You’re not comin’ with me,” Sam said, tying his boots on.
“The hell do you mean?!” I demanded. “I heard the daemon’s voice too! I’m freeborn! I want to help! I’m a good fighter, even without my wolf. You saw to that. If there’s a chance to take out the Imperium—”
“Darlin’,” Sam interrupted. “It’s not about bein’ a good fighter. If this fails...” A muscle flickered in his jaw. “You’re s’posed to be a newblood barely outta the bloodlust who was unempowered before turnin’. If you’re too good a fighter and this fails, the Imperium might force me to hand your invocations over. Especially if they realize who and what you really were—and when you actually turned.”
“Sam. I can’t just sit here and do nothing while I know you’re wading into a fight against the entire government!” I rushed after him as he finished tying his boot and left his—our—bedroom.
He stopped at the front door and spun around, putting his hands gently on my shoulders. “Stay here. Please,” he said softly.
“How can you expect me to?” I pleaded. “You know me. You can’t expect me to just stay behind when I could help!” My fangs started poking out of my mouth. I forced them to retract. “I’m coming with you.” 
I tried to edge around him, but his grip on my shoulders tightened and he forced me back into the house. “Don’t make me invoke you to stay home,” he growled lowly.
My eyes widened and my lips parted in surprise. One foot slid slightly farther back, but I didn’t take a full step.
“You wouldn’t,” I said. 
“Wouldn’t I?” Sam challenged, silver eyes catching the light and flashing.
“You promised—”
His fingers dug into my shoulders and I felt myself get slammed into a wall. Which wall, I wasn’t sure. I could only see Sam. “I can’t lose you!” he shouted. I flinched. Still getting used to vampire hearing sensitivity after two years. “Darlin’—you are literally the only thing left on this damn planet that I have to lose. And that makes you more precious to me than you could ever imagine. If you went to that fight with me, and somethin’ happened to you, I would...” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Hell, I don’t even know. But it’d be bad.”
“Sam...”
He met my gaze. “I need you to stay here. I need somethin’ to come home to. To make sure I even want to come home. I love you, darlin’. And I can’t bear to lose you.”
For a moment, all I could do was stare. Wide-eyed. The Maker-Progeny bond between us was coiled tight and running hot. I could feel Sam’s emotions like distant flickers against my own, over the bond. Fear, concern, determination—and love.
And he gave me that look again. The one so full of care that all my fight seemed to vanish. This one had pleading in it too.
I hated myself, but I said, “I’ll stay. But you have to promise to come home to me, you hear?”
He sighed with relief and planted a kiss to my hairline. “I swear to you, darlin’, that I’ll come home.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He clung to me, holding me close and tight—almost like he suspected this would be the last time. A tear slid from his eye and down the channel where our cheeks pressed together.
When I pulled away, a little breathless, I gave him a small, encouraging grin. “Go kick some Imperial ass. For everything they took from us.”
He smiled. It was a wickedly pleased smile, his fangs snapping out into place. “With pleasure, darlin’.”
One more deep, desperate kiss—
And he was gone.
I growled and slammed the front door, shutting myself inside the empty house. And hating myself for doing so. It went against everything I was. Every instinct growing up a shifter in the Imperium instilled in me. I was a fighter. But I was more than that. I was a protector. I protected my pack—my family.
And the most recent, most loved member of my family had just run away from me to go fight for our future.
If Sam expected to come home to find everything perfectly intact, he was sorely mistaken.
I saw to that as I tore two of the firewood logs in half with my bare hands in quick succession. Gabe had taught me how to do it when my generation of the pack was just starting to manifest powers. David and I had gotten it down easy. Milo struggled a little. Ash a little less.
Now, as a vampire, I could have simply crushed the log in my fist.
But that didn’t feel as cathartic.
I threw the pieces back on the pile and sat heavily on the sofa. I was tempted to rip one of the decorative throw pillows in half. But didn’t. I’d find something better to break.
It took me all of twenty seconds to realize I wouldn’t be able to sit still for however long Sam would be gone. Hours, probably.
I shoved to my feet and started pacing the house, grumbling and growling to myself. Eventually stomping over to the refrigerator and finding one of the spare blood bags. I heated it up—chilled blood just tasted... wrong—and drank down the contents. Hoping it would calm down the predator instincts that hadn’t changed when I’d turned from werewolf to vampire. I was still a hunter and I was still me. Sitting idly by and doing nothing was grating.
While I was in the bloodlust, Sam had tried to find ways to let me vent my frustrations in a physical way that wasn’t destructive. Running through the woods had helped, but I’d utterly destroyed six punching bags before Sam figured that might not be the best option. Chopping wood ended with me splitting the stump that we set the logs on into pieces with how hard I’d swung the axe. Sam had realized—quickly—that I’d been strong as a shifter and becoming a vampire was an easy adjustment in that category. Maybe too easy.
C’mon, Tank, I thought to myself. Find something to do. Distract yourself for one minute. Then two. Then ten.
I bit my lip and turned in a slow circle. My eyes lighted on the door to the garage.
Sam had taken off at a run. He hadn’t taken the truck.
“Well. Time to tune an engine,” I said aloud to no one but myself.
And the picture on the wall of me and Sam.
When Sam got back to his house, a base line was thumping so strongly from the garage that it was shaking the picture frames on the wall. He’d heard it from miles away, but now that he was home it was nearly overwhelming. “Darlin’?” he called.
No response.
“Darlin’?!” he shouted.
Nothing.
He ran into the garage.
There. Leaning across the engine of his truck in a grease-stained tank-top and jeans, one boot extended backward for balance. Tool in hand.
Singing along to the words. “We’ll carry on—we’ll carry o-o-on—and though you’re dead and gone, believe me—your memory will carry on!”
Sam snapped the switch on the Bluetooth speaker that had been dragged into the garage.
His—former—wolf jolted at the sudden lack of noise and whirled. “Hey!” they protested, fangs poking out in defensiveness. “I was listening to that!”
“You about scared me to death is what you did. Not respondin’ when I shouted for you.”
They shrugged, fangs retracting. “Didn’t hear you over the music.”
“Is there a reason it was so loud?”
They took a deep breath. “I had to drown out my thoughts.” Sass painted their expression. “Unless of course you wanted me to come after you.”
Sam sighed. “Ah,” he said.
“Yes. ‘Ah’,” they retorted sarcastically, setting their tool down and wiping their hands on a rag.
“So,” I said casually, trying to calm down. “How’d it go? You don’t look hurt.”
He didn’t look injured, but his clothing had several tears in it. He’d definitely been in a fight.
A truly wicked smirk appeared on his face. “It went better’n you’d believe. C’mon. There’s somethin’ I wanna show you.” He held out a hand for me. I glanced down at the grease stains on my skin and clothes. “Doesn’t matter what you look like, darlin’. Just come with me.”
I took his hand.
We took off at a run out of the house. Despite being significantly older than me—in terms of time as a vampire, as well as in general, but we were biologically frozen only a few years apart—I could keep up with him as he ran. He should have been a decent bit faster than me, but I chalked it up to being a shifter before and already being fast.
My hand tightened around his before letting go completely. “Wait—Sam—why are you taking me to the Spire?” I heard my own heart rate spike.
We both halted. Sam put out his hands placatingly. “Darlin’, it’s not what you’re thinkin’. I’m not handin’ you over to the Imperium. There is no Imperium anymore.”
I blinked at him several times. “What?!”
“Just... calm down. It’s alright. There’s nothin’ to fear from the Imperium anymore.”
“Sam... what happened?”
“I did as you told me to. Kicked some Imperial ass for everythin’ they took from us.”
“Sam.”
He gave me a look, his silver eyes glittering in the starlight. Then a careful smile tugged on the corners of his lips. “I turned the illustrious king-imperial into a vampire, and took the throne. For Dahlia, at least. The other Mass-Makers are more’n welcome to fight for territory outside the city.”
I stared. That certainly wasn’t the answer I was expecting. I didn’t know what I had been expecting but it wasn’t that.
“What... what about my pack?” I asked. “What’s gonna happen to them?”
“Well. They’re important to you, so they’re important to me. They’ll be safe here, in the city. Protected.”
“Promise?”
“I swear.”
Some of the tension in my shoulders melted away. “Okay.”
Sam smiled encouragingly. “Wanna come see our new home? We’ll maintain the house when we want true privacy, of course, but I think you’ll quite like our new bedroom.” He held his hand out to me.
I swallowed, unsure why apprehension was coiling in my gut, and took his hand.
We closed the distance to the Spire.
I lounged casually across Sam’s lap on the throne in the empty throne room. “Gotta admit,” I remarked, “I was worried at first. But this isn’t so bad.”
Sam laughed as he wrapped his arms around me. “Knew you’d come to enjoy it, darlin’. Kinda nice to be treated with respect for once, ain’t it?”
“Is it respect, or is it fear?” I asked.
Sam met my eyes. “Fear is a kind of respect, darlin’. Probably the healthiest kind in terms of self-preservation.”
I snorted. “Who’s self-preservation? I’ve never met her.”
Sam chuckled softly and kissed my hairline. “I know.”
I leaned, my mid-back pressing against the arm rest of the throne. “So, King Samuel Collins...” I licked my lower lip and smirked, feeling my fangs elongate just a little. “Are we just gonna sit here or are you gonna...” I walked two fingers up his chest and popped the top button of his flannel. “... enjoy your consort?” I finished in a whisper.
Sam growled—playfully—and wrapped his arms possessively around me. “Oh, darlin’, I plan on enjoyin’ you in every inch of this damn buildin’. But, rest assured, you are far more than just a consort. You’re my most trusted advisor. My right-hand. The love that my damned to Hell life never deserved. And I plan on showin’ you that...” He kissed me, deep and slow. “... for the rest of forever.”
I nipped at his lower lip. “Well, come on then, cowboy,” I teased before dropping into a whisper. “Show me.”
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scottxlogan · 1 year
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Scogan/Scott Summers Comic Recs (Part 2)
Since I write way too much I’m going to put these in here for the anon who asked and link it back because I say way too much. That being said the continuation of my earlier recs are under the cut:
Avengers vs X-Men For the most part I consider this event a dumpster fire where they dumbed down every character to make their plan work...only it didn't. It was as if Marvel decided that it was time to make Scott a top villain in the Marvel Universe. They tried and failed completely in doing so, but they also pretty much ignored characterizations and friendships with EVERYONE in the comic to push the whole hero vs hero crap. It is not my favorite, but a lot of what happens after this event kind of shapes a lot of the talks, etc. after the event. Spoiler Alert (Don't read if you don't want to know): Basically the Phoenix Force is coming to earth again, Steve Rogers (who has been friends with Scott for a while now and trusts Scott's opinion on a lot of things) decides not to reach out to Scott for advice on the potential problem first even though he KNOWS Scott is an expert on the Phoenix and instead listens to Scott's bitter, jaded ex lover who is angry Scott didn't beg him to stay at the end of Schism or chase him in his need for space...er, I mean his ex-teammate Wolverine who has an obvious chip on his shoulder. Steve gets council from Logan, not taking Logan's bitterness into consideration and goes to the island where Scott's X-Men live and starts making some ridiculous demands of Scott. A fight breaks out after that, the teams act like idiots fighting each other instead of working together, I found myself taking two plus years to like Steve again after this event (which I swear I really do. I like Steve a lot now but was so angry with him for not using his brain and common sense in having a rational discussion with Scott before all the stupidity followed). The fighting leads to more drama. Tony comes up with a plan to stop the Phoenix Force from destroying the world. It fails. The Phoenix Force gets split into 5 and Scott, Emma, Namor, Magik and Colossus end up getting pieces of it. They all slowly get corrupted by it except for Scott, who is the last one to hold onto it. Namor does some really bad stuff to Wakanda (yet T'Challa forgives him and hates on his wife Storm, who had no part of it and treats her really bad, which I have to say here thank you to Chadwick Boseman for making me love T'Challa because after AvX I was really angry with him in the comics for how he treated Storm) and Namor is later welcomed back into the fold with open arms. Flash forward to Scott and Emma being the only ones with Phoenix powers. Emma gets corrupted. The entire Marvel hero roster decides to attack Scott who takes Emma's piece of the PF, becomes ultra powerful and is then attacked by everyone including Charles, who has systematically abused the poor kid since the beginning (i.e. erasing his memories, training him to be a child soldier, etc.). Scott kills Charles in self defense (which I'm sorry but it was) and then everyone in the universe hates him, acts like he's the worst villain ever and puts him in a corrupt prison where mutants are being tortured/murdered and somehow Steve is okay with that (yeah okay :rolling eyes:) but basically this crap show ends with Charles dying and Scott being enemy number one for defending himself against an attack. Before he was attacked his big 'power display' was you know feeding the hungry, bringing water back to rivers that ran dry and helping people, but Charles and the others decided he shouldn't be playing God like that and decide to attack him, which you know totally makes sense and then Charles dies and suddenly Scott's the worst person alive...oh the rage it still ignites in me lol. This was the motivation for Hank in All New X-Men to bring the teens back to the future to in my opinion torture teen Scott because his jerk self didn't get the chance to do it to adult Scott, who no longer lets Hank's hypocrisy tear him down, but yeah...lol It's a rough read and one I really didn't enjoy at all, but it dictates the next few years of Scott's a fugitive of the law, etc. Oh and at the end of the day through all that was happening Scott was doing what he did because his son Cable told him not to trust the Avengers and that Hope (Scott's granddaughter) would be the one to save them since Wanda (in a grief episode) pretty much wiped out the mutant population and Scott was struggling to save his people. Big stakes, high risk and guess what...Hope and Wanda did save them and found a way to use the PF to bring about new mutants into the world, but sigh...so much wrong with this one but it's such a big part of their stuff that followed though most of us want to forget.
Avengers vs X-Men Consequences This was a mini that really explored the aftermath of the dumpster fire mentioned above. There's a lot about it that makes you angry, but also gives you thought towards what could come next. Scott's goal for so long was saving the world and now that he has and he was right and did what he was hoping to do, he's in jail accepting his fate ready to die (note: there's some suicidal triggers/depression there and at one point he tries to goad Logan into murdering him instead of dying at the hands of the sadistic prison guards. It's all very poignant and heart breaking and damn...it totally kills you on so many levels). There's also a bit where Scott and Tony work together to figure out what went wrong in Tony's plan, which I'll be honest that was probably my favorite part with Scott and Tony working together in prison. In prison bad stuff happens, Scott finds a purpose in his life and he works towards saving mutants again. It's still flawed, but has some stuff worth seeing. Wolverine and the X-Men Vol. 1 #40 A lot of people liked Jason Aaron’s series about Logan. I didn’t, but I did like the one issue where the guys team up together, fight some sentinels and drink some beer together. It’s a good moment for them where there are shades of them coming together again down the road. Death of Wolverine: Life after Logan: This is a mini with people responding to Logan dying. Scott’s tribute to Logan is heartbreaking and really cements their deep bond in the push and pull between them through the years. Uncanny X-Men (2018-2019) Start with #11. Scott is back and trying to save his people. This is the comic that got me back into buying comics again. It doesn’t have the most solid of endings, but it brings Scott/Logan back to working together and gives some great stuff where they are reunited and picking up where they left off with one another. You can feel the shades of love and concern for each other, but most of all, it was a great lead in to them building up to them being together in the poly ship with Jean. Granted Marvel likes to ignore the Scott/Logan dynamic but this comic has a domestic vibe with them even with their bickering and all else. It was good and made my Scogan loving heart so happy to see them together again lol. X-Men (Hickman’s run) The comic run before the current X-Men comic was a nice introduction to life in Krakoa and gave a few moments here and there with Scott/Logan. There were little things along the way but it was nice to see them allowing Scott/Logan to be together even with Jean involved. It was nice. Now the only time you really see them together is in other comics where they aren’t the main focus, but it’s clear they are together which is great. So yeah those are a few to get you started. I hope this helps at least a little bit and doesn’t confuse you. If you have any comic questions, on where to look at them, etc. please feel free to drop me a note and I’ll guide you in the right direction. My archive has a lot of featured comic moments and I tried to put issues/comic names on them when I was posting them for a while, so I hope that helps. Thanks for your great ask and hopefully I haven’t talked you out of researching the comics and exploring lol.
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AO3 Masterpost
even if we can’t find heaven (i’ll walk through hell with you) - Part 1 of The Shieldmaiden Saga, focusing on Steph Taylor - Eddie’s childhood best friend - as she gains powers from the particle accelerator, and soon finds out she’s not the only one, gaining new friends...and discovering that the accelerator was flawed.
love, you’re not alone (cause I’m gonna stand by you) - Part 2 of The Shieldmaiden Saga and a direct sequel to the above, with Steph Taylor continuing to gather friends, help metas, and build a case against Wells as another meta starts making a name for himself in Central City.
to save the world (with a friend by my side) - Longfic for SyFy’s Krypton, where Adam Strange and his friend Ashley Tanner travel back in time to save Krypton. Currently has 8/11 chapters.
flufftober 2021 - A series of (mostly) short fics I wrote for flufftober 2021, complete at 31 stories.
emerald legacy - An AU spanning from Arrow’s S1 finale, where Oliver was the one who died saving Laurel, not Tommy. In the midst of dealing with Oliver’s death, plus the revelation that Thea’s his sister, Tommy decides to take up Oliver’s mantle. Currently has 2 parts.
of legacies and lies - Alex Thompson, Jack Thompson’s granddaughter, goes on the run after the SHIELDRA reveal, and has to deal with the fact that her entire career in SHIELD has been a lie. Meanwhile Jack and Sarah - his wife - are making sure she’s going to get a fair trial when she reaches the US.
a god’s reflection - Loki’s POV after his initial imprisonment post-Avengers as he thinks about his actions, and regrets that he’ll never really have a chance to make amends because he’ll likely be imprisoned for the rest of his life.
when one door closes (another opens) - On Earth-4 in the 22nd Century, Brianna Thawne (Eddie’s distant descendant and her generation’s Cobalt Blue) takes Sara Lance up on her offer to join the Legends.
now we have (the freedom to choose) - an AU of Legends’ S1 finale. Kendra isn’t the only one dealing with destiny, but Carter too - and since he’s the one who always remembers first, it’s unlikely he’s ever had much chance to be with other people like Kendra has. Featuring a more self-aware Carter and a heart to heart with Sara Lance.
you’ve always been (a part of me) - A Seg/Adam fic set 40 years after Krypton’s S2 finale, where they’ve been together almost as long - and Seg is hit with the realization that he’ll eventually outlive Adam.
speak (and i’ll listen) - a short MonWinn fic set in an AU of Supergirl S2 (the AU being that they’re together, and not Mon and Kara). Winn stresses over not being able to stop Music Meister. Mon does his best to comfort him.
to new beginnings - A Westhallen short fic written for Polyam Shpping Day #14, set in an alternate season 2 and featuring the three of them discussing New Year’s resolutions.
brothers (lost and found) - the first part of Cobalt Blue and The Flash, where Barry Allen and Malcolm Thawne have been best friends for six years, with Barry essentially taking on the role of big brother due to Malcolm’s estrangement from his own brother. When Malcolm gets struck by lightning while trying (and failing) to prevent Barry from suffering the same fate, he wakes up five months later with speedster powers, and unbeknownst to him this changes everything.
doubt (and the bonds of love) -  Another short MonWinn fic, set in an alternate S3 where Mon-El never left Earth. Mon-El has become distant all of a sudden and Winn is determined to find out why.
to live and rise (and hope again) - longfic about Eliana Kent, Clark and Lana’s daughter from an alternate universe, as she experiences a massive power boost, becomes a hero, and joins the DEO, while still dealing with her family’s loss and having to work with two of their counterparts.
the future (is ours) - a short Thallen fic, set in a AU where Iris is the Flash, Eobard got defeated without any casulties, and Barry and Eddie are dating - Eddie second guessing his relationship with Barry after Eobard’s manipulations.
right here (is where i’m meant to be) - A lazy morning Segdam fic set post-canon.
Cobra Kai Mini Rewrites - a series of unnconnected oneshots that are rewrites on certain scenes in the show that annoyed me. Complete at 18 stories.
bad boy (no more) - my collection of Mike Barnes redemption fics, which are all standalone, but have the consistent elements of Mike’s wife Leah and his three children, Sarah, Elaine, and Alex. Currently has 5 stories.
flufftober 2022 - my collection of stories for this year’s flufftober spanning various fandoms. Complete at 21 stories.
the truth (long overdue) - a Spider-Man 2 fix-it fic where Peter actually explains things to Harry instead of rushing off and leaving him alone, and this changes everything.
looking for america (coming through your schools) - the first part of the Nicky Connors, Cobra Adjacent series, which focuses on Nicky Connor’s friendship with the OG Cobras, particulary Johnny. This fic is set on New Year’s Eve 1983, with the six of them reflecting on the year past and being hopeful about 1984.
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“ It all began Ten years ago. “
“ I successfully lured many of Gaming’s Greatest Heroes and Villains alike into an all out Battle Royale with the promise of POWER. In truth, I gathered them and pitted them against each other to wipe them from existence! If I couldn’t be Playstation’s Best, why did they? But in my haste, I nearly failed to realize the miracle I had created. If I had Gaming Royalty in my grasp… Why destroy, when I could simply keep them? Thus, the Apartments were made. The Complex was a domain that existed outside of timelines, reset buttons, and rage-quits! It was a place where the All-Stars and their worlds were free to converge without worry of limitations! Of course, competitions would still arise, mostly for my entertainment, but nonetheless… It has been an honor being your Player One for these Ten Years, my All-Stars. You’ve continued to impress and intrigue me and other gamers throughout our time spent together, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us all! “
“ Uh, thanks Polygon Man. “ Drake responded, raising his red solo cup to the floating head. He cleared his throat, then faced the others. “ Ahem- …Ten years, huh? Kinda feels like yesterday when we are all tryin’ to beat the shit outta each other. “ He scoffs. “ But, for all the dumb things we’ve done, we’ve grown a hell of a lot closer even moreso. It’s been an honor bein’ with you guys. “ He raised his red solo cup. “ Here’s to Ten Years. “ 
There were cheers coming from the entire room. Before they could fully die down however, a voice interrupted from the crowd. 
“ From the moment I laid eyes on you all, I knew you were trouble. “ Hale spoke from across the room. He took a swig of his drink, then stood up to face everyone. “ You were unauthorized civilians about to be collateral damage. But after some time getting to know you all, I feel I’ve become a better man for doing so. “ The soldier brought his legs together, stood tall, and placed his hand on his head, saluting everyone. “ Thank you, soldiers. “
“ It’s thanks to you guys- PaRappa especially, that I got to learn how to have more fun! “ Spike smiled. “ I’ve been catchin’ monkeys and saving the world for so long, I almost forgot how to do that! Happy Ten years, guys! “
“ You’re welcome, Spike! “ PaRappa gave Spike a thumbs up. “ I’m just glad we’ve all been able to hang out so much! I joined the tournament in order to impress my friends, but I ended up makin’ new ones instead! No matter what happens, we’re family! “ 
“ RRRRRRRGH…. !!! “ Big Daddy roared. 
“ I know that’s right, Tiny! “ Daxter tried to give the diver a highfive, but as he did, Big Daddy’s lights flashed red. “ RRR… “ His growl was enough of a signal for Daxter to nervously back away and hop onto Jak’s shoulder. “ …Yeesh, you’d think Ten Years would give that guy enough time to learn about hygiene! “ 
“ Dax and I know what it’s like to end up in an unfamiliar world. “ Jak began. “ Dunno how it happens, but every time we end up gettin’ attached to the people we meet. You’re all alright. “ 
“ You’re not too bad yourself! “ Ratchet smirked towards Jak, which he rolled his eyes at.  “ Look, I’m not the best with stuff like this, but… It’s been really nice havin’ a place we can always call home. We’ve been stuck in worse places, haven’t we, pal? “ He nudged the robot on his back. “ Indeed, Ratchet. “ Clank nodded. “ It has truly been an honor to be in the presence of you all! I believe we’ve changed each other for the better! “
“ …For the most part. “ Ratchet added, raising an eyebrow to the clown beside him. 
“ HAHAHAHA!!! IF YA ASK ME, IT’S BEEN TEN YEARS OF ANNOYING ASS NEIGHBORS AND A GUT-WRENCHINGLY LOW AMOUNT OF FATALITIES HERE. THE ONLY HIGHLIGHTS ARE THE TIMES I GET TO CAUSE SOME MAYHEM. “
“ Sooooo, basically every day then? “ Sly asked, sipping his mug quietly. 
“ YEAH…. I GUESS SO. BRINGIN’ CHAOS TO YOU TWERPS HAS BEEN THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY PAST TEN YEARS. WHAT’S TEN MORE, THEN? HAHAHAHA!! “
“ I’ve gotta agree with Jak and Ratchet. I’ve been all over the globe, and no heist’s been as wild as this place. You all keep things fun, who doesn’t love that? “
“ FUN? “ Heihachi questioned. “ HAH!! The only FUN thing about you fools is defeating you in any tournament!! It’s always a treat hearing your screams when I send you to outer space!! HAHAHAHA!! “
“ There’s nothing fun about Outer Space. “ Issac snapped. “ You guys are better than fixin’ things in Space any day. These past few years have been a damn cakewalk compared to all that. I appreciate the change in atmosphere. “
“ The real fun’s been all the stupid shit we’ve been able to get into! “ Dante remarked. “ I mean, fightin’ alright, but who else is willin’ to break into Smash Manor, have a karaoke party with floatin’ heads and hands, and fight bigass monsters all in the same week? You guys know how to party. “
“ You can’t have parties without CAAAAAAKE!!!~ “ Fat Princess sang sourly. “ It’s been one yummy cake adventure after the other with you all! What could be better than making friends for life and having cake too? This Kingdom is wonderful!!!~ “ She wraps her hands around Evil Cole, who scowls, then breaks away from her. 
“ i’ve never met a bigger group of annoying nobodies in my life, than all of you. yet… things were shit back at my old place. fightin’, walkin’ up and bein’ pissed at the smashers, gettin’ zeke back… honestly, i can’t think of a better place to be. “ He crossed his arms and turned away from everyone. “ just don’t think too much into it. “
“ I have lost everything I have loved. “ Kratos begins. “ Zeus and the other so-called gods robbed me of joy, so I met them with the same in return. “ He gives the old god a vicious glare. “ But this realm has reunited me with my brother. His second chance at life… I owe the Head much for that. “
Deimos happily grabs his brother by the shoulders and shakes him lovingly. “ I too owe the Head my thanks! I was slain as my brother and I reforged our bond. Now, we make up for many years lost. This realm and you all have been the hope I longed for many years ago!! TO TEN YEARS!! “ Deimos lifted his mug up high. 
“ I’m pretty sure I’d be dead too if not for this place, “ Cole remarked. “ I put everything on the line to save my world, and I thought there was nothing more for me after that. Turns out, hey- Hangin’ out with a bunch of wackjobs is the life for me. It’s been a good ten years. Let’s keep it that way. “
“ As would I, “ Nariko added. “ I gave my life to protect my people… my father… Only to be brought to this strange land. You all reeked of incompetence and posessed an utter lack of strength… But getting to know you all has brought me joy upon so much pain. I thank you for that. “ 
“ HELLO? “ Sir Daniel motioned towards himself in muffled speech. “ I am quite literally walking dead! Ahem… This Kingdom differed greatly from Gallowmere, yet I am filled with pride to have met you all! …Most of you, anyways. To Ten Years! “ He takes a swig of his chalice, and due to his lack of lower jaw, the drink ends up entirely on the ground. 
“ You all are like PESTS to me, “ Zeus said, crossing his arms. “ I had to witness my own son destroy my entire kingdom, THEN be cleaved from it entirely. I continue to be surrounded by fools and mortals… Ten years have felt like an eternity in the depths of Hades. “ 
“ Your description of a painful eternity is pitiful. “ Raiden remarks. “ This place is very far from any form of torture. Hell, it’s been pretty good here. I get to refine my skills, then interact with sane people. Sounds like a good ten years to me. “ 
“ Sane’s pushin’ it. “ Emmett scoffs. “ But you’re right. This place’s far from a hellhole. Sure we’re fightin’ but there’s a difference in fightin’ for fun, and fightin’ to make ends meet. One beats the other, that’s for damn sure. “ 
“ A fight, is a fight, Mr. Graves. “ Colonel Radec said, appearing out of thin air next to Emmett. “ While the Combat you all have displayed lacks a significant amount of skill, each battle brought forth unorthodox strategies. You lot possess more interesting prowess than any past enemy I have fought. No battle nor activity ends the same. As a strategist, you all are a challenge. One that, if surpassed, shall spell certain victory for the Helghast. “
“ I think we’re more than just some data on a board, “ Kat spoke up. “ We’re living, breathing people, with our own thoughts and dreams! Getting to know everyone here has been a lot of fun! I don’t know much about where I come from, but I do know a family when I see one! Thanks for making this place like a second home to me, everyone! “
“ Meeting Mishima-San and making friends with all of my favorite heroes, these past Ten Years have been great!!~ “ Toro happily hopped around. “ I couldn’t wish for anything better! “
Sackboy happily applauded his fellow All-Stars kind words. He then conjured up a few fireworks for everyone! As they exploded (it’s okay, they weren’t flammable) each of the All-Stars’ faces lit up. It was his way of celebrating everyone. 
“ The future isn’t written in stone my All-Stars, but what we’ve accomplished will always be remembered. Go forth, celebrate! Tomorrow however, I expect another great battle from all of you!! “ And like that, Polygon Man disappeared into a great flash of light. 
Following the announcement of another fight, there were immediate murmurs amongst the All-Stars.
“ Another battle huh? “ Sly remarked. He elbowed Drake, then tipped his hat towards him. “ Think you can still keep up, old timer? “ 
“ You kiddin’? I’ve been keepin’ up for ten years! Better watch your back tomorrow, ringtail. “ 
“ It’s on. “ 
Happy Ten Year Anniversary to PlayStation All-Stars Battle Royale!! This game isn’t perfect to many, but it’s so special to me! Thank you all for being fans of the blog! This isn’t the end of the All-Stars and their Adventures! 
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FD SCENARIO: RANKS it’s a competition.
another day, another prompt.
there’s no getting used to the situation and circumstances future dreams would thrust upon her, oftentimes with very little to no warning. whenever she finds herself in a closed-off room somewhere, kiyeon is faced with a question she doesn’t quite know how to answer immediately. this time around though, as she finds out that she has to rank herself among the trainees participating in future dreams, she has to do a doubletake—why would they be asking her that?
maybe to see her confidence? is it because they wants to see how much she’s overestimating herself? could it be to see whether she’ll be so arrogant she’ll put herself first? or is it the opposite, where they peer into her soul and witness the lack of self-esteem that lies within?
visibly, she gulps, the tell-tale signs of nerves rising up almost like bile. kiyeon pushes it down regardless, knowing that stressing out over possibilities simply won’t bode well for her no matter what. “that’s a pretty tough question,” she lets slip out, chewing on her bottom lip as she starts to think. “i suppose i’d put myself in the middle? so that means around... tenth or eleventh?” it’s fact that there are a considerable amount of trainees who surpass her in many ways. she’s not being modest; she had always been her own biggest critic.
once she thought she finally passed that hurdle of a question, legacy throws another one in her direction—a harsh reminder that this is competition, where she will be going head to head with the other trainees.
“oh,” kiyeon blinks, an honest reaction. when this question reaches her ears though, there’s one face that flashes in her mind almost immediately—cold, calculating, frozen in her brain. “lee nari,” her thought process fails to catch up to the name that stumble out of her lips, and she’s forced to deal with the consequences of having a broken filter. “she—uh, unrelated to any category, she is someone i want to surpass.” even now, the other girl feels so out of reach. and yet, it’s the first time kiyeon found some sort of visible goal within her line of sight. “she was in future dreams before, she’s a lot more experienced than me, had most likely gone through... a lot more than me.”
that determination nari has, the strong will to keep going, to push forward towards her own dreams and ambitions—a trait kiyeon struggles to form, one she knows she needs; it’s undoubtedly an admirable ability. that’s all she’ll admit to herself. “there’s probably no way for me to reach her heights with the state i’m in right now. but that’s why i’m here. to learn and improve. and, well, she’s here too. so maybe i can pick up a few things from her along the way.” a part of her wishes, anyway.
but back to the actual question.
kiyeon laughs a little, worried that she went had went off on a tangent—it’s not like that’s what the staff are looking for. ugh. she went off-topic, how embarrassing. time to circle back. “when it comes to singing, i want to challenge park jaekyung. i’m pretty certain she’s better than me in that category, but all the more reason to try, right? she’s good at it. i want to be as good as her, too. competition is one way to learn.” that’s what she’s telling herself. plus, being around jaekyung will always be fun. even if that’s within the context of competition.
rapping, though, she already has a name at the tip of her tongue. “if it’s rapping, morita asami. definitely. i heard she moved around a lot in the past, and yet her ability to rap in korean is amazing—honestly, it’s cool.” there’s a small smile on her face now as she gushes about a friend briefly, before reeling herself in. “so, i want to see how we’ll fare against one another. what i can learn from her.”
lastly, dancing. “son nabi, for dancing.” kiyeon nods without hesitation. “you know, if there’s anyone that’s born to be a star, it’s most likely nabi. she’s remarkable, her performance skills are something else. she’s so young, too. i know there’s a lot i can learn from her, even if it’s from facing off against her.” kiyeon wouldn’t mind losing against the younger, either.
with everything answered once and for all, kiyeon is escorted out of the room. she has to wonder what the purpose of this was, whether this will culminate into something... rather unpleasant. unfortunately, the only thing she can do is wait and see.
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Writing prompt: Lust
6/21/15
My name is John, and I am a humble man. I define myself by what I have rather than what I don't. I have love, stability, and an appreciation of society. I have gentle parents, a consistent job, and good health. I want for nothing.
I have challenges just like everyone else, but they don't redirect me far from my path. I am able to maintain myself and my relations to others. I am not violent, nor am I a victim. I need this to be known. 
I am not broken.
6/26/15
I know that society is a result of the hard work & effort (whether willful or not) of the ones that came before. Because I know this, I choose to respect this gift. I bear the byproducts of this cohesion. 
One byproduct includes tolerating those who do not respect that peace. Phil, my coworker, is one of those people. 
He seems insistent on spouting out his disdain for those that hold up the structure of governance. He believes that greed is the driving factor of their decisions. He has no idea how ignorant he sounds. 
Does he not know of disease? Does he not know of flash floods? Does he not know of moral depravity? He has no idea of the dangers he is protected from by the very people he looks down on. 
I tolerate this man because it is my part to play. 
6/30/15
It took 30 miles and a gift of liquor to do what must be done. Nobody saw my license plate. Yet another hollow victory.
7/1/15
The home owner's association I moderate saw me come home last night. Dorothy is trusting. I'm not worried about Samuel, either. I know what goes on in his gardening shed. Veronica will be the one to cause problems, if any of them are feeling more superior than they deserve.
I have not found anything on her. I have time. 
7/2/15
Today, I saw a glimmer of what I have been waiting for. Ever since this started, I have been unsatisfied with my clients. Their responses have ranged from immature to licentious. They must have been raised in broken homes. It disgusts me. 
But today brought me hope. She is new. It seems like this is her first source of employment. She has that element of which I cannot describe, but I know is exactly what I need. Her parents are studious, if a bit distant. She has no siblings. She seems to stay indoors. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model young woman. In another lifetime, she would be a good future wife.
Of course, I am not looking for a wife. That is the one pillar of society I have failed. I accept that failure and I atone for it every time I go for a trip. God knows my intentions. I will surely receive divine punishment before I am allowed to rest in peace, but God also knows how devoted I am to his image. 
7/4/15
My job is integral to the order of our neighborhood. I do not always enjoy the day-to-day tasks that it brings, but I am immeasurably grateful for the opportunities it gives me. 
I discovered that Veronica divorced multiple men. She had two sons out of wedlock, and they don't seem to be in contact with her. She lives off of alimony, and that's why she can spend so much time sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. I am not surprised. She is a foul woman. No self-respecting man would keep her in his house.
I'm not sure yet how I will use this, but it's a great start. God smiled upon me today.
7/6/15
I am trying to be patient, but it's beginning to strain me.
I want to give the Lord what he wants. What I want. Unfortunately, a bottle of spirits won't get me through this one. I must be fastidious. 
She continues to be a soft-spoken and well-behaved young lady. She is admittedly quite beautiful, although I know better than to be swayed by appearances. She is quick to notice details. Polite. Afraid of confrontation, as she should be. Frankly, she is the sum of all the parts, inside & out, that I look for in a point of interest. She pains me.
I asked her for help deciding between two pain relievers today. She handled the request well for a woman. When I stepped on her heel, she apologized profusely. That's exactly what I was hoping for. It took an unusual level of self-control to smile & walk away. 
She brings me the most tempting source of anguish I have ever experienced. Oh, to be young and faceless. The burdens of leadership are a terrible weight to bear. I do this for God, and for my community. My service is immovable, no matter the cost.
8/7/15
I visited the store again today. She was not on shift. I have been too careless. I should know these things. 
Meanwhile, Samuel is indulging in his sickening delights in the comfort of his own backyard. He doesn't even seem to care that I can hear his absurd lecherous cries. I have seen his packing slips full of useless leathers and items I'd rather not mention. I hate him, but I appreciate that he knows not to challenge me. He is a useful sinner.
9/30/15 
I have spent the last week planning out my course of action. She has a night shift tomorrow. Veronica will be home, but Samuel has agreed, with persuasion, to lead her to the troublesome family at the end of the street. She'll be too busy to notice my absence.
Her parents will be at the play showing on Main St. In fact, most people I'm concerned about will be there, including my coworkers. 
When I arrive, I will wait until she restocks the drinks. I'll disconnect the power to the camera's computer. They have a rudimentary system that saves the data to the computer first, then uploads it to the cloud. No original file, no cloud.
I will go to the hair product section (furthest from the entrance), ask for her advice, and the rest is God's will. She rest her gaze on my glory, and she will submit. She will be the vessel of my legacy. 
I have my exit strategy, but I don't need to dwell on it. I cannot calm down from this miracle that is about to unfold. Lord have mercy on my soul. 
7/15/15
It is time. I am at a disadvantage, for I cannot contain my lust. I must bring a suitcase for this to work. It would be too suspicious for me to change my wardrobe now.
Samuel is taking his time, that stupid bastard. I hear him hollering next door. He should be out by now. It is already 8:05 pm.
7/16/15
One would say that I have made a horrible mistake. If God were to permit me to repeat last night, I would have done it anyways. 
I understand that my foresight was not as keen as I expected. Perhaps I was blinded. I regret nothing. Let me tell you of my ultimate victory.
Although Samuel was late, he performed as I instructed. Her parents left on time. Her store was as empty as I had planned out. She took longer to leave the front register than I thought, but I still managed to disconnect the security module. She didn't notice, either. 
When I stood in front of the shampoo and called her over, she seemed nervous. I will not lie, this excited me. As she walked over, I unzipped my fly. I still had the suitcase in front of me, but I kept growing as she walked to me. She smelled enticing.
Her soft voice and tentative glances fueled my mission. I let her know how beautiful she is. I told her the truth: that she will make an excellent mother. Her growing distress was everything  I hoped for. I set the suitcase down. My groin was proud of its desire. This was my moment to serve God's ultimate wish.
It took her exactly thirty-five seconds to see my lurid outline. She quickly averted her eyes and turned to silently walk away. I reach out for her arm and hold her in place. She didn't look at me. I move to fit my chest to her shoulders, her buttocks to my hips. I brought her close to me, and her sweet warm skin made me fully primed. 
This sweet and sinful female form struggled so hopelessly. My desire fueled my motions to restrain her. I had to bring her to the floor, not my favorite outcome, but it was worth it to see her so defenseless. She was amazingly quiet throughout the entire night. 
What a man and a woman do to create new life must be revered and held close. For that reason, I will not go into more detail about our actions last night. I will only say that the passion was real. The gift of procreation is one that I will never forget. There is a part of me that feels sorry for her. She did not choose to be a woman. It is God's will that she will be my carriage for new life. Nevertheless, she was a wonderful host. 
As all mortal good must come to an end, once my loins had nothing left to give, I had to depart. I came home to exactly what I expected, a commotion down the street that had nothing to do with me, parents still out on the town. No alerts from the office. Last night was a good night. The best night of my life, even. 
This will be my last entry. Because of my position, I have special privileges to let this journal die in the dark. However, this morning I received the news that my act has not gone unnoticed. Dorothy saw the girl sobbing in the aftermath. There is a substantial chance that any potential charges will be dropped, but my life will not be the same once the news spreads across town.
I have served my purpose to God. The final task he requires of me is complete. I have literally nothing left to live for in this world, so I will either travel for the rest of my days, or I may end it all in a justified act of defense from an escalated conflict. We shall see how it plays out. God loves me. I am at peace. 
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Day 14 - Skyward Sight
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42407637
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Summary: Link wonders about his life, and what will happen in it’s end.
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Note: Idk I just made stuff up lol.     
I’m probably never going to write for this fandom again but I really really like this game. XD   
This, like the one I wrote about Hetalia Russia’s heart last year, is going to be a weirdly introspective look at a character mechanic.    
I didn’t get to write this yesterday because of a church volunteering thing and pep band, and I barely got to write it today because of a PSAT and my friend’s birthday.
Cws and Tws: Talking about death lol
Words: 625
Prompt: DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN | Desperate Measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”
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“You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain.” The phrase was repeated all through Skyloft for pretty much as long as Link could remember. (Along with all the praises to the goddess and never ending chants for Beetle to make an easier way to get into his shop.) But even so, Link had always doubted the validity of the statement.
Was it true? That those who died, died as heroes and that those who lived, lived as villains? What if it was neither? Something in the back of Link’s mind, every time he woke up flashing with pain, said that such a thing seemed possible. Something very obvious, when he woke up twenty feet away from where he had passed out, told him that there was almost a definite proof. 
Link sliced the master sword absentmindedly through the grass, feeling the soft rush as a heart flower rejuvenated him. With the goddess sending him on this journey, and the ruins of ancient temples still teaming with life all around him, what didn’t seem possible? 
Was he to die? Was that his fate? He glanced up at the clouds, seeing all too clearly that the blanket that lay below Skyloft was not visible. (It was almost like he was in an entirely different world…) He was the hero in this quest, after all. And if heroes were meant to die, that meant that he was no different. 
He wanted to ask Fi about it, but something tugged at his heart and told him not to. After all, if he wasn’t to die, he seemed to be fated to turn to oppose that which he had once stood for. He didn’t want to oppose Zelda, to oppose the goddess, to oppose himself. He turned on his heel, turning away from the mouth of the cave he had been about to enter and back towards the light of the clearing. 
The sun burned down on him. It should have been impossible, with the blanket of clouds that he knew spread out below the sky. But somehow the blue of the sky parted the clouds, letting the sunlight reach the forests and deserts and volcanoes that lay below them. If something as impossible as that was so plain to see, then maybe a predetermined fate had a way to find a new path. (Like a new tributary out of the gigantic rivers that he had only heard tales of back on Skyloft.)
A mythical sort of fate, but one that was clearly possible nonetheless. Link looked back to the earth. He watched as a blue bird hopped across the ground, barely missing a rock that lay half broken on the ground. He was like that bird, he believed, not quite dead, not quite alive, and without a full story laid out in front of him.
Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t even in control of his own body, let alone his own story. And with those odd feelings of being “new” before those huge flashes of deja vu in… It really did make him wonder if there was something strange going on. 
Link kicked the ground and shoved his sword back into its scabbard. 
But even with all of those odd things going on, Link still felt an uneasiness in his heart. Would he die? Story unfinished and eyes wet with tears? Would he live? Pushed into a future that hadn’t been his own? Or would he be an odd mix of the two? Constantly between worries? Constantly bouncing back from even the most extreme injuries?
Link once again looked to the sky, noting an odd pixelation at the edges of his vision. Whatever the answer was, he wasn’t ready to find out yet.
End of fic notes: I don't know what's been wrong with me but I've only been writing REALLY short things lately, sorry. :(
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polarpal · 1 year
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Battlefield 1 campaign
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Many new features are getting updated in the later version.
Dig into survival mode in the entire world and enjoy unlimited resources in the creative mode.
Minecraft – Pocket Edition includes Survival and Creative modes.
Being able to walk in any direction for hours without reaching an invisible wall.
Craft weapons and armor to resist all kinds of dangerous creatures.
Build every things with blocks, from the most simple houses to the most magnificent castles.
Sounds very exciting and attractive, doesn’t it? Download this apk on your Android phone now and assemble a team of adventurers and see how long you guys can survive. You can craft, create and breed anywhere in the randomly generated world as long as you have hands spare and battery to burn. In this game, you can play either Survival mode or Creative mode, single player or multiplayer via a Wi-Fi network. Minecraft – Pocket Edition is the mobile version developed by Mojang AB. Minecraft app is the game that people just can’t stop talking about and it is about placing blocks to build incredible things and going on adventures. “If history only remembers one in a thousand of us, then the future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did.” For all that I’m enjoying Battlefield 1’s raucous multiplayer, its quieter moments are what will stick with me and I would gladly take a half-dozen more vignettes from DICE to fill out more of the war, both the Allied and Central Powers.Color Call Flash - the best free call flash color screen app Overview of Minecraft I just keep coming back to that same quote, though. But as an era-specific adaptation of the standard Battlefield formula? Yeah, this works. I still think Battlefield’s multiplayer is more suitable for a World War II setting-the pace makes more sense. It’s Battlefield, for better and for worse. Map design in Battlefield 1 hasn’t done a ton to address this, though sporadic trenches do help a bit, as do maps where fog shows up and shrouds everyone more than twenty feet away. My core issues with Battlefield multiplayer remain the same as ever: Too many people playing as snipers, too many wide-open spaces, and too much aimless sprinting if you don’t spawn near a vehicle or an active battle. Elite classes-particularly the one with the flamethrower-are perhaps even more unbalanced at the moment, though it’s due in part to the fact nobody knows to focus their attention on the soldier who can fill an entire room with firey death. Vehicles in general still seem a bit overpowered, though less so than in the beta. There’s nothing more exhilarating than blowing the walls right off someone’s sniper perch.Ĭlasses have been changed to Assault, Medic, Support, and Scout which are all pretty self-explanatory, though the Medic’s lack of useful anti-vehicle options is dismaying. The classic point-capture Conquest mode is most suited to seeing this in action, with quiet villages reduced to rubble by the end of a 20-30 minute match.
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I like the chunky, mechanical feel of weapons in this era, and the surreal straddling-two-eras feel of horses and tanks rumbling into battle together.īest of all, DICE has pegged demolition closer to the glory days of Bad Company 2. Sure, it’s little more than your standard Battlefield multiplayer skinned with World War I accoutrements, but that’s fine with me. I think it’s a failing of Battlefield 1 that it implies otherwise through omission. There is no clear “Good” or “Evil” side of this war, no terrible dealings that might make it uncomfortable for us to play as the Germans, the Ottomans, or the Austro-Hungarians and see the war from the stance of the Central Powers. Perhaps most disappointing is the fact that all six campaigns take place from the viewpoint of the Allied Powers. The horror of gas attacks are also weirdly underutilized. Ditto, some of the most famous battles in France-I’m surprised neither Verdun nor the Somme make an appearance. Trench warfare might be boring, but it’s an important piece of the World War I story and is barely touched upon in Battlefield 1. There are some conspicuous absences, of course. What could sink a six-hour campaign is here given a sketch-like quality, six tone-pieces about World War I that manage to feel concrete and respectful while still carrying a broad everyman quality about them. And with such rapid pacing, you end up not really noticing the weaknesses that dragged down previous Battlefield campaigns-an over-reliance on archetypal characters, some hackneyed emotional moments.
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