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1kinaimo · 1 year

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Gon and Killua's farewell, it's all good between them + The Misunderstanding about Gon and his rage!

It's something I'm dying to say about Hxh. it is a bit important to me. so I'll write my thoughts here. it will be a bit long. I would be happy if you read it to the end.

We know that both Killua and Gon owe each other a lot. that Killua has become a new person thanks to Gon. A person with an incredible character development, from a cold killer to a better person. gave him a purpose in life. Finally, after years of abuse and torture and cruel upbringing, found a friend who took him away and protected him from his horrible family, made it clear that Killua would no longer be a killer. Broke Illumi's arm for sending Killua home, which is where he feels most uncomfortable. Gave him a childhood having fun with Gon and showing him the world. Also that Gon is the reason Killua removed the needle. And, and, and…

As well as Killua was always on his side. Always supported Gon, trained with him, helped him out of many dangers and obstacles. And both have never asked anything of each other.

What I want to talk about is, that I still see a lot of people who don't understand gon's rage and why he acted that way, and a lot of ppl just ignore his trauma and then blame everything on gon. and also i can‘t believe those people who say that killua left him in the end of hxh for what he said during the Pitou rage because he was mad at gon, even though Killua knows gon better than anyone and understands what was going through gon's head and what a trauma he went through. It's true that killua was upset and sad about it at first, but that's not the reason he left him! because if so, their bond wasn't strong enough, which isn't true at all. Their bond is still as strong as ever. There is no way Killua is mad at Gon. Gon did soo much for him. And all the things he owes Gon that I mentioned above eliminate what happened during the Pitou rage scene. Killua owes him so much!

And literally everyone who's ever been really angry in films or real life has said something to someone they didn't mean afterwards, especially when gons felt bad afterwards and apologized to killua. this is totally humane, and then people come and ignore gon's trauma and just stick to this scene forever..

Gon had this bad feeling about Pitou in his head the whole time. It hasn't let go of him since he saw Pitou. A monster that killed Kite and did bad things to his corpse. Where Gon thought that such a monster would never do good things, suddenly became a caring protector that Komugi had to heal. A monster that did such bad things with kite, suddenly showed compassion and feelings just because she was in a braking situation? Pitou wanted to be understood and make it clear to Gon that she will be the one to be listened to, and used it to her advantage! And that absolutely broke Gon as he couldn't take that and he saw Komugi as kite. that was the very last thing Gon wanted to see.

Gon thought to himself, "First you torment Kite, play with his corpse and use him as a guinea pig. Then you also want me to wait, listen to you and try to calm me down??? You still want me to follow your orders? Ignore my process and try to wrap me around your finger while YOU heal a girl that's yours? What kind of horrible person are you?” That just added fuel to the fire. This only made Gon angrier, because Pitou feels powerless right now and needs someone to heal after all the terrible things she did to Kite. She still wants Gon to wait and calm down. and all of a sudden, where she can't fight in this situation because of komugi, she has to show compassion and play the poor little cat. But in reality, she just wants to use this to her advantage, and when it's all over, she'll lie to him too, say Kite was dead the whole time, and then chop off his head. while gon was kind enough to obey pitou's orders. isn't that unfair? This is a very valid reason for him to be angry.

And in that moment, as he escalates, it's almost impossible to stop Gon with anything to tell him not to freak out like that. So trying to calm him down is like the other person is trying to put the blame on him. As if Gon is not heard. Therefore, trying to calm him down will only make things worse. He doesn't need anyone to tell him what to do now!

Gon wanted everyone to know that his anger is understandable! he wanted to be understood. He wanted Pitou to know that She is now bad and wrong. And since soo much emotional anger is flowing through Gon's body and it's rampant, especially in such a state where Pitou has killed someone important to Gon, the worst thing is when Pitou tries to tell him to calm down and wait target.

It always depends on the situation, but in this case it's something completely different. It made Gon extremely angry! (Trying to tell someone to calm down when they're upset is never a good idea. It only makes things worse) at the same time with the injustice that you heal Komugi and meanwhile the broken body of Kite is lying around somewhere outside, it only makes things a lot worse.

Since Gon is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and then a calm and composed person, as Killua and Pitou wanted to try with words for Gon to calm down, one certainly wouldn't expect Gon to calm down immediately and listen to this person. Especially not in such a critical situation. Nobody would. It just throws more salt in his wounds. Namely, it makes Gon feel that you understand his cause of anger, invalid, or unworthy. like he's overreacting. That he's wrong to feel something.

Can't let out the anger he's been feeding on for so long. That his emotions are not taken seriously. It seemed patronizing to him. So he thought his feelings weren't understood. It is sensitive to its feelings. He feels angry for a reason. And that just added more fuel to Gon's emotional state because he hears that from both sides. He didn't want to be told how he should feel. He wanted to be understood.

If someone is tormenting someone close to you, you will naturally get angry at that person. and someone tries to calm you down, do you calm down? Definitely not! Especially not with a 12 year old kid like Gon! This only makes things worse!! A quote that says: "Don't make me angry and then try to calm me down. It's like shooting someone and telling them not to bleed."

Because someone who tries to calm gon in such a situation, where he is already angry only allows the anger to escalate much more. so Gon wanted to take control of his own emotions and act on his own. Since Gon also knows how calm, kind and careful Pitou was and had control over the situation, she was selfish and ignored Gon's process. And that made Gon feel like she wasn't taking him seriously. Gon sees this as a loss of power and a form of manipulation. and that got his blood boiling because he wanted to take back control and ended up breaking down completely.

And in this state of gon, it's almost impossible to calm him down. all anger accumulates in him because he is not taken seriously. why should he still do what pitou tells him after all this? She has no right! this is degrading and humiliating for him after all she has done. and I can 100% understand why it escalated like that.

When Gon has tried to put an end to this anger, this feeling amplifies because it feels to Him as if it is telling him that he is irrational and what he feels or wants is less important what the frustration is and thus increased anger. It is also known that Gon has often experienced severe trauma, such as in childhood or on his journey. was reminded again and again how weak he actually is and how frustrated he was (but he always wanted to prove the opposite) and no longer wanted to be weak and worthless. Finally, in such cases, he can react particularly strongly because it reminds him of these terrible experiences. And I sort of understand how Gon feels about this, especially when his anger feels 100% justified, having experienced it many times myself.

But in the end it always depends on the situation. if it's a person who's stressed out about homework or something, that's normal. But certainly not in such circumstances as Gon!! And no one likes to be ordered what to do when they are angry.

And since most people feel uncomfortable when others are angry, they don't know exactly what you're going to do next. You don't know if you're going to harm them or yourself. They care and want you to stop being angry and you saw that with Killua. Killua did this, certainly not to make Gon angrier, but rather to find a better way to solve this, he was worried about Gon harming himself. Luckily, the situation got out of the way in the end.

And to me the "none of your business" and that he wanted to defeat pitou alone, line came from the fact that Gon never considered Kite's death Killua's fault, only his. So it's not Killua's job to avenge Kite or be punished for his death, the way Gon thinks he and Pitou should be. Gon has no problem letting Killua join him in everything, but he said back in Yorknew that it was okay if he died, but not Killua.

A lot of people point the finger at Gon and it makes me sad honestly. To see this poor kid go through so much trauma, carrying all that guilt while trying to make sure Killua never felt guilty at all, and then by the end wanting to die because he felt like everything was his and Pitou's fault (and not Killua's) was heartbreaking. Then to see these people, mostly Killua stans who think Gon is the worst because of how he behaved in the caa, while ignores and handwave Gon's trauma and blaming him for everything? (Don't get me wrong, I like killua, my top3 hxh char)

And if you pay attention to the show, it's perfectly obvious that Gon would NEVER insult Killua on purpose or intentionally! Gon is still a child who went through a lot of trauma in his life and couldn't process it all. And I think Killua understood that later, he's not stupid! Because even after what Gon said to him, Killua still cared about Gon so much. We saw him do everything in his power to protect Gon!

He wouldn't go so far as to say that he wants to commit Shinjuu with Gon "a lover suicide between 2 lovers to be reunited in the next life"! He has also turned against his entire family to save his friend. That he confronted Palm and told her to please take care of Gon because Killua doesn't think he can. Whereupon Palm said that Killua is the most important for Gon! We saw him running to Gon and Pitou extra, running so fast to help Gon, and running to the hospital after the explosion.

We also saw Gon with Leorio when Gon said he had to apologize to Killua as well as he had a bad feeling of guilt and not feeling well.

I have no doubt that togashi made the scene where Gon apologizes to Killua properly off panel, because we see him tell Leorio that he needs to apologize to Killua but we don't get to see the scene.

Killua basically said "well you already apologized to me". To me, that indicated that Gon had previously apologized and Killua was just playfully teasing him by bringing it up.

But it wouldn't really make sense for Gon to acknowledge he needs to apologize and then just not do it until Killua brings it up. That makes 0 sense. and Killua wouldn't joke about it if he was still upset about it. I hope togashi will show when they are back in the spotlight. But Gon knew he owed Killua an apology and said as much to Leorio so I have no doubt in mind he gave a heartfelt and genuine apology to Killua.

It's just that Alluka needs Killua more right now. Because how stupid would it be of Killua if he would send Alluka right back to the Zoldyck estate and continue his journey with gon again. So after the shoot "Okay Alluka thanks for healing Gon, now please go back home, maybe we'll see each other sometime" No, that would feel wrong. That's not Killua's character.

Alluka would be very offended on Killua for otherwise only using her to his advantage. She would be locked up again. Gon would have even more guilt inside him. And if Gon were in such a situation again, this time Alluka will definitely not help Killua again. And his family won't let Killua get Alluka out of there a second time.

Since he's already traveling with Alluka, he at least wants to make up for lost time with her. Because She would be disappointed if she was only used as a tool and sent back home. especially at Killua, where that's unthinkable. Because then she would think if he doesn't even want me, then nobody wants it.

He must protect her from Illumi as he will pursue them by any means possible and Killua has been targeted by his family. Means that it will definitely not be a fun trip for them! And Killua knows that! he is aware of that. Alluka also said that she will give Killua back to Gon, which made Killua a bit nervous. Both Gon and Killua have a tendency to push their loved ones away if it means keeping them safe, just like Gon would not allow Killua to die with him in the CA Arc and here Killua is keeping Gon safe by staying away until he gets a better handle on the situation.

Unfortunately, Killua couldn't take Gon with him either, as he would drastically increase the risk of something bad happening to Gon again. Gon and killua have other things to do now. since he can no longer use Nen either, he doesn't want to risk Gon's life again. That's too much for him and would be too dangerous. So he had to focus on Alluka for now.

Especially not when Killua knows Illumi is after him. So gon be pretty sure and returned to Whale Island. Since Killua also knows that Gon is now in close contact with Ging, and gives him lots of tips and advice, Killua feels Gon is safe right now.

So he can rest assured. Because everything is straight, in perfect harmony. killua also literally said he'd like to come with him, but he can't because of Alluka.

Gon needs to recover from the events and figure out what he wants to do next and Killua needs to protect Alluka and make up for lost time with her! Once he clears this situation with Illumi and his family, he and Gon will surely reunite. Because they are the heart of HxH.

Also, we're forgetting that Gon is not always just thinking of himself. Yes, he is a thickhead, and made mistakes but he cares about his friends and will go out of his way for them a lot. For example, he broke Illumi's arm for manipulating Killua and interrupted his search for his father to rescue Killua from his family. He let canary beat him so he can get killua out of there.

That he was worried about Killua all along, in greed island, that he was being poisoned. etc.. The problem is that Killua hides his own needs and insecurities, which leaves Gon thinking everything is okay. But you can be sure that if Killua asked for help or made his needs known, Gon would put everything down to help.

And that doesn't mean that Killua wants to brag to Gon and thinks "look here I have also a person on my side now and get out of here" that feels sooo out of character. And it's not Killua's nature to do that, especially with his best friend, someone he owes so much to. This is Killua's sister, whom he has known since he was little, and not a girl that he suddenly found along the way and thought "yeah I can make Gon jealous with that" No! That is absolutely wrong and completely out of character

Also, when Gon met someone with Killua on his journey, Gon never intended that he could now neglect Killua or make him jealous in any way. (And no, neither with Palm. Killua was jealous because he went on a date with her, but Gon didn't know that and it was never Gon's intention, since Killua also hid his feelings about something like that.) Of course, Killua knew from the start that Gon's goal is Ging and that they will meet a lot of new people, he would never have met, for which he is grateful. Gon was finally glad that he met Killua and is on his journey, because Killua was his priority, always! Gon knew that. but he only really realized that when he met Ging. when Ging said that what matters most is not the goal but what he met on his journey. (namely Killua)

Also, Killua didn't care how many people were with him and gon. he just wanted to be with gon, accompany him on his journey, have fun with him because he feels most comfortable with him.

Killua more than anyone knew that Gon was going through one of the most traumatic experiences in his life. If Gon was just cruel out of the blue, that would be one thing, but this was said in the middle of a understandable complete breakdown, especially that Gon apologized and felt bad about it later. And it doesn't suddenly discredit everything else Gon has done for him. Despite all the good he's brought into Killua's life up until that point. This was a moment they could learn from, not something that broke their friendship! He's been through enough already and Killua has forgiven him, and now has a better understanding about gon, more than the whole audience! as well as how real friends forgive each other in real life. All they need right now is to talk about their feelings, and I think breaking up will make it perfect.

And if Killua heard that something bad was happening to Gon, he wouldn't hesitate to help him! Exactly the other way around. Every good and strong relationship has its ups and downs and no relationship is perfect. Their relationship is way too strong to be broken! Also seen in the anime when Killua dragged Gon and Alluka into an alley and Killua looked at Gon with such a loving look for 5 seconds and thanks to Gon Alluka was freed too! Literally, Gon really is a light to Killua.

Two people who are indispensable to each other

Also remember that Killua said something hurtful to Alluka/Nanika. It would be a bit hypocritical of Killua to never forgive Gon, given that he said some pretty harsh stuff to Nanika (yelling at her to go away and never come back after she saved Gon. He apologized and was forgiven. Why shouldn't he offer the same forgiveness to Gon, his sisters gave to him?

They promised to keep in touch on good terms. They're still as close as ever. and I'm sure their relationship will be even stronger when they reunite.

There is also something the director of the 2011 anime said "That Gon and Killua are like a married couple. Gon is the Free Spirited Husband, and Killua is a wife who silently supports him. The Golden Duo"

It seems to me that Togashi brought Gon to the brink of death to introduce Alluka. He could have chosen any other way that Killua finds someone to heal Gon! It didn't even have to be killua who saved Gon, it could have been anyone else. but no togashi did it. He never wrote himself in a corner that absolutely required Alluka now in this arc. Imo, He wanted to introduce Alluka!

She should foresee the dark continent and the kind of insane threat that transcends Nen.

She also adds some lore to Zigg Zoldyck, since we now know that he explored the DC and likely brought Nanika back.

Togashi would need something to heal Gon and a reason for Gon and Killua not to travel for an indefinite period of time.

Give killua a reason to admit his family confront, show its growth

Because you also notice that Togashi has so many other ideas in mind that have nothing to do with gon and killua, such as the succession war arc, Kurapika, the princes, Phantom Troupe backstory etc.. All of this would not work so well if gon and killua were still together. He also deliberately omits the MC. because you can also tell that Togashi wants to show that he's not afraid of showing a full arc of not showing the MC.

And their friendship is a perfect parallel to Meruem/Komugi. Killua would commit with gon Shinjuu, two lovers who will be together in the next life (like Komugi did with Meruem) Because in Chp. 286 after this Shinjuu panel by Killua, a shooting star followed, which is supposed to seal this wish.

The same thing happened at Whale Island Chapter, when Gon and Killua promised to stay together forever, and then a shooting star sealed their wish. And this promise connects these two panels. Killua wanted to grant that wish at all costs, even as Gon lay on his deathbed. Since Togashi intentionally made these two scenes so similar with the idea of staying together forever, it's obvious that these two scenes are connected.

It's just something i really wanted to say. because I overthink it all the time. Even Hxh's Ending 4 is obviously a song from Killua's perspective, about his deep feelings about Gon. If you look at the lyrics you can also see how much Killua misses Gon. And I'm pretty sure he misses him a lot, just like gon miss him!

I'm sorry it was too long

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Maybe an odd prompt, but how about: Law having a crush on a Skypeian reader and thinks their wings are cute (in a Bepo kinda way?). The wings get injured in a fight so he's doing first aid while trying not to fawn over the fluffy feathers. Maybe the wings are sensitive so reader is blushy?

Hey there :) ! Now this is something I have never read before. Interesting request.. I couldn't resist to write it.

- Law x Skypiean reader - 1,526 words - cutie pie, little Bepo moment, SFW

After finally defeating Doflamingo, Law was exhausted. He has waited for this moment for years and now the time has arrived. Law was free. All these years, he had to readjust his plans, find new allies and focus on not killing Luffy for getting him into way too many troubles. Now that he was finally free, there was one thing he longed for. Someone's presence. Yours. It has been almost 6 months since the last time he had seen you and it was under hard circumstances. Both of you have been captured on a deserted island and Law had helped you to escape and bring you back to your island in the sky. During that time, Law fell. In love. Harder than he could have ever imagined. Every time he needed someone, every time he felt empty or depressed, he needed you. To see you, feel you and hear you. But there has never been an option to visit you since beating Doflamingo was his number one priority. Now that he finally had some time to relax with his crew, he decided to turn back around and check on you. There was nothing and no one, who could stop him right now. Not even Bepo, who tried very hard to find out where Law wanted to go and why he wanted to leave on his own.

Bepo was always the curious and very nosy type of being, but whenever Law wouldn't give him a single detail, Bepo knew that something huge was bothering Law. "Please tell me!" "No." "Please, captain!" "I said no." "Please?", Bepo looked at him with his shiny big eyes and Law took a deep breath before he turned away. "No." Bepo broke down into tears, being as overly dramatic as always. "Please, captain! I won't tell anyone! I promise!" "Yeah, like you promised to not tell anyone about the incident last week in the kitchen.", Law sighed annoyed and went to his desk. "Come on, captain.. That was funny. I literally left you alone in the kitchen, while you were making your cereal and I come back 3 minutes later and you set the oven on fire." Bepo tried his best not to laugh again. "Bepo?" "Yes, captain?" "Shut up.", Law looked at him angrily now and wrote something down into his secret black book. Bepo sighed a bit sad and sat down on the couch. His ears leaned down softly and Law had to look up at them. He always felt bad seeing Bepo like this and after a long and deep sigh, Law gave in. "I am going to visit (Y/N).", Law explained grumpily and stood up. "Awwwwww! You trust me, captain!", Bepo's eyes sparkled again and he began clapping his paws in excitement. "Law and (Y/N) - (Y/N) and Law! Law and (Y/N) - (Y/N) and La-" Law didn't want to hear the end of the song, which is why he left as fast as he could. Two days later, Law finally arrived in Skypiea. The rest of the crew spend their free time on an island nearby, while Law was in the sky looking for you. When he arrived at the city, where you would usually work, he felt his heart ache at the sight of the ruins, which were left after a big war. No house was fully standing and barely anyone was on the streets. What was once a lively city, seemed to look like a ghost town now. A few people were looking around, trying to find someone or something. His thoughts were all over the place, scared and shocked about the current situation. "Law? Trafalgar Law?", someone behind him asked. Law turned around and looked at a familiar face. "Hello. You are (Y/N)'s friend, right?" A woman with dark green locks nodded and smiled a bit sad. In this town, every human being had wings on their backs and specific strength, which were non-comparable to those human beings from Law's surface. "You're probably looking for her. She is in the medical building.", the woman explained and pointed into a direction. "It's in the city to the left. We are all recovering there." "What happened here?", Law didn't move away as he tried to understand what could have happened here without the news reporting anything. "Enel, one of the Gods, came back and he was angrier now than before. He expected us to support him for some reason and nobody wanted to join him to look for someone wearing a straw hat.. So he paid us back." It was hard for her to speak but she forced herself to do so and Law appreciated her effort. "Thank you.", was all Law could have said and after respectfully excusing himself with a soft nod, Law went to the city nearby. The medical building was filled with your kind and the doctors had a lot of patients to take care of. It seemed as if it had happened recently, which made Law feel a little guilty. If I would have been here, she wouldn't be laying in this building. "Hey! She needs help as well! Look at her leg and her wing, doc!!", someone screamed from a room right in front of Law. With every step into the direction of your room, Law was able to see more of you. Your body looked very exhausted from a hard fight and you still had dust and blood all over your body. Seeing you like this made Laws heart feel suddenly really heavy in his chest and he was not prepared for this. He could have never imagined seeing you like that. "Law?", you whispered his name and frowned a bit after spotting his initial hat lurking in the entrance. You felt relieved to see him but you couldn't understand why he was here. "(Y/N)! I heard what happened just now.", Law pushed a doctor aside, who tried to

walk past your bed and was furious about how they have left you laying there like this. The blood was already dry on your clothes and stuck to your skin, which could only mean that you've been here since more than a day. "Are you a doctor?", the guy, who was asking for help earlier, looked at Law with concerned eyes. Law just gave him a short look and nodded. He immediately grabbed some supplies and began cleaning and taking care of your wounds. "How long have you been here?" "Two days.", you sighed a bit and couldn't stop looking at him, still not believing that he was there. "Two days.. and your wounds were still untreated.", Law took a deep breath and promised himself to lecture a few doctors afterward. But you were more important now. "Thank you, Law.", you gave him a soft smile, when he looked up to you. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks but he just looked away again, not saying a word. When he made a gesture to tend to your wings, you put your hand onto his and shook your head. "That's not necessary. I am alright." "I have to clean the wound, (Y/N). You can trust me. I won't hurt you.", he reassured you and you had no idea how to respond to that. Now that he helped you to sit up, so he could have a better look at it, Law began to wash away the blood carefully. Your heart began to beat really fast and you pressed your lips together to avoid making him hear how intense this felt. Every touch, as soft as he tried to make it feel, tickled your nerves in a way you've never felt before. Law felt that something was off and he feared that the side of the wing might have been damaged. "(Y/N) does it hurt that bad?", he walked around the bed to have a better look at you and frowned when he saw your red cheeks. "N-no.. it doesn't.. hurt.", you looked down at your hands, feeling way too flustered. The man, who was watching you two, slapped Laws arm slightly. "You pervert!! Touching her like that in public! I don't believe that you're a real doctor!" Law looked at him confused and shook his head, not understanding what was going on. When he turned back to you again, seeing how even your ears turned red and how your breath has fastened a little, he finally understood. "Oh.. (Y/N), I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted to help.", he swallowed hard, his chest burning from the struggle of trying to help you but not knowing your species well enough. "Don't worry, Law. I trust you. Just.. maybe.. you should leave the wings out.", you whispered a little embarrassed. Law thought about it and stepped closer to you, pulling your chin up carefully with his thumb and index finger. "Or I could clean them in a private room..", he smiled a bit cheeky and motioned his room ability with his other hand. You looked into his eyes, seeing some sort of interest and excitement awaken in them. "Shambles!"

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things-we-cant-say · 3 years

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Blood Wars

Pairing: Vampire!Ten x Hunter!Reader (Female)

Genre: Supernatural AU

Warnings: Bit of violence, blood, lore I made up, bit of smut

Summary: It’s your job to protect the human race from anything that creeps through the night. However, a chance encounter with a vampire called Ten threatens to upset an already precarious balance between light and dark.

Word Count: 10,032

A/N: Part Two! Part One can be found here. Third and final part to be posted soon! [Song lyrics = Out of this World by Bush, Hostage by Billie Eilish, Who Are You by Mikky Ekko] Tagging @whattaweeb as requested!

part two: and the barriers are all self-made

With a deep sigh you exited the mausoleum and closed the door behind you, slouching against it for a moment so that you could gather your bearings. Out of all the supernatural creatures you often had to tangle with, revenants were in the top five for being the worst. Mostly because they’d been actual people in their former lives; people that had died violent deaths who just couldn’t seem to find peace in the hereafter. So…they came back. Not to feed like a zombie or terrorize like a ghost, but to attempt to slip back into their old lives like nothing had changed. Sometimes they were summoned by powerful magic practitioners for a fee by some poor grieving family member. Either way it all usually ended the same because revenants always came back wrong. A little angrier, a little scarier, a little different… You’d honestly never encountered one that hadn’t given into its violent instincts to hurt those it could no longer connect with.

The one you’d dealt with just minutes earlier had once been a young man with a promising career in something or other. Sadly, it no longer mattered. His twin sister had not been able to let him go, and after poking around on the right websites she’d found someone who’d actually had the power to help her. For fifty thousand dollars of course. Some fucked up ritual later and she’d gotten her brother back. Or, technically she’d gotten something back stuffed into her brother’s skin. Long story short he’d ended up attacking her and her boyfriend; would have killed them if you and Elizabeth hadn’t intervened in time. Hadn’t fought him off and knocked him out before dragging him back to the place where he was supposed to be resting. He was now back in his coffin with a rail road spike in his chest, waiting until sunrise when the magic would fade and he’d hopefully be at peace once again.

Why was the world so fucked up? Or maybe it was just your world.

Anyway since Elizabeth had a date with another member of your Order, you’d offered to deal with the clean up so she’d ran off. In all honestly you kinda just wanted to be alone with your own thoughts. You liked Elizabeth but she could be entirely too perky after a fight. Still she was better that Jeremy. But that was just how it went amongst the Pantheon. Many different personalities mingling together, all with the goal to make the world a safer place.

Though lately you…wondered if that were truly the case. Usually things went pretty smoothly but tiny arguments were cropping up more frequently and they always tended to be between a Learner and a Sangre Pura. You never knew who started what but more than once the Learner had uttered something disparaging to the Pura before storming off. The Elders said you were all on the same level but the older you got the more you realized that wasn’t true. Someone being able to control fire wasn’t the same as someone being able to conjure fire.

Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before the bickering turned to blows.

Which is dumb as shit. Infighting will just make us look weak to our enemies, you thought to yourself. Of which we have many.

You huffed and wiped your dirt covered hands on your black jeans. All across the quiet cemetery were thick headstones adorned with colorful flowers and finely cut grass. Several benches dotted the property; the closest to you being under a tall tree with drooping branches. To the right was a small toolshed where the groundskeeper kept his things but he thankfully had not been on duty tonight. Tomorrow he would show up and see scuff marks in the dirt but probably think nothing of it. Have no idea of the secret now locked away where it belonged.

Shaking your head, you kicked off the door and headed towards the rocky path that would take you to the main gate. You weren’t sure you would get much sleep tonight but that was alright. Sleep these days tended to bring with it dreams that you couldn’t make heads nor tails of. Disjointed and sharp like shards of glass, sometimes you were alone and desperately trying to find someone. Other times you were on a bridge with dark water rushing down below waiting for someone.

Waiting for—waiting for Ten.

He didn’t show up in the dreams and you knew he wasn’t sending them to you because Demios were immune to that sort of mind play. Nevertheless, you were certain they were about him. You felt it deep down in your gut like the painful twist of a knife. Not knowing what they meant or why they were happening was not fun, especially since you had not technically seen Ten since your chat in that bar.

Technically…

For the past two months—give or take a day—it was as if Ten had been everywhere and nowhere. A shadow hovering on the peripheral of your vision; always gone whenever you turned around. The first few times you’d waved it away as nothing more than your mind playing a trick. Picking up on that tiny kernel of the desire you had to actually see him again. With the way you’d left things it made sense to be honest. Held itself over your head like a guillotine ready to fall at any moment. However, after spotting those deep brown eyes in the crowd of a supernatural murder scene, you’d slowly realized perhaps it wasn’t a trick at all. Perhaps he was popping up wherever you were like a gorgeous yet weird jack in the box.

If he were trying to drive you crazy, well he was doing a decent job. Though what did that say about you? That a vampire drifting on the edges of your life was somehow more worrisome than nailing a reanimated dead body into a coffin.

A chirp from your cell had you pulling it out of your pocket. You smiled as Elizabeth’s message; at least she still liked you.

Lizzy: Hey! Everything okay?? Still alive?

You: Yup. Headed home now. Date going well?

Lizzy: Eh not too bad. He gets a strike for not liking cats. Powering through tho!

You: lol nice.

Lizzy: See you later. Tell you all about it!

You: Cool!

As you were shoving your phone into your back pocket the hairs on the back of your neck jumped to attention.

“I know you’re there,” you said aloud. “Hopefully you’re not here to cause any trouble. I was just leaving anyway.”

A figure emerged from the darkness to stand underneath one of the yellow lanterns that had been placed sporadically on the grounds. “What are you doing here anyway?” asked a familiar voice. “It’s…late.”

Ten.

You didn’t even have to talk yourself into walking over to him—your feet moving of their own accord. Although you weren’t sure why, you were happy to see him in the flesh. Of course just the mere fact that he was here meant your theory about him orbiting you had been right. It didn’t explain the why but you figured you’d get to that later.

“Hey. I um—work stuff,” you said answering his question. “What are you doing here?”

Ten motioned behind him. He was wearing a long sleeved black sweater that looked extremely soft; the sleeves coming down over his knuckles and jeans. “There are graves deep in the woods back there, down the hill. I was visiting someone I used to know a long time ago.”

You nodded slowly. “Is it the person you mentioned the Demios took from you?”

He arched a brow. “No. When the Demios were done there was nothing left of them.”

Burned then. Yikes. “I—as dumb as it might be to say I’m sorry.”

Ten shrugged glibly. “If you were anyone else I’d accuse you of being superficial but I know you mean it so…thank you I guess.” Folding his arms across his chest, he stared at you without a hint of guilt. “I’ve been watching you.”

“I know.” You bit your bottom lip. “At first I thought I was imagining things but I’ve seen you places you weren’t supposed to be. Lingering. You could have just caught me when I was alone if you wanted to say hello.”

His lips curved into something like a smile but not quite. It lacked warmth. “Actually I was trying to see if your whole be and let be act was real. After our drink I started to wonder…”

You snorted. “Oh you mean after you threw a tantrum and stormed out? Right. Well what’s the verdict? Am I real or not?”

Ten sighed. “You’re naive. You think what you’re doing makes a difference, and it’s only going to end badly for you.”

His words made you frown. “What I’m doing does make a difference. I saved two people tonight and maybe it’s not a big number, but that doesn’t take anything away from it. They are alive because of me.”

He glanced off into the distance, face impassive. “And tomorrow they might be hit by a bus or attacked by something else just as sinister as whatever came for them tonight.”

“So, what? I should just let people start dying now?”

“Why not? If they shoe were on the other foot can you honestly say they’d help you?”

Although you had a reply for him it wasn’t what came out of your mouth next. “Are you alright? You seem…I don’t know. Upset.”

Ten chuckled but it was a dark, gloomy thing. “You don’t know me well enough to know how I seem. You’re out here in the middle of the night all alone fighting monsters. Talking to a monster. You have no self-perseveration instincts. I could scatter your body parts to the four corners of the world and no one would know. No one would care.”

Swallowing hard, you dug your nails into your palm to keep yourself collected. You didn’t know why he was being so cruel but perhaps he was right. Maybe this was his default setting, and the guy you’d joked with in the bar had been an illusion. Something pretty to lure you in so you’d let your guard down.

You steadied yourself and met his gaze head on. “You could be right, Ten. Hell you probably are—I don’t know. The one thing I do know is that no matter what happens to me, my life had meaning. It had purpose and that’s not something a lot of people can say. I could die tomorrow but at least I’ll have made a small difference. But I can see how that means nothing to someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” he inquired with a hint of surprise. “What? A vampire?”

“A cynic. Something has crawled up your ass and you’ve decided to take it out on me. You could have just walked away when you saw me if I offend you so much,” you told him. “Also for the record I’ve never called you a monster. Right now you’re just an asshole and I’m sorry to say, that doesn’t make you special. Assholes are a dime a dozen these days.”

Suddenly he was directly in front of you, fingers hovering around your throat but not touching. He looked down at you with bright red eyes. “Y/N…”

Your heart stuttered but you weren’t sure if it was from fear or something else entirely. You remembered quite vividly what his hand felt like around your neck as it had nearly squeezed the life out of you, but that was then and this was now. That had been unbridled anger and this was—you weren’t sure what this was.

Your voice was a barely there whisper as you replied, “You said you wouldn’t lay a hand on me again unless I asked you to.”

Ten wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. “You trust me to keep my word?”

“I believe you’ll keep your word.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

He grunted and turned away from you. “You’re not cute.”

You blinked. “I’m—what do you want from me, Ten? I—I thought we were—we had a nice chat at that bar before you got an attitude. I still don’t know why you switched on a dime like that. I thought maybe it was because you saw Elizabeth coming and you wanted to make sure she didn’t see us talking to each other. I wouldn’t have cared by the way…if she had seen us.”

Ten didn’t respond so you figured your odd, semi hostile conversation with him was over. Again you were left with a strange feeling of disappointment but it was what it was. Ten’s history with the Pantheon was obviously a deep and gnarled thing; like the roots of an old tree that towered over the others. You got the feeling whatever emotions he was fighting with were stronger than his quaint fascination with you. And while he did stir something inside of you—how, why—it wasn’t enough for the wishy washy bullshit.

“Have a good night, Ten. Oh.” You began to walk away when you remembered the chain around your neck, and the ring tucked safely beneath your shirt. Grabbing the chain as you turned to face him, you yanked, breaking the tiny clasp with a silent snap. “Here.”

With a practiced cavalier motion, you tossed it to him. Naturally he caught it easily, eyes stretching wider as he realized what it was. “My ring. You—you kept it? You’ve…been wearing it?”

You ran your fingers through your long dark hair, unable to read his expression. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

He opened his mouth to reply but no words seemed to be forthcoming. Instead of waiting for him to reboot, you slipped your hands into the pockets of your leather jacket and left, the sound of the rusty gate squeaking loudly as it slammed closed behind you.

~but this feels right, so stay a sec~

It was rare that more than two people were needed for a mission but when said mission took place at a party, more of your friends tended to show up. Hence why five Demios were currently inside the abandoned warehouse attempting to blend in with the crowd. By drinking and dancing and letting pretty people paint them with neon paint because it was a blacklight party after all, and not standing out like a sore thumb was important. Yeah you all knew it was a bullshit excuse but thankfully the people who would have complained weren’t around. And technically passing as just someone there to let off steam actually worked in your favor considering what you were up against.

The minute you’d walked in a young lady dressed as a fairy had pulled you aside and painted pink wings on either side of your cheeks. On your forehead and down your bare arms she’d drawn a series of white stars. Underneath the blacklights you glowed, radiant and mysterious. Lingering near the back you watched your friends dance and snorted at their lack of rhythm. The music was so loud it shook the windows and rafters, raining down tiny particles of dusk from the ceiling. You could feel the beat vibrating through your bones, and although you didn’t really realize it you were bopping along in place. It felt nice to not be in your head.

To not be thinking about Ten.

Two days since the cemetery thing and no sign of him—for real this time.

Shaking your head, you maneuvered your way into the bouncing crowd until you were near two of your friends, Damien and Sam. Damien was a Learner and Sam a Pura but there had never been any bad blood between them or you. You all got along pretty well, which was why you were surprised to be paired up with Jeremy when those two were right there. The Elders decisions often made no real sense to you.

Damien smiled as you arrived and grabbed your hand, pulling you between him and Sam. You thought about declining the obvious dance invitation but figured one dance wouldn’t hurt. Plus it might help lure out the incubus.

Hands on his strong shoulders, you rocked your body to the beat. Damien’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he slipped an arm around your waist, above where Sam’s hands were planted. Together the three of you lost yourself in the music, snickering and showing off your moves. When the hairs on the back of your neck perked up you knew at once that someone or rather something was watching you. Downright staring at you if the tingling along your spine was any indication. You pretended not to notice however and fluttered your lashes at Damien, making him laugh.

“I think this is working.” He leaned down so that he could whisper directly into your ear. “Suspicious looking guy just disappeared around the corner after checking us out. Could be going to jerk it.”

You made a face. “Gross! In that case you and Sam can go see what’s up.”

They grumbled good naturally but went to do just that.

Fanning yourself, you headed upstairs to the second level, hoping the metal catwalk was not as unsteady as it looked. You rested your elbows on the thick railing and watched the people down below, admiring all of the different bright colors on everyone’s skin. To the naked eye everything appeared to be fine but you could sense a slight shift in the crowd. People were pressing closer; bodies starting to grind to the music. The energy in the room was gradually becoming thick enough to taste. It wasn’t weird for things to get sexy but you knew when feelings were being…helped along.

“Huh. Shouldn’t be long now,” you murmured to yourself. “Good thing we’re immune or things could get awkward really quick.”

“Do you always talk to yourself?”

You exhaled deeply but kept your eyes on the partiers. “This doesn’t strike me as your scene. Unless you’re here for dinner?”

Ten—because of course it was Ten—stepped up close behind you, caging you in against the railing with an arm on either side of you. The material of his shirt brushed your bare skin but that was the only point of contact. Idly you mused only someone in total control of their body could use it the way he did. Vampires tended to be elegant in general but Ten left them all in the dust.

“I did grab a bite,” he said with an obvious smile in his voice. “A couple was looking for a third and I told them I could do amazing things with my mouth…”

It shouldn’t have caused a twinge of jealousy to zip through your veins but it did. Emotions were stupid and you were tired of dealing with them. “Congratulations. Why don’t you go get dessert then? I’m on the clock.”

He hummed. “You’re looking especially tasty tonight. Are you offering, kitten?”

“Don’t call me kitten. And I’m sorry, but are you on drugs? Can vampires get high? Because I feel like that’s the only explanation for how you’ve been acting. Two days ago you basically called me a dumb bitch.”

Stepping to the side of you so that he could see your face, he sighed. “No. Actually I’m here to apologize. I just—I saw you dancing with that guy and…”

“Was that you watching me?” you asked in surprise. “I thought it was the incubus we’re hunting.”

Ten glanced down to the crowd. “Incubus huh? I’m sure you caught his eye—with the way you look tonight I’m surprised everyone isn’t staring at you—but I was the one watching you. I thought about asking to cut in but I knew we needed to have a conversation first. Y/N I’m sorry.”

You huffed. “Sure.”

“No I’m serious.” He ducked his head, brown eyes focusing on nothing in particular. In that moment he looked oddly vulnerable. “Can we talk outside? Please?”

It was the please that did it. You looked up at him; at his long lashes and tousled hair and knew there was no way you could say no. “Let’s go to the roof.”

Ten smiled and followed you out of a wide square window onto a rusty fire escape. You both made your way up to the roof where the music was still loud but muted. Finding a couple of plastic crates that someone had left behind, you plopped down onto one while he took the other.

“So…” He cleared his throat. “You were right the other day. There are things going on, things that have me stressed and I took it out on you. I was looking for a fight and I wanted you to take the bait. It’s messed up but it’s the truth.”

Curious, you squinted at him. “What sort of things are going on?”

He scratched at his wrist. “Someone from my past is back and they are causing problems for me and the Coven.”

“What sorta problems?”

“He wants to be the leader, and to do that he has to get the others to vote me unfit. Then he can challenge me.”

“But you’re a Master vampire. Even if he does challenge you, you’d kick his ass. Right?”

“In a fair fight, yes. But Tobias has never fought fair. Even now he’s undermining me and setting shit up, putting ideas into the heads of the younger ones. Telling them we should be out eating whoever we want, taking whoever we want because we’re at the top of the food chain. Most know he’s full of shit but some…”

“If he’s hyping your Coven up to attack people then he needs to be dealt with. The Pantheon—”

“No I do not want them involved. I’m handling it.”

You weren’t so sure but you didn’t say that. “Okay. Is that why you were keeping your distance?”

He nodded. “I’ve been dealing with his bullshit, and frankly I didn’t want him to see me talking to you. Don’t want you on his radar. I should have stayed away entirely but—it was like I just couldn’t. I wanted to see you if nothing else.”

Against your will you felt a blush creeping up onto your cheeks. Suddenly it was like you were back in that bar, having a nice conversation with someone you didn’t expect. A very handsome someone. “Well as far as excuses go yours is pretty decent. I knew something was up with you.” You point a finger at him. “I’m willing to let what happened in the cemetery slide but I’m not a punching bag or one of those balls you squeeze to relieve stress. The stuff you said to me was fucked up.”

Ten reached for your hand and after a moment, you allowed him to take it. His thumb brushing across your knuckles was strangely comforting. “I know and I am sincerely sorry. I can be a dick. I wanted to upset you. But Y/N you should know, I don’t believe any of the stuff I said. I do think you’re a bit too trusting, but you’re also a fighter. You’ve survived all these years fighting all manner of creatures because you’re powerful and extraordinary.”

Earnestness is a good look on him, you thought absently as you tried to not fall into his dark, penetrating eyes. “What changed your mind? What made you decide to be honest with me?”

Very slowly he entwined your fingers together. “Reality. I have enough enemies, Y/N, and I didn’t want to make you another one. Watching you walk away—it felt like I was losing something. If that makes sense?”

It did. “I get it. We don’t really know each other but…” Trailing off, you chuckled softly. “I think I somehow missed you when you weren’t around. And I shouldn’t because you’re a vampire and I’m a Demios and—and we’re not supposed to make sense.”

“But we do,” he whispered. “There is just something about you.” Digging into the front pocket of his pants, he pulled out his gold ring that was now on a fancy new expensive chain. “Here. When I left this in the bar I—well I wasn’t sure what I was doing. Leaving something to come back for later as an excuse to see you perhaps. Honestly I figured you’d probably thrown it away. Either way I want you to keep it.”

Standing, Ten stepped behind you and slipped the chain around your neck, his fingers dancing across your skin as he secured the clasp.

“Thanks.” You tucked the ring safely under the collar of your tank top. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to it.”

He smiled, shoulders slumping as they lost tension. “Good because I’ve had it for a very long time. I stole it from a whiny Duchess in 1878 who didn’t want my type at her ball.”

Amused, you chuckled. “Surprised that’s all you did to her. Not that I condone anything else but I’m being realistic.”

Smirking, he tilted his head up so that he could gaze up at the stars. “I might have also ruined her reputation but in a way she cared about the ring more. It belonged to her late brother. I’ve lived a long time and I have done some pretty unspeakable things. But I guess it comes with the territory. You either learn and make peace with the monster you’ve been or you repeat those mistakes.”

You hummed in agreement. “Well seeing as how I hadn’t heard of you before our…exciting first meeting, you must have been doing something right.”

“Or your Elders are keeping secrets from you.”

“I’m sure they are,” you replied poking him in the shoulder. “You know I’m not an idiot. There is no secret organization out there that doesn’t have its bad parts. I’ve never been one of those people who believe the Pantheon’s shit doesn’t stink.”

“Then why continue to put up with them?” he asked. “You and others like you have all the power.”

In all honesty—especially when you were younger—you often questioned why you had to listen to a bunch of old men simply because they said so. The usual answer was because that’s how it’s always been. But ideals were made to be challenged, right? Some anyway. Challenging the Pantheon was easier said than done though; you still weren’t sure who was at the very top. Who actually pulled all of the strings.

“We have physical power but they have wealth and—and who knows what else? If anyone has ever stepped out of line or refused to help, I’ve never heard about it.” You exhaled shakily. “And that kinda terrifies me. Besides some people kiss ass like you wouldn’t believe, and they would be happy to turn against me. I’m not sure I could make it on my own.”

“You wouldn’t be on your own.” Ten lifted his hand as if to tuck your hair behind your ear, and when you nodded he continued, pushing silky strands off your cheek. “Y/N you can come to me anytime for any reason. If I can help you I will.”

Sometimes it was easy to forget that Ten was an all-powerful Master vampire and not just some good looking guy you’d happened to meet. Sitting beside you in jeans and a t-shirt—which he’d probably wore to blend in at the party—you found yourself wishing your circumstances were different. If you were both just two silly humans you’d never have to worry about your budding relationship putting each other in danger. While the Neos probably didn’t care who he associated with, your Elders were a different story.

Yet just sitting with him right now? You kind of didn’t care what they thought. Others had done way worse than make a new friend.

Friend…

Pushing that thought away, you grinned. “I will keep that in mind. Also that vice is pretty much versa. If you ever need help I’m here.”

He giggled and you rolled your eyes, hating that you found it endearing. “So this incubus. You aren’t worried that it might seduce you and make a meal of you? I’d imagine a Demios could keep it satisfied for a long time.”

You made a face. “Thankfully I’m immune to the full force of incubus power. I might feel it like you’d feel a light breeze on your skin, but it wouldn’t rev my engine if you know what I mean.”

Ten snorted. “I…guess that’s good then in your line of work. Of course the question now becomes what does rev your engine?”

Okay I left myself open to that one. “Vampires that aren’t nosy. Anyway I’ve got a question for you. Why do you call me kitten? Are nicknames your thing?”

“At the risk of pissing you off, you sorta reminded me of an angry kitten when I was choking you.” He had the decency to look embarrassed. “Just the way you were hissing.”

“You mean gasping for air!”

Ten laughed, his nose scrunching. “I’m glad we can joke about this now.” You pfft and he continued. “I wouldn’t say I have a thing for nicknames but I do sometimes refer to my friends as baby or whatever. Force of habit.”

“Is it hard being the leader of such a large Coven?”

“Not exactly. Most listen to me and like the way I do things, like Johnny and Mark. It’s more about making sure we are safe and have…food. I’m sure some would rather be out hunting but why invite that danger when plenty of humans would volunteer to be fed on.”

“That makes sense. Consent is sexy. And I’ve always heard a vampire’s bite can be…”

“Euphoric? Depends on the vampire.”

You arched a brow. “What about you? I’m guessing that couple left without any complaints?”

Watching you and obviously seeing something in your expression that had the side of his mouth ticking up, he licked his lips. “You know Y/N I could show you if you’re that curious.” He took your hand in his, slender fingers dragging across your wrist. His fangs descended and he nipped at your pinky.

Your body gave a fully body shudder and for a wild moment you wanted to take him up on his offer. And it wasn’t the Pantheon’s rules or even your own sanity holding you back. It was the distinct impression that if you let Ten bite you, you wouldn’t want it to stop just there. You’d want more…

“I’d let you,” you whispered breathlessly. “But I—I don’t think you could handle it.”

Ten laughed again. “Oh? Why not?”

You curled your fingers around his chin and smoothed your thumb across his bottom lip. “Call it a hunch.”

Grinning, he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss into your palm, tongue flicking out against your life line. Just the feeling of his tongue to something as innocent as your hand had you twitching, sending a tiny spark of electricity across his cheek. He jerked, eyes stretching wide. “Did you do that on purpose?”

You thought about lying but figured he’d probably call you on it. “No. It—sometimes when I get excited—I lose focus and—” Why wasn’t a hole opening up to swallow you down? “Not that you excite me! I just meant—”

By now Ten is holding his stomach as he laughed hard, the sound carrying off into the distance. You kinda want to smack him but he looked so carefree and cute that you just shook your head, hoping your face cooled down eventually.

“You really are adorable; you know that?” he said once his laughter subsided. “Among other things.”

“Uh huh.”

“You are.” Ten’s eyes met yours and just like that, the air crackled with tension. “For what it’s worth I think I could handle you just fine. Glitching powers and all.”

“Ten…” Your voice was low. You wanted to change the subject but all you could suddenly think about was how soft his lips were. Would they be that soft against yours? Was he a good kisser? He had probably centuries of practice under his belt so.

“God I want to kiss you.” He grasped a few strands of your hair and twisted them around his finger. It’s as if he was reading your mind. “You’re like—everything about you just pulls me in. I can’t explain it. I’m old enough to know better but I don’t even care.”

“It’s forbidden,” you managed to say as he drew closer.

Ten nodded. “Then tell me to stop.”

Your faces were inches apart; you could see the tiny bit of red that swam in the brown of his eyes. His skin was flawless and he smelled like roses and expensive cologne. It would be so easy to tangle your fingers into his black hair and drag his mouth to yours. Oh, how you wanted to. How you wanted to break the rules and do something for yourself; take something for yourself. There was nothing stopping you…

“Y/N!” The sound of the roof door slamming back to the wall had you and Ten jumping to your feet.

Damien hurried outside but came to a dead stop at the sight of you two together, his hand instantly drifting to the dagger strapped to his thigh. He’d cottoned on immediately that Ten was a vampire. Meanwhile you’d stepped protectively in front of Ten before you’d even realized it. It did not go unnoticed by Damien.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He arched a brow. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you replied in a tone that brooked no argument. “What’s up? Is it the incubus?”

Damien motioned back inside. “We’ve got him pinned down in the basement. Caught him in the middle of instigating an orgy. His…admirers are forming a human wall to protect him so we need ‘em zapped and incapacitated.”

You snorted. “Okay. I’ll be right there.”

Damien gave Ten a quizzical look before turning and disappearing the way he’d came.

Ten touched your shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. Damien is a good guy. He won’t run off at the mouth if I—if I tell him the deal.” Smiling, you turned to go when he gently grabbed your wrist. “Ten…”

“Meet me tomorrow at the bar. After sundown.” His arm snaked around your waist, and he reeled you in until your chest was pressed against his. “Please.”

I should have known he’d wield that word like a weapon, you thought wryly. “Fine. But only because I kinda like the way you sound when you beg.”

He laughed. “Meet me tomorrow night and I’ll beg for you all you want.”

This was going to become a problem. Shaking your head, you pecked his cheek and wiggled out of his embrace before he could stop you. “Promises, promises.” Instead of sticking around for a reply you were running inside and downstairs.

Duty called.

~see me bare my teeth for you~

For the next two weeks you met up with Ten every single night, sometimes just to hang out while other times he actually joined you on hunts. He claimed he was more of a lover than a fighter which was why he’d stand in the shadows and watch you work, but you called bullshit after watching him put his fist through a ghoul’s chest after you’d been tossed into a tree. It shouldn’t have been sexy but you wouldn’t try to pretend because it naturally was. It was also quite sexy the way he’d rushed to your side afterwards, smoothing his hands along your sides to make sure nothing was broken. He’d even offered to carry you home; overkill but a part of you wanted to take him up on the offer.

When simply hanging out you’d let him show you his favorite haunts. Old bookstores tucked away under yellowing awnings. Family run coffee shops where he’d watched several generations grow up. An art gallery where a portrait that looked suspiciously like him holding a white cat hung on the cream colored walls. Pieces of his life that he was happily willing to share with you; it’d made you feel special. And while you hadn’t been able to exactly strike the same balance, you’d opened up as much as you could.

Showing him pictures of your parents and telling him about the emails they often sent. How much you loved being able to visit them when you could, and how sometimes you day dreamed about what your life would be like if you were normal. If you’d have gone to school, if you’d have a normal job, if you’d be better-off than where you were now. Ten never judged you, he just listened patiently. Your outings felt like dates but neither of you called them such. Perhaps the balance was to precarious and neither of you wanted to tip it in the wrong direction.

Either way you enjoyed the time you spent with Ten and it was obvious he liked spending time with you too. And after speaking to Damien he seemed pretty chill about the whole thing, promising to not tell anyone. But it wasn’t a secret anymore—Jeremy had seen to that. He’d caught Ten walking you up the path leading to the gate of the manor, had seen Ten squeeze your hand before disappearing into the darkness. And then the asshole had gleefully announced to the entire house that you were apparently some vampire’s new chew toy.

So now people whispered when you walked into a room. The Elders had pretty much threatened you to stay away from Ten, and just the thought of being forced to not see him had you exploding every lightbulb in the manor. The audacity of them actually hinting at harm coming to you for who you chose to spend your time with… Especially after following all of their rules to the letter for so many years? Well when the pressure in your ears had subsided they’d been cowering in the doorway, and you’d charred finger imprints into the chair you’d been sitting in.

“We’ll talk about this when you’re not so emotional,” Elder Cross had snapped before dismissing you.

The other shoe was going to drop soon. You just hoped you were ready for it when it did.

Stretched out on a wooden bench under a buzzing streetlight, you glanced at your watch for the fourth time and sighed. Usually Ten was at least a few minutes late—too busy making himself pretty he’d joked—but honestly you were starting to get a little worried. A couple of minutes were one thing but almost an hour and a half? Something was…off.

Or maybe he’s just finally grown bored of you, a tiny voice in your head whispered. Curiosity sated and all that.

What would you do if he just up and ended your…whatever? The Pantheon was not the forgiving type.

Swinging your legs around and putting your feet on the ground, you exhaled deeply and tried to consider your next move. The sounds of a vehicle approaching had you glancing down the otherwise vacant street, watching as a black motorcycle grew closer and closer. It practically squealed to a stop in front of you and you stood slowly, eying the rider as they removed their black helmet.

“Johnny?”

He grinned. “You remembered. I’m flattered.”

You blinked at him. “I—” It was then you noticed the bruises on his face, and that the front of his shirt was shredded as if by claws. “What happened? How did you know I’d be here? Where’s Ten?”

Johnny sighed. “Ten told me this is where you guys have been meeting so I figured…” Trailing off, he shook his head. “You know Tobias right? I’m sure he told you all about him.”

You nodded. “Yeah the dickhead who wants to be in charge. Did he—is Ten—”

Johnny gazed at you for a second before replying, “Tobias didn’t have enough votes to oust Ten but he issued him a challenge anyway. Ten being Ten; he accepted but Tobias is a fuck head so naturally he didn’t fight fair. He’d offered us all a drink an hour before and like idiots we’d thought nothing of it. He poisoned us. Just enough so that when he really went after Ten we couldn’t help.” He swore under his breath. “All hell brook loose and he had his minions take Ten away. I was able to escape but I’m too weak to do anything.”

“You were poisoned?” you inquired as a sinking feeling wormed its way into your gut. “Dead man’s blood?”

“Yes. Ten got the most of it. Tobias’ weapon was coated in the stuff. A little can slow our reflexes and our healing. The amount he gave Ten? If it reaches his heart it’ll kill him.”

Your body jolted in alarm. “Where are they?”

Climbing off of his bike and passing you the helmet, he hobbled over to the bench and flopped down. “We have a sort of area where we conduct vampire business. Judge unruly vamps and sentence them. It’s not too far from here—the GPS is already set for it.”

“Will you be okay?” You mounted the bike, your heart slamming against your rib cage. What if you were too late?

“Yeah just help Ten,” Johnny said slowly. “Y/N be careful. Tobias’ gang doesn’t fight fair.”

“Who said anything about fighting fair? I’m gonna kill them all.” With a sharp U turn, the tires screeched and smoked as you squeezed the throttle and took off down the road.

Getting involved in the business of supernaturals just wasn’t done when you were a Demios. If they fought and killed each other then so be it. The Elders would probably rejoice if something happened to Ten and the other Neos, not realizing the power vacuum something that like would make. You didn’t even know Tobias but it’s obvious him in charge would only end with getting people killed, humans and vampires alike. You already knew there was no way you’d be able to look at him—knowing what he’d done to Ten—and make nice.

One way or another his reign ended tonight.

Your mind was a jagged mess of thoughts as you followed the GPS, taking curves and turns entirely too fast. Running red lights and weaving between the sparse traffic, you were happy when you were finally out of the city area. Flying down the dark highway you watched as your destination grew closer and closer until you were zipping off the road and through the towering trees along a rocky path. What you finally arrived at made your breath catch in your throat.

The train yard had been long abandoned, that much was extremely clear. The few buildings left behind were nearly crumbled into nothing; rusty shells with tattered paper like windows and overgrown bushes. Three train cars sat in the muddy field covered with graffiti and dead weeds. In the middle were two fancy cars with their headlights bright and shining towards a figure that had been tied up onto a metal cross.

Ten!

He was surrounded by twelve burly looking vampires; all of their heads swiveling your way as you stopped the bike and cut the engine. Slipping off your helmet, you dropped it to the dirt and rolled your shoulders as you slowly made your way closer on foot.

“What’s this then?” asked one of the men. “We didn’t order take out, did we?”

The others laughed. “No but I could definitely go for a bite.” A dude with a wicked scar down the side of his face leered at you. “How did you find your way here, little girl?”

“I’m here for him.” You pointed to Ten.

Scar glanced to Ten, who hung shirtless and carved up from his cross, blood oozing slow from his wounds. “He’s…indisposed. Who are you anyway?”

Reaching behind you, you yanked out two long ornate daggers with curved silver blades. “Demios.”

That got their attention. Scar spit on the ground. “Fucking hunters! You must be one dumb bitch to come here all by yourself.”

“If you ask me, you’re the ones outnumbered here,” you snapped. “And since I know you don’t wanna do this the easy way, let’s cut the bullshit. Ten’s too pretty to stay up there and get rope burns on his wrists.”

There wasn’t any more talking after that. Scar leapt at you with a growl, throwing punches at your face. You ducked his wild fists and swung your right arm forward, slicing his head clean off his shoulders. His body exploded in a cloud of black, fiery ash and the others howled with rage. They came at you like a pack of rabid animals, kicking and slashing and trying to get their fangs into your neck. You’d never taken on so many before but you knew what you were capable of. And you put the terrain to good use.

You clamored up onto a train car and kicked the first one to follow you in the face so hard his eyes popped out. He went down like a sack of potatoes and you flipped over the second—a bald man with a spider web tattoo on the back of his head—to stab him in the back. He poofed to nothing just as a third kicked you in the stomach, sending you crashing to the ground. But you were back on your feet within seconds, dodging the fist driving down towards your forehead.

“Ha!” You chopped it off, caught it before it fell and slapped the guy with it. He stumbled backwards and you stabbed him in the chest, twirling your dagger as he was dusted away. This is taking too long! You need to get to Ten now!

Retreating as the leftover vampires started to advance, you said fuck it, knowing you only had one real shot if you did this so you had to make it count. You threw your hands up towards the sky and screamed, calling down the lightning to you. The clear sky grew overcast in a split second, thick dark clouds rolling in as thunder blasted throughout the area. Inside you felt your powers rush to the forefront and barrel out of your fingers like fireworks as purplish streaks of lightning raced down to meet it.

Boom!

One by one lightning began to strike the ground, detonating the zones surrounding it. You glared at the vampires and with a shout, pushed the crackling energy towards them. With agony filled shrieks they erupted into flames, the lightning shooting through their mouths and ears and bodies. They shook and sizzled, heads melting like candle wax before evaporating into nothing. When it was over there was no one but you and Ten left, and the smell of burnt hair.

“Fuck.” You dropped to your knees, nerves tingling. You could still see the electric currents skipping across the dirt. “Ten!”

Pushing your sudden exhaustion aside, you pulled yourself up the best you could and shuffled over to him. His eyes were opened to mere slits, his skin clammy and covered in a sheen of sweat. There were cuts all over his chest and arms, the deeper ones crusted with black blood. You used your knife to cut him down and attempted to catch him as he crashed to the mud, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Ten? Hey…” You took his face between your hands. “Can you hear me?”

He blinked slowly. “I—I guess I should be calling you Zeus instead of kitten…”

You chuckled and pulled him to you for a gentle hug, relief washing through you so hard it nearly brought you to tears. “Asshole. C’mon.” Slinging his arm across your shoulders, you heaved him to his feet. “You need to feed and get that dead man’s blood out of your system before it reaches your heart. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.” He groaned and wobbled towards the car you were taking him to. “It’s like my—my insides are on fire. Fucking Tobias! Ho—how did you even know I was here?”

“Johnny found me and told me.”

“And you…came for me?”

“Of course.”

“They could have killed you, Y/N.”

“Yeah well…” Opening the back door, you dumped him into the backseat and then jumped behind the wheel. You really just wanted to get the two of you to a safer area.

Five minutes later you were parked at an old campground. You slipped into the back with Ten and looked him over. “You need to feed, Ten. I’d call for a pizza boy but I doubt he’ll make it in time. So…” You took off your jacket and pulled the neck of your shirt off your shoulder.

Ten leaned away from you. “You—no. Take me back to the manor, we—there is blood there—”

“And so is Tobias. He’ll kill you the second you walk through the door.” You wet your lips. “That’s if you even make it back. Just feed on me. I trust you.”

He dragged his knuckles down the side of your throat but yanked his hand back. “I—I can’t. Your blood it’s—not the neck. Not…when I’m like this.”

You ran your fingers through your messy hair. “And the wrist is too thin. That just leaves…” Biting the inside of your cheek, you started to unbutton your pants before you could talk yourself out of it.

“What are you doing?” Ten arched a brow.

“If you can’t bite my neck because you don’t trust yourself, you’ll have to take it from my thigh. From the femoral artery. It’s one of the only places where the blood flows freely enough.” Shimmying out of your jeans, you dropped them into the wide foot well and tried to remain calm.

“I say I can’t bite your neck so your solution is a place with an even greater chance of me killing you?” He snorted and it turned into a heavy cough.

“We don’t have a lot of options here!” You exclaimed. “Either you feed or you die and I—I can’t—I don’t wanna lose you, okay? Not when I have the power to do something about it.”

Ten’s expression softened. “Okay. Okay Y/N.”

As you shifted and laid down, propping one heel up on the hunch of the backseat, he crawled forward until he was hovering above you. Even smudged with dirt and blood he was still handsome. He nuzzled your throat and kissed your collar bone, dragging his lips down between your clothed breasts and across your stomach where your shirt had ridden upwards. His teeth nipped at your bellybutton and you gripped the seat.

You looked down at him and red eyes stared back. “Wha—”

Ten pressed his face between your legs and sighed rather deliriously. “God you smell good.”

“Ten! Ten you—this isn’t the—you’re dying,” you stammered. “Blood, feeding remember!”

“Mmm…” He used his nose to nudge your panties aside, tongue slipping out to slide between your pussy lips.

“Oh shit!” You moaned and slapped a hand over your eyes, hips tilting up towards his lazy licking. You’d thought about this, dreamed about this but… Tangling your fingers into his sweaty hair, you gave it a rough tug. “Ten, look at me.” He did as you asked, lips slightly parted. “After you’re healed, you—you can lick me all you like. After.”

Dazed, Ten hummed and turned his attention to your inner thigh. Between one second and the next, his fangs were puncturing deep, mouth sealing over the holes to capture the blood that dashed to the surface. You’d never been bitten by a vampire before and while there was some pain, there was also immense pleasure. It felt like someone caressing every inch of your skin, massaging places you didn’t even know you had. It never made sense to you before; someone just letting a vampire feed on them until they died but now you understood. The urge to just sink beneath the surface of bliss hitting you from all angles only grew and grew the more Ten drank from you.

Slipping away like this wouldn’t be bad at all.

But thankfully even feverish and a bit out of it, Ten was still in control. He pulled away before things went too far on your end and used his sharp fang to prick his thumb, smearing his blood over the holes in your thigh so that they closed. He was completely healed now and almost glossy, cheeks flushed pink and eyes bright.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You let your leg flop down so that your heel rested on his back. “Uh huh. You?”

“I’ve never experienced this type of power before. Your blood…it’s like a battery inside of me, fueling every inch and every cell. Cranked up to one thousand.” He kissed your knee. “I don’t know how a thunderstorm tastes but if someone told me this was how, I’d believe them.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. “I—I’m just glad you’re not going to die. And that you can take control of the Coven back from what’s his face.”

“Heh trust me I am going to make an example out of him.” Ten tilted his head to the side, fingertips brushing across the lace of your black panties. “But first…”

Oh. “Y—you don’t have to.”

“Have to? I want to. If I don’t get my mouth on you right now I might burst.” To prove how serious the situation was, he took the flimsy material of your underwear in his hands and ripped them clean off of you. “Can I?”

“Looks like you’re halfway there already,” you teased and he laughed. “Kiss me first?”

Ten kissed you eagerly and you melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss was so sensual and warm that it kinda made your head spin. Made you feel so freaking alive, like you’d been sprinkled with fairy dust and any moment would rocket up into the clouds. He nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on your tongue, moaning happily at the soft sounds you were making. But he just tasted so good and it all just felt so right.

“Y/N,” he said your name like it was a prayer, kissing your cheeks, your chin and your thudding pulse point.

You combed your fingers through his hair and as he snaked down your body once again, hooking your thighs over his shoulders. He didn’t tease; he pressed his mouth to your pussy and ate you like you were a four course meal. Licked you over and over again until his lips were shining with you. The sounds it made—so loud in the cramped space—had you hiding your eyes with your arm even as you pushed closer to his face. And Ten just hummed; rolled his tongue inside of you like some people roll their Rs.

Your toes curled, your back arching off the backseat as if you just couldn’t stay still. The pleasure was almost too much, too sharp and too strong. His hands were locked around your thighs tight enough to lightly bruise so that he could lick and suck your throbbing clit until you were crying out nonsense words. Even though your powers were depleted what was left of them threatened to spill out. With no strength to hold them back your fingers threw sparks into the floor, burning tiny holes into the upholstery.

Ten smirked and gently pushed two fingers into you, knowing you were wet enough to take it. As they stroked deep inside of you, you felt your orgasm build blindingly fast, stealing your breath away. It hit with enough force to yank you up onto your elbows, chest heaving and body singing as pleasure spread from your head to your feet. You moaned loudly and grabbed a handful of Ten’s hair, using it as an anchor though not sure if you wanted to shove him away or pull him closer. Maybe both.

With a high pitched whine you flopped back to the seat and folded your legs up towards your chest, body jerking and twitching and twisting. “Te—Ten! I—it—it’s too much! Please!”

He sat back on his heels and dragged his fingers through his hair, silky strands falling right back into his eyes a second later. “Fuck. If I didn’t have to deal with Tobias I’d have you sitting on my face all night.”

“That…would kill me,” you replied panting. This car was your home now because you were never moving again.

Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to your mouth. “I hate to eat and run…”

You snorted. “Go be a bad ass. Save your Coven. I’ll be fine.”

The sound of the car door slamming shut was your only clue that he’d left. Alone, you stared up at the night sky through the window, unable to contain your giggles as they burst forth. “What the hell am I doing?”

Answers didn’t come and by the time you finally made it home, it was about one in the morning. You waved off Elizabeth’s questions—people had heard about a dust up at the Neo Coven—and went straight to the shower. Afterwards you got a bite to eat and retreated to the safety of your bedroom, locking your door so that no one could just fumble inside.

You were sleepily watching videos on your phone when a shadow moved into your room. “What the—Ten?”

He grinned and perched on the side of your bed, looking all clean and refreshed. “Hi.”

“How are you in here? Didn’t the wards block you?”

“Nope. I strolled right through the gates.”

“If the magic recognized you then it—I guess it might think you’re Demios because of my blood. I wouldn’t try to get in any other time though. Unless you wanna end up able to fit in an ash tray.”

“Yes baby.”

You smiled at him. “I’m guessing things with Tobias went…okay?”

Ten nodded. “I destroyed him and the rest of his little gang. Your blood made me ten times faster and stronger; it’s like I could telegraph moves before he made them. I felt…like a God.” Glancing down to your lilac colored sheets, he reached for your hand, bringing it up to his heart. “I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you. My Coven would be in the hands of a maniac if it wasn’t for you. Y/N…you are so amazing.”

Touched, you shrugged lightly. “Saving people is kinda my thing. Though it is different with you. Anyway I’m glad everything worked out and that you and the Neos are safe.”

He kissed your fingertips. “When we first met I thought you were just another sanctimonious asshole, hiding behind a code you didn’t believe in. But you are so much more. You’re gorgeous, smart and sweet to a fault. And I know you don’t need it—that you can take care of yourself—but I’m gonna make it my mission to keep you safe. I can’t lose you either.”

It should have been patronizing but it wasn’t. “Ten.” You threw your arms around him and hugged him tight. “Here’s to keep each other safe.”

Easier said than done…

~part three~

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Title: One Shitty Friday Night (Part 1)

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Colossus x Shadowcat

Summary: Set after the events of Deadpool 2, you and your boyfriend Peter are on a double date downtown with your fellow X-Men Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) and Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) when Deadpool and Russell arrive unexpectedly. Chaos and violence naturally ensues, including taking down mafia henchmen, dealing with news media and paparazzi who circle in with the action, and a jealous Peter. This will be concluded in Part 2 with the mixed reactions of Logan, Charles, and Erik when you all bring Wade and Russell back home, etc. 😄

Notes: For simplicity’s sake as Piotr R. is normally called “Peter” as well, he’ll just be referred to as Colossus here.

Warnings: Some alcohol use. And it’s Deadpool, so a lot of cursing and irreverent jokes of course. This started out as just crack!fic that became actual fic that had to be split into two parts because it hit post limit. Holy cow.

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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Kitty all but snorted, trying to put her drink back down on the table before it could end up fully sideways instead as her laughter left her trembling.

Colossus sighed quietly, but you could still see the warmth in his eyes as he looked down at her before helping dab up some of her errant wine off the table with a thick cloth napkin.

It was late Friday night, and save for your semi disapproving, large and very Russian designated driver, the other three of you were now several drinks deep and a bit too loudly enjoying Peter’s retelling of the Led Zeppelin cover band debacle. You’d been there with him that night, but it never got old the way Peter told it.

“I shit you not, and this guy still keeps hitting on Jean.” Peter continued, his third nearly empty glass of craft beer still in hand. “Scott’s about to fry the dude. They’re playing Immigrant Song, and these lasers start up. All dudebros in the club go wild, and Scott tries to sneak off a warning shot. Freaking air balls it! I have to move like forty people and it still blows a damn hole in the wall. But nobody even noticed! Fake Robert Plant is screaming his heart out and everybody is just eating it up. I swear my Dad could have flown in there, cape billowing and they still would have thought it was part of the show!”

You were at risk of being elbowed in this small restaurant booth, with how animated Peter was as he spoke beside you. But you didn’t mind. The lighting was dim, possibly verging on romantic, the smell of good food from the kitchen reminded you of what was to come, and you were just enjoying time with some of your favorite people.

When Peter did finally drop his hand again though, the not so subtle movements of it then up your thigh also promised something much more personal later tonight. Maybe it was the warmth from the mixed drinks you were also nursing, but you shifted your leg a little, pushing even more into his touch under the table. Your movement just signaled your silent agreement to him that tonight would be a perfect night to be throwing clothes on the floor as soon as you got back to your shared room at the mansion.

It’d been a long, tiring week after all. Helping teach classes during the day and training your ass off in the danger room every night, you didn’t think it was unreasonable to cut loose a bit now.

Even Colossus was chuckling a little at last, but the big guy was always softest around Kitty. You in particular had been one of her biggest supporters when she’d first confessed her attraction towards him. You’d noticed his bashfulness with her as well, and all the little glances he’d given her long before she’d ever worked up the courage to ask him out.

But that seemed so long ago now, it was hard to really remember a time when they weren’t together. Almost as long as you and Peter really.

You glanced up as the waiter came back by to check on you all, saying your food would be out in a few more minutes and asking if anyone needed more drinks.

“Oh gosh, we’re really running up the tab right?” Kitty smiled.

You could see the little bit of relief in Colossus’ expression as she waved the waiter off though, her current wine glass still nearly full. “I’m fine for now, thank you.”

Peter glanced at you and you nodded as well. A buzz was fine, but you didn’t want to be climbing the mansion stairs full on drunk tonight. “I’m good.”

As the waiter left, your conversation got a little more subdued. You leaned into Peter somewhat, hip to hip in the booth as he put his arm around your waist.

Kitty was now talking about a movie she thought you should all go see next weekend if you could. You were just in the process of agreeing as you’d wanted to see it too, when Colossus suddenly went stock still, a look of real surprise on his face.

Kitty evidently noticed as soon as you did, you both staring up at him in unison.

“Do not turn around,” He instructed to you and Peter, eyes locked on something behind you.

Of course when told to do one thing, it would take everything in Peter’s willpower to not do the opposite. But to his credit he actually did hesitate. “Do we need to be dodging something? I mean, I can move us if I need to, man. You just gotta let me know.” Peter stated.

“I don’t think he’s seen us yet. Please do not draw attention.” Colossus responded, still frustratingly vague to the rest of you.

But he hadn’t metaled up yet, his skin still entirely human looking. So on the plus side, it couldn’t be someone he thought an immediate physical threat.

You glanced to Kitty for some hope of explanation as she was seated beside Colossus and facing the same direction. But she was too short in comparison to him, and couldn’t see all the way across the booth dividers as easily as he could. “Well who is it?” Kitty demanded quietly.

But you heard an impatient voice carry over clearly from the nearby restaurant entrance.

“Look, you know he’s here. I know he’s here. Don’t make me leave you guys a bad Yelp review. I will totally Karen that shit up. I’m just here for him.” A pause. “...And some of the cannolis. God, I love those things. You went a little scarce on the filling last time though. Don’t make me add that to the Yelp review.”

You heard the hostess stutter, fear evidently building. “Sir, firearms are not allowed in this restaurant. The owner, he, I...I can’t.”

There was a loud sigh from the man, the distinct sound of a gun cocking, and then all hell broke loose.

“WADE!” Colossus screamed, your entire table flipping as he stood up, metal now encasing him in this even larger form.

Abruptly you were now standing back by the entrance yourself. Peter had one arm around you, and the other around Kitty as he let you both go just as instantly, having just brought you there before he disappeared again.

That little flare up of vertigo from the speed and sudden stop didn’t mix well with the alcohol, and she and you both stood there another moment, queasy as Peter appeared again with an armful of guns.

It would have been comical as he clearly had no idea where to put them now, but everyone else that had still been in the restaurant was already screaming and running for the doors in a panic.

The owner of the multiple guns couldn’t care less about the crowd however, only turning his full focus to the lot of you then in exasperation.

“Oh my God, you anti second amendment, mother fuckers. I’m in the middle of a job here!”

“You can’t just point guns at innocent people, Wade! We have talked about this many times!” Colossus retorted, all seven foot of him now standing over Deadpool with paternal like annoyance.

“For fuck’s sake, it’s called a threat. I wasn’t going to kill her you overprotective, asshat! Now Giovanni is probably holed up in some pussy ass panic room, or he’s already ghosted me out the back door! And yes, I know that is such a stereotypical mob boss name and totally sounds like the Pokemon villain. Fuck him and his always trying to take Pikachu! He had a talking cat the whole time who just wanted his love, but no, got to have the electric rat. Fuck!”

“Language, Wade!” Colossus scolded. “There is still a child present!”

And honestly in all this insanity, that was the first time you actually noticed Russell also still standing there. Everyone else in the room had now fled out into the street.

“I’m fucking fourteen,” The boy replied defiantly. “And yeah, we were working!”

“Daddy and angrier metal daddy are just talking, hon.” Deadpool commented, waving a hand.

There was a small gust of air beside you and you looked to Peter knowingly. Wade’s guns were now all on a table, though intentionally still distant from your current position. “So I just made a couple laps.” Peter spoke up. “The cops are already coming, and there’s still a bunch of guys in the basement. They were opening some crates, probably getting weapons? I didn’t know if we were taking them out yet though. I didn’t touch anything. But is Giovanni like a big dude with gold rings and all?”

“I’m telling you besides the drug and human trafficking, it’s practically more criminal how much he sets back Italian-American stereotypes. They are an honest, manicotti making people goddamn it.” Deadpool answered.

You really were starting to regret the amount of drinks you’d had. If you’d known tonight was going to be anything like this, you would have gladly stuck to water. Your head was already trying to throb a little as you finally spoke. “So, does this guy actually have warrants out on him? If the cops come, they’re all going to end up shooting each other most likely. Can we just defuse this by giving him up to them?”

“I would say we assist to prevent unnecessary bloodshed, if that is the case, yes. I’m sure the Professor would prefer that.” Colossus agreed.

“Freaking goody two shoes, all of you.” Wade sighed. “But he has to get arrested or dead okay? I don’t get paid otherwise.” He paused though, then looking back up to Colossus before suddenly elbowing him. As if he’d even really feel that. “And hello rudeness, are you not going to introduce me to your little girls night out club here before we go bust some heads in a gratuitous X-Force/X-Men hotties crossover?”

“X-Force?” Kitty asked, sounding as already over this as could be.

“Well, we are a little empty on the roster at the moment. Some...unfortunate parachuting incidents. Wind advisory that day. You know how it goes.” Deadpool shrugged.

By her expression, no. She did not know how it went.

But the sooner you started, the sooner this could be over. Colossus motioned to each of you in turn, “Peter, (Y/N), and Kitty. These are my teammates and friends.” He nodded back to Deadpool, “And this is Wade.” And then to the boy. “And Russell.”

Of course you already knew who they both were. It’d been a bit of a scandal really, with the whole Essex House fiasco and the deaths that had occurred there. Fair or not, a lot of the blame had ended up on Juggernaut the second time around though you thought. Which is why Charles hadn’t had to deal with too much bad press in the aftermath.

You could not let this become another Essex House situation for the X-Men though. You were about to speak up about heading to the basement together and Deadpool staying out of your way so you all could neutralize everyone without any fatal hits, when he gasped dramatically, making you freeze again.

“Kitty!? Like an actual girl named Kitty? Oh my God, this whole time I thought you were his cat!” He hit his own leg, laughing. “I’m thinking, holy shit this guy loves his goddamn cat, but who am I to judge you know? I had a dog named Mr. Shuggums. Cutest little fucker.” He took a breath. “I miss him.”

“Wade.” Colossus groaned. “We do not have all night.”

Okay, so there was still something sweet about Colossus gushing about his girlfriend even to this manic mercenary. But no kidding, this show really needed to get on the road here.

“Guys, why don’t we just let Peter disarm them all, Colossus, you grab Giovanni, and Kitty and I deal with anyone who still resists? No one has to get hurt, and then it’s all done, easy.”

“And then we go find somewhere else to eat. Killing me here. I wanted that damn calzone and tiramisu.” Peter sighed, pulling his goggles back down over his eyes again. “More guns coming up.”

He disappeared at once, but when he didn’t return immediately as you were so accustomed to, you and Kitty exchanged a nervous look.

And after only another few seconds, your instincts told you something had definitely gone wrong.

“Is the basement directly beneath us?” You asked Deadpool sharply, already reaching out a hand to Kitty. Your adrenaline was starting, all good feelings gone as it was now time to act.

But you’d worked together long enough now, you didn’t have to explain your plan to her or Colossus.

Yet when the previously mouthy merc had no instant response, just staring at you in thought, it was clear he hadn’t done any recon beforehand at all. He’d literally just walked in here and expected everything to work out.

“Perfect.” Kitty said sarcastically, glancing quickly to Colossus as she took your hand. “You’re our backup, dear, in case our vertical entrance doesn’t work out. Come find us.”

“Always.” He said, already turning, his weight shaking the floor as he ran to look for any stairway downward while you and Kitty dropped straight through the floor.

It was surely a risk of its own to use her phasing ability so blindly as this. You could end up in a too small crawlspace, in underground piping, a sewer system, anything really. She’d make sure not to go solid until it was safe, as to not impale or bury you alive of course. But if Peter were in trouble, there was no time to waste by ending up at a dead end and having to go back up and try again.

You’d held your breath, as there was no way for you to process oxygen either as your lungs and every other part of you shifted through the other matter. It was darkness and insulation, pipes, and conduit that flashed by at first. But in the fractions of seconds that it took to fall, you had already powered up. The white light of your energy field overtaking your body, shielding you both as you did fall into a larger open area.

It was even darker than the restaurant above, all concrete and dampness. The glow from your body was the brightest thing there as much more men than you’d expected all turned in surprise. You saw the glint of multiple gun barrels now, but the thing you wanted to see most was Peter’s silver hair as you’d scanned the area for him instantly.

There was a stairwell in the distance. He was laying near the bottom of it. But you had no time to be shocked or afraid, only anger swelled as you released Kitty’s hand, making you solid again. “I’ll get him.” Was all you said. Letting her know to protect herself as you flew to him. Bullets couldn’t hurt her if she was ready for them. But Peter would be defenseless without one of you now, and by means of your power of flight you were the faster of you and her.

The man closest to Peter had a different kind of gun though you realized. Something you didn’t recognize at all as he aimed at you. You splayed your palms to create an energy shield in front of you as he pulled the trigger.

It didn’t make a sound though. But everything around you instantly distorted as pain exploded through you. You saw five or six of him now, as your feet hit the ground, unable to concentrate enough to fly then. But even as you stumbled, realizing your shielding wasn’t fully stopping whatever that weapon was doing, you were still able to expand your shield rapidly, hitting the man with the force of a car in your pain and sending him flying into a nearby wall, the weapon clattering to the ground lightly against his now limp body.

But you still felt like you were going to puke.

“Kill them you idiots!” Someone screamed.

You dropped yourself, laying over Peter just as quickly, grateful to feel him breathing as you focused through the pain to extend a shield around you both as the gunfire started.

“Bitch!” Another man yelled as Kitty just walked unharmed through all the flying bullets towards you.

“Shadowcat actually,” She said, skilled enough in her powers to choose what was solid and what wasn’t. Just the outside of her fist being all she needed to crush his nose in one punch with a squirt of blood, and only the end of her foot used as she swept her leg after to knock his own right out from under him.

Even among your own team, sometimes people could forget that that petite Jewish girl was about as skilled a martial artist as anyone could be.

“Babe?” You heard against your ear though, glancing back down to Peter. There was real relief even in the chaos as you saw him smile up at you.

He talked back against your ear in the noise as Kitty continued to utterly wreck the guys around you. “I fucked up a little, right? That gun...they already had it going, aimed at the door when I came back, a trap...I think I hit every stair on the way down...I still see like three of you right now.”

“Ditto.” You breathed.

And then there was another even louder noise as the remnants of a door also came flying down the stairs. Colossus barreled in behind it like a stampeding elephant, Deadpool right behind him as they leapt over the both of you and joined the fray.

“We found the basement!” Deadpool announced gleefully, swords swinging. “Don’t think they’d even locked the door back actually, but fuck if big Russki doesn’t love a dramatic entrance!”

For a moment you thought all your words about at least trying not to kill had been for nothing, thinking Deadpool was going to chop these men into literal pieces. But even as blood sprayed left and right, you realized he was just cutting tendons. The men then unable to hold their guns, unable to stand at all as he crippled each he reached in succession.

It was still completely horrific, but hell, how much could you really ask for from someone like him? Especially when you yourself had slammed that one man into a concrete wall as if he were a ragdoll. You glanced over anxiously for a moment, glad to see him shifting a little, but still crumpled exactly where you’d thrown him. He was alive, a small relief at least.

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Obviously the other gunmen hadn’t had a prayer either though once you’d all been down there together.

Colossus already had a still cursing Giovanni slung over one shoulder as you were now helping Peter back up and trying not to step in all the blood as you all walked over to Kitty.

“What a mess...very interesting weapon though,” She spoke of that odd gun that’d been used on you and Peter, it now in her hands as she turned it one way and then another examining it. “I’m bringing this back with us. The police don’t need anything like this. Hank and I can figure out how it works. And how to defend against it hopefully before we run into another one of these out in the field.”

“It seems this Giovanni was more a threat than expected,” Colossus said, giving the still squirming man an unhappy look, before looking back to you all. “Are you alright, Peter?”

“I’m still hungry.” Peter grumbled, an arm over your shoulder to still help stabilize him as his other hand went to his head as if it were pounding. He also had some bruising starting on his face, no doubt from his tumble down the stairs. “I wouldn’t have drank so damn much if I’d known we weren’t going to eat...”

With the speed of his metabolism, that alcohol likely was hitting him pretty hard now on his already empty stomach.

“We should turn this guy over and get out of here.” You agreed. Though you didn’t feel so hot yourself. Still a little nauseous from whatever that weapon did to your senses. But at least you weren’t seeing triple of everything anymore.

“Hold it, girl scouts!” Deadpool piped up, chipper as ever as he grabbed something at Giovanni’s neck before any of you could think to stop him.

The man choked just a moment though, before a piece of metal snapped off into Wade’s hands. It was a necklace, with a symbol of some sort. You saw just a glimpse of it before Deadpool pocketed it. “No proof of finishing the job, no payday for DP. No payday, then no liquor, no coke, no hookers. Am I right?”

It was too difficult to tell when if ever he was serious, and you all chose to ignore his comment, starting back up the stairs. The odd sounds of bullet fragments falling back down the stairwell caught Peter’s attention though as he gave a grossed out look to Wade for a moment.

The now impact deformed bullets were starting to work themselves back out of all the bloody holes in Deadpool’s costume. You knew where you’d seen that before of course, but Peter was the only one that actually said it aloud.

“Damn, you and Logan would be a pair.”

There was a pause, and you could swear even with the mask, you thought you saw Wade’s cheekbones move in a way that signaled he was outright grinning from ear to ear. “At least someone gets it. He still won’t return my calls though. Such a diva lately.”

Once you did get to the top of the stairs, you only found a very agitated Russell standing there, Wade’s guns in his arms. “You took long enough, the cops are outside you know. I’m not going back to jail for you!”

“Cool your tater tots, kid.” Deadpool responded lazily, in no hurry, but grabbing the weapons back to holster them all regardless.

“I could have finished this faster! I would have fried their asses!” Russell argued.

“You would have been shot. Fire does not stop bullets.” Colossus only answered matter of factly.

Russell made a face, but Wade cut him off before he could say any more.

“Now now, listen to metal daddy. No sass. And actually, I think there’s something we should talk about, champ. X-Force is way more badass and all, but we don’t exactly have a training and junior member tier yet. Maybe later. You might want to think about riding home with these guys and checking their setup out. I don’t have any powers myself to relate to you like that, except me being very shootable, devastatingly charming, sexy, smart, and a competitive level Skee-Ball player...”

Deadpool sighed, continuing. “But these guys have a Danger Room. Which is totally not a sex dungeon, yeah I was bummed about that too. But they could let you unleash that school shooter level teenage angst and burn all the shit you wanted until you really figure out your powers.”

Russel bristled. “I’m not a school shooter you prick! And you always said the X-Men were neutered dweebs and-”

Wade coughed loudly, ushering Russell forward suddenly as you all continued to walk. “Hah, kids. Such darlings. Mishear everything don’t they?”

Colossus only answered without offense though. “The offer is still open, Russell. Though you have said no before. The Professor would never turn down a young mutant in need.”

It was Peter who surprised you a little, a smirk on his face as he contributed. “Freaking sweet house too, man. Xavier’s loaded. Big screen TV, a pool, basketball court, your own room, supersonic jet. Bunch of cute girls as well, or cute boys, you know whatever you’re into.”

“I’m not gay.” Russell huffed, but actually looked to be listening now as he didn’t immediately spit back with a sarcastic retort.

Though you gave Peter a weird look and he just grinned. “What? I stayed for you didn’t I, babe? Just saying. I wasn’t exactly on board with the whole team thing before that either. I know where he’s coming from is all.”

“It’s up to you, Russell.” Kitty said more diplomatically, before returning to the matter at hand. “We’re parked at that parking garage two blocks south. Everyone meet back there, Colossus and I will hand this guy over to the cops out front. The rest of you, I’m sure there’s got to be some emergency exit you can sneak out of. Probably better to split up actually. Less attention.”

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Just as Kitty had suggested, Deadpool and Russell went out one way, and you and Peter another. You came out onto another street behind the restaurant. And you’d just finally started to relax again, Peter taking your hand in his own and walking away like an honest to God normal couple for once, just out on the town together before you noticed an oddly placed white van with distinct lettering on it.

Peter saw it too just as the light from a camera hit you both.

“Hell,” You breathed.

“Want to run?” He asked seriously.

“Too late, they’d just film us ditching, and say we had something to hide.”

Your headache was returning in full force you thought as you steeled yourself, seeing the reporter now in a full sprint towards you.

“It’s Quicksilver! And (your codename)! The X-Men are here!” A woman shouted.

As you walked closer to the news van, the camera flashes only increased. It looked like a small group of paparazzi had also camped out here, hoping for this exact result. How did word travel so damn fast?

“Marcia Fletcher, WAFN nightly news!” She introduced herself at once, her camera man there just as quickly, huffing a little from the run as he got you both in focus.

You could see the lights on on his camera as she shoved her microphone in front of you and Peter. “You’re on live coverage of the Ruffiano’s restaurant shootings with WAFN. Is it true that Giovani Marcello was apprehended here tonight by the X-Men? And how did you know he was here when he’s been on Interpol’s most wanted list for four years?”

You knew without looking at him that Peter was happily deferring the speaking role to you now as you tried not to look rattled. You attempted to think of what Charles would and wouldn’t want you to say, even with the pain in your head and lingering nausea. “We didn’t know who was here. We were in the area and saw people running and went to help, that’s all.” You lied.

“But the reports of gunshots, witnesses also said Deadpool had drawn a gun on a restaurant employee and Colossus was seen inside. Is Deadpool now affiliated with the X-Men again? Did he shoot anyone?”

“Deadpool is not affiliated with the X-Men. Colossus was here tonight, but he only would have been defending anyone he thought in danger. Deadpool did not shoot anyone.” You tried to keep to short truths that time.

“But then why was Deadpool there? Should people really believe it would be a coincidence that the X-Men and Deadpool would be at the same incidence at one time if not working together?”

“Well you’re here aren’t you? Are you affiliated with us?” You replied before you could stop yourself, though still restraining the annoyance you really wanted to put into that statement. “Trouble attracts a crowd.”

Peter made a sound, a restrained laugh you knew. But before the reporter could blurt out another question, one of the now growing number of paparazzi called out, “(Your codename), hey look here! Is it true you and Quicksilver are still dating!?”

You knew better than to be baited, humoring any of them just made it worse. They were like piranhas. But Peter couldn’t help it, turning to look as so many cameras flashed. His arm slid around you protectively. “Why wouldn’t we be, dude?” He called back.

“Are you saying the photos of (your codename) and Gambit were before you two reconciling?”

It took every ounce of your self control to not respond, but oh God did you want to. It was the mission in Tanzania. You knew it. You, Storm, and Gambit. Peter had stayed in the U.S. for that one as it’d been the holidays and his Mom had wanted both he and Wanda over for some time together.

After the mission was over, the three of you had ended up on one of the beautiful Tanzanian beaches for a single day. Just a single day to yourselves.

You’d had the audacity to wear a revealing bathing suit though and you and Remy had been photographed together, him shirtless of course because it was a goddamn beach. And laughing and smiling because, surprise, you were friends! And they’d cropped Ororo out in all the closeups for complete loss of context.

It’d been a thing in some of the tabloids for a while, but you really thought that had finally blown over. Of course if anyone asked Remy, he liked to play coy on the whole subject to keep up his God’s gift to all men and women sex symbol status.

“Peter, let’s just go,” You whispered in his ear, sure anything else said would only make things worse.

But you could read him all too well, and when he turned his face to look back at you, you already knew what he was going to do. You didn’t try to stop him, because never would you humiliate him on live television with any type of rejection, but oh, you would never live this one down. Never.

He kissed you hard. And there was nothing fake about it, honestly the kind of kiss usually reserved for your bedroom as you felt heat rising up in you. The camera flashes clicking over and over as you could still taste the alcohol he’d drank before.

When he finally released you again, you gasped a little. He gave the photographers a ‘fuck you’ look, before speaking just to you. “Now we can go.”

“Fly or run?” You breathed.

“Fly please. I’m still about half out of it.” He admitted.

You powered up to some surprised and excited sounds from the crowd. Your whole body glowing white again in the energy you emitted.

“Wait, aren’t you going to stay and talk to the police!?” The reporter shouted.

“They know where to find us if they need us.” You answered, extending your energy field around Peter, before you took off vertically, making sure to get sideways over the rooftops as soon as you could though to breakup their camera angles and finally give you privacy again at last.

You landed gently atop the parking garage only a few moments later, letting him go again as you powered back down.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, just taking your hand again though.

“No.” You said truthfully. “But, I have no idea what we’ve really just done. We still have to go home...home where the Professor always watches the 10:00 news with his late night tea.”

Peter sighed, only half joking. “We could always go stay with my Mom for a while?”

You just moved in closer, pulling him against you as you laid your head on his shoulder. “We’ll survive, babe. Somehow we always do.”

“I think that says more about you than me though. Pretty sure I’d be face down in a ditch somewhere already if it weren’t for you.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck then before raising your head back up to kiss him once more. Much softer this time, and even longer than his jealous little display a few minutes ago.

He made one of his little noises of contentment, hands sliding down to squeeze your butt through the thin pants you were wearing. As he pulled your hips tighter against him, he broke the kiss enough to speak regretfully. “I really was hoping to get lucky tonight...”

“Same.” You smiled. It had been a while. Mostly from you both being so tired by the time you finally got in bed. Passing out on each other had more been the norm the past couple weeks. “We get some food in you, and see where things go?”

“Gross! Get a room!”

You startled at the sudden shouting, having wholly thought yourselves alone up here in the moonlight.

Peter rolled his eyes, yelling back at Russell, “Kid, we have one! And we’d already be back there by now if it wasn’t for your little mafia hunting shenanigans!”

You looked over to see Deadpool and Russell both standing in the doorway to the parking garage stairs.

Wade whistled, leaning back against the doorframe. “Way to take down that Marcia Fletcher a notch! I always found her too uppity to be honest. I think she’s still butt hurt that they didn’t give her the lead anchor spot when Carl Sanderson moved to the early bird morning show. Tanya Meyer on the 5:00 news though, that’s my girl.”

You blinked. “How...how do you know-” It was literally minutes ago, it would have taken them just this long to walk here.

Deadpool lifted up his cell phone. “Facebook live, bitches. Don’t you follow WAFN? The recipes they post from Saturday morning cooking with Pat are always delish.” He looked back down at the phone though, happily reading. “Hah! Peggy Fredrickson from Brewster, New York thinks Marcia’s contouring and drawn on eyebrows are getting worse. Fire your makeup person, Marcia.” He tapped something on the screen. “Like comment! Oh, and Michael Morris from Ridgefield says who wouldn’t do Remy LeBeau. Damn, Michael, all out and proud on main.”

Peter let go of you, taking an annoyed breath. But then looking back to you. “Please let me at least prank Remy, something, anything.”

“But he didn’t do anything.” You replied, though only more stressed now that this was already blowing up on social media.

“Exactly! He should have at least denied it! But no, Mr. cool Cajun can’t admit that you’d actually choose me over him.”

“Hey now, I think you’re looking at this the wrong way, Quickie.” Deadpool interjected. “There’s always the ménage à trois option. I mean he’s French right? And Michael from Ridgefield is just spitting truth. Who wouldn’t want to do Remy LeBeau? He could shuffle my cards anytime.”

“You guys are so fucking weird.” Russell groaned. “Can we go find your damn car now?”

But you didn’t move yet, still looking fully at Peter. “Wade’s just trying to get under your skin. We all know how Remy is. He’d flirt with a piece of cardboard if it suited him. It doesn’t mean anything to him.” You recognized that Gambit was physically attractive of course, you had eyes too after all. But that was the only extent of it. You loved Peter. Not to mention you wouldn’t at all want to get on Rogue’s bad side. She and Gambit were tumultuous enough without someone else being added to the mix.

“This is adorable, really. But I did bring ‘good job team for sending a little girl selling, gentrification funding, pencil dick mob boss to butt fucking federal prison’ cannolis. Want some?” Deadpool offered, lifting up a large takeout box you somehow hadn’t noticed before.

Peter’s shoulders dropped a little, still heavily annoyed though eyeing the box. “So does this mean you’re coming back with us too?”

Wade shrugged, “The kid doesn’t know you guys. What kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t at least go and make sure he actually wanted to stay in your little mutant commune before I ditch him there?”

“You aren’t my damned dad.” Russell said, though almost sounding too tired to argue further at this point. He reached up, taking a cannoli from the box and biting into it as he started to walk back down the stairwell. “What floor is the car on?”

“Just one down from here, you already passed it. Black SUV,” you answered. Colossus and Kitty must not have been here yet if Wade and Russell had made it all the way to the top deck without finding them.

Peter grabbed your hand again, walking with you to the doorway as he grabbed three cannolis out the box begrudgingly with his other hand. He passed one off to you, before biting into the other two in quick succession.

And you only had a moment to see all the thick scarring under Wade’s mask as he lifted it just enough to start eating one himself, before turning to follow you both out and down the stairwell.

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(Concluded in Part 2 here)

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So, instead of working on Something Wicked or Those Horrid, Horrid Things, I basically wrote 2,500 words of what's essentially fanfiction of my own work.

Some spoilers for Those Horrid, Horrid Things, since it's set about seven years in the future from the story.

Will I do anything more with this? Who knows?

Also there's probably a shitload of typos and other issues since I just wrote this in like a feverish state and it's after 1 a.m.

TWs for blood and gore, some language, sort of some slight acephobia, some awkward moments of people being half-dressed, and brief mentions of vomit and dead animals:

For a long, long time, Fenrisúlfr Lokison had thought about what he would say to Tyr Odinson the next time he saw him.

Of course, he had thought that would be when the sun and moon disappeared, and all the world had met its end.

Instead, the son of the All-Father appeared out of a copse of trees in almost the same way he had first appeared to Fenrir as a boy — except now he was older and much, much angrier.

Tyr had always been brave. He had also always been fair and just. Which was probably why he gave Fenrir a moment to defend himself, issuing a battle cry from the trees and running straight towards a wolf the size of a large ship.

It was incredibly stupid. Fenrir reflexively swiped a massive paw and batted Tyr several yards across the forest floor. He felt his outstretched claws catch and rip something underneath Tyr’s armor before he landed.

And then Tyr Odinson was on his back, intestines and blood and all sorts of things that made Fenrir nauseous pouring out of him. And yet he still held his sword high, ready to fight to the end.

It would be a quick end. Fenrir could snap him up in one bite. And he was very, very hungry.

But instead Fenrir shifted into the form of a young man — only a year younger than Tyr — and stepped closer to inspect his childhood friend’s wound.

“Put your weapon down, Tyr,” he said, his voice still a deep growl even in this form.

Tyr’s face had grown pale and slick with sweat, but he shook his head.

“Fine,” Fenrir said. “It won’t matter, soon. You’ll pass out from the blood loss.”

He really hoped he wouldn’t, though. If Tyr went to sleep in this state, Fenrir wasn’t sure he’d wake up.

He knelt down in front of him, easily pushing back his left arm until he dropped the sword. Tyr swung his right arm, which was, of course, empty of a weapon. Fenrir’s stomach lurched as he caught him by the forearm, unable to look away from where it ended.

It had been six, maybe seven years since Fenrir had taken Tyr’s hand, and now he had gone and wounded him again.

His eyes swept to the gash in his stomach, and he nearly vomited.

Tyr noticed.

“Still can’t stand the sight of blood, eh, Fenrir?” he asked, with what would have been a smirk if he had the energy to form one.

“I can -” Fenrir shut his eyes and took a breath. “I can — with animals, now. Have to eat, after all.”

He’d been traveling in the woods of Jotunheimr for some time. It hadn’t made much sense to go to college or get a job after high school, back in that little pocket of time and space in Midgard his family had found a home in. Not when he knew what was coming in a matter of years.

Ignoring every instinct and shred of common sense telling him to leave, he dug out some rags from the pack he kept on his human form. Removing what was left of Tyr’s armor and shirt, he pressed them against the gash the way his parents had taught him before he’d left home.

“What are you doing?” Tyr asked, his voice becoming worryingly slurred.

“Saving your life, you ass,” Fenrir said, as he wrapped the last of the bandages tight around his waist.

Tyr was taller, and had built up a bit of muscle as he’d grown up, but he was still slimmer than Fenrir. Not to mention Fenrir had the power of a giant warg stuffed into the body of a man.

He picked him up easily, scooping his arms under his shoulders and the crook of his knees.

“So,” Tyr managed to get out, his eyes half-closed. “Where we going?”

Fenrir twitched his shoulders under the cloak his dad had stolen from Freyja all those years ago, and two enormous wings unfurled along his back.

“Somewhere safe,” he said.

The peak of the roof cut sharply into the moonlit sky, but Fenrir managed to land with his cargo still somewhat intact.

“I can stand,” Tyr said to him, a bit more coherently than when he had been bleeding out on the forest floor.

Fenrir nodded and helped him to his feet. Tyr was an Aesir god, and they were of hardier stuff than humans.

But they were still mortal, and the steadily growing stain on Tyr’s bandages was making Fenrir queasy.

His knees crunched against the gutter as he knelt at the edge of the roof and bent over, reaching down to test the window, then the next one. Each of them was locked.

“Do you have the strength to hang off the roof and climb through a window?” Fenrir asked.

Tyr nodded as though Fenrir had asked him the most inane question imaginable.

Fenrir pulled at the last window and felt it slide upwards. It was the worst one to enter the house through, but it sounded as though they wouldn’t have any nasty surprises upon entering.

“Slip in there as quiet as possible,” he said to Tyr. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He winced the entire time, but Tyr swung through the window one-handed and landed with only the softest pad of his feet. When Fenrir got inside, he saw him staring wide-eyed across the darkened room.

The massive form of his mother was splayed across one side of the bed. She was snoring, with the bulk of her forearm thrown over her head. On the other side was his father, who was also snoring, but in loud fits and starts instead of a steady pattern like their first wife.

The two were both reaching towards Sigyn, who was somehow sleeping peacefully in the center of the bed, her willowy form angled for equal contact with both of them.

“That,” Tyr began in a whisper. “That’s Angrboda, the wolfmother, the Jarl of Ironwood.”

“My mom, yeah,” Fenrir said.

“And Loki, the Trickster God.”

“My dad.”

“And the Goddess of Loyalty -”

“Their wife, Sigyn, yes, Tyr,” Fenrir said. “I brought you to my parents’ house.”

Tyr glanced over at him.

“You’re telling me the Father of Monsters, wanted for the murder of my brother, has been hiding out here?”

His dad’s scrawny arm shot up and they both jumped. But Loki only let out another loud snort before turning over in bed.

Fenrir wasn’t sure if they needed to be so quiet. Both his parents and Sigyn should have gone deaf after sharing a bed for all these years.

He led Tyr out of the room down the hallway, passing the open door of his siblings’ room.

Jormungandr’s heat lamp was still on, illuminating the sleeping eighteen-year-old stretched out and hanging off the top bunk of the bed. He was snoring at a volume that could rival his father’s.

“Is that -” Tyr started. “Is that the Midgard Serpent? In human form?”

Fenrir rolled his eyes.

“That’s a pain in the ass, in pain-in-the-ass form.”

The room hadn’t changed much since Fenrir left, although Jormungandr had acquired several more swim trophies and posters of his beloved video games and cartoons. The bottom bunk where Fenrir had slept had been replaced with the desk, which had been moved to make room for Narfi and Váli’s shared racecar bed.

“You really should be more scared of those two,” Fenrir said, gesturing to his two sleeping half-brothers. The twins looked deceivingly peaceful tucked in together, but Fenrir knew better.

A horrible sound — like dead tree branches rubbing together, or corpse nails scratching on a coffin — brought both Fenrir and Tyr out of their thoughts.

“Psst.”

Fenrir tracked the source to where his fifteen-year-old sister was standing at the other side of the hall.

“Psst,” Hel repeated. “Fenrir, get over here.”

Tyr stared back at her.

“So,” he said. “This must be the Queen of the Dead.”

“Yes,” Hel said. “And unless you want to join my domain, you both better get over here.”

Hissing more complaints under her breath, Hel dragged the two of them into her room, shutting the door quietly behind them.

Fenrir glanced around the room. It had only grown more horrifying over time, with various dead things laid over the top of Hel’s vanity dresser, and Nidhogg snoozing on her bed in his chihuahua form. He had at least mellowed with age, if only a tiny bit.

He glanced back at his sister. Her half-black, half-white hair was scraggly, and there were dark circles under her eyes.

“You’re up late,” he said.

She shrugged.

“I like the nighttime,” she said. “Besides, school’s out, so there’s no reason to be up early.”

Fenrir had forgotten about summer vacation. It was easy to lose track of time in the woods of Jotunheimr, with only the changing temperatures and leaves to take note of.

“Sleipnir’s back from college. She’s staying in the guest room.” Hel added, as though she wasn’t making conversation with her long-gone brother who’d appeared in the night with an Aesir god. “Anyway, you’re going to want to shut up and keep still in the next thirty seconds.”

He was about to ask why, when he heard the grunting and padding of his father down the hallway. Hel brought a finger to her lips until there was the familiar shut of the bathroom door.

“They always get up to pee at this time,” Hel said, making Fenrir question if she really had only been staying up this late once school was out.

She sat herself on a chair in front of the vanity, her eyes running up and down Fenrir and the bloodied, bandaged man he’d dragged home.

“You’re in trouble,” she said.

“Hel -” Fenrir began.

She held a hand up, and Fenrir swore all the shadows in the room moved with it.

“I know this is Tyr with you, Fenrir,” she said. “And — given he’s a son of Odin and the one responsible for tying you up at fourteen — we both know mom and dad will kill him on sight.”

“Hel, he’s currently bleeding out from where I clawed him open,” Fenrir said, his voice fighting around a lump growing in his throat.

They each jumped as a knock echoed from the door.

“Hela,” Loki’s voice said from the other side. “Is someone in there with you?”

Fenrir shook his head at Hel, biting his knuckle as his sister seemed to weigh her horrible choices in her head.

“Uh, no, daddy,” she finally said, her voice swinging into a high-pitched, sweeter tone.

“No boys in there?” Loki went on, their voice lilting playfully. “Or girls? Or any sort of paramour I should be worried about?”

“I said, no, dad,” Hel said, her voice suddenly stilted and lower.

Loki chuckled from behind the door.

“Don’t know what I’m going to do with you, princess,” they said. “I’ll have to fight them off, soon.”

Hel stared at her lap, her brow furrowed into a deep rut on her forehead.

“You alright?” Fenrir asked, once their father’s footsteps had padded back down the hallway.

Hel chewed on her lip.

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s just — they’ve been making these jokes for like the past year, and I know they don’t mean any harm by them, but it’s just weird because -”

She paused, and several comments his sister had made growing up rose in Fenrir’s mind.

“Because you’re ace,” he said.

He brought his hand to his mouth as soon as he said it.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Hel,” he said. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“No, I mean, you’re right,” she said. “Didn’t know it was that obvious.”

Then she giggled like a nervous teenager, which was the most disconcerting thing Fenrir had ever heard from the half-dead girl.

“Does dad know?” he asked.

Hel shook her head.

“No one knows,” she said. “And dad’s the last person I want to find out.”

She stood up and paced the room, rubbing her chin, before gesturing to Fenrir.

“I’ll patch up your boyfriend and keep him a secret,” she said. “As long as you don’t tell anyone about this.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my sworn enemy,” Fenrir said. “And, fine.”

He hadn’t intended to tell anyone, anyway, but if it kept Hel quiet, he wasn’t going to object.

Hel took Tyr by the hand and sat him in her chair.

“So,” Tyr said, sounding disturbingly more disoriented again. “You know -”

He paused and waved his hand in the air.

“Magic?” Hel asked, as she undid his bandages. “Yes. I’m going to get these organs of yours back in place. It’s not your time yet, Tyr Odinson.”

She turned back to Fenrir.

“Remember the spell Sigyn used to disguise herself?” she asked. “Made her look familiar to herself, but you kind of forgot that? I’ll do the same with him.”

Fenrir nodded, for some reason relieved Tyr’s features wouldn’t be completely erased.

“We’ll call him Thorin Sigurdson,” she went on. “An einheri who grew bored with Valhalla and left, and that’s when you found him. That’ll explain why he’s familiar with Asgard and Odin but not much else. And plenty of soldiers lost arms before dying in battle.”

“That’s brilliant, Hel,” Fenrir said.

She rolled her eyes.

“Well, yeah,” she said.

Her magic worked surprisingly fast, and soon Fenrir had a healed Tyr with slightly different features, like a slightly-wrong copy of the Aesir god.

Which was good, because he could hear footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Alright, I definitely heard someone this time,” Loki was muttering.

Fenrir looked back at Tyr and realized there was one problem.

“Tyr, you don’t have a shirt,” he said.

Tyr glanced down at himself, apparently still struck stupid by blood loss.

“Well, guess not,” he murmured.

Fenrir was already pulling off the overshirt he had grown accustomed to wearing in Jotunheimr.

“Here. At least have something on.”

Tyr shoved the shirt back.

“No, your clothes all smell like wet dog.”

Hel was slouched on her bed, petting Nidhogg and observing the chaos unfolding before her.

“He’s not wrong, Fenrir,” she said.

Fenrir let out a growl he wasn’t proud of and proceeded to shove the shirt over Tyr’s head.

The door burst open.

“Hel, I don’t mind if you have someone over, but you still need my permission to -”

Loki stood in the open doorway, staring at their oldest son gripping the shirt of a strange young man standing opposite from him.

Fenrir sensed Tyr bristling next to him. Which could have been because he was facing public-enemy-number-one of the Aesir and the bringer of Ragnarok, or — much to Fenrir’s stomach-churning chagrin — because his dad was wearing an open robe with nothing underneath but their underwear and an oversized Metallica t-shirt Fenrir was fairly certain had been stolen from his mother.

Loki continued staring at Fenrir and Tyr, taking in the son who’d been gone for months, maybe years. Then a smile cracked wide across their face.

“Bodie, Sigyn, get out here,” they shouted down the hall. “Fenrir’s home! And he’s brought his boyfriend.”

#those horrid horrid things #fenrir #tyr #myth loki #hel

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sleepyowlwrites · 2 years

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still not the supplementary powers post, instead have some Youth Story facts

In no particular order:

Bell has perfectly normal eyes. Daniel knows that. Evie knows that. Jae knows that. But when R or Nyks mention Bell's eyes, they talk about galaxies and streetlights and coming home, about a void with a door and blankets on the bed. They talk about her eyes like they're glittering and magical and special. They're not. But to R and Nyks, for what Bell is for them, her eyes are all those things.

Evie does have remarkably blue eyes. She knows it, R knows it, Cal knows it, everybody knows it. Everybody mentions them because they are so blue and so bright and rather a stark contrast to her generally indifferent attitude. The blueness of her eyes doesn't mean anything to anyone, they'd be just as piercing in any color due to the ways in which she uses them, but the kids talk about the blueness because they're blue. And Evie is not.

R broke Mark's collarbone once, right before he stopped wanting to punch him every time he saw him. R was swinging around on the whole "be enemies for no good reason" thing, but he was too stuffed with resentment for everything to just stop himself. And he broke Mark's collarbone when they fell down some stairs and Mark landed underneath him. So partially the stairs' fault. But then Mark showed up to Daniel's house a few days later and was mostly fine. At this time, everyone figured out that the worse the injury, the faster (relatively) it would heal. R started to believe himself a villain at this point. Mark believed him to be human.

Relatedly, the kids thought R fought with Mark out of selfishness and a need for attention. They were right, but Mark always understood it best. R fought him out of selfishness and pain and a need for attention and because the punishment for that attitude was there in the action. It balanced out. Except it didn't and both R and Mark realize that eventually. (And they both went to therapy ever after. not the end.)

Irina declares that she’s Mark’s new mortal enemy and then proceeds to antagonize R every chance she gets and always sides with Mark against him. She’s very good at creating enemies and bad at keeping them that way. Irina would fight the sun for the spotlight but then drag others into it with her because she wants to be the group starlet but is too terribly lonely without them. Mark is mostly bewildered by her and lets her just be a hurricane around him, while he sits safely in the eye of the storm. R loves a good spitfire, but they already have Savannah and Irina gets on his nerves. Still. Looking at Irina, or Irina looking at R is a little bit like looking in the mirror and they will spit and spat and swipe at each other without claws and at the end of the day they won’t abandon the other.

Daniel thinks that Mark is still living in the shadow of his stupidity when he was first brought into the group and was R’s mortal enemy. In reality, Mark let go of that self when he apologized to and forgave R for their dumb enmity, and any shadow he’s living under now is of his own awkward making. Daniel struggles to see that, struggles to recognize that Mark got to a better place without him, after he really wanted to be the one to rescue Mark. Daniel is a person who likes to help, likes to rescue, and if he can’t, that sucks, but if he really can’t because he doesn’t need to, that really sucks because it means that he has a bit of a complex. Daniel doesn’t want to recognize this about himself. Mark does recognize it and he will gently and then not so gently remind Daniel about it when Daniel gets too overbearing and aggressively compassionate.

Cal compares everyone to R in his head because he’s so used to being R’s best friend, companion, brother, pseudo-son, and everything. R is his measure for people, whether in a good or bad way. It isn’t fair to do this, but it’s the way he knows how. Irina is angrier than R. Daniel is far more patient. Jae is just as stubborn. Nobody can really compete with Nyks for loving cuddles the most, but R is definitely up there. He’s always draping his too long body over people, always getting in the way of them walking, always trying to hold them close or too close. Cal compares everyone to R because he doesn’t want to compare them to himself.

and that’s it for now. youth story taglist, message me to be +/-: @akindofmagictoo @spacetimewraithwrites @ashelynnrowanwrites @wildswrites @mary-is-writing @vylequinne @crystallized-ink @ashen-crest @vivian-is-writing @vellichor-virgo

#sleepy writing #writeblr community #oc protection squad gang #c: bell #c: mark #c: cal #c: evie #c: daniel #c: r #c: jae #c: savannah #c: irina #c: nyks #wip: youth story

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quinintheclouds · 3 years

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YES YES YES YES YES

Spoilers for RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 6

THAT WAS SO MUCH MORE THAN I HAD EVEN LET MYSELF HOPE FOR

It really looks like this is the Volume the writers realized how many answers we’ve needed for years and years, and is answering them now. I wish it’d come sooner, of course, but since they can’t go back and fix the pacing or writing, I’m really impressed and optimistic about how Volume 8 is going!

BUT MORE SPECIFICALLY

I would like to GUSH about how they handled the Oscar and Ozpin scenes. We have needed, nay, BEGGED for this sort of development, and it’s finally here. There’s too much I want to rave about so bullet point time!

[Note: I love the farmboy so this wound up longer than expected -- have a read more for your scrolling convenience -- TL;DR at the end]

We got confirmation that Ozpin has been pleading with Oscar to let him take over so he can burden the pain and torture instead. Oscar is the one refusing, choosing to take it himself because he knows Salem and Hazel will be much harsher on Oz. I thought that was the case, but I’m so glad they addressed it because otherwise we’d be wondering why Oz hasn’t offered. It does make me wonder, is Oz still able to take control without asking? Oscar was able to fight it in vol 6, and he’s come a long way.

Hazel is holding back -- at least, Oscar says he can tell that he is. This would keep in line with the battle at Haven, when Hazel was suspiciously playing defense and stalling by letting Ozpin monologue, then letting Oscar give a little protagonist speech... I mean, it sure doesn’t LOOK like he’s holding back. Look at this kid:

moving on before I cry,

Ozpin suggests he take over and try to escape.

Oscar says no, he has a better idea. “This is our chance.”

Oz: “Hm. Maybe you’ve taken one too many hits.” I like this for two reasons: one, because it gives us a taste of the ol’ lighthearted Ozpin humor we’ve missed since he’s been gone, and two, because it shows that he and Oscar think differently. They have different thought processes, ideas, etc. Oz didn’t immediately know what Oscar was planning.

Oscar explains that Salem can’t take on everyone at once, and thus has been sending people to infiltrate all of remnant first, to attack from within.

I LOVE that they had Oscar come up with this, because it is so in line with his character development in Volume 7. Not to mention how in volume 6 he was the one to figure out how to defeat Cordovin’s mecha. It’s cool to see him as a strategist, because while he’s a sweet kid from the middle of nowhere, he’s proven to be really smart and quick.

Plus, this gives him agency. People wanted Ozpin to return and save Oscar, but this is so, so much better. Oscar’s idea, Oscar’s choice, and Oz gets right on board. They’re agreeing to work together, despite their unresolved conflict. “Ozma learned the importance of living with the souls with which he’d been paired.”

AND THEN, A MOMENT I CANNOT THANK RT ENOUGH FOR:

The captions don’t show it, but Oscar AND Ozpin said this in unison. Now, this and the few seconds that follow were a rollercoaster of emotions. Let’s break it down:

When they said this together, I was positively GIDDY with excitement: they’re leaning into the “like-minded souls” thing and calling attention to the situation! Surely this must be a sign that Oscar and Ozpin will indeed both exist when their souls are one, as they are both equally parts of the combination of lives that is Ozma. Well, maybe not equally (yet?).

Then, my elation was replaced with dread. What if this was actually an indication of them “merging” in the way some of the FNDM interpret it will go, rather than how I think it does? Or what if that’s not what RT is doing, but what if the FNDM takes it as a sign Ozpin is taking over?? I can’t last the whole break without knowing!

AND THEN!!! Ugh, this made me so relieved. Ozpin says, in a slightly amused tone of voice with a trace of a laugh, “We certainly are similar, you and I.” YESSSSS more references to them being like-minded souls!! But still having differences!!

“Maybe we have been presented with an opportunity.” I’m really glad they went the route where Oscar is changing Ozpin’s mind on things. Oz no longer thinks he knows best, and is allowing Oscar to come into his own. Now he’s seeing how far Oscar’s come and the person he is.

Related note: The commentary for the vol 7 finale said that it was Oscar’s speeches to Ironwood about fear and trust that made Oz realize he’s been keeping secrets and hiding out of fear, and inspired him to come back. This is so promising for Oscar’s character going forward.

[Side note: Would love more info on what Oscar meant in volume 7 when he said “these memories... you’re back, aren’t you?” because? Is he just referring to the scenes with things like how he talked about Atlas’ history as if he were there, or does he have access to Oz’s memories now? 2 chapters ago we saw that he doesn’t yet know the location of the Beacon Relic. So unless he was lying really well, he doesn’t have ALL the memories yet. So which ones does he have? RT EXPLAIN]

Next,

I would like to call attention to the fact that Oscar smiled here. After Ozpin said they were similar, I was worried Oscar would react the way he has in the past: sad and conflicted about his identity, worried he’s becoming less of himself. But no. Like we saw in Volume 7, THIS is who Oscar Pine is. His development was his own, and we get to see that when Ozpin returned because Oscar had made him rethink his choices. Oscar Pine is more himself now than he’s been at any other point in the series.

It’s really brilliant how the writers have used these last 2 volumes to show that Penny, the robot, is one of the most human characters on the show; and Oscar, the boy cursed to death and rebirth with a soul that was not his own, is one of the most individualistic ones. It’s just really cool how they’re playing with our expectations of the characters. (They’re doing great with Salem, too!)

[Side note: Penny’s soul/aura was given to her by Pietro, and they still have distinct personalities and identities. It’s possible that’s a parallel to Oscar’s situation, but I do feel the merge’s completion will result in one remaining soul/identity - just not a “taking over” situation]

Okay, that’s the last of that rollercoaster I mentioned.

Time to get on a new one!

At long last, this episode finally gave us something we haven’t had since chapter 4 of volume SIX*:

*(I am not counting the one second of "Oscar." *glowy eyes* *Oscar blinks and is back in control* in the vol 7 finale)

OZPIN IS BACK!!!!

First, HELL YES I WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN!!!

Second, wow, they can change really quickly now. At first it took effort and was super visible, then just shook Oscar up a bit with the glowy eyes, and now it seems almost effortless, seamless. The eyes glow and the transition is smooth. I like it.

We didn’t get to hear Oscar’s thoughts after Oz said “Oscar, please,” begging him again to let him take control. So we don’t know whether Oscar allowed it out of pain, exhaustion, their plan, or a decision to trust Oz and work together here. Alternatively, Ozpin may have simply taken over of his own accord. I wish the writers would give us more insight to Oscar’s thoughts, because those scenes already have him talking inside/to his own head, so leaving some of his thoughts out can seem intentional and open-ended, which could mean more dragging out answers, but I think this was fine. Not the worst case of this by far lol

WHEN! HE! SPOKE!

I was hoping for this with all my heart. Over the course of volume 7 in particular, we saw Oscar’s voice, mannerisms, and speech patters start to resemble Ozpin’s. However, he still sounds and feels like Oscar. Going back to Volume 5, heck, even Volume 6 (which is when we last saw Ozpin in control), the voice of Ozpin speaking through Oscar is similar, but distinctly different from how Oscar’s speaking now. So I’ve been theorizing and hoping, and it CAME TRUE! Ozpin sounds more like Oscar now, while still managing to clearly be Ozpin.

Right from the first “Hello,” it was noticeable. It sounded almost like Oscar. I know it’s the same voice actor when one of them is in control (same body, same vocal cords), but that just makes it even more impressive. This is the first time we’ve heard Ozpin’s voice speaking through Oscar since QRWBY yelled at him in the snow in vol 6. And I was NOT disappointed.

“Why do you follow her?” I’ll keep saying it, but he sounds so much like Oscar confronting Ironwood.

“I know how you see me. But her? Look at what she does, how is she the answer, why not stop her??” This gives me serious deja vu to Oscar’s speech towards Hazel in the Battle of Haven (and his speech towards Ironwood in v7′s finale). That speech had given Hazel pause then, and this one does as well, now. Ozpin sounds angrier, though, more aware of just how far gone these people are, but knowing they can change.

Hazel calls Ozpin out for the same thing the FNDM has been, and honestly, it’s been a long time coming. Hazel’s motivations are extremely misguided, Oscar was right to stand up for Oz/Gretchen at Haven, and the show really needed to reinforce the Ozpin-isn’t-bad-actually thing. Now it’s all out in the open. But it’s Ozpin’s response to this that elevated this scene even more:

That’s it. Ozma has spent countless lives fighting a war that may be impossible to win. But if no one tries, no one will survive. The gods will destroy all of Remnant. Still, every single lifetime, he chooses to try. Like Oscar said in volume 5 (about Hazel’s sister but writing-wise also kinda about Pyrrha), “She made a choice! A choice to put others before herself. So do I.” Like-minded souls.

AND THIS!!! Good gods I’m glad he said this. The show went way too long before anyone even questioned the “You can’t” answer from Jinn. Nora mentioned it in passing earlier, which I liked a lot (though this really should’ve been discussed in volume 6, but better late than never). But here? We see that Oz never gave up, never planned on losing, not sending people to a battle he “knows they can’t win.” While Salem is immortal, she is not infallible. Not even the gods were. Salem can be fought. Even Hazel has a moment of hesitation, perhaps even realization, before Salem enters.

Salem manipulates Cinder, offering her the maiden powers she wants so badly, and Ozpin interjects. “You’ll only be helping her bring about the end, for all of you!”

I just wanted to show these shots because again, just as we’ve seen Oscar’s mannerisms become increasingly similar to Ozpin’s, now that he’s back, we get to see the other way around. Look at the surprise and fear on his face. Look at how he widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows instead of narrowing/furrowing them now. Listen to the sounds he makes when tortured or thrown about. Listen to the desperation and earnest passion held in his pleas. He’s no longer hiding -- he’s being honest with the people who scare him most, and truly trying to help them see the light.

[Side note: Cinder is not showing remorse in this scene, but I wonder how she’d react to Oscar, not Ozpin, being tortured. In the same episode, we have Cinder being tortured with a shock collar, AND we have Oscar decide to try to appeal to the humanity left in these villains. Last time we saw Oscar, Salem was torturing him with intense, almost electric magic. She might not care, but I wonder...]

ANYWAY I’m done for now. Have a TL;DR that wound up being long too

TL;DR:

Basically, I’m super happy with the writers for the detail put into these scenes:

they confirmed Oz has been begging to take over and bear the torture instead

had Oscar come up with an idea himself instead of getting rescued or immediately escaping

had Oscar view his dire situation as an opportunity, reminding us of his optimism and capabilities as a strategist

had Ozpin not know what Oscar’s plan was before he explained it (this might change as the souls become one, but it at least shows they think differently)

Oscar’s plan to appeal to the villains’ humanity and infiltrate Salem’s forces from within lining up with his volume 7 character development

had Oz trust Oscar and put his faith in him, which is progress for Oz

Oz and Oscar speaking in unison and agreeing to work together

Ozpin’s comment about them being similar, not the same

had Ozpin take control to speak to Hazel

Ozpin’s speech to Hazel and Cinder as parallels to Oscar’s speeches to Hazel and Ironwood, which CRWBY said were the reason Oz realized his secrecy is out of fear of trust, and Oscar’s points are what inspired him to come back.

Ozpin sounding and acting more like Oscar just like we’ve seen happen the other way around (though with Oscar, he’s holding true to his own ideas/morals, with Oz meeting him there)

established hope for some of our villains to defect, setting it in motion.

#oscar pine #professor ozpin #rwby ozma #the merge #rwby ozcar #hate calling them that lol but it's a useful tag #rwby8 #rwby #quinpost

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hange-zone · 3 years

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post that table scene because it lives in my head rent free...

tw: blood, tw: injury

Jean’s face went red and he was cursing when he saw Armin. He was sat at the edge of the bed at the medical bay, legs hanging limply off its sides. Even underneath the spreading purple bruises, his knuckles were white as they gripped the hard mattress. For once he was glad for his shaggy fringe because it meant that he didn’t have to meet Jean’s piercing eyes. Jean also didn't need to see the dried blood around his nose and mouth.

“Armin…” the other boy sounded almost chiding. “What - why-”

Armin swallowed thickly through the dull ache in his ribs. “I started it,” he mumbled. “I threw the first punch.”

Jean let himself process the words. It was the furthest thing he’d ever expected from the blond boy - on the receiving end, definitely. Retaliating, maybe, but that was still a distant possibility. Even more unthinkable was the thought of him instigating. Still he didn’t say anything.

“Right across the face,” Armin said, as if to clarify. He seemed to want to desperately explain himself, and in doing so to atone somehow. Jean remained silent, letting him.

“I deserved it -” he said slowly, letting the words fill the cold room. “He said I was useless, he hated Mikasa - and it was out of line, yes, but I moved first - ”

“No -" Already the taller boy was fumbling at the cupboard, wrenching the doors open, pulling out trays of gauze and iodine and where were those sterilised bandages?

“You don’t have to,” Armin said, still looking down. “Don’t waste it. I’ll heal. We both will.” He was right: already the grey of his cheeks was looking a bit brighter, but there was still the problem of his loose teeth. And of course there was something unsettling about the shallow way in which he breathed and the odd posture with which he held himself.

Jean ignored him. Armin let him peel back the layers of his forest-green coat and his soft white shirt which was sticky with sweat. The other boy sucked in a long breath at the bruised cavity of his chest and the angry colours which had begun to coalesce along his sides. He rummaged in another cupboard for ice packs and pressed them to Armin’s side while he sat there taking in small, weary breaths. His skin prickled at the cold, goosebumps rising along the pale flesh. He made a noise in the back of his throat.

At the sound Jean glanced at him. Armin could see he was worrying his dry lips. Then he blinked hard and reached for Armin's hand in a sudden motion, guiding it in a slow arc to his bruised side, where he was holding the ice in place. For a brief second Jean's larger hand had held Armin's smaller one, covering it in his. His fingertips were cold as they lingered on the back of his palms.

"Keep it there,” he said, looking meaningfully at him, and Armin dutifully complied, pressing the pack against his ribs. Jean took his hand away.

He watched as Jean busied about, turning to pull out cotton pads, dabbing antiseptic on them, watched as he moved to press them to Armin’s broken skin, where he hissed at the sting of alcohol.

Jean seemed to get angrier as he worked. Finally, when he was finished with Armin's chest he knocked out two round tablets onto the palm of his hand. But Armin brushed him off with a small shake of his head, and Jean set down the bottle of painkillers with a clang.

“Why’d you let him fuck you up like that?” he blurted out, and immediately regretted it. Armin’s head snapped upward in a swift, almost violent motion, even as his face had contorted in pain right after. But Jean knew he had crossed an invisible boundary; Armin and Eren’s relationship was sacrosanct, whispered but never spoken about, and it was wrong to doubt their connection, wrong to question humanity’s hope and make the brilliant boy who was their best tactician, who wielded the colossal titan, see sense.

“He can’t help it,” Armin said quietly, even as he grimaced through cracked teeth. “When he was ten his father thrust the weight of the world on him. How do you outgrow that?”

Jean didn't answer. Instead he busied himself by moving onto Armin’s forehead, where he’d cut himself on the broken glass. He focused on wiping the wound with a spool of cotton, running the white cloud along the gash and noting the raw, pink flesh which lay beneath the split skin. Already the gauze was turning red with crusted blood from the side of the other boy’s face. He sighed, but said nothing.

“And,” Armin said softly, and there was something in his voice that made Jean properly look at him. His amber eyes were wavering as they met Armin’s wide blue ones. “He’s on our side, right? He’s our friend, Jean.”

“That’s,” Jean sighed. “That’s not who he is, not anymore. Not after today.”

Armin looked up at him, glassy-eyed, and then away. He sat there silently as Jean finished up bandaging his head - much like he had done before in what felt like a lifetime ago - and didn’t move until the other boy had packed up and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He didn’t realise he’d been crying until he felt hot, angry tears spilling onto his stained coat and shaking hands.

#Jean Kirschstein #armin arlet #snk #aot #jearmin #I just think their dynamic is super interesting especially when we get eren involved!!!#yeah I prob misinterpreted the scene but....#tw: blood #tw: injury #ahh i’m pretty sure this has been done before but i vaguely remember reading somewhere where one character fixes the other and fusses #over their injuries and it’s like this weird tender moment? maybe it’s not even this fandom but still #eremin

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justfrozenthings · 3 years

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I Have Loved You Since Forever

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T (just to be safe)

Word: 2,641

Notes: This was just an idea that popped into my head so I figured I would write it because why not. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I have made because I know for a fact that there are some.

Summary: Church bells tolled for a wedding Kristoff has been dreading ever since he received the invitation in the mail.

He sat on a bench in the park absentmindedly running his fingers through Sven’s soft silky fur; the exact bench where he and a particular redhead would meet up to vent about all their troubles and get them off their chests. He remembered the many nights she had called, asking him to meet her at their place so that he could hold her as she cried. Sure, it usually meant getting out of bed at some ungodly hour, but damn he would do it for all eternity if it meant he could bring a smile to her beautiful freckled face. This time, however, instead of his ears being met with the heavenly sounds of her laugh; they were met with the sound of bells from the church nearby, sounding like death tolls with every breath that racked his body.

There was a wedding being held today; one that he had been dreading ever since he received the white envelope decorated with intricate golden scrolls.

Today was the wedding of Anna Arendelle, his best friend and love of his life. Yeah, you heard it right, he, Kristoff Bjorgman, was deeply and utterly in love with his childhood best friend. The friend he had told that he was unable to make it to her wedding during one of their daily park bench meetings. He could still hear the pain of her voice in his head.

“And why not?” Anna said sternly, trying to hold back the swell of tears in her eyes. He hated that he was the cause of them. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Anna you know I do but-”

“Then come. Please Kristoff,” she croaked. “It wouldn’t be the same without you there.”

He stared down at his feet before he gave a deep sigh and stared back into her beautiful blue orbs again. She was wearing the pink beanie that he had gotten her one year for Christmas, and the matching scarf that came with it. Her button nose tinged with a light hue of red from the chilly autumn breeze that spread to her cheeks, her freckles looking like little stars twinkling in the night sky. “I’m sorry Anna, but I can’t.” And before she could say anything else he got up from his spot on the bench and left.

He couldn’t bear to hear her sobs as he walked away and he wanted so much to turn back around and tell her he was sorry and that he loved her and that he would do anything to never make her cry like that again. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t want her to see the tears that had formed in his own eyes.

Kristoff hadn’t noticed, but those same tears that had formed in his eyes the night before came back to visit him. He blindly wiped them away with the sleeve of his old high school hoodie; the purple letters were faded out and hard to read. He had told her he couldn’t make it to save his own heart, but he ended up breaking hers in the process.

Unable to last another minute on the bench any longer, he got up and whistled for Sven; who, at some point during his flashback, had trotted over to chase the frogs in the creek. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and walked with a slight hunch in his back from all the grief he was holding in as leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows danced and swirled around him. He needed to find solace, and there was only one other place he could do that.

Bulda’s was the local cafe owned and run by Kristoff’s adoptive mother Bulda and was another place he and Anna often found themselves visiting. At the beginning of their friendship, Kristoff was too afraid to tell Anna that he had been adopted because he was worried that she would judge him. Anna was his only friend at the time, besides Sven, still is in fact, and he didn’t want to lose that friendship with her. She eventually found out through some people at school, though this wasn’t until they were seniors in high school, and when she had asked him about it he figured that there was no reason hiding it. As he readied himself to lose the only human friend he had ever had, Anna placed her hands on his and told him that there was nothing wrong with that. It was at that moment when he realized that he had fallen hard for the feisty redhead sitting next to him.

Kristoff had smiled back at the memory; if only he had told her his feelings then maybe he wouldn’t be here wallowing in his own self-pity.

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, he told himself mentally. But before he could leave, Bulda attacked him with a big bear hug.

“Hi Krissy!,” Bulda exclaimed as she planted dozens of little kisses on his face.

He returned the hug causing him to smile only a little bit. It seemed no matter how dire or sorrowful the situation was, his mother always put a smile on his face. “Hey Ma’.”

Beulda unwound herself from her son’s embrace, “The usual I’m guessing?”

“You got it.” He tried putting on the happiest tone he could muster, but it was no use. He knew she could see right through.

“Okay,” Bulda said, eyeing him cautiously. “I’ll be back in a jiff.”

Not even five minutes later, Bulda had returned with a large slice of her famous Chocolate Eruption cake and a cup of hot cocoa with whip cream, chocolate drizzle, and chocolate shavings. It didn’t take long for Kristoff to notice that Bulda had only brought one fork. Usually, there were two, one for him and one for Anna. He had never been too much of a chocolate fanatic. He liked it just fine, but he’d choose something like vanilla over it any day. At least that had been true, he had realized before he met Anna. No matter what, he was always amazed by the amount of chocolate that such a small person could consume. It was impressive really, he wasn’t going to lie.

“So,” Bulda sighed as he plopped down in the booth next to him. “What brings ya’ here?”

“Well, I was in the park and decided to grab a bite to eat.”

“No,” Bulda shook her head. “What I mean is what are you here instead of at that church trying to stop that wedding?”

Kristoff let out a frustrated sigh and buried his face in the palms of his hands before bringing one of them up to run through his golden locks. “Ma’ I can’t just go crash someone’s wedding just because I have feelings for them.”

“Sure ya’ can. When it’s someone who loves ya’ back that is.” Noticing that her son was still not picking up on what she was saying Bulda continued. “Listen baby, I may be old and crazy but I know true love when I see it. And let me tell ya’ whatever Anna and that Hans guy have ain’t it.”

Annoyed, Kristoff shoved a forkful of cake into his mouth. “What exactly is it that you're trying to say Ma’?”

“I’m saying that Anna loves you and that you have a chance to win her over before it’s too late.” She rested her hand on his shoulder, “I know you love her Kristoff. And Anna loves you. Deny it as much as you like, but it’s the honest truth.”

“What makes you so sure?” he asked, still not buying what his mother was saying.

“Because I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’ve seen the way she looks at him. It’s not the same. She loves you Kristoff. She just needs help seeing it.” He stared at the cake, deep in thought as he ran his mother’s words through his head over and over. “And plus I’m never wrong,” Bulda winked before giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving to go wait on another table.

He sat there contemplating what his mother told him as he watched cars pass by through the window. He knew it was crazy, but he had to try. If things went wrong? Well, then at least he gave it his best. At least she would know that he loved her.

Quickly glancing at his watch, he sprinted out of the diner ignoring the honking horns and shouts of angry drivers as he made his way to the church. There wasn’t much time left.

Running up the steps of the church two at a time he burst through the two grand wooden doors. He couldn’t hear any music, which was a good thing he thought until he heard the priest prepare the couple for their “I do’s.”

“I object!” Kristoff practically burst through the doors of the nave sprinting past the pews and up to where the young couple stood.

“Kristoff? What are you doing here?” Anna’s brows were furrowed and a look of bewilderment spread across her freckle-painted face.

Kristoff’s chest heaved up and down, his voice labored with heavy breaths that shook his entire body. “I’m sorry Anna. But I can’t let you marry him.” His honey-brown eyes bore into her glittery blue ones, a small twinkling of hope reflecting in them. “Not before I told you.”

“Told me what? Kristoff, what's gotten into you?”

“Anna, there's something I need to tell you. I was too much of a coward to do it before and because of that, I missed my chance. So before you marry Hans I just need to let you know that I love you Anna Arendelle.” Gasps spread throughout the crowd and everyone sat there, mouth agape, including Anna. “If the feelings aren’t mutual then that’s fine. We’ll still be friends and nothing will change. I just had to finally get it off my chest.”

Anna blinked, her shocked expression never left her face. “Kristoff I-”

However, before she could say anything Hans had stepped in between them, he looked at Kristoff like he was some kind of fool. “Gee thanks for stopping by buddy, but unfortunately for you, it was a waste of a trip. Now if you’d please kindly leave so I can marry my fiancée that would be greatly appreciated.” Hans gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“No.”

Hans, who was currently heading back to his place next to Anna, turned on his heel. “What did you say?” Hans’s eyes shooting daggers into his.

“I said no. I’m not leaving unless Anna says so.”

This only seemed to make Hans angrier causing him to fist his hands. However, before he could lay a punch on Kristoff a streak of white ran past him. He was confused at what was going on at first, that was until he turned back to look at Kristoff, the scene before him sending him into total shock.

Anna had run over to Kristoff and had meddled her lips with his. “I love you too Kristoff. Always have.”

Hans shook with anger. In a flash, he grabbed a gun from the inside pocket of his tux and aimed it at Kristoff. Then, as if by some kind of miracle Sven came running in biting Hans on his rear end before he could pull the trigger. He cried out in pain, dropping the gun as he did so.

Everyone was evacuated from the building as soon as the fiasco was over. Fortunately, one of Anna’s friends she had invited worked for the local police station who had called in asking them to send a deputy over with a car so they could bring Hans in for questioning.

Wedding guests stood outside of the church conversing with one another as if nothing had ever happened, waiting to hear from Anna to see what was going to happen now that the wedding was obviously not going to continue.

“So,” Anna said from where her head sat on Kristoff’s shoulder. “Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?” She looked up to gaze at him, his eyes so welcoming and warm.

He placed a kiss upon the crown of her head. “Every word.”

“For how long?”

She smiled up at him and he had fallen in love with her all over again.“Since forever.”

“Me too.” They held each other tighter, relishing in their moment of bliss. “I just can’t believe I was about to marry a complete psycho. I’m just lucky my true prince charming came and saved the day.” Kristoff only responded by stroking her hair, hoping that this would bring her some ease. “Everyone’s still here. What should I tell them? I’d hate to send them back home, I feel like I should give them something.”

Kristoff tried to think of ideas. “Hmm…we could all go to mom’s cafe.” He nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck and a tiny giggle escaped her dainty pink lips.

“I’d love that.”

———

2 Years Later

Church bells rang throughout the town, but this time they made Kristoff’s stomach swell with happiness instead of sorrow.

As he stared at himself in the oak framed cheval mirror straightening his bow tie, he smiled at himself. He’d never been a tuxedo kind of guy, quite frankly he’d never been all that into dressing up in general. For today though, he would put up with it.

While he was excited, he wouldn’t ignore the fact that a tinge of fear had somehow peeked its way through. There was no denying the butterflies in his stomach.

A knock came from the door and Elsa, Anna’s older sister, peeked her head through once she got the “okay” that it was safe to enter. She asked him if he was ready before mussing up his hair a bit from its slicked-back style and adding any last-minute touches to his tux. “She always did say she preferred your hair when it was wild and free.” With that, she gave him a hug and left to go make sure everything was running smoothly.

Glancing at himself in the mirror one more time and letting a nervous breath, he left to go take his place at the altar. Kristoff walked down the aisle, which had been decorated with sunflowers, lace, and cream-colored ribbons, each step feeling heavier with anxiousness and exhilaration. The sun hitting the stained glass windows cast colorful hues on the cherry wood pews filled with family and friends. And as the music began Kristoff felt his heart flutter.

There was a parade of bridesmaids and flower girls. Even Sven got to join in having the very important job of being the ring bearer, carrying both rings tied to a white ribbon around his collar.

Suddenly people stood from their seats and the long exciting wait was finally over. Anna turned the corner, arm in arm with Elsa, her bluebell eyes swelling with tears of happiness. Her wedding gown was simple, nothing too extravagant. Its sleeves were made of lace with intricate flower patterns showing off her creamy freckled arms. The dress reached the end of her knees and buttermilk yellow satin ribbon had been tied around her waist. Sunflowers and baby’s breath had been woven into her ginger locks, the sun’s glow giving it a halo effect. She looked like a redheaded goddess.

She took his hands in hers, promising a vow of everlasting love. They slid their rings on one another’s fingers, thankful for there not being any kind of interruption. It was then, Kristoff realized, that confessing his love to Anna, two years prior, had been the best decision he would ever make in his life. Well, creating a child together from their love, who would be due in nine months time.

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perennial;tom holland|three.

chapter three: peony

↳ flower meaning:pink: romance yellow: jealousy.

chapter summary:

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: angsty a bit, but confort and friendship! mentions of alcohol and mention of sex

word count: 8.6k

SOCIAL MEDIA BEFORE THE CHAPTER:

masterlist & profiles two: (y/n): in which y/n now has to be on social media. two:(tom): in which Tom likes certain posts but dislikes some others.

previous chapter next chapter perennial masterlist.

perfidy ( series masterlist)

wanna be tagged?

Mistakes are made, often. That’s what makes us human. Sometimes a little bit too human. Our head and hearts lead us to places where we shouldn’t go. To where our hearts will most likely hurt.

There are people who think it’s easy, decisions and whereabouts but when you’re dealing with the heart, your own heart, it’s not nearly as simple. When your feelings and sanity are at stake is just simply incredibly complicated. Especially when it’s mixed with desire, loneliness, heartbreak and cheap tequila.

A combination of those often leads to disaster. But… it didn’t feel like one. Somehow the decision y/n and Tim had made under the influence not only of alcohol but of a lame attempt to flirt had led them to a place where their secrets had been hidden. To a place that was so sweet and so them. It was odd. How it didn’t feel like a mistake.

How incredibly different it was for y/n, and Tim.

As if they had owed it to each other. Tim knew a lot about y/n. Y/n knew a lot about Tim. But they barely knew anything about them, together. Because there was a spark, there was no denying it. How simple things were when they were together. It flowed. Like a song, one of those songs y/n liked to listen to. Maybe that’s why they were both always pulled back to each other. Because of how easy it flowed. How it never felt like they were doing something wrong, or how it always felt like both of them were only completing each other. They didn’t have to fake anything.

No, it probably wasn’t a disaster. Not yet, at least. But Timmy knew it was a mistake, at least he was getting his own heart at risk because y/n still loved Tom, and she hadn’t been secretive about it. But he’d been broken-hearted too. For a while, now. To live with whom possibly might be the love of your life after breaking up and knowing they love someone else is like a bad joke, not even funny enough to make someone laugh out of pity.

Yet, he woke up to her head against his chest, her hand delicately posing over his skin, legs intertwined. Just like they’ve woken up before. Like old times. And Timmy felt tranquility over his entire body.

The hardest part about breakups is that you never plan them. And you end up with that feeling, one last kiss, one last laugh until midnight, one last breakfast together. One last. But that desire should not be. Was this the last time?

Tim stared at the woman laying on top of him, breathing in slowly. She was so… peaceful, and he hadn’t seen her in such peace for a while. So nice.

Her room was so her, even if she’d changed a lot in the past few months. Tim always wondered how she managed to make her surrounding so… hers. With flowers hanging on her wall, some old posters and new polaroids. Always polaroids. But they were different, of places, of things. No more people on them. She had claimed she hadn’t brought anything from Tom, but Tim knew she was lying. He could see a lot of Tom in her. Even when she didn’t admit it.

He thought it was about Tom, honestly. How she had stopped drinking red wine, and liked rose instead now. How she avoided drinking tea in the morning, or how she had once grimaced when Tim had offered some street hot dogs. How she had once cried when Emma had mentioned something related to New York, and how she kept bringing yellow flowers home.

The way that she had stopped wearing red lipstick, that’s what Timmy had noticed first.

And how different she was from Emma. Emma was still in denial, Tim knew this. Emma still cried at night. But he couldn’t point it out. He knew Emma was still aching so much. And she was the kind to throw it all out and pretend it doesn’t exist. Quite different from y/n who had to live in her melancholy.

Y/N would be that sad smile.

But he knew Emma was the one kind to actually pretend everything was fine. She got angrier. And she’d yell more. And sing.

Way too different the two of them were. Y/N would drown in sad songs and Emma would drown in red wine and listen to upbeat songs. A very different approach.

Y/N would let herself cry and Emma would make herself laugh. Maybe that’s why they worked as friends.

Poor Tim had to deal with his own broken heart alone. Though, this helped him. Tim was the one to order his thoughts quietly, and with hobbies. Photography. Writing. Modelling. Painting. Reading. Even now he wanted to learn new things.

We all deal with heartbreaks in our own way.

But it’s difficult when you also have to help the reason of your own heartbreak to get out of one.

He wondered if she was still in love with Tom or only the memories of him. Sometimes we get confused with that. We often forget we have to be in love with the person, not the story.

But Tim knew he was in love with her, and her story. That’s the problem.

How even with her messed up makeup and her tangled hair he managed to be in love with her. How with the light coming from the sun was bathing her perfectly. A perfect morning, one which he hadn’t had in a while.

Of course, the fantasy had to end.

“Y/N, wake up, you idiot, we have to-what the fuck?” Emma yelled as she dropped her cup of coffee, waking y/n up immediately. “My eyes, no, what the fuck?!”

It was until then in which Tim maybe realized it had been a very big mistake. Y/N covered herself with her sheets as Tim only froze. None of them couldn’t say anything, what were they supposed to say? ‘It’s not that you think’. Because it was. ‘Whoopsies?’

“Woah—No, okay, what the, what the fuck—I’ll wait for you—what the fuck, outside—I—Fucking get dressed at least—“Emma closed the door, leaving the broken cup and coffee staining y/n’s floor. “What the fuck?” She kept cursing outside.

Y/N only blinked and then looked at him. He stared back and then…

They couldn’t help but laugh.

“Fuck,” y/n laughed. “She’s gonna kill us.”

“You think?” He chuckled.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, turning bright red. “I…I don’t even know.”

“In all fairness, she was the one who told us to have some random hookup,” Timmy said. “She never said it couldn’t be between us.”

“You’re an idiot,” she nudged him and laughed again

Tim smiled to himself and let out a snicker, he hadn’t heard her say those words in a while. “Yeah, you too.”

He hadn’t heard her laugh like that in a while. Made him happy.

“Um,” she gulped. “Do we have to… talk about it?”

“No,” Tim said quickly, she blinked. “Not right now,” he continued seeing the confusion in her face. “You have to get ready, you'll be meeting with the director, too! You have to go with her!”

“What the fuck,” they heard Emma yell again.

Tim laughed. “I’ll… take care of her, you go get ready and we’ll…” He gulped. “We will.. Yeah.”

“Yeah,” she was embarrassed as she reached for a shirt, only his was there. “I-uh.”

He blinked as he dressed up as y/n awkwardly waited for him to leave.

“Wait, um, Tim?” She looked up as he was by the door.

“Yeah?” He turned to her.

“Uh… thanks?” She said.

He laughed. “Thanks?”

“I don’t know what you’re supposed to say okay?” She chuckled.

“And thank you was your go-to?” Timmy chuckled. “You really went oh yeah, thanks for… satisfying my needs.”

She blushed. “I didn’t mean--Idiot.”

“No, I know,” he laughed. “Thank you, too.”

He left and then immediately had to face Emma, who ran over to him. “What the fuck?” she yelled… whispering if that was even possible.

“Go get ready you’re going with y/n to meet the director,” he rushed.

“What the fuck?” Emma asked again. “What the fuck?” She followed him.

“Emma, dear, go get ready, also need anything for your hangover? Since you dropped your coffee.”

“Tim, what the hell, what will happen now?”

“I… I don’t know, okay?” Tim said. “I’ll figure it out, alright?”

Emma frowned. “No, Tim, this isn’t… What does it mean?”

“Look, Emma, I don’t know, okay? It’s between me and y/n and-”

“No, but, it’s a big deal!”

“Yes but right now you should worry about the other things and y/n already has a lot in her mind with the movie and with Tom-”

“I fucking know that, but I don’t--Why would? You guys are so both fucking stupid.”

Emma couldn’t finish her sentence because Tim had already closed the door to his room. “Timothée! Don't fucking close.--”

“Go get ready, Em!”

“Timothée!” She yelled. “You’re not-”

“I’m busy!”

Emma didn’t even try anymore. She knew how Timmy acted, and she knew that there was no use in knocking on the door because Timmy was avoiding it. And he would avoid it because Timmy was an idiot.

Y/N was another idiot, and she’d deal with her. But she knew that Tim was definitely not going to be reasonable on this. Because Emma knew Timmy, and he was so stubborn. Especially when it came to y/n. Emma understood, however.

Because y/n was probably to Tim what Harry was to Emma. That inexplicable person who understands you and who completes you and compliments you. The person whom it doesn’t feel like it's a burden, who makes everything better, brighter and prettier. Easier. But that’s not really loving, is it? Love is complicated and stupid and it hurts and Emma didn’t even want to think about it. Because love is a game where we either win, but if it goes wrong we lose, and we lose a lot.

But just like Harry, Emma knew, y/n was probably blinded by someone else. And though initially, she thought y/n was the bad guy in the story, she soon realized it really wasn’t. And not Harry, or maybe, yes Harry had made some wrong choices. But we all do when it comes to deciding about love. That’s love, Emma guessed, making right decisions when it’s the wrong question, and making wrong decisions when it’s the right one. And though she was angry, she missed Harry, too much for her own convenience. It would only take her, she knew, one bright smile.

Emma was someone who understood y/n, because she knew y/n probably would also fall down to her knees if Tom even dared to show up. Because maybe they were both too angry but they were both too in love with them. Stubborn things the hearts are, restless and wandering, stupid love.

Emma knew it, she really had misjudged y/n. Maybe blinded by jealousy and too insecure of herself. Just like she had seen her, only days before, doubting every single thing. And who can really judge someone who is in love? And who can really judge someone who was hurt?

Besides, Tom and Harry were to blame. Not them.

Well, maybe y/n in her own situation. But really, what is there to even understand about Tom and y/n.

So, no, even if Tim was Emma’s everything, Y/N wasn’t to blame in the situation. Timmy wasn’t either.

Emma saw y/n rush through the apartment, from the bathroom to her room, from the room to her kitchen. Wearing a very perfect yellow dress, as she rushed again and again, leaving a stain of her perfume everywhere she was going. Emma decided to get ready too. Ignore the elephant in the room just for a bit.

Y/N didn’t even bother to clean the broken coffee cup in her room as she was pouring some coffee for her.

And then Timmy had walked into the kitchen. And Emma only wanted to see the tension. They were blushing as they bumped into each other, both struggling to get through the other side as they kept bumping, both moving to the same side not letting each other leave.

“Oh, uh, hi,” y/n said.

“Hi,” Timmy grinned.

Emma rolled her eyes. She wanted to puke. So dumb.

“Um, I have to--yeah,” y/n gulped as she tried to walk past him but bumped again. They chuckled.

Emma grimaced. Though this was adorable, she knew they were both going to fuck it up again. They already had, whatsoever.

Tim chuckled as he turned her around so they’d go to their directions. “Yeah, uh, yeah, I... you look… stunning, you’ll do amazing,” he said. Y/N smiled, still blushing.

“Y/N, we have to go,” Emma pushed, knowing this would go extremely wrong.

Y/N shook her head to get out of the trance. “Right, yeah, yeah, thanks.”

And y/n kissed Tim’s cheek, before rushing out with Emma, leaving him dumbfounded.

Emma and her would take the car, and Emma knew it would be the perfect time to question y/n.

Y/N was nervous. Emma could see. With her fingers constantly drumming against the wheel, and her cracking her fingers. LA’s traffic, Emma found it completely soothing. She’d usually have time to think to herself, and in this case, it gave her time to try and figure out where y/n wanted to go with her best friend.

“I have a terrible headache,” Emma pointed out. That was another issue, she’d drank too much the night before. They had stopped at some random Starbucks drive-thru to get breakfast.

“Yeah, being hungover is the worst,” y/n said as she sipped from her coffee.

“And bet waking up from a good shag isn’t,” Emma smirked.

y/n hit the brakes. “Emma!”

“Keep driving! What the fuck!” Emma yelled as they honked at them.

“Shit,” Y/N cursed and continued driving as some cars drove past them.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Emma laughed as they continued.

“No.”

“No?” Emma rolled her eyes. “Y/N you slept with Tim!”

“Yeah, I know, I know!”

“Of course you know, you were there, idiot,” Emma rolled her eyes. “And? How the fuck”

Y/N bit her lip as she started turning red, and stressed. “I dunno we were flirting all night and it sort of happened it was an-”

“An accident?” Emma interrupted. “No don’t fucking tell me it was an accident you just don’t open your legs and let a dick slip in.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. “Emma!” She grinned. “No, I wasn’t going to say that.”

Emma chuckled as she took a bite of her breakfast sandwich “What were you going to say then?”

“I don’t know I think it led there,” y/n admitted. “And before we knew it we were making out on the couch and then I was taking off his clothes in my room.”

“Did it really lead there?”

“Well it must have if it happened, don’t you think?” Y/N sassed.

Emma laughed, rolling her eyes. “How was it?”

“Emma!”

“No, never mind, I don’t want to know how my best friend since diapers shags.”

Y/N blushed even more as she reached out to playfully hit her. “You’re an idiot!”

Emma grinned. They stayed quiet for a bit. Even if Emma, as a friend was kind of angry or disappointed or however one feels when both your best friends are complete idiots, she was quite amused by the entire situation.

“Do you have feelings for Tim?” Emma asked after a while of them singing along to the music playing on the radio.

Y/N bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Look, it did lead there but... I didn't want it to happen initially because I-”

“You still love Tom,” Emma finished her sentence.

“Yes I do,” y/n sighed.

“Fuck, y/n,” she shook her head and clicked her tongue. It was a very complicated situation. However, she knew that y/n hadn’t done this in the slightest to hurt Tim. Emma was well aware y/n was probably very, very confused. Yes, she shouldn’t do this kind of stupid things, but Emma understood where it came from.

“Yes, but Tom’s not here so I can figure it out,” y/n pointed out. “Besides he’s probably making love to Cherry.”

“Making love,” Emma mocked. “I love you talk like you’re 13.”

y/n laughed. “Shut up.”

“Look, y/n, I’m your friend but Timmy.”

“Tim is first I know.”

“Yes but no, he’s an idiot because he clearly fucking has feelings for you and he’s the one playing with fire here,” Emma said. “I mean and you are too, but you are confused and stupid and-”

“Thanks,” Y/N chuckled. “I don’t know what to do, Emma.”

“Well, are you going to do anything about it?”

Y/N didn’t answer right away. She had to think through her response. “It's cause with Tim I feel… I don’t even feel like it was a mistake.” “

“No?”

“No, and you know usually everyone thinks sleeping with their ex is a mistake-”

“Which it is.”

“But that’s the thing with Tim, I just.. It’s”

“But y/n, do you love him?”

“I do…. But”

“But Tom,” Emma finished the sentence.

“Yes,” Y/N sighed. “And I don’t want to hurt Tim, he deserves someone better than me.”

Emma groaned. “He’s a man.”

“But he-”

“Look, y/n you’re both fucking grown-ups but I would advise both of you to stay out of that territory.”

“Yes.”

“And like, if you need it, get another man to satisfy those needs.”

“It wasn’t about needs,” y/n snapped condescendingly.

“Uh-huh sure,” Emma confined. “I’m pretty sure it was a cleanse from Tom.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Please, y/n.”

“I don’t know, alright?” she frowned. “I’m sad and stupid and I felt like shit, like actually on the floor everyone stepping on me, and then Tim made me feel like I wasn’t shit okay and apparently.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, no, I get it.”

“I’m a mess.”

“Yeah.” Emma laughed.

“Maybe with time,” y/n said to herself.

“What?”

“Maybe with time I could try it out again with Tim.”

“But don’t only do it because you’re hurt.”

“No, that’s why I need to wait, because I need to be sure I don’t have any feelings for Tom,” she admitted “And I do now”

“But you’ll always do.”

“It’s complicated,” she said. “You have to understand that I’ve loved him my whole life and… And I still feel guilty about it, and I still am hurt about this,” y/n continued. “And I am confused and I just…” she clicked her nose. “I don’t even think I want to let go yet, okay? That’s the problem, because I’m stupid enough to keep thinking I will have yet another stupid chance with him.”

“Yes, stupid.”

“Well, is it wrong that I believe in love?”

Emma watched her. “Is that love?”

“It was, or at least it felt like it,” y/n said.

“Feel like isn’t the same as being.”

“It is love,” y/n stated. “In a very stupid and unexplainable way and I don’t… Get why I love him, alright? Even after everything. But now I am angry because yes I fucked up and now he’s with Cherry and I can’t help but wonder what could’ve gone better and-”

“But y/n-”

“Look Emma, exactly after my heartbreak I found Timmy, okay?” Y/N took a deep breath as she was gripping to the wheel a bit more than expected. “What if Cherry is his Timmy? The one who’s perfect for him, the one who everyone sees and thinks oh shit, they were made for each other.”

“Oh, now I….”

“But I don’t know, alright?” Y/N was now clearly speaking to herself. “I just.. I am confused and I need to think about it and I need to let my heart sort it out, and be alright with it, and then before I know it, I’ll be back in London having to deal with his stupid ass again.”

“y/n.”

“It’s cause Emma, I can’t stop thinking about Tom, alright?” She sounded annoyed. “And maybe it should’ve all stayed like it was before, and I shouldn’t have written that stupid script and.”

“No, y/n, no, shut up,” Emma stopped her. “The script is the one thing you can rescue from this, alright?”

“I-”

“We are… Look we don’t even have to talk about this right now? Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” y/n gulped.

“Let’s change the subject because we are meeting the director.”

“Directors,” y/n corrected.

“What?”

“Two, apparently, they were very interested in the project,” y/n sounded excited.

“Oh?”

“Which by the way!” She sounded excited. “Please, can you please check teen vogue apparently they know the bloody cast and I don’t-”

“The cast as in... the cast for dos-a-dos?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit, yeah, yeah, alright, okay so let me….” Emma took out her phone and quickly checked the article. “Fuck oh my goood.”

“Who is it?” Y/N yelled and tried to snatch the phone from Emma.

“No, wait, okay, are you ready?”

“Fuck yes, bloody tell me!”

Emma grinned. “So it’s Auli’i Cravalho as Valerie.”

“No way, oh my god, I love her what the hell,” y/n chirped as she then made a very high pitched noise.

“Shut up!” Emma laughed. “Yes oh my god, oooh, that hottie Gregg Sulkin is William.”

Y/N made another high pitched.

“Shit, I’m… okay, and Jordan Fisher is Teddy.”

“Oh my god, that’s perfect!”

“And… Fuck, Asa Butterfield as Robbie,” Emma said. She took a deep breath. Robbie… as in… Harry.

“Oh my god!” Y/N was too excited to notice her friend had turned a little bit sad.

“Yeah.”

But then she turned to her. “You know what?” Y/N grinned. “You’re right fuck all this men trouble let’s be excited about this!”

“Yes!” Emma chirped.

How magical it is to have a friend. And suddenly all of y/n’s troubles were forgotten. She needed to brighten up, this was her bloody dream for god’s sake. She needed to get her mind and forget every single man in her life right now, except probably the cast, or whoever she was working with. Were they female directors? Brothers? Sisters? Friends? Couple?

It was… exciting.

Though her mind did go back to her encounter with Tim. Where would she go with this? She was nervous enough about it. But she had to focus, right? She needed to sort some things out. Alessandra, her absolute pain in the ass, but the brilliant boss was nervous about it, too. But she seemed excited. Her new ‘y/n’, or assistant, Josh was absolutely the best. Nice guy. He had told y/n where she had to go, meeting room, time, everything.

“He’s cute,” Emma said as soon as he left.

Y/N looked up from the million papers she was given. “Who is?”

“Josh…?I think that was his name?” Emma said, blushing.

Y/N blinked. “Oh?” She chuckled. “You’re... Serious?”

Emma coughed and then sipped from the cup that barely even had any coffee now. “No, forget it.”

Y/N watched Josh from afar. He was handsome, but was he… Ah, yeah, the curls. It was Emma’s type. Completely.

“I can… introduce you to him?” Y/N offered mischievously. “He is cute alright, yes that could work.”

“No, shut up, no,” Emma laughed, embarrassed. “It was just a random comment.”

Y/N chuckled. “You know what? He’s coming back so--- Josh!” Y/N grinned as she tried to rush to her boss’ assistant. “Josh!”

“No, fuck, y/n, no shut up,” Emma rushed to him.

Josh was in fact, coming back, holding some pink flowers. “

“Josh!” Y/N grinned as Emma was jumping over y/n trying to stop her.

“Hi, uh, this came in,” He said before y/n could even say anything. Emma, embarrassed, backed up. “For you,” Josh said,handing the peonies to her and then checked his phone.

“What?” Y/N froze as she saw them.

From Tim. Of course.

Emma stared at them. “Wait… those are.”

“Uh, yeah, and okay, you know what? No time to… Give them to the directors if you want or whatever, but apparently they’re here, so let’s rush.”

“Uh--what?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s--sorry if I sound bossy but Alessandra,” he said.

Y/N turned to look at Emma. Confusion washing her face, but excitement, too. But she was more confused. Mind going back to Tim. What the hell was she supposed to do? How did she even feel about that? Flowers. Flowers. Flowers.

“Y/N, look. Let’s, forget about this, now we need you to focus on this and-” Emma assured her.

“Right, right.”

Y/N was too nervous. This was it. Somehow this made it real. It would go quick, right? And she’d be able to talk to them and maybe they’d show her their vision and it would be amazing. Yes, this was exciting. She’d have time to think about whatever had happened with Tim later. And the flowers.

Because Tim had sent this, and this could mean him wishing her good luck, or this could be Tim… trying to tell her something. Probably that. And right now it was time to pretend that she hadn’t been crying over months already, and that she hadn’t just gone out the night before to try and forget an ex that probably was too busy with another girl.

Her mind couldn’t go there, it had to go back to professional y/n. Y/N the writer, that’s who she was that day. The y/n that had a dream.

And she saw Alessandra, talking to two men. And then… Time started going too fucking slow.

Too fucking slow.

Tom and Harry.

Harry and Tom.

Tom.

Harry.

Tom.

“Harry,” Emma said.

“Tom.”

There he was. In all his splendour. Bright smile on his face, hair pushed back, that pair of eyes that y/n had missed and hadn’t realized. Fuck, those eyes. It had never occurred to her how much she loved his eyes, so kind and bright. Eyes that made anyone feel like they were the only person in the world, a glance that either made her feel so special. Eyes that could easily have her undressed in less than she could even say his name. That smile, and him. Fuck it was him. With those stupid angel eyes. The reason why she had never ever stopped loving him, because even after everything he’d give her that glance.

Tom.

And it went so slow, her realization. He was there. As if she didn’t initially believe it. As if everything she’d said before was thrown away. And it came back to her, how much he had missed him. He was there, with that stupid smile of his, with that stupid white t-shirt and denim jacket. And that pair of eyes.

And just as y/n had paused and ran out of breath, he looked up and dug his own sight on hers. He took a deep breath as he was assimilating it as well. She saw him swallow as he then smiled at her.

Fuck, the world stopped. And if y/n hadn’t been confused from the night before she probably would’ve been stupid enough to run to his arms. If this was a rom com she would’ve jumped to kiss him, she would have forgotten everything and forgiven everything. But she was hurting.

But she was confused and she… was… angry.

Because she was angry and she was confused.

She was confused and she was angry.

“Tom,” she whispered again.

Running out of breath. She needed to run away. Emma had stopped walking too. The peonies had landed on the floor and y/n hadn’t even realized it.

Seemed like all Y/N and Emma did was to drop things when they were surprised.

But no, yes… Y/N was angry, yes and confused. She had to remember that. Tom, Tom was there. And the flowers Timmy had given her were on the floor. She was flustered and she was pretty sure she was sweating and she wanted to run away from him, but to his arms at the same time. She couldn’t walk, and Emma couldn’t either. Emma had only held y/n’s hand. She was sweating.

And Harry. Harry was there, too. And she was even more confused about him. She didn’t know where she was standing with him. Her best friend who had kissed her. But she was holding his ex-fiancée’s hand.

Harry. Tom.

And then the flowers. Timmy. She’d slept with Tim the night before. And she had just said how she still loved that idiot. How handsome he looked. And perfect. And god, she just wanted to kiss him.

No, no. She couldn’t…. Tom. Tom was there. His eyes brightened up. And y/n fucking knew it, it would only take him another smile for y/n to be back in his arms. But wasn’t she angry? Wasn’t he angry? She was.

Angry and confused.

Because hey, he was there and she needed to remind herself that she was hurt by him. But then why didn’t she feel hurt? Why the hell did she only want to run into his arms? She needed to remember how much she had cried over and how many times he’d hurt her and how these days she had decided that she wouldn’t try, though she wanted to. And Cherry, yes Cherry. She had to remember… Then why the hell was she feeling that way? Why were her knees getting weak and why was her heart rushing? As if her broken heart had disappeared.

No, and… What… What was he doing there? She saw his lips move, he was saying something.

And Emma was also not having it, she was shaking, sweating cold as she saw the love of her life standing right there, dumbfounded and nervous. Emma wanted to puke, and Emma wanted to faint and run away. But it was weird, because just like y/n, she wanted to forget everything and just run back to him and kiss him.

One smile, Emma knew, that’s all it would take for her to forget and forgive everything. What the hell were they doing there?

Harry was just watching Emma, his eyes were only on her. Fuck, y/n. Yes, Emma had to be reminded of that, too. Her ex-fiancé had kissed the woman beside her. Her ex-fiancé had loved the woman beside her. But then again the woman beside her was already drooling over Tom.

“Y/N!” Alessandra said, making Emma at least come back to her senses. “Hey, come here dear, please meet … Well, I bet you already know who he is, Tom and Harry Holland.”

“Y/N,” Tom whispered with a smile.

“They’re directing the movie.”

“They’re… what?” Was all y/n could ask as she dropped to the floor. Emma widened her eyes. Lucky bitch y/n was, she had passed out. She didn’t have to deal with this. Josh quickly kneeled beside y/n as he tried to wake her up. Emma herself wasn’t doing fine, she needed some air, too. She only leaned against the wall. She was also running out of air.

Tom, Harry and Alessandra rushed over to the floor to see y/n. Alessandra ordered Josh to go for water or whatever. Tom quickly kneeled on the floor as he helped y/n sat up, sitting her against the wall. He was quick to take her hand.

Harry didn’t even care it seemed, or.. Emma didn’t know what the hell was going on, she avoided his glance as he was struggling to see between them.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Yeah, no,” Emma said as she then realized that probably her friend would faint again if she saw who was there again. “Uh, no, no, no,” she kneeled beside. “Not you,” she said to Tom. “This will make things worse.”

“Emma it’s okay, we need to loosen up her clothes,” Tom tried to wake her up.

“Wouldn’t you love that,” Emma commented. “No, Tom, please,” Emma said, as she fanned her hand to Y/N.

Y/N woke up, tears in her eyes as she breathed in a big puff of air.

“You should’ve stayed passed out, dumbass, you wouldn’t have to deal with this,” she whispered to her friend.

y/n confused, was heavily breathing.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Alessandra said. “Are you okay? Where the hell is Josh?”

“Y/N, you okay?” Tom asked as he reached for her hand. Emma flicked his hand away.

“Y/N are you okay?” Emma finally asked.

Y/N blinked and then turned to see her surrounding, yes the nightmare was still going.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I need to…” She stared at Tom. “No.”

Tom blinked.

Y/N tried to stand up.

“y/n no, stay there,” Tom warned.

“No,” she stood up, or tried to, Emma helped her up. “I need to… We need to, can I go to the restroom? Yes?” She was too nervous.

“Do you need-” Tom asked.

“No,” Y/N and Emma answered at the same time. Alessandra helped Emma to settle y/n who was still kind of spinning, Josh had arrived, too with a bottle of water.

“Water? That’s all you brought?” Alessandra asked. Josh had to back away.

Tom tried to follow after. Emma glared at him, and Harry stopped him. Luckily, the restroom was close enough.

Alessandra walked over. “Y/N, sweetie, everything okay?”

“No,” y/n laughed cynically.

“I’ll go get you something else, here’s the water and I’ll--- Can you take care of her, sweetie?” Alessandra asked Emma.

“Yeah.”

As soon as Alessandra had left, both friends were ready to have the mental breakdown they deserved to have. Y/N rested her hands against the sink staring at the mirror, as Emma was leaning against the wall ready to scream.

“What the fuck are they doing here?” Emma yelled, throwing her hands in the air. “What the fuck in the fuckery fuck, I need fuck fuck, fuck… FUCK!”

“I don’t know!” y/n cried as the tears were streaming down her face already.

“Why, why, why, why, why?” Emma yelled.

Honestly, both of them just kept asking questions to the air, cursing, y/n trying to clean up the tears as they both quickly paced.

Emma stopped Y/N. “What the fuck.”

“I don’t know!” She was so stressed.

Emma started shaking y/n. “Y/N I can’t handle this! That is Harry, Harry Holland as in my ex fiancée, my ex fiancé Harry Holland is outside. Harry!”

“I know! I know! Fuck I know!”

“And that’s Tom as in Tom the guy you were crying over yesterday!” Emma, needless to say, was freaking out.

“Emma I know!” Y/N yelled.

“What the fuck?”

“I don’t know!” Y/N said. “I don’t know, fuck, no, no, I.. No, why?”

“What the hell are they doing here?”

“Directing apparently, is this a nightmare? It must be a nightmare, yes, this is a nightmare!” Y/N stated.

And it felt like a fever nightmare, honestly. After two more minutes of freaking out, of them trying to figure out-- or complain about it for more, honestly what could they do? They were both sad, trying not to cry and who would take care of that situation? Alessandra walked in.

“Y/N dear, here,” Alessandra gave her a juice. “Did you have anything for breakfast, has this happened before? Why are you both crying?”

“Yeah, okay, no, I’m… why are they?” Y/N stated. Alessandra’s eyes widened. “Yeah, Tom, and Harry. Why?” Y/N couldn’t even complete a sentence.

“What?” Alessandra frowned.

“Yeah, he’s-We are not,” y/n gulped. “Why are they the directors? Why… can we change them?”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible…But may I ask why?”

“I just… We…” y/n couldn’t talk.

“She knows them and she’s not in good terms with them,” Emma explained.

“Why are they?” That’s all y/n could say, a half ass sentence that probably didn’t have much sense, but it did in a certain way. Why are Harry and Tom? Yes that made sense. That was the question she wanted to ask.

“Look, we will.. Want me to reschedule for tomorrow? I’m sure they’ll understand, you go home and rest, or I’ll-”

“Yes, I’m perfectly sure they’ll understand,” Emma hissed..

Before they could even know, they were heading out of the studio. They saw Tom and Harry try to approach them but Alessandra explained the situation, that y/n was sick. Of course they had understood, or pretended to that is.

Emma and y/n were not in a good place, of course. And y/n could definitely not go to the apartment because there she’d find Tim and that was something that she didn’t need to add to the situation. The three most important men in her love life were all now in the same city and y/n was definitely not doing alright. Life was playing a cheap trick on her and was laughing in her face. She couldn’t face Tom. Hell, no, less in that situation. She was angrier now, because how dare them search for her script?

They probably were only there to ruin it, especially Tom. Yes that was it. And why was she feeling that way? Didn’t she say hours before that she wanted him to come for her and try again? But not like this.

Not like this.

Emma was driving because y/n was still out of breath. Funny how it is. Emma was playing the music loudly and was actively ignoring everything, only focusing on the road. She drove them to the flower shop. A safe space for them both.

Aunt Eliza had received them both, not sure what the hell had happened but she had hugged her niece and then offered them to have whatever they wanted. Emma had poured something for herself in her cup, and y/n was only having a glass of water. Emma explained the situation to Eliza.

“I just can’t believe he’d do something like this you know? Fucking direct my script,” Y/N was complaining. “I just—can’t believe it! what the hell was he thinking? Didn’t he hate it? He said he hated it. Bloody hell, he’s an asshole he’s here to ruin it, isn’t it?”

“And Harry... “ Emma was going through a very different kind of emotion. Did Harry there for y/n? Or was he there for Emma?

“Fuck why are they doing this?” Y/N asked.

“Because men,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes.

“Yes men are trash!” Emma raised her mug.

“I know, I know but wait how are you so calm?” Y/N asked Emma.

Emma laughed. “I’m not!” She grinned. “I’m just… This situation is hilarious, innit? You see this cup?”

Y/N frowned. “Yeah.”

“This isn’t coffee,” Emma explained.

“What?” Eliza asked.

“Let’s say this is Irish coffee but it��s only irish whiskey and no coffee,” Emma explained.

“I need one of those,” Y/N admitted.

“I’ll.. Look, I’ll go buy you girls some wine and we can order something and… Can you take care of the place? It won’t be busy.”

“Yeah.”

Both girls stayed quiet as y/n had sipped from Emma’s mug, too.

“Harry looked really handsome didn’t he-” “Did you see Tom’s eyes?” They said at the unison. They were both lost. So, so lost. They probably hadn’t even heard each other.

“His hair looked pretty,” Emma said.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. “When he smiled at me…”

“And then he was so shy and he got all nervous and…” Emma ran a hand through her hair.

“Shit like when he said my name I just—”

“And he smelled nice didn’t he?” Emma asked.

“Did he get a haircut?” Y/N asked.

“He looked so… nice,” Emma continued.

Y/N blinked listening to her. “Wait, no what the fuck?” Y/N asked. “We are angry!”

Emma snapped out of her trance and turned to her. “Huh? “

“Yes Emma what—why the fuck are we daydreaming here?” She asked. “These men are idiots!”

Emma nodded. “Right, right, no, what are we doing?”

“I can’t believe it,” y/n said. “I can’t believe I dared to even think this would be nice, for God’s sake, a week ago I was daydreaming of seeing him thinking it would be so nice and adorable and perfect and rom com moment, instead I got the throat thickening, heart pounding, heavy breathing, stupid love,” she complained.

“I felt butterflies,” Emma admitted. “And that’s why I’m apparently day drinking to drown those suckers!”

“Why are we even daydreaming Emma? We should, dunno, not this!”

“In my defense I was engaged to that man, I have the right.”

“I have the right to, I’ve been bloody in love with dumb Tom my whole life, I think I’ve got the right,” she complained.

Emma laughed. “We are clowns, y/n, that’s it, that’s the only explanation.”

“I was literally crying over him yesterday,—and I bloody fainted!” Y/N paced around the shop, as Emma laughed. “I mean, I do understand why I feel like this, but then again-”

“Shut up.”

“No, Emma, you don’t understand god, I know I am not supposed to feel this way but-”

“Shut up.”

“He’s got lovely eyes, didn’t he? Eyes which are daggers, nonetheless, and he was killing me with them-”

“Y/N shut up!”

“No,I need to-- fuck if I saw him smile once more at me and I’d be on my knees--What the hell are you doing here?” She asked, as the figure that once terrorized her was terrorizing her again.

Tom.

She didn’t faint this time, but she felt like she was going to. Tom was there, again with thAT perfect pair of eyes he dared to have.

“Hi,” he said. He looked nervous and he was probably shaking. But he had a smile on his face, a nervous shy smile.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked again.

“I uh--Cherry told me you were working here and her mother told her that Emma worked at some other place where I’m sure Harry is now—but guess I’ll tell him to… hi Emma,” Tom said nervously as he dedicated a glance to Emma.

“No,” answered Emma simply.

“Fine okay,” he cleared his throat. “So Cherry told me-”

“Cherry,” y/n repeated. And there it was, the sole reminder she needed to get back to her senses. She closed her eyes, and laughed.

“Yes, Cherry-”

“Well I’m—,yeah well you can leave now,” y/n said as she walked behind the counter.

“ just came here to talk y/n,” Tom said.

Y/N frowned as she started to clean whatever, moving mugs around, glasses, flowers. “Yeah can’t do that I’m working, see?”

“Then I’m here for coffee,” Tom said, approaching her leaning against the counter.

“The… machine is not working, you can leave,” she said.

“Then I’m here for flowers,” Tom answered smugly.

“We... are closed.”

“Then I guess I’m here to ask you out so we can talk,” Tom said again.

“No,” y/n answered with a smirk as she then walked out to fix some flowers.

“She wants you to leave, idiot,” Emma commented.

Tom gulped and followed after y/n. She was staring at the flowers, as if she tried to arrange the petals on them, moving them around, doing anything but looking at him.

“Y/N we need to talk.”

“We are doing that and I’m not liking it,” y/n snapped.

Tom chuckled. “Y/n come on, please?”

She shook her head. “No,” she kept pacing through the shop, it seemed like she was running out of places to run to. But the flowers surrounding them, which usually calmed her, somehow made her even sadder. Lots and lots of yellow flowers, only accentuated by the yellowness of her dress.

“Why not?” He followed after, he grabbed her hand.

She quickly pulled her hand away. “Because I’m angry at you.”

“Oh, are you now?” Tom said.

She finally turned to him. “Yes because why the hell are you directing it?”

Tom approached her, only inches from her. “They called me.”

Y/N frowned. “No, you called for it, you perfectly know that, didn’t you hate it?”

“Well, I might have called, I think it’s got a lot of potential,” Tom said.

“You’re just doing this to ruin it,” y/n snapped.

“I’m not actually,” he answered camly, staring at her. “I really like the story, an ode to the 80’s with a personal story.”

Somehow looking deeply into his eyes awakened something in y/n, so she looked away completely avoiding his gaze.

“Why are you really here, Tom?” She frowned.

“I came here to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk,” she said walking away.

“Clearly,” Tom rolled his eyes. “But come on y/n,” he followed after her, rushing to stop her by walking in front of her.

“No.”

“Oh, so you’re the one who is angry now?” He frowned.

“Yes.”

“Do you remember everything that happened?”

Y/N chuckled dryly. “Yeah, years building up of hating each other, bullying each other, Rome, that night at the club and a pink skirt, a vinyl, that drunken night that probably was a mistake, a date on a plane 3 yellow flowers by you, some by me and lavenders, a script, that disaster at the engagement party, a very, very hurtful breakup I don’t know how many heartbreaks and... my script which you’re now directing, and now due to that bloody script we have to maintain a professional relationship, and if you want to talk to me we will do it tomorrow in that damn meeting,” she snapped as she walked back to Emma. “Goodbye, you can leave.”

Emma was rather amused by the situation, probably the whiskey had an effect on her.

“Oh but we were never good at being professional,” Tom said, following after.

Y/N only glared at him, crossing her arms.

He walked over with a smile, he lifted her chin. She pushed his hand away. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m smiling, didn’t that get you weak in the knees?” He smirked.

“You’re an idiot,” she pushed him.

“Y/n,”he complained.

“Tom why are you even doing this why—?”

“Because--”

“No Tom,” she interrupted. “I don’t even want your reasons,” she frowned. “You know how much this means to me and how much I worked to get a chance for it and I know you hated the script and I know you hate me but getting back at me with this? This is just some other level-”

“I’m not doing this to hurt you.”

“Well you are hurting me! God once again!” She snapped.

“Y/N, Can we please talk about it?” Tom said.

“No, I’m gonna go to the back and when I come back I hope I don’t see you here, don’t you dare follow me,” she said as she finally rushed to the back of the storage closet.

Tom sighed as he closed his eyes with stress. He turned to Emma.

“Yeah don’t look at me, I’m even angrier,” Emma commented.

“Harry went to look for you,” he admitted.

“Ah,” she rolled her eyes.

“He really loves you,” Tom commented.

“Hm.”

“He was confused.”

“Look I… really Tom you’re the person I really don’t want to talk to,” Emma snapped. “you're literally the last person I want to talk to because if it hadn’t been for you ruining my-”

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Tom,” she said. “Besides I don’t know what you’re expecting from y/n.”

“I thought we were supposed to heal and then go back to each other.”

“So you thought that calling to direct her script was the go to?” Emma frowned. “The one project that’s got her excited, you come in, how would you feel if she had walked into a project of yours?”

“Well she’s brilliant but-”

“I’m serious, Tom, you probably wouldn’t be happy, besides… It’s not that simple and you can’t prance in here and smile and pretend it’s fine, and expect her to go back to you.”

“But-”

“No buts, Tom, she’s had one hell of a month trying to get over you,” Emma snapped.

“I love her.”

“You do now? You have no trouble hurting her for someone who claims to love her.”

Tom frowned. “You barely know-”

“No, I do know, I know more than you think, at least I know her, and I must admit she probably still has feelings for you yes but that doesn’t mean she didn’t spend this whole month crying over you and being sad about it.”

“But-”

“And maybe it was easy for you both to show up and think you’re going to solve it, but you don’t even remotely understand it. It might be easy for you, yes, you lost her. And that must have been hard,” she said. “But for her? God, she lost Harry, Sam, and you in one single night.”

“But-”

“Tom I don’t even know what you’re trying to do, I just need you to understand this , you come back into her life and--”

“I want to do the project so we can make something beautiful out of it, okay? And I’ve been dying to see her and I want to work something out-”

“And you think Harry and you showing up will just make it better?”

“No.”

“Then? I’m sorry Tom but that girl is my best friend and I can’t let you hurt her again, but I also know what you mean to her, and… All I know is you’re an idiot, a really big idiot for trying to show up and mend things, of course she won’t talk to you today,” Emma rolled her eyes, tired. “The best advice I can give you is to let her assimilate this, she bloody fainted when she saw you, don’t you think that’s explanation enough?” Emma frowned.

“I-Maybe it was a mistake,” Tom sighed. “Coming here.”

“You think?” Emma frowned.

Tom sighed. “I only have… one question.”

“What?”

“What is going on with Tim and her?”

Emma didn’t answer.

Eliza arrived just at that moment. “I brought the wine!” She announced. “Oh,” that was the only thing she could say.

Tom gulped. “Hello, hi, uh, I came here to buy some flowers?” He looked up.

Eliza only dedicated a glance to Emma, she nodded at her.

“Oh, yes, of course, uh…” Eliza answered as she handed her shopping bags to Emma. “Any particular type?”

Tom looked around the room and his eyes quickly landed on the first yellow flowers. Yellow peonies. He picked them up and then paid for them.

“Give them to her, please,” Tom said, handing it over to Emma.

He then proceeded to leave.

“Yellow peonies?” Eliza frowned. “Second peonies for y/n today. Tim ordered some for her, did she get them? At the studio?”

“Yes, she did,” Emma

“That was odd, that’s Tom, right? Must be a mistake if he chose peonies like Tim, besides, yellow peonies mean jealousy, must be a mistake.”

“No, I don’t think it was.”

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90slevi · 3 years

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Arguments {Levi Ackerman x Reader}

TW: strong language

"What the hell do you mean?" you exclaimed, holding the sheet of paper in your hands in front of Hanji. She grimaced with a shrug, scratching the back of her head. "He's taken me off the expedition list?"

It was currently 6pm, and the sun was beginning to set; although you'd only planned to meet Hanji for a few minutes before dinner, it'd turned into a little more than just that. You'd just received the list of people going on the expedition in a week, and despite being on Levi's Squad, you'd been completely removed from the list. Instead of your name being alongside Petra, Oluo, Eld and Gunther, you were nowhere. You hadn't even been put at the back!

"I dunno, I don't get told about this sort of stuff," she chuckled nervously, trying to not make you angrier than you were. "Although it is a bit odd that Erwin's removed you, out of all people. He never does that."

"Then why on Earth has he done it now?" you asked rhetorically, pissed off. As much as you enjoyed being safe inside the walls and not having to go on another traumatising adventure past the walls, you felt it was incredibly embarrassing to be removed for no reason at all while the others risked their lives for your future. "I mean, I doubt the Squad asked him. That'd just be ridiculous."

"I did see Levi go to Commander Erwin's office last night, so..." Hanji trailed off, realising she'd probably said something she wasn't supposed to.

You and Levi had been dating for about a year now, and while she knew for a fact the black-haired man would never directly upset you, it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to try and convince Erwin to remove you. He'd tried to do it last time, because the expedition before that had ended tragically. You'd almost been killed, and if it wasn't for him saving you from the jaws of a titan and almost breaking his own leg, you wouldn't be there in front of her.

After losing his best friends, Isabel and Farlan, in the past, she was sure he wasn't planning on losing you any time soon.

"That little shitbag," you muttered, wrinkling your nose.

You loved Levi. You really did. But removing you from the expedition list was so selfish you could hit him.

It wasn't up to him. He did not have the right to chose whether you risked your life for the greater good or not, and this was what you dedicated your life to. He was not allowed to force Erwin to remove you just because he was too selfish to see you go. Deep down, you knew what he was trying to do. He was just worried you'd get yourself killed, and he really loved you, but you were too angry to care about that. In your eyes, it appeared that he didn't trust you and he didn't believe you could do it.

"It might not be him!" Hanji suggested, an awkward smile on her face as she put her hands up in surrender. "Y'know, they could've been talking about something else!"

However, you ignored her and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Hanji, sighing, face-palmed as she knew just what Levi was about to get into.

Walking down the corridor as calmly as you could, you looked at each office door and at the golden plaques, looking for Levi's name imprinted on one just to make sure you didn't go bursting into the wrong office ranting and raving. Eventually, when you found it, you took a deep breath and gently opened the door, not wanting to get into a full-blown argument with your boyfriend.

"Tch, can't you brats knock?" Levi asked, his voice blunt and monotone. However, when he noticed it was you, his eyes widened for a split second before returning back to normal. "Oh, hey."

"Levi," you begun, closing the door behind you as you tried to think of something to say. Levi looked down at the paper you were holding, and as soon as he realised what it was, he hesitated. You noticed this, and that was all the confirmation you needed to know that it was him who'd taken your name off. "Nice to know you've taken me off the expedition."

"I should've known you'd figure out it was me," Levi said sternly, standing up from his desk and slipping his quill back into the ink pot. "Look, let me explain-"

"No, I've already figured it out, thanks," you said sarcastically, slapping the paper onto his desk in frustration. "You don't think I'm good enough to survive out there, do you?"

Levi was silent.

"I've noticed the training exercises for me have become... different than the others," you continued, your mind going back to the small yet significant differences in your training schedules than people like Petra. "You've tried it before, to get me off the expedition lists just so I don't get hurt."

"Y/n, I have a reason to do that," he tried to say, but you continued in your rant. "If you'd just shut up for two seconds-"

"I couldn't give a fuck if I die or not, Levi," you said, wrinkling your nose as he rolled his eyes at your mini-outburst. "I specifically signed up for this just SO I could help out in the survival of humanity. You out of all people should know that! The amount of times I've told you why I want to do this and how much it means to me is insane. And if you're not going to let me do what I need to do because you're too scared I'll die, then... well, I dunno! It's just unfair!"

"Are you done yet?" Levi asked, his voice rising as he glared intimidatingly at you. It wasn't something you were scared of, but you knew you needed to shut up before he actually got angry. You closed your mouth and sighed, unable to look your boyfriend in the eyes. He leaned against his desk, rolling back his head as he tried to think of something that wouldn't upset you more. And, as everyone knew, he was not the greatest with words. "Listen, Y/n. And don't butt in until I've fucking done, got it?"

You nodded.

"First of all, I apologise for doing anything like that without your permission," he said, and your eyes widened at him for even saying sorry. "It was a stupid thing to do. But since your dumbass almost got fucking eaten, I don't want you to go on another expedition."

"But why!?" you exclaimed, your heart sinking. Levi glared at you again, and you quickly shut up.

"In all fairness, it is my own selfishness," he admitted quietly, only just loud enough for you to hear. "I'm not like precious Commander Eyebrows. He doesn't give two shits about who dies on the battleground, but I do. And I don't fancy one of my best soldiers getting murdered in a pointless expedition when I might need them in a more important one in the future."

"That's bullshit," you answered, and he raised an eyebrow. "Hanji and Mike are much better than me, and although they've nearly been killed multiple times, they still make the expedition list."

"That's because they're captains," Levi stated, his voice getting a little louder. "I don't have control over whether they make the list or not."

"Alright then, what about Eld? Gunther?" you asked, and Levi kept his mouth shut, unable to answer. "Exactly. Petra was almost stepped on last expedition if it wasn't for goddam Oluo, but she still makes the stupid list. She almost got crushed, too, but I get nearly eaten ONCE and now it's like I'm banned for good. If you're that bothered, just remove me from your squad altogether!"

"That's not what I want," he almost snarled, pushing himself off the edge of the desk and crossing his arms. "And you know that."

"Then what the hell do you want?!"

"For you not to die!"

A silence entered the room. Your mouth stayed agape as Levi stared at the ground, occasionally looking back at you with a glare that could slice through metal. Your heart pounded against your chest, adrenaline rushing through your veins, and you didn't know what to say.

"Ever since Isabel and Farlan, you're the only person I've managed to get this close to," he continued, quieter than he was before while his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his navy blue jeans . "I don't want to lose... the only family I have left. And I know that's unfair on you, but my selfishness got in the way."

"I... Levi," you said softly, wandering over to him and pulling him into a hug. He wrapped is arms tightly around your waist as he nuzzled his face into your neck, making you giggle when his warm breath tickled your skin. "I understand. I'm sorry for yelling."

"Me too," he replied, rubbing his fingers in circles on your back. Being this close to someone was an amazing feeling that he'd been missing for years and years, and because he didn't want to lose that, he'd decided to go out and do something you didn't want.

He remembered how he'd felt when he'd saved you from the jaws of a titan. You still had the scars on your stomach and back from the bite marks, and he couldn't get rid of the memories of watching you on the grassy ground, bleeding out as you went sickly pale and almost passed out. He'd hated every moment, including when he watched you get stitches in the hospital. Any one of those breaths could've been your last, and the anticipation he felt as he waited outside the ward room for you to wake up. You could've been in a coma. You could've died. You could've gotten brain damage so awful that you couldn't remember who the hell you were.

He didn't want to feel that ever again. Ever.

"I think if I were Captain, I'd do the same to you," you said, pulling away and taking his hands into yours. "I should've listened to you."

"I'll try my best to get Erwin to put you back on the Expedition list, if that's what you really want," Levi said, and you knew that by 'try my best', he meant 'if he doesn't, I'll beat the shit out of him'. He was very good at getting what he wanted. "But if you slip up like a total idiot again, I'll break your legs so you have a good excuse to not go next time."

As if he'd ever do that.

"Pfft, got it," you grinned, and he ruffled your hair before wandering back to his seat, presumably to finish off his paperwork. You pouted, unsure whether to stay here with your boyfriend or to go down for dinner. It was unlikely Levi would remember to get food; he usually was too focussed on his paperwork to get some or he just chose against it, so you usually bought some up for him.

"You look lovely today," Levi then said out of the blue, and your heart fluttered as a small smile appeared on your face. "You usually look beautiful, of course, but today, you look... really nice."

"Thank you," you replied, wandering over before planting a small kiss on his lips. "You look lovely too."

A chuckle escaped his lips before he looked down at his watch, taking note of the time. "Do you want to go down to dinner with me?"

"Sure," you answered, and once he stood up, he stretched out his hand for you to take. Overjoyed, you left the paper on his table and took it, your fingers interlocking just as he liked. He gave you a quick squeeze before adjusting the sleeves of his top and leaving the room, making sure to lock his office after leaving.

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ka-writes · 3 years

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Notes: I had already started on the second chapter before I posted the first one, so don’t expect updates every day... I also had to do a lot of googling for this chapter.

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Chapter 1 in case you missed it:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warnings: Cussing, needles, character conflicts, intentional poisoning, poisoning, Jaws reference

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“Humans are [and text here]”

Chapter 2: What is this, an interview?

Tommy was now restrained to a chair six feet away from the weird scientist alien. He had a dark brown lab coat with a fuzzy yellow sweater underneath, matched with black pants and black leather boots. His gold rimmed Harry Potter glasses slipped down his nose bridge a bit before he pushed it up and shuffled through papers. He wore a red beanie with a big whiff of his curly chocolate hair. His skin was a weird translucent grayish color with blue speckles decorating it. He had deep brown eyes with an odd electric blue circle outlining the pupil.

His tongue licked his finger as he turned the page. This was a habit that most of the weird teachers and counselors did. It always annoyed Tommy. This time fear was also mixed into that annoyance. His saliva was tinted blue and he had sharp teeth which immediately reminded him of a shark.

“You have shark teeth.” Tommy stated absentmindedly. Clearly, this caught the scientist alien off guard.

“I have what?” The alien asked, confused.

“Shark teeth.. ya know like the weird fish creatures that eat people.” Tommy started rambling causing the shark-alien to become even more confused and slightly alarmed. “I mean I think they eat people. That’s what the shark movie showed… what was its name, Jaws I think? I dunno, my foster mom freaked out in the middle of it and we went home. That lady was weird.. She made us wear itchy clothes and take weird photos before she sent me back to the group home.”

“What?..” The shark-alien asked. Tommy jumped a bit. He forgot he was rambling to a stranger. Alien stranger at that.

“Doesn’t matter.. What's the first question bitch-boy?” Tommy liked the way the alien jumped at the randomly timed insults.

“Er- right.. First off, what’s your name?” The shark-alien asked after collecting himself.

“Tommy Innit. Yours bitch-boy?” Tommy replied.

“Wilbur Soot. Stop calling me bitch-boy!” Wilbur huffed.

“Next question, bitch-boy!” Tommy emphasized the name, getting an even angrier expression in return. Wilbur’s weird blue circle flashed red for a second which caught Tommy off guard.

Wilbur took a shaky breath before asking the next question. “How old are you?”

“Old enough! I am a big man!” Tommy stated. Yet another thing that pissed him off.

“Age?” Wilbur asked, clearly irritated.

“18.” Wilbur raised a brow, “14.” Tommy huffed. His age should only be his business not some alien-bitch who didn’t even have his file.

“If you keep lying, I may have to get the truth serum from the back.” Wilbur half-heartedly threatened. Tommy, the big man that he is, did not get scared at that statement, only slightly unsettled which clearly showed on his face.

“Now, do you have a family?” Tommy tensed at the question. It was a touchy question and was not one that was asked often especially with his reputation.

“I am a big man. I don’t need a family to be great.” Tommy stated, happy with the answer. The alien-bitch shifted awkwardly.

“Right… What is your diet?”

“Umm.. I dunno, whatever I can find. I am allergic to nuts though..” Wilbur nodded in understanding and wrote things down in his notepad.

“What plants are poisonous to you?” Wilbur asked without looking up from his notes.

“Ermm, poison Ivy, poison oak… uh I think parts of rhubarb, and most wild berries. I am not sure other than that.” Wilbur nodded while adding bits to his notes.

“What was the place you lived like?” This time Wilbur glanced up to look at Tommy. This was again another touchy subject… How many times would this alien bitch get into the sad background?

“Shitty.” Tommy snapped. That was the only response the bitch was gonna get.

“Right.. Do you have music on Earth?”

Tommy scoffed, “Of course we have music, dumbass!”

“Can you tell me about the animals there?” Wilbur asked, almost hopeful.. which was weird. What was he hoping for?

“Erm I guess..” Tommy mumbled, trying to figure out where to start, “There’s a bunch of animals. Mainly on land. My favorite would be the cow.”

“What’s that?” Curiosity stained Wilbur’s face. This got Tommy excited; he was practically beaming as he started talking.

“Well they are these big ruminants that make milk and have horns. There are a bunch of types too like the highland cow, which obviously is the most poggers one. They are a Scottish breed with really long hair. I met one once, on a field trip his name was Henry.” Tommy rambled on for the next two and a half hours, jumping from topic to topic and explaining anything that wasn’t personal. He usually ended those paths with short insults.

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Wilbur hated to stop the kids' detailed story, but two and a half celestial hours had already passed, and Dream would be coming to check soon. Luckily, he had a couple new poisons that could pass off as a research development. He had even managed to send the distressed signal and no doubt Phil would already be there with the SBI craft ready to fly at any given moment.

“Alright Tommy.” His voice dropped to a serious tone causing the kid to stop his story of how he got poisoned by mushrooms on a camping trip. “You’re gonna have to trust me just for a bit. I am going to get you off the ship at the next stop but in the meantime I need you to tell me how allergic you’re to nuts.” The kid immediately tensed at the question.

“I am mainly allergic to tree nuts.. almonds being the worst. After a few minutes I can’t breathe properly and I usually pass out. The doctor said if I don’t get it treated within 15 minutes, death is most likely.” He took a moment to go through the information. The kid most likely has an anaphylaxis reaction to tree nuts. Meaning either he would have to know the exact time of landing and exactly where Phil was or he needed another poison that was less severe.

“Alright, here is what we’re gonna do. I have a chemical mixture that is similar to that of rattlesnake venom. I also have a chemical substance that numbs any pain you may feel. Side effects would include being very very tired and delirious over the next few days. Along with being knocked out for a good ten hours. To put it simply I am gonna fake poison you, in order to get you off the ship. It’s your choice if you’re willing to do it.” Wilbur paused to study the kid still restrained in front of him. It was odd how relaxed the kid seemed to be in a situation like this. He had no urge as far as Wilbur was aware, to fight against anything that happened. His complaints only being those that touched on personal matters. It was unsettling to say the least, and intrigued Wilbur. He really wanted to unravel the life the kid had lived before this and how he was actually dealing with the situation.

There was a long pause before the kid spoke, “I wouldn’t mind getting away from the weird smiley bitch.. plus you seem nice and to know what you’re doing so sure. Poison me bitch.” He said the last sentence with an enthusiasm Wilbur wasn’t expecting. He took a moment to rethink his plan, which was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Dream says you better have advanced in your stupid testing. Otherwise he’s gonna kick you off the ship at the next stop.” Stated the rather rude blazeling, Sapnap. The blazeling never liked Wilbur and made a point to argue against any advancements at meals. That led to Dream installing a new system of emails and Wilbur eating meals alone.

“Yea yea, it’s going!” He yelled through the metal door.

“Better be.” The blazeling snapped before making a non quiet track back to his quarters.

“Stupid blazeling.” Wilbur grumbled as he sorted through vials and picked up new needles and measured out the substances. “We are going to start with the anesthetic then move onto the poison.” He softly addressed Tommy.

Wilbur swiftly disinfected Tommy’s shoulder and gave the needle. He then gave the second needle. Immediately Tommy slumped over. Wilbur swiftly took off Tommy’s restraints and moved him on to the patient bed in the back corner of the room. After the transfer was done he clipped the body restraints around Tommy and waited for the alert signaling landing.

After about five minutes the light next to the door turned blue. He moved over to his seat and clipped on the safety belts. The light turned green and the ship shook momentarily before a thud could be felt. Quickly as Wilbur could, he emptied the needles into the waste bin and waited for his soon-to-be-ex-boss to arrive.

Dream stepped through the door and glanced around the room before heading to Wilbur for his report.

“Report.” The dreamon commanded.

“The subject's body would have gone through a painfully slow death and have multiple organ failures if I did not intervene. The chemical mixes used created a conflict in the patient’s body which resulted in the patient falling into exhaustion as they recovered.” He responded in a monotone tone. Dream looked over Tommy. He flinched back in disgust as Tommy grunted in his sleep.

“Is that all?” The dreamon questioned.

“No.” Wilbur swallowed down his panic, “This is the last testing I will be doing with this crew.” The dreamon scoffed.

“I am assuming you’re getting off at this planet?” Dream spit. Wilbur knew he absolutely hated when people left his crew as he saw it as a direct violation of his loyalty.

“Yes.” The phantom stated, keeping his even tone apparent. With that Dream stormed out cursing in Siestian. Somewhere in the mess of words he told Wilbur to get his things.

Without hesitation he grabbed his bag from his quarters, which was held in a small room that branches off the lab. He half sprinted down the short hallway and straight to the bed Tommy was on. He swiftly unrestrained the human and sat him up. He slipped on boots and gloves then tied a cloak around the kid. He pulled the hood up and carried him off of the closest exit. There were faint yells from Dream down the hallway and reassurances from the only two beings that put up with him. And with that Wilbur was off to find the only craft he had ever called home. The SBI ship.

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Chapter 2- End

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End Notes: ‘‘twas to lazy to reread... sorry for minor mistakes. Also suggestions are always appreciated!! Please reblog...

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Chapter 3:

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Wilbur:

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realityhelixcreates · 3 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 77: Like a Good Old-Fashioned Barn Raising

Chapters: 77/?

Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: pg

Relationships: Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki (Marvel),

Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Party Time

Summary: Buridag begins!

Loki was awake long before you were, getting preparations ready, loose ends tied up, last minute orders sent out. He allowed you to sleep until you woke on your own, having removed his little illusory alarms from you some time ago.

Sometimes flower petals still rained upon you, and perfume rose from your footsteps, but no more snakes in the bath.

So you rose slowly, stretching and yawning the grogginess away at your own pace. Time was very hard to tell by looking out windows at this time of year, but when Loki entered the room carrying an egg sandwich, a little pile of fresh potato chips, and a glass of coffee, you placed yourself firmly within brunch territory.

Loki flicked on your sunlamp, gestured at the chair, and handed you your brunch once you'd taken your seat.

You munched your food and absorbed your light while Loki laid out the day's plans. You'd get dressed in a ceremonial outfit that included your armor and helmet, and join the parade that was gathering even now.

They were initially going to put you on Sleipnir. You had asked them not to. Sleipnir was magnificent, but you had no connection to him, nor to Leynarodd, who was the second choice. Your sweet, stout, shaggy little Acorn was who you preferred, a horse that belonged to no one initially, but who had formed a trusting bond with you.

Your clothing was, predictably, green, the underdress and apron a dark mossy color, hemmed on all edges with fine gold braid, embroidered with stripes of delicate knotwork, and your mark, also in gold. Over the top of this went your quilted tunic, in it's shimmering jade, and then your armor; the breastplate, the tassets, the bracers, pauldrons, greaves, and poleyns, though the last two were not visible. They went on over the leather trousers you'd been given to wear under your dress. They were sleek things, made of tough black leather, pleated in diagonal patterns, just like something Loki would wear. You thought the pleats had the advantage of putting more leather between you and any danger, and were flexible as well.

There were actually places where your familiar oval brooches could be fastened, your strings of shining beads strung between, your chatelaine dangled. Your belt was tooled leather and brass findings, hung with a leather purse, your Yggdrasil phone case, a small drinking horn carved with your mark, and of course, your knife. A little burst of deep pink against all the gold, green, and black.

You wore a minty-green velvet cape, a gift from Andsvarr, and your beautiful helmet to top it all off. You truly looked like something out of a fantasy novel, someone who looked like they should be standing next to the legendary figure that Loki currently cut.

He looked enormous, with his many asymmetrical layers, and molded shoulder guards, his billowing cape and hair spilling from beneath his magnificent curling horns. He shone with nornbein, and his cloak, shot with silk, shimmered subtly.

“You're so beautiful.” you mumbled. Loki smiled, and leaned down to adjust your cape, cheeks dusted with pink.

“Thank you.” he said, “I make every attempt. Though I think I will fade into the background under the power of your radiance.”

Warmth rushed to your face.

“Um, I know we've got to hurry and get Acorn, but I want to ask you a favor, Loki.”

“Anything. Tell me what it is and I'll make it so.”

You took a deep breath.

“I need you to stop trying to impress my father.”

The pink on his cheeks transformed into bright red.

“Ah. Yes, I rather hashed that, didn't I? I apologize. I thought that was still standard procedure, but your father, uh, explained otherwise.”

“Mhm, I'll bet he did. Look, I know you wanted to surprise us, but when it comes to things like that, you really oughta run it by me first. I could have told you that wouldn't work out the way you thought it would. You know, saved you from being chewed out like that. You can let me save you sometimes too.”

“ Like with the Huldra.”

“Kinda. Dad's not as bloodthirsty as she was, but he's a lot more stubborn.”

“Like father, like daughter, hm?” he teased.

“You have not seen me be stubborn yet.” you warned, and he gave you a quick smooch.

“A blessing, I'm sure. Very well, I agree. Surprises get run by you. Anything to save me from another tongue lashing. That man truly does not hold back.”

“I mean it though.” you persisted. “I'm not saying that you can't have any surprises at all, but talk to me about big stuff like that. If it's something that Asgardian law or custom would demand, but would be insulting to a human, we can maybe hash out an alternative that would satisfy both. That's the point, isn't it? Please, I really don't want to deal with anymore trouble between you two. Don't get hung up on impressing him, he has every reason to reject it, and he will. No more gifts, no toasts, no calling attention to him in public, nothing. He hates being the center of attention. Just let him be a guest, and see, without interference, that his little girl is doing fine on her own.”

“I really didn't mean to make him so angry.” Loki said, a little crestfallen. “And the more I tried to explain, the angrier he became. I just wanted him to know how much I value you. I wanted you to know too.”

“Material culture is different where I'm from. There are places in the world where that would have been understood and appreciated, but we've stopped doing it. In the same vein, fathers don't make all the decisions for their daughters anymore, so you don't actually need his approval. But...I need you to understand, it's not just that you took away his child, though that's bad enough. It's that I'm the only family he has left. My grandma only had one kid, and that was my dad. And she's dead, and so's my granddad, before I was even born. And then my mom died, and Beth too, and so I'm all that's left for him. And I have this giant Sword of Damocles hanging over my head all the time, and he's had to worry about that for my whole life. Most of the women on my mom's side all died from this, but occasionally, rarely, there's one that doesn't. I'm starting to hope that might be me. Maybe the magic is protecting me. But he's not going to be able to accept that so easily. I'm all he had left, and you took me away. That's all that's going to be important to him. You didn't even have to do the things you did in New York, this is the worst possible crime you could commit, in his eyes.”

Loki heaved a sigh of remorse. “And I cannot even return you to him. It seems there is one more thing I cannot set right.”

“The best you can do is make sure I'm okay. And don't bother him anymore. And maybe let him come visit more often. The more he sees me living my life and being fine, the more confidence he will have that I'm actually safe here.”

“I shall endeavor to help you thrive.” Loki promised.

“All right, so if that's settled, we should go get our horses.”

******

Acorn was, like you, a bit overdressed in your opinion. Long tabbards and blankets covered her from nose to rump, green and gold, embroidered with oak leaves. They were so long, they almost brushed the ground. Ribbons were braided into her wild mane and tail, and bells jingled with every movement. Like you, she could barely be seen under her splendor. But she was probably warm, and happily accepted a carrot from your hand. Placid as always, she let you up on her back, and fell into step behind Leynarodd, who likewise, followed up behind Sleipnir, whose hooves still rang like bells even over the thin layer of packed snow that covered the recently cleared streets.

There was a whole procession of people-this was a parade after all, and Thor, on Sleipnir, was preceded by the twin Valkyries, carrying Asgardian banners, as well as several musicians, and Beli, who chanted an ancient epic on the exploits of Buri.

Saga had translated the chant for you a while ago, and it sounded something like the sensationalized, self-aggrandizing boasts of pharaohs, or Mesopotamian kings-the kind that claimed to be rulers of the world, or rulers of the heavens themselves, to have battled armies of demons, killed giant lions with only a stick-that sort of thing. But when Beli called out those verses in such an ancient dialect of Asgardian, the words themselves felt powerful.

Thor followed slowly, Sliepnir plodding along, both of them absolutely huge. Loki and Leynarodd came right behind, only slightly smaller. And then you and Acorn, almost comical in your stature, diminutive by comparison. You were keenly aware of it, but either all of Asgard was too polite to say anything about it, or they simply didn't care.

The human guests, corralled in roped off areas, whooped and cheered when when you passed. Behind you, more musicians played, and a circle of Seidkonas walked in silent dignity. Then came more banners, the rest of the Valkyries, representatives of each noble house and guild, and the rest of the Aesir in Asgard, provided they didn't already have another position in the parade.

After them, the gathered Asgardians began following, lengthening out the procession, bright balls of magical light bobbing overhead. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, and would be slinking away in a mere three or so hours, so the mage lights sparkled everywhere. Helpful Einherjar herded the humans to the next specially roped off area, so they could follow the parade as well; you caught a few amused faces at the playful rowdiness displayed by celebrating humans.

That was just how humans were when they were excited about something. Humans loved to holler, to jump, and dance, and clap. Some of them were even trying to keep time with the music.

You weren't actually able to pick out your father or Tara in the crowd, nor anyone else you knew, so you just kept your head forward and your back straight, trying to look as dignified as you could.

You'd only ever seen a few of what you considered 'proper' parades: in a small town a parade mostly consisted of people waving from the backs of neighborhood pickup trucks and tractors, maybe decorated with balloons or paper chains, blasting music from dusty old speakers. In the autumn, there might be pumpkins and corn stalks, and usually hayrides. But never anything like this spectacle.

As you got closer to the construction site, the apprentice mages responsible for all the floating lights started throwing sparks from their hands, like colorful sparklers. The gathered Asgardians began lining up in their designated areas, ready to play their part. The foundations had already been dug, and everything that needed to go into them was already there. All that remained was the pouring.

Thor, Loki, and yourself dismounted as close to in unison as you could manage, the horses carefully lead away to a temporary enclosure. You headed to the stack of decorative bricks, and took your place among the Asgardians there, while Thor gave the order for the cement to pour.

While this went on, Beli gathered his students and skalds in front of the Huldrastone to recite a modern epic. Within the first few verses you realized that it was about the Huldra's attack, and your confrontation with her.

Of course, the poem was much cleaner and more elegant than the actual events had been, but certain things had still been included. Your ears burned beneath your helmet when Beli reached the part where you had 'bestowed upon the fallen prince, a gentle sacrificial kiss, knowing that to trade life for life would grant him breath once more.'

You had finally spotted your father and Tara in the crowd; he crossed his arms and glared upon hearing the verse, while Tara gave you a cheezy grin and thumbs up.

As the poem reached its conclusion, the cement finished pouring, and a new recitation began. As Thor and Loki knelt and began scratching ritual runes into the wet cement, Beli's current group of student came forward and began telling the story of Beli, while apprentice mages illustrated the words with colorful, stylized illusions.

There were harrowing battles against huge stone people, the construction of the original Bifrost, which at that time connected a fleet of alien ships to one another. The illusions showed the gathering of construction materials, the building of a platform in space, and the grand revelation of the crystalline platform upon which Asgard slowly grew. Mountain and plain, river and ocean, building after magnificent building rose into the sky. Their ships captured and carved an asteroid, then set it in orbit as a bright new moon. All this was accomplished by the use of a glowing, icy blue cube that was difficult to look directly at. It was compelling though; it caught and held your attention with its beautiful, sparkling light.

You knew what that device was: you had learned about it in your lessons with Saga. It was the object known as the Tesseract, a four dimensional creation meant to house the incredible energy of an Infinity Stone. Perhaps that was why it was simultaneously fascinating, yet hard to perceive. Your curious human brain was drawn to its uniqueness, yet equally unable to fully fathom it.

That device was the key to Asgard's existence and eventual success. It was unthinkable to you that Odin had just lost it on Earth, as Sagas histories had proclaimed. It must have been a terrible loss.

Thor and Loki completed their carving, and began the process of imbuing the foundations with divine power. Goosebumps rose on your arms, and there was a pricking in your sinuses, like you were about to sneeze. There was almost a flavor to it.

The actual blessing didn't take nearly as long as the rune carving ritual, and soon, the two brothers stepped back, to allow others to begin their work. More mages worked a spell together that lifted the water out of the cement, drying it within moments. People came forward with wires and pipes, floor and wall supports, insulation, hammers, plaster, bricks, and mortar. In rotating lines people laid flooring and installed fixtures, scraped grout and assembled frames. Every now and then youths moved through, sweeping up dust, always away from you.

It suddenly became clear that that was why you were so far back in line, why you'd been assigned a decorative brick, something that would be placed near the very end of the construction. There would be no dust then. Gratitude swelled in your chest, but you said nothing. There was singing now, simple, repetitive melodies that sounded like work songs.

Every hour, volunteers carted huge, heated cauldrons around the lines and groups of human spectators, dipping out hot drinks like witch's potions, and it was possible that there was a simple sort of magic in things like hot chocolate, strong coffee, and buttered rum on a cold day.

The building went up faster than you thought possible, the widows, doors, and lights being set into place as auroras began ribboning across the sky.

Finally, there was one brick left. You lifted it up, as the singing seemed to intensify, scooped some mortar from the pail, and fitted it all into the only remaining slot. Giving the brick a light pat to make sure it was secure, you turned back to the assembled crowd.

“We did it.” You said, and the cheering began.

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Close Your Eyes to This Disaster Chapter 4: …Trapped in Your Cage

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Chose Not to Use, Rape/Non-Con Category: Other Fandom: Transformers G1 Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Megatron, Soundwave Additional Tags: Dubcon, Sticky, Abusive Relationships, Mind Games, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Canon-Typical Violence Words: 5290

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After the little incident with Megatron, some smartass decided that it wasn’t safe to assign the twins to the longer patrols. Or the mid range patrols, even. Or any that went outside of highly populated areas. The only good thing about that was that they were stuck on asphalt roads and not abusing their undercarriage on someone’s orders.

Those restrictions alone would have been annoying enough, but on top of them they got a command all the way from the Prime himself that they weren’t to leave the Ark’s vicinity even during their free time.

Because it wasn’t safe. Primus forbid something happen to the twins. Their own concerns over the situation were rapidly drowned out by everyone’s intent to fragging coddle them, as if running into Megatron without backup was the worst thing that could ever happen.

Granted, it would likely end very badly for them one way or another, but slagging pits shouldn’t they have been the ones to make the choice on whether or not to take that risk? Did the command really care for their wellbeing that much, or was it about their value to their faction? They may have lacked rank, but not skill. They were an asset on the battlefield, and held no illusions to the contrary. Losing them would be a notable hit for the Autobots.

Whatever the underlying reasons that they ultimately cared little about, the brothers didn’t last long before their frustration mounted to uncomfortable levels. They sparred and sparred some more, got even more promiscuous than they usually were, but their efforts to expel their energy only pushed back the inevitable. There was a whole planet right there, and they were forbidden from making the most of it? For god’s sake, it wasn’t as if they were traveling in fragging space and stuck on a ship because of that! It would’ve been a good reason to just put up with the whole slagging thing, even if it would have started to get tiresome.

This? This didn’t have a good reason, no matter what some others seemed to think. They endangered their life every time they stepped on the battlefield, but they wanted to effectively lock them up until risking the battlefield was the only risk they were allowed to take? They hadn’t signed up for this.

Things came to a head, but not violently—for once. Instead they approached Cliffjumper when the minibot with Brawn were scheduled for one of the longer patrol routes. There was no love between them, and they predicted right that Cliffjumper didn’t give two frags about their safety in relation to Megatron. He was happy to change shifts with them after Sideswipe bribed him well enough, not one word said about the what if.

What if something did happen?

Who the frag even cared at this point. They sure didn’t.

It was a nighttime patrol, half intentionally on their part—late hour and most of the mecha were following the planet’s day-night cycle and opting to recharge. Less sparks to catch them sneaking out, to the effect that they did indeed get out of the Ark without anyone stopping them.

They were far enough from the downed spaceship to relax when none other than Prowl pinged their comms. They could guess what that was about, and when they opened the connection, sure enough…

::Twins. Turn around and return to the Ark and your assigned duties.:: Prowl’s tone was clipped in the way it had a habit of being when he was pissed.

Were they anyone lesser they may have even listened… But they weren’t. ::Nah, don’t think I will,:: was all Sideswipe said as they continued onward, following the patrol route like good little mechs.

::That. Is. An. Order,:: Prowl not quite hissed, not quite growled, but still managed to make it clear he was getting angrier with every word. Disobedience just didn’t set so well with him.

::We’ll be back after we’re done with the patrol, don’t worry,:: Sideswipe assured him, as if Prowl wanted assurances right then.

::Should the end of Cliffjumper and Brawn’s patrol be your time of return, I promise you, you will regret it.::

Honestly, they probably would, knowing Prowl. Did they care?

After being cooped up because of someone else’s will, not really.

::We’ll return after the patrol,:: Sunstreaker growled. ::Do what you will then.:: With that, they cut the connection, blocked out their comms, and drove faster—just in case Prowl got the bright idea to send someone to fetch them back, unlikely as that was.

But they got what they wanted in the moment: they were on a patrol that should take them most of the night. If it wasn’t a chance to let loose and unwind, Sunstreaker didn’t know what was. So they drove… And drove… And drove, along roads near abandoned by the humans, enjoying the starlit sky and the crescent moon, the lights of a city in the far distance. The cool night air washed through their vents, taking the heat from their roaring engines.

Two and a half hours and absolutely nothing happened. They weren’t lulled into a false sense of security during that time, but still holding onto their caution or not, that helped them none when the sound of a jet approached them at a concerning speed.

It wasn’t an Earthen jet. No Earthen jet sounded like that.

They went for their comms immediately, but those were already thoroughly blocked. A bit of a déjà vu?

They could never outrun a fragging jet, so the twins stopped instead, in the middle of absolute nowhere with nothing in the form of cover nearby.

In other words, they were screwed.

But that didn’t mean they’d go down without a fight. Transforming out of their alt-modes, the brothers turned to face the flier that could be no one but Megatron, a fact confirmed not with the help of a signature—there was none to be found—but with their optics once the jet got close enough. They could recognize it well enough. Cybertronian in design, making not the slightest effort to blend in on the organic planet, and colored in simple silver. Soundwave was likely aboard, judging by the effectiveness with which their communications were obstructed.

Megatron flew all the way to them, only slowing down to transform some paces from them. Soundwave did indeed appear on the same move, landing next to his leader. The Decepticons wasted no time, approaching as soon as they were on their pedes.

The twins held their ground, Sunstreaker’s deep growl sounding his rising anger in time with his field lashing out with the same emotion. Slagging Megatron was the fault they even had gotten written off patrols like these, and now that they had managed to get on one anyway? Look who’s here.

They drew their weapons, all four of them, a rather clear indication that this wasn’t going to be a friendly meeting. Sunstreaker squared his shoulders and took two steps closer to the Decepticons, ready to meet them with the violence that was really the only appropriate response in situations like these, no?

But… “You haven’t changed,” Megatron said unexpectedly—almost fondly.

That was enough to halt Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe by extension, the both of them frowning in confusion.

Changed from what? “The pit’s that supposed to mean?” Sunstreaker demanded, his engine revving in warning when Megatron was mere inches away from the range of his sword. No surprise, Megatron didn’t take heed, and unlike last time, took the first attack.

Sideswipe would have attacked the warlord with him, had Soundwave not moved to intercept him, forcing his brother off to the side where he wouldn’t be able to intervene without going through the Third first. It was to be just Megatron and Sunstreaker, again. This time Sunstreaker was expecting it and quickly took notice that it didn’t look like Megatron’s goal had changed—injure, cripple, but don’t kill.

Well, Sunstreaker was out to kill. The bastard had managed to become a personal problem on top of being the embodiment of the entire enemy faction. He had no reason to hold back, and every reason to give it his all. He made Megatron work to cut down the amount of damage the tyrant was receiving, but, unfortunately and as before… It was quickly Sunstreaker that began to gain the greater number of injuries despite his best efforts, even if he managed to stay out of the way of the worst of it—block this or dodge that with only half of the damage intended actually landing on him.

Half the damage too much. Megatron wasn’t faster than he was, he wasn’t as agile, but he was several times stronger, not to mention more durable. He could take more punishment than Sunstreaker could ever dream of, and there was strength behind his attacks that Sunstreaker simply couldn’t match, and couldn’t take in full force. One strike of Megatron’s sword across his chest cut him too deep for comfort, even if it was clearly not intended to stab him in a way that would have endangered his spark. Another sank into his thigh, barely missing components that if damaged, would have given him one mighty limp. His shoulder got the same treatment.

Pain or not, Sunstreaker didn’t allow himself be distracted. That would only result in… Well, not death by the looks of things, at least not instantaneously, but definitely in Megatron succeeding at whatever the fuck he was trying to achieve with all of this.

However, he paid a bit too much mind to the warlord’s sword, and with Sideswipe occupied by Soundwave, his brother couldn’t alert him to Megatron’s intent before it was already too late—a servo armed with wicked claws struck forward, catching into the gape on Sunstreaker’s chest Megatron’s damned blade had left behind, and thrusting up.

And this time his spark was definitely threatened. Sunstreaker could feel the claw tips pressing against his spark chamber, and didn’t fool himself into thinking Megatron wouldn’t have had the strength to pierce through all of the shielding and snuff his spark within seconds.

An ugly snarl twisted Sunstreaker’s faceplates, but he slowly and with very clearly broadcasted motions placed his sword back into his subspace. Dropping the thermal blade to the ground would’ve only started a wildfire, a fact he trusted Megatron was aware of, and the tyrant did indeed allow him to subspace his weapon fully.

He was staring potential death on the fragging optic by meeting Megatron’s gaze. He couldn’t read it, though. He couldn’t read his damn field for that matter, the current thoughts and emotions of the nemesis of their race veiled from him. Expecting the worst all the same, Sunstreaker tensed from helm to pede when Megatron retracted his own sword and reached for him–

But instead of ripping his helm off his shoulders or whatever, his servo came to his chin and the tyrant’s thumb–

Brushed across his lower lip.

If Sunstreaker wasn’t still before, he sure as fuck became still as a mech already grey at that move. The surprise that hit them like a freight train had Sideswipe stumbling with a gasp, and Soundwave ruthlessly took the chance to send him crashing down and pin him there. His brother cursed, but quickly confirmed he wasn’t going to escape the hold with his life intact, and… That was it for them, was it not? They’d lost good and proper.

But they weren’t dead. That was one small victory, but time would show whether it would remain that way.

It would just be lovely to know what the slag Megatron was doing.

“Do you not remember me?” Megatron asked, his thumb running over his lip again, this time with just a touch more force. Sunstreaker scowled and tried to jerk his helm away, but Megatron both caught his chin and pressed the servo in his chassis deeper, clear in not allowing something like that.

Sunstreaker scowled harder. “What kind of question is that?” he growled back, quite effectively submerged in a pit of confusion. Somehow he got the feeling Megatron wasn’t just meaning his formless status as the enemy leader, or the times they’d seen each other in the battles here on Earth.

Megatron didn’t look pleased or displeased by his answer. He merely… Glanced to the side, at Soundwave and Sideswipe, and nodded.

At once Soundwave had forced one of Sideswipe’s ports open. “Hey–!” was all his twin managed before the telepath plugged into him, both him and Sunstreaker flinching at the potent intrusion into Sideswipe’s systems and psyche. Sunstreaker jerked to go help instinctively, a snarl rising from his engine–

But Megatron stabbed his digits upward just so and Sunstreaker’s vents seized when the tyrant’s claws truly did pierce into his spark chamber’s shielding. Not deep, not deep enough to take his life, but the warning was beyond clear. Sunstreaker had to still himself, his optics flicking between Megatron and Soundwave, uncertain which of them he was supposed to glare at when Soundwave went about rooting in Sideswipe’s systems.

There was a method to what he was doing in his brother’s head. He cleanly cut through all of Sideswipe’s internal defenses and went deeper and deeper into his programming, Sideswipe shivering beneath him from the sensation. The look in his optics was distant, and Sunstreaker had a front row seat to the way the red twin could do nothing but watch as Soundwave descended into the deepest reaches of his… Memory files?

He aimed into the distant past, yet ignored everything he came across until he arrived to the long span of blank they had never had an explanation for. Where they had simply assumed something had wiped those memories from existence entirely, Soundwave now focused on the empty space and… Uploaded a patch into Sideswipe’s systems? He went on to install it on that empty space, which had to mean there was something there after all–

And after a few more commands forced upon Sideswipe’s inner workings, it all came back. Every memory of that time was restored to its full glory and Sideswipe could do nothing but gasp as it all reintegrated with him.

Their optics widened at the same time, the memories of Sideswipe’s frame bleeding through to Sunstreaker as knowledge.

Knowledge of where they had been at that point of their life, what they had done…

With who they had been.

True recognition flooded in. Emotion, old emotion bled into Sunstreaker’s field before he could stop it, and as it swelled past his control, Megatron purred. “There you are.”

Sideswipe was wheezing and didn’t even try to get up when Soundwave released him. The telepath came over to Sunstreaker instead, and he wasn’t sure he would have fought the opening of one of his ports even if Megatron’s servo hadn’t remained as a warning in his chassis. Now knowing where to look, Soundwave took little time to locate the same blank in Sunstreaker’s memories. The same patch was uploaded and installed into his systems, and the memories, every last one of them, restored to their rightful places. It wasn’t just Sideswipe’s memories anymore, vaguely passed by their spark. Now they were all ones belonging to Sunstreaker’s own frame.

And Primus, there were so many. Vorns worth of them, and it would take a while to reintegrate all of them, but when he made a query—Megatron, Megatronus—the amount of returns was… Something else. The sheer size of the role Megatronus had in those memories spoke volumes of everything he had forgotten, and quite well explained Megatron’s seemingly abrupt interest in them.

It wasn’t abrupt. Just opportunistic. Old.

But as he shifted through the memories as fast as he was physically capable, a trend quickly made itself known. Sunstreaker’s optics narrowed up at Megatron who was staring at him with something expectant–

And Sunstreaker said: “You’re a real jackass, did you know that?”

Megatron raised just one optical ridge at him. “Really? That’s the first thing that comes to your mind?” There was still an undercurrent of a purr to his voice, his field pulsing with something entirely suggestive, and when the warlord’s thumb pressed against his lower lip again, Sunstreaker could make an educated guess of where his thoughts were supposed to go, according to Megatron.

But he wasn’t going to just play along. “Was it not supposed to be?” he asked instead, cocking an optical ridge of his own. “The last I remember you were trying to prevent me from going to a goddamn party.”

“You put up quite a fuss over that—and then you disappeared,” Megatron said, and now there was… A hint of a growl. Anger. Sunstreaker didn’t feel like it was directed at them, this time, but rather at whatever—whoever—had so stolen them from Megatron’s clutches.

If nothing else, the servo in his fragging chassis was carefully pulled away. Sunstreaker shuddered at the stabbing pain it caused, but couldn’t say he wasn’t relieved to not have the tyrant’s claws threatening his lifeforce anymore. Memories or not, he couldn’t bring himself to trust the mech any further than he could’ve thrown him. He carefully rubbed at the gaping wound once he was free to do so, not that that achieved anything more than more grating discomfort.

And he glared.

“You look different,” Megatron commented in the silence that followed, and oh dear but he didn’t sound happy about that.

“Yeah, well, if you haven’t noticed I’m not a Pit fighter anymore,” Sunstreaker grumbled, because this was one topic where he didn’t find himself in disagreement with Megatron’s obvious displeasure. He’d liked his looks, but of course, he very well couldn’t look quite so Kaonite among the Autobots.

So here he was instead, not looking as he had.

“Did the Autobots do this to you?” the warlord asked, now outright growling and gripping Sunstreaker’s jaw tighter until the smaller mech was grimacing. Oddly, Megatron’s hold immediately loosened.

“They didn’t do anything I didn’t agree to,” Sunstreaker argued back, but he knew his discontent was too visible. There was no way Megatron would buy that, even if it was the truth. Mostly.

“Did you have the option to refuse?” Megatron asked, confirming that no, he didn’t buy it.

But the golden twin just barked a laugh. “Some slag, coming from you.”

“I would have never stripped you of your edges like this.”

“What about all other shit you would do and have done?”

“Such as?”

“Primus, you really need to ask?” Sunstreaker growled and tried to jerk his helm away, not that Megatron was having any of it. “I can think of a goddamn laundry list off the top of my head, but we’d be here the whole night if I started repeating all of it. How about that party incident though, or how many times you straight up forced me into an interface?”

“And how many times did I give you pleasure? How many nights did we spend together?”

“Is that supposed to–“

Before he could say more, Megatron had leaned down and pressed their lips together, softly, gently—but when Sunstreaker tried to turn his helm away with a low snarl, Megatron only grabbed one of his helm fins and kept him right where he wanted him. Still Sunstreaker refused to return the kiss despite Megatron’s glossa requesting entry; the twin stubbornly kept his mouth closed. Megatron didn’t seem to care too much about that, and while he kept his control of Sunstreaker’s helm with one servo, the other began to… Travel. It started from his neck, blood soaked, dangerous claws brushing against the cabling there and then wandered down—carefully playing in the open cuts left on him by Megatron himself until Sunstreaker shivered from the shy increase of pain.

Then it moved on, slipping to his waist, dragging along seams… Lower still.

There was no question of what Megatron was after.

“Why?” Sunstreaker snarled, then gasped when the servo flashed between his legs, scraping the edges of his valve cover.

“Do you not miss this? Miss me?” Megatron murmured against his mouth, but didn’t give him a chance to answer before his glossa thrust in past his now parted lips.

Sunstreaker shook. There was no way that he could have missed something he didn’t even remember, but now he remembered.

He remembered the attraction, the danger, the strength—the bad and the good. He hadn’t made a habit of ogling the enemy leader, but now he didn’t need to have done so to know every detail of Megatron’s frame. Unlike Sunstreaker’s, it had barely changed over the millions of years the war had ravaged their species.

The millions of years they had been apart.

Had his spark had the time to forget those emotions? All the perilous thrill that had come to such an abrupt end, the magnetic allure that had never cooled back then in spite of everything, and perhaps still hadn’t. He couldn’t strike from his mind the way Megatron’s physique had always titillated him, how he’d loved every curve, every spike in his thick armor, making him look as dangerous as he really was—the embodiment of everything it was to be Kaonite, a gladiator.

Now it was wrong. They were on opposite sides of the massive chasm their race had been torn into by the same damned mech now touching him–

And still he couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny the way his spark quickened in its rotation, pulsing urgently.

It hadn’t forgotten.

Megatron’s touch never turned rough as he toyed with Sunstreaker’s valve panel, teasing and coaxing until Sunstreaker was squirming in place, unable to pull away with the grip Megatron maintained of his fin—and the tyrant still kissing him with heat. Where Sunstreaker had forgotten, Megatron had no reason to have done the same, but it looked like the warlord hadn’t gotten over his own feelings for him any more than Sunstreaker’s spark seemed to have.

Whatever those feelings actually were. Sunstreaker wasn’t sure what he should have called it, recalling all of the behavior Megatron had always displayed. Was it just his version of genuine love, or only possession and obsession?

If one day he might know, now wasn’t that time. In the present Megatron was expertly turning Sunstreaker’s frame against him, and before long he could no longer pretend his valve wasn’t slicking, that his ventilations weren’t turning unsteady. It wasn’t just about the physical sensation, either. That had to be the worst part. Memories, so many of them of situations just like this, pushed to the forefront of his mind—reminded him of just what Megatron could do to him, the ecstasy he could bring. His spark responded too, pulsing with vim even as his mind rebelled against it all to no notable effect. Good sense said he shouldn’t be doing this, that this was everything he shouldn’t be doing–

And yet, on one scratch across his cover, Sunstreaker couldn’t keep himself from groaning, and couldn’t keep his panel from retracting.

Megatron’s digits dipped in immediately, encountering all of the lubricant that had already gathered, and the tyrant purred with clear pleasure. Indeed, what reason did he have to not enjoy the way he could turn Sunstreaker on with such ease, as if he was irresistible to Sunstreaker… And maybe he was. The past sure suggested he was.

He should have fought it. Maybe that would have gotten him exactly nowhere, but he should have fought it out of principle. They were enemies. They had to be. Megatron was a Decepticon. Sunstreaker was an Autobot.

This was wrong.

But still, despite knowing that with every reasonable thought he had, Sunstreaker didn’t fight it when Megatron pulled from his mouth only to take a hold of him and gently lower them to the ground until Sunstreaker’s back hit it with barely a thud. Megatron didn’t quite pin him even as he caught Sunstreaker’s servos in his own and pressed them to the ground a little above his helm. Despite the tenderness of that and everything else, Sunstreaker wasn’t certain he could have actually pulled away if he had tried.

But he didn’t even try, not even when Megatron’s spike cover transformed aside. Sunstreaker didn’t look. Not like he needed to to know exactly what he was getting into.

Megatron released one of his servos to run his hand down Sunstreaker’s frame, all the way to his hips that he then lifted, aligning their equipment. The tip of the tyrant’s spike nudged against his valve entrance and Sunstreaker shuddered with his entire frame, his helm tilting back as Megatron began to push—slowly, but never once stopping. The entry was controlled, methodical, and Sunstreaker did no more than feel every inch, every caliper that expanded, gave way to the wide length pushing into him. Among the Autobots, few on top of Optimus could compare to this, and Sunstreaker wasn’t sure his frame and spark didn’t welcome Megatron with far more affection and eagerness than they had ever done with the Prime.

He was gasping by the time Megatron’s hips were brought flush to his. The warlord rumbled as he stopped there, simply enjoying the heat of Sunstreaker’s frame and the uneven clenching of his calipers as they adjusted around his girth. Sunstreaker gladly took the moment to try to arrange his thoughts into some sort of order.

Tried to remember he wasn’t supposed to want this for so many reasons.

Then his once lover began to move, pulling back leisurely, pushing back in with the same calm ease—gentle as he ‘faced him. His mouth came to Sunstreaker’s again, lips pressing against lips. Sunstreaker’s parted before conscious thought caught up and Megatron claimed the invitation it wasn’t.

They kissed until Sunstreaker couldn’t find the will to not return it.

“Oh, how I have missed this,” Megatron breathed, pulling away from his mouth only to dip his helm to the side. “Missed you,” was whispered directly into his audial.

Sunstreaker moaned—just a small sound, but he moaned all the same, as if those words were something he wanted to hear.

As if they brought him pleasure the same way the steady thrusts of Megatron’s hips did.

“You were mine once upon a time,” the tyrant continued. “Do you remember how I cared for you? Protected you, from your owner, from your inexperience—taught you until you could win every fight to the death.”

“Don’t take all the credit,” Sunstreaker would have liked to growl back, but the words only came out as a husky groan. “You weren’t the only one we trained with. You weren’t–“

“But I was the best and the only one who loved you. Recall my affection. Recall everything I did for you and still claim I didn’t have your best interests in mind.”

“Oh, I recall,” the twin managed to hiss. “Every time you tried to order me around, all the control you tried to exert over me. Tell me what to do, what not to do, when this, when that, who to associate with–“

“And you never listened to me. Don’t you see you left me no choice if I wanted to keep you safe?”

“My safety wasn’t your concern–!”

“But it was. Your misguided attempts to deny my help were just that: misguided. Was that not what led you here? Without your memories, no knowledge of all the time we spent together, as lovers, in love?”

Sunstreaker’s arguments died in his throat as Megatron sped up the steady rhythm of his hips, while still remaining as gentle as he knew the mech to be capable of. The softness… He doubted many had ever seen it.

But Sunstreaker had. It had belonged to Sunstreaker. Wasn’t it proof that not everything Megatron said was a lie? That maybe the now-tyrant really believed what he said? He’d brought terror upon their entire species, all but torn their planet apart, killed millions… Yet he fucked Sunstreaker so gently.

Kissed him with such care.

Sunstreaker could find no words to speak against the grey mech’s lips as the charge climbed higher, as his spark danced in all those long forgotten things he had been given back…

His overload was sudden and anything but insignificant. Sunstreaker’s back arched as the whiplash of energy exploded in his frame, sending him higher than he could remember being in a stupidly long time. He groaned deep from his chassis and Sideswipe repeated the sound to the side of them, where he still lay and now pressed his face into his arm as the overload claimed them both.

And the arrhythmic tightening of Sunstreaker’s calipers had Megatron growling two thrusts before he pushed in as deep as he could go and Sunstreaker felt the transfluid pumping from his spike, into the very back of his valve.

He slumped against the ground once the energy stopped exchanging between their frames, venting heavily. His optics fluttered back open, only to see Megatron already looking at him, his gaze the deepest red, reflecting nothing but his immense power.

Just as Sunstreaker remembered—and like he had never feared the intensity in it, all the promises it held of what Megatron was capable of… He didn’t fear it now either.

Megatron’s digits came to brush the side of Sunstreaker’s face, still so loving, at such complete odds of what he knew most thought of the warlord. Megatron wasn’t loving. Megatron wasn’t gentle.

Megatron was violence and brutality, ruthless in his pursuits. Nothing stood in his way.

And yet here he was… Anything but that, just for Sunstreaker.

Well, aside from the “nothing stood in his way” bit. Certainly Sunstreaker’s reservations were of no concern to him when they didn’t align with what Megatron wanted.

“Don’t forget me again,” Megatron murmured with one last stroke along Sunstreaker’s jaw before he withdrew from his valve, leaving the twin to shiver from the sensation of his retreat against sensitized sensors, and that of copious amounts of lubricant and transfluid both leaking out of him afterwards. Sunstreaker didn’t get up even as Megatron rose to his pedes, merely propped himself up on his arms and quietly watched as the warlord walked over to… Sideswipe.

Sideswipe, who still hadn’t gotten up himself, but was staring at Megatron with rapt attention. Their old lover crouched in front of him and hooked just one digit under Sideswipe’s chin, gently guiding him up onto his knees before laying a kiss on his lips too. It was a fierce thing, desirous, and Sideswipe mewled into it, unsure of how he was supposed to react—aside from the knowledge that he certainly, certainly shouldn’t have allowed it.

But he did. He did allow it, and when Megatron pulled away with one final bite on Sideswipe’s lower lip, his twin’s arms were shaking from the inarticulate bundle of emotions violently ricocheting between them. They could only name desire and qualm out of it all.

Megatron said nothing more; neither did the brothers. Or Soundwave, for that matter, whose presence they had managed to mostly forget with how still and unresponsive the telepath had been through everything. They only registered him again now when he transformed onto Megatron’s servo, the tyrant following that with his own transformation around his Third.

Then he was off, all over again, just like that… Except this time he had gotten what he wanted.

And by the pits the things he had wanted—and however more he would still want, now that they remembered. Now that they knew, again.

Megatron was their past, and after all this they wanted to make no guesses as to what their future would be.

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