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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Sideways

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress! Reader RPF

Word Count: 4.8K (I promise this was supposed to be a drabble)

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, RPF. Angst, Chris being an insensitive jerk triggering childhood trauma, foot in mouth disease, dorky Chris, friends to enemies to lovers (kinda), fake date to fucking, finger fucking, oral sex (f receiving), raw sex, begging, praise/good girl kink, mirror sex, acrobatic sex, raw sex, talk of testing, allusions to m receiving oral sex and throat fucking. Fluff. Not Beta’d.

A/N: This is another one for My #DJs2KHolidayVisit. No one asked for this but I’m blaming @ysmmsy and @maroonsunrise83, my evil muses. Also, I’m picturing Jodie Turner-Smith for this, but that’s just me. You do you Boo! Thank you so much for this milestone and for following me. Like, comment and reblog to let me know that you like it. Show some love!

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You didn’t usually particularly enjoy promoting films, but you were loving this tour already because you were genuinely friends with all of the cast.

You were being pushed to the front row of seats on the full cast lineup as the breakout star, a young lieutenant of the Dora Milaje and Okoye’s new second in command who irritates and beguiles the new king. All of the remaining Avengers were in the film, in addition to surprise cameos from Chris and Scarlett.

You looked in the full length mirror of the hotel suite used for press, on this, the first day in New York. You straightened the bright blue blouse that set your dark skin off perfectly and smoothed the soft white leather leggings that fit your form perfectly. You made sure that the straps on your high heeled sandals were straight and then you looked at your ass in the mirror. You wouldn’t be showcasing it, but it was a habit.

You caught Chris’ eye as you looked back at it in the mirror. He was looking too.

You smirked at him as he winked, licked his lips and said, “Looks perfect,” and then he blushed and ducked his head as he went and got a bottle of water before sitting down.

You smiled to your self and turned back to the mirror, smoothing your hand over your twa, eyeing your curls to ensure they were in place.

The whole crew was amazing and funny as hell and took you in. You had a fight scene with Chris and Seb and they were nothing but professional with you; it turned out to be the highlight of the film.

Early on in the day, one interviewer from The Daily Geek asked about the scene.

“Chris, how did you handle getting your ass kicked by y/n? She made it seem pretty easy.”

Chris made a face and sat up straight. You did as well, realizing that you had been leaning towards him and that your shoulder was touching his across your director’s chairs. You cleared your throat and your nostrils, which had been taken over by his scent.

“Well, I wouldn't say she kicked my assss….”

Everyone in the interview protested at the same time while you grinned and popped an imaginary collar.

“Being a former gymnast helped me get flexible enough to kick his ass, I must say.”

“No, you really must not.”

Chris’ competitive side was coming out.

“C’mon, Evans. You were really hurting after that scene. Had to go cry in your trailer. Face it. That woman next to you kicked America’s Ass.” Anthony was yanking Chris’ chain.

Chris turned to you and appraised you, and you did as well, smile bright and playful until his eyes flicked down your body.

“Well, I might concede that. But only because this girl is like 90% muscle. She’s a beast.”

You cringed as Scarlett shifted in her seat behind you. Danai took your hand as she was seated on the other side of you. You’d confirmed how much you hated the term, ‘beast’ because of your childhood. Being the only black girl in your class was not fun most of the time.

“I think what Chris means is...” Seb tried to salvage it as Chris barreled on.

“She has Wakanda’s Ass. Look at it. And those thighs. Did you see how she choked me out with them? Those things are killer.”

You were also the smallest girl in your class for years, until you hit a growth spurt your sophomore year. Back then, everything about your body was made fun of. This day was not starting off well.

You stared at him like he was crazy while he pointed those ridiculous eyebrows at you.

“Really? I can’t fucking believe you. Fuck you, Chris. Fuck you sideways. Asshole.”

You got up and went into the bedroom of the suite, slamming the door. You heard a clamor of voices as your friends started admonishing Chris and his defensive tone as he responded.

Everyone took a break as Danai and Scarlett pulled Chris aside, whispering at him furiously. As he listened, Chris was mortified. He didn’t mean it like that, he insisted, but his friends weren’t having it. They pushed him toward the door of the bedroom.

You heard the knock and quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up from the bed. You held your head high as Chris approached, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you low.

You liked like a queen as Chris walked toward you, and he was moved by the slight tremble in your lips.

Those lips, which he’d memorized every curve and crevice and which he’d fantasized about for months since you’d wrapped filming. He’d made you cry, and he could have kicked himself.

“Y/N, I…”

And then you turned to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes. That broke him. He wanted to wipe the tear that rolled down your face away with his thumb, but he stayed well away, a little worried that you might really try to kick his ass.

Fuck fuck fuck! You thought to yourself. Why does my rage turn into tears? I don’t want this joker to think he got to me. But..

“Chris, you hurt my feelings.”

Shit. Why did you say that to him? He didn’t deserve to know that. With most people, you hid your real self away, for protection. It’s part of what made you such a good actor.

But with Chris, even though you spent a short time with him, you never needed to pretend anything. He was easy to talk to and the chemistry just flowed. Chris and Seb were only on set for a few days, but it was the highlight of the filming for you.

Both Chris and Seb had parted with the charge to ‘keep in touch,’ but you didn’t and you told yourself that it was because you were busy completing the film and life in general.

You would have hit Seb up, but he was always posting his girlfriend, so you didn’t want to be that girl, and hitting Chris’s phone always made you start to think. Since you didn’t want to examine what you were thinking, you never got around to texting him.

When the screenings started, all anyone would talk about was the chemistry between you and Chris. It was like Sebastian, who was also in the scene, wasn’t even there.

All three of you laughed about it when you reunited in New York for the first time last night. You all hung out at a bar early into the night, bundled into cars in the wee hours of the morning, and thankfully waking up to skilled makeup artists who could erase the night before from your faces.

Now, you probably looked like who shot John, and you hurried to the bathroom as you realized it.

Chris followed you and you gave him a dirty look in the mirror as he leaned against the door frame. He looked like a lost puppy, those big blue eyes trained on you and you almost forgave him. Almost.

“Y/n. I'm sorry.”

“I’m okay Evans, don’t worry about it. Get back out there before they think we’re screwing in here or something.”

Chris stood up and cleared his throat, the red creeping up from his neck to his face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

You were hella annoyed at him.

“What??”

He looked at you, looking nothing like Steve Rogers, ex- Captain America and everything like a cute dork and said, “You did say, ‘Fuck you, Chris.’”

The joke didn’t land. You glared at him in the mirror.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Okay, okay..”

He raised his hands and shook his head at Delores, the head of PR for the film, as she entered.

When you went back out, your chair had been switched with Danai’s and Chris looked like a little boy, sitting there dejected with his bottom lip slightly poked out.

“You’re gonna have to talk to him later you know. He didn’t mean anything by it. This is going to eat him up if you don’t let him off the hook.”

Danai whispered to you and you just cut your eyes at her and then over to Chris. You humphed, and then sat up in your chair as the next media outlet came in. Chris sat up straight as well, Steve Rogers all over his face.

It was a long day, made even more exhausting by the tension with you and Chris. Ignoring Delores’s placement, the entire cast rotated into the seat between you and him, claiming they could feel the bad vibes. You just rolled your eyes at each of them.

By the time the day was over, you jumped out of the chair and grabbed your bag, ready to jet to your place.

“Oh shit.”

Delores was on her phone and looked over at you.

“What is it.”

“There’s a new item tmz that talked about the tension this morning. Claims that you and Chris hate each other.”

You looked over at Chris who looked back at you and smiled sadly.

“That’s not true. At least not for me. I don’t hate y/n.”

His eyes held yours again and your stomach flipped. You sighed.

“I don’t hate Chris. He just…I don’t hate him.”

You kept eye contact, feeling a perverse need to win the staring match.

“Then you need to fix this.”

Delores held up her phone to both of you.

An hour and a half later, you were in a sexy yellow dress sitting with Chris at The Milling Room. You were looking at the menu and wondering why you were being punished like this.

“They’ll never believe that we’re friends, much less anything more if you keep scowling like that.”

You deepened your frown and scowled up at him.

“Thank you for the note, Mr. Director.”

And then your entire face changed, your smile brightening as you reached for his hand across the table. Chris had to remember to breathe. Both of you jumped a little at the spark of electricity that passed between you, then Chris reached for you again and ran his large thumb over your hand. You suppressed a shiver.

“How’s that?” you said through clenched teeth.

“It’s ok.”

Chris looked down, causing you to shift in your seat as he turned your hand over to draw on your palm. Then he hit you with those blue eyes, darkened with something you didn’t want to name.

“But I think this would be more believable.”

Chris reached for your chair and dragged it around the table closer to him. The sheer strength of that display did things to you that you vowed never to tell him.

Then, he put his arm around the back of your chair and leaned toward you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite. No one would know that you weren’t kissing. You began to wonder why that was so.

Chris’s breath fanned your face, the whiskey of his drink making you intoxicated. Yes. That’s what it was.

Chris’s hand caressed your shoulder as he straightened back up, a pained look on his face.

You cleared your throat.

“You’re a good actor.”

He shot you a look as he took a sip of his drink, his leg pressed up against yours as he relaxed a bit in his chair. He laughed.

“Am I?“

His remark was off putting, and you huffed in frustration, but fixed your face again. Then you thought about what Danai said.

“Listen. We’re friends, right? Let’s squash this. I don’t want to beef with you, and I don’t want to have to manufacture a fake romance with you to hide our true feelings.”

This time one eyebrow went up and that wasn’t dorky; it was sexy.

“Go on.”

You told Chris everything you’d told Scarlett and Danai.

“Damn, I’m sorry for being an insensitive, idiotic asshole. For what it’s worth, I meant all that in the best way. I recognize that the talk about your body was wholly inappropriate, especially in front of the media.”

His eyes scanned you again, making you feel naked. And you were not ashamed.

“But I was trying to compliment you. Your body is… very nice.”

Chris cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, adjusting the napkin in his lap.

“I mean, people talk to me about America’s Ass all the time, and many times it’s their way of saying they like it.”

The grin was too much.

“I can’t with you Christopher. Are you trying to say that you like my ass?”

“Hell, y/n, you like your ass. I saw you checking it out in the mirror.”

“Were you checking for me checking my ass, or were you checking for my ass?”

You were the cutest, sexiest thing in the world right now with this flirty behavior, and Chris wanted more.

“I can’t lie. That ass…”

Chris shook his head.

You laughed at him and he laughed with you. And then you began to have a real conversation.

Two hours later, you walked through the lobby of the hotel holding hands. You stopped at the elevator and looked up into Chris’s eyes. You didn’t mind at all that he had you in his grip, his large hand on the small of your back.

“Think the paps have enough shots of us canoodling so that they chalk up this morning to a lover’s quarrel?”

“But what about the method, y/n? Was it really a lovers quarrel if we aren’t really lovers?”

Chris’s deep voice flowed through your body as he leaned forward and kissed you. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

Your head was spinning as he guided you backwards into the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor before he turned around and gently pushed you back against the elevator wall, his hands safely on your waist, but caressing your sides. Your hands went up around his neck, and threaded into the hair at his nape.

You pulled apart and Chris rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

“Been dreaming of that for months.”

You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“Come on, y/n, I’m not acting here. Haven’t faked a thing all day. You had to know that I had a crush on you. Danai didn’t tell you?”

You squinted up at him, remembering one drunken night when your girl said something to that effect, but that you had purposely forgotten until now.

“Not… I didn’t know that Chris. I didn’t want to know. I was in denial about being attracted to you from day one…”

His lips came crashing down on yours, kissing you so savagely that you felt like your lips were bruising.

The elevator stopped and an elderly couple got on, commenting about how they thought it was going down instead of up.

You and Chris assumed the position, both backs against the wall and looking up at the floor indicator as you both tried to catch your breath. You reached up to wipe him off your lips.

“Don’t. I want it everywhere. Be a good girl for me.” He whispered it into your ear.

Chris’s low deep voice was speaking straight to your clit. You wanted to cry because your pussy was throbbing with need and he wanted you to be good girl. You bit your lip, tasting him on you, your eyes rolling back along with your head against the elevator wall.

Chis watched you, back arching and crossing your legs. He developed an irrational hate for the couple, because he was sure that if they weren’t there, he’d be at least knuckle deep inside your wet cunt by now. He knew it was wet because he was hard and he knew he wasn’t feeling this alone.

Chris looked up as the floors flashed by and willed it to go faster.

When it came to his floor, he grabbed your hand and started to walk out.

You resisted.

“Y/N?”

The way he looked at you, the promise in his eyes, was almost too much. Your legs moved apart from your brain.

When the elevator doors closed, Chris backed you up against the wall and kissed you again.

“Do you want me tonight? Because I’ve wanted you for months.”

Chris just looked at you, withholding all further contact until you answered. You felt a magnetic pull on your body that must have been real because you two were getting incrementally closer together. You looked into his baby blues.

“Hell yes.”

“Thank you god!”

Chris grabbed the hem of your dress and let his fingertips graze your thighs.

“Fucking love these thighs,” Chris sighed into your mouth. “We had to do so many takes of that scene because I wanted to stay between them forever.”

Chris’s fingernails scraped your skin, sending tremors up your spine.

“Had to go jack off in my trailer, twice, before I could calm down enough to be around other people. Especially you.”

You licked your tongue into his mouth, pressing your rock hard nipples against him. You felt the large bulge in his pants. You were ready.

“Damn, Chris, I could have joined you, because I was doing the same thing imagining you eating me out. I dream about it.”

“Fuckkkk! You mean we could have been doing this for months?”

Chris looked at you, eyes blazing.

“Well, let me make your dreams come true.” He started to kneel, but you protested.

“Chris, we’re in the hallway. I’m sure there’s cameras.”

Chris stopped and looked around, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time.

“That would make a hell of a video!”

He grinned and then bent down, throwing you over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway to his room. He slapped your ass when you started squealing, admonishing you to be quiet.

Chris held you steady on his shoulder with one hand while he fumbled to get his key out of his pocket. Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, looking up at chris who looked like a feral monster.

“Now who’s the beast?”

Chris nodded. “I am. I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get a whiff of that pussy.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, moving toward you.

You scooted backward, away from him, until he stopped at the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Then you stopped.

Chris smirked, eyes on the way your dress was riding up on those thighs.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress all night.”

You whimpered when he said that because he reached for you, sliding his palms along your thighs under the dress and grabbing the waistband of your lace thong and pulling it down, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He put it in the back pocket of his pants as he licked his lips. Your eyes traced his v-cut down his open fly. You wanted to see it and Chris read your mind, straightening up and flexing a bit before he disrobed completely.

“Oh my god!”

You said that aloud as his thick, veiny cock slapped him on the stomach. For some strange reason you wanted him to slap you in the face with it. You looked from his dick to his face and he read you again.

“Not before I taste you.”

But here he was stroking his dick and driving you crazy. You leaned back on your elbows and let your legs fall apart, knees wide as your dress settled in between your thighs, covering your nakedness from him.

“All that talk…”

“I’ll show you talk,” Chris growled and reached for your thighs, circling under and around to pull you down to the edge of the bed.

Your dress rode all the way up, giving him the view he’d been waiting for. Your dark, wet pussy lips made him thirsty, and his cock dripped precum as it bobbed in front of him.

He stood there and let it drip on your cunt, smiling when you shuddered and moaned when you felt the heavy drips on your clit.

“Such a fucking tease…” you pouted at him as he tsked.

“Be a good girl. Ask nicely for what you want.”

That voice.

This wasn’t dorky, anxious Chris. This wasn’t acting. This was someone else entirely. And you liked him.

“Kiss me there, please. My dreams…”

Chris pumped his cock over you, eyes watching your pussy clench with anticipation.

“Thaaat’s my girl. You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

He was on his knees and face first in your pussy before you knew it.

First, he nudged your clit with his nose. “Smell so fucking good.”

Next, he stuck his tongue out and licked a rude swath up through your folds, moaning as he went. It knocked you out flat on your back but you had to sit up to watch this.

“Tastes even better. Fuck!”

You stroked his hair out of his eyes as he ate you out, pausing every so often to roll your hips onto his mouth and have a slight neurological event at the talented tongue that was destroying you.

You gave up any kind of controlled movement when he put in one finger, just one, and it felt like a dick.

“Shit, you’re clamped down so hard on my finger. Gonna have to stretch you out if I’m gonna fuck you sideways.”

Your head snapped up. “Chris!”

He raised his eyebrow as he sucked your clit and crooked his finger. You snapped your mouth shut and hummed your way through an intense orgasm.

“Gooood girl.”

Chris added another finger and stroked you through it. You were a shuddering mess just from his mouth and one finger. There was dread in your heart as he moved up on the bed.

“Ok, time for this to come off.”

Chris was lifting the dress up and you quickly shimmied out of it as he pulled it over your head. He just sat there and took in your body, licking his lips and tasting you again.

“Can you get up on your knees for me?”

“You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

You giggled and got on your hands and knees as Chris chuckled and got behind you.

“This ass. Talk about what dreams are made of.”

He leaned down and rubbed his lips over your skin, relishing your curves and the rich texture of you, including your stretch marks, which he licked tenderly, making you shudder. You arched into his hands, which were palming your brown globes and spreading them apart.

“I can’t believe that I’m finally going to eat you out from behind.”

You looked back and said, “oh!” as chris dove in again, peering up at you from your ass. You reached back and grabbed his hair as he pulled you more firmly onto his face, humming as you came and holding on as you bucked through your second orgasm.

You’d collapsed on the bed.

“Holy shit Chris.” You raised your head.

“Don’t you want me to do something for you?”

Chris opened a drawer and retrieved a condom.

“Maybe later, but right now. Making you feel good is for me.”

You watched him as he tore the packet.

“Wait! I need to feel you Chris. I was tested last month, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Chris smiled. “Three months. And same.” The eyebrow arch. “So what are you asking?”

“Fuck me raw, Evans. Please? Pretty please?”

Chris was panting openly now. He threw the condom in the trash.

“Didn’t even have to ask nicely for that one.”

Chris got behind you and turned you on your side. You noticed for the first time that there was a mirror in the wall beside your bed. You and he made a beautiful sight.

He put both arms around you and played with your nipples, watching your face in the mirror.

Chris kissed your shoulder and trailed his fingers on your belly, making you laugh. Then he dragged them through the folds of your pussy, making you shudder. When he grabbed your thigh and pulled it up, it made you yelp.

He slid his dick in between your legs, the bumps and ridges on it sleeking through your folds and making you keen with pleasure and anticipation. He glided his tip against your clit and you erupted in an incoherent prayer for him to enter you.

“Nonononno…”

Chris was on the verge of doing it, but he knew that once he did, all control would vanish.

“Been thinking of how I would fuck you sideways all day.”

He pressed your thighs closed around him and groaned as he thrust in between them, skating through your slick.

“Fuck, those thighs are stroking me off so good and you’re so fucking wet, i could come just like this.”

It was true. Chris was dangerously close.

“Please, please, please fuck me. PLEASE.”

You begged him and he pulled your head back, whispering into you ear, “Good fucking girl. Asking so nicely for me to fuck you. Begging for my dick. Yessss.”

He reached for your thigh and pulled it up as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance, hesitating only momentarily before he pushed inside you.

“OH FUCK THATS ALOT!”

You screamed as Chris pulsed inside you, large and in charge of your nervous system right now. Chris grabbed your hip and you knew you’d be marked up tomorrow. You smiled at the thought and at the fact that he was moving now, your natural lubrication making him slide.

“Yes. It’s a lot. But you’re taking it so well. So fucking well, like the good fucking girl you are. Watch.”

Chris turned your head toward the mirror, and you grunted as you saw his big wide dick try to break your teeny weenie pussy.

Chris’ long fingers reached for your clit and just the sight of all that made you come almost immediately. By now, Chris had your thigh hiked up on his elbow, and was groaning himself.

“Look at that sweet sweet cream.”

Your eyes went where he directed and then to his in the mirror as he started shifting. He was smiling.

“So you used to be a gymnast, huh?”

Chris was pulling your leg up straight vertically and standing at the edge of the bed. He pulled you down and around so that your other foot was on the floor. You were in a vertical split with your torso on the bed.

“What… oh wow.”

Chris slid back into you in that position and it felt amazing.

“Fucking you sideways was the best idea… in.. the.. world.”

You just lay there staring at this sight, head on your arm, thinking that this had to be a dream.

“Your face is even more perfect all fucked out. Lemme see your cum face again.”

Chris started pounding you harder and you started clenching around him, moaning and expressing everything.

“So fucking beautiful when I make you cum. Wanna do it every day.”

This man was holding you in a vertical split, fucking you sideways and giving you the best dick of your life. Of course you squirted as soon as his finger touched your clit.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!”

Chris was finally shooting inside you, mixing his fluid with yours, you were making him weak, so he lowered your leg and you two collapsed in a messy heap on the floor.

There were a few minutes while you both came back to earth.

You finally spoke, voice hoarse from screaming.

“I, I have never…”

Chris nodded. “Exactly.”

He got up and then reached your hand, leading you to the shower.

“I know you're tired, he said as he turned on the faucet, “but you said you wanted to do something for me…”

The next morning, you and Chris arrived separately. The room was abuzz with the paparazzi photos from the night before. Seb raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?” You rasped, throat destroyed. “We did what Delores wanted.”

“What’s up with your throat?” Danai asked.

“I don’t know, I need a drink.”

You went to the catering table and got a bottle of water. Chris came up beside you. “You good?”

He was worried. He’d taken half of his fantasies out on you last night.

“I’m perfect.” You smiled at him.

“That you are.” He winked at you. “You need some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll go order some for you.”

“Thanks, Evans,” you croaked at him, checking him out.

“I need the tea.” You jumped, because Scarlett had walked up beside you.

“Did you two finally fuck?”

You just pantomimed a response because suddenly, your voice was gone.

“So what did it feel like getting your ass kicked by y/n, Chris?”

Chris cleared his throat while everyone chuckled. You played with the hem of your skirt and Chris’ eye was drawn to your thigh. You turned to hear what he was going to say.

Chris looked at you and smiled, but spoke to the reporter.

“Well sometimes things go sideways. And you’ve just got to enjoy the ride.”

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beann-e · 3 years

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How the MHA characters ended up dating you

Bakugou is the classic enemies to lovers I know this is basic but , seriously he didn’t expect for you to piss him off the way you did when you were transferred over.

All he knew was that they were getting an additional student with shinso and he was already hesitant on accepting that asshole so, you can see his problem when you came in right behind the purple haired freak “ who the fuck is that “

Which quickly turns into “ stop looking at their hero costume shitty hair “

Then suddenly a “ you piss me off so much but , your the only one who can kick my ass so I guess i’ll let it slide that you like me “

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Deku totally didn’t mean to screw over lida when he started talking to you that’s not what he wanted nor what he planned.

He was just helping out a friend , his best friend, Lida was appointed from class 1A to give you a tour around the school you being new and all. He was told to show off the schools courses and then finally bring you to your residing one of class 2B.

When he found out that you weren’t in the hero course he only found himself more interested in you because , why would the teachers tell someone you’d never see again to show you around school ?

He only assumed that it was fate when he figured out he’d developed a crush on you or actually when deku told him

Though deku was no better in any way at speaking to girls lida would not stop bothering him about it telling him it would only be appropriate to test the waters and have deku talk to you for him. Only to see how you’d react to being around a different guy since you’d only been around one other then himself and that was your principal

He wanted to see if you would be into rules ? if he should even try or if you enjoyed looser people like his friend

Lida enjoyed hearing all the second person stories about how you liked the school and even though you couldn’t be a hero you were happy to just attend and tell your friends later on down the line that you knew some of the hero’s that were making the world a better place but, what was originally second person stories for lida soon became first person stories for deku when he saw you smile gently at him whenever he spoke , or when you would wrap your fingers around his thigh while sitting down to try to steady yourself when you laughed or even when you said

“ Deku thank you for talking to me when I knew no one “ A smile spread across your face that melted his heart and told him he was in deep trouble he’d not only fallen in love with his best friends crush but, hed done it and didn’t feel bad

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Mina meant it when she said she was open for anything little did she know her everything meant you.

It was just experimental that’s what kids do right ? so how did a little cheek kiss turn into sitting in each other’s laps ? or how loud her cries were when she watched you become mesmerized by how quick todoroki could melt his own ice knowing she could do it ‘faster’ if she just threw some acid on it.

She honestly didn’t understand why she was holding your hand so tightly while you spoke to sato about what desserts you wanted tonight at your birthday party.

Only to laugh your ass off when sato told you mina put him in a headlock and told him to watch her while she made you cupcakes better than he ever could. Pushing everyone out of the way as she raced to the first chair next to you whispering in your ear softly as you blew out your candles

“ y-y/n I don’t know how to tell you this but “ her lip tucked into her teeth In fear before she puffed it back out to dart her eyes around the room only to come back to yours whispering softly

“ i’m not straight and I— I hope — I pray you aren’t either “ her eyes trailing to your lips before your confused eyes again

“ just please — please be anything other than homo “

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Kirishima thought you were cool I mean he always thought you were cool when you two were in middle school he’d see you hanging around mina saying how much it would mean to you to be a hero.

You loved the idea you wanted to help people you just — you wanted to create a sense of peace in the world and he knew it and loved you for it yet, he couldn’t talk to you not then and certainly not now.

So, he was only left thinking what changed as he flexed his muscles after beating up a villain smiling at his blonde friend ignoring the body he was holding

“ see bakubro how about I keep beating up villians and you keep saving hostag— y/n “

your eyes coming up from the blondes chest “ kirishima “ you looked at your bruised flesh feeling instantly insecure the pause before your words shook the already tense air “ hey”

“ hi um — kinda weird to meet here right “

“ I mean yeah — yeah totally “

“ yea— well I see you’ve become a hero “ your face had a look pass over it he couldn’t figure out “ what I couldn’t do “

“ hey don’t say it like tha-“ he sucked his teeth as he smiled trying to make sure his words were perfect for you “ i’m sure yo— “

“ I didn’t get in “

“ what “

“ I never passed I tried year after year and I ended up going to public school “ the words dropped off your tongue in disgust

“ wh— “

“ my quirk wasn’t strong enough they said“

bakugou scoffed as he rolled his eyes setting you down so you could stand on your own “ tch no shit that’s obvious the dumb loser made my job 10x harder because they wouldn’t just run “

his face was flamed up in annoyance just thinking about it “ said they wouldn’t leave till I got everyone else out first “

“ duh—maybe because that’s your job? “

“ no you asshat — it’s children , women, then elderly —and you don’t nag, smell like pennies, or look a day over 60 shitface so you don’t go last“

bakugou walked off voice low trailing off as he left you two alone “ messing up my schedule —my organized way of doing things “

“ y/n i’m so sorry you didn’t get to be a hero “ your body shook at his words as he stepped closer he was confident now you’d noticed and you liked it so what was this flutter that pounded up your chest that screamed to get away before you spilled all your middle school dreams about what dating him would feel like

“ but — I know that’s all you wanted you wanted to save and help people and I — just please I know it’s hard to not get your dreams but - “ he looked away before looking back at you determination laced in his voice

“ do you think you can settle for someone who is a hero —someone who can save people for you ? i’m not much —i know I never was which is why I never asked you out In middle school but I — please let me be your hero “

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supercorp-hosie · 3 years

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Thoughts on Holarke? Do you think they would have a potential start of relationship?

Thank you for asking! If I remember correctly you’re my first ask, congrats!

I love them, though I’m convinced that the writers are still obsessed with Handon. So the chance of happening is just low. Judging from “kids”, they kind of make themselves clear. I do think that Hosie has better chances than Holarke. Even they are all just as low as hell😂. My reason is Hosie happening can actually benefit the show more in my sense of logical.

Of course they have the potential of starting a relationship! If we don’t consider the writers as a variable, they can.

First, it’s the chemistry, I feel them the most starting from 116. They are fighting, working against each other, but they have this undercurrent beneath them, like a cosmic pull. During their hostility, they also get to gradually understand each other, I just feel that they’re just not entirely against each other. It’s just their stance that make them so. The aura I got from 116 when they grabbed each other’s neck, oh damn. That’s the first struck on me.

Secondly, their experiences are very similar. Their whole life is like an never ending trauma, as they said. It helps a lot for them to understand each other, because their whole lives, they are trying to break that traumatic cycle. They can feel for each other. This make them available to be close with each other extremely easy.

Next, they have some similar personalities. They always choose fight mode between flight or fight situations. They face them straight up, they work hard to solve the problems. In a Hogwarts house sense, they are definitely both Slytherin. They don’t actually care what means to use when it comes to achieving their desired results. Plus their wittiness, they can be great partners in crime.

Moreover, their differences are what bring them together too.

Fourthly, in the experiences perspective: For Clarke, he overcame his connection with Malivore, which is his huge breakthrough after hundreds of years. For Hope, her struggle with Malivore just barely started. Clarke’s experiences of working alone in this breakthrough of trauma cycle can be a great inspiration to Hope, as we can see in 316. He’s the one that can convince Hope to rely on friends and enemies, because he speaks from experiences. He can guide Hope through it. In the contrary, Hope has experiences in working with friends and family to overcome problems even though sometimes she prefer to work alone. Clarke hadn’t had a real friends for hundreds of years, so he will be very unfamiliar in the department, as all his life, he can only trust himself and all he knows is manipulating people into helping his cause. It’s easier when Hope helps him with that. It’s especially easier for them to communicate in that department because Hope had been a lone wolf for many years, it will help them being on the same page for starters, as to how to work with friends and family. They’ll need their unique way of adapting that. Clarke can help Hope integrate more and wholeheartedly because Clarke knows the importance of friends and family, he can bring Hope to integrate more along him in the process. Especially helping Hope strengthening her ties with everyone at the school, instead of how previously she just kind of abandoned her other relationships for Landon.

Besides, Hope has a better sense of morality than Clarke. She is more of a selfless person while Clarke has this habit of fighting for himself for a very very long time. She is not like Josie that can allow people to walk over her, and she will fight if people treated her wrongly. So when this blend with Clarke, there can be fights between them, but they can absolutely improved a lot because Clarke must have this urge to hold his relationships dearly after centuries of longing for them. It’s the motive that will make him develop a better sense of moral when treating people. As for working together, Hope can be the one that keep them in a right direction with moral. As a group without moral in achieving their cause always fail eventually, because people can’t always tolerate them. One day, a group without moral and justice will just meet its death from the crowd that they have wronged.

As for the age difference that people doesn’t like at all, I see perks from them. Yes the different viewpoints for certain things may be driving them apart, but they can also help with giving a new perspective of solving problems and experiencing life. The elder ones always consider more and rather conservative, the younger ones can be impulsive and innovative. The elder can guide the younger one with the problems that they encountered while the younger one can guide the elder one to embrace new concept and adapt to new things easier. They just balance each other out. Not to mention, Hope is bound to be a full tribrid sometime while Clarke has lived a lifetime, without the Mikaelsons present, Clarke is just the one to comfort Hope on how to face that fear of living a lifetime. Clarke can become a vampire.

In addition, there are actually great moments between them. “I don’t hate you”, the snarky banters, how Clarke can make Hope laughs, how Hope is the first to comfort Clarke in his whole life, “Merry Christmas, Clarke”. The comfort spell, and Clarke’s “thank you”. I just feel like even though they tried to kill each other, they just have this unspoken mutual trust between each other. There must be scenes that I don’t recall, I feel like there are more.

Most importantly, both of them are intelligent and resourceful, they can kick each other asses, even though Hope kicks Clarke asses more, but still. The one that knows you more is your opponent. It’s why that they can be your life-long opponent. They are equal. Even with the age difference, there are not so much power imbalance between them, the power dynamics can be healthy, they’re definitely not doctor-patient, boss-subordinate, teacher-student, etc. They are definitely equal, even though Clarke called them “kids”, but if he really think they’re not equal, he wouldn’t suggest friends and got a “frenemies at best” from Hope in return. I love when there’s this competition between them to kick each other asses, while at the same time, they’re working alongside each other, supporting each other with the same thing they want, and finally developed something. It’s an interesting dynamic. They’re definitely equals no matter what Clarke claims.

Every time Clarke says “kids”, I just think that do you remember how many times this “kid” kicks your ass? Sometimes I just see Lizdon in them. I’ll wait until the time where he got enough of it and finally admit that he can’t say “kid” anymore. Another thing is that, someone reminded me of this line where Clarke said he’s just a kid who want to be free of something? So that put them as equal too.

Hope and Clarke are these lonely souls that are always fighting against the traumatic events in their lives. Hope has lost so much while Clarke has nothing to begin with. They’re just Holarke, perfectly good to lick their wounds together, face them together , and gradually heal each other.

#holarke #asks #thoughts for Holarke #hope mikealson #ryan clarke #legacies cw #legacies #hope x clarke

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mldrgrl · 3 years

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The New Addition

by: mldrgrl rating: PG-13 Summary: Hanella welcomes a guest for the weekend

Even more rare than a call from Becca was a FaceTime. Texting was more her style. So, when Hank picked up his phone and saw the incoming video call, he answered immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“That’s how you answer your phone?” Becca said. “Why does something have to be wrong?”

“Many apologies, Daughter, but the infrequency with which you grace us with your face from a remote location are rare as natural breasts on a porn star.”

“Do you think that’s an appropriate thing to say to a daughter, Father?”

“Fuck no, but surprise calls make me nervous. What’s up, Kitten?”

“Don’t ever call me that again. Is Stella there?”

“Yeah, I think she was grading some exams or something, hang on.” Hank turned away from the phone and leaned over the sofa to try to see down the hall to the back room she was using as a study. “Stella! Stelllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Oh my god, why are you screaming at her?” Becca said.

“I like to take the opportunity to rehearse my Stanley Kowalski impression when I can. Here she comes.”

Stella came down the hall with her hands on her hips and her brows raised. Hank held his phone up so she could see Becca on the screen and she immediately dropped her hands from her hips and softened her brows, but she quickened her step.

“Becca, darling,” Stella said. “What’s the matter?”

“This is why I only text,” Becca said.

“Well, if you called more, we wouldn’t think shit had hit the fan somewhere.”

Hank opened up his arm as Stella came around to the sofa and sat down. She leaned against him and he adjusted his grip on the phone so they were both in the frame and so that she could also see Becca.

“I have someone I want you to meet,” Becca said.

“How the hell did you meet someone during a pandemic?” Hanks asked. “Oh my god, are you online dating? You know those people usually turn out to be serial killers.”

“Dad!”

“Darling, don’t worry, it’s still statistically a very low probability even if related crimes have been on the rise. Give me his name and social security number and I’ll run a background check.”

“Or her,” Hank interjected. “We’re still holding out hope she’s a lesbian.”

“This is the last time I am ever calling you,” Becca said.

“Does your mother know about this guy?”

“Or girl,” Stella added.

Becca sighed and rolled her eyes. She leaned down and tilted her phone at the same time so the view was of her ceiling and then she came back into frame with a small, brown poodle. “This is Ziggy,” she said. “A friend of a friend of mine was giving away her dog’s puppies and I picked him up this morning.”

“Lovely,” Stella said. “He’s very handsome.”

“I haven’t even met him, but I guarantee this is my favorite guy you’ve ever introduced me to,” Hank added. “Now you’ll be far too busy for online dating.”

“I’m not online dating, but I’m wondering if you can do me a favor?”

“What’s the favor?”

“Next month I have the writer’s retreat scheduled upstate. It’s just for a long weekend, Friday to Monday, can you watch Ziggy for me? He’ll probably be housetrained by then. Maybe. Hopefully.”

“Of course,” Stella answered, as Hank also said “Not a chance.”

Becca grimaced slightly. “It’s just that I’d really rather not have to put him in a kennel. I guess I can call Mom and see if she can pick him up, but it’s so far.”

Stella squeezed Hank’s knee. “You don’t need to call Karen,” she said. “We would love to watch him.”

“Fine,” Hank said.

“Thank you.” Becca smiled and held the dog closer to the phone. “Ziggy says thank you as well.”

Hank ended the call and then turned to look at Stella. She tipped her head back to look at him as well. He tried to scowl and she smiled.

“Why did you say no?” Stella asked.

“Why did you say yes?” he countered.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second.”

“Because I don’t see a reason to say no.”

“Because I got her a dog once and where do you think that dog is now?”

“I wouldn’t know, where is it?”

“I have no fucking idea, that’s the point. I went through all the trouble to steal the little fucker from the boyfriend of this woman I was...uh, actually it’s irrelevant how I acquired the dog, let’s just say I got a dog for Becca and fuck if I know what happened to the late, great Cat Stevens.”

“What in the world does Cat Stevens have to do with it?”

“That was the dog.”

Stella patted Hank on the knee and then tried to get up from the couch, but Hank pulled her back down. “I have to grade papers,” she said.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew about the naked shower party I’m having tonight.”

“Wouldn’t any shower party be naked by virtue of being a shower party?”

“That’s a very good point, Sherlock. I’d revise the invitation, but I’d rather just be redundant.”

“Mmhm.” She pushed on his knee and this time he let her up. “Text me the details, I need to get back to grading.”

“What, like a dick pic?” he called after her.

She glanced over her shoulder at him with one eyebrow raised. He waited until she was back in the study to unbutton his jeans.

*****

Becca dropped the dog off on a Friday morning, bright and early. Stella was awake to prepare for one of her classes, but Hank was still asleep. He didn’t hear the drop-off, but when he woke up and wandered into the kitchen to make coffee, he tripped over the dog, stubbed his toe, and shouted a ‘motherfucker’ so loud he was pretty sure he was going to get scolded for it later. The dog ran away.

“Yeah, you better run,” Hank mumbled, limping to the coffeemaker. “Fuck.”

Stella startled him not a minute later when she smacked him on the ass. He jumped and rubbed at his stinging backside, turning to her with a pout. She was holding the dog in her arms and it was whimpering and holding on to her neck with its head turned away from him.

“What was that for?” he grumbled.

“First, for shouting expletives whilst I was on a lecture.”

“I’m sorry, Sherlock, I didn’t mean to. Did they hear me?”

“No, fortunately, I was on mute. There are student presentations today. Which I must return to.”

“The damn dog tripped me and I stubbed my toe. It might be broken.” He leaned against the counter and lifted his foot up to show her his foot. “See.”

Stella reached out and took a light hold on his toe. He made a face at her and she gave it a rough tug to which he yelped and pulled his foot back.

“You’re fine,” she said.

“You’re mean.”

“Please don’t make enemies with Becca’s dog for the weekend.”

“He started it.”

Stella handed the dog over to Hank and gave it a scratch on the head before she walked away. “I put the instructions on the refrigerator,” she said. “Give them a read and then make yourself useful and take him for a walk.”

Hank pulled a sheet of instructions out from the magnet on the refrigerator and read through them. They were very detailed. Too detailed. He wanted to crumble them up into a little ball and burn them.

“Ridiculous,” he said to the dog. “When we left Becca with the babysitter the only unwritten rule was just not to kill her. You’re a dog, you should be pretty self-sufficient. Just don’t piss on the rug and don’t shit in any of my shoes and we’ll get along fine. Deal?”

The dog twisted and wriggled in Hank’s arms to be put down and so Hank put him on the floor. The dog sat down and then lifted a paw to scratch at Hank’s knee.

“Make up your mind, Zig. Up or down, what do you want?”

The dog barked once and then sneezed.

“I don’t speak canine.”

Ziggy whined softly and pawed at Hank’s knee again. The coffeemaker beeped behind Hank and he turned around to shut it off. He poured the coffee into a travel mug and left the cap off so it could cool a bit.

“Okay, Stella says you need a walk,” he said. “I need to put some pants on. Don’t lay anywhere where you blend into the floor. I need my toes.”

The dog followed Hank into the bedroom and immediately jumped on the bed. Hank shooed him off and undaunted, he explored from corner to corner, sniffing the walls and the furniture and the clothes on the floor. Hank snatched up the jeans Ziggy was nosing and put them on. He grabbed a fresh t-shirt from the closet and then went to dig through a duffel bag that Becca left for the dog’s leash.

It took Hank several attempts at getting the harness onto the dog. Number one, because he kept stepping out of it as soon as Hank got it on one foot. Number two, because he initially put it on backwards and didn’t know how the clip could possibly work when it was under the dog’s chest. He finally figured it out though and it seemed secure. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, a mask, and the coffee and headed to the elevator.

The half an hour walk with Ziggy made Hank understand the meaning of the term ‘boundless energy.’ If it wasn’t for the coffee, he couldn’t be sure he’d have made it. When they got back, he unclipped the dog from his harness and even though it felt like they’d just run a marathon, Ziggy dashed across the room and hurdled himself onto the sofa where Stella was now sitting. To Hank’s surprise, Stella laughed as she dodged excited kisses from the dog and didn’t scold him at all or tell him to get down.

“I am exhausted,” Hank said, collapsing onto the sofa beside Stella. He grimaced and let out a pained ‘oof’ as the dog stepped on his crotch and up onto his chest. “Fuck me, this dog is trying to kill me.”

“Have a nice walk?” Stella asked.

“That thing had to piss every five feet and terrorize all the squirrels and pigeons in the neighborhood.” Hank pushed Ziggy away when he tried to lick his chin and the dog laid down on his chest, panting hot and heavy in his face.

“How’s your toe?”

“What toe? Oh. Not broken, I guess.”

“Lovely.”

“He is a total chick magnet though,” Hank said, waggling his eyebrows at Stella. “Ladies were flocking to me like flies to honey. Almost got a few numbers.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t worry I told them my wife would kick my ass before she let me take a hot girl’s phone number.”

“I think I might join you for this afternoon’s walk.”

Hank chuckled and nudged Stella’s leg with his knee. “Kidding, Sherlock. Some kid did ask me if Ziggy had an Insta and then had to explain to me that any dog who’s anydog has an Instagram account and we should get on it the sooner the better if we want him to be a doggie influencer.”

“A what?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Looks like you have a new nap partner.” Stella inclined her chin towards the dog, who had dropped his head down to Hank’s shoulder and let out a deep sigh as his eyes closed. She smiled a little and stroked the dog’s back a few times.

“I didn’t know you liked dogs so much,” Hank said.

“More of a cat person, really. I don’t mind them though.”

“Did you read that list Becca left? It’s more complicated than the Treaty of Versailles.”

Stella chuckled. “It is a rather overly complicated schedule. For a dog.”

“I say fuck the list. I kept her ass alive for the requisite 18 years without a list, I can probably handle a dog for a weekend.”

“Tell that to Cat Stevens.”

“Oh yeah. Wherever the fuck he is. Okay, maybe we better stick to the list. Though I would like to point out, Cat was Becca’s dog.”

“Maybe that’s why she made a list this time.”

*****

Ziggy was sound asleep when Hank turned off the lights in the main room. The dog was passed out on his back, in his bed beside the couch, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Hank tiptoed past him into the bedroom and quietly shut the door. Stella was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. He came up behind her and pressed her into the counter with his hips, sneaking his hands up her shirt to massage her breasts.

Stella grunted slightly through her nose and pushed her hips back into Hank’s. She put her hand up to hold her hair back and Hank pulled his hands out from her shirt to do it for her. She leaned over to spit into the sink and he held her hair with one hand and stroked her neck with the other.

“Thank you,” she said.

Hank finger-combed Stella’s hair up into his fist at the top of her head while she wiped her mouth and then he let it go and rubbed her shoulders. She turned around and he held her by the hips.

“Where’s the dog?” she asked.

“Outside smoking a cigarette.”

“Do you think he should go outside once more?”

“He’s dead asleep. He was like…” Hank imitated the dog, rolling his eyes back and sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth.

“You’re the one that was worried about him urinating on the rug.”

Hank pouted his lips and then nodded. “Fine, I’ll take him upstairs. But, you better be naked when I come back, or else I’m sleeping on the couch with the dog.”

“I don’t think that’s the threat you believe it to be.”

Hank narrowed his eyes and pinched Stella’s hip before putting his mouth to her neck and nipping lightly at the back of her jaw. She laughed and pushed at his chest until he let her go. He playfully slapped at her backside on the way out of the bathroom and she swatted his hands away.

The dog was still sleeping when he opened the door, but he whistled softly and Ziggy startled to his feet and then shook himself. “Come on, hairball, we’re going outside.” He snapped his fingers a few times and the dog followed him to the door to the roof.

Ziggy was hesitant on the stairs, taking them slowly and pausing every few steps to get his footing as he hopped up. He ran around the newly landscaped deck, sniffing just about every nook and cranny and lifting his leg on half of them. It had gotten chilly since the sun went down and Hank, in bare feet and a t-shirt, hopped up and down a few times and rubbed his arms as he called the dog back.

Hank was forced to carry the dog down the stairs when he wouldn’t budge from the top. He made a few false starts, but ultimately sat down and wouldn’t move. When he put him down, Ziggy stared up at him and then stayed closed to his legs as he went back to the bedroom.

“You, stay,” Hank said, pointing to the dog bed.

Ziggy sat down next to the bed. Hank closed the door. Stella was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine or journal, which she set down on her lap and took her reading glasses off.

“Did you really think that’s going to work?” she asked.

“He’s fine.”

Before Hank even finished, Ziggy was yelping and scratching at the door. Stella raised her brows and Hank sighed. He opened the door and the dog came flying through, jumped on the bed and leapt onto Stella with his paws on her chest, wagging his tail and kissing her cheek and chin.

“Settle, darling,” Stella said, turning her face away and pushing the dog back. He gave a whining bark as he dropped down.

“Do they make ritalin for dogs?”

“He’s just a baby.”

Hank kicked the dog bed into the bedroom and then pushed it against the wall with his foot. “Go get in your bed,” he said.

Ziggy laid down where he was, next to Stella. He put his head on his paws and lifted his eyes up at Hank.

“Now he’s giving me puppy dog eyes,” Hank said.

“Shockingly, I believe that’s where that term came from.”

“Well, I don’t like it. It’s too effective.”

“Resign yourself to the fact that we have a little guest for the weekend.”

Hank grumbled under his breath as he went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He stripped to his jockey shorts and snapped off the overhead lights on his way back. Ziggy looked up from beside Stella like Hank was the intruder. He even had the audacity to give a little growl when Hank leaned over to give his wife a kiss. Annoyed, Hank flopped onto his back and the dog scooted closer and rested his head on his arm.

“Oh, now you want to be nice,” Hank said, reaching over to scratch the dog on the head. “I’m surprised Becca hasn’t called.”

“What do you mean?”

“To check up on the dog or let us know she made it to the retreat.”

“She’s been texting me all day.”

“What? What did she want?”

“Checking up on the dog.”

“She doesn’t trust us?”

“You didn’t question her motivations five seconds ago when you were surprised she hadn’t called.”

“I like to be fickle to keep you on your toes.”

Ziggy sighed and squirmed until he was on his back, all four paws limp in the air. Stella chuckled and rubbed his chest before she closed her magazine and tossed it onto the nightstand.

“We’re letting this thing stay up here, then?” Hank asked.

“Yes.”

“I think I’m more of a cat person too.”

*****

Hank was surprised that the dog was no trouble during the night. He woke briefly when Stella, always an early riser, got up and said she was going to take Ziggy for his morning walk and when she got back, would be entering in project results into her electronic gradebook for a bit. He grunted in response and mumbled a reminder to leave him some coffee.

When he finally woke fully, left the bedroom far more cautiously than he had the previous morning. Ziggy was nowhere to be found, but as soon as he started puttering in the kitchen, the dog appeared. Hank crouched down and gave him a few scratches.

“What were you up to, hm?” he asked. “Getting into trouble?”

Ziggy followed Hank as he went to the bedroom, most likely interested in the piece of toast in his hand. Hank held the toast between his teeth, wiped his hands on his jeans, and picked up his phone from the nightstand to text Becca.

Morning sweetheart. The furball is good. Not to worry. Haven’t shipped him off to a kennel yet and probably won’t. Have a good time at the retreat.

Hank took a bite of his toast and then tore a piece off and tossed it to the dog. Ziggy caught it mid-air. About thirty seconds later, he heard Stella calling his name and he snapped his fingers at the dog to get him to follow him out of the bedroom.

“What’s up?” Hank asked, and shoved the rest of the toast into his mouth.

“What did you say to Becca?”

“Hm?” he mumbled, mouth full.

“She just texted me and said you’ve implied the dog has been sent to a kennel and wants proof of life.”

“No I didn’t,” he said. “I said I haven’t sent the dog to a kennel so she doesn’t need to worry.”

“Why would you say that to her?”

“So she wouldn’t worry.”

“Well, she’s worried.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“I’ll send her a photo. Ziggy, come here, darling.”

Stella kissed the air a few times, but Ziggy thought trying to be caught was a game. He bounded away from Stella and then stopped and bowed down, his hind end in the air and tail wagging. She patted her knee for him to come, but he just jumped a few feet to the left and went back into the same pose.

“I’ll get him.” Hank started towards the dog and Ziggy barked and then ran to the kitchen. Hank ended up chasing him around the butcher’s block several times before he was able to catch him, but keeping hold of him was difficult. “Stay still, Zig.”

Stella knelt down and quickly opened the camera on her phone.

“What’re you doing?” Hank asked.

“Taking a photo.”

“A selfie?”

“Do you have another suggestion?”

“I don’t know, I don’t do selfies. Unless they’re dick pics.”

“Yes, I am aware, but we won’t be sending your daughter a photo of your penis.”

“Well hurry up, this guy is a bitch to hold onto.”

“Smile, darling.” Both Stella and Hank smiled as she held down the photo button, but Ziggy wriggled and squirmed.

“Anything usable?” Hank asked, setting the dog free.

“A little blurry, but they should suffice.” Stella got up and texted the photos to Becca. “She says thank you, and for you to never fucking text her again.”

“Brat.”

“You started it.”

*****

The day passed. They took the dog to the park. He napped when they got back. Hank worked on his book. Stella worked on a report for her class. In the evening, they lit a fire in the new firepit on the roof and cuddled up on the daybed with the dog between them.

“Should we get a cat?” Hank asked.

“Do you want a cat?” Stella countered.

“Not really.”

“Me neither.”

“It is kind of nice having this little hairball around though. Not that I want him to stay. He’s also annoying as fuck. But, nice to have around. For an hour or two. When he’s asleep.”

“Kind of like you.”

“Hey!”

Stella laughed and Hank pushed her down onto the bed, rising to his knees to lean over and nuzzle her neck. It was a ticklish spot for her, especially when caressed lightly, and it made her laugh harder. Ziggy barked from where he was wedged beside Stella and under Hank. He wiggled out from under them and then jumped on Hank’s back with his front paws, barking and growling.

“Relax, man,” Hank said, rolling to one hip off of Stella.

“He’s being a good protector,” Stella said, laughing when Ziggy nipped at the blanket over their legs and tried to pull it away.

“He’s being a cockblocker.” Hank wrestled the blanket back from the dog and then grabbed him under the chin, giving him a few firm scratches. “You know what, Zig? You be a cockblocker. You be the best cockblocker you can be, at Becca’s place. Cockblock the shit out of Becca, okay?”

Ziggy barked and wagged his tail.

“Good boy,” Hank said. “Good little cockblocker.”

“Don’t say that to him,” Stella said.

“Why not?”

“One day you will need to face the fact that your daughter is a grown woman who deserves a healthy sex life.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to throw up.” Hank groaned and flopped down onto the bed with his arm over his eyes. “Consider me officially cockblocked.”

Stella moved up onto her hip this time and put her arm over Hank’s chest. She kissed his chin and then pulled his bottom lip between her teeth. He grabbed her around the waist and grunted softly into her mouth. Ziggy trampled the both of them and stuck his cold nose into Hank’s cheek.

“Gah!” Hank groaned.

The licked furiously at the both of them and Stella released Hank’s lip with a laugh and a scrunched face. She buried her head down into Hank’s neck while curling into his side and Ziggy tried to wedge his snout down to keep licking her face.

“We are officially never, ever, ever, ever getting a dog,” Hank said.

“No argument from me,” Stella answered, sliding away from the dog and Hank and stepping off the bed. “Meet me downstairs and I guarantee you won’t be cockblocked.”

“Oh?”

“Naked shower party for two in ten minutes.”

“The naked is redundant!” he called after her as she walked away. He waited until she had started down the stairs to take Ziggy’s face in his hands. “Listen. This is a cockblock free zone, you got that? Keep it up and you just may end up like Cat Stevens. We good?”

Ziggy gave a short, gruff bark and then lifted his paw. Hank nodded and they shook on it. He got up and let Ziggy explore the roof for a few minutes while he folded the blanket up and put out the fire. Not for long though. He had a naked party to get to and he didn’t want to be late.

The End

#i wrote this #hanella #humor #DOGS #hank moody #stella gibson

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fuck-goes-on · 3 years

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dark! marcus moreno as a vigilante

warning/s: violence, blood control/thirst, death, mentally unstable character, hurt slight comfort (in the form of missy moreno), dark! marcus is a warning in and of himself

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well known now that i wont be following canon AND that this is very inspired by magneto and blood-benders right? right.

Marcus and Missy have been off-radar for months. the heroics have frantically searched everywhere, but their former leader was smart to know how to erase their tracks

the Moreno family eventually settles in a quaint town where nobody was nobody and anybody was anybody. it was a perfect place for Marcus to start his new life with his daughter

i’d like to think that Missy doesn’t grow up as angsty as she did at the beginning of the movie, since the people at the town didn’t really give a shit about heroes, and in turn, she didn’t grow up with the pressure of not having powers

however, ever since her mom died, Marcus started teaching her how to defend herself, letting her get familiar with his brass knuckle rings and showing her how to use them. he will not leave his daughter unable to protect herself when he’s not around her.

Missy is a natural with the rings, making Marcus feel a dark sense of pride over her. And if anybody at school decides to mess with her? let’s just say they do NOT want to get on Missy Moreno’s bad side

since Marcus doesn’t have a steady paycheck anymore, he took up several jobs in the town, from helping the neighbors, the bakery, and even the post office. on the outside, Marcus was a struggling single dad trying his best to provide for his daughter

but what people don’t know is that he goes out every now and then to hunt down famous enemies of his teammates and new villains/corrupt people

by hunt, i mean k*ll

the finger-less gloves he wore has a new addition of metal plates on the knuckles, since his old brass rings belonged to Missy now, and he starts wearing a black bandana over his nose and mouth, mostly because he doesn’t want blood stains on his face when he comes back home

he knew how to track villains down, of course he does, he’s Marcus fucking Moreno, the ex-leader of the heroics, he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to do it well

imagine he tracks down miracle guy’s no.1 enemy, finding the person drunk off their ass in their office/lair and bursts into the room, immediately choke-holding them just by controlling their blood and slamming them on the nearest surface

“Do you enjoy making people suffer, huh? Do you like it when they scream in pain? Me too.”

he likes prolonging his fights, making sure he always had the upper hand with his control over the other and goes ham into punching and kicking them on every part of their body. he doesn’t leave a single patch of skin or body part left untouched by his fists and boots

eventually he gets his signature ‘corpse’ after the first few villains he confronted: the enemy’s nose broken, their lungs punctured because of broken ribs, their arms and legs bent unnaturally, and Marcus’s well-known ending hit, a caved in skull and snapped neck

Marcus always leaves the body behind anywhere it won’t be ignored, and always checks the news for any report of it, pleased when the reporter looks disturbed and concerned over the censored photo of the enemy’s corpse, knowing he did a job well done

when he comes home from these trysts, he heads straight into the shower, freshening up and cleaning himself and his clothes from the dried blood. Missy would already be in bed, sleeping the night away, and he would go and tuck her in, placing a soft kiss on her head, thanking whoever was up above that he still has his precious daughter

and he prays for anybody who tries to take her away from him.

meanwhile at the heroics’ HQ, everybody tries to handle the PR, dealing with the horrific corpses and the media’s reaction to it. knowing its causing an uprising over this new ‘vigilante’

the public wants to know who was behind all this violence and bloodshed, and sadly the heroics know who’s responsible but can’t reach the man at all

dark! marcus moreno tag: @pedrocentric

#dark marcus makes a come back #i will never be over this au #i am in love with this #should i add in a reader? or is it okay as is?#hmm #dark! marcus moreno #marcus moreno #we can be heroes #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: violent death

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Towa was too naive neither Setsuna had didnt have gold eyes from their father and sessrinners are too immature to bullied people like James beckett

The first three episodes, Towa had a lot of potential. She questioned gender roles, her place in the modern era, and actually showed signs of intelligence when she tried to avoid mentioning or doing anything that could alter history. She was cute and she was smart. I really enjoyed her character then.

Unfortunately, that was all lost shortly after as Sunrise completely rewrote her personality into a Mary Sue who was dumb as bricks (not even endearingly dumb, she was just plain stupid) with such an obsessive crush on her twin sister (who she hasn’t seen since they were four, mind you) that she completely stopped caring about the family who, you know, raised her for ten years, and never stopped twice to think that-

“Huh, you know what? Maybe I SHOULDN’T give my rainbow pearl to a dude who just admitted that he works for the enemy, and in doing so just completely forget three seconds later that he said he was the enemy until Setsuna and Moroha remind me after he’s already left. Also that he got me kidnapped in the first place, as he gave a stolen sword to me and framed me as the thief.” -_-

And the color schemes!!! Good gods. In the og design Rumiko made for them, Towa had gold and Setsuna had brown eyes. Yet for some reason Sunrise decided they going to change it up to make them look near identical to Kagura and Byakuya. 👀 That’s not even mentioning their freaking powers. Half of Towa’s abilities link back to Naraku and his many incarnations, the blue dragon especially as that was a TOKIJIN trait- and what was tokijin made out of?

The fang of one of Naraku’s early incarnations. That power did NOT originate from Sesshomaru. He could only use it because it came from the sword itself. Then there’s Setsuna with her whole moth motif and dream butterfly and wind abilities.

Kagura had moth feathers in her hair. She was the only character who actually had wind powers (wind scar is not actually a wind power, ya nasties; it’s the clashing of demonic energies that is so strong it causes a gust of wind that tears into the ground leaving several scars. What happens when you swing a sword hard enough? There’s a SWISH sound, which is wind) and Byakuya was nicknamed “Byakuya of Dreams”. He also uses a naginata... like Setsuna. Little Towa even had Kagura’s specific ponytail. All the signs are there. Like holy frick.

AND THE BULLYING THING. Jeez. It’s bad enough the nasties send death threats, rape threats, and suicide taunts, and even go so far as try to doxx people and get them kicked out of their college, but they’re even attacking people who are literally just doing their job in reviewing anime. It’s not James’ fault Yashahime is trash. Even the Anime News Network is saying Trashahime is awful.

It’s hard to believe the nasties are grown ass adults with kids. 🤢

Literally everything that Setsuna and Towa have and are can link back to Naraku somehow. The only way it makes sense is for the mom to be Kagura (or Naraku himself). Although at this point I’m not even sure if I want Kagura to be involved in this dumpsterfire. 😫 She deserves better. But with Sunrise’s evident lack of writing skills and creating plot, I doubt they even have a good explanation ready.

They keep relying on the “oh they’re Sesshomaru’s daughters” line without providing any additional back up. Like, yeah they’re his kids but they’re also half demons. Inuyasha had to learn to use his powers, and he gets the crap beat out of him quite often. Dude got stabbed through the chest in almost every big fight scene, and his keen nose was often used against him.

#anti yashahime #anti sessrin #anti rinsess #ask #sesskagu

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Final Space Reviewcaps: The Hidden Light or Beelzbub’s Dad and Death Himself

Welcome back all you happy people! My regular coverage of final space continues as our Team Squad continues to be split up. Team Gary heads to the ruins of France and while HUE lives the dream, Gary finds the architect of his misery might also be the archtetcht of hope when he meets KVN’s creator. Meanwhile Team Avacato find some friends of some friends... and an old enemy horrifically reborn and just as pants crappingly terrifying as before. Find out whose back, whose just been introduced, and whose resting under the cut!

So once again i’ts time for roll call, as our Team Squad has been split into three groups so Team Gary: Gary, Quinn, KVN, HUE Team Avacato: Avacato, Little Cato, Ash, Fox, Sheryl. Team Bollo: Bollo, Mooncake

Same as last time and if your wondering why some names are missing from Avacato’s team, we will get to that. And since our three plots are entirely seperated from the start this time...

Team Gary: The Father of Beelzbub is A Moderaltey Tolerable Guy Picking up where we left off, Gary and Quinn gaze at earth though we do find out, naturally, the other half of the team is okay when Avacato buzzes in, confirming he’s alive at least. So with half the team stranded in the depths of final space, Gary’s next idea is naturally to plummet to earth and pick up a ship to pick them up. HUE has some flaws in the plan, i.e. the earth’s gravity field but KVN proves useful for once and helps carry them down to earth, our heroes ending up in Paris.

We get a fun subplot of HUE thoroughly enjoying his dream of visiting Paris in a body.. even though Paris itself is pretty fucking horrific, littered with floating corpses and with a smokey, unnerving atmosphere. But the contrast works.. what dosen’t is the ships our heroes fine, which are junked, likely due to months of having no mainteince coupled with the destruction brought on by the titans.

Gary does find something.. his worst nightmare.. a bunker FULL of KVN’s “I always thought i’d die like this”. They thankfully don’t want to kill him, and he finds a dwarf ventrixian whose a fan of his as are the KVN’s. As it turns out they somehow watched all his video logs to Quinn, and the little guy saying Quinn is even more beautful than he imagined lets him live when Quinn shows up. Gary is naturally puzzled why someone would create his worst nightmare, an army of kvns who know his personal details... until we find out who created the bunker: Kevin, the genius scientest who created the KVN’s.

Naturally Gary has as mature, sensible and calm reaction as you’d expect and he goes to see Kevin’s dad without innocent....

Had you there for zero seconds. No he has a fairly fluid and incredibly well voiced freakout ending in him wanting to burn the place to the ground in cleansing fire. It’s.. actually a very good thing Quinn’s the one who went with him as everyone on the other team except MAYBE Avacato would’ve gone with operation BURN THEM, BURN ALLL OF THEM.

So while Gary can’t burn them he does go to shoot Kevin’s creator in the head after finding out he’s alive and still in the bunker. And.. he actually is alive. It’s a nice change of pace as in most sci fi stories where we find the robot first the creator is long dead. But no Kevin.. is alive. It takes a bit for him to accept this is really happening due to a combination of Gary’s transmissions..and Nightfall having contacted him to make a ship. I’ts only when he tries throwing something at Quinn does he realize that nope these are real peoples and gladly welcome them for some rest so theyc an go find the ship he made for Nightfall. Relately the one major flaw I have with this episode.. is that it takes Gary and Quinn an embarassingly long time to put two and two together. Gary I get, he’s kind of distracted being caught in a waking nightmare and finding out he needs to rely on the man who ruined 5 years of his life. He’s also Gary. It’s okay. Quinn though, even with months of trauma stuck in a hell dimension.. is still the resonable one and still should’ve figured “Hey maybe the alternate future verison of me who was around back then did this”. The reveal is well done towards the end when it happens.. it’s just very weird it didn’t happen sooner.

So the couple are FINALLY alone.. for about 5 seconds because Kevin gets into bed with them. And while part of his loopiness is probably the horrifying isolation for the last few months, after all Gary wasn’t exactly the most coherent after his stint in prison, I do feel that at least part of it is just him. It just makes the most sense: the infinity guard massed produced the guys and Kevin was one of their top scientests. He likely didn’t half ass a project of this size or importance.. so it’d make sense that instead the KVN’s suck at their job because the person who made them really dosen’t get humans, or personal space and the KVN’s are simply degraded copies of him.

We do get a sweet moment with Quinn and Gary before Kevin decides they’ve rested enough time to go. They use the KVN’s to head to belgium, where the ship is, but have to fight Landfish, horrifying monsters that feast on the remains of dead worlds. So we get a fun and tense action sequence as our heroes sorta zipline through the monsters and KVN suprisingly turns out ot be useful twice in one episode. Our heroes make it to the ship, though HUE is down two arms and his self esteem, with Kevin asking why an AI would WANT to put themselves in a garbage bot. HUE admits he just wanted to experince life but it comes at a cost.. which granted the loss of arms seems rushed.. but it’s not like pre-AVA most of his life as a robot was that happy or fufilling so it dosen’t come out of nowhere and the person who MADE it better... is now dead and gone. He has no real reason to stay in the body anymore: He’s tasted life, he’s loved, and he’s lost.

So naturally he goes back to being the AI on their new ship, which Quinn Dubs the Galaxy 2 because naturally Gary’s name tries too hard and Kevin’s is nonsensical.. though really Galaxy 2 itself just.. isn’t a great name. Seriously call it the purple rain or something. Still it’s a cool looking ship and while i’ll BADLY miss the crimson light as Olan designed a really fucking cool ship there, the Galaxy 2 is none too shabby. So our heroes have there ship, HUE has his old Job back, and we get a sobering scene as Quinn and Gary finallyg et the nightfall thing, and Kevin leaves to go get the portal up and running and he’ll call them.. they don’t have his number but he’ll be in england where the project is so it’s not like they can’t find the crazy man when the time comes. So we end with Team Gary heading off to a huge energy signture to hopefully find someone. Who it is, if it’s even one of our groups, is unknown.. but given the stinger it’s probably Bollo and Mooncake.. but we’llg et to that. First

Team Avacato: FUCK

So on their astroid Sheryl wonders if the plan is to just stand around and wait for Gary. Tribore however.. wants to leave again. Despite being in an edltrich space nightmare, he decides to take some paternety leave and cuts off part of the asteroid to go bond with his son leaving us with five heroes who all quickly get abducted by teleportation.

Their abductors.. are Arachnitects, the last ones left in final space who intially confuse them as part of of Invictus unholy horde before Little Cato brings up Jeremy, and thus they free them and explain what’s up: as said their the last ones left in final space, the only ones who weren’t slaughtered or escape and try to offer our heroes hope and shelter.. before brutally being slaughtered by telekensisis... and it’s with that... HE has returned. While the trailers made no attempt to hide it and it was blatant from the start of last season he woudl return.. it dosent’ make his return any less chilling or impactful or David Tennant’s performance any less terrifying after being gone for a bit: Lord Commander HAS RETURNED

And make no mistake, hopefully, this is OUR Lord Commander, as he comments on the new additions.. and is GLEEFUL to have new toys to play with. Avacato is naturally horrifed he’s back and tries to just shoot him but that’s as effective as it’s always been, and he simply force lifts all of them, and naturally, being a sadsitic bastard, brings LIttle Cato forward as he wants to know where Mooncake is, though Little Cato makes a valid point: he dosen’t know where Mooncake is and even if he DID he wouldn’t tell him. And.. that’s where this part of the plot ends till next week. I”m fucking terrified. Nice to have David back though. Especially with Ducktales over. And as a side note... it’s notable Ash doesn’t try triggering her powers. Either she can’t and Lord Commander’s even stronger than her, or she just hasn’t yet. Or third horrifying option i’m going with thier powers come from the same source.

Team Bollo:The Forge

So with Gary hopefully coming to the rescue and the rest of our heroes trapped by a sadistic bastard who will likely gleefully kill at least one of them.. we find out where Bolo went after getting his ass kicked. He surivived.. but clearly needs a leg up.. so naturally for a charcter voiced by Keith David he goes about it in the most badass way imaginable: he has mooncake do the thing on a dwarf star so he can FORGE IT INTO A FUCKING BADASS SPACE SWORD TO SLAY THE TITANS WITH. My.. my body is ready for next week.

Final Thoughts:

This episode was excellent. The premire while not BAD had some issues with pacing and tone, where as this one found the perfect places to inject the series humor.. while keeping the stakes incredibly high and having the chilling return of it’s most terrifying antagonist. and yes tha’t swith the people posseing murder face out there. This episode returned Season 3 to the right track. It also continues to be seralized like season 1.. but I feel at least so far they’ve learned their lesson from Seasons 1 and 2 and combined the two better, having basically one big story, but having the pacing be more on par with Season 2 where things move along at a nice clip and we get more character stuff peppered in. It’s a nice combo. if it’ll hold out I do not know, especaillly with a longer runtime but we’ll see as we go won’t we. For now.. this episode was fucking awesome.

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#final space #the hidden light #gary goodspeed #quinn airgone #avacato #little cato #ash grayven #fox #KVN #sheryl goodspeed #the lord commander #bolo #mooncake #kevin van horn #Biskit #reviews #adult swim

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Entry 16: I Really Hate Camilla

First off, castle stuff. In addition to a bunch of new statues, we can upgrade a few old buildings. It’s nice, but not super interesting and not really worth devoting the first several lines of this entry to. On to the supports.

Support: Azama/Mozu

C: Azama tries to talk to Mozu and she immediately runs away, because she’s heard rumors about Azama being awful.

B: Mozu runs away again, screaming that she’s afraid Azama will make fun of her clothes or accent. Azama revels in knowing all of Mozu’s insecurities.

A: Azama catches Mozu, but doesn’t make fun of her, because it was more fun watching her freak out and run away.

S: Mozu talked to other townsfolk about Azama being awful, making new friends along the way. Which makes Azama tormenting her good, I guess. Azama tells her he finds her weirdly irresistible and they get together.

Review: This is the worst S-Rank I’ve seen thus far. Setting that aside, this conversation is fine. Mozu treating Azama like a normal person would is fun and Azama reveling in her fear is in character.

Support: Hinoka/Kaden

C: Kaden grooms the army’s pegasi. He is very good at it, impressing Hinoka.

B: Kaden teaches Hinoka pegasi grooming, emphasizing the importance of love.

A: Hinoka offers Kaden a ride on her pegasus.

S: Hinoka gives Kaden a brush made from her pegasus’s hair. The two of them get together because they’re both kind people.

Review: This one is okay, but a bit bland because it has no conflict.

Birthright Chapter 13: Another Hope

The gang arrives in Cheve. Camilla shows up and hugs Corrin. The camera...makes some decisions during this cutscene that made me realize that I hate Camilla’s design even more. First off, I just realized that she doesn’t wear pants. She rides around on dragons in her underwear, which must be incredibly uncomfortable. Secondly, why is there a random strap between her breasts?

Camilla acts nice for like ten seconds before attacking us. She rants about how the Hoshidans stole Corrin, ignoring the fact that Corrin told her ten seconds ago that she left because Garon is evil. Hans runs in and the battle begins. From her boss perch, Camilla mentions that she loves Corrin and wants to hold her body like a baby after she murders her.

So, are you starting to understand why I hate Camilla? Xander’s a prick, but at least he isn’t creepy. Every single line from Camilla is this obsessive, uncomfortable, incestuous horseshit. I don’t want Corrin to go near her, even in Conquest, because Camilla’s treatment of Corrin makes my skin crawl. And don’t pretend it’s supposed to be maternal and not sexual, when the anime cutscene that starts this chapter cuts between her ass, crotch, and boobs before showing her face. Camilla is supposed to be the mommy dom fanservice waifu for the player to jerk off to, and Corrin is supposed to be an extension of the player. I really, really, do not like Camilla.

This chapter is filled with houses the player can visit to get short bits of dialogue and good items. The villagers the player speaks to mention a resistance leader named Scarlet and her powerful new recruit. The chapter also features Dragon Veins which can be used to call down lightning on enemies; one can be used to make fighting Hans easier, but I didn’t see it and just took him out with Corrin and Takumi. Hans’s defeat quote is actually “Not again...”, which is fitting because he already died like ten chapters ago. Twice, if I remember correctly. And he shows up again after this, because Hans is apparently immortal.

Camilla is accompanied by her two retainers, an assassin named Beruka and Severa from Fire Emblem Awakening, because apparently all of Lucina’s crew work for Nohr now. Can’t wait for the chapter where Cynthia helps Leo burn down a children's hospital. Camilla actually used one of the Dragon Veins and almost killed two of my units, which is a nice bit of design. She ultimately went down to Setsuna and I beat the chapter with little effort.

After the battle, Camilla insists that Corrin be the one to kill her, because Camilla exists for the sole purpose of making Corrin uncomfortable. Corrin spares her and explains that Garon tried to blow her up, something that I guess Xander kept a secret, because he’s an asshole. Camilla is about to turn sides when Leo shows up and tells us to stop trying to gaslight her. Camilla protects Corrin from Hans and Leo shouts that he will erase Corrin from his heart. If Corrin is a boy, he actually gets a really nice line where he refers to himself as Camilla’s only younger brother, cutting Corrin out for betraying Nohr.

A random general shows up and kicks Leo’s ass. The game tries to keep his identity secret by covering his face and having his name by ???, but he is very clearly voiced by Matt Mercer, meaning that it's obvious that he’s actually Azama in disguise. Scarlet and the other members of the resistance show up and scare off Leo, Hans, and Camilla. The chapter ends with the general unmasking himself, revealing that he’s actually Ryoma. Who would be a terrible general because of his poor defense growths.

#camilla fire emblem #corrin fire emblem #corrin x camilla #fire emblem #Fire Emblem Fates #fe 14 #fire emblem birthright #ryoma fire emblem

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New Moves

Natasha x Fem!Reader

Request: “Hi! I love your writing, can I request a nat x fem reader fic where reader is from M15 and was sent to assist the avengers team? She's a techie and very skilled fighter and ends up saving Nats life during a hydra raid on the compound, up to you exactly how they get together! Hope this is okay :)”

Word Count: 1,807

Genre: Not totally sure to be honest with you

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, fighting, guns

A/N: Thank you so much nonnie! I’m really happy you enjoy my writing. I really like writing fem!readers for Nat, so this was a treat to write and it made me feel better writing it! So that’s a plus. I hope this lived up to your expectations! I’m sorry it took me so long. Please enjoy!

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“So why exactly was I the one sent to do this? There are plenty of other people qualified for this job,” you complain to your best friend who only raises a single eyebrow at you. “You serious? (Y/N), you know you’re the only person that can help the Avengers on this.” You scoff at them. “Oh please. Shouldn’t they have someone who is actually, you know, meant to be a fighter? I like to do things with computers!”

“Okay, fair, but you’re also one of the best if not the best fighters we have here! Listen, (Y/N), I know you would rather be stuck here typing away at your computer like the lame ass that you are, but you need to go kick some ass with the Earth’s mightiest heroes.” You roll your eyes at their statement before sighing deeply, checking your watch. “Well, I suppose I better go. I’ve stalled my flight long enough.” “When were you supposed to leave?”

“Eight in the morning.”

“(Y/N)! It’s nearly 9:15! You can’t just-”

“Yeah, yeah, save me the lecture. I’ll see you after I get back from this mission. Don’t eat any of the food I have in my office. I’ll know it was you,” you say, narrowing your eyes at them. They just flip you off as you walk away with a smirk on your face. You make your way to the hangar where you were supposed to be literally an hour and fifteen minutes ago. To say you got a stern talking to from the pilot was an understatement. The next eight hours were very awkward for you, as you warmed up your muscles in the back of the jet. You were about to assist the Avengers after all. You may as well be warmed up, anything and everything can happen when it comes to them.

It’s not that you hated the Avengers, far from it actually. You admired them greatly. The reason you didn’t want to do this mission was genuinely because you’d rather be at your computer. While fighting is all good and fun, hacking, figuring out puzzles, finding information on people, even fixing technology was just so much more of a thrill for you. You didn’t mind kicking some serious ass every once in a while, but your heart is where there’s a hard drive. You also may have had a Fat Crush on Natasha Romanoff. What a woman. You sigh and blush thinking about it but continue warming up. The flight goes by decently fast, or as fast as an 8-hour flight can go. You land at the Avengers Compound, and although you’re a tad nervous, you aren’t showing it.

You walk out of the plane, saluting to your pilot who just stares at you before he takes off. You chuckle to yourself; you really did make a new enemy today. “(Y/N) (L/N), it is great to finally meet you. We’ve been told about your skills and we believe you’ll be a valuable asset to this mission. I am-”

“Maria Hill. And you are Nick Fury. I do my research. Now tell me, what exactly am I meant to be doing?” you ask, not slowing down your walk. After all, you had work to do. Better to get it done than sit around talking. You don’t see it but Nick and Maria share a glance. You definitely lived up to what they expected. “Well, it seems there’s a new Hydra base, but we can’t pinpoint exactly where it is,” Maria explains, and you glance back at her. “Are they just changing the IP Address around? I don’t suppose you wouldn’t have needed to call me in if that were the case,” you think out loud and Maria nods. “We originally thought that was the case, but… then it got a little more complicated.” You stop walking and look at her with a confused expression. “We’ll let Stark tell you what’s happening. We have some… other… business to attend to,” Fury says. You nod at him and walk into the room where the Avengers are. Why are your hands sweating? They need to stop that. They need to stop that right now. Why are you nervous? What is going-

“Agent (L/N)?” you hear a voice which snaps you out of your mind and you look to see the Tony Stark in front of you. “Tony Stark,” you say, holding your hand out to him to shake which he does. “So why am I here? I’m assuming you need to find more than an IP Address,” you say and he nods, motioning you over to his work space. That’s when you notice Natasha is also with him. And by default, with you. Aaaand now your hands are sweaty again. Great. “It’s nice to meet you Agent (L/N). I’m Natasha Romanoff,” she says to you, and you give a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you too, Agent Romanoff.”

“Okay, time to pay attention to this one now. Basically, there’s this new Hydra base, right? We need to find it to stop it because we believe it’s their new main base. Not good. The only problem is, we can’t pinpoint this new base down. At first, we thought it was what you said, an IP Address constantly changing which is easy to crack., I could do it in my sleep. But then when I tried and nothing was working, I realized we were dealing with something more… complex. Bigger, in a word.”

“And what you mean by bigger is…?”

“It’s jumping IP Addresses, yes. The only catch is that it’s jumping IP Addresses in space.”

“…In space?”

“In. Space.”

“You’re serious? That’s absolutely mental,” you mumble, completely amazed. You start typing away on his tech as he watches. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Natasha watching as well, and you smirk to yourself. “Even though I am the smartest man alive when it comes to tech, I couldn’t figure it out. So, naturally, I decided the smartest woman in tech could.” You wink at him before saying, “Give me forty-five minutes. I’ll figure it out.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“You’re pretty confident,” Natasha says, and you give her a small smirk. “Well this is my specialty. The addition of space to it is just a fun little puzzle I need to solve to crack the code. This will be a fun little challenge,” you say half to her and half you talking to yourself. You’re so enveloped in the work you’re doing; you don’t notice her little chuckle. What you do notice, though, is the sudden sound of breaking glass and gunshots. Your expression turns from confusion to anger as you realize, “Stark, did you forget to hide the IP Address for this system here?!”

“…You know, I may have forgotten that tiny part.” You duck down as the glass behind Tony breaks, Natasha following with you and Tony suits up. He starts shooting blasters at the intruders, but there’s a significant amount. Luckily for you, not all of them are armed. “I’m going to go look for Cap, you two handle any others who come in here,” Tony says before running out of the room. You and Natasha exchange a glance before a new group of men run in the room. You pull out your gun, and start shooting at them, Natasha doing the same. Right when it looks like you’re done and the last man is down, you hear a sudden gasp. You turn and look at Natasha, who was caught off guard by one of the Hydra agents. He has a gun to her head, and he doesn’t look like he’s about to waste any time with the trigger. “I don’t think so, bastard,” you mumble before jumping into action.

You grab the wrist he’s holding the gun in, twisting it as hard as you can which results in a loud pop. He yells in pain, dropping his weapon, but now his attention is on you. He throws Natasha to the ground, getting ready to take a swing at you, but you expertly dodge his punch, sliding swiftly under his arm. You then elbow him in the side, causing him to jolt forward, giving you the perfect opportunity to kick your leg up and bring it down on the back of his neck, forcing him to the ground. You then grab his hair, yanking his head up and then forcefully smashing it onto the ground, knocking him out. While you do this, Natasha watches. She was ready to jump up and save you, but it seemed like you had everything handled. Even when a guy tried to sneak up behind you after you took the one who was after her out. You didn’t even need to look to know that someone was there. You stepped back onto one oof his feet as forcefully as you could, which caused him to double over, giving you the perfect opportunity to elbow him in the face. He staggered backwards as you turned around, getting low and using your leg to take out his, causing him to land on the ground with a loud bang. Luckily, he hit his head on the way down, so he was out cold, and you didn’t even need to do anything else to stop him.

“Nice going, (L/N),” you hear Natasha say and you look over to see her with a smirk on her face. “Oh, it was nothing really,” you respond, trying to not let the look on her face affect you, but definitely failing. She definitely knew it affected you. Oh God. “Maybe you could teach me a few of your moves after you figure out this Hydra space thing?” she suggests, and now it’s your time to smirk. “The Black Widow is asking me to show her some moves?” you ask, and she chuckles. “She is. She’s… interested in what you could teach her.” Now there was no hiding the blush dusting your face. You clear your throat, tryin to not look like a loser before turning back to what you were working on before. “I’ll be done with this in-”

“Forty-five minutes?”

“Thirty-five, actually,” you say, a glint in your eye. She smiles. “I’ll be waiting.”

Now you did figure out where the Hydra base was and you did teach Natasha some new moves. No, actually, you taught her some combat moves. She was really impressed with what you did and was willing to learn from you. Don’t worry though, she taught you plenty of new moves too. Now after this incident you were called in to help the Avengers many more times. And now any time you need to go help them, you leave early. After all, you’d be a bad girlfriend if you didn’t visit every so often.

#avengers x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #avengers imagine #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff imagin #natasha romanov imagine #avengers #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 3 - CHAPTER 14

Back with out heroes for this chapter, as Team ZRCN begins some extra training with the Mob Ops.

NEELA

“Um, what’s that doing here?” Xanthos asked as they stepped into the room. “I thought we were supposed to be training, not watching an educational video.”

Neela could see he was referring to the hastily prepared projector and screen that had been put up in the training room, a stark contrast to the sleek designs elsewhere in the base. As the two of them came closer to inspect the object and try and discern what it was doing there, Cherry walked in behind them.

“Alright, kids - class is in session,” She said with a smirk. “Take your seats.”

Still confused at the purpose of the projector, Neela and Xanthos hesitated for a moment, before finally sitting down in the two chairs that had been dragged in from the comms room. They waited in silence, waiting for Cherry to do or say something, but it was soon apparent she wasn’t fully prepared judging by how much she continued to mess around with the projector.

Beside her, Xanthos raised a hand.

“Yes, Mr Ravindra?” Cherry asked, looking up when she saw him waving his hand to get her attention.

“I thought we were supposed to be training today? You know throwing punches and - “

“I’m the teacher today, Mr Ravindra, so I’ll decide how we’ll do the training,” She cut him off, trying her best to retain a serious expression, which ultimately gave way to an amused grin. “Don’t worry you’ll get to hit things in due time.”

Not long after she said that Cherry appeared to get the projector working, and turned it on ready for the “lesson” she had prepared.

“So, as you two know, Wren decided that whilst you and your team are here with us, it’d be beneficial from you to get some additional training from us. Especially since your schooling has been interrupted with all this business with the Rossi’s,” Cherry explained. “What you don’t know is that we - we being myself and my fellow Mob Ops - have taken it upon ourselves to assign one of you to each of us for a more personal training experience.

“Now, I’ve prepared some slides to go over with you today that should help address some problem areas for each of you. Neela, let’s start with you.”

Neela blinked in surprise when Cherry pointed at her, before clicking the projector on. The first slide appeared on the screen and Neela recognised it as a still from the first robot attack in Mantle. It was the moment when she and Cordovan had combined their semblances to temporarily disable one of the robots.

“That right there is a wonderful bit of teamwork,” Cherry commended. “The execution was practically flawless, but there wasn’t much room for error here, was there? Had the robot altered its course your attack would have failed and due to your semblances both requiring a degree of focus, it could have left you vulnerable had the robot decided to lash out again.”

Cherry paused to let this sink in before pressing on. “At any rate, it was not as problematic as the move you tried to pull off here.” She flicked to another slide, this time showing the moment where she had attempted to spear the robot that had been coming for Zelde.

“Was I wrong to do that?” Neela asked, perhaps a little more defensive than she intended to be. “I was trying to save Zelde.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Cherry assured her, offering a small smile as she did. “In fact had it been any of my team, I would have likely done the same. Your problems lie in the fact that you were too emotional when you attacked.”

Neela frowned but said nothing. Had she been too emotional when she attacked? She didn’t think she had been, she had just wanted to protect Zelde. But perhaps she had been a bit too hasty to rush in and defend her. Had she given time to pause she might have been able to have defeated the robot with her following attack or be better prepared to counter its twisting motion that had felled Zelde and nearly taken out Xanthos too.

“So what do you propose I do? Not care for my teammates?”

“Of course not!” Cherry responded, raising her hands in defence. “Caring too little is just as bad as caring too much. It’s about finding a balance, Neela. Remember when you’re part of a team you’re not the only one counting on you out there.”

Neela nodded solemnly. She still didn’t believe herself to be that emotional, but she would not argue against Cherry’s teachings. Neela had seen how the older huntress had handled herself against the Karkadan and Krypterons, both by herself and with the rest of the Mob Ops, and was certain she had more than enough experience to back up her words of advice.

“I can’t wait to see what slides you have for me,” Xanthos quipped.

“Well actually, Mr Ravindra, I think a more physical example would benefit you.”

“What do you - ACK!”

Before Xanthos could even finish his sentence, a pair of arms wrapped around his midriff, and with a small grunt in effort, his assailant lifted him out of his chair and proceeded to fling Xanthos backwards like a rag doll. Neela might have found the move to impressive had she not been concerned for her partner’s safety. Rising from her seat, Neela whipped around to face Xanthos’s attacker, finding Elio stood behind them with his hands on his hips and his head thrown back in laughter.

“Is he supposed to be here?” Neela turned to ask Cherry. But it was apparent she was not to get an answer from her newly appointed mentor, for no sooner had she turned around, Cherry aimed a punch at her head, and Neela barely managed to move out of the way in time. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

“Woo! Trial by fire!” Elio whooped.

Slowly rising back to his feet, Xanthos looked over questioningly at Cherry. “So am I not getting a slideshow?”

“No, sorry,” Cherry said, flashing him an apologetic grin. “That was only for Neela.”

“Darn. Now I feel left out.”

“Hey, enough with the chit chat, you’re cutting into my lesson,” Elio said, glaring at Cherry playfully who stuck out her tongue at him in return. Elio smirked before turning back to Xanthos and Neela. “Okay kids, we’re going to see how you handle a more physical exercise. You two are gonna team up against me and Cherry.”

Prompted by her name being said, Cherry came over to stand with her teammate and stood confidently waiting for the next move.

“Give us your best shot.” Elio encouraged.

Neela and Xanthos hesitated, sharing a look between each other. After Cherry’s little lesson, and Elio’s sudden attack on Xanthos, neither of them seemed in a hurry to engage their teachers. It was Xanthos who moved first, pointing out he had a tendency to fight without his weapon more than Neela did, so he should have in theory been able to handle himself well.

Xanthos came forward and aimed a punch in Elio's direction, which the older man merely deflected with his arm. Not to be deterred, Xanthos tried again, only to be met with the same resistance before Elio shoved him back. Nearly every strike Xanthos aimed at his opponent was either parried or dodged skillfully, though there were a few times when his more sudden movements forced Elio to back off and come at him from a different angle.

Sensing an opportunity, Neela hoped to jump into the fight, and use the fact that Elio was otherwise distracted by her partner to get the upper hand against him. A quick jab to his back caught him off guard long enough for Xanthos to roll out of the way. But now Elio's attention was on her.

One advantage Neela had over Xanthos was that she was faster, and it was that which she used to her advantage. If only for a minute, until Elio began to counter her too. And with how precise his movements were, Neela got the impression that his ability to parry their attacks was more down to his semblance as opposed to simply years of practice. Any remaining advantage she had further slipped away when Xanthos - rather than focusing on Cherry who had been inching closer - decided to join her in engaging Elio again. Any other person might have struggled against two opponents, but Elio handled it with ease, knocking Xanthos back with a sudden jolt of his body, before using the momentum to pick Neela up and throw her into Cherry's path.

Grunting in annoyance at being thrown, Neela didn't have a chance to get up by herself, before Cherry was upon her, forcing her up with a light tug.

"On your feet student, the lesson isn't over yet!"

"You know I don't remember the professors training us like this. Usually they tell us in advance before they try and kick our asses," Xanthos quipped from behind them.

"Well you're not at school right now, are you?" Elio pointed out.

"Besides do you think your enemies will go easy on you?" Cherry chimed in, before throwing a punch into Neela's right shoulder.

"Always be aware of your surroundings and what your enemies are doing," Elio advised. "You never know when they might strike!" There was a yell of alarm from Xanthos when Elio suddenly lunged at him, forcing Xanthos into a grapple. Neela glared at the two of them and considered running to help, before Cherry dragged her back. Neela huffed in annoyance as she struggled to keep up with the flurry of hits Cherry unleashed on her. It was too late when she realised that every hit she was unable to parry from Cherry was hitting her harder and harder. When the last punch came, such was the strength behind it, that it genuinely winded her for a moment, and left her too weak to defend herself when Cherry lifted her up onto her shoulders and threw her directly at Xanthos.

The two of them collided with a smack, and Xanthos stumbled to the floor, with Neela splayed out on top of him.

"Well, I think that's a wrap today," Elio said, clapping his hands together. He came closer and extended a hand for Neela to take. Understandably, after his previous ambush she was wary to accept him "Don't worry you're safe now."

Despite his assurances, she still hesitated a moment before finally accepting his hand and being heaved onto her feet. Elio then proceeded to do the same for Xanthos.

"You two did pretty good today," Elio commended. "It's good to know that you can handle yourself, even without the use of your weapons."

"You call that 'handling ourselves'?" Neela laughed. "You two ran circles around us - especially you."

"My semblance helps," Elio admitted, rubbing the back of his head absently. "It allows me to identify how someone thinks - or in Ravi's case, doesn't really think - in combat."

"Well, I'll try not to take that as an insult," Xanthos grinned.

"It's not an insult, bud," Elio assured him, giving him a light pat on the back before his expression shifted to a more serious one. "But you should heed my words in the future. You're not a bad fighter, if it's any consolation, but you lack control. When your attacks consistently fail, I noted that you lash out quickly in response, neglecting to take note of what your opponent is doing at the same time. Such as when you tried to tackle me at the same time Neela was."

"And mine boosts my strength when people around me are more emotional," Cherry explained, coming over to join the trio. "Which is why you're looking and sounding like you've ran a half marathon as opposed to a simple training exercise." She added whilst looking at Neela. "It's also why I encouraged you to keep your emotions in check earlier."

"That'd explain it," Neela said, rubbing her side to ease the pain beginning to settle there.

"I'd say our lesson is done for today," Cherry said. From out of her breast pocket she fished out a credit card, and handed it towards Xanthos. "Elio and I have some paperwork to catch up with, but why don't you two go out and treat yourself to something nice. Consider it something of a peace offering too for, you know, not telling you we were going to kick your asses."

"How generous," Xanthos said, before snatching up the card from Cherry's hand. Cherry and Elio said farewell after that, leaving the two of them alone for a moment. Neela waited until they were out of the room before sighing.

"That was rough," She commented, stretching out her arm.

"Yeah," Xanthos agreed with a nod. "I think I'll be feeling one of Elio's punches for a good few weeks, even though it didn't break my aura. And having you flung into me was certainly an experience."

"It wasn't something I was planning," Neela laughed. When her laughter subsided, she rested her hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. "Come on you, let's go get ourselves something to eat whilst we're still able to walk properly."

Giving a nod in agreement, Xanthos put his own arm around Neela's waist, before the two of them headed out together, tired from their training but keen to learn more in the coming days.

#team ZRCN #team zrcn fic #Neela Oxford #Xanthos Ravindra #cherry linnet #elio goldfinch

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astrarche-x · 3 years

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Six of Crows (+ Crooked Kingdom)

If somebody gave a penny for my thoughts on books, I’d have zero pennies, but here are my thoughts anyway!

It’s not a very spoiler-heavy note.

I know I’m super late to the party, but it’s only a month left to read the book before the show is released and that was a motivation to finally read it. (That and the fact that I have 3 written assignments due the end of the week).

- I haven’t read the Grisha trilogy, but Six of Crows was perfectly understandable without it, so that’s an asset. I wouldn’t mind knowing more about the war in Ravka, but generally it was ok.

- Found family in a juvenile delinquents gang is one of my favorite tropes in fiction and this book is all about that, so I was absolutely delighted. I liked how it wasn’t very obviously sugar-coated - obviously it wasn’t horribly realistic (I guess), but it avoided the Robin Hood or “criminal with a heart of gold” trope and that was nice, because it would reek of moralism.

- I liked the descriptions of the architecture etc. and could almost feel myself walking through the streets of Ketterdam. But the descriptions of Fjerda were very inconsistent to me in regard to the rest of the novel - I kinda felt like I was thrown from historical fiction to sci-fi (all that laboratory stuff) and that was weird.

- The action was very well-paced - without unneccessary delays and plot detours, but at the same time giving the characters and the reader time to breathe and bond. The only aspect I wasn’t satisfied with was the ending - it was too easy to predict the plot twist and it drained away the suspense and the sense of high stakes. And while some could say that it means that the writer set it up well, I think it would be better if it was unexpected, especially given that it’s not the kind of plot twist that changes the reader’s perception of the whole book, it just marked the turn in the action.

- post-CK addition: in Crooked Kingdom I felt that the action was moving a lot faster and left me quite exhausted at times. The moments to catch a breath were a bit too rare, but at least exuisite every time.

- While I’m rather glad that the “multiple POV” trend is dying, it was pulled off well in “Six of Crows”, because the narrative was in 3rd person. That allowed readers to switch rather effortlessly between the chapters while still directing their focus to a particular character.

- the characters, aka the best thing in this book: they are all lovable in their own ways and honestly I can’t decide who’s my favourite (jk jk it’s Matthias and Inej). I think that the number of characters is just right, not too big and confusing, but allowing for diversity in narratives. I only had an impression that characterization of Wylan was dropped halfway through the book and he’s been a plot device for solving technical problems most of the time, which is kinda sad. Also his change in personality was a bit unexpected.

- post-CK addition: ok, Wylan got his POV & his development, but I still feel like 75% of his character are family problems. I hope that maybe a reread in a few months will make me appreciate him more.

- Nina and Matthias: my absolutely favourite subplot (and ship in this book). It’s been a while since I’ve read so well executed enemies to lovers. The emotional and sexual tension between them! The desire to love vs the memory of past wrongdoings! The wish to trust and be vulnerable again vs the fear of betrayal! Them disagreeing on fundamental issues but finding points of mutual understanding nevertheless! Them caring for each other more than they care about their causes, even though the causes are everything! The banter! I just... can’t. Their story is such a good blend of cuteness and dark themes. I found it extremely interesting when the first chapter from Matthias’ POV showed how he was kinda deranged by his stay in prison and his desire for revenge and for love that were knit together so thight. Whereas he more or less regained his sanity as the book progressed (I wish it was more developed) he was still very much not in the best mental state and that made him a wild card, so the plot twists involving him were convincing. I also think that his disillusionment with his religious militia was quite well-written (as for an adventure novel, that is, where it was not the main plot). I liked how Matthias was trying to play 4D chess with the rest of the crew with his schemes and Nina joined him in part. Also the scene when the Crows try to get back to their ship in Fjerda and Nina gets shot, but heals herself so fast... Damn, that was some king shit. I love their dynamic, even though it’s the epitome of problematic(tm) by tumblr, but oh well, I’m all in for eros/thanatos motives and some good chemistry. One thing I feel their relationship lacked were the sex scenes - this is probably due to the book being technically YA (and that’s another reason why writing it for a bit older audiences would be ok), but both Nina and Matthias are so horny for each other that I find it impossible that they’ve never had sex.

- post-CK addition: my heart is broken but Matthias’ character arc? Pure gold. I was so proud when he started questioning his religious beliefs and tried to reconcile them with his love for Nina. Love one redempted magic fascist. Also poor Nina... I still kinda don’t understand why their subplot had to end like this - and it’s really tempting me to read King of Scars.

- Inej’s moral/religious dilemmas were so good and I identified with them a lot (not that I’ve killed someone, but still). Also I found her characterization to be top notch, because she clearly isn’t an extrovert, but is not reduced to “i have no social skills” stereotype. I love her.

- Kaz was a briliant character and his plans were so well written... But I have one issue with them: especially in Crooked Kingdom, when there’s a plot twist, it’s usually revealed to be just another layer of Kaz’s plan. When does he have the time to set it all up? I know he barely sleeps, but still, it feels like it kinda gets out of nowhere. But generally I’m all for scheming, ass-kicking gang boss. I also like the fact that he was still a very skilled fighter despite his disability, which allowed the author to escape the “disabled body means he can only use his mind” trope (which is justified sometimes, but still). And his trauma was so well-written... Honestly, the first full flashback with Kaz clutching to Jordie’s decaying body was one of the two most disturbing scenes in the novel (the other being Kaz ripping Oomen’s eye off) and I kinda wasn’t prepared for this. On the other hand, the bathroom scene in Crooked Kingdom with Inej? It was so beautiful, so well-crafted, so intimate; I felt the world stand still for a while.

- me looking at Jesper: adhd

I found him very relatable in terms of escaping his problems and felt sorry for his gambling addiction. But I wish his struggle over his powers was more expanded - he is shown being in two minds about this, but we as readers don’t really get full insight into the pros & cons of both option. But maybe it’s just the character’s specific way of going more by gut feeling and I’m being picky.

- a pet peeve of mine: if the author was really going so hard for the tzarist Russia vibe for Ravka, why did she name her character “Zoya Nazyalensky” and not “Zoya NazyalenskA” or, even better, “NazyalenskAYA” as it should be? C’mon, names ending in -sky have their female counterparts and it’s not hard to understand.

- what was a bit of obstacle to immerse myself fully in the Six of Crows was the fact that the whole novel was so well-planned and logical that I sometimes felt like watching the author’s creative process unveil - and while it would be helpful if I was looking for writing tips, I was there to have good fun and forget about my assignments, so it kinda got in the way. It was like “ok, I want them to get inside the prison... but how they’re going to do it? Ha, I know: the jailers’ carriage. Next: what happens next in prisons? Oh right, they will be searched and... probably put in new clothes. So no clothing and no weapons means it’s time for Jesper’s big reveal. This is where I pepper in his crush on Kaz. I can cross this off the list of his character development now”. The Crooked Kingdom was better in this aspect - as the characters’ subplots were more separated and the chronology was going in loops (character A’s POV ends with all people parting ways --> character B’s chapter describes their mission --> character C’s chapter starts again at the end of character A’s POV), it was more natural and captivating read.

- Kuwei was... very forgettable. I actually for most of the time totally forgot he was a character. I know he wasn’t a main character, but I feel like I know more about Specht and Rotty, some totally secondary gang members, than him.

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #book ramblings #generally 8/10 would read again

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Which 4 star would you recommend? 🤔

Sorry for the late reply since I’m currently studying a part-time course on the weekday ^^;

I’d say it’s always boil down to what you really need the most in your party? A particular class like Saber, Caster, Extra Classes? Or more of, DPS, Tank and Healer? If you’re going for husbando/waifu, again, all the following above are irrelevant and just grind for QP. Because raising a waifu/husbando isn’t cheap

I’ll put the rest under the cut for Servants (sort by classes), numbering are based on what I used most or feels good which is debatable before anyone starts murdering me. And also some I have yet the chance to try because they are not home for me after rolling/i didn’t pick them at all

Sabers:

ST NP:

Lancelot

Yagyu Munemori & Rama

Diarmuid Saber

Papalot will always be my number one no matter who says, and been saving my ass in both FGO JP and NA. His own skill alone is summary of enjoying hearing him crit his enemies to death. With support like Tamamo and Castoria, he makes the pain twice as fun :D

Unfortunately for all his attacks, he’s your glass canon. So you don’t have either of the two support or just any support in general, he’s going to die ASAP. Munemori’s 2nd and 3rd skill are a headache with them being mixed together, especially that Evade + increase attack

Munemori is the one I feel should actually be on par very closest to Lancelot with both sharing the same NP type. In terms of surviving longer, this old swordsman is your choice. But in terms of consistent attack, it’s Lancelot.

Oh my sweet Rama, while I’m sorry DW is a dick in putting your wife in Arcade (BECAUSE FUCK YOU DW, THAT’S WHY). You’re worth to grind and have on par with Munemori. So far in LB whether or not having any Demon enemies, his damage especially on crit is as good as Lancelot. But unortunately, this skill is a one-time effect, so need to know when to make use of that burst to kill your Boss. Lastly, he’s got the Guts in terms of own survival kit.

As much as a husbando you are my dear Diarmuid... You’re also fucking expensive in terms of grinding 180 stakes to raise you. NP damage is good which is unfortunately held back that your defense buff removal comes AFTER dealing damage to your enemy. He’s more in need of a good support like Skadi to put him to his fullest potential (or heck hell you might as well take Caesar since he does better than him being in the same NP quick category)

AOE NP:

Artoria Alter

Siegfried

Suzuka & Nero

Gawain

Artoria Alter being first aside story-locked, her damage output for me is the highest among all I have used just using her skills alone. But may or not need strengthening to upgrade Intuition, have her more crit-based attack? (dude, everyone getting their intuition replaced.)

Siegfried ranked higher to me because he’s still hits hard enough in my opinion to replace AOE saber that I don’t have such as Artoria Alter in JP. However, he’s still easily replaceable once you got better AOE Sabers. And, you’ll still want him in some event and main story mobs where dragon-type enemies show up.

Compared the two above after using Suzuka, she’s definitely ranked third with lower NP damage. Charm, well, may or not work but LB debuff immunity is saying otherwise for all male servants. But her skill of generating her own stars help her in criting and gaining NP slightly more faster.

For Nero’s case, she’s more on survivalist skill thanks to her 3 times Guts skills. Arts AOE NP Saber are limited until you get budget Jason next year which, yeah, Jason works better than her if you want NP damage. Her attack boost is based on RNG probably either want to love or have hate sex with you to get that buff out. Again, if you want more of surviving long duration fights in LB thanks to break bars, she’s your good choice.

While Gawain is story-locked issue too, he’s heavily reliant on his skills. Which those skills are also can be highly reliant on field to be Sunny before strengthening. But charging of NP will take a long while with his current deck set, so you’ll need a better support or AOE Saber to do the work

Support:

Chevalier D’eon

If you haven’t grinded Georgios or Leonidas, they are your best replacement for tank support. The two I mentioned will do a far more better job than D’eon, aside wanting their NP to debuff.... Which unfortunately also not that useful in current LB difficulty, too many servant bosses are putting up debuff immunity.

Archer:

ST NP

Chiron

Tomoe Gozen

Emiya Alter

Tristan

Chiron-sensei as per his lore is more of a support due to his skills revolving mainly in supporting your party. Castoria and Tamamo may or not fix with his damage output but you definitely want that remove defensive buff which comes BEFORE dealing damage at your Boss enemy.

Tomoe’s burn debuff makes her one of Arjuna Alter’s best friend if you’re aiming for him in the future. But aside from that, her skills are quite generic of attack + np damage buff, crit gather and drop (lacking of crit dmg to make her good on her own right) and guts to survive. However she isn’t story-locked, so if you can wait for her to spook...

Emiya Alter: I haven’t tried what’s the changes aside increased in damage output with Castoria. But he’s more of a staller in removing enemy gauge by 1 and if you have those annoying enemies with tons of defense buff, he’s your Servant against to fire a hole in them. Only issue his normal version Evade and star drop rate is gone and replace with a defense buff, so may or not need support to keep him alive

For Tristan I didn’t put him high because if you have David, he’ll do a more slightly better job than him? Reliant on Skadi if you have her to boost his damage for NP, which... If you’re doing NP charge from his skill, do remember he has that unfortunate debuff of NP seal that blocks him from using NP during or not the same turn. Though if you’re getting him to complete your Knights of Round Table Servants collection urgently and not caring about gameplay, go ahead :D

AOE NP:

Mama Emiya

Atalante

Now that’s my mom who raised me :D But anyway, Emiya’s investment especially 2 years later with that one last NP strengthening, he’s a nightmare of Arts AOE Archer once Castoria joins into the party. Right now before strengthening, he still crits hard in single attacks with his own star generation + also having evasion to survive.

Without Skadi especially, Atalante both damage output of normal and NP is very weak. Her NP more or less served as a function to gain a one-time burst of 60+ stars. But if you have Skadi and your friend support does, then get her for one of your Quick Archer Servant farming if you don’t have her.

Lancer:

ST NP:

Li Shuwen

Vlad III EXTRA

Medusa Lancer

Li Shuwen will be one of decent choice Arts Crit Lancer before Kagetora kicks in next year. A good burst of his NP helps to kill your enemy Boss ignoring that he also have a instant death NP. Though said burst is relying on both 1st and 3rd skill which... they should have just kept either one (preferably ignore invincibility) and pointless for them to stack. 2nd skill however is ok with your evasion to survive and increase star gather rate.

Vlad III EXTRA’s NP... Pretty much gonna see more Evil Servant in the future so he’s good to keep around. And that ignore invincibility is good until DW being a dick and put Archer Servant with Solemn Defence in the future LB. Despite lacking skills to survive, he has his own HP recovery that also buffs his defense and attack. And a decent taunt if you haven’t got Leonidas ready, for 1 turn. Though damage output you’ll need support like Merlin to increase.

Maybe just me without Skadi, Medusa Lancer ranked low due to her damage output. But having Skadi will increase her rank with 1 skill keep her alive (invincibility + guts), 1 skill to stall (charm and provided it’s male servant), and 1 last skill for one-time burst in attack.

AOE NP:

Parvati & Artoria Alter Lancer

Valkyire

Fionn

Elizabeth Bathory

Nezha

Artoria Alter Lancer being another Servant who like her Saber, does well in her AOE NP damage. And a good debuff of NP seal to stall + def buff ignore damage. However trying to gain NP for her is problematic if you don’t have support like Merlin to do so.

Parvati will be one of the many Servants recommended to have if you’re going for Double Skadi farming. She’s got good NP refund and good support to other Servants. But make sure your Skadi or support having a star generator CE to get her loop going.

Like Parvati, you’ll need Valkyire if you already got the former for double Skadi farming. She’s more on a defensive in surviving if not use for farming, and definitely Skadi regardless to improve her damage performance. Beside that, her NP is applied with good buff such as ignore evasion and instant death for demonic enemies (excluding them working on enemy Servants)

If you’re aiming for Castoria next two years, Fionn is one of the Servants to invest for farming. And latest strengthening has upgrade to give more of NP charge to himself and your party. His own NP buff to mental debuff immunity is good to prevent him from being stun like charm, etc. However if you’re in need of Rare Prism and any other reason or so, feel free to burn him.

Elizabeth doesn’t rank high since she’s more support and debuff oriented Servant than damage. Support being attack that gives additional boost to female servants and debuff lower defense and curse. Unless you’re urgent to complete your Eli-chan collection, she’s not in a hurry to get and can spook anytime.

While Nezha has a good skill kit of own Quick + Buster buff, increase star weight and remove debuff, and guts + NP charge.... Most of her skills are best used if they are at max level. And even at max level, her low NP damage isn’t that a viable choice with better AOE NP Servants above be it farming or attack.

Rider:

ST NP:

None of the above

This is the only rare case I really don’t recommend getting, especially mary and anne. The two are definitely meant to be glass canon which unlike Hijikata, there’s no guts for them to survive if you want to utilize their NP at its fullest. Welfare and 3 star like Ushiwakamaru and Ryouma, Mandricardo in the future does a better job than her.

AOE NP:

Astolfo

Martha

Marie

In terms of damage output among the 3 Riders, Astolfo hits hardest and also perfectly compatible with double Skadi farming. Has 2 rank up on strengthening their NP and 3rd skill to improve farming performance. However outside farming, they definitely still need Skadi to keep that performance.

Martha is one of the more recommended Servants when it’s come to Challenge Quest. Mainly her instant team debuff removal and enemy buff removal targetable, and additional healing. Damage output may be easily fix with Merlin and Waver to deal more. But, as of now her status whether being useful is debatable as most LB debuff on your team are permanent thus rendering her to rank lower.

Despite sharing the same NP type, Marie ranks lower using more of a support for herself and her allies on her damage. Her NP buffs while it’s provide good support, it can easily be replaceable with either Jeanne, Merlin, Waver, etc. But if you’re not concern for her and already got Astolfo, you can still get her to invest on Quick farming. Or raise Medusa who could do about the same like Astolfo...

Caster

ST NP

Queen Sheba

Circe

Sheba while story locked, she fits well in both support and own DPS of herself for CQ and in LB. NP damage may be concern but having Tamamo and Castoria will makes up for it, especially in surviving for long fights. Her excellent NP gain with good crit buff helps her to refund NP easily for spam.

Circe while provide good support (debuff removal and star gather) and debuff (poisoning AOE), she ranked lower from a few things. One being very bad NP gain (if your NP charge skill on CD), low NP damage which can be compensated with good support, and debatable stun NP effect. If you already have Xuangzang or Caster Shuten, you’re better off with them.

AOE NP:

Nitocris

Caster Gilgamesh

Nursery Rhyme

Helena

Thomas Edison

Nitocris ranking top for her being the best farming Servant to have, and remained that spot with now Castoria boosting her damage. NP Charge skill at full 100% when needed, increase death chance (can be RNG and not effective with some enemies) and Guts + Buff removal making her a Servant recommended to have. And of course being the best.... You’re gonna need to offer her 180 bones of your dead enemies to upgrade her skills to the max, making her one hell of an expensive material grinding Servant to have.

Caster Gilgamesh with wisdom now considered one of the recommended Arts Support Caster if you don’t have Tamamo or Castoria. While damage can be lacking, his NP debuff of lowering defense helps your other Arts DPS to crit to death thanks to his skillset. Despite that, he still additional support and composition which preferably best work when the team deck in total has higher percentage of Arts cards.

When paired with the right team, Nursery can be one of the good damage dealing and staller for AOE Caster. The latter however is RNG dependant which praying it works in your favor. She also have good NP refund and self-charging with her skill making her easily spamming her NP. But she’ll need good support to boost her damage and star generation to utilize her.

If you still haven’t gotten Waver and willing to wait for that SSR ticket in the future, she’s your alternative with all cards type buff, 20% NP gauge charge and own crit star generator. NP deals good damage, which further improve with either Tamamo and/or Castoria. However, many may turn away of choosing her because of notorious long skill cooldown even at max level. Also if friend support already got your main 4 or now 5 support of Caster, you’re better off with other Servants unless you want her for farming.

Thomas gonna need his strengthening to increase his rank here, mainly that 1st skill to reduce skill cooldown which is targetable. While his NP and normal damage is weak, he makes up by being the best stalling support (provided no debuff immunity), having skill seal, NP seal to stall enemy Servant. 3rd skill of his provide a good buff to your main DPS to overcharge their NP level. And, also being a story-locked servant some may consider getting him if you can accept the long cool down (2nd skill at 10 turns CD on max level) on his skill.

Support

Medea Lily

If you’re wondering who is the White Mage/Healer in this game, that would be Medea Lily. Pure healing + Debuff removal and now a targetable buff removal resist? That’ll be her where many sought her in Challenge Quest. But her skillset is overshadowed easily by your Top 5 Caster (Merlin, Waver, Skadi, Tamamo & Castoria) who can do those said job if not better than her.

Assassin:

ST NP:

Yan Qing & Emiya Assassin

Wu Zetian

Carmilla

Chiyome

Yan Qing while I put him first, he can easily replaceable with Jack who does better star generation. Or pair them to generate even more stars while you watch them burn your potato phone. His recent skill upgrade increase his damage making him more usable in fights, but will still need Skadi to invest him well.

Emiya Assassin, with good NP damage buff like Ignore Defense + Invincibility and NP drain, own Arts buff, and targetable taunt, he’s one of the recommended Servants for Arts DPS with Castoria when she’s out. And especially needing Castoria because of his horrible Arts card NP generation... If you got Shiki who’s doing better along with Hundred face Hassan, you’ll want them for damage and own survival kit.

Wu Zetian would be in line with Kiritsugu if not better for damage, but is heavily reliant on her Imperial Privliege RNG to work with her. Skadi support and buff removal NP makes her one of the recommended Assassin Quick NP DPS to pick if you’re lacking..

Carmilla is low rank while despite having good NP gain, charge and own healing with a staller..... You’re better off having other Servants like Wu Zetian. Or even Jack who does more better than her on the Anti-female damage.

Chiyome definitely her low damage despite NP spam and charge, make her least wanted for SR ticket. Even NP seal can be ineffective with those having debuff immunity, which many other Assassins are doing their job including the 3 stars one.

AOE NP:

Katou Danzo

While waiting for Gray next year, Danzo is your currently only 4* Assassin with more on the support side. Having both targetable evasion and invincibility, she can keep either DPS or support Caster against enemy on their attacks and NP. AOE damage may not be boost a bit with the help from said support caster, unless your enemies are demon to work against.

Support:

Stheno

Aside additional Rare Prism to exchange, Stheno acts more of a support if you want to challenge yourself with a Divine Servant theme in CQ, etc. She along with Gorgon Sister are known for their notorious Charm Lock in CQ, and NP now easily spammable to remove buffs on enemy. Stheno together with Euryale is why Gawain is having nightmare every night ever since his humiliating defeat in Camelot. But in terms of damage output, you definitely want alternative Servant than her. And support wise, you’re also better off with others if you’re not that into Divine team routine.

Berserker:

ST NP:

Heracles

Penthesila

Beowulf

Atalante Alter

Ibaraki

Aside being bias because that’s my boy I raised and grailed him, Heracles will be your number 1 must have Servant to have for all Master. One of the best surviving Servant for long fights, may need a little boost from support Caster. His investment to get Bond 10 will be a long while but will definitely be worth it once achieved. Now, with the latest strengthening his Guts Skill and own CE makes him the monster on why Lancer ga Shin Da and Emiya in Saber Route one of a nightmare to fight with.

Penthesila while ranked second despite lacking of Greek Males (doesn’t include Achilles avoiding her), she provide a good Buster support for all team, own NP charge and debuff immunity for herself that brings out a high NP damage. However, without Merlin... She’ll die before finding and killing Achilles.

I swear to god DW has a grudge against you, Beowulf. But hey, after his strengthening next year, good bye intuition, hello Inspired Hero that increased crit damage and gather rate! If you’re looking for a more general damage unlike Penth, he’s your boy. High NP damage and Guts to keep him in the game longer, but requires support to boost NP gain and normal damage.

Like many other Quick Servants, Atalante Alter is Skadi compatible. A ST NP with staller and curse debuff, her own crit generation, gather and damage allow her to produce good NP damage. Yet like all Berserker she falls harder in terms of glass canon like lacking of survival skills. Her critical dmg is hard to maintain with her 1st skill merely providing her a one time burst.

Probably the one Servant who fits truly as a glass canon is Ibaraki, NP damage can be comparable with Heracles, Penth and Beowulf. Removing own debuff and enemy buff is a good thing, but defense buff alone may not save her from enemy Servants who hits the poor banana like a truck. NP gain may also need boost from support due to her triple BBB in her deck.

AOE NP:

Lancelot Berserker

Frankenstein

Tamamo Cat

The most recommended yet also possibly need additional whaling is Lancelot Berserker. The moment Skadi appears, he’s on the top list of having in party to do farming. Own NP create large amount of sum and massive crit boost helps to refund NP. But, without Skadi and needing NP2 at least, he’ll be ranked lower.

Frankenstein will be your alternative to berserker Lancelot if you already have him. But like Berserker Lancelot, you’ll need Skadi to do the looping. Her own NP Damage boost and increase gain helps for the loop, but unfortunately you’ll need Servant with debuff removal to remove her stun after using her NP. Aside farming....You’re gonna want other Servant to save her from getting killed within few turns.

Tama Cat aside being one of Chaldea main cook, she’s more utilized for farming after abusing poor Waver and Caster support. And poor Waver everyone will have to do their best to protect Tama Cat who took a few turns of napping (stun) after using her NP. Beside that, she does provide an RNG of NP drain and own defense and attack boost. However other than farming, you’re better off with other AOE Servants for survival.

Avenger:

Situational between Gorgon or Hessian Lobo

Because a Ruler enemy is very rare to find aside coming LB3 without mention spoilers on who, it’s more or less situational. Do you want for the sake of it? Want to do your own CQ rules to experiment against? If so, AOE or ST NP?

AOE being Gorgon where she got a a decent AOE NP Damage with a stun but definitely need support to survive (guts may not be sufficient) and star generation. She’s also story-locked which if you want to get her before Babylonia, might as well do so.

Hessian Lobo is compatible with Skadi and alternative if you don’t Avengers like Jeanne Alter. Good crit gather for 3 turns with Skadi or any other Servants provide star generation. NP damage has own boost of ignore evasion and additional crit damage, excluding your instant death. While having buff removal is one and atk decrease, your death resist is still ineffective on enemy Servants boss.

#shastawarlord #hope this helps a little in your decision for SR ticket

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi, Team 7 - Relationship, Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto) Additional Tags: AU, Post-Chuunin Exams, post chuunin exams attack, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Team 7 Family bonding, Genin Era, Everybody moves in with Sasuke, he's got room, semi-au, Plot Twists, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Roommates, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, BAMF Haruno Sakura, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto) Feels, BAMF Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto), Team as Family, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of Post-Chuunin Exam AU Summary:

Sakura always wished she could relate to her teammates better. She wishes she could take it back.

In which Sasuke acquires some unwanted roommates and a team becomes a family.

Note: I realized that I never posted these chapter to Tumblr, so I’m just catching up :)

Naruto's grand plan to get Sakura back on Team 7 will come to him any day now. He's sure of it. They can't just not be a team anymore. That would be crazy. In the meantime, it's kind of been a good vacation. He gets to sleep in every day, he hardly ever needs to see Sasuke's stupid face. On the other hand, he never gets to see Sakura. She's not talking to any of them. It doesn't matter what he says or how he pleads. She won't open her door when she's home and she won't tell him where she's going when she leaves.

As he takes the long way home from hanging out with Chouji and Shikamaru, he turns over the problem in his head. He just needs to try harder—maybe do something nice for her. He'll treat her to ramen! The thought of it makes his stomach rumble and the phantom scent tickle his nostrils.

He opens the front door to the apartment and nearly trips over his own feet.

Sakura is standing at the stove, ladling broth into two bowls. She smiles tentatively at him before biting her lip. "Hi."

"…Hi."

Awkwardly, she gestures to the kitchen table, which is already set with chopsticks, spoons, napkins and glasses of water. "I made ramen."

He can see that. It smells amazing.

In a daze, he drops into the chair kitty-corner from hers. She sets his bowl in front of him and he glances between it and her, then back again. He doesn't touch it. He wants to know what's happening. She's being her normal self, someone he hasn't seen in what feels like forever.

Sakura seems to sense his apprehension. "I'm really sorry Naruto."

"You don't have to be-"

"Yes I do," she swallows, "I want to make sure you know that I wasn't angry with you and I shouldn't have shut you out like that. I was mad at Kakashi-sensei and Sasuke-kun and a bunch of other stuff, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. You were just trying to be a good friend."

He shrugs, honestly it wasn't much different than when she'd yell at him before.

"It's not okay and you didn't deserve that." She takes his hands and so many feelings well inside him. He tries to think of the last time someone said they were sorry and meant it. He can't recall. "You're a really good friend." Naruto's face heats and he demurs. No one's ever said that about him either. He's torn between tears and smiles, so he splits the difference.

Wow.

He sniffles. "Thank you Sakura-chan. And this looks awesome!"

Forgoing the chopsticks, he tips the bowl directly into his mouth. And coughs.

"Oh my god."

"Good? I made it a little spicy…"

"Sakura, I'm so sorry, I really appreciate the thought but this is terrible."

It's the only apology she owes and Sakura is satisfied with that. She never dreamed it would be difficult, but everything went over so easy with Naruto that she almost feels guiltier now than she did before.

Getting what she wants from Sasuke will be way more difficult. She has no hopes for an apology, but she'd settle for some semblance of understanding. And it would take her entire arsenal of everything she's learned about him since being put on the same team. The most important of which, is this:

If you want Sasuke to understand something, you have to beat it into him.

Sasuke does not apologize. The last time he was made to, he was eight years old and his mom threatened not to let him play with Itachi until it was done. There hasn't been anyone in a position to make him do anything for a long time. From age eight to twelve he has been beholden to no one.

Now he's doing things like buying groceries for three and making sure he buys the lactose free milk so that N aruto doesn't hog the bathroom excessively. He's taking into account people's feelings. He has roommates.

He tried to reason with Kakashi.

Naruto was going about it all wrong. You can't change someone's mind if you don't engage with them. Instead of not showing up, Sasuke was belligerent right to his face. Hopefully he took some of it to heart. Maybe he even talked to Sakura. Stranger things have happened.

He wouldn't say he's sorry… but he hates the way things are now. Everything is much better when Team 7 is together.

It's more efficient, he tells himself. He needs sparring partners, he reasons.

He misses them, he refuses to admit.

He's so predictable; it's easy to ambush Sasuke while he's training.

Sakura lands directly behind him while he takes a breather between kick exercises. He doesn't turn around. He does that annoying thing where he keeps his back to you but says your name like he knew you were there the whole time—tool.

"What do you want?" he tries to be intimidating but to her ears he just sounds apprehensive, like he's priming himself for being yelled at.

"I wanna talk."

He whirls half around, "Seriously?"

"No," she goes for the knees; manages to knock him over, but can't dodge the elbow he jabs into her side. Sakura rolls to the side, coughing. "I came to," another cough, "kick your ass."

She can't believe her ears, he actually snorts at her. It makes her blood boil. "PREPARE YOURSELF YOU JERK!"

Sasuke rolls his eyes and takes a reluctant defensive stance. Nobody moves for a long moment. "Well? Come kick my ass," he mocks.

Sakura isn't stupid. She knows in an all-out fight she's no match for him. Yet. He's got the Sharingan and Chidori on his side. But she has boiling, undiluted rage sublimating into pure adrenaline.

His first punch lands on her shoulder. "Ow!"

"Seriously?!" He fell for it!

"NO!" She takes advantage of his exasperated pause and grabs his fist and twists, throwing him over her shoulder and onto the ground. She bends at the waist to glare into his eyes, "Take me seriously," she warns, "Or I'll take you down."

"Fine." He windmill kicks, sweeping her legs out from under her. He jumps on her, pinning her to the dirt. "Are you coming back to training or what."

"Why? Do you miss me?" She hooks her knee around his thigh and flips them, holding him down by her forearm against his neck.

"You wish." He flips them again. "Give up yet?"

"Never," then she bites his wrist so hard that he shrieks.

"SAKURA, WHAT THE FU-!" with a sharp thrust of her palm she bloodies his nose and scurries back ten feet.

This isn't what she came here for, but it sure is satisfying.

He comes at her again, and kicks her in the gut, sending her flying into a tree trunk. Winded, she slides to the dirt among the roots. "I don't need you, you know. You can retire for all I care. You and Naruto."

She grunts and spits out a wad of blood, "Keep telling yourself that."

"I was right and if you can't handle your emotions, that's not my problem."

"My emotions?" How did she never see what a sanctimonious ass he could be? And such a hypocrite. "You don't get to lecture me about handling my emotions and not getting angry. You're the angriest person I've ever met and you almost killed Naruto."

She attacks with taijutsu, punches and kicks that would be bruising if she could only land a hit. He dodges but doesn't counter. She can see the frustration in his features and it vindicates something in her to know she's getting to him.

"I get to be mad at the world. I get to be mad at Sound and I definitely get to be mad at you. You didn't invent loneliness okay? We're all sad. We're all angry. We've all lost things. The difference between you and me is that you have somewhere to direct your anger." She goes for another kick, only to find her leg tangled up in razor thin wires. She can see the other end held in his fist. He tugs and more of them tighten around her arms. Their sharpness forces her to be still.

"There is literally nothing I can do," fuck, she's crying now. "There's no one to get vengeance on. Nothing I can achieve that will erase it. What happened to you was awful. You lost your whole family and I only lost my parents… but they were all I had. I'm sorry that you had more to lose. I don't know what to do now. Everything feels different. All I know is that you, Naruto and Kakashi are all that's left."

"My brother did it." His voice prompts her to look up. He glares at the floor and his fist loosens around her bonds. "I don't know what it changes, but it was him. I hate him so much and I will kill him." He cannot admit that he loved him once. That would humanize him in ways that 12-year-old Sasuke is not prepared for. "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have that," he admits. "You still think you want to be like me? I'm going to kill my own brother. Does that scare you?"

She will not be baited. "I'm nothing like you," she lies, "And you don't scare me," she lies again. "You don't have to be nice, but you do have to respect me."

He considers her for a moment, then his grip loosens the rest of the way. The wires drop and he holds out his fist. She bumps it with hers and the move feels at once foreign and cathartic.

"I'm still mad at you."

Sasuke rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch. "I'm mad at you too."

The nurse at triage takes one look at the two of them; Sakura with her criss cross of cuts, Sasuke with his crooked nose and sighs. "Can't you take care of this yourself?"

Sakura beams, "Of course! It's not for me. He's so pretty, it'd be a shame if I disfigured him permanently. Hearts would break all over Konoha!"

He shoots her a cutting glare but doesn't argue. He's a little vain too.

The nurse looks unamused and gestures for them to sit.

Sasuke plans to sit in silence for the next seven hours while more important injuries are taken care of, but Sakura makes it impossible. She might be trying to punish him by being as annoying as possible. She talks about Naruto and Ino and that stupid firefighting turtle show. And he definitely doesn't care that this feels almost normal.

"What are you doing here?"

Sasuke snaps out of ignoring Sakura to stare at the Godaime Hokage, standing imposing and tall over them as they sit in a pair of cheap plastic folding chairs. "It has nothing to do with the Magekyou," he is quick to reassure.

"Not you," the Hokage says drily, "It's very clear what you're here for." Then she pinches his nose between her glowing green pointer and thumb, then twists.

He shouts at the crack, but the pain quickly subsides. He rubs his nose and dried flecks of blood come away, but it feels like the correct shape.

"Sakura."

"Shisou!"

"I hope you didn't come in for those scrapes."

"No ma'am."

"I'll have no apprentice of mine embarrassing me and wasting a doctor's time."

"Of course ma'am."

"I'll show you how to fix them yourself up tomorrow, after that you'll have to start coming to training with injuries or else we'll have nothing to do."

"I could always bring him," Sakura offers, jerking a thumb in Sasuke's direction.

"Sure you could, but if you fuck up you could blow a leg off. That might be the wrong kind of motivation. Now scram."

"Yes ma'am!" Sakura giggles and grabs Sasuke's arm, dragging him outside.

"You made me listen to you talk about Ino's haircut but you didn't mention that?"

Earlier…

Kakashi scooches closer on the roof and bumps shoulders with Sakura, who's been staring at her swinging feet for several minutes now.

"I'm tired of being mad, I don't want to feel anything anymore."

"You don't want that."

"Yes I do. It hurts all the time… I just want to be strong. Like you. I don't want to cry anymore."

Kakashi stares out at the sunrise and feels the ancestral guilt of a hundred generations of shinobi, all the teachings that led a 12-year-old girl to think it was wrong to mourn. "I don't want you to be like me," he admits, "I want you to be better. I want better for you."

Her tired smile rewards him, golden light reflected warmly. Maybe he can do right by these kids.

He's not doing too bad.

#sasusaku #sasuke x sakura #naruto #team 7 #genin fic #fanfiction #if you can't hold on hold on #IYC #my fic

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dongiovannaswife · 4 years

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Hello my beautiful friend!How are you?May I ask for a song request?”The Balcony Scene” from Paul Bateman,Giorno celebrates your birthday with a Venetian masquerade ball, Mista is dressed as the night, Reader as the moon.The bodyguard and the witch had a fight in the morning during a mission together, but at the ball, the two of them dance, kissing for the first time. Hope it is alright!!! Thank you so much again xox

Hi! Thank you for the extra help and guidance, I learned a lot doing this, I really hope you like it and I’m not messing with the culture or tradition.

Additional songs used, mainly for inspiration: “Luna” and “Labios rotos” by Zoé.

Warnings: none.

SONG FIC: THE BALCONY SCENE, PAUL BATEMAN; GUIDO MISTA.

The cello and the violin composed a calm, soothing but mysterious melody that filled the room with the multitude present there; in the small stage, Don Giovanna and the person to whom the party is dedicated, his wife, sit with hands intertwined —there was something (Y/n)’s friend used to say, something she couldn’t stop thinking about every time she saw people holding hands; when a couple holds hands, they aren’t only showing their link to the world, but uniting their souls as one. In a way, the witch agreed, thinking about what would it be like, to hold that special’s person hand, and be able to feel the connection, the link, between their souls set, to feel his heat or his coldness against the palm of her hand; and as such, to lean and feel his lips against hers, his hands around her waist or cupping her face: to have those lips for her and her only. To get into his heart, and stay there.—

Guido Mista, the Don’s bodyguard, stands behind them, arms behind his back as he observes around the room with cautioning eyes; his mask hiding his sad expression every time his eyes fall in (Y/n), a witch working under Giorno’s orders, giving him premonitions of the incoming dangers and offering her support along the Supreme Guild Of Witches set around Italy, recently coming to terms with an alliance to the mafia.

Personalizing the night, it feels like Mista’s sadness goes with it in the eyes of someone who fears the incoming of it; but the gunslinger feelings are not part of his act, for his motives reside in the witch; his chest tightening painfully every time he looked at her and his own words resounded on his mind, as if his own self was trying to punish him for his attitude. Her hurt, angry eyes and words flooding then through his memories.

Turning his head, Giorno’s eyes land on his wife. As a matter of coincidence, she looks at him and both stare, aware of the smiles under their masks. Both of their masks resembling their stand’s features and colors —and at the top of the mask, crowns that recalled their tittles and importance, as Murolo whispered.

“Are you enjoying the party, bella?” His soothing, raspy voice asks as he leans unconsciously.

Lena nods, but doesn’t speak. Giorno waits patiently, knowing she’s making her mind over something.

“I just wish our friends were happy too.”

It takes him a bit to understand the subtext of her words, but when he does, he nods, humming softly. “Your wish is my command, amore.”

Turning his head slightly, without really looking back at Mista, Giorno’s gloved fingers, elegant in those black gloves, curl against his palm. Soon enough, the gunslinger steps, leaning elegantly still with his hands behind his back, ear at the don’s mouth.

“Relax, I’ll call Fugo so he can take your place.”

Mista nods, voice in a rush as he shots back. “Are you sure, boss?”

Giorno bows, hand gesturing again as he turns his head to the ballroom, focusing in the multiple couples dancing; watching as three members of his Unitá and the Guild of Witches talk, all sitting in a table. Between them, Fugo stood, making his way to the stage without needing to be told, since he’s been keeping a close eye from there. Mista bows his head in acknowledgment, descending the stairs. As both stand users cross ways, Fugo mutters something untelligible under his mask.

“Come here, sit with us, Mista!” Vittorio Ventura says, rising his glass of wine; his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. At their side, (Y/n) smiles softly, but uncomfortably.

God, destiny was such a weird but amazing thing.

Making his mind and deciding that it’s now or never, Mista’s voice has the ring of someone who’s smiling even if you can’t see them, but can hear their smile. “Thank you, Vittorio, but if you excuse me, I would like to dance with (Y/n).” Vittorio gasps dramatically and Mista, standing now before the witch, bows his head slightly, offering his arm for her to hold into, asking as his other takes his mask off, as the tradition says. “May I have this dance, signorina?” though his body language confirms confidence, there’s a trembling in his voice that betrays him, allowing the witch to see through him, realizing how they’re on the same boat.

“Alright, Guido.” Taking her own mask off for a moment, she answers, voice wavering and hand shaking as she accepts the gunslinger’s arm, circling it with her own as he guides her to the dance floor.

They put their masks back on.

The two settle in front of the other, gazing into each other’s’ eyes, finding the hurt, sadness and pain present. If eyes are the windows to the soul, then they’re looking straight into the depths of the other, becoming one with only that simple act.

The room goes silent for a moment. Then the silence and the first notes in the piano become one, melting into each other, fusing in a tender melody. Mista lowers his head, timidly reaching out to wrap a hand around her waist. As the witch circles his shoulder with one of her hands, the violin joins; the piano keeping up until it’s only the violin, its melody complacent.

“I’m sorry, for everything.” He whispers and as if in correlation, the next instrument joins in for a moment. And then there’s only silence until the music comes back and their hands find each other. Locking eyes again, Mista smiles softly, apologetic as he starts moving, grasping her hand between his, and guiding her through the dance floor.

Timidly leaning her head against his chest, (Y/n) mutters only for him to hear. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have screamed, I just— I just felt unable to protect you from the enemy. You… You rushed to attack and I was too far, I… You could have been injured, Guido.” Mista hums, resting his chin against her head. Even if their posture is not the right one to dance compared to the rest of couples, in the moment it doesn’t feel like they are at a party; it feels like they are in the commodity of Passione’s headquarters.

“And when I found your earpiece in the floor after I tried to talk to you, I thought the worst.” She finishes, throat closing.

“But you saved me, (Y/n).” Mista answers, tightening his hold around her, chest tightening with pain. “You kicked that guy’s ass and his ancestor’s one.”

(Y/n) laughs, though it may come off weird given the sensation in her throat, for Mista, it’s the sound of victory.

“I admit I acted impulsively, I should have heard you. And I don’t have an explanation for what I did… I—I’m sorry, really. I never meant to make you worry, or make you cry, or make you mad.”

(Y/n) nods, pulling away as they come back to the dancing posture. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have screamed at you. Just… Don’t scare me like that ever again. Please.”

Mista nods, in a trace. Lost in her eyes.

The music stops, signifying the song has ended. Even then, as part of the tradition, Mista takes his mask off; (Y/n) imitates him, waiting for his next move.

The gunslinger leans and (Y/n) almost stands on her tiptoes, but the sight of his eyes traveling back and forth between her eyes and lips bewitches her, even if she’s a strong witch, it seems like the gunslinger has a spell casted over his eyes to make her helpless before him. Closing her eyes when Guido closes his own, their lips met. Guido’s hands around her waist, fingers tracing over the fabric of her dress; her arms around his neck. Their masks barely held between their fingers as the kiss deepens—

After all, the moon and the night are destined to be companions, from the ancient times to the actual and future ones.

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