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delcakoo · 1 year

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i choose you! ˚ᘒ ˖˚𓈒 n.rk

SUMMARY ! at last, your journey begins on route 1 with your first pokemon by your side.. and your pesky neighbor who somehow angers a flock of pidgeys enough to chase the both of you back to where you started. but don’t worry, riki will be there to protect you.. probably!

PAIRING ! pokemontrainer!niki x gn!reader

WC ! 3.7k

GENRE ! pokemon au (dont need to know that much to understand) frenemies to lovers, fluff <3

WARNINGS ! riki’s nickname for you is dummy, mentions of scraped knews/elbows, bandaged wounds, blood, being attacked by birds

a/n: this has been in my drafts since january cuz i only wrote it for the pokemon nostalgia and im kinda iffy abt it.. i tried to clean it up tho so hope u all enjoy!

ding dong! ding dong! dingdongdingdongdingdongdingdo—

you practically yank your front door off the wall in vexation, the ringing in your ears dissipating the moment your annoying neighbour comes into view. he has a cheeky grin plastered across his pale face as his finger drops from your doorbell, shoving into his short’s pockets mischievously.

he tilts his head, and his black wavy hair bounces along animatedly. “ready to go, dummy?”

you’ve had the misfortune (or fortune) of being glued to nishimura riki’s side since birth.

you were the same age, yet it felt more like you were babysitting than hanging out with a friend during most of the time spent with him. your neighbor was the definition of a dork; an impulsive idiot with no sense of limits or rules that you’d constantly have to take control of before he did something stupid (though, there was no harm in letting it happen and relishing in the entertainment every so often). in fact, you could dare him to lick the sidewalk in exchange for a single oran berry, and he’d do it without hesitation.

reckless or not, you couldn’t deny your vast soft spot for the raven haired boy, considering he’s grown up with you and all.

but today, riki’s grin and visible excitement shockingly held a valid reason.

“hell yeah,” you reply with a smirk, gripping your backpack tighter once you descend down the front porch.

riki’s arm finds its way around your shoulder, smile growing as he stares down at you. “can you believe it, y/n? today’s really the day.”

you chuckle and nod. “yup, all those years at the academy will finally pay off.”

at least, it would for you; it was a miracle riki even graduated, noting that he still didn’t even know what would beat a dark type pokemon if one were to jump in front of him now.

“wonder what type of pokemon our starters will be,” he ponders. “i hope mine’s a dragon!”

“eh.. i think a bug type suits you better.”

in reply, he violently pinches your arm. “ay, ‘bet you’ll get a poison type with that attitude.”

while the bantering continues, the sliding door to your town’s lab eventually parts for the both of you. the high ceiling building was filled with all sorts of strange machines and metal tubes, and it was rather quiet besides the occasional sounds of pokemon chirping and playing in the distance. you vageuly remember being here once before on a field trip, as well as the memory of riki almost releasing a wild pokemon from it’s enclosure and getting your whole academy banned.

ah, good times.

as you trail inside, you feel something enclosed around your hand and carefully lace through your fingers. you glance down to investigate, brows furrowing at the sight of riki’s hand clasping yours tightly.

“..what are you doing?” you mutter with warm cheeks.

he shrugs. “this is a big moment, so i felt like holding your hand.” riki didn’t seem phased nor flustered at all, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. it wasn’t too surprising for him to initiate physical touch, yet for whatever reason something as simple as hand holding was making a strange feeling erupt in your stomach.

though before you could question him further, a feeble voice echoed blaringly through the laboratory. “my my, what do we have here?”

and in walks who you remember as professor bonsai, icy white lab coat nearly touching the ground as her frail fingers reach up to adjust her green glasses. you recall the old woman visiting the academy once or twice, and it was easy to tell she knew a whole lot more about pokemon than any of your teachers or trainers just by how she spoke of them.

to his disappointment, you quickly rip your hand from your neighbour’s, bowing politely. “professor bonsai, it’s an honor!” you exclaim with enthusiasm. riki quickly bows too, following you closely.

the woman’s lips raise, scanning you up and down. “ah, i remember you. y/n, correct?” you quickly nod, smiling. when the professor looks over to riki, her welcoming expression drops, wrinkles deepening unpleasantly. “and you..”

riki’s eyes widened, scratching his neck nervously. he seems to have made a bad first impression with the woman in the past, and you couldn’t say you were surprised in the slightest. “uh, hi again.. professor.”

“lord arceus.. ” she mumbles disapprovingly before clearing her throat. “alright then, both of you this way.”

with that, the old lady turns, walking away and leaving you and riki to exchange worried glances.

“she definitely hates me,” riki whispers as you follow her through the lab.

you raise a judging brow, pinching his side. “probably for good reason. i bet you played some stupid prank on her at the academy or something.”

comically, his eyes widen. “how’d you know?”

as you open your mouth to reply with ‘because you’re riki’, the professor stops, gesturing to a small table under a bright light behind her.

“here we are, i assume you’ve already had the lecture of what it means to have your first pokemon?”

you nod, while riki watches dumbly. “yes professor.”

“then, you may pick one,” she states.

instantly, you freeze up.

there lay three shining red pokeballs, each in their own little capsules on display to the two of you.

that’s when it hit you that this was fully happening. the moment you’ve been waiting for since your first day at the academy; the day you’d get your first pokemon — your partner for life.

you glance over at riki.

when it came to your childhood friend, it felt like you already had a partner for life, as cheesy as it sounded.

you shake your head, riki would tease the hell out of me if i said that out loud.

while you were in deep thought, riki had already walked closer to the three mystery pokeballs, ever so carefully grabbing the middle one.

he glances over to the professor, who’s studying his actions sternly. “do i just- can i..?”

“go ahead,” she deadpans.

you watch in awe as riki throws the pokeball in front of him, red light flowing out of it before a small, turtle like creature with a single sapling coming out of its head plops onto the ground. it was mostly a pale green with a hint of yellow on it’s chin and feet, and a small brown shell adorned it’s smooth back.

“oh my god, it’s so cute,” you squeak in awe, rushing over to pet the pokemon’s shell. riki grins, quickly kneeling next to you to do the same. you fail to notice how every so often, his gaze bounces over to thoroughly take in your beaming expression rather than the little creature before him.

“that one is turtwig,” professor bonsai informs. “he’s a grass type, and the shell on his back is made from soil, which hardens when he drinks water.”

when riki scratches under turtwig’s neck, the creature chirps in delight, leaning into his touch more than yours. “guess i’ll have to buy lots of water,” riki declares, “i’ll choose him.”

without another moment of hesitation, he picks up the small pokemon, holding it in his arms happily. turtwig wiggles around, licking riki’s fingers and making the boy giggle cutely.

you gaze at them in desire, impatience rushing through you. riki observes as you pace over to the remaining two pokeballs, hesitantly taking the left one. the ball feels stable in your grasp, so shiny that you could make out your reflection reflecting onto the red lid. “pick a good one, dummy,” he cheers you on cheekily.

you roll your eyes in fake annoyance, still smirking as you gently throw the ball before you. rather unceremoniously, a small blue penguin flops out of the ball, face planting right onto the hard floor with an ugly chirp.

professor bonsai sighs, and riki bursts into a mean cackle. meanwhile you gasp, rushing over to help the pokemon up and into your embrace. “poor thing, are you okay? i’m sorry, i must’ve thrown it too hard.”

in response, the penguin puffs out its chest stubbornly, yet its expression screams that it’s embarrassed. the creature’s tiny yellow beak was slightly in a pout, and it took everything in you to not boop it fondly.

professor bonsai rubs her forehead. “that’s piplup, her species is rather clumsy yet very prideful. she has a hard time accepting food from humans and bonding with trainers that try to get close to her — and as you can see, she puffs out her chest whenever she falls down, which is quite often due to her poor walking abilities.”

contrary to the woman’s words, piplup seemed to enjoy your presence, peering up at you in satisfaction as you rubbed her tummy. however, when riki walks over to pet her as well, there was nothing to prepare him for when she decides to rudely peck his hand.

riki jumps back, nearly dropping turtwig. “ow!” he whines, and you swear you see the professor snicker proudly in the background.

“that’s what you get for laughing at her,” you declare, sticking your tongue out teasingly. piplup, who was now completely relaxed in your hold, sticks her small tongue out as well, making you burst into laughter. “if it’s okay, i’ll gladly take her, professor.”

she nods, nudging her glasses up with the tip of her finger. “very well then. do you both know where to go from here?”

“yeah,” “no,” you and riki blurt in sync.

unsurprised, you roll your eyes. “don’t worry, i have him under control.” with piplup sitting carefully on your shoulder, you grab riki’s forearm, quickly leading him out. “thank you professor, we’ll be sure to repay you!”

———

“i wanna be the very best, that no one ever was! dun dun du-dun, to catch them is my real test, to train th—ow!” riki pauses his serenading, cradling the arm that you’d pinched rudely.

“shut up, i’m trying to read this useless piece of shit,” you bark. “seriously who drew this thing? even you could make a better map than this!”

it’s quiet for a moment as the four of you continue wandering to who knows where, piplup fast asleep on your shoulder while riki and turtwig searched around cluelessly. there were freakishly large trees surrounding every mile of land, and lots of patches with wild grass that you both made sure to steer clear of; the last thing you needed was to fight wild pokemon before you could even buy pokeballs at the next town.

originally, you suspected that going from the lab to route one would be a piece of cake, but clearly not everything could go perfect in a day. unless you were reading it wrong (which you probably were), your map sent you in repetitive circles — and of course, the boy next to you didn’t provide much support.

abruptly, turtwig lets out a small chirp of his name minutes later, gesturing backwards with a prompt nod. riki follows his pokemon’s guide, eyes widening a fraction. “hey dummy, we’re looking for route one.. right?” he suddenly inquires, tapping your shoulder.

you roll your eyes, “yes, i told you that like an hour ago—“ you finally look up from your map and follow the boy’s gaze, jaw hanging off your face when you see a giant, obnoxious white sign reading ‘route 1’ on it.

you feel your eye twitch in annoyance. you were supposed to be on map duty while he kept an eye out for the destinations you read off. “you’ve got to be kidding me! riki, you were supposed to be looking for that humongous thing right in the middle of the forest for the past hour, are you blind?”

“i don’t know, turtwig didn’t see it either! i was just.. excited,” he defends.

how on earth am i supposed to survive with this idiot? you huff, folding up the map and throwing it into your backpack’s side pocket. next to you, riki has a small, discouraged pout on his lips, walking with his head slightly down.

his posture makes your eyes soften, guilt rushing through you as you reach up to pat his shoulder gently. “it’s okay, ki. sorry for yelling,” you apologise quietly.

riki kicks a rock into the air out of impulse, and you watch as it rockets all the way into a near patch of grass with no mercy. “nah, i deserved it anyway.”

then, an angry squak rips from the grass in front of you, right where riki had booted that stone.

you grip his shoulder in concentration, patting piplup awake with your other hand. “riki..”

“no y/n, seriously,” he insists, “i really do need to start focusing. we’ve only just left and..”

while he blabbers, you’re busy witnessing a raging flock of pidgeys fly up from the tall grass, furiously glaring down at the two of you.

“riki!” you holler, yanking him by his backpack. piplup is chirping frantically, holding on tightly as you grab riki’s hand and pull him behind while you sprint for your life.

the wavy haired boy has barely processed anything; nearly tripping on his own sneakers. when he looks back and realises the situation, riki’s eyes double in size comically. one pidgey hurls a small whirlwind right at him, and he narrowly dodges out of the way milliseconds prior with the help of turtwig’s warning chirp. “holy shit! what the hell do those ugly pigeons want!?”

“that rock you kicked must’ve hit one of them!” you scream your reply, anxiously feeling the birds getting closer. they were all scowling aggressively, clearly not up to discuss or show mercy.

just as you prepare to speed up even more, you feel the warmth of your neighbour’s hand get pulled away as a strong, angry gust yanks you away and down to the ground, piplup rolling off your back in the process and leaving riki screeching to a halt. your elbows and knees burn from scraping against the dirt, and the spinning in your head emits a groan from your lips.

nonetheless, you turn yourself onto your back in determination, sitting up on your palms again achingly. “get out of here!” you order riki, “me and piplup can deal with it.” the blue penguin chirps in agreement as she gets up herself, stretching her tiny arms and puffing up her chest again in an attempt of intimidation.

the pidgeys have almost caught up to the both of you, yet riki refrained from standing down; instead rushing to stand in front of you defensively. “no y/n, i have to do something helpful today,” he snaps. “turtwig, use razor leaf!”

riki spoke confidently as if he’s done this a million times before, yet it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that this encounter was both of your first ever real battles.

your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets at his command. “what— but— riki no! grass types are unaffective against flying types, we learned this in—“

it was too late — turtwig had already jumped in front of you in obedience to his owner, throwing an attack at the brown creatures with an angry howl.

but just as you’d explained, the normally sharp leaves had barely any effect on the pidgeys, only infuriating them further as they grouped together to summon another giant whirlwind at you.

right as the tornado spins towards you, you feel riki rush over and wrap his body around you protectively, shielding you for whatever’s to come. his arms felt surprisingly sturdy and warm, opposing the powerful body of wind firing your way.

at the same time, a new voice breaks the silence of your accepted defeat. “watch out, you two!”

you feel riki squeeze you tighter just before everything turns black.

———

it takes you a couple tries until your eyes fully open. the peaceful silence keeps you calm as you slowly but surely wake up, taking in the white hospital room accompanied with a quiet beep of a monitor next to you.

at your awakening, piplup coos in greeting from the pillow beside you. “hey cutie,” you greet with a smile, patting your pokemon’s head affectionately.

“oh, thought you were talking to me.”

you quickly turn over to your other side to see a dishevelled riki in a bed of his own, raven hair sticking up in all directions and a blue hospital gown adorning his figure. he has a couple bandages wrapped around his arms, and your chest tightens when you see slight hints of blood seeping through then.

at his words, you sigh. it amazed you how your neighbour managed to joke around even in a situation like this. “how’re you feeling?” you ask with worry.

riki looks away, staring up at the white ceiling emotionlessly. “useless, stupid, a failure.” you frown further. “besides that, just peachy.”

“it was just a mistake—“

“i’ve made enough of those, don’t you think?” he snaps, now completely turned on his other side to avoid eye contact. “and that time it wasn’t just another fuck up, y/n. you could’ve got hurt.”

your brows furrow, mind flashing back to how hard riki tried to protect you throughout the entire attack, no matter if he was endangered in the process. “and what about you, ki? sure, you messed up, but instead of running away like some people would, you tried your hardest to fix it and take responsibility.” the boy remains motionless, breathing slowly against his white pillow. “even when those pidgey’s nearly swept us off into a damn tornado, you still tried to protect me instead of yourself for some stupid reason.”

he scoffs. “c’mon y/n, you know damn well what that reason is.”

“what? no i d—“

“i care about you, like, a lot. i fucking like you, dummy.” at last, riki sits back up to face you, casually smoothing his hair down as if he’d just commented on the weather or what he had for breakfast. the boy scoffs as you freeze, rendered speechless with your lips parted dumbly. “geez, you’re acting like this is new information,” he deadpans.

in his head, you’d always known of his little-not-so-little crush, but just decided to stay quiet in hopes of not breaking his heart — which he secretly appreciated, even if it was the complete wrong approach to take.

meanwhile, you were spiralling. riki, as in nishimura riki — your idiotic neighbour, lifelong childhood friend, the boy who didn’t know that grass pokemon are useless against flying ones — liked you?

suddenly, you feel a demanding peck on your arm, which happens to be piplup sending you a ‘stop sitting there uselessly before something flies into your mouth’ glare.

you gulp, making hesitant eye contact with him. “i- i really didn’t know, how- when?” you exclaim desperately.

before your answers could be retrieved, the hospital room’s door is pulled open, revealing a handsome young male with jet black hair and sunglasses. a varsity jacket covers his built figure, along with a navy backpack thrown over his left shoulder. his features and demeanour were all extremely sharp and intimidating, which you suppose matches the charmeleon that follows close behind him.

the boy removes his eyewear, surveying you up and down before doing the same to riki and releasing an amused chuckle. “finally. you newbies were out all night.”

riki grunts. “who are you?”

“call me jay, the one who saved your asses.” he explains, leaning up against the wall with crossed arms. “which reminds me, you little dorks owe me big time. took me and my buddy here lot’s of energy turning those pidgeys into dinner.” his tone was too difficult to read to assume he was kidding around, no matter how aggressively charmeleon growled in agreement.

you and riki shared a disbelieving look while jay lets out a yawn, completely unaffected by your lack of response. “y’know, i wouldn’t mind a cash reward too.”

“sorry for the trouble, and thank you,” you gulp. “i had some in my bag i think, you can—“

another round of laughter cuts you off. “i’m playing with you guys, it’s all good. how about you repay me by accepting the poor guy’s confession? i heard there’s a great first date spot up in sandgem town.” riki’s eyes widen at that, an embarrassing tint of red reaching his ears at the idea of the older male listening in on the past few minutes.

relievingly, a doctor shows up moments later. “sir, i’m sorry to interrupt, but we need to check on these patients in a minute.”

before his fortunate departure, jay sends one more glance between the both of you, winking at riki and leaving a teasing salute behind.

it was awkwardly silent once he was gone.

until once again, piplup delivers a gentle but demanding peck to your arm, snapping you out of your daze. you swallow in determination, attempting to build your confidence as you sit further up in bed. “riki, i—“

“it’s okay,” the male swiftly intervenes, “you don’t have to say anything, i already know you don’t—“

“riki!”

he flinches slightly at your raise in volume, sending you a bewildered glare. “what?!”

“geez, i like you too, idiot.” you get a blank stare in response for a good minute, which only comes to an end once a proud, approving chirp from piplup snaps him out of it. riki swallows, clearly not prepared for such an outcome judging by his hands that fidget with each other endearingly.

“oh,” he replies uselessly, ignoring the headbutt turtwig punishes him with moments after.

of course that was all he had to say.

you roll your eyes, hopping off your bed to begin searching through your backpack. it’d be better to simply change the subject if he’s going to react like this, isn’t it?

“jay mentioned something about sandgem being the next town, and that only means one thing. we’re all the way back in twinleaf. so i guess we’ll have to—“ when you look up from the map, you freeze at the view of riki standing in front of you, holding a look in his eye that differs from any one that he’s given you previously. he reaches for the map and places it gently on the bed, taking another step closer to your figure.

your breath immediately hitches. despite the messiest bed-head imaginable, bloody bandages, and his outfit being nothing but an unappealing hospital gown, your best friend never failed to look good, and it was about time you pointed it out. “y/n, do you mean it?”

you didn’t need to ask to understand what he meant. “yeah.. do you?”

before you knew it, your jaw was being cupped ever so softly by his palm, and when you didn’t reject his touch, riki leaned down to connect his lips with yours. it wasn’t rushed or frantic — no, your reckless best friend managed to kiss you so gently, you think he’s imagining you poof-ing into the thin air if he moved any rougher. his other hand attempts to bring you closer by the waist, but the action only results in a pained hiss due to the bandage-clad injuries decorating his skin.

pulling away reluctantly, you reach up to squeeze his shoulder while desperately attempting to hide your giddy smile. “y’know, i always imagined you’d be a messy kisser.”

riki smirks. “i can be if you want me to, dummy.”

at the sound of his nickname that you’ve annoyingly got accustomed to, you pout. “you’re really still gonna call me that?”

his lips press against yours once more, effectively shooing your pout away. “of course, you think being your boyfriend would make me change or something?”

huffing, you reach down to put the map back into your backpack, accepting defeat. “whatever, we should get out of here before the doctors come.”

“okay.. wait,” riki’s eyes brighten mischievously, immediately sending a worried expression to your face. “so.. you’ve imagined kissing me?”

shit.

“…piplup, use water gun.”

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miyaniacs · 3 months

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Corrupted by Darkness

- Chapter 4 -

Chapter 3 ; Wattpad

A/N: Hello :) And the next part - again feedback or reblogs are welcomed :) Thank you so much for reading <;3

“How.”

“I knew something was up with you after two weeks… so I followed you.”

“You followed me exactly on this day?”

“No… for the past 2 weeks.” he leans against his desk and crosses his arms over his chest.

You were to focused to recognize him.

But you did?!

Yes.

AND DID NOT TELL ME?

I thought it could be helpful.

Helpful? Who knows how may of his friends now know about … this.

‘No ones knows. I kept your little secret.’ He smirks and I look at him confused - his mouth is still closed… that means…

‘Yup in your head.’ he finishes off my thought.

“How.” I ask him. Is he like Rhys? I quickly check my wall - nope still up- so how is he able to get inside my head.

“If you dare to even touch my mind I swear to whatever there is to kill you.” I hiss and he quickly raises his hands in defense.

“Hey hey - I can’t do any of your little fea magic.”

“So why is it then?”

Because you both posses the same signet. The signet that I once gifted the very first shadow wilder. So both of you have a bond to me. More or less. Noctis explains.

‘So because of that we both have a bond?’ I ask annoyed.

Yes. The stronger the dragon, the stronger the bonds.

‘And if there are any other shadow wilders, we too have a connection with?’ Xaden asks.

Yes.

‘But… our bond is stronger right?’ I whisper to Noctis, suddenly feeling kind of jealous, that I’m not the only one having a bond to him.

Yes. Your my special little shadow. He answers sarcastically and I glare at Xaden who smirks.

‘Could you stop talking to both of us now.’ I hiss at Noctis.

As you wish little shadow. I can hear the amusement dripping out of his voice.

‘Is this why you spoke to Rhys?’ I ask Noctis, side eyeing Xaden to make sure, he isn’t hearing it.

Yes his powers were once gifted from me to one of his ancestors. And no he can’t hear us, so stop glaring at him.

“What did you see?” I ask Xaden.

“… enough to know your second signet.” He sits down on his chair and look at me.

“And from what happened last night?”

“You almost killed the most powerful high lord, almost got attacked by his wife and your boyfriend broke up with you.” He raises his eyebrows, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

“He wasn’t my boyfriend.” I snarl.

“Oh that’s the one thing you comment?” Xaden smirks and I take a deep breath trying to control the impulse to slice his throat. I get up and walk towards the door.

“I told your teachers that you’re sick. So you’re free for the day.” I hear him shouting while I slam his door close.

I can’t believe this. Why didn’t you tell me?!

Hello? Noctis?

Noctis?

Okay FINE ignore me then.

Angrily I march down the corridor and turn to the left and run straight into a person.

“Wow … slow down Nea” a familiar voice says and two hands grab my shoulders. Moving my head up I look directly at Liam.

“Riorson told us you were sick… so why are you coming out of the 3rd years corridor… OH” he wiggles his brows.

“No. No - LIAM NO that’s not what happened.” I cover my face in embarrassment.

“Hey chill - your dirty little secret is save with me - at least I now know who to blame for all the sleepless nights.” He laughs, “I’m just a bit offended that you didn’t consider me.”

Crouching down I move out of his grasp and take his arm, dragging him with me towards my room.

“Wow woowww…. Okay. I said it as a joke, but I’m down if you are.” Liam jokes, but his voice is filled with nervousness and panic.

“No Liam. Relax.” I sigh and close my door behind us.

Don’t tell him. Noctis warns me.

‘Oh now you talk to me.’

You’re angry at yourself but let it out on everyone else, so yes I try to keep out of the line of fire.

‘WHY SHOULD I BE ANGRY AT MYSELF? You were the one not telling me about Xaden. For how long is he creeping in my head?!’

One week.

‘Okay… good.’ I say calming down a bit.

One week… after your signet showed. Noctis added carefully.

‘WHAT?!’

“Nea?” Liam, who’s still leaning on my close door, brings me back to reality.

“Sorry… just a small discussion with Noctis.”

“And that’s why you’re angry?”

“Why is everyone saying I’m angry? I’m not angry!” I yell and throw my stuff animal at him and collapses on my bed. Catching my stuffy, he walks over to my bed and sits down next to me, placing it on my lap.

“Okay. You’re not angry - then what is it?” He asks gently.

I look down at my stuffi. It’s the only thing I have since my childhood. My dad got it for me when was just a day old.

“I’m overwhelmed.” I mumble, “And alone with it.”

“Then talk to me. So you won’t be alone anymore.” Liam places his arm around my shoulders.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Noctis told me not to.”

“I hate to say this now, considering how big and scary he is, but screw him. Deigh told me to not eat that second portion of breakfast right before our flying lesson - did I listen to? No.”

“Was it that time you’ve immediately thrown up after getting off of Deigh?” I ask, glancing up at him.

“Well yes.” he chucks and I smile, “But that’s not the point!” He laughs and I can’t help but affected by his childish behavior.

“Anddd there’s that beautiful smile again.” He smiles and squeezes me closer.

The smile on my face fades as I lay my head on his shoulder.

“I had special training with Rhys.” I mutter.

“Rhys? As in the big bad high lord who adopted you?” Liam asks.

“Yes… and I almost killed him yesterday…” I whisper. Liam stays quiet, waiting for me to continue. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to… I just couldn’t control my powers…” I swallow, remembering the events, “ And then Feyer came… and Az-“ I shake my head, the thought alone of speaking out his name, hurts like hell. “ She said that I should never to them again. Or come back home.” The tears now run down my face again. “Liam- I’m alone. I’m alone again. I not only lost one… but two family’s now.” I sob. Liams hand finds its way in my hair, gently rubbing my head.

“She was in shock. Let her calm down a few days… Let Rhys talk to her… I’m sure she was just speaking in the act of the moment.” He tries to reassure me. And I know he is right… Rhys wouldn’t drop me just like that… And if he explains everything to her… she probably at least be in the same room as me again… The others… I’m not sure… I’d needed to talk to them in person …

But not Azriel. No.

“He won’t forgive me.” I whisper.

“I know you’re not talking about Rhys … ?” He asks gently.

“No..” I smile at him, signaling that I don’t want to talk about it. “But tell me what have I missed in class today?” I try to change the subject, getting up from the bed and whipping the tears away and grabbing my water bottle.

Liam looks at me as if he still wants to say something… or asks, but quickly drops it and puts on his usual smile. “Well… Eve fell off of her dragon.” He laughs out loud as I choke on the water.

“She what” I ask i between coughs.

“She fell.” He proudly, “but sadly she’s still alive.” He sighs and gets up, patting me on the back.

“I’m okay Liam.” I laugh and put the bottle away.

“Good. Then come now, Rhi and Ridoc wait for us on the country yard.”

“Us?” I question him.

“Well me, but they wouldn’t mind me dragging you along.” He smiles and opens my door, “Also… some Vitamin D is good for someone who’s… sick.” He jokes and I just slap his arm, while walking next to him to meet the others.

‘Maybe I was wrong.’ Noctis admits

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AN: Small warning: the chapter contains sexual harassment, just a little similar to Andy's situation in season 5. Otherwise...ooof things went crazy this time

Congratulation...Captain?

Chapter 7

Board up your windows. Take shelter. Find your flashlights. Hunker down. That's the advice you hear when a storm is coming. So when the horizon turns dark and when the clouds are forming, when the wind picks up and knocks you back on your feet, don't take risks. Settle in somewhere safe and wait. That's what we're taught to do if we want to weather the storm. You can't ignore it. You can't run from it. You sure as hell can't control the storm if it's coming. But you can be smart. You can prepare. You can stay ready and hope upon hope that THIS storm WON'T BE YOUR LAST......

~Andy Herrera~

You look at Andy, who stares silently at the floor

"Andy... is everything ok?"

"How much of the speech did you listen..." she asks quietly without looking at you. "I didn't notice much...did something happen? did he do something to you?" you lie to her and stand in front of her. "no..." Andy packs her things and looks at you emotionlessly. "I'm going, do you want to come with me?" you nod and together you go to her house.

For the next few weeks, the atmosphere between you is rather quiet, almost reserved. You always try to be there for Andy, who spends most of her time at training.

"Andy! We need to talk!" She takes her beer from the fridge and wordlessly hands you one too. "Since the thing with Sullivan, you've been acting weird, absent and not yourself. Andy I love you but if you still have feelings for your ex-husband then tell him. Then say it back but don't leave me hanging around here like this" you put the beer aside.

"So you did hear him say that he loves me." Andy puts her beer down too. "So what? Andy I love you, but if you don't love me, then say it!...."

"he kissed me...but I pushed him away, at least when I realized it. He kissed me by surprise. After the action with the divorce, I thought we were through but obviously he wasn't after all. He was with Chief Ross but apparently that seems to be over...I...I was confused, I am confused" You sadly avoid her gaze and just nod silently. "ok..." you turn around and walk to the door.

"w...wait! Y/N!" Andy walks towards you slightly, getting nervous

"you should sort out your feelings" you reach for the doorknob

~"I love you!"~

Andy stares at you agitatedly as you slowly turn to her. "What?" you ask her quietly. "i...i love you so much...it hurts, my whole body hurts. i'm scared to get involved again. To be hurt again...I-" but she doesn't get any further because you kiss her. "It's ok, we'll just take it easy. I promise...you wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to hear you say those words." You smile at her overjoyed.

The days fly by and finally the day arrives when Sullivan officially leaves 19 to join 88. Andy watches him pack and stands next to Robert's locker with her arms crossed. "88 then..."

"yup" Robert continues packing and then looks at Andy.

"Andy..we could try again, take it slow and build up a bit really slowly. Without acting impulsively. no matter who has what rank. Natasha rejected me and said I still have feelings for you, which she's right about." He smiles guiltily and Andy looks away sadly.

"it's too late for that now. i love someone else" she looks at him pityingly and robert just nods silently as he realizes who it is. "sure...Y/N"

"i love her and i want with her what i never had with you" Andy pushes herself away from the locker and turns her back on him. "good luck in 88...Robert" with these words she leaves the room.

Days pass and both Herrera and Sullivan run their station excellently. There have been no incidents. When there was a deployment on Valentine's Day, both the 19 and the 88 had to be deployed. When they arrive, everyone is briefed and Andy looks at Sullivan challengingly.

"you'd better organize your people! otherwise they'll end up with nothing to do" they both grin at each other "you'd better make sure yours get out safely!" replies Sullivan. "Montgomery to Captain, we have a deep-seated fire here"

"copy, make sure you contain it, keep your distance if necessary" Andy says.

In the meantime, you wait for her in a bar. The mission came spontaneously and Andy has informed you that it should be done quickly, which is why she said you should wait.

Due to complications, the mission takes longer than expected, so you decide to leave the bar and go to Andy's apartment. You leave the bar, take out your cell phone and don't notice that someone is following you. As you are about to leave a message for Andy and walk to your car, the stranger grabs you by the arm and pulls you against the neighbor's car, causing your phone to fall. "Damn it!" You start to struggle and try to hit him in some sensitive spot. Before he manages to subdue you any further, you smash him against the car next to yours. You get into your car, completely distraught, and drive off as fast as you can.

"hey Y/N, sorry it took me so long but I'm coming to the bar now" Andy puts her cell phone away and finally arrives at the bar. unaware that you are no longer there, she walks in and looks around for you. She goes outside and tries to call you when she hears a soft ringing from one of the parked cars. She goes over, sees that it's your cell phone and picks it up with a confused look. "oh god...." Andy realizes that something is wrong and immediately runs into the bar to the bartender. "When was the last time Y/N was here?" she asks and he remembers. "oh so she's been gone for well over an hour. Why?" He looks at you questioningly and your expression shows shock.

A thousand things flash through Andy's mind, like what happened to her not so long ago when she was almost raped. She immediately gets into her car and calls the station, but no one there can confirm that you are there. The first port of call is your own apartment, but there is no one there, so she decides to drive to her own and call the police if you are not there. "damn...." Andy punches her steering wheel and gets tears in her eyes. "this stupid call...if only it had gone by faster..." she whispers and arrives at her own apartment. To her great relief, she sees you sitting huddled in front of the door.

"Y/N!" You lift your head, completely exhausted, and immediately get up to hug Andy tightly. "Y/N oh god I was so worried" she hugs you tighter.

"what happened...?" You look at her and burst into tears. You both go inside, you explain the situation to her and the two of you cuddle together. "I'm so sorry Y/N...I wish I'd been there sooner...then this would never have happened" She takes your face in her hands. This has to be recorded by the police..." After the procedure, when Carina was able to help take samples from the fight, you sit there all messed up. "I'll help you wash...come on"

You go into the bathroom together and she carefully undresses you. There are clearly bruises in some places. Andy starts to massage you gently with a wet sponge. "Joe's Bar....that's where it all happened to me...not so long ago..." you look at her, slightly surprised.

"wait...it was you from the media...?" Andy pauses for a moment and then continues. "The media has the whole issue...mangled...but I was able to get free because I found another victim.

"wow...I obviously blanked out your name...I didn't know..." you fall silent and she smiles lovingly at you. "it's okay. i'm glad the guy is dead...who knows where the person who did that to you is running around right now..." She finishes washing you and you get dressed. "I'll give you the days off for now, then you can rest and process the whole thing" Andy smiles. "Thank you Captain..." you kiss her and you both tighten it, hugging each other tightly and resting your foreheads against each other. "right now i would love to run away with you...just run away and lie on a nice beach somewhere with you. far away from all the stress and the fire. Andy looks at you quietly and thoughtfully.

"Puerto Rico"

You also look at her silently for a moment. "I'll plan everything and then we'll fly to Puerto Rico. It'll take a while, but I'll manage." You both smile more and more and hug each other. "Puerto Rico baby!"

Back at the station, Andy is preparing documents and checking on an interim captain when suddenly a loud alarm goes off. "Hm?" Travis and Theo come to Andy's office. "That's..." Travis looks at Andy. "Tornado warning!"

"OK 19! Make it clear that the station will be made safe! We will remain on call. All fire stations will be on duty BUT!...I don't want anyone to do anything daring. Make sure you are safe and get started when the storm is over!" and with these words everyone begins to prepare everything wildly but organized. Andy receives radio notification of the highest alert level.

"Captain Herrera, get yourself and your team to safety! It's an F10 storm! I repeat. Get everyone to safety!" Andy raises her head in shock. "no way..." As Andy wants to get going to get everyone to safety, there is a loud rattle in the barn. When she goes to check with the team, she stands there frozen.

"GET OUT OF THE STATION IMMEDIATELY!" Everyone runs out when just a few seconds later, the entire barn flies into the air and dismantles half the station.

Andy stands at a distance, completely broken, shocked and can't believe her eyes. A power pole crashed into the barn due to the already strong winds and hit one of the fire trucks, which developed a huge gas leak, leading to the explosion.

It's as if her home is burning down, and her soul with it. And because that's not enough, a monster storm is coming...

AN: What will happen to our beloved station 19? keep reading and thank u for hanging on<3

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thestupidhelmet · 2 years

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Has it ever occured to you that maybe Laurie was abused/objectified/taken advantage of by much older men when she was young and maybe that's what fucked her up so much? I just this epiphany- she got involved with her much older and sleazy professor, a bunch of married men that were definitely older than her and she was still like 19-20 and there was even a joke about her having had an affair with the mayor of Point Place. In the flashback of boys smoking weed at 13 Laurie's birth control pills are brought up. The age difference between Laurie and Eric is about 2 years meaning Laurie could have been around 15 then and she was already on bc. She must've lost her childhood innocence very early.

Another thing that made me think that this could be true is what she did to Kelso. People that have been abused tend to continue this trend and abuse someone else. Or maybe her understanding of consent is just skewed because of how she was repeatedly taken advantage of by older men.

Everyone treats Laurie as a punchline for being slutty but if this is true, Laurie is kind of a tragic figure. But we can only speculate since this is a sitcom and these kinds of storylines don't belong in sitcoms

Has it ever occured to you that maybe Laurie was abused/objectified/taken advantage of by much older men when she was young and maybe that's what fucked her up so much?

Yup. Laurie is three years older than Eric (she's twenty in 1977, as established in "Laurie Moves Out" [2x11] and he's seventeen). She very well could have experienced childhood trauma. Unless she's sociopath caused by issues withl brain development in the womb or acquired through physical trauma to the brain as a child, her adult behavior is likely explained through experiential trauma.

She suffers from low self-esteem, which is revealed subtextually and textually throughout the series. She doesn't seem to have any confidence in herself beyond sex and her ability to manipulate people sexually. In the first two-thirds of season 1, she's portrayed as smart, tuned-in, and into "free love" (aka an enjoyment of sex without commitment). This characterization shifted in "A New Hope" (1x20) when she became a full-on antagonist rather than a foil for Eric and his friends.

Before that episode, she shows no interest in Kelso whatsoever. It's a recurring joke, but in "A New Hope," her attitude does a one-eighty. She knows he's been dating Jackie almost a year, and destroying that relationship -- causing Jackie and Kelso both harm to boost her self-esteem -- becomes her goal. This change in character and behavior coincides with her doing badly in college, which we discover a few episodes later.

While I disagree that childhood trauma (and other serious issues) doesn't belong in sitcoms (see: All In the Family, the show that created the paradigm for sitcoms exploring heavy issues thoughtfully while still fully being a comedy. Some of the best comedy comes out of tragedy), I do agree that the T7S writers didn't think deeply about Laurie's characterization. They wrote her as a villainous antagonist without grounding her malicious behavior in anything substantial. Not much time would've been needed to do so, either. Here's an exxmple of how the show did it right:

Kelso's impulsive, self-entitled, sex-addicted, boundary-invading behavior can be substantiated by the fact he's one of seven kids, causing him to feel neglected by his parents -- perhaps particularly his mother, which planted the seed of misogyny in him ("They always blame the mother"). Eric's states in "Stolen Car" (1x14) to Kelso when they're in the police station, "Your parents have seven kids. They won't even notice you're gone.”

Kelso clearly felt deprived during his childhood of attention, love, and maybe his own stuff (i.e. toys, clothes) due to hand-me-downs. This feeling of deprivation turned into a sense of entitlement to pretty much everything, including women's bodies (him groping Donna, and his attempts to, consistently throughout the series are proof of this; as is how he continually paws at Jackie for sex despite her many nos).

None of the motivations for Kelso's bad behavior is explicitly stated, but enough details are provided during the show that one can easily draw fact-based conclusions.

Had the show filled in Laurie's background, we would've at least understood where her malicious behavior stemmed from. Her parents' treatment of her does not account for it. They paid for her to go to college, which means they both encouraged her academically.

Red does, unfortunately, make a misstep when he essentially tells Laurie that her greatest asset is her beauty and that her ability to be a successful adult depends on her marrying well. I doubt, though, that Red consistently gave her this message while she grew up. Yes, he holds antiquated views about gender roles. But he married a well-educated nurse and has no compunctions about his wife working.

Fortunately, this -- perhaps one-off -- conversation doesn't stop Laurie from going to cosmetology school, which Red and Kitty not only pay for but actively participate in by letting Laurie practice hair and nail techniques on them.

To be sure, however,, none of this explains the origin of Laurie's harmful behavior. Again, her early characterization has her being someone who'd grown up during the '60s, where women no longer held themselves to the double-standard set for them by society. She enjoys sex freely, which the show slut-shames her for through other characters. I'm not sure the original intention for Laurie was for the audience to view her as a "slut" (a concept I don't believe in; a woman who enjoys sex simply enjoys sex. Same as a man who enjoys sex is a man who simply enjoys sex. Doesn't make either of them bad, impure people).

For more, see my metas:

Laurie Forman and Being Slut-Shamed: Enjoying Sex Is Not Her Shameful Behavior

Laurie’s Motivations for Being a Homewrecker

How I Would’ve Improved Laurie’s Portrayal and Treatment on the Show

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milanocookiesandivyprofen · 1 year

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yk what. here are a few sample incorrect quotes with my ocs. if you like them, ill make more.

the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Libertail and Amazonne: *spinning a little and talking* Ivywyvern and Lunar Eclipse: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Lauren: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. The Squad: Awwww- Lauren: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." The Squad: Oh.

Libertail: What's the signal when something goes wrong? Ivywyvern: We yell, 'oh shit.' Lunar Eclipse: …That'll work.

Mila: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Lauren: Are you this rude to everyone?! Mila: Yup. Mila: Don't think you're special.

Mila: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here. Lauren: Clarisse is 70 of your impulse control and you know this Mila. Clarisse: I feel like Mila is the more responsible one of us two though. Mila: We are both 70 of each others' impulse control. Clarisse: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Anais: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Lauren: Eyy, homie! Clarisse: But then there's cootie… Mila: Die.

Mila: It is 6:09 . Mila: I am wondering why I’m still alive. Mila: Send Wendy’s. Lauren: The whole restaurant?!

Amazonne: So I got this amazing plan! Lunar Eclipse: We fail almost every time you say that. Amazonne: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

The Squad: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Multitail: The Squad: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Libertail: Why is there blood everywhere? Ivywyvern: We may have aggressively poked someone with knives. Libertail: You stabbed someone?! Lunar Eclipse: No, no. We aggressively poked someone with knives.

Lauren falls over Anais: A! Are you alright? Lauren: Is that you, God? Anais: What? Lauren: It's just, you sound a lot more like Anais than I expected.

Lauren: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Mila: What club? Lauren: The hating Mila club. Mila: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

opinions?

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I have Found Better (Chapter 2)

I have Found Better (Chapter 2) for @ivorylei

Warnings: Danger, Gun Violence, Possessive Behavior, Violence, Kidnapping, Possessive Sex, Animal Violence, Attempted Regicide, Possessive Bucky Barnes, Pregnancy, Sam Wilson is a Good Bro, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Falling In Love

Alternate Universe - Steampunk (vaguely)

Alternate Universe - Royalty (yup)

The wedding was lavish but solemn. James had almost rushed down the aisle to pick her up and carry her to the front faster, but Steve kept him firmly in place. The Grand Princess spared no expensive so grateful that Sarah had consented, and the court breathed a sigh of relief when the vows and rings were exchanged without incident. There was a lavish wedding luncheon and a wedding ball afterwards.

James didn’t like public appearances; he didn’t like the stares and now he definitely didn’t like how the nobles appraised his wife. His arm held her possessively around her waist, staring back coldly at anyone who looked at her with anything less than a smile.

“Relax.” Sarah whispered softly to him. “No one’s going to hurt us.”

“No one ever will.” He replied before tilting her chin up to kiss her. It lingered, deepened and soon people were murmuring.

She blushed, drawing back. “Later, husband.”

Later turned out to be sooner than expected. They only danced three sets before he startled the whole party by picking her up and carrying her off to his bedroom. This was going to become a pattern, she realized and resigned herself to get used to it. Although she got to know for only a little bit she could already assess that he was impulsive, impatient, and simple about his wants, but once he wanted it he had to have it. At this point she knew that he’d reached his limits and decided to let him have his way. Besides, her feet were aching in her new shoes.

She loved the way he kissed, as if he meant to devour her whole and she wondered if he’d be the same in bed. Having been raised by sensible people, her mother had firmly told her what went on in the marriage bed; tutors and nurses had shown her books that showed the differences of the sexes and the process of pregnancy, so she felt informed. Still the hunger that snaked up her belly was new, and exciting to her.

James was more than eager, he was desperate. Those sensations she provoked with just her kiss, he’d been desperately waiting for more and he’d been patient enough. He needed it again-now. Her dress was beautiful, but it got in the way. Moving around to her back and seeing the intricate lacing, he pulled a knife from his coat and sliced them off. Within minutes the dress was on the floor, and she was in her chemise. Sarah gasped and turned around just in time for him to toss the knife away and tore off his coat and shirt. His body was strong, his muscles defined, heavy with testosterone and her own grew soft and moist in response. He seemed to realize it and now nude, he walked over to her, grabbed the delicate lace collar of her chemise, and ripped it down the middle, leaving her just as nude. Pulling her into his arms, they both moaned in delight as skin met skin. She fed him soft, teasing kisses that soon had him growling for more and she carefully tugged him over to the bed.

He could hurt her, she knew it, so she had to take control of this beast of a man. She pushed him down on the bed, straddled his waist and showered him with affection. Her lips wandered over his smooth skin, teasing his nipples with love bites and followed the planes and angles of his muscles with her tongue. James moaned, his hands reaching out to caress her soft flesh only to have her force them onto her waist.

“Gentle.” She commanded, taking his erection, and stroking it tenderly before using it to caress her swollen folds. The sensation of his hard length parting her sensitive lips had her sighing and rocking against him. “Oh James.”

“Gods.” He groaned his fingers pressing against the dark, fleshly cheeks of her buttocks as her silky slick coated his cock, making him hard and aching. There was no pain, just an exquisite sensation unlike any other and how he craved it. “Please.”

Preparing herself a little, slowly she sank herself onto his rigid sex and whimpered only faintly when he stretched her virgin sheath. There was a burn and an ache as she sat herself on him, but she stroked her tender clit and the pleasure soothed the discomfort away. “Gentle.” She commanded again as she set the pace of their love making.

The heat of her was exquisite and he moaned louder. His hands fit neatly around her waist as he helped her slide up and down. His heavy-lidded eyes couldn’t stop gazing at the way her breasts swayed above him or how dark and luscious her skin was. He wanted to eat her whole and he began to pick up the pace.

As desire morphed into something rawer, she now understood why so many were eager to do this. Pleasure flowed through her veins, filling her head with a sensation that was becoming addicting. Throwing her head back she cried out his name.

He saw a bead of sweat between her breasts and he had to have it. Suddenly he sat up, grabbed her and maneuvered them around until he knelt on the bed and she straddled his thighs. Burying his face between her breasts, he laved at the soft swells, captured her swollen lips before driving into her with deep, hard thrusts.

Her body bounced with every jab of his hips; it felt wonderful. Sarah ran her hands over him greedily, feeling his muscles stretch and surge with every thrust. They were damp with sweat, and they couldn’t keep quiet as the ecstasy started to grow stronger, deeper until they both shouted as the orgasm drowned them both in a sea of debauchery. He growled as he spilled himself inside her and she shivered at the beast she’d just tamed.

He protested as she drew herself off him, but she pushed him firmly back down and he slowly yielded, weak and sated. Pleased, she allowed him to cuddle her as they caught their breath.

“You’re never leaving my bed again.” He murmured in her ear as she snuggled against him.

“Uh-hm.” She agreed before falling asleep.

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It was clear to everyone at court that the Archduke was devoted to his wife. Infatuated might be a better word, as he refused to be parted from her for long periods of time. Rumors spread that the new Archduchess never slept in her bed and more than one servant had caught the newlyweds copulating in unexpected places.

The Grand Princess didn’t care about all that. All she cared about was that Sarah was indeed changing her son for the better. James smiled more, carried himself in a relaxed manner and talked with greater ease. Sarah encouraged him with kind words and aided him when he needed it. Usually, he was silent during governmental meetings but now he spoke, asked questions, and made demands. The more conversative of the leaders protested the Archduchess’ presence saying it was disgusting and unladylike. Steve didn’t get to his friend fast enough when he wrapped the metal arm around the old man’s neck and lifted him a foot off the ground, but quickly got him down and called for a break. The man now had a permanent rasp, and everyone knew to hold their tongue.

Since he refused to let her sleep in her bed, she witnessed his nightmares and on more than one occasion had been awakened from a deep sleep to the sound of him gasping in fear. Sometimes he’d stare at nothing, lost in his demons and she’d wrap her arms around him and murmur lullabies in his ear until he recognized her again and sank into her embrace. Now and then he’d tell her his nightmare, other times he’d just prefer the silence, but he appreciated her presence and always told her that. The nights when he slept through them slowly became more frequent, which pleased them both and he gave all credit to her.

He was still pretty bad at social cues. Now that the Archduchess had softened him up, other ladies at court started to flirt with him. Not understanding he’d enjoy the attention not realizing what their aim was for and Sarah would have to do something to reclaim his interest. It wasn’t too hard, all she had to do was give a courtier too much of her time and he’d come in and take her away. She had to be careful though, as her husband was possessive.

One time a nobleman became too flirty, leaning close and daring to kiss her hand. The next she knew James’ fist smashed into the nobleman’s nose, knocking him out and she was being dragged into an empty dining room and thrown onto a table where he proceeded to ravish her on the spot. Sarah didn’t offer a word of protest and merely moaned as her husband claimed her, their passion making the silverware rattle and tumble on the floor.

Rebecca heard about the incident and laughed at her sister-in-law. “It won’t be long now, won’t it? You’re bound to have children soon!”

Sarah grinned and blushed, but her mind strayed to the contract. If she did become pregnant a decision had to be made about whether she’d stay or go. Plus, there was the question about their feelings. Did he love her? Certainly he was obsessed, but that didn’t mean love. As for herself, she feared she might’ve fallen for him at his most vulnerable when his arms clutched her tight in the dark of night. Grand Princess Winnifred seemed to realize that heirs might soon arrive and asked her what her choice was.

“I adore James, but I don’t know if he’s ready to be a father. He’s so possessive of me. Would he tolerate sharing me with a child?” She wondered aloud.

“I made a promise so in the end the final decision is yours, but Sarah, you make him so happy and he’s becoming more like his old self since you’ve arrived. You’re a Godsend and if a baby comes, surely that’s a blessing too.”

Sarah wanted to be positive that it’ll all work out, but she knew more had to be done with her husband. There were two sides to him: James and the Winter Soldier. James was growing stronger, but the Soldier was quick to emerge and dominate. Plus, there was the code words. He had admitted that his handlers controlled him via a set of words and that was intolerable. She knew that for his, the family’s and the kingdom’s sake that had to be taken care of before someone got hurt.

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It was a beautiful autumn day and the idea of love and babies still lingered in Sarah’s mind during the hunt. James was now more proactive, though there was still a lot of the predatory soldier within him. Nevertheless, he was learning to be generous and had gifted his sister and his wife with a pair of white horses. The ladies had been delighted and had worked hard to ride them well enough for the occasion.

The elite were invited to participate and to feast. The Grand Princess held court out on the field with the ladies too old or too young to participate in the hunting.

Pistols and hunting rifles were primed and ready. The gardeners promised good stock of game for them to find so with a blast of the horns, the dogs were set loose, and everyone rode into the forest.

James had confessed to his wife earlier that he was nervous about the hunt.

“I was used for war. I’m afraid the sounds of ammunitions might bring back memories.” He had said, murmuring into her hair.

She squeezed her arms around him. “I shan’t leave your side, husband. Don’t be afraid.”

Both ladies kept close to James who so far did well during the event. He even managed to shoot down a buck at an incredible distance. The others applauded him.

“Do you hear that?” He asked suddenly looking around.

“Hear what?” Rebecca asked, not hearing a thing.

Without warning both white horses shrieked in panic and bolted. Sarah and Rebecca were suddenly clutching tight to their reins as their beasts took off with them on their backs. No matter how hard they pulled and kicked the horses would not stop running through the forest. It was as if the devil was chasing them, and they couldn’t do anything but protect themselves as they ran through branches and brushes that tore at their faces and clothes. Steve and James quickly took off after them, trying to catch up and save them.

Rebecca’s horse veered off and Steve was in hot pursuit, driving his gelding closer and closer until he could reach other and grab the reins. He tried to pull but the horses ended up smashing together and he took the opportunity to yank the duchess onto his horse. It came at just the right time as the white beast ran right into a river, tripped on the boulders, and smashed into the water. Dazed, it stumbled before collapsing on the riverbank.

Meanwhile James was desperate to get to Sarah who was trying to stop the animal in any way. Glancing up she realized they were about to reach a cliff and without another thought, pulled a dagger she kept on herself and stabbed the horse into the neck repeatedly. The horse screamed, slowed but didn’t stop. Streaks of blood now sprayed the Archduchess. She turned to see if help was coming and was shocked that James had abandoned his horse and was now running at top speed towards them.

“James!!” She called her, reaching her hand out to him when the horse finally gave in and collapsed underneath her. The momentum didn’t stop however and as the dying horse rolled off the cliff, she nearly did too, unable to grab anything to stop herself as she slid towards the edge. “JAMES!!”

He threw himself on the ground and with a shout grabbed her forearm just before she went over. He dug his metal fingers into the earth, holding himself firmly in place while holding his wife with the right. Sarah dangled over the cliff feeling herself growing weak.

“I’m going to faint.” She panted. “James.”

“I have you.” He swore.

Soon the others came and quickly helped him pull her back. She had indeed fainted and was covered in blood. He demanded his horse and refused any aid as he carried his wife back to the palace.

When Sarah came to, she was back in their room, washed and dressed, her hair in it’s silky wrap and her body aching from head to toe. Her husband slept beside her disheveled and fully dressed.

“James.” She murmured, reaching out to stroke his lips.

Instantly he awoke and took her hand in his. “Sarah. Thank you, Sarah, you didn’t leave me.”

She smiled weakly. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Do you mean it? Even if it’s my fault?” He asked, scooting closer.

“Your fault?”

His blue eyes conveyed his distress. “I bought those damn horses, and they nearly killed you both. I’ve been working so hard to get better so you’d decide not to leave me, but this ruined everything.”

“Leave you?” She suddenly realized. “You know about the contract.”

“Please Sarah forgive me.” He begged, kissing her hand feverishly.

“Oh James, James, this wasn’t your fault. You’re not responsible for what those poor horses did. Something must’ve scared them to make them bolt.” She assured gently. “Who told you about the contract?”

“Becca can’t keep a secret.” He revealed. “She told me I had to keep getting better else after you give birth you might leave. Please don’t leave me, I’ll fall apart. I’m nothing without you.”

Sarah glanced at the room and realized it had been torn apart. “What happened?”

“The doctors and nurses weren’t giving me answers about your health. I, um, lost my temper.” He admitted sheepishly.

“I’m sure I was fine. The blood wasn’t mine.” She soothed, smoothing his hair back comfortingly.

“That wasn’t what scared me, it was when they told me you were pregnant that I lost it. I was afraid I’d lose you both!”

Her heart leapt. “I’m…pregnant?”

He misread her shocked expression as one of horror. “I’ll get the room fixed. I’ll wait on you hand and foot, just don’t leave me.”

“You mean you’re happy about us having a child?” She asked, a smile growing.

“Yes, of course. I love all of you and that includes any child we have.”

Now she felt tears in her eyes. “You love me? Oh James, come here, my love.” She pulled him down for a kiss. “I love you too. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sarah, I love you, I love you.” He murmured against her seeking lips.

The next morning, she summoned Winnifred, announced her pregnancy and ripped the contract. Everybody celebrated.

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James never liked doctors so whenever they came to check up on Sarah he was present, keeping an eye on their actions, ready to rip a limb off if they did anything untoward.

Since her pregnancy he’d become more possessive, overly cautious, and hostile over the smallest things. Not to her but over her. He didn’t trust the ladies in waiting to hold her right while bathing her. He reduced a lady to tears who had mocked her for abandoning shoes (Well, alright she rather enjoyed that. The woman was a bitch). Plus, he had every single item of food and drink tested for poison before giving it to her. That unfortunately had some reasoning to it.

The Viscount Rogers had investigated the horses and had examined them both. It became clear that they had been fed a stimulant and that the remaining mare responded violently to the sound resembling a high-pitched bird whistle. That’s what James had heard. Someone had deliberately tried to kill the Archduchess and the Duchess.

“Find out who they are and when you do I’m planning to kill them myself.” James hissed his blue eyes cold and deadly. He wanted justice but the Soldier wanted blood.

His friend had gotten colder and meaner since he went missing, but in this case Steve understood him completely. “We’ll find them, I promise you.”

Sarah however thought her husband needed to see some doctors instead of getting revenge. A tender hand can only do so much to keep the Winter Soldier at bay. Medical assistance was required and so she asked for help from the illustrious royal family of Wakanda.

King T-Challa was an incredible ruler, also generous. Upon hearing her pleas for help with the Archduke’s mental trauma he agreed to send his best medics and his sister. Princess Shuri was a young genius, and many universities were eager to have her in their hallowed halls, but she much preferred her country’s schooling.

She was young and cheerful, nothing like James expected so he wasn’t as upset upon her examination. Sarah, her belly large even in her skirts sat anxiously as she observed them both. Once the Princess was done, she smiled warmly.

“I think I might have a solution, but it would require surgery. It’ll be a delicate process but with my equipment and staff your recovery should be quick. So how about it? Shall we?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“James!” Sarah protested.

He shook his head. “No, not until you and our child emerge safe and sound.”

“Why delay, husband? Once our baby is born I’ll need you more than ever.” She took her hand in his. “I’m careful and we’re as safe as can be. Please, Princess Shuri will only be here briefly. Otherwise, you’d have to go to Wakanda later and we’ll be parted for longer.”

James wanted the Winter Soldier gone and her logic was sound. “Very well.”

He submitted to the operation. Only the closest to the family knew what was going on. The princess worked delicately and patiently, refusing to make a mistake so it took hours before she emerged from the operating room and declared it a success. Sarah did not feel at ease until she laid eyes on him. He was pale but breathing and had the good luck of being woken by his wife’s tender kiss. Shuri assured them that he would fully recover but needed bedrest.

“We won’t see how truly successful it is until another examination but that could wait for now.”

His operation and recovery came as just the right time for within a few weeks Sarah went into early labor. Everyone grew worried because it seemed too soon for her to give birth. James had to be forcefully carried outside by Steve so that the doctors and midwives could peacefully do their work. Wilhelmina stayed to comfort her daughter-in-law and Rebecca soothed her brother as best she could. The reason for it all was revealed when after much pain, sweat and tears she delivered with much difficulty, two baby girls.

The family rejoiced. James nearly tore the door in excitement and was beside himself at the sight of his precious daughters and his beautiful wife. He kissed them all and wept.

Sarah wiped his cheeks. “Look, one for each of us to dote on. How lucky are we.”

The girls were tiny, squirming in their blankets, Duchess Elisabeta and Duchess Izabela. “So lucky, wife.” He agreed.

The court and kingdom celebrated the birth. Things were looking up for the Archduke and his growing family. Baron Samuel, Sarah’s brother made plans to visit with gifts for his sister and for the blessing ceremony of his new nieces.

While the girls flourished, Sarah’s body took it’s time recovering, so she was still in bed when she greeted her brother. James had thought of postponing their daughters’ christening, but she wouldn’t hear of it and insisted it went on without her. A lot of the immediate anger and possessiveness dissipated but he was still wary.

“I’ll be fine. I have an army of nurses and servants and bodyguards.” She assured them. Once the family had gone to the church, she took some tea and got some much needed rest.

The next time she awoke, she was on a dirigible still in her gown and robe on a small bed. Startled she looked around and called out. Immediately an unknown servant came followed by a short, bald man in glasses.

“Where I am?” She demanded. “Who are you?”

“I am Dr. Armin Zola, Your Grace.” He said with a bow. “And you are now the guest of the Kaiser.”

#sarah x bucky #bucky x sarah #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #arranged marriage #prompt challenge

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italiangothicwriteblr · 2 years

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Happy Blorbo Blursday! If two characters had their roles swapped but personality intact, how would the story change? And would have they become like the other character, had they lived the same things?

Hi! Thanks for the ask! I love this question!

I'm gonna do Enrico and Giacomo for this one, both because they're my two POV characters in King and the Fool, and because I'm always talking about how similar they are.

So, if we swap their roles in TKATF--that makes Giacomo the village kid who gets a huge opportunity, and Enrico the sorcerer just trying to live.

(Side note: Since magic is so intrinsically linked to emotions, and Enrico is a person who feels everything so much--giving him magic would probably end in mass destruction. But we're gonna ignore that for now and soldier on)

This means that Giacomo would be the one to meet Giuseppe as a kid, and I actually think they'd get along great--Giacomo's a snarky asshole, and Giuseppe is a sunshine character who secretly loves dirty jokes. I definitely see Giacomo wanting to take his friend with him when he gets invited to court--the man just wants companionship.

Once they get there, I can see Giacomo trying to make allies of the aristocrats, doing whatever needs to be done to be liked (like he does with Basilio in canon). This would make Niccolo wary of him, because he'd think he's a fake. I can see Giacomo and Leonidas getting along though--they're both more interested in stuff like reading/writing than war (in some distant AU I could possibly see them falling for each other. But I love Giacomo/Martino too much)

(Tangent: I think Giuseppe would warm up to Arnoldo faster than in canon--he wouldn't be put off by the "angry cat" exterior because he already has Giacomo)

Enrico, however--yikes. He would definitely lose control of his magic at some point, and I can see Basilio trying to get him on his side. Enrico needs validation, so it would work. But there's no way Basilio could put up with him for long. Enrico's volatile, impulsive, and talks too much when drunk. Everything that made him attractive to someone like Niccolo makes him a liability to someone like Basilio.

This means Basilio would lose his "good, helpful friend" mask a lot quicker than he does with Giacomo.

Enrico would be the one who meets Martino when he starts working for Basilio, and I can see Martino being like "This guy's a pain, but he's clearly in a bad situation and someone should help him, may as well be me."

Enrico is a lot more willing to accept help than Giacomo is, so when the powerful warrior who could knock Basilio out with a single punch offers to get him out, he's like "Yup!!"

Back at the capital, when Leonidas (now Leandro) becomes Imperatore, I can see Giacomo holding a similar position of trust to Enrico--Leo likes him, he and Giuseppe are best friends, and Niccolo warmed up to him a bit after getting to know him.

When Basilio's rebellion starts to gain traction like in canon, he wouldn't have Giacomo to send up to the palace to get information, so he'd have to rely on battle.

Also, maybe at this point Martino and Enrico go to the Circian court, because the guy they pissed off is getting more and more powerful, and they usually don't kill sorcerers on sight.

I think by this point Enrico's lost some of his impulsive, easy trust--he trusted Basilio, and look where that got him. So, when he meets an aristocrat from one of the five families, he's not about to tell him about his magic--everyone knows how they feel! (It's Nova and Livia playing out like 30 years earlier.)

Niccolo would still like Enrico instantly--he's fun, and reckless, and the opposite of everything he grew up around. He'd bring him to Leandro and be like "We're keeping him"

Martino would constantly try and warn Enrico off liking him (by this point, they're friends. Martino still thinks he's a pain but also nothing bad is allowed to happen to him)--it's always "Come on, you remember Basilio? Don't trust aristocrats, we've talked about this!.

(Kind of the same conversations he has with Giacomo about Basilio. This poor man is destined to scream into the void)

He and Giacomo would still hit it off for the same reason they do in canon--when they hear where he's from, everyone always wants Martino to talk about war and weaponry and stuff like that. But Giacomo's an academic who doesn't care about all that and is like "Oh cool you grew up in Bellamagna!" and asks about stuff like the government and trade routes and Martino gets heart eyes instantly.

Unfortunately, while he's wrapped up with Giacomo, Martino takes his eye off the ball.

And we all know what happens when Enrico is left unsupervised.

The magic thing definitely comes out when Enrico gets drunk.

I think Niccolo would be furious when all's revealed (remember: nothing he hates more than a fake.) and they have a big fight.

But then I think Enrico would do some cool spell during a battle with Basilio and it would be forgiven.

(I realize you didn't ask for a whole-ass fanfic of my WIP, but I got inspired)

#oc asks #ch: enrico accursio #ch: giacomo gallo #wip: the king and the fool

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hwatermelonsuga · 2 years

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ii. Who the hell are you?

° Series Masterlist

° genre: mafia au, humor

° word count: 1.1k

° warnings: language, short chapter

° pariring: none ;)

Saturday Night

On top of a hill sat a huge mansion that was blasted with lights. Lights that were needed for this particular night. Multiple security guards lined the perimeter of the property, armed and ready. Limos and luxury cars came in and out of the gates that made a barrier, keeping regular people out. A red carpet directed people from their cars to the wooden front door. Servants awaited the guests, taking their coats and leading them to where the rest of the attendees were. The mansion was filled with elites. Everyone dressed in their best clothes, some handmade and others imported. Laughter and music filled the house as people mingled and networked. Everyone was calm and the only ones of high alert were those watching out for their enemies. This mixture of a tense but relaxed atmosphere suffocated the ballroom as people searched for who to trust and avoided backstabbers.

The only odd ones in the party were Minho and Han, at least so far. The two were able to get in with no trouble. They were sitting in the ballroom and trying to be as invisible as possible. While Han took one half of the room, Minho took the other. They both surveyed the room.

“Alright, is your earpiece working,” Minho asked.

“Yup. Also, I think I’ve spotted one of the leaders.”

“Which one?”

“Kim. He’s next to the entrance talking to some… politicians? What the heck?”

“Are you really that surprised? The director did say some important leaders would be here,” Minho whispered into the earpiece. He looked around more to see if he could spot the other two leaders, but luck was not on his side at the moment. “I don’t see the other two.”

“Probably aren’t even in the room,” Han sighed.

They hoped that everyone would be in one spot so that they could sneak off. They don’t want to be there for too long or eventually they’d get caught. The two agents continued to survey the room in hopes of knowing that everyone was there. People kept coming in and out of the ballroom, maybe to a bathroom or the smoking room.

“Maybe we should just make a big commotion or something-”

“Shut up. Let’s just stay put until we’re sure that enough people won’t be in the halls.”

Han sighed and continued to walk around. He grabbed a champagne flute from one of their servers and sipped a taste.

“Han, you better not get drunk.”

“Wha- how?”

“Han.”

“I won’t, I won’t. It’s just a glass. I won’t even drink the whole thing.”

He smirked a bit at Minho’s concern. Was it for him and his health or just him thinking that Han might mess up their mission tonight. He was going to go with the former, of course. Han knew not to fuck up with an important mission. Imagine if he did succumb to his impulses on their past missions, he wouldn’t be alive today. He knew how to control himself most times. Yes, he’s made some mistakes, but he’s only human. Also, not all agents are perfect. For example, one of the agents on their floor was almost fired for nearly shooting the mayor. At least Han hasn’t done that, he knew better.

As Han walked around the area, he bumped into someone whose face was hidden.

“Oh, my bad,” he apologized. The person looked back and he noticed that this person wasn’t someone important, or at least no one he was briefed about. They were about the same height as him, pretty strong features, reddish hair, and had a slight glare on their face. Han had to admit, she was kinda hot. He didn’t have time to process more of the woman’s looks as she rushed away to her destination, wherever that was.

“Han,” Minho spoke into the ear piece for the third time. He still didn’t get his attention as his was on the woman who took his breath away.

“Jisung!”

“Huh, what?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Totally.” Minho sighed and went about his business. They both took in the people around and figured that most were in the room. A tap on the microphone alerted everyone and turned their attention to the source.

“Welcome everyone! The silent auction will be starting in 5 minutes. Again, the silent auction will be starting in five minutes,” said the announcer.

“Should we wait or should we make our way to the hall,” Minho asked.

“Let’s wait it out and leave before it starts.”

They walked around a bit and made little conversation with those attending. They at least had to interact so that no one would think they were suspicious. As the time for the auction grew closer, Minho and Han started making their way to the doors that led to the hallway.

“You’ve seen the other leaders yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Hopefully we won’t run into them, let’s go.”

The two agents slid past the crowd and went into the hallway, searching for the room where the box is. They avoided all the security and cameras that were in their path. Eventually, they came across a fork in the road.

“Uhh, Minho… do you remember if we go left or right?”

Minho signed and grabbed Han’s bicep to lead him to the hall on the right.

“Ah, but are you sure it’s right?”

“Yes, it’s right. I have the place memorized. Now hush and hurry up.”

“I’m just checking, ya know? What if we went in the wrong direction and went to the wrong room? Or worse, what if we run into the bosses? What is-”

“Han! Shh,” Minho slapped a hand on his mouth. As he did, they heard footsteps coming their way. They rushed to the room next to them. Luckily, it was an empty bedroom. They held their breath as they waited for the person to pass by. They couldn’t tell if it was the steps of one of the guards or just a random attendee. Regardless, they don’t need a slip-up on this mission. They stayed in there until the person passed by, and once they did, Minho pushed Han out of the room.

“That was close, come on.”

The two rushed to the room that the box should be in and surveyed the room for any triggers or cameras. It was pretty suspicious that it wasn’t guarded seeing that the box, or at least what was inside, was so important. Maybe it’s all a scam? Maybe it’s nothing in the box? Or maybe no one outside of the agency knows about the box and the mafia isn’t expecting anyone to take it? There were so many questions, but so little time to answer them.

Before they could get closer, a leg aimed at their heads came out of nowhere. Luckily, they both dodged the kick, but another came as quick. Minho wasn’t as lucky this time as the person kicked at his chest. Since he wasn’t as close, Han was able to move out of the way and prepared to attack.

The person revealed themselves.

“Who the hell are you?”

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#mafia au #stray kids jisung #stray kids han #stray kids #stray kids minho #stray kids mafia au #skz au

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exoflash · 2 years

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The trainguy beats up a sith lord crackfic

I wrote this at 2 am a few nights ago as a joke. Still cant find the post on here that inspired it.

Everyone is probably SUPER out of character. But this is a joke fic anyways, so that's fine. Don't go around posting me in cringe comps

The weather was cold. And windy.

Very, verrrry windy. Yup.

Where had Solgaleo even taken him? The man's research had given him a lead, and he planned to go full steam ahead to ancient Sinnoh. But this... it seems he had certainly exited at the wrong station.

Regardless, he held that spark of hope- wrapping his coat ever tighter around his body with one hand, hanging onto his hat with the other as he braved the terrible storm overhead. All he had to do was find shelter...

He was sent flying back again by the near-unsurvivable weather.

And straight into some sort of wall.

"A."

Well, that solves the shelter issue! If any other soul was around, perhaps he could get directions back to Nimbasa City? Yup. Someone would know, he was certain of it! Very certain. Verrrrrrry certain...

As he entered into the darkness, he was beginning to wish he'd brought his lantern. He didn't want to send out any of his pokemon- Not in these weather conditions! He wouldn't dare endanger the safety of his passengers!

His eyes eventually began to adjust to the dark. What was that shiny thing on the ground?

His brother would not have advised to pick it up. He was the man's only source of impulse control.

But his brother wasn't here right now, he could do anything he wanted!

His brother... wasn't-

He tried not to think about that as he picked the object up.

"Ah! A flashlight! Verrrry good!"

He clicked to turn it on, and the surrounding area was engulfed in the light of a blue blade.

"...This is not a flashlight. Yup. But it will do. Yup."

He stood there for a few seconds.

Ingo would've been fascinated by-

No, don't think about that right now. Full steam ahead!

He carefully examined the space he was in, the dim light guiding his way. The space was wide, but nobody was here. Probably abandoned.

He decided to continue into the labyrinth, alert for danger.

This place was HUGE, and he didn't want to stay long. If he didn't find anyone, he would see if he could contact someone by phone or internet.

"...I am Emmet. I am getting verrrrry tired of this." He said quietly, to no one in particular.

He was about to give up the search, when...

"-it! Make the sacrifice!"

Emmet's eyes went wide. He would've preferred being stranded to hearing something like THAT.

Without a second thought, he immediately (and carelessly) began to run for the source of the sound.

His hat went flying off as he bolted. It was surprising this hadn't happened much earlier.

He skidded to a halt as he arrived- thank Arceus nobody had heard him.

Because this was definitely some sort of cult.

He stood before a giant open room, the centerpiece a dark throne that gave the former king of Team Plasma a run for his money.

It was set up like some sort of colosseum, cult(?) members in robes standing all the way around it.

In the middle of the room stood a girl holding a sword similar to his own.

Facing her was an old man on life support. Yeah, that checks out. Would creepy old men please stop trying to take over the world for FIVE minutes?!

The girl raised her sword.

The cult members approached her.

This was verrry bad! Unacceptable! No harassment allowed! He had to intervene!

"Hello! I am Emmet."

Everyone halted, turning to the new voice. Even the old man did a double take, he and the girl briefly exchanging a look of confusion.

The old man spoke up.

"How did you end up here, boy...?!"

Eugh, he sounded as gross as he looked. Verrrry icky. No good.

"That is unimportant! You are trying to do something harmful to the safety of all passengers involved!"

"And how do YOU know this?" The old man hissed, voice dripping with more venom than a wild Arbok.

"I am good at reading faces. I have had lots of practice."

He stepped out into the arena, almost flamboyantly. He put a hand on his hip, using the laser sword as a pointing stick in the other. "Rrrregardless! I request that you cease all malicious activities, or else I will have to bring your track to a forced stop!"

Everyone in the arena was just staring awkwardly as the air went still.

Finally, the old man broke into a fit of laughter. Before Emmet could say anything else, he found himself flying into the wall. Again.

He yelped like a hurt puppy, his grin not leaving his face.

The old man made a mistake. Emmet had lost his grip on the strange laser sword, and it had gone flying straight into his overly complicated life support.

Get owned, boomer.

The cultists from the shadows were shouting, and he was unsure if they were screaming or cheering. It reminded him of the televised pokémon arena battles in Galar... albeit in a creepy 'you are about to get sacrificed to a Giratina worshipping cult' way.

As he got back up, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly.

On instinct, he jumped up, standing straight and saluting the newcomer. The new guy didn't notice, running straight for the girl. Emmet waved anyways.

"Hello! I am Emmet. I do not think the old man is dea-"

The cultists on the ground drew their weapons on the three.

"...Grrrreat."

The newcomer had grabbed the laser sword Emmet had tossed into the life support system- was he watching the whole time too?

Whatever. He had his fists. If he could handle the streets of Castelia city, he could handle weirdos in robes.

A laugh.

Oh dear Arceus above. The old man's not dead.

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Rey hardly remembered the fight, and everything that led up to it. She and Ben had fought by each other's side, both of them moving in perfect sync. Everything was going too quickly for her to even think. All they had to do was survive. Trust in the Force. She had risked so much to get here, with only Ben fighting by her side.

...Well, okay. The disheveled postman was a surprise. And he seemed just as confused as she was. But she didn't have time to unpack all that. He was holding his own just fine- probably a resistance fighter.

When everything had slowed down, though. She couldn't even try yo confront Palpatine. The man in white was beating the kriff out of him, and... WINNING?

He was now kicking the former emperor into the ground, yelling something about safety checks and staying behind the yellow line.

"Hey- I, uhm- I think... I think- I think you've gotten him-" Ben chimed in, probably too scared to actually approach.

The man in white froze, and turned to him.

"I am Emmet. I am verrrrry tired of 80 year old megalomaniacs. Yup!"

He continued his beatdown.

Welp. Since this wasn't the big fight anyone was prepared for, Ben and Rey simply looked at each other exhaustedly. They both just decided to wait a couple more minutes.

This was sure gonna be something to explain to the resistance.

#pokemon #star wars #what other tags do ppl use....#i will tag the characters.#rey skywalker #ben solo #darth sidious #subway boss emmet #sorry everyone.

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bonesandthebees · 2 years

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Last one, a little bit about Phil’s comparison of the brothers. Because he does pick up on the fact that Wilbur see Tommy as better than him. So he starts out by validating Wilbur’s actions when they first arrived. Points out how controlled Wilbur was and how he knew exactly what the stakes where and when do you'll Tommy back. I’m assuming that’s part of what intrigued Phil about him at the start. There’s potential in someone so young being so away of their situation whereas Tommy on his own would have been so easy to play.

Now Phil realises that they are similar. All Wilbur’s hidden snark and impulsiveness was intrigueing too. Because Wilbur used to have a much better lid on his actions, until the stacking pressure made it pop off entirely. And now his control is gone and that impulsiveness is in full display.

What Wilbur still fails to realise is that Tommy is handling things better because he started out with less pressure and slowly got eased into it as Wilbur started dropping more and more of his composure under his own pressure. Also right now Wilbur has no idea how well Tommy is talking anything because they don’t talk. Like sparring with Techno is probably equal amount of distract to Tommy as drinking with Quackity is to Wilbur (abeit more healthy and possibly effective because there’s not much Tommy can do about the situation while Wilbur is just ignoring his issues)

-🌲

yup, phil was intrigued by wilbur at the very start because of how controlled and methodical he was. the second phil figured out why wilbur had brought him and tommy to zephys iv, he knew that he wanted to keep an eye on wilbur. because that's a very cunning move for a completely inexperienced 19 year old advisor to play. deciding to go to the head of a hostile empire solely based off the adage of, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" is an insanely risky thing to do, but wilbur did it and it was a SMART choice. that right there is what caught phil's attention. and since then, watching wilbur completely unravel over his own pressure has been nothing short of fascinating for him to witness.

while wilbur's been breaking down on zephys iv though, tommy has been piecing himself together. the pressure has made him better. he's stressed as hell and scared shitless of the fact that his older brother isn't guiding him anymore, but he's being forced into a leadership role that while he was being prepared for, he'd never actually needed to take up until now. and he's figuring out how to handle the pressure like wilbur, but like you pointed out it's in a much healthier way. the brothers are so alike, but they're going exact opposite directions at the same time and it's so interesting to write about

#ask #spruce anon #the stars and their children

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activate-shadow-of-the-window · 6 months

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I am late as hell but only by a day! Have some anticipation and just a touch of dread.

A warning: some purposefully unsettling descriptions of sculk.

Hermittober Day 16 (Late): Feather

Tango had no clue as to what was going on, and was extremely determined to find out what he did not know.

I mean, nothing this exciting had happened to him since Grian had gotten here, and the Basalt King was itching for more adventure. His tunnels were far from being complete, so why not go running off to X’s home with weapons, unannounced…

“… right when a snow storm was rolling in? I mean, something is up. And I’d like to know.”

The parrot, who Tango suddenly realized wasn’t Martyn, blinked her warm brown eyes at him. “I’m sorry, sir, but I think you have me confused for my husband. Nevertheless, none of us are able to tell you about what’s going on. Grian has insisted on you not going into the raid.”

Tango’s face froze for a moment. “W-W-What? But I’m completely ready to go in! I-I brought my flail and armor and magic stuff and everything!”

As he spoke, he opened his massive coat-cloak thing and revealed a truly insane amount of weaponry: his massive morningstar flail, a pair of short swords, what looked to be a pair of grenades, and an assortment of magical components, from bundles blaze rods to cheesecloth-covered balls of magma cream.

Grian popped out from somewhere behind the grey-and-gold who had been speaking, and grinned. “Oh, Tango, Tango! With an armory like that, there’s no way you’re not going in! Come on and suit up!”

“Oh, yeah!”

Tango joined the rest of the prospective raiders in the clanking and clinking of metal that came with equipping armor and sheathing swords and bundling arrows for quivers. He didn’t actually have to do much beyond slipping on leg and arm guards, so he took the chance to unsubtly look over the gear of the other raiders.

Etho, as usual, was dressed in barely any armor. The canid had naught but gauntlets and greaves of an odd colored metal, and some sort of high collar made of the same material. His axe was slung over his back, the double-head gleaming in the dusky light.

Impulse, by contrast, wore a veritable war-horse’s worth of armor. Every inch of him was covered in chainmail and plate, yet he still managed to move like a cat in the stuff. His heavy cavalry sword and crossbow were polished to a mirror shine.

Grian wore the exact same gear he had equipped when dueling Pearl, except metal: arm guards, a belt full of nasty surprises, and his cutlass. In addition, the parrot wore a helmet of iron and black metal, its face guard hooked like a beak.

The other parrot-folk wore similar armor but carried different weaponry: a feather-staff spear, a pair of short swords, and a longbow.

Everyone seemed to be rather nervous, which was only natural, given the circumstances.

Suddenly, the parrot with the feather-staff whirled around and pointed his weapon at a tree. “Show yourself, sovereign! I can smell that sculk!”

The snow-covered spruce rustled as Cub dropped down from a low branch, his white coat invisible in the kicked up powder. The sculk on his body stood out starkly against his transparent skin, growths pulsing with sickly light from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his wings. He raised his arms in surrender.

His voice was unsteady and carefully dispassionate. “Sorry. Couldn’t help following. Had to come. I’ll help. I’m hungry. Sorry. That’s a lie. We’re hungry.”

Grian waved for the parrot to lower his weapon. “Calm down, Tomo. I knew he was here. Can you control it, Cub?”

“We are in agreement. For once. We will help you. We feel our lost kin.”

Grian nodded, and looked towards the mountainside. “Well then. Etho, you sure you can get us in?”

“Yup.”

“Alright. Let’s do this.”

The two proceeded to lope and gilde-run up the mountain, followed closely by the Evo birds and Cub. Tango shared a look with Impulse, who shrugged and began running after them on all fours. Tango stood there for a moment, and sighed before breaking into a dead sprint. He’d overtaken them all by the time they found the door.

#horizon to horizon au #fanfic #fanfiction #hermitcraft au #microfiction #hermittober #hermitcraft

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lasclscale · 2 years

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notveryflamboyantofyou · 3 years

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even more science don't you all love me

So you guys know how in the ... mcyt origins smp(with ghostbur) Niki can't get out of the water and the reason Ranboo/enderman in genreal cant get wet( i don't remember where the post is but it's there)

What if the reason the merlings(not just niki) can’t really go above water is not just because they can’t really breathe air( though that is a playing factor) but because merlings cells are made to absorb much more water because of the fact that they live in the ocean and rivers and because of that if they are on land or above the water for an extended amount of time their cells would collapse on themselves because they aren’t getting enough water so the merlings shrivel up and die.

#merling nihachu #water science #yup still no impulse control #science #minecraft mobs #origins mod

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cornfarm · 3 years

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waves against the rocks

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 2.0k

synopsis: you show saiki your powers. he’s unbearibly jealous, yet for the first time, he feels seen and understood by another person.

cws: mention of the reader having a bad family

genre: melancholic fluff

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

greetings... i promise i’m working on cease and desist part 2 but i keep starting one shots;; I ALSO DECIDED TO CHANGE MY TEXT FORMAT... i yoinked all the capital letters away... it feels a bit more liberating

whenever i make my crazy op self insert oc, i always think about how i can make them a foil/double to the characters i like. for example my gintama s/i is also a traumatized war veteran. i thought like... wouldn’t it be fun to write the reader character as a direct foil AND double to saiki? they have everything he doesn’t, but he has a lot that they dont and it’s like,., mutual jealousy.

i also wanted to write saiki properly empathizing with someone. aiura and toritsuka are so fun because they both have different moral compasses with their powers and how they’d like to use them. however despite the fact theyre all psychics, saiki can’t really empathize with either of them.

i wanted to have saiki be excited about something, and feel truly seen. empathy is a very powerful thing.

i hope the “ability” i chose isn’t too cringe;;;

i can’t help but feel like i write saiki ooc so feedback would be super appreciated!

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perception. the way people are seen by others, the mental images and sour thoughts rooted in nothing but misconception. the falsafied persona of greatness, beauty, and kindness. perception.

you kept saiki afterschool. tugging at his sleeve, you quietly asked “i need to show you something, stay here for a few extra minutes?”. he refused you at first, but you stayed firm, “i need you to stay.” fierce. he decided to stay.

but you stood before saiki, right? were you there? he suddenly felt a bit weary, head pounding at the thought of you. your name, voice, scent, failing to find matches in his library of records. when he thought of you, his brain flickered through the faces and names of everyone else he knew.

you were a gap, a void, a sudden unconjurable memory. it was horrifying. but he quickly accepted it. the body circling behind of him was none of his concern, because there was nobody there. he supposes he should go home now. why was he standing alone in the classroom anyways?

firm hands land on his shoulders, warm, present. he remembers why he’s here.

“it’s not that i’m invisible, it’s just that your brain can’t recognize me, and refuses to acknolwedge me as a thing that exists.”

like a wave crashing against a rocky shore, the void is filled. your voice, your scent, your name, all slotted back into place in his mental library. he recognizes the hands on your shoulders as yours.

a hand snakes around and pushes up his glasses, covering his eyes.

“it’s not about visibility, it’s perception. you are unable to percieve me as a living thing, or of anything of importance. that’s why you can’t read my thoughts, and that’s why you’re so quick to give up trying to recall me.”

he’s practically trembling- you have one power. it was simple, but it managed to find a loophole around practically all of his.

“that’s terrifying.”

“right?”

you take your hands away and step in front of him. he adjusts his glasses properly.

“were you born with it?”

you nod, “it caused me trouble when i was a kid. i almost got left at an airport,” you chuckle.

“does anyone else know?”

“i’ve tried to tell my parents but they don’t believe me. they called me a liar and delusional, so i decided to stop trying with them. nobody else knows, i’ve never told any of my past friends either. when i found out about your powers, i thought maybe someone would finally understand. that’s the only reason i wanted to tell you.”

your lip quivers, “you believe me, right?”

truth be told, saiki’s stunned. he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have such an abrasive ability. despite how reclusive and fittingly unnoticeable it is, it was certainly powerful.

he’s jealous. you were able to freely aquire something he wanted- privacy, but he does believe you, afterall he just watched you waltz around him, outside of his keen field of view.

“yeah, i do.”

you smile, bright and wide- you’re nearly trembling. was being believed that big of a deal to you?

you take a step forward and embrace him, wrapping your arms around his torso as your head presses against his chest. he goes a bit stiff, and glances at the door. “hey, someone might walk in-”

“it’s fine.” you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and oh. your eyes are glimmering, shining greater than he’s ever seen them, “they won’t.”

burying your face back into him, he tenataively wraps his arms around your back. you continue, voice muffled, “’m sorry, you’re the first person who’s accepted me. i’m happy.”

the emotional explanation for your actions ease him a bit, “it’s fine.” he states back.

you finally pull away, and for a brief moment as you lose connection, you flicker out of his view, but you come back in again, placing your hand on his.

“actually, i can touch you while using my power without you being affected by them, but i’m manually using it on you right now.”

“if you touch someone while making sure they still can’t see you, what does that make them experience?” his voice is clear, a bit fierce in tone. you always had trouble reading saiki, but you could tell that this was interest. perhaps he was threatened, but he was certainly intrigued.

“they might whirl around and look who’s touching them and account it to a person around them, but if not, they might think they’re having sensory hallucinations. i can also talk to people, but because my voice doesn’t have any weight to it, it’s almost like a hypnotic suggestion.”

“so you can brainwash people?”

“not necessarily,” you let go of his hand, you must have released your power, your eyes are dark, “if i suggest something to someone and it’s something mild, they’re more likely to do it because it already falls into their line of thinking. if i suggest something bold, they might do it thinking it’s an impulsive thought.”

“most people won’t do extreme things, they’ll read those as intrusive thoughts. but sometimes people think my voice is the voice of god, or a passed on relative, and will do intense things regardless of their judgement. others have poor impulse control, and some are just batshit crazy.”

you sheepishly scratch your head, “but i don’t really like having that much control over people. i don’t want to use my powers to hurt anyone.”

“do you want to use them to help people?”

you pause. it seems you’ve thought about this quite a bit.

“well my powers can’t help people. they give me the ability to help people, but they can’t help people directly. i think it’s a matter of it i’m strong enough to help people.”

“are you?”

“would you hate me if i said no? of course i lend a hand to my friends when they need it, but i don’t think i’m strong enough to really make a difference. i want to live peacefully.”

you look down at your hands, “i wish i wasn’t born with it.”

saiki felt unnervingly softhearted. he struggled empathizing with his peers, but his heart pounded in solemn familiarity. “i don’t hate you for that, i’m the same. having the powers i do means i have the responsibility of keeping the world in peace. people would be jealous of me for the self-fulfilling purposes i could use my powers for, but i don’t want to use my powers to hurt people. i don’t want to help anyone either. i just want to be left alone.”

guilt. guilt was a disease, just like jealousy is. it eats at you from the inside, and creeps up at times least expected. it left both of you hollow and empty.

“i wish i didn’t have powers,” he continues, “i don’t think i’ve ever properly experienced life in the way i’m supposed to, like everyone else has. i’m envious of you, you’ve had a bit more normalcy than me.”

“i suppose we’re equally unhappy, then,” you smile at him. he had been staring out the window, but he turns to looks at you. you’re leaning on the door of the classroom, tilting your head, you ask him a silent “walk home with me?”.

“i mean,” you begin, “i’ve missed out on a lot. i’ve always had trouble making friends- my powers made it difficult for people to remain interested in me. i’ve gotten pretty good at controlling them, pk academy has been really good to me, but it doesn’t heal the damage it’s caused me.”

your teeth gnaw at your lower lip, “your family is so supportive of you, they love you so much, it makes me angry. i wish i could say the same about mine.”

it wasn’t too empty in the school, but your footsteps were loud and clear, both you and saiki walking in sync. saiki didn’t really know what to say, so he stayed silent.

sighing, you continue, “i don’t want to be alone, but it’s too easy to be reclusive when that’s where you’ve always been. if you live a life of isolation, making friends is scary and draining,” a grim smile forms on your face, as if you’re trying to comfort yourself.

but saiki does have to admit that the two of you have much more in common than he initially thought. he quietly thinks to himself, perhaps he could use your abilities.

“y/n,” he begins, eyes meeting yours, “will you do me a favor?”

“yeah, what is it?”

he doesn’t like being indebted to people, but he wants to test your limits. you don’t give him the chance to ask, “you want me to use my powers while we walk out together, don’t you.”

his mouth falls a bit open, lips parting, “how did you know?”.

you laugh, “you’re not the only one who can read minds,” and reach out to wrap a hand around his forearm. he raises a brow at you, seemingly amused by your comment. he expected you to take his hand again, but your firm grip on his arm was admitedly unexpected.

he felt his heart skip a beat.

“well? are you doing it?”

“yup, you won’t feel any different though.”

walking down the steps together, people passed the two of you, strangers, familiar faces, teachers. nobody noticed.

the two of you passed toritsuka at the steps, but he paid no mind. “you know,” saiki started, “when i use my invisibility power, that guy can still see me.”

“can he?” you murmur, your voice a bit low.

“if it’s easier, you can just think what you’d like to say to me, we can talk that way.”

you squint your eyes in concentration, “like this?” you think to yourself.

“yeah.”

you smile. you continue to hold onto his arm as he changes his shoes.

“that must be frustrating, that he can still see you.”

he nods. he supposes if toritsuka can’t see you, then aiura probably can’t track you- and him, down either.

“hold onto my arm while i change mine.”

without breaking contact, he gently wraps his fingers around your wrist. you hastily change your shoes, and slide your hand a bit up, taking his in yours.

“is it neccesary to hold hands?” he asks. his expression was nearly deadpanned, but the slight crease in his brows communicated just enough. he felt sheepish, a bit lost.

“no, but it’s nice.”

teruhashi stands idly at the exit, waiting, doing her best to gently shake off the boys that surrounded her.

“she’s looking for me.”

“is she? do you want to talk to her?”

“no.”

you pause.

“is she the reason you asked me to do this for you?”

he nods.

you turn and head towards the gate, but not before waving a hand in front of her face. you take a deep breath, before exclaiming a loud “teruhashi!”. she whirls around, trying to find the source of the voice, looking rather bewildered.

letting out a hearty laugh, you grin up at him. a slight huff of air escapes his upturned lips.

the two of you slip past the front gate.

“but you owe me something in return, i don’t give out my labor for free!”

he sighs, “what would you like?”

“wait, really? i was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me!” you double down on your demands.

“you say that, but i know you’re secretly hoping i’ll treat you.”

“shit, i forgot you can read my mind. that’s so invasive.” you pout, “not fair!”

“it’s fine, i don’t like being indebted to people, and you did do me a favor like i asked, so i’ll take you somewhere.”

you look a bit nervous, “really? you’re sure?”

“just accept the offer before i revoke it.”

you twirl in a circle, letting go of his hand and hopping a few steps ahead of him. “you’re buying me a nice coffee then!”

he lunges out to take it again.

“sure.”

and once more in sync, both of your hearts skip a beat.

#im sorry for writing so much friends to lovers in the pining stage i can't help it /j #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo x reader #saiki k imagines #saiki k headcanons #saiki x reader

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