#when your love language is almost dying for your crush multiple times

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Bingo Enemies to Lovers Ethan Landry prompt 3. 

Ethan and the reader have a bickering match every time the group is together. Mostly because he has a crush on her and in boy fashion he teases her instead of acting in his feeling but she’s not one to bite her tongue so they go back and forth. Anywho, he decides he’s going to do something more drastic and scare (or potentially kill. Wherever you want to take it honestly) her. But when he’s chasing her with the knife and he gets her he just can’t do it. She’s like pleading and he gets off on it. He doesn’t do anything at the moment. He leaves and the next couple of times they all hang out he’s more teasing than just arguing, trying to get her back to herself because she’s shaken up. He goes to her house to “check up” on her because she’s been less punchy lately. (In my head she can’t really tell her friends about the ghost face chase thing because they suspect her since she got away unharmed. So when he checks on her she just feels like he sees her and takes comfort in him.) she’s a bit vulnerable so she’s guarded at first. Prompt 3 around here I think. Ethan still either a virgin or has very little experience. I love his nerdy side in the movie. Wheew i nearly wrote it for you. I just want to see how you’d expand it. Love your work. Idk if this can fit in one part but I’d love to read how ever many this turns out to be ❤️

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Ethan Landry x Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, fluff, angst maybe?

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.7K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ethan had a school boy crush on you - it was the best way to explain how he felt about you. He loved the nights of bickering during movie nights, but when he gets told that he needs to kill you because you’re going to get in the way, he can’t. You get shaken up and aren’t your normal self so he goes to check on you, and one thing leads to something he truly didn’t expect to happen.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || fighting & teasing || attempted murder || slight dubcon(?) || Ethan pussies out || banter is his love language but it’s a bad love language || Dacryphilia || blood kink || blood eating || kind of mean/dom! reader || Ethan is a munch || unprotected sex || multiple orgasms || oral || face riding || creampie || definitely a breeding kink || size kink || SPIT ||

“It’s not me who’ll be dying a virgin.”

Those words wouldn’t have hurt him that much if they weren’t so true. He hated the fact that you had sex with men that weren’t him, good sex obviously from the way Tara always raved about how you and your nightly partner never let her sleep.

“Well… I think that’s it for movie night,” Chad had said as everyone stood up together. “Have a goodnight guys!”

You quickly stand, grabbing your bag and muttering things. “Tara, are you coming with me or are you staying?”

Tara nods, but then shakes her head. “I-I’m going to stay, if you don’t really mind?”

You smiled as you held up your bag. “No, I don’t mind. Got my buddy in here, I’ll see you later!”

You start to walk out, ignoring the buddy rule you and your friends had because at this point, you were truly going to snap and maybe murder one of them. Not in a Ghostface mask though.

You quickly went down the steps of the dorm, humming as you bounced on the sidewalk. As frustrated as you were with Ethan, you really needed to get back into your more happy mindset so your dog Cocoa would know you’re upset because dogs are basically superhuman.

You paused when you heard something clatter behind you, turning around in fear with a deep inhale. Almost on cue, a dark black cat jumped out from the alleyway making you sigh loudly, basically releasing a bit of the tension in your body before you turned back around and kept walking.

You didn’t feel it though, the release of fear, anxiety pooling at the pit of your flipping stomach. You inhaled shakily as you dug through your purse, gasping as you were pushed into an alleyway.

You screamed out, gasping as they forced you to turn around, the white mask making your heart stop. You could feel your knees go weak before they pushed a knee between your legs and pushed it upwards. “N-No, please don’t-”

You could hear him shush you, his gloved hand pressing to the lips of the mask as you looked away, whimpering when a knife pressed against your cheek. He pushed you to the side, forcing you to look at him as you tried to shake your head.

Ethan grinned under the mask, the sight of you whimpering and starting to sob from his blade, threatening to slice you up whenever he wanted. He inhaled deeply as you started to shake your head, his hand shaking against your jaw.

“Please… please don’t do this. Don’t do this, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Oh, whatever he wanted? The thought was appealing, the ability to just cut off all of your clothes, watch you crumble to your knees and force your mouth onto his cock to beg him not to kill you.

He inhaled deeply, attempting to press the blade harder into your skin but your tears made it slide. He flinched when it nipped at your skin, drawing the crimson liquid. He felt his eyes roll back as you sobbed loudly, his hand quickly going to your mouth, muffling your sounds.

You sobbed even louder, finally trying to fight against him before his knee pressed firmly into your pussy and a loud gasp falling from your lips.

“You better behave.” He growled out, his hand tightening around the hilt of the blade and pressing harder into your skin. “Behave!”

You sobbed loudly, shaky hands tugging on the black fabric of his robe. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything you want me to, I promise! Please, please just don’t hurt me.”

He pressed it deeper into your skin, hand tightening around your mouth as he leaned forward. He ducked under the mask, being careful that you didn’t see him as he licked along your cheek, collecting your tears before dragging the tip of his tongue down to the nip he made, sucking on it to collect all the blood from the small cut.

You sobbed even harder as the knife slowly pushed into your collar bone, leaning close to your ear before forcing his voice deeper. “You tell anyone about this, I’ll come back and fuck you with the hilt of my knife, then I’ll kill you with a slit to your throat. You understand me?”

“Yes! Yes, I understand, I understand! I’m sorry!” You sobbed even harder but Ethan could hear voices and footsteps, quickly shushing you. “Kiss me. Kiss me and I won’t kill you.”

Quickly, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his as his hands caught both of your wrists before you could continue slamming your fists to his chest. He groans loudly into your mouth, knee shaking unconsciously making moans leave your mouth as you dig your nails into your palms.

“Just some horny kids. Get a damn room!”

They walked away, Ethan still not pulling back before your teeth tug on his lip hard enough to draw blood. He hissed loudly as he pulled away, laughing as he quickly pulled down his mask. Pressing the blade against your cheek, he tilts his head. “You’re mine, you got that? You belong… to me. Do you understand that? Don’t make me give you a real scar for you to understand that.”

You whined, eyes watering as your head bobbing. No tears were coming from your eyes, there was none left as he started to back away. “Don’t tell anyone, or I’ll come back!”

You weren’t the same. You never left game nights alone, you never argued with Ethan, you just sat there. Your hands were shaking, eyes darting everywhere every moment in time.

Tonight’s movie was It, a horror film Ethan didn’t really care for. In fact, no one really was keen on scary movies, but they wanted a bit of a change. You sat down next to Ethan, hugging a pillow tightly against your chest as he smirks down at you.

“If you get scared, you can hold my hand.”

You don’t respond, your hand quickly pushing into his, shaky fingers and sweaty palms tightly wrapped around his own hand as you inhale shakily. He looked over, raising a brow, but it made sense that you were so scared. He liked it, the thought of the fact that he scared you this much that you’re falling right into his arms.

“Y/N? You alright?” He whispers as you look up at him, gasping when you see the cut on his lip.

“Wh-What is that? On your lip?”

He felt panic settle in as he self consciously licked his lips, humming with a shake of his head. “I was sealing a letter for class,” he laughs awkwardly, shaking his head. “It was… it was stupid, I started bleeding all over the place. But you… you don’t seem okay.”

He was the first to notice, and oh did it make your heart swell and skip a few beats. Your other hand finds his as you lean into his chest, shakily exhaling a breath as he pulls you closer. “I’m not.”

Ethan smiled into your hair before standing up, everyone else easily falling asleep during the movie after surviving through a real life horror film. “Do you want to come to my room? Or go to your house?”

In all honesty, nothing sounded better than going to his room and being fucked so hard that you couldn’t even remember that night. Except, maybe, going to your apartment where you could get railed so hard you wouldn’t remember anything either. Besides, not everyone had to hear you begging for another round when Ethan would surely pass out after seeing your pussy.

“Can we go to my house?”

Ethan nods quickly, hiding his smile as he pulls you out of the apartment after you grab your bag. You held his hand tightly, jumping at every small sound before you both got to the street of your apartment and a black figure made you stop in your tracks.

A whimper fell from your mouth as Ethan rolled his eyes, of fucking course his sister wanted to get rid of you tonight. But, it’ll work in his favor anyway. “Y/N, get to your apartment.”

“What?” It was like you were frozen, your hands gripping his as Quinn starts to make her way toward the both of you and he starts to push you up the stairs.

“Go!”

You do as he said, quickly running up the stairs while calling 911, Quinn quickly stopping in front of Ethan. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“I’m about to get fucking laid!”

Quinn pauses, taking off her mask. “So that’s why you couldn’t kill her? Because you’re pussy whipped?!”

“Would you shut up?!” Ethan groaned, straightening when he heard sirens coming. “You need to go, but do something so that it looks real.”

“I have no arguing with that, you pussy whipped mother fucker.”

It was just a small cut on his collarbone because Quinn would probably feel bad about it later, but after quick interviews with the police and your hands holding his tightly, it was almost done.

“Can we go now? Don’t you see that he’s injured?” You asked the barraging officers who sigh heavily.

“Is there really nothing else you can think of?”

“No, nothing,” Ethan says, inhaling sharply. “I don’t feel good, though, I want to leave.”

“The paramedics offered to take you to the hospital-”

“For a few stitches?” You scoffed. “I’m a med student, I can get that done here. We’re leaving.”

You were quick to pull him up the stairs and unlock your apartment door, pushing him down onto the couch. “Take off your shirt.”

He was quick to obey, taking off his shirt as you go to the restroom and bring out a large container of what seemed to be medical supplies. “Is it deep? Can you tell?” He looks down, attempting to stare at his collarbone making you giggle. “Not what I meant, honey.”

His cheeks get hot as you kneeled down in front of him between his legs, getting a good view of the cut before taking out a large wrapped gauze. “It’s not too deep, doesn’t need stitches. Let me just clean it up.”

“Y/N.”

“I mean, unless you want stitches I could probably-”

“Y/N.” You looked up, Ethan smiling down at you as he slowly pushed his hand through your hair, pushing it out of your hair. “Don’t worry about me. What’s wrong with you?”

You inhaled shakily as he smiled down at you, his perfect shining smile as you shook your head. “D-Don’t worry about it-”

“Y/N, I’m worried about you,” he says, shaking his head. “I want to know what is going on. You know that I’ll protect you.”

You stared up at him as you finished putting on the gauze, pushing your hands onto his bare shoulders and sitting in his lap. He swallowed as you hugged him tightly, inhaling shakily. “Promise?”

Ethan hugged you back tightly, nodding into your neck. “I won’t let anything happen to you, ever.”

It was a promise and he meant it. You pulled away with a smile, pushing back his hair. “Thank you, Ethan.”

He hummed, nodding as he leans into your touch with closed eyes, exhaling deeply. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Oh yeah? We’ve gone from arguments to this, darling?” You teased him, curling your fingers in his hair as he nodded.

“Always wanted to be like this with you, just didn’t know how to.” He mumbles into your neck, Ethan’s hands pushing into your shirt as he tugged softly. “C-Can I take it off?”

You hummed, nodding before the words rang back in your head. You inhaled shakily, and it was as though Ethan knew what you were thinking. “Y/N, I promise, I’ll do anything… anything to protect you.”

You nodded, raising your arms so that he could pull off your shirt. His mouth pressed wet, open mouthed kisses to your skin, sucking and biting against your skin as you inhaled sharply, humming. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

He pauses, smiling up at you. “I’m doing good then?”

“Well, you’re kissing really nice.” He laughed as he stood, going down the hall and attempting to open the door. “One more down!”

He quickly moved down again, opening the door before setting you on the bed. He watched as you quickly repositioned yourself, legs wide as you started stripping easily. Ethan quickly followed, his dick slapping against his lower stomach as he starts to crawl onto the bed before you press your foot onto his chest.

“You need to behave, Landry.”

“Behave? Baby, you don’t like it when I behave.”

You laugh as you let your leg fall against the bed, legs spread widely with a brow raised. “Well then, don’t. But you better be good at misbehaving, Ethan.”

He swallowed as you pushed him down so that his face was hovering over your pussy, your clenching cunt that was basically dripping with arousal. “Y-Y/N, I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.”

You tilted your head down at him. “You’ve never eaten someone out before?” You knew he was a virgin, but this much of a virgin?

He shook his head, making you giggle. “I-I can… I can try.”

“You’ve never seen a porno where the guy eats the girl out? Come on baby, I know you have.” You stroke his cheek before pulling him closer, dragging your thumb along your lips. “Or do you want me to do the work and you just take it? You seem like someone who’d like doing that.”

He swallowed as you raised a brow.

“Well, are you going to answer me?”

“I’ll sit back and take it, Y/N,” he leaned forward to lick a firm line against your aching cunt. “I’ll take everything you give me.”

You giggle as you help him lay back against the pillows, humming as you hovered over his face. “You’re going to lull out your tongue for me,” you say, watching as he does as you say with the slight tilt back of his head. “And then…” you move your body so that you could kiss him, sloppy and wet to make his mouth filled with your spit before pulling away. You giggle, kissing his nose before hovering over his mouth.

“You can use your fingers too. I’ll tell you if you’re too rough.”

He nodded, moving his hands to slowly press and rub against your cunt and clit, humming. “Y-You’re not going to sit down?”

You paused, giggling. “Are you… are you sure? I don’t… I don’t-”

He inhaled, shaking his head. “Y/N, darling, I might be a virgin, but I’m not a pussy. Sit down before I do it myself.”

You hummed, raising a brow. “Do what yourself?”

His hands go to your hips, forcing you down into his mouth as he lulled out his tongue. You gasped as he forced you to roll your hips into his mouth, eyes rolling back as you slowly humped against his face. You groaned out as one of his thumbs rubbed circles against your clit as his pointer finger slowly rubbed against your entrance, his tongue flickering and lapping.

You groaned loudly as you held onto the top of the bed frame, whining as you tried to go faster. It almost reminded you of humping your pillow when the thought of a dildo repulsed you, even this time riding his face was definitely better than that. You whimpered above him, throwing your head back. It was mind blurring, pleasure filling your body and making sparks run up your spine and your stomach twist.

You whimpered as he slowly pushed a finger into you, his other hand steadying your hips from shaking as you continued to thrust into his mouth.

He pushed another finger into you, his tongue pushing inside of you with another finger. His tongue laps and sucks against your clit, spit and your slick rubbing against his chin and around his mouth as he forces you to press lower against his mouth before giving a firm slap to your ass.

You yelped, releasing your weight onto him, making him pull you down closer and his teeth graze your clit. Your eyes rolled back as he lifted his head, attempting to get as close as he could to your cunt making a loud whine leave your lips.

Ethan couldn’t stop, not when your pussy was so fucking addicting. That’s probably what made you cum going on four times on his tongue, hips shaking as he forced you to stay on his tongue. His fingers didn’t stop thrusting into you, tongue flicking against your swollen clit as your eyes rolled back, tears falling down your cheeks. Your stomach was burning as Ethan humped the air, the hand on your hip leaving bruises against your skin.

“Ethan, Ethan! Ethan, please!” You were whimpering above him, imprints from the wood in your skin as he pulled away, his nose brushing against your clit before he pulled away.

“What? Do I stop? Am I not doing good?” He asked immediately, almost worried before you laughed, thighs shaking as you started to lift yourself up.

“Ethan, you’ve made me cum almost four times, and you think you’re doing bad?” You quickly flop onto your back, humming as you spread your shaky thighs. “Let’s see if you know how to make your dick work like your tongue.”

He gulped, taking his hand across his mouth to gather the wetness before looking down at his cock, cum dripping out of the tip. You looked down, letting out a soft giggle. “You came from eating me out?”

He smiled. “How could I not when your pussy is that fucking good?”

His words make you blush as he kneeled down in front of you, humming as he pressed his tip slowly into your entrance. Your eyes rolled back, whimpering from overstimulation as he rubbed his head up and down your slit. “Hm, when you want to be, you can be good.”

You gasped as he pushed into you, whining loudly as your hands held his shoulders before he bottomed out with a quick thrust. You were basically knocked out of breath, gasping for air as he leaned down to press a firm kiss to your lips. “Behave, my love, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You nodded, immediately arching your back as he started to push into you, head thrown back. “F-Fuck, I’m going to cum just like this, fucking hell Y/N. Y-You’re still so hot and w-warm, holy fuck!”

Your eyes rolled back, legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him down. “Holy fuck, are you sure you’re a virgin?” You whimpered into his ear, letting out a soft giggle as he laughed breathlessly.

“Guess it’s good that you’re asking that, right? I’m fucking you good?” He grunted, groaning loudly as his hips snapped forward, thrusts sloppy and rough.

“E-Ethan, stop,” you whimper, shaking your head. “We got time, baby, don’t rush it.”

“W-Was that not good? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbles before you shake your head, pushing back his hair.

“You don’t need to go rough right off the bat, ease into it,” you shakily roll your hips, moaning. “G-Go slow… then get faster.”

He whimpered, nodding. “B-But, what if it’s not enough? I-I want… I want more.”

You hummed, rolling your hips up into his own. “You can get faster, but don’t be sloppy, it hurts.”

He nodded, holding your hips, getting faster as he whined. The thrusts made your eyes roll back, mouth falling open as he kissed against your neck, whimpering. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck, it’s so good, your pussy is so perfect. A-Am I doing good, am I making you feel good? Fuck baby, I feel so fucking good, your pussy feels so good around me.”

You gasped, nails scratching down his back. “Yes, yes! Yes, I feel so good, fuck, I’m close! I’m close, Ethan!”

He grunted, his thrusts getting rougher in a way that wasn’t painful as he lifted up your hips to hit a whole new place inside of you that made your eyes roll back and a loud scream fall from your lips. Your mind blurred, vision going dark as he moaned loudly into your neck, gasping for air as his eyes rolled back.

You could feel his cum spurt inside of you, filling you up in the deepest spots inside of you before he pulled back a bit to watch your tummy start to bulge. He rubbed against your tummy, sitting back on his knees. “Can I go again?”

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, you can.”

He leaned down, pressing his lips against your neck before whispering, “I’m going to protect you with everything I have. No one will ever touch you, no one will ever take you from me baby.”

You whimpered, nodding against his neck. “Promise?”

“I promise.” And he will hold that until his death bed.

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You Call That Sneaky?? - Dimitri Belikov X Reader

Not all goes as planned when Y/N and Belikov fly the bird.

TW: Strong language, use of gunship/death.

"Belikov, we need covering fire!" is what you heard come through his comms attached to his collar. It was Adler, they were in a pretty tight place. You quickly pulled the missiles online and hit "launch sequence" on the AC-31 Gunship.

Belikov flipped some switches, pulled back on the yoke and held it steady. He looked back at you and gave the nod. You quickly got on the radios to let them know the danger.

"Y/N to Adler, danger close. I repeat danger close. AC-31 out!" You warned them.

You set off the first round of just bullets, and quickly switched to bursts of incendiary rounds.

"Shot out!" You called, hitting a direct target.

The place was practically crawling with enemies, and you needed to clear extraction to bring the team up. They originally came here to collect some potential information regarding Robert Aldrich.

You needed to take him out because he was leaking sensitive information to Perseus, and his trail went cold after Bell was able to crack his spy ring.

So, of course hotshot Adler loaded himself, Woods, and Mason up and hauled their cookies all the way to the Border of Colorado.

They snuck around, maintaining stealth. You and Belikov controlled the bird, and flew around for sweep and cover protection. But, as they snuck up on a meeting, it was all revealed.

Turns out, it was a set up. And it really pissed off Frank. It pissed him off so much, he ended up losing his temper, and reached for a conveniently well place grenade launcher.

To sum it up, Frank fucked up. Because now the three man dream team went up against well over 200 enemies. So, here you were. You layed multiple rounds out until slowly but surely all the white in the thermal sights faded.

"We are clear Belikov! We are heading to the Southeast ridge, hooking up there!" Mason said into the radio.

"We got you guys, don't even worry. Y/N here will keep you safe!" Belikov said, looking over at you and winking.

You felt yourself blush, and quickly turned back to the controls.

"Well, looks like Woods owes all of us a drink after this shit show. You are sleeping on the couch tonight!" Adler yelled.

"Hey fuck you, I'll sleep there with your mom!" Frank retorted.

Man, the conversations between them never got old. You loved the time spent with the team.

You and Belikov pulled the helicopter over the ridge, where the team was going to hook up. You got up from the cockpit, and readied three a long, safety rope with three hookup points for the boys.

You dropped it over and it fell. You watched as they all attached, and you hit the botton for the rope to start slowly retracting.

You made sure they got in one by one, for the safety of everyone. You went back up to the co pilot seat and strapped in.

"Belikov, we are clear! Boys, headphones on!" You shouted.

They all put the headphones on, and started to relax a little.

"Good job as my helper today, Y/N. Soon, you'll be able to fly by yourself. And when that day comes, you'll feel so full and accomplished you'll burst! And that'll be the day I take you out for party." Belikov said, flashing you a dazzling smile.

"Well thank you, Dimitri. And you better! We've talked about this since I first started flying!" You said, Watching the skys.

"Of course, anything for you. You are amazing in everyway possible." He winked at you.

You felt like you were in a daze, until you heard a familiar, yet worrying ding. You immediately sighed, knowing exactly what that ding met.

"Fuck, of course! Dimitri I thought you said you filled up before we left!" You said.

Belikov shot you a "oh shit I completely forgot face" and shrugged.

"The beauty of Adler's face had me distracted. I must have forgotten." He said.

"Finally, someone that appreciates this handsome face." Adler mumbled to himself.

"Well, what now? We'll never make it past the summit if we don't fuel up!" Mason cried.

You turned, looking back at them.

"What happens now, is either Dimitri or I have to go outside and hang off the ledge. While doing that, one of us will have to quickly connect the emergency fuel so it can atleast get us back to a drop zone." You spoke calmly, turning to him.

"But, since Belikov did it last time, it's my turn. I will go do this real quick, prepare for a stop at a fueling station. It looks like I'm reading one about 20 clicks North." You said, slipping on gear.

"Y/N, are you sure about this? I can do it while you fly, come now. Don't be stupid, nyet!" Belikov said.

You looked back, and gave him a thumbs up.

"No, I can do it. It's only fair, don't worry I got this. It'll be quick and easy!" You said, slipping an emergency parachute on just in case.

Adler, Woods, and Mason all watched as you geared up, stepping towards the opening of the heli.

"Y/N, your fuckin' nuts. Do you need any help?" Woods questioned.

You looked back at him, and nodded yes. He got up and came over to you.

"I need you to hold onto my feet until I tell you to let go. I need to start off with a good grip, or else I'll go splat." You said.

He nodded, and you went prone. You hung halfway out, and grabbed onto the support handles. Woods grabbed your feet and secured you.

You clipped your belt to the safety clamp and gave Woods a 'hold steady' hand signal. But, to him it apparently looked like a thumbs up. So, out of routine, he carefully let your feet go.

Immediately, the strong winds pulled your body out of the side, and left you hanging by your harness. The wind whipped and slashed at your skin like tiny, ice cold daggers as you desperately tried to reach for the handles.

Everyone on board started freaking out. Belikov went to make an emergency landing, but there were too many trees. He looked and looked for the best spot possible, and finally spotted a clearing.

You were screaming, yelling and crying. You felt the harness behind to tick and tear. It was going to bust at the seams at any moment, and you were still in the air.

You hung from the clip in the middle of your chest, trying to use your feet to kick back to the side.

Adler was trying to reach you with his arm, but it wasn't happening. You were just out of reach by a few feet. You were out of options.

"Y/N!!! Hang on, we almost have you!!" Mason shouted, quickly throwing together a rope to secure you with.

"What the hell did you do idyot?? I can't land, we are right over Soviet territory!" Belikov wretched out.

He dropped lower to land, but not fast enough. By time he dropped almost enough, is when your harness finally tore straight in half. The clip broke from the force, and you dropped straight down, backwards.

You screamed as you felt the force of the fall practically crush you. You were able to turn to your stomach, and quickly reach for the string used for the parachute.

You fumbled to find out, but when you did you yanked. Relief swept over you when it deployed, and slowly descended down to a platform.

"Her chute deployed, but it's heading straight to the middle of that warehouse it looks like!" Mason yelled.

Belikov channeled your radio, worry racing through him.

"Y/N? Y/N can you hear this? If so, I landed just a few clicks West of you. This is heavily guarded compound!" Belikov spoke into it.

You landed with a thud, and you quickly switched it on, ripping off the vest. You quickly took cover behind a fallen log, looking all around at your surroundings.

"I can see, and that little stunt just sent out a whole fucking search party. They have dogs, please tell me you have a plan." You said, finally throwing the vest to the ground.

Adler came on the radio next.

"Y/N, the best thing for you to do is to try and sneak around to the West side of the compound. We are going to push to you so you'll be safe. Do NOT draw any attention to you. Meet me at the blue warehouse." Was what he said.

"Blue warehouse, got it." Was all you said, clicking it off. You reached for a sharp looking rock you found on the ground, and got up to slowly look around.

You determined the best path to the warehouse, and set off. You were hurt, scared, and shaking. You could feel the adrenaline move through your body, and you almost couldn't think.

You weren't mad at Woods, you knew it was an accident. But right now.....All you wanted was to be in the arms of Dimitri Belikov. You decided now, after you got back to the heli you were going to say how you felt.

You were ready, and nearly dying really helped you decide. You just hoped he felt the same way.

Meanwhile, back with Belikov he was ready to kill. He assembled his trusty AK-47 and was ready to full send it to you. His heart was in a panic, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

"Belikov, Y/N is going to be just find. Adler will go get her, and then you'll get us home. Everything will work out, I promise." Mason said, trying to get Belikov to calm down.

Belikov looked to Mason with tears in his eyes. He couldn't stand the though of you out there, alone with no weapon. But knowing you, he knew you found something. That's what he loved about you, and many other things.

"I know, but she is worth a lot to me. I love her." Belikov sobbed.

Mason picked up on his distress, and he opened his arms for Belikov.

Belikov accepted the hug, and Mason patted his back.

"This will be over in a few minutes. Adler and Y/N will be back in no time, I promise." Was what Mason said.

Meanwhile, Frank fueled up the heli. The plan was to pick you up, and book it back home. Nobody wanted to be here more than they had to be.

Back with you, you approached a small fire. Around the fire was a few enemies, asleep. One was in a chair, the other on the ground, and the last against a barrell, hat pulled over his eyes.

You went to step around the group and take a right, but you smacked right into the frame of an old truck. This ended up setting off the panic alarm. You dove behind another old car and held still, as you heard them all shoot up from slumber.

You heard guns cock, and your heart sank. You swallowed hard, and leaned your head back against a car, looking up. They all started looking around, you heard the footsteps.

You fully accepted that you were doing to die. How the hell were you supposed to fight four people off with a sharp rock, while they had full automatic weapons.

You felt no hope, until you saw familiar sunglasses. Adler sat up on the ridge above you, waving you to follow him. Your eyes went wide, but you moved when he signaled.

That was, until you ran right into a person. You looked up at him, and he began to yell in Russian. He pulled his gun on you, but you tackled him quickly. You subdued him somehow, and grabbed his AK.

But you and Adler both spotted a flare in the distance. The screaming of the base alarm system filled your ears.

"Y/N, let's go! Just run, we are right up here!" Adler yelled, taking your hand.

You both sprinted full speed up the ridge side, with the entire army base on your heels. Adler radioed in, and finally you saw the heli in the distance.

"Be ready to go! We have the entire base on our ass, we're about 100 feet from you!" Is what Adler shouted.

You heard the blades begin to spin, it was ready to go. You both gave it all you had ad bullets zipped and flew past your head at incredible speed.

You came to the last few steps, and booked it. You both dove into the side, and Mason slammed it closed. The helicopter took off at full speeds, while bullets hit the side, making a panging sound.

You huffed and puffed on the ground, completely spread out. You suddenly felt arms around you, and a head in your neck.

It was Belikov, you recognized his smell from anywhere. You looked at him, lifting his face. You gave him a big smile and wiped his tears away.

"Hey its alright, I'm here. I'm safe, thanks to Doc." You chuckled.

Belikov took your face in his hands, and tucked your stray hair away.

"I thought I lost you. Y/N, I love you. I realized that tonight, after thinking you were dead. I always have, and will." He said, a tear falling from his eye.

You choked up, and rested your forehead against his. Your hand stroked his face, as you leaned in.

"And the same as I, Dimitri. Now, kissing me you fool." You said with a laugh.

You locked lips. It felt like fireworks and sparklers went off in your brain. It was everything you ever wanted.

After pulling away from the kiss, Belikov pulled you to his chest, and held you there all the way back. He looked down at you, and lost it laughing.

"What's so funny huh?" You questioned.

"No offense Y/N but, you call that sneaky? Tripping right into an enemy?"

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Let’s Talk About Norman

I’m going to start off by telling you all something you probably already know: Norman is abusive. I try not to use super strong language on this blog because calling someone abusive / toxic is a pretty big deal, but Norman is an abuser, full stop. Aside from the obvious physical violence though, there’s a lot of emotional trauma he causes Ruby through his actions— this post is mostly going to be talking about Norman’s emotional abuse and how it affects Ruby’s psyche and actions throughout the arc instead of just “oh he punched his son down some stairs” because I think it goes way deeper than that. With that out of the way, the rest of the post is below the cut!

PHYSICAL VIOLENCE

I can’t talk about Ruby and Norman without mentioning this— it’s the most clear cut evidence of his abuse on-panel. He punches his son down the stairs, engages in a high stakes fight with him, and puts him in mortal danger (which Ruby has to save himself from). What I’m concerned with isn’t the actual incidence of violence itself, but rather the emotional baggage that comes with it.

The interesting thing about the Big Fight scene to me is that Norman instigates the conflict. Norman lures Ruby into a “dark and scary building” in the rain and away from others, appears behind him, threatens him, and throws him against a wall. The only thing Ruby had done in that moment is ask his dad how / why he had found him— Norman was the instigator of violence. It is Ruby’s reaction to this immediately violent start that segues into the next Big Thing about their relationship.

ENVIRONMENT OF FEAR

It is obvious from the minute Norman appears on panel that he is intimidating. Multiple characters throughout the arc mention that they are scared of / intimidated by him, but none are more obvious than Ruby. In fact until we reach the scene at the Weather Institute, Norman hasn’t been shown in a positive light at all from Ruby’s perspective. Ruby continuously mentions fear about his father: he imagines his father grabbing him, looking angrily at him, and generally seems to be afraid of him. Ruby expresses worry and concern about the consequences of his father’s anger— and that’s ALL he thinks about. Ruby mentions explicitly that he has seen “Norman’s Dark Side” and tries to hide as soon as he appears. He even shivers at the mere mention of Norman. Ruby’s entire motivation is his fear of his dad, which is bad, obviously. 

Every thought about Norman that Ruby has up until the Weather Institute about Norman express fear and stress Norman’s emotional distance. Whether or not Ruby and Norman love each other is not of importance here, what is important is that Ruby has constant worry and anxiety about how Norman will react. His entire motivation at the beginning of the arc is centered around doing things behind Norman’s back and giving him definitive proof of Ruby’s accomplishments— Ruby is so nervous around Norman that he considers communicating to be a risk. This is typical abuse victim behavior and it continues through the arcs. Living under the constant threat of (often violent) punishment has taught Ruby that disagreements and communication in general are dangerous and can spiral into violence very, very quickly— he displays this same fear time and time again.

Quick Aside: As everyone here probably knows, the main conflict in the oras arc is centered around Ruby’s unwillingness to tell Sapphire what is going on for fear of how she will react. Ruby’s hiding of his memory of their confession in the Emerald arc is the same— Ruby refuses to communicate because he is afraid of how Sapphire will react. His main emotional flaw is the fact that he is driven by fear; Norman has shown him there are consequences to communication and Ruby carries this lesson throughout his entire life. He is a victim of abuse and this hampers his ability to communicate and be emotionally vulnerable. He is so caught up in the idea of consequences that he is more than willing to lie or omit the truth to avoid the consequences of talking to people about stressful topics. This is not to say that Ruby’s actions are excusable— he’s still a dick with communication issues, but whether or not Kusaka intended it, Norman’s abuse and its consequences define Ruby’s emotional arc.

ANGER ISSUES

I can’t really talk about the environment of fear that Norman created without talking about his anger issues. He crushes a phone, shoves people out of the way, knocks multiple Pokemon out at once, and otherwise acts aggressively in various situations throughout the arc without any real Reason. As if these hints weren’t enough, we actually get confirmation through Ruby’s mother that Norman “does this often”— and judging by Birch’s reaction, these displays of destructive anger aren’t normal in in-universe. Whether or not there is a violent / strict parenting style within the universe doesn’t matter, because Norman is shown to be uncharacteristically aggressive in comparison to other adults in the series. Judging by Ruby’s reaction at the Weather Institute, he implies that his type of violence towards him isn’t uncommon; he seems almost resigned to it.

To wrap up this section: Norman’s aggressiveness is atypical even in-universe, he is shown to be unable and unwilling to curb his violent anger, and this creates an environment of fear among his family that permanently impacts Ruby’s ability to communicate effectively with others.

PART 2

DISCLAIMER: This is where things get… dicey. Everything I’ve mentioned previously is rooted in the actual drawings and actions of the characters or overarching themes / problems. This next part however focuses on dialogue. It is almost impossible to truly understand the tone of each line without being a fluent Japanese speaker (which I am not) so instead I’m going to use Viz and CY to the best of my ability for this section. I’m not going to extrapolate this to Kusaka’s intentions, since without the original work that’s nearly impossible, but I can at least talk about the way these come off in English.

EMOTIONAL ABUSE

Admittedly, Viz is the worst about this. They constantly hype Norman up and excuse his behavior, outright censoring some of the physical and emotional abuse. Viz absolutely mangling the tone of RS, however, is a post for another time.

Because Norman actually speaks to Ruby at length a grand total of twice times in the RS arc, we can break down his actions into these two instances: the first is at the weather institute and the second is as he’s dying.

Rather than go based on overall theme, this scene is best done line by line (this is using the CY version due to limited censorship compared to Viz). 

Scene 1: Volume 17, Chapters 208-210

(Norman is dangling Ruby off the roof of a building by his collar. There are sharp rocks at the bottom)

Ruby: Re… release me…! Norman: Insolent brat!! Is that how you talk to your father?!

To start, Norman uses tone policing and deflection. He focuses on the fact that Ruby is “talking back” to him and making demands of his father, which doesn’t acknowledge Ruby’s request or the fact that Ruby is being dangling over the roof of a building. Also note that this is the first time the words are bolded and that they stay this way throughout the fight— Norman verbally escalates the fight. Norman is abusing his position of power over Ruby in order to excuse his actions and pass the blame back to his son.

Ruby: I don’t care how furious you are with me… I’m ready for it!

(Norman decks Ruby down a flight of stairs)

Norman: Why did you run away from home?!

Note once again that Norman is implied to start raising his voice first even when Ruby isn’t. There’s another deflection here: Norman changes the subject rather than actively respond to anything Ruby says.

Norman: Well? Say something! You’d better voice your complaints right now!!

(Ruby has a conversation with the Swimmer, who advises him to apologize to avoid his father’s rage and “just go home” which… fuck you Swimmer Jack. I’m skipping that part of the dialogue bc it isn’t that important).

(While Ruby is debating what to do, Norman’s Slaking lifts the stairs that Ruby is on and tries to fling him into next Tuesday).

Ruby is physically prevented from escaping by being dangled above Norman. I shouldn’t have to tell why physically preventing someone from leaving an argument is a bad thing.

(Ruby decides to fight Norman)

Note that Norman is physically and emotionally forcing Ruby into two possible options: Fight or be obedient. He is preventing Ruby from running and deflecting Ruby’s attempts to explain himself. He then shifts the blame to Ruby *again*, attacking Ruby and his pokemon with full force and implying it was Ruby who instigated the conflict in the first place.

Norman: … so you wish to fight me? … Iron Tail and Hyper Beam… I was the one who taught you those attacks. There’s nothing about your attacks and strategies I don’t know about. You’re just wasting your time! Give up!

Here, Norman does two things: he stresses Ruby’s dependence on him and his power over Ruby. It’s a typical “your success is dependent on me” and a “there is no option except obedience” rhetoric, and is likewise typical of abusers. Norman is stressing the things Norman has gifted to Ruby (battling knowledge) and using whatever he can to force Ruby to do what he wants— he’s exerting his control.

(Ruby turns the tide of the battle, so Norman likewise switches tactics by attacking Ruby himself and attempting to hit him with a staircase. Ruby falls down the stairs and is dangling over a pit of spikes when Norman stands on the edge, blocking Ruby’s only escape route).

Norman: Now will you come quietly? Stop being so stubborn

Not only is Norman forcing his son to choose between obedience and Literal Death, he also shifts the blame again. He excuses his own actions by claiming it is Ruby’s stubbornness that forced him into this position. He deflects the whole “putting my 11 year old in harm’s way” by claiming Ruby’s own resistance to Norman’s violence is the trigger for the violence itself. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s victim-blaming nonetheless and sadly, it works

(Flashback time: Norman admits he was going to give Ruby permission to participate in contests and gets emo about it. They fall, but Norman catches Ruby. This doesn’t matter though, because they both end up falling and Ruby uses his running shoes to save them both).

Ruby: (thinking) Ru- running shoes… my birthday present from dad… saved both… our lives

Ruby displays pretty typical abuse victim behavior here, focusing not on Norman’s 3 threats to literally kill him but instead on the One Good Thing Norman did. He doesn’t mention that it was Ruby himself who saved them both or that Norman was the one who put them in danger in the first place— he’s in total denial about the severity of everything that happened.

(At this point, Norman looms above Ruby with an angry expression and a raised pokeball. Bystanders panic because it appears that Norman is going to attack Ruby who, by the way, is unconscious on the ground, but Norman gets a surprise call from Winona and turns away after realizing that Winona can see him).

“I only stopped attacking my son when I realized people were watching”… alright fuck off then Norman

Norman: HEY!! Idiot son! You disobeyed your parents, then you ran away from home. I’ve had enough! Just do what you want! In return, you’d better accomplish your goals!! A man should complete what he has set out to do… … before he can return home!!

Hoo boy. Norman never apologizes, deflects all the blame onto Ruby, insults him twice, and then tries to save face with Winona and the people around him by giving Ruby permission to do contests— which he was apparently planning to do all along. He emphasizes the things Ruby did in response to Norman’s actions (Ruby ran away from home because he knew his dad would be unsupportive and gets violent during disagreements, so in essence Norman is to blame for backing him into a corner). Norman twists the narrative in order to make Ruby the instigator in every case, justifying Norman’s responses as reactions to Ruby’s problematic behavior

Swimmer Jack: Isn’t that a wonderful father? Ruby: Thank you… father.

Ok first of all Jack is a dumbass, so jot that down. Second of all, while it’s unintentional, Ruby is being gaslit to hell and back. It is only after Norman’s omission of all the abusive behavior and bystanders’ affirmation of Norman’s love that Ruby starts to think positively towards his father. The threat Ruby used to think was so large has been downplayed and outright denied by the people around him, so Ruby’s prior fear of Norman diminishes. Ruby’s fear of Norman and the violence Norman took against him is denied, downplayed, and ignored, so Ruby begins to doubt his own animosity towards his father. Thanks Swimmer Jack you unintentionally gaslit an 11 year old.

SCENE 2: (this one is much shorter, thank god)

(Norman, while he is dying, explains the whole deal with how he was ordered to search for Rayquaza yada yada. Throughout the exchange, Ruby gets increasingly upset).

Ruby: (thinking) barred from the test and forced to search for Rayquaza… It must be some kind of punishment! What could Dad have done to warrant such… why was he made responsible… ?!

Ruby: … … but… come to think of it, dad is not someone who makes mistakes easily… something’s not right!

Slight aside, Ruby has been so convinced of his father’s power by others that he is unwilling to even CONSIDER that his dad fucked up, which… wow!

Ruby: That day… Dad must have taken the rap for someone else… and… (flashbacks to Salamence Incident) that person… was….

Ruby: (out loud) … me?! That person who set Rayquaza free… was it me…?!

Norman: Yes.

And then he dies!

(Technically he says “oh I did all that out of love” (paraphrased) and then dies but it’s just a continuation of the previous thing).

Norman, before dying, does not say “I’m proud of you” or “I’m sorry for everything” or anything remotely comforting, instead he says “hey Ruby, you’re responsible for my death and all your childhood trauma alongside your friend’s. Peace.” (this is paraphrased).

Even on his actual deathbed, Norman places the blame on Ruby for Norman’s own actions. He makes Ruby feel guilty for Norman leaving, Norman hiding information from him, and Ruby’s tumultuous childhood.

CONCLUSION

None of this is to say that Norman doesn’t love Ruby or that Ruby doesn’t love him back— I’m fairly positive the two of them love each other dearly and want the best for each other. However, Norman is a child abuser who reacts violently, instigates violence, and then turns around and denies said violence. He creates a culture of fear among his family, gives Ruby some serious communication issues, and the narrative takes his side. Norman is a child abuser in canon and has a very VERY profound effect on Ruby which has emotional ramifications throughout Ruby’s entire character arc all the way until oras.

TLDR: Normans sucks man

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White horse

Authors note- title is inspired by the song by taylor swift. happy reading💕

here’s part two

Please do not steal or repost my content. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- It takes you almost dying for you to confess your love to Steve

Tw: life threatening situations, guns

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Steve Rogers was perfect. There was literally nothing wrong with him. He was unlike anyone you had ever met. He opened doors for you, he was respectful, and just so gosh darn cute! When he'd scratch his neck, a blush creeping up whenever you put your hand on his thigh or said handsome he was.

He was unlike anyone you had ever met or dated. Although the bar for that is pretty low. He was supportive of your career. Often encouraging you to make decisions that scare you. He took care of you without making you feel small. He was an amazing listener who didn't mind listening to your rambles or rants at all.

He reminded you of a golden retriever. Mostly because of the golden hair and how he'd pout and make puppy eyes whenever something didn't go his way. Also because he was fiercly loyal, attentive and fun to be around.

Sure he had his flaws. Like how he absolutely did not think before acting or how reckless and stubborn he was. Or how he always has to have things a certain way. You can't keep the wet towel on the sofa or it will get wet. Or how you can't wear your shoes inside his apartment.

But you didn't mind these flaws one bit. You barely even considered them flaws, he was absolutely flawless and amazing in your eyes. You loved him with all your heart and being. But then... why couldn't you say it?

"Wait so... he's a wolf?", steve asked turning from the screen and looking at you. You both had been cuddling and watching the twilight series to cross it off his list. You thought this kind of movie wouldn't be his cup of tea but you were surprised to see him so absorbed in it.

"Yeah he's a werewolf. A human who can turn into a wolf on command. They're not real though"

"You never know. I didn't think aliens were real but then.." You were interrupted by your timer going off.

You quickly got up and put on your oven mitts to remove your lasagna from the oven. Steve followed behind you.

"What's this?"

"Oh I figured I'd cook some lasagna for you. You said you really liked it remember?", you replied putting the lasagna down on the dinning table. "Maybe we should let it cool down a bit. What do you say?" You looked up at him.

He stalked towards you and bent his neck to get closer to your face.

"Y/n... This is.. I know you don't like cooking so much. You didn't have to do this for me you know?"

"I know. But I just felt like doing something for you. Taking care of you, you know?", you smiled up at him nervously. You had taken a risk doing this. What if he didn't like your cooking? You were sure he'd appreciate the effort, but still..

"Doll... You don't have to do anything for me. But thank you so much for this. I love you", the words rolled off his tongue easily.

You stared at him dumbfounded, shocked and put on the spot. Maybe he doesn't realise what he had said. You didn't know if he expected you to say it back.

"I... ", you stopped yourself being rendered speechless. He looked at you expectedly. "We should probably eat before this gets cold" You said and averted you gaze and started setting the table.

The rest of the evening was a bit awkward but you hadn't mentioned it since. It was best to act as if nothing had happened. Probably.

After trying to put on your fake lashes for the fifteenth time you finally give up. You had been going out for a girls night with Nat and some other friends to a club. You picked up your phone to see a text from Steve.

Hey doll just got back. You wanna grab some dinner?

No, I'm sorry I'm going out with Nat.

Oh don't worry about it. Have fun. Be sure to call me when you get back.

There it was. His perfectness. Still worrying about you and being so protective over you. It made you feel warm but strangely scared at the same time. What would it mean if you just let someone take care of you or give into them? What if you lose yourself in the process? Or what if he takes advantage of your trust.

You sighed and sent him some kissy faces putting your phone in your clutch.

He was such a caring kind soul. You wish you could just say you loved him and showed him off to the entire world.

But the last time you had declared your love and gave your everything to someone, you ended up with a broken heart.

You knew Steve would never break your heart or do anything to hurt you, but he was a superhero and you were just an engineer. Your circumstances were anything but normal. So many things could go wrong.

He had women throwing themselves at him. Not just because he's captain america but also because he's Steve. Kind, caring, sweet and amazing Steve.

You knew he'd never cheat on you, but how long will it take him to realise he's out of your league, or how he deserves so much more than a broken person who doesn't understand his worth.

"Why are you so gloomy? ", Natasha asked and broke you out of your train of thoughts.

You hadn't told anyone about you relationship. It was all too new and you weren't ready to go down to HR just yet.

Part of you didn't believe it was real. Maybe you were waiting for something to go wrong. But it was so real. It was the realest thing you had ever felt.

"Oh you know... just work I guess" You half heartedly lied. Nat must've known something was up. She wouldn't suggest just hitting up a club, it wasn't her scene. She'd much rather catch up with you in a quite cafe.

"Mm-hm", she said clearly not believing you.

Maybe she planed to get you drunk to have you spilling your secrets.

The club was cramped with people. You could only get in because Nats name was on the list. One of the benefits of being an Avenger. The music was piercing your ears. You both managed to get drinks and grab a seat.

You tried to ask Nat to start dancing but she couldn't hear you over the loud music. You followed her gaze and saw suspicious looking men staring at you both from the vip lounge.

They were surrounded by big bodyguards and women. They looked like they were upto no good.

"Nat what's wrong?", you asked her getting more worried by the minute.

"I'm not sure. I think we should get out of here", you recognised the alarmed look on her face. You had seen it on Steve multiple times. Sometimes he would assess and analyze everything around him, look at all the exits, prepare for the worst. He wouldn't even let you sleep near his bedrooms door in case someone broke in at night, he'd want to protect you. He probably thought you didn't notice it but you did. You just chose not to acknowledge it not wanting to embarrass him.

"Ok", you agreed with her and tried to calm yourself. You both got up and ready to leave but were stopped by two huge guys.

"Black widow", one of them said and stared you both down. He had a sinister smirk on his face. "You made a huge mistake coming here", his threatening words were a huge contrast to his friendly tone and body language. "Follow us if you don't want to cause a scene"

"Actually I think we'll just leave", she retorted and held his gaze. You looked at the ground, not exactly sure what you were supposed to do.

"Please I insist. We wouldn't want to hurt these innocent people", he said nodding at his friends in the vip lounge.

"Alright", she smiled and leaned in to whisper in your ear "get out"

"Oh no no", he chuckled "she's coming with us"

"She's got nothing to do with you", you felt her getting stiff. You knew Nat was strong but even she couldn't take on so many men at once.

"She's not walking out of here either", he said. They both escorted you and Nat to a private room. You could barely see anything in the dim red light. There was a pole in middle of the room. You could see glitter and empty bottles everywhere.

You tapped your foot anxiously on the floor. Nat held your hand and gave you a small smile.

"It'll be okay, I promise", she whispered. You trusted her, you really did but how could either of you get out of this situation?

You saw some more men dressed in suits come on. One of them gave Nat a smile.

"Hey there Natalia remember me? You sent me to prison?"

"I don't remember every pest I crush", she snarked. Usually you were a fan of her snarky witty remarks, but now was really not the time or the place.

"Who's this?", he asked gesturing towards you. "Since when do you have friends?", you stared at an empty champagne bottle, to avoid his gaze, as if it was the most interesting thing you had ever seen. "Listen lady, Natalie is really not someone you would want to have as a friend. She'll stab you in your back without thinking twice."

You shut your eyes as hard as you could, wanting to be anywhere but here. "Hey", he scolds you using his gun to lift up your chin. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, will ya?"

"What do you want?" Nat asks desperately.

Tears start streaming down your face. You felt pathetic and small. How did you even get here?

Before you knew it all men in the room were shot down. You saw arrows sticking from their backs. That distracted the man holding a gum to your face. He turned around confused.

Nat kicked him in his shin and took the gun from him. Holding it to his head. "Guess who's going back to prison"

You sat there flabbergasted, not really processing what just happened around you.

"Hey there", you looked up and saw Clint with a few agents following him. "It's almost like you like getting in trouble."

"Thanks for that", she smiled at him " Hey you alright?", she asked you "I sent an sos to Clint. Not that I needed his help" to which Clint scoffed.

You nodded. "Good thinking"

"Steve's waiting outside for you. It took a lot of convincing to make him stay there", Clint said.

"What's Steve doing here?" Nat asked him. She wasn't even sure if you had ever met Steve.

"Oh you don't know", he giggled "she's his girlfriend! Sam owes me ten bucks. I knew he had a girl."

"Oh", she mused and looked at you her lips in a straight line pursed together.

"I'm sorry I should've told you", you smile at her sheepishly. "Can I go see him?"

***

You open the door and see him standing in the middle of the hallway. His hair disheveled, he was pressing his ear likely talking into the comms. The frown on his face sooths when he looks at you.

He starts walking towards you opening his arms. You run into them, grab his biceps and crash your lips onto his. Your teeth clash and hurt, it may not have been the most sophisticated reunion. You pull away a bit to look at him. He was smiling down at you. He looked exhausted, relieved and terrified all at the same time. You caress you cheeks and hold his face.

How could you have ever have mistrusted this man? He'd never hurt you, even if you didn't believe in anything else you had faith in him. You were more than willing to take this leap of trust, building a wall around your heart is no way to live. Especially when life is so short.

"I love you", you blurt and tears start flowing from your eyes " I've loved you since I met you. I was stupid to not say it before. I'm so sorry"

Steve wipes your tears and cradles your face. "Hey, it's ok. You said it now that's all that matters. I love you too" he says and you beam at him. "I just wish the first time you said it wasn't in front of Tony." he continues.

You look to your right and see Tony sitting on the sofa in the waiting area. Oh well, cats out of the bag now.

"Steve.. Tch tch" He starts shaking his head disapprovingly "you're stealing the nations youth. Craddle-robber"

Well you can't date Captain America without there being some teasing about it.

"Alright Tony" Steve says and smiles. You never liked how Tony was always so mean to Steve or how Steve never clapped back at him.

"Y/n, I thought you didn't like old men taking advantage of younger girls." He says with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Yeah well at least I have a boyfriend" You huffed and looked at Steve deciding to ignore him for now.

Maybe it was a petty to bring up Tony's myraid of commitment and intimacy issues but now that you're going to be official it was your duty to protect your man.

"We better get ourselves ready huh?" Steve asks still smiling. He couldn't bring himself to care about Tony he was just happy to have you in his arms. He decided he was never going to let you go.

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UA Idol | Chapter Eleven

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 4,209

Warnings: Language, big nerves

A/N: IT’S THE FIRST DAMN CHALLENGE! There are two more and I low key may have just introduced all the other supporting characters in the story so 👀 I hope you enjoy this one. It took a while to write because of the length and also. the fact that it’s welcome week at my college and I work at a bookstore (RIP). I’ve been working so much, and not to mention the homework I’m getting for classes (DOUBLE RIP). But yeah, I hope this chapter is to your liking, and I will make a song list for everyone under the chapter! I do recommend listening to the version of Halsey’s Graveyard stripped because that was a game changer for that song for me. I listen to that one more than the original HAHA. Anyways, enjoy!

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Sitting through the pop singers did not calm your nerves in the slightest. You already knew Mina and Denki were really good, but you soon found out that they weren’t the only ones. Especially when you heard Kirishima. He took Denki’s advice, and decided to sing Golden by Harry Styles. And to say you were impressed with the only acoustic version of one of Harry’s most hype songs was an understatement. And his voice was crazy good, and contrary to what he’d said previously you bet he could join Katsuki in singing rock songs. You’d have to tell him that later. “You know, this is only making me feel worse,” you say to Shinsou. All of the pop singers had finished their genre challenge performances and were waiting backstage to come out in lines and be told if they made it to the next part of Hell Week. The judges were currently speaking in hushed voices and choosing who would go through, and who would not go through. “You and me both. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You’re still better than everyone else who’s gone up there so far,” Shinsou whispers the last part to you, and you can’t help but smile. “Same to you, loser. Now, what did you think of everyone?”

“Denki and Mina killed it, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

“Now as for Kirishima, I was pleasantly surprised. I knew he was already a loud guy, so hearing him go from straight belting at times to a small little falsetto was very interesting and very nice to the ear.”

“Yeah, not to mention his range is amazing.”

“Right? It was insane. Oh, and another person who stood out was the guy with the silver hair who kind of sounded like Kirishima. He was very similar to him, and he even sang Adore You.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too. It’s kind of funny, they were like almost the exact same person. You know who caught my eye?”

“Who?”

“That blonde girl. You can tell she’s a little… wild. Especially with her song pick, I never expected anyone in a million years to ever sing a Chainsmokers song, especially Don’t Let Me Down, with only a piano backing them.”

“Yeah, that caught me off guard, gonna be honest. She did have a lot of energy and her voice was really good though. Fits that genre of singers, so I bet she’ll get through. She can also move, which is always a perk for performers. But, do you know what I just can’t get over?”

“The fact that we had to leave our cats with cat sitters?”

“Well, yes, thank you so much for reminding me of that, but also how absolutely wholesome the kid with the green hair was. Not gonna lie, it kind of made me want to die. I mean, he really came in here and sang Imagine. Of all songs, Imagine by John Lennon. That is so ballsy and when Aizawa commented on how ballsy it was this fucker answers with, ‘I didn’t choose it because it was popular, I chose it because I believe that someday we can achieve that level of peace.’ What the fuck.” You laugh at his disbelief before nodding your head. “I totally agree. That was low-key hilarious though, Aizawa just sighed and Toshinori almost squealed because he loved that answer. It was like he was in a pageant and answering the world peace question. Wait, hold on, speaking of ballsy, what about the blonde guy who looks like he could be a part of a boyband singing Africa by Toto.”

“I know! He pulled a meme, I literally had to reach over and grab your arm to keep from fucking screaming. I mean, I know pretty much everyone else did, but I need to keep up my little mysterious façade I’ve got going on here.”

“I mean, you just don’t show emotions like that, but yeah. You’re just too mysterious.”

“Shut up. I am mysterious. Almost as mysterious as that girl with the short hair and long bangs who looks like a literal cinnamon roll and then came in belting I Will Always Love You.”

“You could only dream of being that mysterious sir,” you tease him, and he rolls his eyes, but his smile deceives him. He went to fire something back, only to be told by all the producers that everyone had to quiet down again because the judges had made their decisions. You and Shinsou both nervously watched as they turned away about half of the pop singers that were there, and you two nearly broke each other’s hands when Denki and Mina showed up on the stage. “Oh, they are definitely getting through, look at who they’re with,” Shinsou whispers in your ear, and you look at the rest of the line-up. Kirishima and all the other acts you and Shinsou had just discussed were all in a line onstage. Sure enough, they all made it through to the next round.

“Knew that would happen,” Shinsou says and you nod. “So, who’s up next?”

“Country. But there’s only a few of them,” Shinsou says, and you lean back in your chair. “I wonder how many of these guys will make me feel incompetent,” you say, and Shinsou snorts. “None of them should, doesn’t matter how talented someone else is, it doesn’t lessen yours in the slightest.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” you say, grinning while poking his arm. He smiles at you and shrugs. “I try, kitten.” You both see Mina, Denki, and Kirishima walking back to their seats in the pop genre section and give them a thumbs up. They all look actually ecstatic and return the positive hand gestures. “How much do you wanna bet Denki and Mina will wanna go out for celebratory drinks after this?” you ask Shinsou and he groans. “Shit, you’re right.”

“How about we feign sickness and have them go and we just, you know, stay at the hotel,” you suggest, and he gives you a side eye. “Yeah, like they’ll fall for that.” He has a fair point, and you sigh. Maybe if you get through the first round you’ll be up for it. As long as Shinsou will be there, it won’t be too bad.

The country genre starts up and everyone in the category jumps right into the southern swing. There aren’t nearly as many as the pop category, which is odd. There truly aren’t a lot of country singers in this competition, now that you think about it. To be fair, when live shows come around, it’s very intense and since the majority of the singers in the competition are pop singers, country can definitely get lost in the mix. Oh well, the singers who are going are actually really good, so maybe this year it’ll change up a bit. One of the country singers who really caught your eye was this little short girl with long dark green dyed hair. She had this cute little bow pulling it back and had this little southern charm, but her style was more of a mix of country and singer-songwriter you noticed. Not all of the words she sang had that good ‘ol country twang to them, but it was still there. It could have been the song choice of making Before He Cheats into an acoustic (she played her own black acoustic guitar decorated with cute frog stickers), but you’d have to see more of her to be completely sure. She was really really good, though. And sure enough, she made it to the next round.

Up next is rock. You look over to see Bakugou with a stone cold unmoving resting bitch face. From what you know from the guy, this was normal. “If his singing is anything like his yelling, he’s one hell of a rockstar,” Shinsou says to you, which causes you to laugh. He was right, his screaming was pretty loud, gritty, and impressive, so that statement was true. And his singing was similar to that style as well. Even though he did a low-key song by a rock band, Good Riddance by Green Day, he still managed to get that rocker vibe with it. It was probably because of how angrily he played his guitar. That poor guitar. He wasn’t the only rock singer that really stood out though. “I’m not trying to judge because I know I look like a pretty miserable and intimidating guy too, but did you see that guy with the long gray hair and no will to live?” “Yeah, I saw him. Heard him, too. Didn’t realize anyone could make Disenchanted by MCR even sadder than it was already,” you say. It’s true, that guy had a really good voice, sort of similar to Gerard Way’s actually, but christ he made the song sadder than the original somehow. Then of course there was this mysterious guy who was wearing a black face mask to compliment the all black outfit paired with the multiple layered red choker and long black cardigan he was wearing. Somehow, he still sounded great and barely muffled, but it was such a weird visual. It was fitting for the genre though, and you can respect the brand. A cover of Creep sung by someone who covered half of his face was spot on for the song’s meaning. And his purple electric guitar with the symbol of a raven on it was pretty dope, you have to admit.

“Look, it’s Denki’s crush,” Shinsou says as the girl with the purple hair walked on the stage. Denki’s going for a rocker, huh? Fitting, he needs someone intense to balance out his stupid. And intense this girl was, she sang a killer rendition of That’s What You Get, and when you looked over at Denki you could have sworn his pupils turned into little hearts. Unsurprisingly, all of them got in, and Kirishima almost started crying when he realized Bakugo was through as well.

The producers then decided to combine the r&b and hip-hop genres at the last minute, making it the second largest category. But you didn’t mind sitting there and listening because, again, there were some really talented people in the categories. Especially the guy with the long black hair and infectious smile who sang Red Red Wine and absolutely and totally brought the reggae vibe. You could just tell he would sing something like that, too, the minute he got onstage wearing a drug rug and long flowy pants. You honestly dug his aesthetic and his voice, and so did Shinsou considering you both started dancing in your seats the minute the song started. To be fair, though, it’s a good fucking song. Another guy who caught your attention was a dude with a shit ton of piercings, you notices four on his ear, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, and when he was singing you saw a tongue piercing too. His black hair was messy and almost completely covered his eyes, but you could just tell that he was intense. Take What You Want by Post Malone never sounded so dark and angry. They both made it to the next round.

Next thing you knew, it was your category. The smallest category. And much to your bad luck, you were the last one to audition. Luckily, Shinsou was second to last. “Think that was on purpose?” he asks you as you wait backstage. “What do you mean?”

“The judges like to be dramatic on this show. They said we were top two material in general auditions... think they made us the final two on purpose?” You hadn’t thought about that. But you have to say, it does make sense. “Huh. Wild. Guess we better pull out all the stops then.”

“Original?”

“Obviously,” you grin, and he returns it. “Well, might as well do the song I wrote based off of that old high school friend Monoma I told you about.”

“The one where he went to LA for college and wound up coming back to Japan all... different?”

“That’s the one. I feel like I need to be that poetic and mysterious guy and what better song to sing when we’re here. In LA.”

“Yeah, yeah okay Mr. Mysterious. As for me, I’ll just be sad singing about, you know, him.”

“Still warning you in advance, if I ever meet this guy, I’m literally fighting him. And I’m winning,” Shinsou says, and you can’t stop the smile that breaks out across your face. You don’t see it, but your smile causes him to smile. And then the two of you are just cheesing about each other without actually telling each other y’all are the reason for your cheesing. How cute.

Watching the other singer-songwriters do their thing was really fun for you, actually. There was a girl with a jet-black ponytail who did an amazing cover of Skinny Love. Your favorite thing about her was how creative she got with the guitar during it, she added a few new riffs and really just showed her skill with the instrument. Then there was the guy who had like absolutely no presence or personality until he started playing his guitar and singing What Do I Know by Ed Sheeran. He immediately came to life and everyone was bumping to it. His hair was also dyed half red and half white which looked really cool. And then there was the guy who had the typical nerdy indie look with his glasses and navy-blue hair. He played the piano instead of the usual guitar for his cover of Cherry Wine by Hozier and absolutely smashed it. Now none of this helped your nerves, but luckily Shinsou was there to put a brave face on for you and keep you relaxed. Then, it was finally his turn. You could tell he was nervous since he can only hide his emotions from you so much, so instead of psyching him out more, you just grabbed his hand and gave it a little squeeze. He’s the type of person who needs a physical reminder that everything would be okay, and so far, every time you’ve done that action with him, it’s helped calm him down faster than words could. Sure enough, it worked, and he gave you a small smile before walking out onstage. For his performance he’s playing the piano, so he walked over and sat down. “Hello again,” Midnight says, smiling at him. “What will you be singing for this challenge?” Keigo asks, and Shinsou clears his throat. “Um, I have another original for you all.” He could hear the crowd murmur and see a few people whispering to each other. No one had ever really done an original at Hell Week before. They all thought that the judges saying that in the beginning was a joke because of how intense this week could be. Well everyone except Mina and Denki of course.

“That’s great! What’s it called?” Toshinori asks. “Dying In LA.”

“I like the title. Whenever you’re ready,” Aizawa says, and Shinsou nods. He begins playing the opening, before taking a breath and singing.

“The moment you arrived they built you up;

The sun was in your eyes.

You couldn't believe it.

Riches all around, you're walking

Stars are on the ground.

You start to believe it.

Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you.

You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.

But nobody knows you now,

When you're dying in LA.

And nobody owes you now,

When you're dying in LA.

When you're dying in LA.”

People immediately started cheering the minute he did his little rocker dying thing. And he loved it. He could honestly get used to that.

“When you're dying in LA.

The power, the power, the power…

Oh, the power, the power, the power

Of LA.

Nights at the chateau;

Trapped in your sunset bungalow,

You couldn't escape it, yeah.

Drink of paradise,

They told you ‘Put your blood on ice.

You're not gonna make it.’

Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you.

You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.

But nobody knows you now,

When you're dying in LA.

And nobody owes you now,

When you're dying in LA.

When you're dying in LA.

When you're dying in LA.

The power, the power, the power…

Oh, the power, the power, the power

Of LA”

As expected, everyone was dead silent for a moment before breaking out into applause. Even the judges gave him a standing ovation. And you had to follow literally the most perfect human being and songwriter. Nice. The judges aren’t really permitted to say anything after the performance because they need to just listen to the singing and judge off of that, so Shinsou walks offstage and back over to you. “I warmed them up for you,” he says, and you snort. “Wow, thanks. Maybe next time don’t be that amazing.”

“Hmmm, that’s a tall order, kitten.”

“Yeah, my bad, can’t ask someone perfect to be less perfect.”

“You’re right about that, which is why your performance is going to be much better than mine was,” he pats your head with a grin, before shooing you onstage. You walk on, clutching your guitar as you greet the judges. “Hey chickadee, you gonna sing an original for us too?” Hawks asks, and Midnight hits his arm. “Don’t just go assuming that she also has an original prepared, what if she doesn’t? Do you know how stressed out that would make her you glorified Kentucky Fried Chicken Colonel!”

“Actually, I do have an original prepared.”

“Oh, well in that case I’m excited to hear it! What’s it called?”

“Graveyard,” you respond, and Aizawa motions for you to begin whenever you’re ready. You take a deep breath before strumming away, picking at the strings of your guitar to make the melody you’d written so long ago. Then, you open your mouth.

“It's crazy when The thing you love the most is the detriment; Let that sink in. You can think again, When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and You're nothin' but skin.

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. I keep running, I keep running, I keep running.

They say I may be making a mistake, I would've followed all the way, no matter how far. I know when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. I keep running when both my feet hurt, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads I would've followed all the way to the graveyard (no, oh).

You look at me (look at me) With eyes so dark, don't know how you even see, You push right through me (push right through me). It's gettin' real. You lock the door, you're drunk at the steering wheel, And I can't conceal.

Oh, 'cause I've been diggin' myself down deeper, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. I keep running, I keep running, I keep running.

They say I may be making a mistake, I would've followed all the way, no matter how far. I know when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. I keep running when both my feet hurt, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.

Oh, it's funny how… The warning signs can feel like they're butterflies…

Oh, 'cause I keep diggin' myself down deeper, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. I keep running when both my feet hurt, I won't stop 'til I get where you are. Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the graveyard.”

Just like Shinsou, there was a moment of silence before everyone applauded. This was a weird feeling. You’d never really sung an original song in front of a crowd of people this big before, and you never expected to have celebrities give your original song a standing ovation. But here you were, Hell Week in UA Idol, and this feeling was honestly something you could get used to. You’re just happy people enjoyed it. You hurry offstage and go over to Shinsou who immediately encapsulates you in a hug. Huh. That’s new. You don’t hate it though. This is actually… pretty nice. He gives good hugs. And you love the lavender scent he gives off, it almost gives him a lavender hue, actually. “You did amazing, (Y/n). Better than I ever could,” he tells you with a small grin. But it doesn’t look like he’s jealous. If anything, he looks proud. Like he’s proud of you. Like you just did something that made him feel happier than anything in the world. You liked him looking at you like that. You want him to look at you like that more. “That’s a lie, you’re the best singer-songwriter I know.”

“That’s because you’ve never actually met yourself other than looking in a mirror. If you actually knew you, you’d take that statement back.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you blush. The producers ushered you all in a different room, allowing the judges time to talk about who was going through and who wasn’t. You and Shinsou stuck to each other like glue and tried to ignore the stares and looks at you two. That was when the guy with the navy-blue hair approached the two of you, and kind of screamed, but you could tell that he was just using his regular talking voice. “You’re both very talented! I hope one day I am able to write songs like that!”

“Hey, thanks man. I’m sure if you tried right now you could write songs like ours; everyone has the ability to write something good if they have the drive,” Shinsou tells him, and you can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell up in your chest. Shinsou was a really good person. And you were his friend. How did you get so lucky? “My name is Tenya Iida! It’s a pleasure to meet both of you, and I hope we all get through so I can talk to you both about songwriting some more,” he says, a big smile on his face as he sticks out his… very large hand. It wasn’t for a handshake or anything. The man just talks with his hands. You could see the callouses on his fingers from the guitar, though. Gotta love that. Since the singer-songwriter genre was the smallest, the judges seemed to make their decisions very quickly. You and Shinsou watched as people got turned away and as other got through to the next round. Iida, the guy with the dyed hair, and the girl with the black ponytail all made it through to the next round, which you were happy about. They were all very talented and deserved it 100%. But now, the only people who were left in the genre and the entire competition were you and Shinsou. “Do you think we didn’t make it?”

“Well… honestly I don’t know. If we didn’t, at least we got some exposure. Maybe someone will see us, and you can pay off your student loans and I can pay off my mom’s medical bills.”

“And maybe then you could go to university. I know you’ve always wanted to go to school for a music production major.”

He looks over at you with kind of big eyes. How did you know about that? He may have mentioned it off-hand like once while you, Mina, and Denki were around. Did you really just pay attention to him like that? And if you did, why did it just make his heart literally skip a beat? What is going on? Before he could even ask you, the producers gave you two the go-ahead to go onstage. You both walked out, obviously very nervous, but you stopped in the middle. “Well, well, well,” Midnight says, leaning into her microphone. “I bet you two are probably freaking out because what kind of line up of people is two people, right?” Keigo asks, and you both nod. “See, I told you. They know fear. Recording artists would be nothing without fear. These two are something,” Aizawa says, pointing at the two of you. Did the Shouta Aizawa just say the two of you were something? What? “Well, you don’t need to be nervous!” Toshinori screams, smiling very wide at the two of you. “Yeah, after all, we can’t just leave our top two in Hell Week,” Midnight says.

“Congratulations, Shinsou and (Y/n). You’re moving on to the next challenge.”

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Song list:

Kirishima | Golden - Harry Styles

Mina | If I Were A Boy - The Queen, Beyoncé

Denki | Old Me - 5 Seconds of Summer

TetsuTetsu | Adore You - Harry Styles

Toga | Don’t Let Me Down - The Chainsmokers

Midoriya | Imagine - John Lennon

Mirio | Africa - Toto

Uraraka | I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston

Tsu | Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood

Bakugo | Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day

Shigaraki | Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance

Tokoyami | Creep - Radiohead

Jirou | That’s What You Get - Paramore

Sero | Red Red Wine - UB40

Dabi | Take What You Want - Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne & Travis Scott

Momo | Skinny Love - Bon Iver

Todoroki | What Do I Know - Ed Sheeran

Iida | Cherry Wine - Hozier

Shinsou | Dying In LA - Panic! At The Disco

(Y/n) | Graveyard (Stripped) - Halsey

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[a-world-in-grey]

A Year and a Day

@secret-engima Six curse it all WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME-

(Fusion with the new Mer AU because I ALSO have no self-control, ffs. Also, because I’m going off of the one posted story and a single ramble, I have absolutely NO IDEA how much of this actually fits in your Mer AU so like, yeah? See the end/tags for more.)

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-It’s been a year since those horrible two weeks after Libertus lost Nyx in a storm (a year since Libertus nearly lost her forever) and a year since the realization that mythical merfolk aren’t quite as extinct as everyone thought.

-At first it was just Nox and his Uncle, but after that it seemed like the floodgates opened, because one particularly rough day - not quite a storm thank Ramuh - on the waves saw another merman with the fins of a Lionfish but in red and liquid silver clawing his way on deck and screeching at Nyx and Tredd and it wasn’t until Libertus’ heart stopping trying to beat out of his chest that he realized the merman was scolding the two idiots-

-Captain was the only merman to stick around near constantly, even more than Ardyn and Nox (to Nyx’s disappointment) but occasionally other mer would pop by to talk with Captain in that strange language the rest of the crew was slowly but surely beginning to pick up. 

-It’s been a year since that fateful storm. No, a year and a day, and Libertus is maybe a bit on edge because if there’s something Libertus has figured out, it’s that Fate loves her Significant Numbers.

-(A year and a day. A decade. A century. A millennia.)

-A year and a day. If anything is going to happen. If anything is going to happen, it’s going to be today.

-And to top it off, it’s storming. Again.

-Nox is with them this time. Libertus isn’t sure he should be relieved by the merman’s presence or worried that a powerful mythical being shares his worries.

-The Flotilla is facing off against another Niflheim Fleet. Not Tummelt this time, though Tummelt had survived the storm that nearly claimed Nyx’s life. No, this time it’s led by the Aureus, captained by Caligo Ulldor and that’s the only reason they’re facing off in such a storm at all.

-(No matter the risk, they cannot let Ulldor reach land. Every Galahdian would give themselves to the Stormsender’s Wrath then allow the atrocities Ulldor would inflict upon their people.)

-But Ulldor isn’t the young and reckless captain Tummelt is, surviving by daring and wits. Ulldor, for all that no Galahdian would ever admit it to his face, is a match of skill for any Furia captain, and a crew equally sea-worthy. The Aureus keeps up with the Stormheart, even with Captain at the helm, even as the rest of the Niflheim fleet falls to Nox and the Flotilla.

-Until a note splits the thunder-struck sky, not so much a Song as a shriek, high and shrill and inhuman and panic-desperation-betrayal-runrunRUN hitting all of them like a rogue wave.

-And the scream cuts off with terrible suddenness and Captain roars, hate and fury blanketing the ship as he shouts for them to brace for impact, just in time for a ship - Tummelt - to somehow appear from nowhere and ram them from the port side.

-Libertus manages to grab Nyx and the rigging, wrapping one arm around her waist because he refuses to lose her a second time-

-It doesn’t matter, as the Stormheart splits, sending them into the waves and the last thing Libertus hears is Nox’s furious scream.

-(A year and a day.)

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-He wakes.

-Libertus wakes with sunshine on his face, in his soul and lungs, hands helping him turn and vomit up sea water as his own clench in the sand beneath him-

-Heaving for air, reveling in the pain because Shiva’s tits it hurts but pain means he’s alive, how-?

-Nyx’s worried blue eyes, checking him over, helping him sit up before wrapping arms around his neck and sobbing. Libertus returning the hug because his brain still can’t comprehend anything his eyes are seeing.

-The crew of the Stormheart, laid out on the beach. Most of them awake and sitting up, being tended to one of the many red-haired Furia that must be from one of the local villages, given the children and Elders among them, handing out food and water and bandages.

-Nox and Ardyn - and when did the other merman arrive? - seeing to the worst of the wounded, blue and gold magic shimmering through the air. And Captain, beside him and Nyx, grim faced but guarding the-

-Libertus’ heart skips a beat, and he wonders if he’s actually dead.

-Nyx lets out a wet snarl and smacks his shoulder. Did he say that out loud?

-“Y-you were.” Nyx hiccups, hands clenching in his shirt.

-Libertus wants to disbelieve it. Coming back from the dead isn’t possible. Only, he can’t, because the Koi mermaid with red and gold scales in the tones of a summer sunset, trailing up arms and from sea-blue eyes, hair the same red-violet as Ardyn, bends over a horribly pale and still Tredd, pressing lips to his and breathes.

-And in a shimmer of gold, Tredd sputters, coughing up seawater as Luche and Axis help Tredd turn over.

-“Breath of Life.” Captain tells him, eyes dark. “A rare gift. And not one without consequences.”

-Consequences? What consequences-

-Sunshine on his face. But the sky is clouded over and Libertus can still feel a warmth in his soul, like the hearthfire of his childhood home, like the summer sun as he and Nyx played in the Galahd River.

-Breath of Life. Nox and Nyx mated with a kiss, “We didn’t just get married, did we?” He squeaks.

-Libertus might be panicking. The least Nyx could do is not laugh at him, thank you very much.

-The Captain’s chuckles are much more reassuring. Mostly because he wouldn’t laugh if it were serious. “No. Mating requires consent.” Captain shoots a wry look in Nyx’s direction. “If not informed consent. Of either party.”

-Nyx just snorts, a year of teasing on the subject inuring her to any embarrassment. Nox on the other hand still turns as red as Ardyn’s hair whenever someone brings it up.

-Libertus is relieved. Not that he’d necessarily mind being married to the mermaid who - on top of being very pretty - saved his life and the lives of most of the crew it looks like, but Libertus doesn’t fancy suddenly becoming part of a harem no matter how pretty said mermaid is.

-“So what happened, then?” Libertus asks, because if he’s not married, he’d like to know what Captain means when he says consequences.

-“A gift of magic.” Captain says bluntly. “Most merfolk aren’t capable of it, but most merfolk aren’t the Draconian’s either, and dragons have always been possessive of their Claimed.”

-What did dragons have to do with merfolk- wait. Libertus’ head whips around to stare at the fire-haired mermaid. At the Koi mermaid, and suddenly Libertus remembers the tales of koi fish climbing the mountain rivers to reach the Sky and become Dragons. “I thought- those are myths.”

-The Captain raises a wry brow. “So are merfolk.”

-And as Libertus sputters at the fact he’s been Claimed by a Princess, Nyx gives up and cries with laughter.

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More notes on this so I hopefully don’t go any further down this rabbit hole-

-Sola was captured by Niflheim, and experimented on by Besithia who learned how to harness and shape her magic - and the magic of other mer - essentially turning Sola into a magical battery. She and other magically powerful mer are brought into battle to give them a magical edge against their enemies.

-Sola was most commonly brought aboard Caligo’s ship and used to hide the presence of other ships so Caligo could crush his enemies in flanking and pincer maneuvers. 

-Sola sensed the presence of other mer, sensed Titus’ presence and fought back, if only by screaming a warning because she refused to be the reason another of her people were captured and used. She’d die first.

-She thought she would, when Caligo slit her throat and dumped her overboard. But Ardyn found her and healed her, and then he and Nox destroyed the Niflheim fleet and Sola helped rescue and heal the Galahdians.

-Like Titus, Sola has a lot of scars. The worst is the scar across her throat, the scar over her chest and back from someone running her through - the Kings of Yore, multiple times from when Niflheim pushed her magic too far - and the scar across her back from when they first captured her. The rest are from torture, experimentation, and being forced to heal her captors.

-Sola once had a beautiful singing voice. But now, despite Ardyn’s healing, Sola’s voice is a raspy croak and she can’t speak much before the pain gets too be too much, so typically sticks to sign language anyway. Sola doesn’t mind the loss, but Titus and a lot of the other Galahdians feel guilty because she lost it - and almost her life - because she warned them.

-Everyone Sola saves with the Breath of Life ends up getting the gift of her magic. Similar but lesser in scale to the gift of magic Nyx has from her mating with Nox. It also means that Sola becomes very possessive of the Galahdians she saved, because they are Hers.

-The day Sola decides to start Courting Libertus is the start of many Shenanigans and much hilarity for everyone on the Stormheart II. Because Sola’s picked up just enough of Galahdian Courting to know generally what to do (bring gifts/kills to show Ability to provide, bring dead enemies to show Ability to protect home, etc), but she’s a mer so like, not all of it comes across.

-Though, the day Sola presents Libertus with a beautifully made sash of woven sea-silk (that the Lazarus weep over) dyed in shimmering blue and black is the day Libertus finally gets a clue and everyone gets to see Libertus choke and turn bright red. Sola just laughs and kisses Libertus on the cheek.

-Sola and Libertus are very affectionate with each other, though they carefully never kiss on the lips. But forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses (the first time Libertus does this to Sola, she turns as red as her scales), and lots of cuddling is very common to see.

-Sola crafts a marriage bead out of a golden pearl that she gifts to Libertus. Libertus waits for Sola to braid it into her hair, then braids the Ostium braids into her hair, before he seals their marriage with a kiss. (And, if it applies in this AU, Sola gives up her mer form and most of her magic for the form of a human, and gets to learn how to walk on human legs.)

-(By the time they marry though, Libertus has met the entirety of the royal family including Regis and Aulea and has decided that Aulea is by far the scariest of his in-laws. Nox and Ardyn included.)

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Fun Fact: in Japanese (and Chinese?) myth, koi swam up river to try to climb the mountains. If they succeeded in reaching the sky, they transformed into dragons.

#Shadow of Heaven's Light #ffxv #fusion #Nox verse #mer au #SE feel free to use any of this #I dunno what you've got already for this au #I'm going off literally two posts #so like this is an au #of an au of an au #AU-ception #all hail the author #who can inspire almost 2k words #at the drop of (ardyn's really ugly) hat

[buffyversefanfiction]

Slayer of Slayers

Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

PART FIVE LINK HERE

Part Six - What You Left Behind

Theo Frey had confronted his parents Buffy and Angel, fought with them, and even almost killed one of them, but in the end, he could not find himself capable of the kill despite managing many kills before that. If anything, he had thought he would only become more ruthless after becoming a vampire but clearly things were not that straightforward, but could it really be that dying made him more human? No, surely not he thought as he ran out of the backdoor of his former family home only to find himself hit by a shovel to the head, not seeing where it came from, or who was holding the shovel, as everything suddenly went to black…

Ruby Moon, the former best friend of Theo Frey, joined Theo when he first left Riverborn to become a lackey for the deranged vampire Drusilla in a bid to protect her best friend but instead, she too found herself briefly seduced by the darkness, of the magical kind, but as she spiraled further and further into the dark acts she began to see changes within herself she did not like and soon she started to see Theo experience the same changes at the hands of Drusilla and her right-hand guy Tobias. She had tried multiple times to convince Theo to run away with her, but he was in too deep and so the young witch was forced to save herself, leaving her best friend behind, as she returned home to Riverborn to live a relatively normal life which led to her graduating from Riverborn High, going on to college, and marrying her best friend’s former crush Lucien Knight but through all the changes, and developments in her life, she could never shake the guilt of not being able to save Theo from the crutches of Drusilla and Tobias. Her now-husband Lucien Knight’s life was as far from normal as possible going on to join a top-secret government organization run by ex-initiative operative Riley Finn, an organization which unlike the initiative itself worked alongside slayers, witches, and even werewolves to achieve their mission, protect the innocent. Ruby and Lucien’s relationship started out as a friendship formed in the wake of losing Theo but grew over time into something more solid, eventually leading to the two falling in love and getting married, a marriage that nobody saw coming but somehow worked very well for the two of them. “Well, if it is not the witch who loves to ditch…” Theo said as he awoke to find himself chained to Ruby and Lucien’s bed within their bedroom, as the husband and wife stood above him, hovering over him, clearly revealing themselves to be Theo’s kidnappers. “I heard you two got hitched but has the marriage already gone that stale you’ve started chaining folk up to the bed?” “I never ditched you, Theo, I pleaded you to come with me, but you made your choice, you were never going to leave that life because you believed you had nothing left in your old life, but you always had me,” Ruby replied to him, making it clear to her friend that she never left him out of choice. “I never should have left you and for that, I am truly sorry, but I cannot allow you to just keep hurting people especially now you’re a vampire.” “You may have left but you did not leave with clean hands dearest friend, or have you forgotten your own kill count?” Theo responded, taunting the witch who at one stage in his life was his best friend. “And as for the whole vampire thing, am I wearing a sign or something?” “Once you have been around enough vampires you start being able to spot them,” Lucien said, finally breaking his silence and adding something to the hostile conversation. “Drusilla manipulated us both got me so hooked on magic I could not think straight but your drug of choice was vengeance, towards people she wanted you to hate, and you did everything she said,” Ruby argued with Theo, before going on to say. “I also know you still have a soul somehow which means despite all the odds, all she did to you, to us, that you are still able to be saved.” “Listen love if your conscience stopped you from getting dirty with the big players that are on you and nobody else but do not go blaming one vamp for your miserable life which includes marrying my sloppy seconds.” Theo cruelly mocked his former friend, as well as her marriage to his former lover. “You are not the guy I grew up with, you stopped being him the day your parents died but that does not mean you cannot ever be him again,” Ruby responded, refusing to react to his attempts to infuriate her. “I know you better than everyone, including those vampires who you claim as family…and I know somewhere deep down you are still a good person.” “And if you prove us wrong…if you really are too gone to be saved…then before the day is over, I’ll slam open those curtains and watch you burn

until there is nothing left on that bed except for your ashes.” Lucien warned the vampire, making it clear that he was ready to save or kill him.

Buffy sat on the doorstep of her son Theo’s adoptive family home, the place he grew up, as she remained shaken by her first meeting with her son, the hatred he had for her, the fact he was now undead just like his father, and the opportunity he had to take her out and was not unable but unwilling which meant despite all the darkness residing within her son there was still some light in there somewhere. “There’s no sign of him anywhere my guess is he’s hiding out while the sun is out who knows maybe he will come back tonight,” Willow said to Buffy as she sat down on the doorstep next to her friend. “I do not think he’s coming back, not again, the only reason we found him this time is that he wanted to be found and something tells me he may never want to be found by us again,” Buffy replied with a saddened sigh, speaking for the first time since her confrontation with her son. “I will find him, Buffy!” Willow promised the slayer, making it clear she was not giving up on Buffy’s son anytime soon. “I do not know when or where but I promise you I will not stop until I find and help him, the proper way this time with no slayer prisons.” “I hope your right Will, I hope we can get through to him, but what if we can’t?” Buffy cried, feeling defeated not only by her son’s hatred towards her but the guilt she felt for the tragic life he lived without her being there to protect him. “I wonder if he came back here for any other reasons, I mean he grew up in this town, right? I know his parents are dead but what about other family members? Or friends he may have grown up with? We should go to the High School, wait till night-time, of course, break-in, and hack into the school system to find out what year he was in, who he was in with, and possibly look for some old files, photos, or perhaps a yearbook to see who his people were.” Willow suggested, hoping to give Buffy hope. “At the very least you’ll get to learn more about your son before his world got torn apart and maybe there’s something in that information which could help us help him in the long run.” Buffy’s face lit up for a moment as she wiped the tears off her face, realizing that Willow’s idea was a stroke of genius, that maybe just maybe learning more about Theo’s life before everything went to hell, that maybe it would help her understand her son more perhaps even get through to him, or who knows to find somebody within this smalltown who could get through to her son.

“I guess a lot has changed since our days in High School judging by the fact you have a vampire shackled to a dead and it seems normal to you,” Theo said to Lucien, as the vampire remained chained to Lucien and Ruby’s bed within their bedroom, as he began plotting his escape as he noticed the sun starting to set. “After you left town with Ruby everyone just assumed you went crazy and killed your parents, then this team of specialists took over the case, and before I knew it, I found myself embroiled in the mystery of it all leading to the supernatural being my day-to-day job I guess,” Lucien replied to the vampire he once loved. “I joined a private organization specialized in working with, helping, and hunting the supernatural from time to time, by the time the whole world had realized what the hell was going on around us I was already working to help solve the problem…problems.” “One could say you chased after me and settled for the rest of the supernatural…and that is clearly not all you settled for…” Theo teased the first man he ever loved, before going on to ask. “Do you remember the last time we were together?” “You mean when you asked me to skip town with you? It’s not something someone easily forgets.” Lucien admitted reluctantly, piquing Theo’s curiosity. “Do you ever wish you came with me?” Theo asked, intrigued to know the answer. “No!” Lucien answered honestly. “But I do wish I found a way of making you stay…” “Probably a good thing you did not join the party you probably would have just wound up addicted to the magics like Ruby or a soulless vampire like the rest of the gang,” Theo told Lucien, before going on to say. “I know you did not take a vamp hostage without getting in some blood…and I’ve not eaten in a while…do not worry I won’t bite, as long as it’s not pig blood you’re serving.” And just like that Lucien went downstairs towards the kitchen to get fresh blood in a pouch bag from the local hospital that Ruby and he acquired before abducting Theo, and began pouring the blood into a glass, knowing Ruby said not to feed him until she got back, but foolishly believing he was getting through to his ex, which is of course exactly what Theo wanted him to believe. Lucien returned to the bedroom, a glass of blood in hand, ready to feed Theo, unwittingly becoming prey to the predator, as he reached out to hand Theo the glass, Theo grabbed a hold of him and pulled him into his grasp with all his force, Lucien unable to break free from the vampire’s hold. “You smell as good as you did back then!” Theo stated as his face turned into full vampire mode and he sunk his teeth into his ex-lover’s neck, draining him of his blood but cautious not to take too much, after all, Lucien was his leverage for his latest prison break.

Elsewhere in Riverborn, Buffy, Angel, and Willow had waited for the sun to go down before breaking into Riverborn High School, specifically the principal’s office, as the slayer and vampire worked their way through endless files within filing cabinets while leaving the computer hacking to the tech-savvy witch who was more than willing to hack or spell her way into gathering as much information about Theo Frey as possible. “Well, I’m in the records regarding his grades before dropping out and they’re quite impressive, not like Willow Rosenberg impressive but not far off either, perhaps he would’ve got there if he finished school,” Willow informed Buffy and Angel as they continued searching through the school files. “I’m going to load up reports, detentions, warnings, etc.… to see if there is anything about who his circle was, and if not, thankfully the yearbooks are now all online these days so that should show us actual pictures of his friends…if he had any that is.” “Can you print out any pictures you find of him?” Angel asked the red-headed witch nervously. “I know it may sound weird, but I have hardly any pictures of Connor before everything…it’d be nice to have some of Theo, even one picture.” “Of course, the minute I get to viewing I’ll get to printing!” Willow replied awkwardly, knowing she was partially to blame for Angel not seeing his son Theo grow up over the years. “Print me out some copies too!” Buffy said with a sense of sadness, knowing pictures were all she could ever have of her son’s past even if it would never make up for all the time, she had lost with him.

Meanwhile, back at Ruby Moon and Lucien Knight’s marital home, Ruby had just walked into the horrifying scene of a shackled Theo in full vampire face, strangling an unconscious Lucien, with bite marks on the victim’s neck, as Theo held his neck tightly with both hands, ready to snap his ex’s neck if Ruby so much as made one single move wrong. “Girl, he was all fine and funky for our teenage selves but we’re playing in the big games now and humans are just so fragile and expendable.” Theo taunted his former friend, as he applied more pressure on an unconscious Lucien’s neck. “But that does make awfully good cannon fodder…” “Please do not hurt him, Theo!” Ruby pleaded with the slayer of slayers turned vampire. “You do not want to hurt him!” “Maybe I do or maybe you want me to, after all, what kind of wife does not take the husband’s name and I know we’re all modern now, but he did not take your name either,” Theo responded knowing he had the brown-haired witch exactly where he wanted her. “But what would I know about marriage? All I know is you’re about to be a widow if you do not get these chains off me right now.” “If I do let you go what’s going to stop you from killing him anyway and then me?” Ruby asked him, knowing the chance of either her or her husband surviving this ordeal was rather slim. “You can either choose to believe there is still enough humanity in me to not kill my former best friend, enough to stop me killing a man I once love, or believe me to be the monster I truly am,” Theo stated before chuckling sinisterly. “Not like you really have a choice…” A choice Ruby did not have, she’d either not free Theo and watch him kill her husband, or free him and hope he does not kill them both, and so she released Theo from his chains and to her surprise, the vampire just left, without attacking, or threatening her, he just walked down the stairs, out the house, and out of sight, without any intention of bringing her any harm, and whether he meant to or not at that moment he had convinced the witch that now more than ever her best friend was still in there somewhere, and perhaps just perhaps, she had grown a little closer to bringing him back.

Following breaking into Riverborn High, Buffy, Angel, and Willow had discovered some more information about Buffy and Angel’s son Theo, learning he was quite the academic achiever, never missed class until he dropped out that is and was always with his friend Ruby Moon, who just so happened to go missing the same time as Theo, the difference being that Ruby returned to Riverborn less than a year later. With their new information, Buffy and Willow waited until the next morning to track Ruby down, hoping she had more information about Theo, or even hoping he had reached out to her after returning to his hometown, not realizing they had missed Theo himself by a matter of a few hours. “I’m not saying this friend is going to be the answers to all our problems but at least she is going to provide answers in general about your killer kid.” Willow tried to reassure Buffy as she knocked on the door of Ruby and Lucien’s front door. “If she’s willing to speak to us that is,” Buffy replied as Lucien opened his front door to the vampire slayer, and witch. “Willow Rosenberg, my wife is a huge fan of yours.” Lucien greeted them, instantly making it clear he knew who Willow was, before going on to say. “And I’m guessing by your blonde-haired companion that your Buffy Summers.” “I guess the government constantly trying to hunt us down makes us kind of famous everywhere now,” Willow said, surprised by the stranger’s sudden knowledge of her and Buffy, remembering how much things had changed for them both in recent years. “I work for Riley Finn; he talks highly of you both,” Lucien admitted to them both. “I do not think I’m supposed to say who I work for but oh well you are friends of his, so I hope that saves me from being fired.” “Talking of your wife being such a fan, is she in we kind of need to talk to her about a certain situation.” Willow wondered, eager to get to Ruby and get some answers for Buffy and Angel. “My wife is going to be super pissed she missed you, but she’s gone out of town…” Lucien began to explain as Buffy noticed the bite marks on her neck, assuming correctly that Theo had left his mark. “He’s been here, hasn’t he? Theo Frey, the slayer of slayers, and now newly turned vampire.” Buffy questioned him knowing she was getting somewhere. “We are looking for him and if you have any leads…” “I was worried that one day he pissed off the wrong slayer…I’m sorry Buffy I really because trust me after him taking a chunk out of my neck and getting my wife into all sorts of trouble I would happily hand him over to you but my wife’s convinced she can get through to him so I can’t be the one to get him killed, she would never forgive me.” Lucien apologized, assuming that Buffy and Willow were there to kill the slayer-turned vampire. “I do not want to kill him I want to stop him from killing others,” Buffy replied urgently. “Please, he’s my son I just want to help save him from himself before it’s too late.” “Hold up…Theo Frey is Buffy the vampire slayer’s son? I mean we all knew he was adopted but his birth mother being the legend herself.” Lucien responded looking gobsmacked by Buffy’s revelation. “Yeah, she’s his mum and Angel’s his dad but right now all we need from you is to tell us where he’s heading so we can safe your wife from being his latest target and hopefully save him too.” Willow snapped at Lucien, making it clear he had to tell them all he knew. “Where is he going?” “Back to where he considers home or that’s at least what Ruby reckons, back to the city of angels so to speak,” Lucien revealed to them both, as the slayer, and witch realized Theo had gone back to the last place he considered himself happy, the demonic dive bar he had with his recently dead lover Tobias.

Several days later, a determined Ruby walked into the infamous demonic dive bar located within a shady alleyway somewhere in the city of Los Angeles, stunned to see the place almost in ruins, having been wrecked during Theo’s showdown with Faith and not being fixed since. She looked around at the place she knew Theo would have loved running especially with Tobias and for a moment she felt saddened by Tobias’ death, not because she felt sorry for the vampire himself but because she knew how much Theo loved him, and how rare it was for Theo to care about anyone especially after the death of his parents. “I personally never got the appeal of Tobias; I mean he was painfully beautiful of course but other than that I really did not get it,” Ruby claimed as she found Theo staring into thin air, sitting at a corner table of the bar looking somewhat defeated. “But I get he meant something to you and for that, I am truly sorry.” “Listen, witch, I gave you a free pass for old times sake but if you are going to keep pestering me, I’m going to have to kill you,” Theo replied to his friend as he turned to look at her, his eyes clearly red raw from crying. “Have you ever wondered how Drusilla randomly just showed randomly show up into our lives the same night your parents were mysteriously murdered by a vampire? Does not take a genius to figure out she’s your parents’ killer and something tells me deep down you already know that.” Ruby replied to the vampire, revealing to him what she already believed he knew and just did not want to admit. “Do you not think that thought crossed my mind a hundred times?” Theo snapped at the witch, as he rose from his chair furiously. “Dru said she saw it coming and did not stop it which was a hard pill to swallow but I did…but Tobias promised me that she never took their lives and I believe in him more than I’ve ever believed in anyone.” “Well, your undead lover not only lied to you about Dru killing your mother but according to strong evidence from a corporation who specializes in the supernatural he may have killed your father or at least knows the vamp who teamed up with Drusilla to take out your parents,” Ruby confessed to the slayer of slayers, refusing to let him be in denial any longer. “Face facts Theo if your parents never died then you would never have run off with them and they knew it! I get you to want vengeance so how about you get it on the bitch who really deserves it?”

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[out-of-jams]

Airplane Mode | Track 01: Piece of Peace (P.O.P.) | jhs

Summary: Set in the same universe as Love at First Touch by bagelswrites.

In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you're really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate, they starve to death.

So what happens when your soulmate is an internationally famous idol?

And you're just one fan in a sea of many who can't even speak the same language.

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem Character

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.

Warnings: This chapter contains swearing and a description of a panic attack. If you wish to skip the panic attack part, do not read the end of the last section.

Words written like this are words spoken in Korean.

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“Where the hell are you?”

A femine voice yelled into the phone pressed against her ear. The loud, excited chatter of the group of young girls in line in front of her threatened to drown out her voice. Pulling the drenched hood of her hoodie further over her head, the girl attempted to shield herself from the cold rain.

“I’m a block away. Don’t get your panties in a wad, Jae.”

Eunjae huffed as the deep voice of her best friend grumbled through the phone’s speaker. She watched as her breath dispersed from her mouth in a cloud of white and almost, almost, felt a brief whisper of regret.

The denim of Eunjae’s jacket caught on the brick of the building she was leaning against and she muttered a curse. It was the middle of January in New York City and damn was it cold . Even after living in the city for most of her life, Eunjae still didn’t know how she managed to survive the cold months. Eyes narrowed on the back of the girl’s BTS sweatshirt in front of her, Eunjae reminded herself of why she was enduring such torture.

Do it for the boys,  she sang the mantra in her head, bouncing on the toes of her Doc Martens in a poor attempt at warming up.  For those beautiful boys and their beautiful voices.  

The teenaged girl in line behind her let out a screech of excitement and Eunjae gripped the phone in her hand tighter. Teeth chattering, she opened her mouth to respond to her best friend on the other line.

“Yeah well, you left me forever ago and I’m dying over here. Do you want to be responsible for my death, Miles?”

“First off, I left to get an umbrella ten minutes ago, you ingrate. Jesus, you’re so overdramatic.” Eunjae could feel the boy rolling his eyes over the phone. “Besides, you’re the one who dragged me all the way out here, so you can’t even complain.”

“Dragged you?” Eunjae raised an eyebrow even though he wasn’t there to see it. “You peed your pants when I told you I got tickets to a fanmeet with BTS.”

“I did not pee my pants ! I just got a little excited, okay?”

Eunjae’s laughter rang into the air and she could taste the rain on her tongue as she tilted her head back. “You said the same thing in fifth grade after you wet yourself in front of the whole cla-”

Click.

A grunt of annoyance left her at the sudden dial tone ringing in her ear. “That idiot hung up on me.”

“Yeah, well, you were being rude as hell.”

The rain that had been pelting the top of her white hoodie ceased and Eunjae turned her head to find Miles towering over her. His white-blond hair was completely drenched, flopping over his tan forehead. The rain had ruined whatever product she knew he must have spent hours that morning putting into it. Miles had the black hood of his thin sweatshirt thrown up over his head in a meager attempt at shielding himself from the downpour. The zipper was pulled up just far enough to show off the silver chains around his neck, and the top of his purple “eat, sleep, BTS, repeat” shirt stuck out from under his soaked sweatshirt.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting the clear umbrella he held in his hand eased some of the nervous tension in Eunjae’s body. She slid the hood off her head and ran a hand through the damp silver tresses. The rings adorned on one of her hands caught on a particularly stubborn tangle and she grimaced in pain.

“Yeah, well, hanging up is also rude as hell.” Eunjae fired back, finally succeeding in taming her long hair.

“I don’t know why I put up with you.” Miles rolled his green eyes before nodding his head towards the front of the line. “Ooh, I think they’re finally letting us in. Just in time too! Hallelujah! I can not wait to finally get to meet those beautiful specimens they call humans.”

“And you call me overdramatic.” Eunjae muttered under her breath with a small smile. Miles was right. The doors to the venue had finally been opened, and the line slowly started to trickle into the building.

As the pair made their way towards the staff checking tickets at the door, Eunjae began to feel her palms sweat. She’d been a fan of BTS for the past year, and even though Miles teased her for being so late to hop onto the BTS Express, she was beyond excited. And nervous. Very, very nervous.

Bangtan Sonyeondan had gained so much traction in the last year that they were practically a household name. Eunjae had been trying to get tickets to one of their concerts ever since Miles introduced them to her. But Bangtan hadn’t had anything scheduled in New York City until now.

Winning a lottery for a fanmeet with BTS was something that Eunjae had never imagined happening to her. When she’d gotten the email, she’d screamed so loud that her grandmother barged into her room armed with a baseball bat because she’d thought they were getting robbed. Eunjae had called Miles up right away, who’d literally burst into tears over FaceTime. He’d been a fan of BTS since they first debuted, but he’d only ever been to a few concerts; nothing as personal and intimate as a fanmeet.

One of the staff at the front of the line scanned the tickets on Eunjae’s phone and they were ushered in with a short wave of the hand. Stepping inside, Eunjae let out a sigh as the warmth of the building’s central heating hit her frozen skin.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” Miles squeaked as they walked down the aisle of the room holding the fanmeet. There were about a hundred black folding chairs set up in multiple rows, the first few rows already being taken up by fans. Front and center of the room was a small stage with a long tablecloth table and seven empty chairs.

“Stop, you’re making me more nervous.” Eunjae elbowed Miles in the side. The line had snaked its way around and her short legs bumped into the neatly lined chairs as she shuffled into their row.

“Sorry, not sorry.” Miles let out a shaky breath as they took a seat. Eunjae could feel the cold of the metal beneath her damp, ripped skinny jeans and she shivered.

Glancing over at Miles as he nervously fiddled with the folded umbrella between his legs, Eunjae reached over to pat the top of one of his cold hands. She hadn’t seen him this nervous since he’d confessed to a boy he’d been crushing on in their junior year math class years ago. Even though they teased and annoyed the crap out of each other, the two of them always looked out for each other.

“You okay?” She asked, eyebrows scrunched in concern, pushing her own nervousness to the wayside.

“Yeah, I’m good, JJ.” Miles bumped his grey jeaned leg into hers. “Just nervous. Like, what if I go to say something to them and just...just...?”

“Pee your pants?”

An unattractive snort shot out of his nose and he shook his head with a smile. “You know what? I hope you mess up those Korean phrases you spent so much time learning.”

“I’ll have you know that I didn’t spend that much time learning them.’” Eunjae turned her nose up at him. “I am  half Korean, ‘ya know. So I know what I’m-”

“You literally spent two days trying to figure out how to say ‘hi, my name is Eunjae Morales,’ you poser.”

Eunjae’s snarky response was cut off as the girls and few boys around them erupted into screams. Head snapping back around to the front of the room, Eunjae’s mouth parted as seven of the world’s most beautiful human beings stepped out onto the stage one after another.

The album cover clenched between Eunjae’s white knuckled fingers was the only thing keeping her grounded. The line of fans in front of her were dwindling down as one after another, they took their turn stepping in front of the long table at the front of the room. Despite the water still dampening her clothes, Eunjae felt herself breaking into a nervous sweat. Maybe she should have taken off the denim jacket, but it was too late now.

“I’m looking at Kim Namjoon right now.” Miles clutched at Eunjae’s elbow, his green eyes blown wide as they locked onto the first person seated at the table. “ Kim Namjoon . I can’t breathe.”

Nodding in silent agreement, Eunjae couldn’t bring herself to form words as she stared past the few people left in front of her in line. Kim Namjoon, famed leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan, sat in the first chair. Tanned skin and dimpled cheeks, he hid his symmetrical face behind one of his big hands shyly as the fan kneeling in front of him whispered something to him. Pink, full lips pulling up into an embarrassed smile, Kim Namjoon crossed one of his long legs over the other beneath the table.

“I swear to God, if Seokjin speaks to me, I might actually spontaneously combust.” Miles was going to leave a bruise if he clutched at her arm any longer.

Wincing, Eunjae pried his fingers from her person. Breathing in shakily, she joked, “well, I hope everyone knows where the fire exits are.”

“Stop using humor to deflect.” Miles wasn’t even looking at her, too busy ogling the next man sitting at the table: Min Yoongi.

“Wow, call me out on my faults, will you?” Eunjae didn’t even comprehend what she was saying as she watched wide-eyed as the person in front of her stepped onto the small stage and kneeled down in front of Kim Namjoon. “Some friend you are.”

“Holy shit you’re next.” Miles breathed.

“Holy shit I’m next.”

Eunjae felt her breath catch in her throat as the space in front of Namjoon cleared. She didn’t have a particular bias out of the members, but the confident brilliance of Kim Namjoon just did something to her.

Her dark eyes widened when the staff member positioned next to the stage waved her forward. It took Miles prodding her in the back for her to move, feet shuffling up the small steps to the stage. As she kneeled down in front of Namjoon and placed her album onto the table, he looked up from his marker with a smile.

Wow, those dimples are dangerous , she thought, mouth opening and closing without sound.

“Hello.” Kim Namjoon’s deep voice was like butter as he reached for her album. “What’s your name?”

“Uh,” she stuttered out unintelligently as he neatly signed his signature onto the album. All of the Korean that she’d practiced beforehand slipped completely from her mind. She was just lucky that Namjoon was fluent in English. “Eunjae Morales.”

“Nice to meet you, Eunjae.” Namjoon’s cheeks dimpled as he held up a hand for her to high five. Her small hand gently tapped his and she almost died on the spot.

“You too.” Enjae wouldn’t have been able to say anything more even if she’d wanted to. A staff member appeared behind Namjoon from seemingly out of nowhere to wave her on. She was barely able to squeeze out a “fighting!” before she slid down to the next member.

Eunjae’s interaction with Min Yoongi passed in a blur. She’d barely been able to stammer out a sentence from underneath his unfaltering gaze. And when he flashed her his patented gummy smile, Eunjae couldn’t help the shy grin she sent back in return. In the middle of his accented sentence in English, he lifted up a hand for her to high five, smile widening at the blush that spread across her cheeks.

Sliding down the table, she glanced up and felt the breath stutter in her chest when she met the dark eyes of Kim Seokjin. His face was even more beautiful in person and when his plush lips tilted up in a smile, she almost fainted on the spot. His dark hair was parted to reveal forehead and the lightly tanned skin of his arms shone under the lights as he reached out for her album. Seokjin didn’t know a lot of English, however, so they weren’t really able to converse. But he sent another radiant smile her way as he grasped one of her hands in both of his and squeezed gently.

Before moving down again, Eunjae took a peak at Miles behind her. She had to muffle her laughter from his wide-eyed stare of awe as he admired the beautiful Kim Seokjin. Lips twitching, she shuffled down the table once again with shaking hands.

“Hello!” The enthusiastic greeting of Jung Hoseok met her ears in his cute, accented English.

Wow, this is just not fair.  Eunjae barely stopped herself from speaking the thoughts out loud. Hoseok’s eyes turned into crescent moons as he grinned down at her, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. A grey bucket hat hid most of his wavy, dark hair from view, and Eunjae was glad that his stylists didn’t force him to straighten it. Popping up between the corners of his pink lips and high cheekbones were tiny, cute dimples.

“Hi.” Eunjae answered, hands coming up to cover the bottom half of her face shyly. Why are all these men so beautiful?  

Ignoring the album in front of him, Hoseok excitedly gestured a ringed finger back and forth between them before declaring, “the same!”

Eunjae tilted her head in confusion at his words for a moment before glancing down at where he was gesturing. A very unladylike snort left her as soon as she noticed what he meant. Hoseok was dressed in a plain white T-shirt with a denim jacket thrown over it, incidentally matching with her white hoodie and denim jacket.

“Hey, I had this on first.” The words came out automatically, muffled as she spoke around the fingers covering her lips. Her nervousness caused the words to stumble out without her permission. “You copied me.”

Hoseok’s contagious laughter burst from his lips and his hand stopped waving between them as he leaned forward. Elbows propped onto the table, he reached out to gently pull Eunjae’s hands from her face. Smaller hands held in his long fingers, Hoseok’s glittering eyes roved her face.

“Name?”

Attempting to force the blush from her cheeks, Eunjae sputtered out the first words that came to mind. Which was, finally , the correct translation of her practiced introduction in Korean. It seemed almost impossible, but Hoseok’s smile widened even more as he stared at her in surprise, hands squeezing her own.

“ You speak Korean ?”  

Eunjae blinked as she attempted to slowly translate the rapid fire Korean that just left his lips. Her brow creased as she grasped at the words that had long since been buried in the back of her brain. She hadn’t held a conversation in Korean since she was a kid, and what was once easily translated now came with great difficulty.

“ Uh, very small. ” Eunjae winced at what she was sure was an incorrect sentence. “ Sorry .”

Hoseok let go of her hands and leaned forward to gently sandwich her burning cheeks between his soft palms. “ Gwiyeopda !”

That word Eunjae did not know, though it sounded vaguely familiar. Before she could form a response, the space in front of Kim Taehyung, who sat next to Hoseok, finally emptied. A staff member materialized over Hoseok’s shoulder to gesture her along. He gave Eunjae one last parting, dimpled smile before finally releasing her. He quickly signed album that laid forgotten between them before sliding it down to the left.

“Bye-bye!”

Eunjae sent him a parting smile and a stammered “bye” before finding herself kneeling in front of the beautiful Kim Taehyung. Sitting this close, she was able to make out all the details of his visage. His golden skin practically glowed under the lights of the room and his hair had recently been dyed a beautiful blond. Long, slender fingers gently slid her album closer to himself. With one double lidded eye, and one single lidded eye, he peered up at her from under his long lashes as he enthusiastically scrawled his signature.

“Hi!” Taehyung let his marker fall carelessly to the table and he reached out to grab onto her hands. Fingers intertwining with hers, he sent her a cute boxy smile and waved their conjoined hands side to side.

“Hi!” Eunjae had always been the type of person to automatically mold her energy to the people around her. And Taehyung’s energy was definitely nudging hers from shy to excited.

Like Seokjin, Taehyung’s grasp on the English language was very limited. So their interaction just consisted of him waving their conjoined hands around in a very uncoordinated dance. Meeting an adorable Park Jimin, who had been sitting next to Taehyung, and a shy Jeon Jungkook passed by in the blink of an eye.

Before she knew it, Eunjae was descending the tiny steps to the stage. She didn’t make it far down the aisle before Miles was back at her side, hand snaking out to clutch onto her arm for dear life.

“This has been the single, most greatest day of my life.” He gushed as they sat back down. Miles let his eyes trail back over the line of boys sitting at the table with a starstruck expression. “I think I’m in love.”

Nodding, Eunjae subtly flexed her hands. “It should be illegal to be that beautiful.”

“Then I would be in jail, sweetie.”

Shaking her head, Eunjae turned back to the front of the room and watched as the seven men bounced their energy off of one another. Jimin had the microphone in his hand, playfully taunting a glaring Seokjin. As the last few fans trickled off the stage, all Eunjae could think about for the rest of the fanmeet was how cold her hands felt.

Bare feet sinking into the soft, shag carpet underneath the couch in Miles’ one bedroom apartment, Eunjae groggily sat up. Dawn was just beginning to peek through the closed blinds of the small living room as she sat upright for a few moments to gather her bearings. Eunjae’s head pounded in sync with her heartbeat, each bump-bump sending a searing pain through her skull.

After the fanmeet the day previous, Eunjae and Miles had retreated back to his tiny one bedroom apartment in the lower West Side. After stuffing themselves with leftover chinese food, the two of them had ended up retreating to bed. Too lazy to hike down to the subway to trek all the way back home to Queens, Eunjae raided Miles’ closet for pajamas and crashed shortly after.

Eyes squinting groggily at the clock face on the tv’s cable box, Eunjae grumbled angrily at her pressing bladder. She’d only been asleep for a few hours and the warmth of the couch cushions was calling to her. Ignoring the temptation, she slowly rose to her feet, muscles weak and achy like she’d decided to run a marathon the day previous.

Eunjae blindly felt her way down the short hallway between the living room and kitchenette, stumbling through the first door on the left. The lone window behind the bathroom counter was enough for her to see by. So, without bothering to turn the light on, she locked the door and shuffled across the room. After doing her business, she ran her hands under the warm tap water, eyes closed. It wasn’t until she turned off the tap that she looked up.

“Holy shit .”

Eyes wide in alarm, she braced herself against the counter and leaned to further inspect herself in the mirror hanging above the sink. Both sides of her face were covered in ugly, dark purple bruises. They were the darkest right on the apple of her cheeks before fading to a greenish-yellow around her chin and right under her eyes.

“What the hell?”

Eunjae reached out a shaky finger to gently prod at one of her cheeks, only to stop halfway once she noticed the bruising that covered the back of her hand as well. Both hands, in fact. How had she managed to hurt herself to such an extent without even realising? Actually, Eunjae was pretty sure that those bruises hadn’t been there when she went to sleep. Were those…?

Heart leaping in her throat, Eunjae threw the bathroom door open and screamed out for Miles. She refused to tear her eyes away from her reflection in disbelief at what she was seeing. The bruises looked familiar to something that had been covered in every year of grade school since the third grade. But it couldn’t be. She couldn’t have…

“Why are you screaming bloody murder?” The groggy, sleep filled voice of Miles reached out for her from down the hallway and she let out a shaky breath before answering.

“Miles, I need you to come look at this and tell me I’m crazy.”

“What?” His voice was closer now, and Eunjae saw his head poke into the bathroom through the mirror. “Why are you standing here in the dark like a...oh, my God.”

“Please tell me that I fell down somewhere last night and just don’t remember it.” Eunjae pleaded, the cold edge of the counter digging into her stomach.

The boy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he moved to stand next to her, his sharp profile catching her eye as he stared down at the bruises on her face. Miles reached out a hand as if he were going to trace her cheek, but he stopped halfway, hand hanging limp between them.

“No,” his voice was quiet as he stared in awe. “No, you didn’t fall.”

There was a beat of silence where neither of them spoke. The only noise that filled the still air was the soft melody of a songbird perched somewhere outside the window.

“Eunjae.” Miles hadn’t used her first name since they were children. “Those look like that marks of First Touch.”

Eunjae couldn’t verbally respond. She just nodded her head slowly in agreement.

“I think you met your soulmate.”

The marks that covered her skin were not ordinary bruises; they were soulmarks, the sign of First Touch. The first time someone’s skin brushed against that of their soulmate’s, it left behind a bruise at the point of contact. Not right away, however, it took hours, sometimes even days, for them to appear on the skin.

Finding your soulmate sounded great on paper, but once First Touch was initiated, both parties only got a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body would begin to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one failed to find their soulmate, they starved to death. It wasn’t very common, only three-fourths of the population succeeded in finding their soulmate. It was a rarity. A blessing, some called it.

Or a curse.

“Yeah..,” Eunjae’s voice trailed off, mind reeling. “I think so too.”

Miles turned his head to met her eyes through the mirror. “Do you know who it is?”

Shaking her head, Eunjae answered, “the only people I touched yesterday were you, and--”

Both of their eyes widened at the same time. Their voices bounced off the tiled walls as they spoke as one: “Bangtan.”

“Do you know what this means?” Miles picked his jaw back up from where it’d dropped to the floor. Shifting to stand behind her, he grasped her small shoulders in his hands. “One of the members of Bantan is your soulmate .”

“This is crazy.” Eunjae breathed.

“Holy shit.” Miles paused in his movements before his eyes met hers. “Which one was it?”

“I don’t know, Miles.” Eunjae winced. The pain from the harsh bruising on her face was beginning to get to her. “Honestly, the whole thing passed by in a blur. I touched hands with all of them yesterday.”

“Well, who touched your face?”

Eyes closed in thought, Eunjae ran back through the memories of the day before. Her lips parted in sudden realization. “Oh.”

“Oh? Don’t leave me hanging here.” Miles shook her shoulders in excitement. “ Who was it ?”

“J-hope.”

“I’d hate you if I didn’t love you so much.” Miles sighed dramatically before bouncing on the balls of his feet. “This is incredible! Wow, I’m so jealous, you have no idea. You’re soulmates with J-fucking- hope .”

“How am I supposed to find him?” The words blurted from Eunjae’s mouth as panic slowly started to set in. “What if they were only here for that one night and now they’re gone? If I don’t find him again--”

“Whoa, whoa, relax.” Miles eased, hands rubbing soothing circles through the material of her borrowed shirt. “We’ll just check online to see if we can find a schedule or something. Besides, I doubt that they’d just up and leave once they see the marks on J-hope. That’d be stupid.”

Inhaling through her nose, Eunjae slowly nodded at his words of reassurance. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Exactly! I’m right.” He nodded vigorously, excited energy bouncing back. “I swear to God, you better introduce me. And if you don’t choose me to be the bridesmaid at your wedding, I might just have to disown you.”

At her lack of response, a frown pulled down the corners of his lips. “This is good news. So why do you look like that? You should be happy dancing with me.”

Shaking her head, Eunjae gripped the small bathroom counter with bruised fingers. “Do you know what this means, Miles?”

“Um, that you’ve won the soulmate lottery?”

“Miles!” She spun around, the corner of the counter digging painfully into her back. Eunjae stared up at him with panicked eyes. “We live in New York City.”

He tilted his head to the side at her words in confusion.

“They live in South Korea.”

“That’s-”

“I barely even speak Korean. They barely even speak English. They live in Seoul, South Korea.” The words poured from her mouth at a rapid fire pace, the reality of the situation starting to dawn on her.

Eunjae had spent practically her whole life in New York City. After the death of her parents at age twelve, she’d been sent to live with the only remaining blood relative they’d been able to get a hold of. Eunja’s grandmother on her mother’s side had been the only one that they’d gotten to take her in.

Eunjae could feel her chest tightening as her breath strained against her lungs. Mouth parting in panic, the room beginning to spin, walls pressing down against her. “South Korea. I can’t leave my grandmother, Miles. I’m all she has left. And what about school? The semester just started and--”

“Breathe, hunny.” Miles’ hands gripped the tops of her arms as he spoke calmly, guiding her face to his chest. “Count with me. One. Two. Three. Breathe in.”

Eyes closed against the dark spots entering her vision, Eunjae concentrated on the calming words murmured into the shell of her ear. Hands shaking, she ignored the pain in her bruised fingers and clutched at the oversized shirt of her best friend in an attempt to ground herself.

“There you go. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“No it won’t.” Eunjae’s small, shaking voice strained past her lips. “Do you really think they’d let one of their members relocate to the states by himself?”

The cotton shirt pressed against her face dampened from her panicked tears and a sob caught in her throat. “Everything I have is here. I don’t want to leave.”

Miles’ arms wrapped around her shaking frame and, for once, he had nothing to say. All he could do was hold her steady in the growing light of his small, cold bathroom.

#bts #bts soulmate au #bts fic #hoseok #namjoon #seokjin #taehyung #yoongi #jungkook #jimin

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So last night I wound up reading Amanda's wiki and It made me kind of sad for her, because it very much sounds like she was suffering from stockholme syndrome of a kind there, to me, atleast. Which makes me wonder, what do you think of the pig/amanda? What's your Amanda like in your stories? Do you think she had any potential for redemption (with A LOT of work)? I guess I just wanna hear your thoughts on her character because ur always rly good at it?? - Sleepy

Yeah, whoever wrote the Saw wiki loves Amanda and hates Hoffman and it’s genuinely hilarious. They make a lot of assumptions (like that her motive for killing Adam after he won his game was mercy killing, which is a throughly unconfirmed opinion), and use the most sympthetic & extreme language possible. I’ve watched all the Saw films, and as a character, Amanda is a very enjoyable villain, but as a person? She’s a truly awful human being. (Side note—this typed last— So, mentioning certain Saw characters sends me flying into a rage like a D&D berserker, so this is gonna get angry as hell, but 0 of it is at you. I love you. This is at the Jigsaw squad. WHO I FUCKING HATE. Ahem. Anyway. Felt like the level of unbridled and sudden fury needed a heads up lol.) It’s not Stockholm syndrome. In Saw one, she’s a victim who is put in a reverse beartrap and forced to either die, or cut the key out of the stomach of a paralyzed by drugs but very alive (which she knew) other kidnap victim, whom she cut open and killed. After enduring that trauma and barely surviving, she immediately accepted John’s offer to join him. She was not forced, she was not tricked. He asked, and because she wanted to feel special and important, she agreed to inflict suffering she knew goddamn well the horrible level of on others first hand, and went willingly. She is self-centered to her core, and became dependent on and infatuated with John, and obsessed with his approval. She kidnapped Adam and Lawrence with him, who were kidnapped for fuckall reason (literally John just thought photography was pathetic) and for almost cheating on his wife (lol this was John’s ‘stated’ reason—his real reason was John is the world’s pettiest bitch, and Lawrence was the doctor who told him he had cancer. I’m not fkn kidding he’s that level of petty self-absorbed, self-righteous bastard) respectively. Then killed Adam after he won his game, which should have given him freedom but John reneged on like he always does like the pissy little bitch he is, Amanda killed him for reasons up to speculation. However, given John usually tests people who win a second time or tries to get them to join or some bullshit, it’s more plausible to assume her motive was seeing him as a threat than that it was mercy killing, and it’s only stated in-film to be an emotion based decision, not her actual movtive. Everyone’s opinion on this action is just that—opinion. With varying degrees of factual basis behind the educated level of educated guess.

In Saw 2, she helps John kidnap a bunch of drug addicts like herself who all got false arrests by the same officer at one time or another, along with a poor fucking 15 year old whose crime is having that cop for a dad. She then spent the next two hours watching people whose only crime was drug use, like herself, die horribly of organ deterioration, knowing at any time she could have stopped it and saved them all because she knew how to get the antidotes. Bitch even holds one girl in her arms and stokes her head and pretends to care about her while she hacks up deteriorated lung and blood and fucking dies, when at any moment she could have chosen to let her live. Literally no one should be more sympathetic to them than her. She knows how addicted to drugs feels, and the help you need. Anyway, she doesn’t, she lets them die and plays with them, and then when it’s to her, the 15 year old—who multiple times saves or helps her when hurt by other participants, and is nothing but kind—and one other man, the man shows up to kill her to get an antidote, and the poor fucking 15 year old child kills him with a saw to save her, traumatizing himself to a breakdown afterwords, and instead of being even thankful, she attacks and knocks him out, ties him up and attaches an oxygen tank so he won’t suffocate, and locks him in a fucking like tiny ass safe to be a game piece for another trial and leaves him there. His dad, who admittedly needs to serve jail time but isn’t a fucking murderer at least & does love his son, shows up distraught looking for his kid he’s afraid is dead, and she sneak attacks and takes him down, then leaves him chained up in a nasty lost bathroom to starve slowly to death, and doesn’t even do him the decency of telling him his kid isn’t dead. When he breaks his foot to get free and comes hobbling wounded after her, she sneak attacks again and he nearly wins, but she fucks up his broken foot and starts to leave, then comes back and beats him (she thinks) to death becuase he said she would never be Jigsaw, and she’s that petty and proud. Kid never gets to know what happened to his dad, and even alive, will definitely die young from the complications one, you know, gets from almost dying of chemical organ deterioration.

In Saw 3, the main victim is a man whose kid was lost in a hit and run. Jigsaw has Amanda kidnap his wife because she’s a surgeon and also was once not as sympathetic as he thought she should be when talking to him about his cancer at the hospital (I’m not even fucking exaggerating—side note, I will beat John Kramer to death myself with my huge fucking meat fists and laugh as I watch his bones crumble to dust). This poor bitch just lost a kid, then separated from her husband because he was a fucking mess consumed with revenge against the poor college kid who accidentally hit his son & totally withdrew from the world, and she wakes up with a collar filled with shotgun shells basically a 360 gun blow off your head collar deal on, and Amanda wheeling her around in the wheelchair she’s tied to. They tell her if she keeps John alive until the person being tested finishes his test, she can go free. The whole movie, Amanda keeps trying to convince John to kill the poor woman even though she complies just because she’s a throughly selfish, petty, conceited, self-pitying bastard with no regard for others, and wants this “Bitch” to die for fun. She feels she’s a threat for John’s attentions, and John isn’t even romantically inclined toward her, but she’s obsessed and doesn’t care. Amanda decides between Saws 2 and 3 that people aren’t fixable—even though she herself was supposedly “helped” by her Jigsaw game and this is hypocritical as fuck—and just starts straight up fucking torture murdering for fun. To the point even John thinks she has to be stopped. Like if John fucking Kramer thinks you’ve gone to far? Jesus help you because no one else can. She still does the torture, but instead of like, chopping off your own hand with a paring knife and getting to live, you chop it off and then still slowly get your head crushed between two beams being screwed closer and closer together. She kills Kerry for fuckall reason except she wants to (Kerry is a detective who did jack shit wrong—she was just on the case. It’s utter bullshit). Kidnaps her, straps a thing with hooks in her ribs that will tear out her rib cage when a timer runs out, and kill her that way, and had her hung up above the ground tied by chains, and tells her if she burns her hand up in a bottle of acid to get the key at the bottom which is hard period in the suit—never mind losing the hand—she can live. And Kerry fucking does, ruins her hand, unlocks the lock, and the suit won’t come off becuase the cunt rigged it. Then Amanda shows up to watch her die for fun just to smile smugly at her and watch her fear. Because she’s a fucking soulless, sadistic, evil, self-centered, self-important asshole.

Obsessed dad let’s a fucking bystander whose only crime was seeing a hit and run and running off freeze to death stripped naked and sprayed with water in a freezer slowly, saves a judge who gave too weak a sentence to the hit and run kid after the man begs, and then lets the poor fucking college kid who did it and already feels awful get his arms twisted till they snap off, legs twisted till the same, and then his head twisted around back so far it twist snap kills him. The rack is fucking beyond inhumane death. Amanda monitors this while threading Lynn (the poor doctor lady) for fun and crying over poow wittwe John who is dying of cancer (thank you god for doing what we couldn’t), and being miserable. Eventually, Hoffman sends her a letter saying if she doesn’t kill Lynn, he’ll tell John that she was one of the people there to steal drugs the night his wife got injured and miscarried (he probably already knew 🙄), and becuase Amanda cares about nothing more than Amanda, she fucking monolgauges at John about how special and sad she is how he needs to fix her and she’s a murderer but she doesn’t care because you know—she’s depressed : ( so she gets a pass for her self she’s UwU sad so her poor little crisis can have a massive torture body count bc she’s that special UwU and why is Lynn not gonna die even though she did her job!??? So unfair! No one changes kill them all but tell me I’m special I’m symapthetic because I’m sad and that makes it fun for me to tear people’s ribs out :’( —and then she fucking shoots Lynn becuase she cares less about an innocent woman’s life than the potential for John to be mad at her :’-( you know—such symapthetic stuff! And then John is like “Ok then fkn die :’(“ and Jeff/unstable dad/Lynn’s husband runs in and shoots her and then kills John.

Anyway! I fucking hate Amanda with a passion, and John. I cannot stand humans who hurt each other for fun, especially when they target those who most need help. But above all I cannot abide a person who is a sadistic, selfish, wholly self-absorbed fuck of a human, and refuses to take any responsibility for their actions or admit how fucking bad they are and has the goddamn nerve to act like a victim. Like if you’re going to be an evil son of a bitch, at least have the decency to admit it. If you’re a self-pitying “im uwu special and sad and better and more important than everyone else” —double points for “& becuase I am attractive I can get away with being a soulless shit without any being held accountable” from fandom or the media itself, tripple if from both—? I will kill you myself. I will rip out your eyes and chew on them. I will kill my self on a bomb to take you too. I will chew off my left arm for the sole purpose of getting to beat you to death with it. The wiki writer bends over back so bad they’re gonna need a brace the rest of their life to make her sound sympthetic, but they’re just a fan. She’s not. At all. She doesn’t have Stockholm, and I see people say “she got manipulated and used : (“ all the time, but without fail so far it’s people who think she’s hot and just want a reason to stan that because somehow a hot white woman with short hair even if canonically infatuated with John Kramer is somehow both a lesbian, and excusable for every horrible torture murder she ever did to feel uwu special in her depressed sad times. She wasn’t manipualated. It happened fast, she wasn’t courted into it, and she didn’t even hesitate to say yes. He offered her an out, made sure she was serious, and she stayed. And then she escalated to the point John took her out to stop her, because it was worse than what he wanted to do. I enjoyed her as a villain but as a person I fucking hate Amanda, and don’t really want to see her get another chance. Bastard doesn’t deserve one. I can’t say there’s no continuum in which she could never improve or be redeemed becuase who the fuck knows, and I like to think there’s a smidgen of hope for anyone, but that said, I do think the more evil you willfully do, the more you lose your humanity, and you can hit a point there’s just no person left. So. Anyway, hah, I don’t think she’s redeemable and frankly don’t want her redeemed. I want to burn her to death myself if I have to die that way too. Also! This was a wildly angry answer but none of it is directed at you. That wiki writer does make her sound symapthetic, I’ve read the wiki too—just I go into a blind rage any time John or Amanda is even mentioned and it takes me a half hour to come back down. I fly into a rage. If I ever go into anaphylactic shock, all a friend has to do is start mentioning the names of Saw villains and my adrenaline will start pumping like jet fuel and I’ll be fine. I just have a whole lot of righteously just rage at horrible awful self-righteous self-absorbed malicious manipulative dehumanizing self-pity bastards who take 0 responsibility for their evil or admit it, and Amanda & John are two at the way top of that rage list. It’s a dark but powerful headspace when I think of them. I become very powerful...but also very enraged. Lol, anyway, here’s the breakdown you didn’t need, but it is throrough!

#ask #Sleepy #anonymous #Saw #dead by daylight #Amanda Young #Saw 2 #Saw 3 #spoilers #side note! I have friends who /do/ love her as a character—I ain’t got beef with her existing or smth. or people who enjoy or love her #I like my fair share of horrible villains. I love Rafe from Uncharted 4 & he’s a certified piece of shit. #the only thing that gets me is people who try to be like ‘🥺 : ( but she’s a pwetty white woman w short hair which = lesbian /queen/! & makes #her exempt from all responsibility of torture murder. 💕💖 bc she’s so special and she was sad : ( I hc she dissociates so how can people not #love her if I pretend she doesn’t know what she’s done when canonically that’s not the case but I still think it? why do you not adhere to #my personal head canon making her sympthetic. : ( She’s pretty so she deserves 0 guilt or punishment. pwetty sad poor little baby girl : ( #needs love. TuT No badness ever wum? she isn’t responsible for her own actions what u mean an adult is responsible for their choices even if #sad?? :0 No. I don’t understand you can love terrible characters so I have to snap my back in half trying to pretend she did nothing wrong’ #because I have uhhhh seen it more than I wish despite my best efforts & im so goddamn tired :’) #sorry Sleepy this is like #one of my top 10 ‘I’m flyinn into a rage’ buttons I can’t help it I hear John or Amanda’s names & I see red #and can’t stop until the Justice and Judgement cards of life’s tarot deck are done punting me back and forth like a racquetball

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The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Chapter 93 - Interlopers

In a frozen landscape sat a desolate military base.

At its epicenter was a control room with countless soldiers and staff members madly at work.

While a cacophony of multiple voices in the form of several languages was chattering into the air.

In the far distance a bright light was shining through the frigid horizon.

And in the center of the room stood an imposing man in brown military garb.

His hair was light blond, and he sported a neatly trimmed goatee.

And his eyes were a harshly detached blue.

And last but not least, there was a large diagonal scar on his left cheek.

"Sir! The other squadrons are moving in!" A soldier called out from his work station as his commanding officer clenched his gloved fists over the metal railing.

"Capture Number One-Hundred and One. But no matter the cost, retrieve and detain Number Three." The colonel ordered in a cutthroat voice with his hardened eyes staring relentlessly ahead while his subordinates yelled out in affirmative.

All the while as a small venomous smile slowly found its way to his lips.

At long last she was within his grasp.

And this time…

'You will not escape me this time…Number Three.' Reynolds thought with a smirk upon his lips as he clutched the rails underneath his eager palms.

And after that is done, he will be ready to make his play.

Two weeks before Elle's arrival in the Fire Nation.

"She's the one Elle. Sayomi Saito." Naoki spoke in an unfeeling voice with her emotionless brown eyes staring obsessively back into her childhood friend's widened amber eyes.

"Sayomi…Saito…" Elle breathed in a taken aback voice while Naoki's machinelike brown eyes gazed hauntingly back into her soul.

"Yes. She is a young woman of great talent. They say that she is one of the first people discovered to possess gifted abilities. You may have heard of her." The scarlet-haired girl answered in a cold voice from where she sat against the balcony railing while the blonde numbly nodded her head.

"I…I have. Who hasn't?" The blonde-haired girl stated in a soft voice while the redhead's unnervingly sharp gaze still gazed back into her eyes.

"Their objective was to replicate her talent…they were trying to use us to create a successor to her legacy…to create supersoldiers like her and that man…Strados." Naoki explained in a chilling voice with her brown eyes staring back into Elle's overwhelmed amber gaze.

An unsettling moment of silence passed through the air as Elle sat there with her mouth ajar in uncertainty.

Before she swallowed the lump that was in her throat while she turned to peer back into her childhood friend's fixated gaze.

Just as a light breeze swept through the air while she nervously bit her lip.

"W-what…what are you going to do Naoki?" Elle questioned in a timid voice as she glanced upward when Naoki wordlessly stood up above her.

Only to find herself shivering once again when the supersoldier turned to glance back down at her with an utterly frozen stare.

"I am going to kill her, her family and everyone else that she cares about. Even her little daughter. And that man Strados as well." The scarlet-haired girl declared in a monstrous voice as she grasped onto the railing with her right fist.

While the younger girl sat in a speechless quiet with her amber eyes gazing up in a combination sympathy and horror.

Just before she jumped in fright when the redhead abruptly began to crush the wooden railing beneath her powerful fist.

While the prodigy's brown eyes stared ahead with an unnaturally merciless gleam permeating her gaze.

"How dare she…how dare he…how dare they impinge upon me." Naoki remarked with her eerie smile almost wavering from her emotionless lips while her childhood friend sat in a taken aback silence.

"Naoki…" The blonde-haired girl whispered in an emotional voice just as she flinched when the railing crumbled into splinters beneath the supersoldier's clenched fist.

"I am going to kill them all. Every single last one of them. I won't stop until every last nation involved is rendered into a pile of ruins." The scarlet-haired girl announced as her fist fell back to her hip while her friend's eyes were now agape in shock.

And then she turned to gaze back down into her companion's speechless amber eyes.

While Elle audibly gulped once more while she gazed in a horrified silence up into the older girl's heartless eyes.

"And then Elle…then the world will know the power of my will." Naoki concluded with her hair swaying lightly in the winds behind her.

While she gazed down into the younger girl's perturbed amber eyes.

And then she turned away without so much as saying another word.

All the while as Elle now slumped against the railing with her haunted amber eyes now gazing in disbelief at the wall in front of her.

It was in that moment that she truly understood that the redhead was travelling down a road that was not for her.

And that it was time for to flow on her own once more.

Back in the present in the Forgetful Valley.

The four highborn women were making their way into the forest while the princess once more gazed down at their young friend's back with an irate golden stare.

"We need to hurry and find Naoki before she does something horrible!" Elle exclaimed in a lovable voice as she hurried down the pathway while Azula rolled her haughty eyes behind her.

While Ty Lee offered her usual smile as she walked beside the sighing Mai.

All the while as Zoe silently made her way down the path with her hazel eyes coldly keeping watch in the event of an ambush.

"Please! The more soldiers that girl kills the less work there is for us to do." Azula snorted in a pompous voice with her arms crossed over her breasts while her cold eyes never left her pet's back.

"I'm not talking about the soldiers Azula-sama. The soldiers…I can understand. Even though I can't stand the thought of anyone dying. And I get…why she is after the architects behind the facility…it's the other stuff that she has planned that truly horrifies me." The blonde-haired girl commented in a softer voice while her highborn friends turned to her with taken aback looks in their eyes.

"What…is she going to do?" Mai asked in a hesitant voice with her tawny eyes gazing at the younger girl's back while Azula let out an annoyed grunt as she stomped ahead of her.

"I…I don't know the full details. But I do know that she has p-plans to indiscriminately wipe every country involved in her enslavement off the map." Elle admitted in a shaken voice while her four companions nearly tripped over a tree root in surprise.

"And…. you gave her water?" The princess inquired with another snort while her callous golden eyes stared down at her young girlfriend's reddening face.

Although she wouldn't say it aloud.

The girl's plans were proving to be far more involved than she would think a former slave would be capable of.

"W-well I realize that it may sound strange. But she…. she saved my life twice. And I thought that maybe…if someone showed her some kindness then maybe…she might see that there was another way." The blonde-haired girl admitted in a sheepish voice as she grasped at the straps of her backpack while her friends listened in a taken aback silence.

"Your heart was in the right place Elle." Ty Lee stated in a sisterly voice as she frowned as she walked behind her little sister while Azula rolled her eyes once more.

She wasn't certain if the small act of kindness would actually amount to anything. Most likely not.

But it wasn't like the girl was going to die if Elle hasn't given her water.

She could see the merit in Elle's point of view.

In that it didn't hurt to extend a helping hand to someone in need.

"I…can't just be silent while someone does something so barbaric to so many innocent people. I could never. It's…. wrong." Elle muttered in a distressed voice as she chewed on her lip while her highborn friends nearly froze in their tracks once more.

The three noblewomen stood in a speechless silence before they turned to gaze at the princess's unusually rattled countenance.

Azula could only gaze on with her cold golden eyes widening in a barely recognizable startled expression.

While the words that she spoke in the war meeting with her father just over a week before meeting the girl began to play out in her mind.

 I think you should take their precious hope and the rest of their land and burn it all to the ground.

Her ruthless golden eyes gazed down at the shorter girl with her crimson lips parting into a rare look of startlement.

Only to recover not even seconds later as she pursed her regal lips into a beautiful scowl.

'She is just a peasant…no matter how fond I may become of her that is what she will always be.' The princess thought with her lips in a thin line as she let out a prideful snort of azure fire from her nostrils.

That wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

That isn't to say that she didn't like Elle. The girl had more than earned her place by her side.

But there was only so much that you could expect a peasant to understand of the complexities of living as royalty.

But despite her best efforts to tell herself that the girl was lesser.

She couldn't help but find her lips creasing together in an even deeper frown as she gazed down at back of her serving girl's lovely blonde head.

And yet all the same.

She still found herself worrying what the girl would think of her if she were to hear of their war plans on Sozin's Comet.

Not to mention if Elle were to discover the existence of slavery in the Fire Nation.

Her teeth clenched in a displeased manner as she stomped behind her handmaid while she turned to scowl off at the nearest tree.

Only to find herself torn from her reverie by the sound of her love interest's gentle voice once more.

"And….and that's why I have to try. Even if I can only offer words. It's…. what my mother would do. And so, I will do the same." The blonde-haired girl spoke in a passionate voice with a smile returning to her lips while she turned to gaze up at her taken aback highborn friends.

"Ugh. Foolish peasant." Azula scoffed with another egotistical roll of her eyes while Mai gazed at her in annoyance.

"That's so Azula-sama. That's just the way that I flow." Elle stated in a bashful voice as she padded ahead of the older girl while Azula gazed back at her with cold golden eyes.

"Aww. Don't be like that Azula. I think it's very sweet of Elle. Her aura is very pink." The brown-haired woman remarked in a supportive voice with wide smile while she patted smiling little sister's shoulder while the princess let out another snide snort.

"Honestly! Poor people and their peasant trifles." The princess huffed with a haughty smirk on her lips as she planted her fists on her womanly hips while her childhood friends gazed on in exasperation.

"You are such a self-absorbed ass Azula." Mai commented in her usual gloomy voice while Azula turned to cast a foul glare her way.

"A wise proverb once said that true wealth is not measured by how much money you have. But rather by the wealth of your heart. And my heart holds all the wealth that I need." The blonde-haired girl quipped in a lovable voice while her princess rolled her beautiful golden eyes once more.

And the other three women listened with fondness in their eyes.

"Well then. If that is the case then I will just stop paying you since you are already 'rich' at heart." Azula commented in a conceited voice with a smirk pulling upon her crimson lips while her young girlfriend pouted alongside her.

While she allowed her servant to walk closely beside her as they made their way through the thick trees.

And the two noblewomen gazed at the two in amusement while they resumed walking down the valley path.

Before the captain came to a stop with her hand bracing upon a tree trunk while the others paused behind her as they listened carefully for any indication of the enemy.

All the while as they heard the sounds of distant wildlife calls from the vast forest all around them.

While the four highborn women exchanged a careful look with one another.

Only for Elle's amber eyes to grow wide as she listened attentively with her lips ajar in alarm just before she rounded about to gaze urgently back into her friend's confused eyes.

"Everyone get down!" Elle called out in a panic as she leaped upon Azula's surprised armored back while she tackled the taller woman to the ground.

And without even giving it any though the group crouched down in alarm.

And not a second afterward the bark on the large tree that they were hiding behind exploded with splinters of wood soaring into the air.

Just as the captain swiftly dropped even lower with her hazel eyes now gazing over her shoulder in astonishment.

While the other three highborn women gazed on with widened eyes after seeing the noblewoman nearly get shot in the head.

"What…. was that Elle?" Zoe questioned in a taken aback voice as she knelt with her hazel eyes gazing back at the girl's alarmed face.

"I-I think that was a sniper rifle." The blonde-haired girl stammered in a shaken voice as she sat beside her much taller girlfriend while the princess gazed over her shoulder in unmistakable intrigue.

Azula's brilliant golden eyes now gleamed with recognition as she recalled witnessing that man Strados and the girl's brother use similar weapons earlier in her servant's memory world.

Before she shared a momentary look with her captain while the other woman stoically nodded as they turned back to their young friend's easily frightened face.

"A sniper rifle? Tell me all that you know about these machines servant." The princess commanded in a cold voice as she sat with her back against the trunk while her timid girlfriend quivered adorably below her.

While the unnerved Mai and Ty Lee squatted beside them while their eyes remained widened over the lethality of foreign weaponry.

"I…I don't know much Azula-sama. To make up for the lack of bending many hundreds of years ago people invented gunpowder which led to the invention of guns. Which fire high velocity projectiles faster than the typical human can react." Elle explained in a pant while her friends gazed back at her in an amazed silence.

"Gunpowder…" The markswoman trailed off in a curious voice with her tawny eyes gazing at her little sister's skittish face.

While Azula still sat with her golden eyes agape in interest as her gaze flashed with a power-hungry gleam once more.

"T-that's right oneesan. And we need to be very careful. Because a sniper rifle can fire from the other side of the forest." The blonde-haired girl spoke in a frantic undertone while she gazed fretfully back at her highborn friends stunned faces.

"From…. the other side of the forest Elle?" Ty Lee inquired in a startled voice with her brown-gray eyes agape in shock.

"Y-yeah. I mean I'm no expert but one wrong move and even the strongest bender will be bleeding from a hole in the skull." Elle informed in a worried voice while Azula's golden eyes flashed in callous fascination.

"What a fascinating machine. But I presume that they are defenseless once we close the distance?" Azula purred with her possessive eyes peering down at her pet's lovely face while held a contemplative finger under her chin.

"It doesn't seem that is going to be a simple matter." The captain commented in a stoic voice while she ducked down when another bullet tore through the tree trunk.

While the team gazed over their shoulders with cautious eyes as they listened attentively to the faint sound of rustling bushes in the far distance.

"I…didn't want to tell you all this Azula-sama because I know that you are so proud of your nation. And….and you have every right to be. But the war machines of my world…and the technology back home is…more advanced than that of the Fire Nation." The blonde-haired girl announced in a quietly hesitant voice while the four highborn women gazed back at her in a floored silence.

And then a moment of unsettling silence passed over them while the princess's imposing eyes lost their amused gleam.

And now in its place was a sense of boiling anger as she now glared down at her quivering serving girl's intimidated face.

"More advanced you say?" The princess nearly snarled out with the flames of war kindling in her terrifying eyes while her admirer shook under her glare.

"T-the majority of the world stopped using swords and spears with the advent of guns. Naoki is an exception…but that's only because she's a supersoldier much like you and Zoe both. I am sorry Azula-sama but it's the t-truth." Elle stammered in a gulp while Azula stared down at her with dominant golden eyes that made sweat drip down her cheek.

"Are you calling my army primitive Elle?" Azula demanded with the back of her head against the tree while she ground her teeth together.

All the while as another bullet pierced the tree above as the others listened with taken aback eyes.

"N-no I'm not. I am just trying to tell you that you are at a severe disadvantage at long range. And I just don't want anyone to get hurt." The blonde-haired girl assured in a mousy voice while her princess scowled from where she knelt over her.

"You shouldn't get mad at Elle for answering your questions Azula. You're the one who asked." Mai stated in her deadpan voice while Azula regarded her with a cold glare through the corner of her eye.

"We'll see who is at a disadvantage servant. And then you will learn what happens to those who doubt my strength!" The princess snapped as she jabbed a domineering finger in her trembling girlfriend's face while the noblewomen sighed heavily.

"I-I don't doubt your strength Azula-sama." Elle whimpered as her master's tall body sat above her while Azula's strict eyes sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"You better not peasant. Because I won't hesitate to punish you if you do." Azula growled out in a forceful voice with her armored form looming over her dainty girlfriend while Elle trembled against her side.

"I…am just saying that there are advantages to your soldiers not being able to bend." The blonde-haired girl replied as she fearfully kept her head low while her highborn friends rose their brows in curiosity.

"Really? And how is that?" The princess taunted with mocking laughter lacing her derisive voice while her golden eyes glared into the tree canopy above.

"W-well strong bending is based on genetics, right?" Elle asked in turn in a hushed voice while Azula rose an elegant brow from where she sat above her.

"Obviously Elle." Azula stated in a pompous voice yet she found herself gazing down at her serving girl in grudging curiosity all the same.

"Just think about it. They don't have to spend their time searching for people with a unique genetic ability. Instead they can simply find thousands of people like Mai that have keen eyesight…put a rifle in their hands and you have a deadly nonbender army." The blonde-haired girl remarked in a hastened voice while her friends gazed at her with understanding flashing in their eyes.

Mai gazed on with amazed tawny eyes while she mulled over the younger girl's words.

While the princess stared on with her ice-cold golden eyes once more taking on a fascinated look.

Before she turned gaze back at Zoe's composed face while the other woman stonily nodded her head.

"I see. So, your people have quite the efficient nonbending war machine." The princess commented in a callous voice with her glacial eyes already spying a strip of cover.

"If you can get closer, I am sure that you will have the advantage in close combat…but at a distance a gunman will always have the upper hand." Elle concluded in a timid voice while her highborn friends nodded their heads.

"We should listen to Elle. And proceed with caution." Zoe declared in a contemplative voice as she held one hand on the tree base while Azula's cold eyes gazed her way.

"P-please just be careful friends. I can't bear the thought of losing any of you." The blonde-haired girl mumbled in an apprehensive voice while the four older girls gazed at her with a flash of moved emotion in their eyes.

"Your council has been heard servant." Azula replied in a smooth voice with her cold eyes gazing down into her serving girl's brightening amber eyes.

Before any of them could say anything further another silenced bullet fired over their crouched heads.

Just as the two firebenders each launched a blast of flame over their shoulders in an effort to create a layer of cover.

And then Team Azula expertly sprang out from behind the trunk.

While Elle squeaked in surprise when Azula firmly seized her by the wrist before the woman unceremoniously threw her onto her armored back.

All the while as she let out a soft gasp while the mighty princess bolted out from behind her cover and quickly sprinted to new cover.

And despite their circumstances the acrobat found herself unable to resist smiling as she watched the princess sprint with the petite girl on her back.

While wood continued to splinter all around them as the highborn women rolled to a crouch behind a large boulder with their alert eyes rapidly scanning their surrounding area.

"A-Azula-sama." Elle stammered in a voice of limitless hero worship as she gratefully held onto her master's neck.

As she shivered pleasantly when she heard the woman release a low growl.

"These weapons…I want them. You will assist me in obtaining them." The princess spoke in a ruthless voice with her girlfriend's delicate hands wrapped around her neck.

While her two lifelong friends soon found themselves shuddering after they caught the gluttonous gleam in the princess's power-hungry eyes.

"I…I don't know how to do that. Naoki would know more about that than me." The blonde-haired girl answered in a loyal voice with her arms holding on tightly while her princess gracefully darted out once more.

All the while as she gulped as her master hurled balls of blue fire over her shoulders to create another burning layer of cover.

"Then you will obtain me Naoki. Is that understood servant?" Azula commanded in a controlling voice with her cold eyes gazing imperiously ahead while her handmaiden clung to her back.

"Yes Azula-sama. As you say." Elle agreed in a sweet voice as she hung onto her girlfriend's tall back while Azula's beautiful lips twitched into the barest hint of a pleased smile.

"The enemy fire seems to be coming from that way princess." The captain stated as she dropped down alongside her leader while the princess turned to follow her line of sight.

While they both gazed on with narrowed eyes into the far end of the dense forest in the direction of several cliffs.

Only for all of them to find themselves spinning their heads to the right when scream rang out into the valley air.

All the while as the ominous light continued to glow through the distant tree line.

Which was followed closely by the sound of a human body falling to the forest floor.

"I-it looks like Naoki is at it again." The blonde-haired girl muttered from her position on her master's back while the princess rose an elegant brow.

While the sounds of more gunfire went off in the deep forest as the team listened attentively.

"Then again. It would seem as if our young friend is already taking care of it." Zoe remarked in a nonchalant voice as she turned to face her monarch while Azula smirked in approval.

"How convenient. She's already serving me. She just doesn't know it yet." The princess purred in a haughty voice with her crimson lips now adorning a gratified smirk.

"Or she's more than likely just fulfilling her own vendetta." The markswoman said in a dry undertone while the princess turned to cast her a lazy glare.

"I suppose we should just follow her then? Right Azula?" The brown-haired woman pondered as she turned to her leader while the princess nodded her head.

"I should think that is obvious Ty Lee." Azula remarked in her usual pompous fashion as she bent over to allow her girlfriend to slide off her back.

And then the teenager slid off onto the ground.

Before the serving girl found herself smiling shyly when her master turned to stare down at her with her stern golden eyes.

"You stay behind me. Understand servant?" The princess commanded in a highly assertive voice with her regal lips pursed into a tight scowl while her servant rapidly nodded her little head.

Only for her pleased smile to nearly return when the girl speedily bowed at the hip.

"As my princess commands!" Elle chirped as she bounced from her bow while Azula graced her with a beautiful smile.

Just as she found herself yelping adorably when an annoyed hand pulled her up by the back of her shirt.

"Shorty. You can grovel to Azula when we aren't under enemy fire." Mai commented in monotone with a sigh escaping her lips while Elle turned around to smile up at her.

While Ty Lee giggled as she walked alongside them.

And the captain wordlessly pushed forward while she scanned the trees for further snipers.

"The last thing I need is for someone to put another hole in your feeble body." Azula snorted in a hubristic voice as she stomped ahead while her serving girl followed after her footfalls like a lost puppy.

While both of her childhood cast her exasperated stares.

"T-that's my princess right. She's a dream come true." The blonde-haired girl swooned with a hand on her fair cheek while big sister's sighed as they followed after her.

And her princess almost seemed to swell in height with a gratified smirk adorning her full lips.

"Of course, I am. I am a goddess after all." The princess huffed as she arrogantly studied her fingernails on her clenched fist while her young girlfriend's amber eyes sparkled in adoration.

While her two noble friends rolled their eyes outside of her line of vision.

"It seems as if the enemy fire has gone oddly quiet. Did she really get them all?" Ty Lee pondered in a confused voice as she glanced around her.

While the princess held a contemplative fingernail underneath her chin.

'I have to find a way to recruit this girl into my service. But how?' Azula thought with her callous eyes gazing ahead while she mulled over the matter.

"It doesn't surprise me. I mean…this is pretty much what they intended for her to do. They wanted a supersoldier capable of devasting a foreign war front." Elle stated in a soft voice as she held onto the straps of her bag while her highborn friends listened in rising fascination.

"And now that she is free. It doesn't seem like they are able to reign her in." The markswoman muttered in a piqued voice as she made her way behind her adopted sister.

"Well…and unlike us. She is trained in dispatching gunmen. And…I suspect that she took them down while their attention was focused on us." The blonde-haired girl concluded in a quiet voice while her companions gazed ahead in understanding.

"Please. I am more than capable of doing the same." The princess spoke in an arrogant voice as she strode through the vast trees with her cold eyes gazing ahead.

Only to find herself pausing in her tracks when she heard her captain call out to her from ahead.

"Princess! I found one of them!" The captain shouted from beyond a tree while the four rushed after her.

Just before the group emerged from the foliage with their widened eyes gazing down at the body of a slain female soldier.

The soldier lay slumped against the base of a rock while her lifeless eyes gazed back at them from underneath her broken helmet.

While Elle stood behind her friends as she gazed down at the woman's deceased face with saddened amber eyes.

"She's…. definitely dead." The brown-haired woman commented in an uncomfortable voice as she grimaced while gazing down at the lifeless soldier.

"How disappointing. I was hoping to catch one living." Azula remarked in a cruel voice with her arms folded over her armored bosom.

While she glared mercilessly down at the bloodied soldier with pitiless golden eyes.

All the while as the captain squatted over the fallen soldier with her hazel eyes gazing down at the woman's weapons in fascination.

"Such intriguing weaponry." Zoe stated as she took hold of the discarded rifle while she studied it from all angles.

While the princess bent over to scrutinize the gun with her callous golden eyes peering down over her captain's shoulder in grudging interest.

And even the markswoman and the acrobat found themselves unable to resist leaning down to inspect the weapon.

Only for their combined attention to be regained by their young friend's sensitive voice.

"It…doesn't matter what technology we develop. We'll always be a barbaric species…waging war and killing each other over trivial differences. What a waste of life." Elle mumbled in a somber voice with her sorrowful eyes staring downward while her four friends froze up in a taken aback silence.

And then she turned away with her hair shadowing her eyes.

While Azula gazed on through the corner of her cold eye with her crimson lips in a momentary expression of uncharacteristic emotion.

"Come on kid. You shouldn't be looking at something like this. You have already got enough on your mind." Mai declared in a thawed voice as she placed a sympathetic hand on the younger girl's shoulder while Ty Lee nodded in solemn agreement.

'Sentimental peasant.' The princess thought with her cold eyes glaring down at the slain woman.

Just before she let out an irate sigh as she shook her head.

But even so…

No other lover would do for her.

Only this little peasant was worthy of lying beside her in her royal chamber.

"Princess…check this out." The captain stated in a bewildered voice while the royal woman turned back to gaze down at her with curious golden eyes.

While the princess's golden eyes grew wider in returning wrath when she found herself staring down at a photograph of her servant.

All the while as Zoe stared down with her hazel eyes agape in wonderment as she studied the photo in poorly concealed awe.

It was a photo of Elle confined to a holding cell with a foreign classification that stated as follows.

 Subject Number 101.

"What…what is this? It's so…lifelike." Zoe breathed in an absorbed voice with her fingers grasping at the photograph while Azula pursed her lips into a protective snarl.

"Elle says that it is a photograph. It is a peasant invention from her homeland that captures an image of a moment frozen in time." Azula answered in a cold voice as she stood back up with her golden eyes staring frigidly down at the woman once more.

And just like that.

Any small shred of pity that her serving girl's words could have invoked in her was swiftly squashed.

"A photograph...of Elle." The captain trailed in an unusually fixated voice as her monarch seized the item out from between her fingers.

Before her hazel eyes took careful note of a second photo protruding from the fallen soldier's breast pocket.

Just before she reached forward to grasp it to hold it up before her astonished face.

It was an image of the scarlet-haired girl in detainment.

And once more its label was in a foreign language.

 Subject Number Three.

The princess gazed down with her golden eyes flashing in growing interest in the redhead while she exchanged a look with the older firebender.

Before the two turned their heads when they heard their young friend hesitantly stepping back around to face them.

"A photograph of me?" The blonde-haired girl inquired in an uncertain voice with the two noblewomen following her line of sight.

That was when her amber eyes caught sight of the photograph clutched in her princess's fist.

Before her widened eyes turned to the photograph of the redhead in the warrior's palm.

While Mai and Ty Lee's eyes also grew wider after taking notice of the photographs of the two girls.

And not a second later the photograph of Elle in custody went up in azure flames while the princess turned her rigid eyes back to her shaken serving girl.

"It's nothing for you to worry your little mind over." The princess spoke in a possessive voice as she marched back to her shaking girlfriend's side.

"We should keep moving." Zoe remarked after regaining her composure as she stood up with the rifle still in hand while her comrades nodded their heads.

Only for all four of them to turn to their young friend in concern when they noticed the way that the girl's eyes had wide in alarm.

"I-it's me and Naoki that they are after…but not only that..." Elle stated in a distraught voice as she swallowed the lump that was in her throat while she gazed at the dead soldier with widened amber eyes.

Just before she spun around to gaze back into her princess's perceptive golden eyes while the older girl met her stare.

"This is a military operation to capture resources from an untapped new land!" The blonde-haired girl exclaimed in a fretful voice as she stepped up to gaze up into her master's seething golden eyes.

While the four highborn women gazed at one another with a newfound alertness in their widened eyes.

"Capture resources…from my kingdom." Azula hissed with her teeth ground together in her boiling fury while her burning fists balled up at her womanly hips.

'They have some nerve to try to take what belongs to the Princess of the Fire Nation!' The princess thought with blue fire snorting forth from her angry nostrils.

Before she turned her possessive eyes back to her pet's lovely face while she spewed fire from her pursed lips.

This transgression will not go unpunished.

And that was a promise made in fire and blood.

The five girls gazed back into each other's eyes while they dwelled over the intentions of the invading military force.

But before any of them could get a chance to speak another word.

They were torn from their reverie when they all felt an instantaneous change in the air.

Just as they spun around to find their eyes growing even wider when the forest started to grow dark all around them.

"A-Azula…what's…happening?" Ty Lee called out in a frightened voice as she backed up beside her scowling friend while Azula glared about with cold golden eyes.

"The rock…look at it…it's a face." Mai informed in a stunned voice as she gazed at the rock that the dead soldier sat against with widened tawny eyes.

The others followed her gaze until their eyes grew wider when they saw the face marking that now adorned the previously unmarked stone surface.

"It's…just like we saw when we entered the forest." The captain commented in a taken aback voice as she gazed on with marveled hazel eyes.

Just before she turned around with her eyes widening marginally when she noticed ominous facial markings appearing on the trees that surrounded them.

"Is…this a spirit of some kind?" Azula demanded in an unintimidated voice with her cold eyes glaring about while her young girlfriend scurried to her side.

"T-the animals Azula-sama." Elle stammered as she pointed upward while Azula followed her finger.

Only for the princess's eyes to flicker in surprise when she saw that many wildlife creatures were now glaring down at them with glowing eyes.

And upon all of their backs were facial markings as well!

"It seems so. And if I had to guess I would say that our presence angers it." Zoe spoke in a stoic voice with her hand falling to the hilt of her sword.

"Show yourself! If you think this little show is enough to frighten the likes of Princess Azula then you can think again!" The princess bellowed with her clenched fists still burning in blue fire while her timid girlfriend backed up against her.

While her two childhood friends visibly flinched as they gazed at her in reproach.

Only for a disembodied voice to call out at them from every direction while the team gazed up in alarm.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" The ghostly voice commanded from every direction while the five girls listened in bewilderment.

All the while as the incorporeal voice continued to repeat the order with even more anger than the time it was spoken before.

"P-Princess." The blonde-haired girl stuttered just as she was yanked forward by the princess's possessive hand.

"Do not deviate from my side peasant!" Azula ordered in a voice of absolute authority while her servant girl fearfully nodded her head.

"Y-yes Azula-sama." Elle agreed in a shaken voice as she hid beside the older woman's much taller frame.

While Azula glared up with unyielding golden eyes as her fists lit up with azure flames.

All while the voice continued to grow louder and louder.

While the four wary highborn women and their frightened handmaid backed up into a defensive circle.

"I said get out!" The phantom voice roared from all around the speechless females.

There was a moment of silence before the princess broke it with an arrogant scoff.

"No." The princess sneered in a voice of limitless arrogance while a defiant smirk found its way to her beautiful lips.

What followed after that was another unsettling moment of quiet with a tension so thick that you could cut it with a sword.

And then not a moment after that.

All of the spirit creatures sprang from their perches with their teeth bared and their eyes aglow.

While the team sunk into their respective combat stances.

And then not even seconds later the spirit animals besieged the cornered group from all sides.

And soon enough the shouts of Team Azula rang out into the eerie forest as they fended off the possessed animals one by one.

"There's so many of them!" Mai shouted in an irate voice as Azula clenched her jaw line with her burning fists poised to ruthlessly strike down a forest creature.

Only for the princess's cold eyes to twitch in aggravation when delicate arms pulled on her bicep in protest.

"N-no! Please don't hurt the forest creatures Azula-sama!" Elle cried out in a gentle voice as she pulled on the older girl's sleeve while Azula's imposing eyes now glared down at her.

"Oh, I'll do more than hurt them. I'll barbecue the little dears for dinner." Azula snapped with her lips forming a beautiful glower while she yanked back on her sleeve.

While her golden eyes glanced down in annoyance into emotional amber eyes.

"B-but the forest animals princess." The blonde-haired girl pleaded in a distraught voice while the acrobat smiled from over her shoulder.

"Ugh! This is really pathetic Elle! I hope you know that." The princess snarled with unbridled aggravation in her callous eyes.

"S-sumimasen." Elle stuttered with a twinge of pink to her cheeks while Azula let out a pompous scoff over her.

And then not a moment later the flame in the princess's fist burned out while the monarch's lips pursed into an angered scowl.

Before she swatted away a winged animal with her fist.

While the serving girl smiled in gratitude at her master's tall armored back.

And both the captain and the markswoman sighed quietly before they struck at the possessed animals with restrained force.

"She's such a little sweetie Azula." Ty Lee commented with a grin as she swiftly chi blocked the wild animals while Azula rolled her eyes over her shoulder.

"I said leave!" The ghostly voice yelled out with great anger while the team gazed about the darkening forest with taken aback eyes.

Only for the mighty princess to release another conceited scoff while she rolled her golden eyes.

"And I said no. I have business here spirit. Now I suggest you get out of my way. I have more important matters to attend to than dealing with…whatever it is that you are." Azula spoke in an unbelievably smug voice with a smirk on her lips while her childhood friends sighed heavily behind her.

"What Azula-sama means to say is that we mean no harm and we come in peace!" The blonde-haired girl chirped from beside the much taller princess while the older girl rolled her eyes once again.

"What she said!" The brown-haired woman exclaimed in a cheery voice while the teenager beamed up at her.

While the spirit creatures continued to drop down with their eyes aglow as the four highborn women dispatched them one after another.

A plethora of unconscious animals now lay on the ground before them.

All the while as the princess turned to glare down at her servant in annoyance while the younger girl smiled gratefully up at her.

"A-arigatou gozaimasu Azula-sama." Elle stammered in a lovable voice as she touched her hand to the older girl's robed arm while Azula scoffed over her.

Before Azula turned her cold eyes away to glare at the nearest tree.

While she tried to squash the tiny blush that was growing on her cheeks when the teenager shyly took hold of her arm.

Only to find herself torn from her thoughts when she heard something large step onto the ground behind her.

And then the entire team turned around to face what was behind them only for their eyes to grow wide in surprise to find themselves standing in a tall shadow.

Standing over them was an enormous blue wolf with the same bizarre markings upon its white fur covered chest!

The beast snarled with its imposing fangs bared while the taken aback group took a cautious step backwards.

"That's…a big wolf." The markswoman said in a wary voice as her boot slid backward while the acrobat wisely did the same.

"It…must be some kind of spirit wolf." Zoe stated with her hazel eyes gazing up in amazement while she held out her katana in a defensive stance.

"I don't care what it is. I'll destroy it!" The princess spoke with her frigid golden eyes glaring up at the growling spirit while her fists lit up in blue fire.

"Hello! My name is Elle! What's your name!" The blonde-haired girl greeted in a sweet voice as she took a step towards the giant wolf while her four companions gazed on in unease.

"Elle! Stay away from that filthy beast!" Azula barked in an overbearing voice as she stomped forward to pull her girlfriend back.

"Elle…it might be best if you listen to Azula. That wolf looks really dangerous." Ty Lee remarked in a worried voice while gazed up at the large wolf with wary brown-gray eyes.

"Aren't you a beautiful wolf! Eeep!" Elle squeaked as she cried out in surprise when a giant paw swiped over her head.

Before the young girl tumbled to the ground on her backside while she gulped as she gazed up at the massive wolf's saliva coated fangs.

And that was all it took for her four friends to spring to her defense.

Within seconds the princess and the captain were already standing over the downed handmaid.

While the spirit wolf's paw slammed into the ground with rocks exploding in all directions.

All the while as the markswoman and the acrobat quickly jumped backwards to avoid the animal's swing.

"Foolish peasant. I told you to stay back." The princess snorted in a cold voice as she glared over her shoulder at her serving girl's reddened face.

And then the wolf spirit lunged towards them with its red eyes narrowing in anger.

Only for a vast wall of blue fire to arise forth from the earth while the others covered their faces from the intensity of the heat.

While the powerful princess stood behind her veil of flames with her imposing golden eyes staring hard up at the wolf's snarling teeth.

Just before the large wolf took all of them by surprise when it opened its mouth wide as it began to inhale the blue flames!

While the princess's golden eyes grew wide in disbelief as she watched the wolf spirit swallow her flames whole.

All the while as the team stared on in shock as the wolf gulped down the flames that was followed up shortly by an unceremonious burp of smoke.

"It…ate your flames princess." The captain stated in a stunned voice with her hazel eyes blinking in curiosity while her ruler scowled beside her.

"I can see that Zoe!" Azula snapped with her callous eyes narrowing up at the wolf spirit as it forced its way through her eroding wall of fire.

And then the entire team tensed up as the wolf spirit lunged through the blue fire with its fangs bared as it glared down at the serving girl's intimidated face.

Before it finally sprung at the teenager with its clawed paw poised to attack.

While the two firebenders hardened their eyes into a cold stare as they stood protectively over their young friend.

And then just before the wolf spirit could even complete its strike.

The four highborn women spun around with their eyes agape in surprise when a faint light flashed outside of the corridor of their vision.

And then the wolf spirit immediately froze in its tracks.

All the while as they now turned to gaze back at the young girl in astonishment.

Only for their eyes to widen when they saw that their friend was laying on the ground with her aura dimly aglow once more.

"I-it…activated again…" The blonde-haired girl stammered in a perplexed voice as she gazed down at her palms with awestruck amber eyes.

While her four friends stood around her with their jaws ajar in surprise.

Before they turned back to the spirit wolf only for their amazement to grow even greater when they saw that the animal seemed hesitant to resume its attack.

"Just…like back in Yoko's dungeon." Mai muttered in a stunned voice as she stood behind her little sister with her tawny eyes gazing down at the girl in fascination.

Just as the creature took one step back while the group gazed on between the young girl and the spirit in marvelment.

"Incredible…it seems that the spirit is afraid to approach Elle now that her power is in activation." Zoe commented in a taken aback voice while her sword fell back to her hip.

While Azula gazed down with uncharacteristic surprise in her cold golden eyes at her serving girl's confused face.

All the while as the old sage's words replayed in her mind once more.

 The spirits have become alarmed ever since you tapped into your dormant chi. Your power frightens them.

"The spirits are afraid…of my tiger monkey." The princess spoke with her beautiful lips already curving back into another pleased smile.

"Way to go little sister! You're learning how to use it!" The brown-haired woman cheered as she bent down to pat the seated girl's shoulder while the teenager flushed in embarrassment.

"But…how do I turn it off…" Elle trailed off in a confused voice as she chewed on her lip while she glanced up at the wolf as it backed away.

Just as the sound of Azula laughing roaringly broke into the air as they turned to gaze in puzzlement at the royal woman's amused countenance.

While the princess stood with her hands over her armored stomach as she ruptured into belly shaking laughter.

"Splendid! You should fear us! Because together she and I are going to conquer this planet!" Azula called out in a sadistic voice with a cruel smile pulling at her crimson lips while her childhood friends shivered behind her.

While the handmaiden sat peering up at her master's tall back with adorably infatuated amber eyes.

And then not even seconds after the smiling princess swiftly sprang forward as she directed a vast stream of blue flames at the wolf spirit's startled face.

Just as the animal opened its mouth to consume them once more while the monarch continued her calculated assault.

Only for a hint of white embers to appear in the midst of the burning azure fire while the group gazed on in awe.

Before the wolf spirit's eyes widened in surprise as began to lap at its lips in alarm when the heat began to get too intense for its liking.

All the while as Azula's red lips twitched into a pleased smirk.

And then the wolf jumped back in startlement while the team stared at their leader in amazement.

"As I suspected…so there is a limit to how much of my fire you can eat in one sitting." The princess purred with a haughty smile upon her lips while she slid one boot back along the ground.

And then she swiftly began to generate her lightning with two fingers from both palms held together.

While the noblewomen and the handmaiden gazed on from behind her in wonderment.

"Well then…how about this for dessert!" Azula shouted in a prideful voice with a ball of lightning churning in between fingertips.

Just before she pursed her lips into a regal snarl as she threw the ball of lightning at the startled wolf spirit.

Only for the creature to abruptly turn tail and run away!

All the while as the princess stood proudly smirking with her smoking hands lowering to her womanly hips.

While her companions gazed on speechless beside her.

"T-that was amazing Azula-sama! You chased it off!" The blonde-haired girl cried out in admiration while she gazed on with hearts in her eyes at her master's smugly smirking face.

"Humph. Of course, I did." Azula huffed as she arrogantly flicked her bangs as she posed with her left hand on her shapely hip.

"Yes. Well done princess. Your power is truly something to behold." The captain stated as she sheathed her blade.

While she glanced around with observant hazel eyes to note that the darkness was now vanishing from the forest.

All the while as light shined through the dense trees once more as the taken aback group watched the glowing eyed spirit creatures retreat into the tree canopy above.

Just as the disembodied voice floated through the breeze and into their ears for a final time.

"Leave this forest…. spirit slayer." The phantom voice ordered as it faded away while the teenager girl swallowed as she gazed on with a twinge of hurt in her innocent eyes.

While the four highborn women turned to gaze back at their young servant in fascination once more.

"S-spirit slayer? I-I'm a spirit killer?" Elle questioned with sadness in her sensitive voice while her shaken hands grasped at the grass below her.

It was a stunning question that the entire team was pondering.

"It's okay Elle. Everyone here knows that you're not a killer." Ty Lee assured in a gentle voice as she knelt behind her upset little sister.

While the young girl gazed off into the distance with uncertainty in her amber eyes.

"I…hope not oneesan. I really do." The blonde-haired girl mumbled in a bothered voice while the acrobat held a supportive hand to her shoulder.

Only for the sound of the princess's delighted laughter to flow into the air once more while they all turned to gaze at Azula's violently smiling face.

"This is just as it was meant to be! Fear me! And fear my servant! For together we are the strongest couple in this entire world! And soon I shall take my rightful place as the goddess of all life! And then I will dominate this Earth!" The princess announced in a maddened voice with a deranged smile adorning her lips while she held out her fists at her hips.

And then the entire forest momentarily turned so quiet they you could almost hear the sound of crickets chirping in the background.

While the three noblewomen sweatdropped as they gazed back at one another.

All the while as their leader stood proudly with a maniacal grin adorning her beautiful lips.

"H-Her Highness just said that w-we're a couple." Elle stuttered with a hand on her dainty cheek while she once more found herself lost in Azula's overpowering golden eyes.

"So, I did peasant." Azula spoke in a refined voice with a regal smile upon her crimson lips while she observed her serving girl swoon adorably under her gaze.

"O-ooh my beautiful princess charming." The blonde-haired girl gushed in a lovesick voice as she stood up with a blush on her lovely cheeks while her princess smirked back at her.

"There is nothing that can stop us now Elle. Our victory is imminent!" The princess boasted in a smug voice with her fist clenched before her smirking face while her young girlfriend smiled up at her.

While the two noblewomen stood up as they shook their heads in exasperation.

All the while as the captain stood unfazed with a flicker of amusement in her hazel eyes.

"It is probably best for us to continue our survey on the enemy princess. You can always boast your heart out to Elle another day." Zoe commented wryly as she resumed her walk while Azula rounded to cast her a moody glare.

"Watch your tongue Zoe. Only I may give the orders in this expedition." Azula scoffed in a snobbish voice with a hand on her hip while her noble friends just sighed as they followed after her.

While her serving girl trotted beside her with her amber eyes once more gazing up at her in adoration.

Still…the encounter with that wolf spirit was curious to say the least.

It was almost as if the spirit had come for the sole purpose of testing Elle's ability.

Only to flee when it did not like what it found.

'And now that something belongs to me and me alone.' The princess thought with her lovely lips entrenched into a graceful smirk while she gazed down at her pretty pet with possessive golden eyes.

'Is my power…really meant to kill spirits?' Elle thought with a frown on her lips while her amber eyes gazed away in contemplation.

If so. Then that would be wrong…wouldn't it?

 No living being has the right to take the life of another.

Her hands grasped at the straps of her backpack while she tried to avoid letting her discomfort show.

She could tell that her princess was greatly pleased with this new development.

And the last thing she wanted was to disappoint her master.

And not even a second later she was torn from her reverie by the sound of a guttural shout while she gazed up with a distressed look in her eyes.

While her highborn friends glanced in the direction of the distant portal light with alert eyes.

"I guess we're going that way." Mai stated in a deadpan voice with a grimace adorning her features while Ty Lee suppressed a shudder beside her.

"Indeed. And it would seem that we are not the only ones who have drawn the ire of the spirits." The captain spoke as her hazel eyes gazed through the tree canopy while another eerie breeze blew through the air.

"Whatever. Let's just track down that girl already. Elle, come." Azula commanded in a spoiled voice with a snap of her fingers while her childhood friends stared at her in disapproval.

Only for her lips to curve into a smug smirk when she heard the sound of the young girl eagerly rushing after her heels.

"Yes Azula-sama!" The blonde-haired girl cried out in a devoted voice while the older girl sauntered ahead of her with a confident smirk on her lips.

While she once more found her eyes drawn to the princess's swaying hips as she audibly swallowed down her apprehension.

A detail that hadn't escaped Azula's notice.

All the while as the three noblewomen watched wordlessly as the peasant girl scampered after the princess.

Before the two vanished into the brush while Mai let out another annoyed sigh.

And then they soon found themselves following all the same.

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Destroyed - Chapter One (Chris X OC)

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence, language, drama, angst

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What happens if Chris survived the bank robbery?

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Five Years Later

The sun beat heavy on his bare shoulders, the skin pulling slightly with the beginnings of a sunburn. Chris tightened the final bolt then straightened, ducking out from under the reach of the truck’s hood, stretching his spine with a groan as he dropped the wrench with a clatter in with its mates then pulled a rag from his back pocket to wipe his hands.

He let the sun warm his face for a moment, eyes closed and contemplated; should he get a start on figuring out what was making the Adler’s van run so rough, or go eat lunch?

That was his life now, and he was content with it.

He’d just made up his mind, lunch first, Adler’s van second, when a new sound pierced his thoughts. Dropping his head from the sun’s warmth, he turned to look over his shoulder.

A late seventies Toyota Land Cruiser wheezed towards him. Although old, it was in decent shape, either an older restoration or just plain well cared for, but right now, it needed help. Chris watched as it wound down, seemingly like a wind-up toy petering out, and gasped one last time before stalling a few dozen feet away. All clearance lights, already dimmed, died instantly and Chris, although not a betting man, not since gambling with his life five years ago, would have laid odds on what the Toyota’s problem was.

The driver’s door opened as Chris approached and he felt a sudden jolt of electricity. Not even Erin’s kiss in that bar as they’d learned their cover had affected him like this. A woman stepped out, no… scratch that, an angel appeared.

Long auburn hair, faint strands of blond catching the sun; thick and wavy and just perfect for Chris to card his hands through. Sunglasses of probably the same vintage as the Cruiser were pushed up into that glorious mane to reveal a set of cat-shaped eyes in the most unique and breath-taking shade of lilac-grey Chris had ever seen. Faint wrinkles of worry marred the smooth heart-shaped face and then she was looking right at him and Chris felt like he’d been kicked in the guts.

“Hey- , uh. Car trouble?” He stuttered, feeling his face start to flame.

The faintest of smiles. “Yeah.”

“Sounds like your alternator.” Chris scrambled for steady ground; known terrain when the earth was practically shaking beneath his feet.

“I thought so,” she murmured, sounding resigned. She met his eyes and Chris felt a fresh jolt. “Do you think it took my battery out with it?”

A lopsided grin, the majority of people he helped had no idea what an alternator even was, let alone knew how it worked.  

“I’ll check that, if you got it here fast enough, it should be okay.”

She bit her lip for a moment. “How long will it take? I have to get to work.”

“Not long, I can have it done by this afternoon if I’ve got the part laying around.”

The woman flinched slightly. “I work late, I won’t be able to come back until tomorrow.”

“That’s fine. You said you had to work? I can take you-“ Chris was babbling and he knew it, forced himself to shut up. “I mean, if you’d like.”

The faint smile again, a hint of pink in her cheeks. Maybe he wasn’t the only one being thrown off his axis right now. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“No, it’s fine.” Chris was inexplicably terrified of losing contact with this woman and if he’d had more time to think about it, it probably would have bothered him, this sudden attachment. “I’m just heading out to lunch; I can give you a ride. Where are you going?”

Her eyes met his, that strange lilac-grey seeming to pierce into his soul. After a heartbeat, something flickered in her gaze, something Chris would swear was fear. “No, thank you.” Her voice was firm now, insistent and Chris felt an unexpected and unexplained pang of disappointment. She reached into her purse and pulled out a flip phone.

Chris stood rooted to the spot, frozen, until the woman raised her head. “Would you like me to sign anything first?” Her voice was tentative again, as if she worried she’d angered him.

Chris swallowed hard, hating that she was slipping between his fingers and at the same time, absolutely stunned that it mattered so much to him already. What the fuck is wrong with you, King? “Yeah, follow me. I’ll make out a work order.” He turned and strode into the shop, heart hammering a frantic tattoo in his chest. Reaching the counter, he grabbed the necessary paperwork and a pen. “Uh, name?”

The woman had reached the other side of the counter and now shifted her weight, almost uneasily, as if she was leery even of giving Chris her name. “Raen.” She finally answered, pronouncing it like ‘Rain’. “R A E N Casteel.”

“And a number to reach you at?”

Another pause, as if weighing her options. Chris had studied body language and received more than enough training in the F.B.I. to read this woman’s behaviour. She had been hurt by someone in the past, badly, and was either running from it still or was just permanently marked, forever cautious around strangers, especially men. His heart ached with a sudden desire to pull her close and crush away all her bad memories, show her that not all love and all men meant pain; and track down the ratfuck that had made her this way to begin with. Finally, she offered a number, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Okay,” Chris scrawled the number, mind racing as he tried to organize his thoughts. He’d never been so thrown by someone in his life, not since her. In the space of only a few minutes, he’d gone from content and hungry, his biggest decision of the day being when and what to eat, to being absolutely swept up in a mysterious woman, ready to fight for her and kiss away her sorrow. But no.

He couldn’t.

He’d fallen hard for a woman before, and it had nearly killed him. He could not do that again.

“Alright.” He cleared his throat, forcing a casual tone. “I’ll look at it and give you a call and an estimate.”

“Thank you. If I don’t answer, please leave a message.”

“Sure.”

The woman gave him one last hesitant smile, then dropped the keys on the counter, turned and almost fled the shop, the door banging closed behind her. Chris watched her hurry away and disappear around the corner.

Jesus wept.

He wanted to help her, and not just by fixing her vehicle.

As soon as his doctors discharged him from the hospital, as soon as it wasn’t abject agony to move anymore (because Chris had gone cold-turkey on all hard drugs after), he’d left the F.B.I., taking all the compensation and bonuses offered to him for his service and sacrifice. Breaking the lease on his apartment, he’d loaded his truck (not the monster he’d driven as Undercover Chris, but his own) and pointed it east, intent on leaving L.A. and California and the west coast entirely, not stopping until the icy dread that ran rampant through his veins finally ebbed and he could draw a deep breath again.

Staying in L.A. meant memories, it meant driving past old haunts and neighborhoods, remembering his shitty past and even shittier career as a Special Agent; one that had started promisingly enough, especially for a delinquent kid who had more in common with the thugs he chased than the agents who hunted them, but had cratered hard when he’d accepted his last assignment.

Deep cover, a chance to advance and take out an asshole at the same time. Dangerous, but definitely worth it; and then he’d met her.

Erin Bell, his awakening and his ruin. His rise and his downfall. In her he’d found a partner, a fellow survivor of a hellish childhood and for a time, he’d been in love. Blinded by the light, as the song went.

He’d let himself believe he could have it all, that he and Erin could give the middle finger to Silas’ gang, to the F.B.I., Sheriff’s Office and the whole fucking world and just run off together with a shit-ton of stolen money.

How wrong he’d been. At the last moment, his conscience had finally intervened, and he remembered the fright and tears in that blonde teller’s eyes as Silas had screamed at her, the abject terror in her innocent face. As he’d watched Silas drop the duffels, spewing tell-tale purple clouds and storm back into the bank, the haze had lifted from his mind and even Erin’s horrified, pleading stare hadn’t been enough to bring it back.

No one gets a fuckin’ scratch. He’d vowed, but he’d been the naïve one then.

“F.B.I.!” His words hadn’t had the desired effect, Silas hadn’t fl0undered in shock or dropped to his knees in acquiescence; it was like he’d known and, looking back, he probably had, trading Arturo for Chris at the last moment, the psycho had at least suspected someone was a mole and Chris had been the one to break cover.

The memory of the burn from the bullets was something that still woke Chris up from a dead sleep, multiple points of agony in his torso, a line of fire on his scalp. That last bullet Silas gave him, aimed as the kill shot to his skull as he lay gasping and already dying on the grimy industrial carpet of the bank; had, depending on your viewpoint, either saved or doomed Chris, missing his brain and splitting a line on his scalp instead. Silas hadn’t noticed as he’d stalked out and Chris carried that scar to this day, visible at all times because although he hated thinking about his past, he’d kept the shorn head and facial hair.

If asked, he couldn’t explain why, but maybe it really was to remember, even though he hated to. Seeing Undercover Chris, with a buzz cut and goatee everyday in the mirror was his penance. He couldn’t, he didn’t deserve to go back to the neatly-groomed man he’d been before, hair longer and fluffy and worthy of a woman running their fingers through it; he wasn’t that man anymore, for better or worse.

He’d driven until his truck had made the choice for him, quitting in this mid-sized town in New York state, lasting long enough for him to limp it into this very mechanic’s shop. A chance comment from the owner, that he needed a new mechanic, had been the catalyst for Chris to stay, at least for awhile.

As a kid, knowing through bitter experience that his own mother was an unreliable source, Chris had kept himself alive with his hands. More specifically, using his hands to fix and tinker. A few hours working on the neighbor’s broken lawnmower earned him enough to eat for a week, the car he’d traded a day’s worth of small engine work for and spent two months of weekends working on before selling to the plumber down the street helped him make it when his mother finally OD’d and he’d needed to keep himself afloat, keep the nosy housewives on the block from calling CPS and reporting a child left alone. Not that they’d have been overly concerned for Chris’ wellbeing, his mother had supported her drug habit by spreading her legs for anyone with cash or drugs, and most if not all of these women’s husbands had partaken at one time or another, meaning Chris was practically guaranteed abandonment when the real object of their fury and indignation was gone, and only her son was left to blame.

That history had been his fuel for a time, spurring him to apply for the F.B.I., encouraging and driving his ambitions to make something of himself, to be more than the fatherless son of a crack-whore.

And, for a time, he had been. He’d been more. Chosen for the assignment, entrusted with the delicate task, but he’d fucked it up, as it was in his genes to do and it still burned sometimes to think about it.

And now, working at the shop had kept him busy, tired him out enough that sometimes he was even too exhausted for the nightmares. So, when the old man had announced his retirement two years later, Chris had offered to buy the place.

For almost three years now he’d been here, running his own business, continuing and building on the shop’s reputation in town, paying Karma back with steady and honest work.

But was Raen another Erin? Another flash fire that would only leave him staggering and burned, another paradigm shift in his already jagged and torn existence?

He’d worked so hard to rebuild his life, was he ready to risk it all again?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #au bucky barnes #sebastian stan #destroyer #destroyed #destroyer chris #chris x raen #destroyer chris fanfic #destroyer chris fantiction #destroyer chris angst #destroyer chris drama

[80s-roger]

down & dirty: 80s!Rog x Latina!Reader

requested by @johndeaconlover:

“Hi! How are you? Can I order a Roger Taylor smut in the 80's? He coming back from the stadium show that Queen was performing in Sao Paulo - Brazil with a Brazilian groupie in her early twenties? Since I'm ascending in Leo, you could make a pretty hot smut. Ps: an atypical Brazilian, only with big breasts, chubby and no butt. Please thank you! Xxxx”

i tried my best for this! ps. i love leo’s with my entire heart and i’m a taurus lol

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warnings: oral (f,m receiving), hardcore, swearing, cumshot

portray: early 80s!Rog, female latina reader

words: 2,154

summary: let’s say your name’s Beatrice and you’re a young twenty-one-year-old hot, thick and confident Brazilian who loves queen with her entire boobs, because boobs are bigger than your heart. you would be a groupie and you’d follow the British band everywhere just to see your crush roger taylor, the also hot drummer of queen. as he has seen you following, him and his bandmates since they toured in south america, after tonight’s concert in Sao Paulo, he treats you a drink at the hotel he was staying.

Tonight's concert was awesome. You screamed your lungs out at every song they performed and your eyes couldn't be taken away from the blond drummer. You really fancied him, it wasn't just a celebrity crush. You weren't a groupie for nothing. You literally wanted to spend a night with Roger. A night with a mature man who shows his masculinity by the way he bangs those drums.

As the concert ended, the band went front to the crowd, taking a bow as a thank you gesture and at the end, Roger threw his drum sticks, on purpose, close to you and didn't forget winking after all these flirting glares you gave him threw the entire concert. Of course, you caught his sticks and you couldn't stop staring at his name written on them, "Roger Taylor". By then, you had to follow them to their hotel.

You knew the hotel they were staying after following them for two days straight at your country. You took a cab and then sat at the lobby, waiting for them to arrive, not giving a damn what time they'd come. You wished they didn't attend any party. Rog at least because you were determined about sleeping with him if the chance comes. But he's such a player, he would be into it anyway.

As time passed by, it was almost one hour after midnight and you finally saw his figure at the reception. He was alone. You supposed he came on his own just because he knew you'd follow him even at his hotel. He has seen you multiple times since the day they landed in SA. You stood up, pretending you saw nothing, going through the lift. He was distanced from the reception when he saw you and killed you with his hot gaze. He checked on you from head to toe and you were so flattered by it. Your confidence reached God level. As he comes next to you, you feel the entire world disappearing. It was just him and you. Thankfully, the lift's doors opened on time and you both made your way upstairs. It was up to him now. You provoked the first step, now it's his turn.

"Hey." he smiled at you, breaking the silence.

"Oi!" you greeted him and smiled back.

"Oh, Portuguese..." He laughed staring at the ground. "Um..." he itched his chest, as his hand surpassed his blue shirt. "Você fala inglês?" He seemed like it was the only thing he could say in Portuguese so you decided to play him a bit.

"De qualquer maneira." You laughed because he didn't understand a word. Your English were really good, you just wanted to be a good tease. You loosed your shirt, having your breasts kinda exposed to him. As he notices your move he swallows in excitement, like he can't wait to fuck you.

"Sorry?" He shakes his head confused.

"I know English, I'm just teasing you." You laughed and he felt released after you spoke in his native language.

"I waited for something english coming from you so you could understand me saying how beautiful you are." He bit his lip as his hand gently wrapped your waist and you already felt like dying.

"Ah, obrigada!" You smiled all flattered.. "Would you like us to grab a drink at the bar?" You offered before going immediately to the main menu. He was impatient getting into your pants but you wanted to tease him for real.

"Oh, of course umm..." He stops as he finds out he doesn't know your name.

"It's Beatrice." You introduced yourself and his smiles goes bigger as he hears a Latin name coming from a bombass Latina.

"You already know my name, so let's just go to the bar and get along." He made way for you as the elevator's doors opened again and you both sat at the bar and ordered a drink for each other.

"So, why did you come here on your own?" You asked, searching for fast answers. You wanted to be sure he came here just because he thought you'd be here waiting for him.

"I actually knew you'd follow me or at least wait for me at the hotel I stay so I said to myself, nah, I should eventually meet you. You were literally in front of me for so many days." He laughed after taking a drag of his cigarette.

"It sounds now like I am a stalker!" You laughed before drinking from your glass.

"Well in the rock n' roll music industry you call it a groupie so it doesn't sound like you have mental issues." He joked and you both got really close as the time passed. You could feel the heat among you and the desire of sleeping together growing fast. "You don't stay in this hotel don't you, Beatrice?" He asked as he placed his glass down, at the counter. It was coming.

"Of course not, but I would as long as you stay here." you winked and he got the message. You were both so turned on by the attitude you two served. His eyes were burning you alive.

"How about, coming with me?" He just offered you sex, oh my god, you thought, it's finally happening.

"Why not?" You raised an eyebrow and stood up as he grabbed your hand and led you to the lift again, an hour later.

As you got inside, he pressed the seventh floor and all this ecstasy, led you on jumping on his lap, kissing him passionately, revealing the lioness in you. It was a thirsty and deep kiss, all you wanted to get from him, before the rest, hmm.

"You're so ready for it, aren't you?" He asked interrupting the kiss and gently grabbed your small butt.

"I've never wanted anyone this badly before." You said as you took a breath and wrapped your fingers at Roger's blond messy hair.

"Just tell me how you like it." His voice was deeper than usual and kissed your lips again and pressed you against the lift's wall, with no space among you. You already felt his boner between your legs and you got so wet in seconds.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” You looked at his eyes and his pupils dilated.

He was just staring at you amazed and shocked before kissing you and without removing you from his lap, he went at his room's door, unlocked it, both got inside and locked again. You were finally at his big suite, ready to feel him inside you. Roger threw you on the bed the way you wanted him to. You wanted it rough so he's not playing and neither are you. He was so impatient taking his clothes off and so were you. With fast moves, he took off your denim shorts, revealing your already black wet panties. As he was shirtless you could watch his chest jumping up and out by anticipation. He was horny and so were you, the room was about to turn into hell. He laid on top of you, rubbing his bulge between your legs while his lips moved to your neck, biting and sucking you, you knew there'd be marks the next day but you didn't care because they're made by Rog. He then, unbuttoned your bra, revealing your big breasts he was impatient to fuck.

"Oh my fucking God..." He gasped at the sight of them and placed his head right there, squeezing them and sucking them. You wouldn't stop moaning at his touches on you.

The next thing he did after he was done with your tits, he took off your wet panties and he was straight in contact with your soaked pussy. He dominantly stared at you and with no warning, he placed his tongue at your clit eating you like he was starving. The way he was eating you, caused you to moan loudly and impulsively you placed your hand on your mouth. As he notices your hand on your mouth, he stops what he's doing and looks at you with a serious tone. “Just for that, I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go blind,” he said and then you were fucking turned on. You said rough, you're really getting it the way you wanted it. "Fuck, I'm sorry." You apologised and the next thing you felt, was your clit swollen by him as his three fingers inserted your vagina and he was moving them fastly, leading you on the edge of cumming so early.

"I don't want to cum yet..." You whimpered as you arched your back and he stopped what he was doing after giving you a long lick down there.

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.” He said as he got close to you again, kissing you so deeply, you could receive a taste of what you taste like and hell that was addicting.

He made you stand up from the bed and he went to his suitcases, taking a condom. He wore it around his boner and kneeled you down, “You look so good on your knees like that.” he bit his lip and you could only be impatient sucking him. "Filthy cock-slut, choke on it," he said and grabbed your head onto his pelvis. You had his dick in your mouth and you were taking it so well, it gave you pleasure at every inch of your body. "Ah, that's it, baby..." He moaned as your blow-job made him lose it and his hands moved you even closer to his base, reaching his balls and your throat welcomed already his hard long dick. "Holy fuck..." He moaned as you took him out from your mouth.

"It would be rough for both of us.." You winked as you exhaled.

"Is that so? You wanna be competitive?" He raised his eyebrow and kissed you again. "Then, bend over, I am not joking." He ordered. His leadership on sex is so sexy, even you, as a confident and dominant woman gets lost on it. You did as he told you and you were legit ready to get his dick.

"Make it hard, I can take it." You prepared yourself as his hands wrapped your waist and his dick was shoved inside your wet cunt. His moves were fast from the start, imagine what's happening later.

"You feel so good all soaking wet, you take my cock like a whore..." He moaned as he was giving you multiple butt slaps when you were moving back and forward, begging for his dick to go even deeper in you.

"Oh my God, Roger, fuck me harder..." You loudly moaned and he fastly turned you over so now you have a clear view of his blushed face.

"I want to see these tits bouncing the way I fuck you hard." He bit his lip and grabbed your legs as his hips were moving fastly against you. You would explode in any minute if he wouldn't let you come.

"Fuck Rog, I wanna cum." You whimpered as you moaned his name.

"You do? You have to beg for it.." He said as his thrusts were continued against you. You wanted your clit rubbed but if you touched he'd punish you. You noticed a vein-popping at his temple, he was so close.

"Please Roger, let me cum! Please!" You whimpered as you were reaching your climax.

"Cum, little slut, cum..." He moaned as he pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed it fastly after removing himself from your pussy. A second later, you squirted in front of his penis and you laid your head back, relaxing after the epic bonk you got from him. "Now come here and taste my cum..." he demanded and you came in front of him, tasting all his ejaculates. "You take it all so nice, like a whore... Fuck..." He whispered as he saw you swallowing everything he gave you.

"That was so hot Roger... It was the best thing ever..." you exhaled after standing up from his bed.

"Oh my God, it really was. What a sexy Latina you are..." He was watching you dressing up again and he did the same, at least he wore his underwear. He would sleep in a few. "So you're leaving now?" he asked confused.

"Yes, I don't want any commitment." You winked at him as you were standing close to his door.

"Can I at least have your number? Do you have a telephone?" He asked confused. Not all people had phone devices.

"Oh, sure." You raised your shoulder and gave him your number. "We had a wild night..." You smiled before opening the door.

"You could sleep here tonight..." he suggested.

"I could, but you fucking me was much more desirable... You feel?" you smiled at him and he did the same. "Boa noite e bons sonhos, Roger." You gave him a sweet kiss and left his hotel room.

#queen #queen band #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #roger taylor #Roger Meddows Taylor #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x female reader #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor x oc #rami malek #freddie mercury #brian may #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #john deacon

[my-proof-is-you]

The Cost of Protection - Ch. 13

Summary: Pain, bruises, and cover-up. You had come to accept that this was now your life. He was cruel, but you had to stay with him. It was the only choice. That is, until you meet the green-eyed stranger that refuses to let it go… You have protected others for a long time. Can you learn to be the one to be protected? Can you trust two strangers that say they won’t let anything bad happen?

Warnings: Rape/Non-con; abuse

**I do not own any images or gifs

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You

A few weeks had passed and the shock of Jeff's death was starting to wear off a bit. You were still having panic attacks--though you tried to hide them. It wasn't that you didn't want Sam and Dean to help you, it was just that you didn't want to be a burden to them. They had already opened their home to you, and asking for a shoulder to cry on multiple times a day didn't seem like something a good guest would do. So, you hid in your room a lot. Any time you felt one coming on, you would make an excuse and hide. It was the only thing you could think of doing.

You were pretty sure Sam and Dean knew, though.

Often times, when you would come back after finally getting yourself under control, they would give each other a meaningful look--using their 'secret brother language' to say they knew you weren't okay. It probably didn't help that the panic attacks were accompanied by uncontrollable crying, which was clear in your face when you entered the room.

Not only were you having attacks, but sleep was nearly impossible. You would have nightmares, but what was almost worse was when you couldn't fall asleep because your brain wouldn't turn off.

What if he didn't really die? It's possible. Sam and Dean have died multiple times, and they're still here. Could he get in? Could he get to me again? Would he find my family?

Then you would think, God I'm insane. I can't believe the boys even put up with me. I must be such a burden to them.

And on and on it would go.

You were in your room sitting on your bed, reading one of the lore books from the library. You heard a light tap on your door.

"Come in," you said softly, not looking up from your book.

"Hey Y/N, you busy?" Dean asked.

"No, what's up?" You looked up from your book. You honestly almost started drooling. Dean wasn't dressed any differently than normal, but for some reason you couldn't take your eyes off him. His tall frame was leaning in your doorway, his arms crossed. You could see the lines of his muscles in his forearms, and his flannel shirt sleeves were rolled to just below his elbows. He wore jeans that were distressed--probably from hunting, not bought that way--and a black tee. His eyes were a bright, mossy green, and he had stubble lining his jaw.

"Hello, darlin, you there?" He asked, pulling you out of your trance.

"Y--Yeah, what did you say?"

"I asked if you wanted to go for a drive with me to get some dinner," he said, a bemused smile on his face.

The thought of spending time alone with him made you both nervous and excited. Nervous because you really hadn't been thinking too carefully about your feelings for Dean--what with the crushing panic you were under half the time--and excited because, well, hot damn.

"Uh, sure, I'll go. Let me just get my jacket."

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Dean

Dean was back where he felt the most at home: behind the wheel of his baby. He had asked you to come with him to get dinner because he could tell you were stuck in your head a lot lately. No matter what you said, Dean knew you were still struggling. It was such a perfect day outside that he was hoping fresh air and open roads would do you some good.

Dean looked to his right where you were leaning back in the passenger seat, your feet propped up by the window. You had it rolled down, the sun shining in and the wind causing little tendrils of your hair to fly around your face. You were singing along to the radio--"Renegade" by Styx. You leaned your head back, eyes closed.

So damn beautiful.

You looked at Dean who quickly pretended he wasn't looking at you. He didn’t want to come off as the creepy guy who preyed on newly-single-broken-ish-girls.

“You got something you wanna say, Romeo?” You said, giving Dean a small smirk.

“Nothin, darlin. You just look really pretty is all,” Dean replied, his eyes dashing from the road to you. He felt his cheeks warm at the admission. He wasn’t sorry, though. Even if you didn’t feel the same way about him, you deserved to hear that you’re beautiful.

Dean chanced a look at you. You had put your head back again, eyes closed. You had a light smile on your face. Dean felt his heart beat a little faster and he was glad you weren’t creeped out by him.

“So where are we going anyway?” You asked.

“To a diner,” Dean replied.

“A diner? We couldn't have gone to the one five minutes from home?”

“No, we couldn’t. This diner is kick-ass, trust me,” Dean said. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Okay, Winchester. But if it sucks, you owe me.”

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You

“Oh my God. I literally cannot eat another bite. That was the best pie I’ve ever had in my life.”

"Right?" Dean said, his mouth full of apple pie and whipped cream. A little got on his chin and you reached across the booth and wiped it off with your finger. You stuck the finger in your mouth, licking it off. Dean’s eyes widened a bit. You had to admit—you liked teasing him.

“So, I bet you’re just dying to know if your little tactic worked,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“W-what? What are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes everywhere but on yours.

You softened your voice, leaning in a little and placing your hand on his. “Dean, I’m not an idiot. I know you took me here to get me away from my own fucked-up brain.”

"Well, I--I'm sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t trying to make you feel tricked or anything, I—“

“Dean, it’s fine. It worked,” you said with a smile. “Turns out, distractions are good.”

Dean’s mouth lifted in a half-smile. “They are very good,” he said, turning his hand over so it was holding yours. You loved the feeling of his big, warm, calloused hands in yours. You felt a little pang of anxiety shoot through you, though, and pulled your hand away slowly. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Dean. You did, obviously. But you were scared. Any relationship can start out great, your inner voice said. Just wait till he shows his true colors. You thought it was probably right, though your gut was telling you that you could trust Dean.

“So, uh, you wanna head back?” You asked, placing your hands in your lap.

Dean surveyed you for a second with slightly narrowed eyes. Smiling, he said, “Sure. Who knows what trouble Sammy’s gotten into by now.”

@my-soul-is-the-moon @vicmc624 @riverdalesserpent

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #SPN #spn fanfic #spnfandom #SPNFamily #spn imagine #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean x you #dean winchester/reader #Sam Winchester #fanfic #abuse #fluff #angst

[peter-parkers-passport]

Flower Child (Peter Parker x ofc)

Chapter 1: Favors and Phone Numbers

warnings: language (barely), mentions/depictions of anxiety

Two Months Later

Lila Landry sat in her literature class Monday morning staring at her fingers rather than paying attention to the course material. She frowned at the dirt underneath her fingernails, mentally making a note to buy a more aggressive hand soap before she got home that evening. Although, deep in her heart she knew that the dirt couldn’t leave her fingers, no matter how hard she tried. Not that she minded, Lila loved that while her hands were clean, there was always a piece of home tagging along for the ride.

She was so busy examining the dirt that she didn’t hear her teacher call her name. Three times. “Lila.” Fourth time’s the charm, for Lila stared up at her teacher, who had a flat look on his face. Good old Mr. Puth, always looking to pick on the students who didn’t know everything he taught or didn’t pay attention. Unfortunately, he decided he wanted to pick on Lila that class period. He raised an eyebrow, his expression seemingly triumphant. “Thank you for joining us as we discuss the tragedy that is Patroclus's death. Care to share your thoughts on how Homer intended it to be perceived?”

Lila’s cheeks flared, for she hated being the center of attention. She thought she made that rather obvious, as she strategically chose her seat in the middle of the classroom, away from the back, where prowling teachers might try and pick on a student, yet not in the front with all the teacher’s pets. Her seat was one row over from the row of desks next to the window, so she wouldn’t be accused of daydreaming should any wandering stares find their way to the great view of New York City. It was almost perfect, she went by mostly unnoticed.

Mostly. Mr. Puth was a different story: he was like the living embodiment of Professor Snape, so miserable with teaching that he decided to psychologically torture the people that were legally required to be there by the state of New York. Today just happened to be Lila’s turn for the needless picking. As if forgetting Lila’s straight A’s and high marks in his class, he still felt the need to prey on her, expose her shyness like chum for all the sharks in the water to see. 

Swallowing most of her stutter, Lila did her best to rise to the occasion. “W-well, seeing as h-how Homer wasn’t - wasn’t a single person, the death of Patroclus is actually interpreted different ways.” Sliding into the topic that she was familiar enough to be comfortable with, Lila found herself slowly relaxing, and forgetting about the eyes still glued to her.

Mr. Puth’s arched eyebrow rose fractionally. “Oh. And how do you figure?”

“I figure since this story is older than written history, it’s safe to assume that Homer might be a representation of multiple bards all over Ancient Greece. That the bards that perform this story orally recounted a similar series of events, one that has too many translations to count on two hands. Going off of this, I’d think that Patroclus’s death is interpreted in many different ways.”

Mr. Puth had no choice but to let the matter of Lila not paying attention slide. But that didn’t mean she was off the hook. He sat down on his desk and crossed his arms. “And how would you interpret the death of Patroclus, in the eyes of Achilles? I’m sure you could help explain it to the rest of the class.”

Not likely, Lila thought. The rest of the class had either already read The Iliad twice over, or just didn’t care. Blowing out a puff of air, Lila ran a hand through her messy, honey-colored waves. “Well, historically speaking, the death of Patroclus would be equated to that of Juliet losing Romeo since they were lovers.

“Sexuality didn’t exist in Ancient Greece,” Lila elaborated, eyeing her teacher’s expression change minutely. “People just loved, left and right. Achilles loved Patroclus, and to lose him, to have him ripped away from him, well, I personally think it’s one of literature’s greatest romantic tragedies.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, while Mr. Puth contemplated her answer. “Does anyone think that Lila’s perspective draws parallels to any other tragedies set within the poem? Or any tragedies it alludes to?” The teacher left his desk, grabbing his book and resuming his lecture, selecting his next victim.

Lila let out a breath she didn't know she’d collected while waiting for Mr. Puth’s response. Glancing down, she saw that the dirt that had collected underneath her fingernails had been picked out, and now sat on the desktop. Several spots under her nails were bleeding, and Lila clenched her shaking fists.

Stupid nerves.

                               *****

Midtown had colorful hallways, mostly because it let its students decorate them. A majority of the decorations were flimsy fall leaves dangling, reminding the students of the changing seasons. Others, like posters, reminded students of upcoming events. The tacky 80s decorations on the Homecoming poster assaulted Lila’s eyes every time she stared too closely at it. Yet another event she couldn’t attend. Although she wasn’t sure she really wanted to.

Another poster that was taped up was the Academic Decathlon poster, reminding Lila of her need to get her dad to fill out her permission slip, as well as write a check. Just last weekend, the decathlon team clinched a spot in the national competition, which just so happened to take place in Washington, D.C., a place Lila was dying to visit. Their team now spent their period together relentlessly practicing any and every topic under the sun. All thanks to Liz Allen, whose rigid leadership was starting to become a regime under the promise of winning a national competition. With Liz being a senior, Lila couldn’t really blame her for being so strict in their practice, seeing as how winning nationals would be great to add to a college application.

Lila grimaced, her mind moving from D.C. to her permission slip to her dad, and the thought had her gut rolling. Lila clutched her phone in her shaking hand, weaving in between students passing in the halls. She marched straight for her favorite decoration in the school: the mural.

The mural was two stories tall and was the wall next to one of the main staircases in the school. The pastel blue background gave way to all the greatest scientific discoveries, as well as several people who had made them: Doctor Bruce Banner, Sir Isaac Newton, Galileo Galilei, even Howard Stark. They’d commissioned several art students a few years ago to design the mural, and while most students could ignore it, Lila seemed to gravitate toward it.

Perhaps it was because Michelle Jones perched herself at the same corner facing the wall. And, being that Michelle was Lila’s only friend, the mural became a place of solace for Lila, too. To no one’s surprise, Michelle was nosing her way through her most recent book (book number thirty-five of the calendar year, if Lila could keep track), and hardly looked up when Lila stopped in front of her. “What do you want?”

Anybody else would’ve taken it as a dismissal. And to everyone else, it would’ve been. But Lila was quiet enough that she had a firm grasp on body language, and she knew that while it took some warming up, Michelle Jones had welcomed Lila to accompany her. She was ninety percent sure it was because the taller girl pitied her for having zero friends.

“I’m an idiot,” Lila huffed.

Michelle merely turned the page, not looking away from the words. “I’m sure you’re right, but why?” Lila held her phone, still trying her best not to throw up. Michelle glanced up from her book, squinting at the text on her phone. “Hey Tulip, please make sure to ask your friend about the computer today during decathlon. Xo.” Michelle’s eyes flickered from the message to Lila’s face, taking note of the sweat starting to line her forehead. “I’m confused.” Had she not said so, it would’ve been impossible to tell, for Michelle’s expression remained completely neutral.

Lila threw her head back before stepping closer. “It’s about Peter.”

“Ah,” Michelle said wryly, returning to her book.

“MJ,” Lila whined, gently taking the bookmark held in Michelle’s hands, and tucked it in her book, swiftly removing it and carrying it under her arm while walking down the hall to their shared trigonometry class. Any other person and MJ would’ve punched them in the throat for taking her book. Instead, she fell into an easy stride next to the panicking girl. “This - this is serious. Defcon One, National Emergency, um - uh - gah! I’m not able to think of witty remarks with so much at stake.”

“I question why you’re not in theater, sometimes.” Michelle watched as Lila paled at the thought, and even more anxiety seemed to sit on her shoulders. “Then I remember why.”

“Why did I ever mention that Peter built computers to my dad? Why did I ever mention Peter to my dad?”

“Because you’re hopelessly in love with the poor kid,” MJ answered, earning a sharp look from Lila. She then corrected herself, as Lila had a hundred times before, “Not in love, you just have a helpless high-school crush that will surely go away.”

“Your mocking does little to either make me feel better or even remotely help me.”

“Well,” Michelle started, taking her book gently out from under Lila’s arm and walking into the classroom door they’d stopped at. “You didn’t ask me to do either of those things. And you won’t get over said crush if you don’t actually talk to him.” She disappeared, leaving Lila to collect herself before the class started.

“Shit,” She whispered.

“Language,” A teacher spoke as she brushed by, and Lila blushed.

                           *****

As the day progressed and lunch passed, the hour for academic decathlon crept nearer and nearer, and Lila felt like she would rather walk straight into the New York traffic than have to talk to Peter Parker. Sure, what was the harm, Lila could get some decent practice at socializing, which was a crucial part of functioning in the world. But the nagging fear of Peter actually talking back to her brought a tidal wave a nausea, threatening to send her hurling. Maybe she shouldn’t have eaten her peanut butter and jelly. Although, it was a damn good sandwich.

Seeing as time was a tricky bitch, it flew by for Lila, and she cursed herself for not having rehearsed what she was going to say to Peter in the bathroom mirror at least once. So when she dragged her feet into academic decathlon, she felt like she was walking to her death. About three-quarters of her being figured that she could just go pick out the damn computer herself, and put it all together. And Lila knew next to nothing about assembling any kind of technology, but she’d rather have a complete disaster of a computer than have Peter Parker think she was a disaster.

She also couldn’t have her dad thinking she was a disaster, and that thought ultimately made the decision for her. She had to talk to the boy. So she just placed her stuff down gently in the empty room and waited for Liz to get there to instruct them on what to do.

By all accounts, it didn’t make sense that Lila Landry was on the academic decathlon team. It was mostly a blur as to how she’d managed to sign up in the first place, but she did remember her dad encouraging her to join some kind of extracurricular to make friends, and Michelle was already on the team, so it seemed like the natural progression. Until she realized that it required public speaking; even worse, public speaking in front of her peers.

But it shocked no one more than herself that she actually excelled. Lila was strangely competitive and refused to be wrong or last in answering any of the questions. Maybe it was the fact that she was reigning champion of Trivial Pursuit in her household, or maybe she just liked talking about things she was passionate about. Still, her shyness dominated her brilliance, and she volunteered to be the first alternate, along with Flash Thompson, and Sally Watson. 

Besides, she just liked being with the group. Although her fear of making friends held her back from really getting to know anyone on the team besides MJ, she enjoyed their presence. They were all incredibly brilliant, and eager to show it. And sure, everyone had their differences, but the way they worked together was surprising, to say the least. Except maybe Flash, who was convinced that Peter Parker was set on ruining his life. 

Since she was merely an alternate, Lila didn’t have to work as hard as the other kids did in preparing for nationals, so she was free to work on homework. It was usually when she got all her homework done, as she worked all afternoon and into the evenings sometimes to help her dad. And while her chemistry notes that she’d neatly written down and her textbook were cracked open, Lila couldn’t help but occasionally sneak a peek at Peter, the boy with soft curls and an even softer smile.

So when Mr. Harrington was reading out the last announcements, and reminding everyone to hand in their permission slips by the end of the week, Lila’s hands grew clammy as she saw Peter head over to him, handing his permission slip over. She caught Michelle’s eye, and she while she looked rather impassive, she gave Lila a minute nod as encouragement. Lila took a deep breath, handed over her own permission slip, and followed out behind Peter.

He was jogging down the hall to get to his locker before the next period and stopped. Clutching her backpack straps tightly, she walked over to his locker before her mind could scream at her to run away. Before she even managed to stop all the way, Peter had looked up at her and smiled softly in recognition. “Hey, Lila.”

“H-hi, Peter.” This was it, the moment of truth. Just ask the question, the worst he could say was no. Or he could’ve laughed in her face. “I was w-wondering-”

“Lila!”

Lila turned around at the sound of her name, and her stomach dropped. Liz Allan was walking over to Peter’s locker, eyes set on her. She smiled softly when she stopped, saying, “Wow, you got out of there so fast I thought I’d miss you.” Lila offered a small smile in response. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t have you practice today. I promise, I’m gonna have all the alternates sit in and study tomorrow, is that okay?” A nod was followed, and Liz took that as a good thing. It was all the body language Lila had really been able to muster around the senior, so she supposed Liz had to take what she could get. The smile on Liz’s face grew bigger, and warmer as well. “Awesome! Oh, and my mom wanted to tell me she loved the fall wreath you made. It’s on our front door. Anyways, I’ll see you later,” She turned to Peter, who had a dumbstruck expression on his face. “Good job today, Peter.”

“Thanks,” He smiled, cheeks flushed with excitement that Liz spoke to him. Lila watched as he watched Liz walk away, and then turn back to his locker. “So, what were you wondering - Lila? You’re shaking.” Indeed she was, for the false courage she’d used had run out, and now Lila’s mind was on the fritz. Trying her best to ignore the pangs of jealousy and hurt she felt, she slowly counted to ten in her head while Peter looked on in concern. “Is it you practicing tomorrow?”

“No,” She said firmly, before wringing her trembling hands together. “W-well, yes, but n-no. I just don’t - don’t talk to people a lot, and-”

“Lila, it’s okay,” Peter comforted, his brown eyes staring into her green ones, and hands reaching out to gently squeeze her shoulder. She flinched away, and Peter nodded in understanding. “Sorry, you’re not a touch person, my bad. Just - just take a deep breath, okay?”

She nodded quickly, taking several deep breaths. Reality seemed to slap her in the face as she realized she completely missed the opportunity for any kind of physical contact coming from Peter Parker. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Lila sighed. “Sorry, sorry. I - um - I wanted to ask you a favor.”

Seemingly satisfied that the panic had subsided, Peter turned back to his locker to collect the remainder of the books he would need for the rest of the day. Lila took those brief seconds to take him in. A few scratches were on his fingers and a single, fading bruise on his temple that blended into his hairline. Not the first time she’d noticed any bruises from him, he’d occasionally come to school with bruises on his face, or he’d carry himself with a little more care, wincing from any hidden injuries. Lila was so distracted by looking at him that she almost missed him say, “Sure, what did you need?”

“Uh - I’ll understand if you’re busy, I know - I know you have the internship with Tony Stark, a-and if you can’t-”

“Well, you’ve gotta actually tell me the favor first before I can say no, Lila,” Peter smiled, a teasing glint in his eye. She felt like kicking something, for surely he knew what that did to her. And he was smiling at her, something that hadn’t really happened before. 

She breathily laughed, “Right. So - so my dad n-needs a complete overhaul of one of the computers in his shop. You know, the one by Delmar’s on 21st Street?” Peter paused and then nodded. “The - the computer is like, from the Dark Ages, and he - he finally agreed to get a new one. The problem is, he - he has no clue about anything technology-wise, and I’m - I’m okay at figuring it out, but I don’t want t-to invest in something I’ll need to replace a-a few years down the line. I was - I was wondering if maybe you could help me pick one out for him? I m-may have mentioned to him that you were super good with computers. If you can’t, I t-totally get it, you’re a - a busy guy, and-”

“Actually, I haven’t been that busy lately,” Peter almost seemed disappointed to say that. “Um - I can’t do it today, I’ve got the Stark internship right after school. But I can go with you tomorrow, was there a computer you thought about at all?”

Lila’s face lit up talking about her dad’s shop in Queens. “Yeah, actually. I was th-thinking maybe buying something clean looking that fits with the vibe of the whole store. I just - don’t really know what’s good for a business and what’s not.”

Peter nodded, “I get it. Would tomorrow work for you?”

“Tomorrow w-works great. I can - I can meet you after school if you like?” A smile made its way across Lila’s face, one Peter had never seen before. Lila didn’t know it, but it made her green eyes sparkle.

“After school works great, Lila, I’ll see you then.” She turned to walk away, still very aware of how her hands were still shaking when she heard Peter call out to her. She turned around, potentially giving herself whiplash, and saw Peter was right behind her. Startled, she hesitantly took a step back. “Actually - um - I might - I might need your phone number, in case I can’t find you.”

Her number. Peter Parker actually asked her for her phone number. Of all the directions she thought this conversation would take her, this was nowhere near any of the results. She thought she’d end up in some kind of vat of acid before she ended up with his phone number. And she also had to snap herself out of her daze, for Peter had his phone held out to her, and she stared at it a good five seconds too long. Gently taking the phone from his hands, she entered her contact information into the phone and added Lila Landry along with it. As an afterthought, she added an emoji, the tulip emoji, next to her name. 

Handing the phone back, Peter’s hand brushed hers. She swelled with pride for not flinching away and found herself relishing the feeling of his calloused hand on hers. He seemed to notice it too, for his expression changed fractionally, staring at their hands for an extra second before he withdrew, pocketing his phone. “I’ll see you later, Lila,” Peter waved, and walked off.

Lila’s bliss lasted the rest of the day.

                                            *****

Opening the door to her father’s shop, Lila was hit with the usual smell of fresh flowers, and her body relaxed at the simple scent of home. The sophomore looked around, kindly greeting the occasional customer that was perusing the store, smelling the occasional bloom or two. Soft music played in the background (no doubt Sophie’s choice) and mixed wonderfully with the sound of happy people buying bouquets. 

Lila’s father, Ted, owned and operated Landry’s Flowers, a successful small business that was supported across the entirety of New York City. What started as a small flower shop on 21st Street in Queens blossomed into a thriving local chain that provided anything from an individual bouquet to an entire arrangement for local hotels. Several locations had popped up over the last eight years, from Brooklyn all the way to Manhattan, Landry’s had something for everyone. 

It hadn’t started out as a business that planned to grow and thrive much like the flowers sold from it, but Landry’s was something special, and Lila always thought that was because both she and her dad built it from the ground up. After the Battle of New York, when the city was on the mend, Lila and her father both found therapy in rebuilding and expanding Landry’s Flowers into something that could spread joy and hope and love and everything in-between to the people of the city who needed it the most. So they broadened their horizons and contacted New York farms as well as city contractors to help them flourish. And Landry’s Flowers of today would never be the same.

While the other locations were wonderful and had a great staff of people running the show, the Landry’s Flowers in Queens was Lila’s personal favorite and became a safe haven from her insecurities. Perhaps it was because it was closest to home, and she could always find refuge in it after a brisk ten-minute walk. Lila lost count of how many times she’d spend her afternoons perched on one of the back countertops and either work on her homework or sit and people watch. She’d seen most of her community pass through those doors, and it always reminded her of how familiar the Queens shop was for her.

Or maybe she preferred that particular shop because of Sophie Nelson, who’d spent the last four years working there. The exact opposite of Lila, Sophie was loud and flamboyant, never afraid to talk to anyone, and most definitely not a quivering mess when it came to the people she liked. She was a role model for Lila: smart, funny, kind, and ever-present. Despite her affinity for chaotic fun, she always kept Lila’s feet on the ground, even though Lila never asked her to. It was what made Sophie so amazing, she always went along for the ride.

Deep down, Lila knew really why the shop on 21st Street was her favorite. And as she greeted Sophie with a quick hello, ran up the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, went into the backroom to drop her things off and headed up another set of stairs tucked into the back corner, Lila was met with her favorite place in all of New York: the rooftop. At the top of the stairs was a door, which led to the inside of the Landry family’s personal greenhouse. Covering the expanse of the rooftop, rows upon rows of herbs, flowers, and the occasional vegetable were neatly organized. Lila smiled softly as the sunshine enveloped her surroundings, and the warm air pressed on her skin to welcome her home. Her greenhouse was something she specifically asked to keep the exact same while her world changed around her, for the greenhouse had previously been maintained by her mother, and Lila worked hard to make sure it stayed the exact same. She breathed deeply, the potting soil invading her sense of smell, and Lila slowly walked around the room, picking up a spray bottle of water and occasionally watering a plant that looked particularly dehydrated.

She made sure everything looked alright before heading back downstairs and into the backroom to find an extra apron. Throwing it on, she adjusted her long hair before heading back onto the part of the second floor open to the public, walking over to the few customers that had bothered to venture upstairs and look over the cacti and succulents resting there. She made sure to say hello to every person she saw before heading back down the metal spiral staircase to do the same for everyone on the first floor. Once she’d made her rounds and made several recommendations to a few who were confused, Lila walked up to the counter to Sophie, who was saying goodbye to a customer carrying a large bouquet of sunflowers.

“Hey, Phish Food,” Sophie said, her voice happy as she saw Lila approach. One of the many things that Lila loved about Sophie was her voice, and how deep and raspy it was. It was almost believable that she was a seasoned smoker, but that was just the way she spoke. She always said it was like a secret weapon, because when people met her, they expected her to be this docile, quiet little Asian woman, and instead she was loud, rambunctious and “ready to shove docility up any privileged white man’s ass.” Her words, not Lila’s.

A journalism major, Sophie moved from Denver, Colorado to New York four years prior to study at Columbia. She was wicked smart, and sharp as a tack, and had a dream to take on the world through an investigative lens. She searched far and wide for jobs upon her arrival to the city and found an opening in Landry’s Manhattan location. It was fortunate enough that she was willing to do anything, for Lila’s dad was in desperate need of help running the Queens location due to the last person having to quit. She took her new responsibility on like a professional and bonded quickly with Lila, who was only eleven at the time. 

She told Lila that the reason she wanted to become a journalist was because of the emergence of Iron Man, and his constant battle to keep the world safe. After him came all the other Avengers that followed, and Sophie found herself tracking each and everyone with a great deal of scrutiny. In a way to keep up with everything going on, Sophie started her own podcast at the age of sixteen called Origin Story, discussing everything and anything superhero-related. It eased her into the world of journalism, and paid her relatively well, considering all the advertisers practically begging to be mentioned on her show. And when Lila got older, Sophie unofficially hired her to help her with merchandise, social media, and the occasional editing. It was Sophie’s goal to one day see to it that Lila would be a guest on her podcast, convinced that people would love to hear what she had to say.

“Hey, Half-Baked,” Lila greeted in kind, feeling Sophie bump her hip with her own. She smiled softly at the nicknames, remembering how two years ago, on an incredibly slow night, Sophie had Lila run out and grab some ice cream for the both of them. Either Soph knew or she didn’t, but Lila was feeling incredibly anxious that day after some random stranger scolded her for accidentally running into them, and was glad for the sugary reprieve. Together, with their pints of Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked and Phish Food, they sat and laughed about absolutely nothing for the rest of the evening. “How’s it going?”

“Could be better, I’ll be honest,” Sophie replied. “The computer finally died this morning, so I’ve been running everything manually for the last couple of hours. Do you know how many people tried to pay with a check? For like two or three individual flowers? It wasn’t even a bouquet or a pot, it was an individual flower and they tried to use a check like we live in the sixties-”

“I’ve got somebody on it, Soph,” Lila reassured her. “M-my friend from school’s coming tomorrow after we go out and buy a new computer. It’s gonna be fine.”

Sophie turned to look at Lila with a suspicious stare. “Oh? And who is this friend that’s got you all stuttery?”

“What? Sophie, it’s not - it’s not like that.” She might as well have told her the truth, for her cheeks were already flaring a pleasant shade of red. She sighed, knowing that her worst enemy was herself. “Fine. His name is Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I see,” Sophie’s tone wasn’t mocking, but it was definitely teasing Lila to stir more of a physical reaction to her success. Lila’s neck began to grow warm, as well as her ears. “And is Peter the boy you’re always daydreaming about?”

“I don’t daydream, Soph.”

A scoff came from Sophie’s lips, “Sure, and I’m Hawkeye. But anyways, Peter Parker.”

“Sophie-”

“What? He’s got a nice name!” Sophie defended after Lila’s voice grew weary. “It’s strong, like a superhero. You know, like Bruce Banner, or Sue Storm. Alliteration names are where it’s at. You would know, you have one.”

“Okay, I’m going back up to the greenhouse to curl up in a ball and die, thanks.”

“Love you, Phish Food. Don’t die without me!”

                           *****

“Tulip, are you home?”

“In the kitchen!” Lila answered, smiling at her other nickname, and her personal favorite. She was bent over the oven, spooning the sauce she’d made back over the cooking chicken. Pushing the rack back in and closing the oven, Lila straightened up to see her father walk in and place his things on the kitchen island next to his keys. Ted Landry sighed, smiling softly as he walked around and gave his daughter the usual kiss on her forehead in greeting. He then began to roll up his sleeves and went over to the sink to wash his hands, staring up at the racks of herbs that blocked most of the view that the window above the sink provided. 

As Lila turned to the cutting board that was perched on the opposite side of the island from where Ted placed his things, she snuck a glance at her father, always happy to see him home. His smile still sat on his lips, accentuating the few wrinkles he’d actually managed to accumulate in his early forties. It was amazing, Lila thought, how much he still smiled given their circumstances. Yes, he was successful, yes his daughter was brilliant and doing well in school, but still, after everything he’d lost…

“How was school, Tulip?” Tulip, her favorite flower since before she could name most flowers, seemed a natural nickname for Lila, according to her dad. Ted very much liked to call people by the name they preferred, and nicknames were few and far between. So Tulip was something of a rarity, much like his daughter was. “Pits and peaks, give ‘em to me.”

Lila was gently chopping up some walnuts for the salad she’d prepared along with the rest of dinner when she glanced up at her dad, who was observing the rosemary that sat on the second row of herbs. He plucked a few leaves and threw them into the oven to sit with the lemon chicken he could smell. Lila smiled, knowing she forgot to add the rosemary, and glad that her dad was there to keep up with her. “Well, a pit was Mr. Puth calling me out in front of the class to see me slip up.”

“Yeah, never liked that guy,” Ted agreed, picking up the already chopped walnuts and adding them to the bowl of spinach sitting on the far side of the counter. “Is this blueberry in here?”

“Blueberry goat cheese,” Lila answered, catching her dad’s doubtful stare. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I know, I know, I trust you. So, Mr. Puth called you out in front of the class, never fun. What was a good part of your day?”

“Um - well, I was completely on top of it in literature and launched an entire debate in the class over The Iliad. So Mr. Puth didn’t need to call on me again.” Lila took it as a personal victory, and was quite pleased with herself for not melting into a puddle in front of her classmates. She was sure it wasn’t physically possible to do so, but her anxiety always played out that delightful scenario in crystal clarity. Fortunately, that was something her dad knew.

So he let it slide. “Okay, any other peaks? There’s gotta be more to your day than just your first class is going well.” Reading her like a book, Ted watched her chop up the last of the walnuts before ushering her aside so he could take them over to the salad. She checked the kitchen timer and grabbed a tray of asparagus she’d prepared earlier and placed them below the chicken in the oven. She then helped her dad set the table for the two of them, grabbing the plates and napkins while he grabbed the cups and silverware. She headed back to her dad’s wine fridge and pulled out a white, pouring her dad a glass and retrieving a glass of water for herself. “Liz Allan told me how much her mom loves the fall wreath I made. It’s hanging on their front door.”

Ted smiled, squeezing her shoulder. “That’s fantastic, Tulip. It’s no shock, though. I mean, you always did have an eye for that sort of thing.” Lila was spared of having to grapple with the compliment by the timer going off for the oven. She waved her dad back to the table to sit down before taking the lemon chicken out of the oven as well as the asparagus. Bringing the food over, she set it down between the two plates and was about to sit down herself when her father spoke again. “It’s kind of quiet in here, Tulip. Whose week is it?”

“Uh - it’s mom’s week,” Lila said. The same touch of sadness that always hit Ted’s blue eyes appeared at the mention of Lila’s mother. Before the silence could grow heavy, she moved over to the living room where a large turntable was perched on top of a large shelf in the corner. Lila walked over, and pulled out the box that sat on the top shelf, labeled “Angelina”. Sifting through the various records that sat in the box, a smile fell on Lila’s face when she saw Billy Joel’s 52nd Street and immediately took it out of its sleeve. Only when the familiar guitar started playing did Lila return to the dinner table. Her father served her the chicken and vegetables she made and smiled at her. “Great choice, Tulip.”

And nothing else was spoken of it. For the rest of the evening, Lila and Ted Landry spoke of their days, how Ted was currently busy trying to book the Plaza Hotel for their holiday arrangements, and how Lila would need the company card to go out and purchase a new computer with Peter Parker the next night. Ted was delighted to hear how she’d gotten Peter to help, and didn’t miss the light blush that coated Lila’s cheeks when she spoke about him, nor the sparkle in her bright green eyes that accompanied it. 

                         *****

That night, after Lila finished washing her face and getting ready for bed, her phone, which rest on her nightstand, vibrated twice. Then twice more. As she picked it up to read what was on her screen, it vibrated twice again. Lila opened her messages to see several texts from an unknown number and more apparently coming.

Hi, Lila. I was just wondering if it would be okay to meet by the West doors at 2:45 tomorrow so we can go grab that computer?

It’s Peter, by the way.

Parker.

From academic decathlon.

Lila’s heart soared, and the smile that grew on her face was one that ached. Eagerly, she saved the phone number with his name and a little microscope emoji next to it. She went back to the conversation and left her own reply.

Hi, Peter. That should work just fine. See you tomorrow!

Two minutes. Then:

Great. See you then!

Lila Landry went to bed barely able to contain her excitement, and butterflies started swimming in her stomach for the afternoon she’d get to spend with Peter. 

#peter parker #peter parker x ofc #mcu #spider-man #spiderman #marvel #marvel x ofc #spider-man fic #peter parker fic #mcu x ofc #slow burn #mine

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The Empath (Pt.5/?)

Summary: Time has a way of healing itself, as many time travelers have pointed out. In this instance, the apocalypse is back on and the Umbrella Academy is scrambling to save their sister and the world. 

Word Count: 2,135 - decided I had to split it in two parts lmao

WARNINGS: Blood; Death; Language

Pairing: Diego x Reader; Platonic!klaus x Reader

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

A/N: We’re getting to the end! Do you guys want more after this? We know they go back in time, so perhaps reader goes with them and helps the team figure out how to right the wrongs? I hope you guys like this chapter. I’ve had some ideas for these specific scenes since I decided to start writing the Empath and was really excited to finally get it down.  

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You held onto a crumbling pillar as the house continued to shake, explosions coming from the bedrooms. You could feel the fear coming from the members of the Umbrella Academy but from Vanya? That was new feeling you had never felt before. There was an anger, a feeling of contempt, but it was... Calm. Full of power. It seemed to creep through your veins slowly, making you feel like you were swimming in a pool of molasses. 

You almost didn’t hear Klaus calling your name, but his anxiety brought you back, frantic energy coursing through you again. “[Y/N]! Get out!” 

“What about you?!” 

“I’m finding Diego and mom! Just go!” 

You considered following him for a moment but ultimately deciding running was the best option. You weren’t sure how Vanya’s anger was going to affect you and you couldn’t stop the apocalypse if you were dead. 

You tripped over a crack in the foyer, groaning as you tried to push yourself back up. Out of all the ways you imagined yourself dying, getting crushed by a falling building by a woman with newly discovered powers was definitely not what you expected. Multiple overdoses managed to not kill you, of course it would take getting crushed to finish the job.

Large hands grabbed your own, pulling you from a dip in the floor before helping you back to your feet. “Luther!” He didn’t reply as he gently guided you back outside. Allison wrapped you in a hug when you joined her, wiping a bit of blood off your brow. You reached up to gently run your fingers over the cut, pulling them back down to inspect the warm blood that coated them as if you could see whatever Vanya was feeling that caused you to feel like that. 

“Klaus,” you realized, running down the street to look down the alley between the Umbrella Academy and the next business. “Klaus! Diego!” You gasped as the building finished falling, Diego screaming for his mother. 

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You held the cuff of the sleeve of your cardigan to your cut as you watched Diego try to search through the rubble for his mom. 

“Diego,” Klaus said softly. “Diego.” He stepped up to grab his brother, pulling him back. 

“Let me go! What are you doing?” 

“Stop! Stop! Mom’s-” Klaus shook his head sadly. “Mom’s gone. She’s gone.”

“What do you wanna do? You wanna-- wanna... w-w-w-w-walk away from this?” 

“No.” Klaus shook his head again. The pain and sadness hung on you like a weight, and there was nothing you could do to allieviate it. You wanted to comfort the men in front of you, but as close as you and Klaus were, was there anything you could say to him to make this better?

“What about Pogo?” Diego asked with a little more force in his voice again. 

“He didn’t make it,” Luther announced when he and Allison finally joined the rest of the group. “Vanya killed him.” 

Klaus shared a look with the empty space beside him. Diego shook his head in disbelief. “But Vanya wouldn’t--”

Luther interrupted, “No, I saw it. Just before we got out.” Allison looked down in shame, dragging her eyes over the ruins of their home. 

“Mom. Now Pogo.” Diego slowly lowered himself to sit on a vaguely smooth piece of a former wall. 

Your heart ached as you watched Diego. You wanted to comfort him, hold him, something, but after your fight earlier you wondered if he would allow it. 

Five jumped over the ruins, a newspaper in his hand as he shouted, “Guys!” Everyone looked at the youngest appearing member. “This is it. The apocalypse is still on. The world ends today.”

You huffed, dropping your hand from your forehead in defeat. Of course the world was still fucking ending. 

“I thought you said it was over!” Luther reminded, taking a few steps forward. 

“I was wrong, okay?” Five held up the newspaper in his hand. “This newspaper, I found in the future the day I got stuck. The headline hasn’t changed.” 

Diego shook his head, refusing to look at anyone, jaw set to keep himself from crying. “No, that doesn’t mean anything. Time could’ve been altered since that newspaper came out this morning.” 

“You’re not listening to me!” Five grumbled bitterly. “When I found it, I assumed this place came down along with everything else. But here we are! The Moon’s still shining, the Earth is in one piece... But not the Academy.” He waved the newspaper to accentuate each word. 

Klaus quickly lunged forward to snatch the paper from his brother’s hand. “I’m confused,” he mumbled as he started to look at it, angling himself to use the light from a nearby fire to illuminate the words. 

“Then listen to me, you idiot!” Five followed him for a second. “Vanya destroys the Academy before the apocalypse.” He let out a huff. “I thought Harold Jenkins was the cause, he was the fuse. Vanya is the bomb. Vanya causes the apocalypse.” 

Everyone looked up when they heard the blades of a helicopter, the search lights starting to graze over the destruction. 

“We have to find her. Regroup at the Super Star! Go!” Luther demanded, everyone taking off in different directions. You followed behind Klaus and Ben, though you weren’t totally aware of the other. 

-----------------

“Look, I hate to be the one to say this but everyone needs to prepare,” Luther began once everyone had taken a few moments to clean up and rent a lane. 

“For what?” Diego growled. 

“To do whatever it takes to stop Vanya,” Luther answered. Allison smacked Luther in the chest with her notebook. “We may not have a choice, Allison!”

“Bullshit.” Diego glared at Luther. “There’s always a choice.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Five questioned. 

“Not killing your sister is an option,” you suggested sarcastically, confused grimace on your face, holding up your hand as you did. 

“You’re not even part of this family,” Luther reminded, causing you to roll your eyes. “Look, whatever we decide, we have to find Vanya.” Luther stood up with a sigh. “And fast, okay? She could be anywhere.” 

“Or, right here,” Klaus spoke up from where he was flipping through the newspaper. “Look at this.” He leaned foward so everyone could catch a look at the ad. 

“That’s right. Her concert is tonight,” Diego remembered quietly.

“Hello,” the worker said cheerfully. “I hate to intrude but my manager says if you’re not gonna bowl, you gotta leave.” 

You huffed as you stood up to get out of Luther’s way as he grabbed a ball, tossing it over his shoulder, still managing a strike. 

Allison scribbled on her notebook before holding it up to Luther. She’s our sister. 

“We’re the only ones capable of stopping this. We have a responsibility to Dad.”

You and Klaus rolled your eyes in unison, but Diego snapped. “To Dad?! No, I’ve heard enough about--” 

“He sacrificed everything to bring us back together!” 

“Did he, though? He sounds like a dramatic bitch,” you whispered to Klaus from where you stood behind him, rolling you sleeves to cover the blood on the cuffs. 

“I’m with Luther on this one,” Five decided, leaning forward to rest his elbows against his knees.  “We can’t give her a chance to fight back. There are billions of lives at stake. We’re past trying to save just one.” 

Klaus looked over at the table where the bowling balls were stored, nodding slightly before looking back at the others. “Hey, you know guys, uh.... Maybe I could help,” he suggested. 

Luther huffed and Five rolled his eyes. “Now is not the time.”

“No. Let him finish.” Diego took a few steps toward Klaus. “He saved my life today,” he clarified when Luther gave him a questioning look. 

Klaus looked directly behind him with an apologetic smile. 

“Is that true?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I did... Take credit for it.” Klaus motioned awkwardly to the space beside him. “In fact the real hero... Was Ben.” 

Everyone silently stared at Klaus in disbelief. 

“Look.... Today. Today, he punched me in the face.” Klaus pointed at his face as he walked to stand beside Diego. “And earlier at the house, he was the one who saved Diego. Not me.” 

“You are unbelievable, Klaus,” Luther huffed. 

“Ben did punch him! I saw it,” you defended, Klaus holding his hand out toward you as proof. 

“Forgive me for not trusting the junkie in love with Klaus.” A flash of fire took over your hand for a second before dying out just as fast as it came. 

“You want proof, is that it?” Klaus grabbed a bowling ball, turning it over in his hands a few times. “All right. I’ll give you proof.” He sniffed, mimicking throwing it a few times. “Showtime, baby.” 

Everyone watched the ball arch in the air, and it bounce on the floor. 

You closed your eyes, scrunching your face as if you were in pain. “Oh, babe,” you whispered with a huff. 

Klaus pressed his lips into a tight line, ruffling his hair as everyone glared at him. 

“Is there anyway you can silence the voice in your head that screams out to be the center of attention?” Luther growled. 

Klaus turned to look at his brother. “You know, I liked you a lot better before you got laid.” 

Luther and Allison’s eyes both went wide at that. Luther glanced at the woman in fear. 

“Which was a complete.... It-- It wasn’t his fault, ‘cause he was ridiculously high, right?” Klaus tried to explain to Allison. 

“Klaus,” you tried warning. 

“And-- And the girl, she thought he was a furry--” 

“Stop!” Luther finally interrupted. 

Klaus folded in on himself, mumbling an apology. 

Luther followed an annoyed Allison outside, Klaus and Diego sitting back down. 

You sighed and started to pace a bit, wondering how you were going to help stop Vanya when she made you feel like that. You were distracted by a woman and her son coming up to your group. 

“Excuse me! Excuse me, it’s my son Kenny’s birthday today, and... Uh... Wouldn’t your son be happier playing with kids his own age?” She looked between Klaus and Diego. “Assuming it’s okay with your two dads.” 

Klaus and Diego shared surprised looks with each other. Diego quickly reached out to grab your hand as you had stopped pacing beside his seat, pulling you beside him so he could wrap his arm around your waist. “I’m okay with it if you are, baby,” he said up to you with a playful smirk. 

You placed your arm across his shoulders with ease, making note of how natural this felt. You heard the woman mumble an apology for assuming the wrong two people were the couple. “I’m fine with it, darling. Go have fun, Five!” 

Five grimaced at you both, grinding his teeth in annoyance. “I would rather chew off my own foot,” he snarled at the boy and his mother. 

Kenny and his mom recoiled at that, quickly walking away back to his party. “I’m so sorry!” you called after her. “Teenagers, am I right?” 

Five stormed off and it was a moment before you and Diego figured out that you were still connected. You took your hand back and tried to take a step back, but Diego kept a firm hold on you. “I want to apologize. For earlier. I was being a dick,” he said softly. 

You could feel the regret for his words and it made you feel a lot better. You smiled, replacing your arm on his shoulders. “We’re okay,” you assured. “I know how rough lost love can be.” Diego let you go then, but you left a kiss on his scar before pulling away the rest of the way. “You can always talk to me, you know.” He just smiled a bit in response. 

“You’re bleeding again,” Diego pointed out, standing up to look at the gash. He held up his finger to get you to wait for him, running to the food counter to grab some napkins. You sat in the spot he just abanoned, smiling fondly when he came back. 

“You wanna go out after all this?” 

You flinched when he pressed on the cut, Diego offering his other hand for you to hold. “You really think we’re gonna survive all this?”

“Hey, Klaus?” Diego asked over his shoulder. “Can ghosts date each other?” 

You giggled, punching the vigilante in the stomach. 

“That’s not how you should treat the guy who is trying to make sure you don’t bleed out,” he pointed out, giving your hand a squeeze. 

You rolled your eyes, hitting him again just out of spite. “Fine, we’ll go out. Either on this plane of existence or the next.” 

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Rockstar! Cor x Loqi AU

This has long been in our prompts. Collaborating with @moonraccoon-exe​ for this is one of the best things ever!

It took me quite a while to post this, but I hope you guys enjoy this extremely long (but fuilfilling) read and the illustrations! 

Headcanons:

First things first: Rockstar!Corqi. Aye.

Not so surprisingly, our Loqi is a self-proclaimed NUMBAH ONE FAN; but he is in hiding ‘cause of his family standing. Can’t really have his parents catch him being a rock/metalhead now, can he?

Loqi is, as usual, the son of a high-society family. His entire life revolves around high-society stuff (parties, school, friends, etc.). Hence why it would be ludicrous and scandalous if he was to come out as enjoying of such things like rock and metal bands (people in tight leather pants, piercings, tattoos, and crazy haircuts, sweating and screaming and singing and jumping on a stage with a bunch of noisy screeching smelly mentally ill teens that apparently hit each other as a hobby? EW, SOOOOO UNREFINED AND SAVAGE!).  

Guess Loqi enjoys that sort of music both just because he connects with it, and because usually rock & metal tend to be aggressive. So it’s sorta perfect for him to vent his own aggressiveness through it. 

Besides, he could NEVER talk about it to anyone; not only is that music unaccepted and seen as unrefined and savage among his family and social circles, it just so happens that his favorite artist is a Lucian. Loqi could NEVER IN LIFE talk about such a HORRIBLE thing! 

((Niflheim and Lucis aren’t at war, but there’s still that tension/arrogance from the high-class Nifs to look down on the Lucians))But despite the secrecy, he has like, 20 posters of him and his band. Photo albums and newspaper clippings.

Loqi has a secret /panic/ room where he hides everything. Sometimes sleeps in it, hugging a custom dakimakura (A/N: I’m laughing cos I remember Matt Mercer and his dakimakura in Critical Role  [Coon here: LMAO OMG RUI XD]).

Posters, photo albums, newspaper clippings, magazine covers, his Cor dakimakura (...I mean we can’t blame him), heck, Loqi probably has the goddamn action figurines. Or nitotans and custom plushies. 

Let’s talk about Cor. Rockstar Cor.

Cor in even more/more stylish black clothes. Cor….WITH EYELINER. 

  Cor sings. You wouldn’t believe it from him because he may come off as too serious, but Cor has ONE DAMN GOOD VOICE, especially for the rock/metal genre.  

Cor’s actually a good performer; as in, he doesn’t just have the voice, he does great on the stage too. Public never grows bored. 

Can we imagine a smirking singing Cor that’s sweaty from the 1.40 hours of concert and the spotlights, thank you. 

Cor is sexy. And he KNOWS THAT. 

Being a musician since like age 20, Cor has gone the ages being praised and adored by the public both as a musician and due to his looks. 25 years into the praise, you can tell someone’s raising some ego (A/N: You know, like Hyde or godsdamn Gackt).

Now the juicy part of this; the story.

Cor and his band are going to tour and they opened some dates in different Niflheim cities. 

Let me say that again in Loqi language.

COR AND HIS BAND ARE COMING HERE OHMFYGODAJW DNJDSJFN CORANDHISBANDARECOMINGINEEDTOGO OH GODS HELP ME IAMSOFUCKEDTHISISTHEBESTDAYOFMY/L I F E/

Loqi has luck he has that safe room, he has somewhere to scream without freaking his parents out.Loqi bought the tickets as soon as they were available.Loqi is seated on his chair, like both hands and feet on it like a damn gargoyle, intensely staring at the computer screen’s clock, so he can SMASH THAT REFRESH BUTTON as soon as midnight hits so he can be the very FIRST to get a ticket for the concert.HE. HAS. TO. GO. 

He KNOWS it’s going to be so hard because of his situation. His parents are strict and picky, they won’t let him out so easily, even less if he doesn’t have a good explanation, he’s keeping all this thing a secret, he just can’t say he goes to a concert, and besides, going out of the house is only the beginning; once out, he has to make it away of home without being seen by ANYONE (the only time when having security cameras AND guards AND dogs become a problem), and once away of home, he could be seen by ANYONE in the streets; his schoolmates are often out on friday and weekend nights clubbing, the concert is going to be in one of the clubbing areas, he could run into ANYONE, heck he could run into anyone that knows him DURING THE CONCERT ITSELF, and THEN he has to make it back home with the same secrecy. It’s giganormous quantities of problems.

….but HE HAS TO GO OR HIS NAME IS NOT GODDAMN LOQI FUCKING TUMMELT.

It’s a once in a lifetime chance, he can’t miss seeing his favorite artist/band live! Who knows when, or IF they will ever come back to Nif again!

Going to the concert actually proves much easier than expected.

His parents don’t check his room at night, and he locks it anyway; he goes out through a window, and maybe convinces a guard to help him out (“I’m not going to do anything bad, I’m just...going to...go see...see someone” because Loqi would VERY much rather his family think he’s dating someone than knowing he went to a rock concert [the guard was all winks and smiles like “Aaaaaaah, THAT stage of youth. I used to do this for your father too you know”   “EEEW, too much info! >:(“]) 

Loqi darling goes around in his most “peasant” clothing, which includes a hoodie, and wears a mouth mask to hide at least half his face.

And finally, without much trouble, Loqi arrives in the concert.

He was early so he could be as close to the front as possible.You should have seen him when the lights went off and the band came out; he went HYSTERICAL

Composed, high-class, serious and ice-cold Loqi, suddenly losing his shit, bouncing on his feet, and shrieking out, waving his concert lighters they hand out at the entrance.aSdsdlfjalksdsad jesus christ I’m loving this so much ahahahah (A/N: SAME COONIE SAME)

You should have seen his face when he saw Cor. *Eyes all gleamy and mouth a bit open like he was a believer seeing his god right in front of him. Full of absolute ADORATION and fan-to-idol love....Loqi may or MAY NOT have gotten a bit teary eyed DON’T JUDGE HIM.((Pls understand him, Loqi’s not very comfy at home due to all the restrictions and he’s been fan of this band for YEARS and he has literally NO ONE to talk to about them or the music, and it’s music that speaks straight to and about his most intimate feelings.))

 And now he’s right in front of them. Of course he would get a bit emotional after years of bottling frustration up <33

Loqi DOES have a little problem, though. 

He is. Too. SHORT.

He’s very close to the front, he was actually on the very first row, but most people, especially male, are much taller than him, so he was forced out and sent a few rows back. Even the people that don’t mean to take advantage of his size can be troubles, as they’re bumping into him, pushing, even crushing the poor thing. 

And don’t get me wrong, Loqi has (a bit too aggressively) pushed people too, and he’s in amazing physical conditions. It’s just the height, dammit.

You know, the  band are known for being super friendly with the fans, both on and off stage. On stage, they’re known for ALWAYS bringing multiple people on stage at different moments of the concert. 

Oh, so this is surely the “I’m going to bring someone on stage and, oh surprise, I just made eye contact with the story’s other protagonist, who I happen to find angelically BEAUTIFUL, so I’ll bring this person on stage and we just fell in love and I’ll kiss them” story, right?

WRONG. 

Loqi DOES come “on stage” of sorts….after ALMOST DYING.

There was a moment of the concert,  you know, everyone is so hyped and ecstatic and they’re having fun, so it just happens the crowd starts calling for a Death Wall (you know, crowd parts in two, and then both parts RUN TO EACH OTHER so they can crash and the HARDCORE SLAM BEGINS). There is a REASON it’s called the DEATH wall lmao

So dear Loqi and some other fans, mostly the younger ones, among Death Wall and slam, they end up a bit scared, injured, or like in Loqi’s case and more dangerously, falling down.Cor and his band may get a bit too much into the fun sometimes, but they’re good people and they care about their fans’ wellbeing above the fun or the fame or the music itself.

So of course Cor STOPS THE ENTIRE CONCERT.

BECAUSE SURE HE'S RIGHT NEXT TO HIS IDOL BUT IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE, LIKE, LIKE...LIKE   T  H  I  S

And he’s like “WOAH OKAY CHILL PEOPLE, CHILL, WAIT A MINUTE, SOME PEOPLE FELL AND IF YOU DON’T TAKE IT EASY YOU’LL END UP HURTING THEM, OKAY, BE CAREFUL” and while most people stop, there’s some idiots (because there’s ALWAYS some stupid idiots) that don’t, so Cor has security go check on the people that fell and/or are injured.

And THAT’S the story of how Loqi got to be on stage with his favorite band!For like 30 seconds. Unconscious. In the arms of some buffy security guy. That crossed the stage only to get this boy to backstage. Lmao. Loqi-ly, dear angry blond pup wasn’t injured, just knocked out. He wakes up backstage...AND HE JUST /FREAKS OUT/SO MUCH--

Loqi wakes up after the concert is over and the band has already come backstage to chill.So all that Loqi knows is that some stupid idiot elbowed him in the face, he was knocked out, and he’s waking up in this strange wide room he’s never seen before in his life and how did he get there anD COR FUCKING LEONIS IS SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-YOU CAN’T BLAME HIM FOR FREAKING OUT.

So Loqi’s natural reaction is to gasp and then yelp shortly, and shoot up on his feet and points at Cor and he screams “YOU’RE COR LEONIS!!!” because pointing out the obvious is apparently the natural reaction to seeing something obvious. 

So Cor finds it amusing and laughs and makes some comment about how “why yes I think I am” and about how he’s “always pleased to meet a fan.”And ooooh BOI, Loqi’s having NONE OF THAT.

Loqi for SOME REASON thinks it’s embarrassing and humiliating that someone else knows that he’s Cor’s fan, and it makes no sense because the one that knows is COR HIMSELF, but Loqi’s still this stubborn, difficult little shit and for SOME REASON he gets all worked up and isn’t happy to meet him, he’s just plain upset and tries to pretend this isn’t like the DREAM OF HIS LIFE.AND THEN HE TRIES SO HARD TO CONTAIN HIS FEELS HE BLURTS OUT RUDE THINGS TO COR

“Damn you look older up close—“

"Geez, chill, relax, you're safe now"

"SAFE? I WAS SAFE ON MY OWN, I WAS NOT- I DIDN'T EVEN- I'M NOT EVEN YOUR FAN"

"what"

"YOU HEARD ME, I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE." 

"then why were you here in the first-"

"WHAT DO YOU cARE OHMYGOD STOP HARASSING ME”

Maybe Cor also teases him and the little Loqi realizes how douchebag this idol of his is BUT HE CAN’T DO NO SHIT HE STILL LOVES HIM 

And Cor's like--whoa first time he encounters a fan who kinda hates him? (does that even make sense wtf).Like, he’s met haters and fans, but this is a fan that hates him and holy moogles is that even possible? How do you love someone by hating them how does it work Cor doesn’t understand. 

And he’s sorta puzzled you know. Because Loqi’s wearing a wristband of the band, he was at the concert very close to the front, and he recognized Cor immediately. So he IS a fan. But he behaves so unlike any other fan Cor has ever met in the past 25 years of career; he’s met people that scream and cry out of excitement, some that clap and smile, many that ask for photos, some that are very timid and don’t even talk at all, he’s met some that have even cried….but he’s NEVER ever before encountered a fan like this.

Loqi is calling him names, pointing out rude things or making up some comments just to be rude, he’s freaking out at the slightest comment or movement from Cor, BUT he also burns red in the face, BUT he’s also walking in circles yelling “WHERE IS THE GODDAMN DOOR I WANNA LEAVE NOW THANKS”. Loqi is the rarest and a very unique one-in-among-literally-everybody-else fan…...And hoh OH BOI LOQI, GOOD LUCK,  THE IMMORTAL JUST GOT VERY, VERY CURIOUS

And then after that concert the universe just fucks them up and the two had to meet in accident. A lot.

“Oh, it’s the midget from the concert—”

“SHUT UP YOU TALL DARK AND HANDSO---HANDS OFF MY POODLE--(cos yeah maybe loqi is walking his dog)

For some reason, Loqi attracts danger because for some reason we all creators apparently like to injure him a lot lmao

And for his luck, Cor joins to save the day! /o/ 

Like, I don’t know, some assault. And precious tsundere sunshine is shoved into an alleyway with the poodle (not the poodle!) while he was trying to get Cor off him, so that’s the two in troubles.Luckily, both manage to get rid of troubles, but Loqi takes a bad hit to the head that plain knocks him out.

And when he wakes up, Cor STUPID Leonis is sitting RIGHT THERE BESIDES HIM.IN HIS ROOM.

"Well. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty"

"..what"

"Took you quite a while. Don't worry, you didn't need stitches."

"...is this my room?"

"Well, yeah."

"How did you know where I- THAT IS HARASSMENT AND I COULD- SUE YOU  YOU PERVERTED- OLD MAN, HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE!?"

"Well, you were knocked out, and I checked your wallet for some info, your parents' number or something"

"YOU CALLED MY PA-"

"And I saw your address in your ID so. Sorry for...invading your privacy, it's just your house was closer than the hospital and it wasn't a bad hit so---"

"DO MY PARENTS KNOW YOU'RE HERE OHMYGOD"

"Well yeah someone had to open the door. Nice posters, by the way."

Because by the time Loqi notices, apparently while he was knocked out Cor found his panic room where he has ALL his Cor merchandise. All the Cor posters. The action figures. The CDs. E v e r y t h i n g.*insert Loqi screaming internally*

And Cor being the nice guy he offers to sign those unsigned posters of him

"...is that my face on that pillo-"

"nO!!!"

"well THAT'S definitely me on that pillow, where did you get that? You sleep with it?"

"NO I BEAT CRICKETS AND BEDBUGS WITH IT---OF COURSE IT'S A PILLOW WHAT ELSE AM I GONNA USE IT FOR--!"

"...so you want me to sign-? :)"

"yeh :'("

Loqi half-gives up. Cor found his panic room, there’s no way he can lie anymore to this stupid handsome jerk. So Loqi just sits on his bed hugged to a pillow, face buried in it, while Cor comes in and out of the panic room bringing the most interesting merchandise he finds. Laughing. Asking over and over if he “signs this”, “this one too?”, “maybe this one, this one is cute.” 

Lmao, Loqi’s parents, though.Because Cor has to leave at some point, he has to walk out the main door, and for that he has to come out of Loqi’s room, so it’s just unavoidable, the Tummelts meeting Cor.

“You have a nice house, thanks for receiving me.”

“Yeah...uh...thanks for taking our son home…”

“Fine, fine, keep going, Leonis.”

“So, you is this man your friend, Loqi?”

“N-NO! OF COURSE NOT, NO!”

“...so do you know him?”

“NO! I MEAN- yeah, but, not like know-know him, he’s- no! Let’s just leave, dammit.”

“...would you like to stay for dinner?”

“HE WOULDN’T.”

“I’d love to! :D”

It’s not that Loqi’s parents like him. It’s that they’re trying to figure who this man is and if they should call the police.He looks like a Lucian. What is their pureblood, noble, high society, beautiful Nif son doing hanging with...this...black leather-dressed, eyeliner “hobo” of a Lucian.((Hey, hey, Tummelt mama and papa, those clothes are rockstar, ROCKSTAR, not “hobo” >:( ))How does the romance start, though, huh. HUH. IDEAS. LET’S MAKE AN IDEA RAIN.

But in the end, even Cor charms both Loqi’s parents with his wit. 

And Loqi, regardless of all the embarrassment, is blushing, happy and giddy. 

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