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What can i do for you

this is the romitri fic no one asked for that i made up as i wrote it😁

summary: a hidden (completely made up) scene the morning after Mikhail's death 1x05. Romitri attempting to train after everything (truthfully this doesn't fit into the plot at all)

She was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

The sun had started to rise in the far east, and she still hadn’t arrived on the training grounds. Not that he expected her to after the week she’s had. In fact, he told her that training could be canceled if she felt she wasn’t up to it, but she had insistently refused.

He knew she was hurting. She and Mikhail seemed extremely close, and then he was taken away in the worst way possible. And by her hands, to make things worse. He didn’t blame her if she needed time to process.

But he might blame her for wasting his time.

“I know I’m late. Sorry.”

She rounded the corner, her steps quick and precise, nothing like the carefree stroll she always inhabited. Bags rested beneath her eyes and there were little streaks down her cheeks that looked like dried tears. She looked miserable. Was it bad that he still found her to be incredibly beautiful despite her distress?

“Twelve minutes late, to be exact,” he replied.

She met his gaze, her eyes looked wild. Reckless. “I already said sorry.”

She brushed past him and threw her jacket to the ground. The brisk, cold air brought out the rosy hue in her cheeks. Rolling her shoulders, she took her place on the field and stood in the fighting position.

“Let’s start, yeah?”

He turned to stare at her, hesitating before he stood in front of her and matched her stance. They didn’t even perform the pre-battle ritual, but he refrained from saying anything. Obviously she wasn’t in a talking mood.

She lunged at him quickly, throwing a punch so quick he was almost unable to dodge it. Dimitri ducked under her arm and managed to step to the side before a well placed kick landed on his shin. He threw a punch at her side which she side-stepped and retaliated with a wild hit to his jaw.

He stumbled back a few steps, barely having time to process before she attacked again. He evaded a high kick to the shoulder and a jab to his Adam's apple. That would’ve been a particularly low blow, even for her. She was fighting dirty, using every part of the body as a point of attack instead of acting with precision to take her opponent down. To take him down.

The hits she gave out were rapid and reckless in every way, but fast and blurred. He almost couldn’t keep up. He finally gained the upper hand and decided to put an end to it when she attempted a nasty uppercut.

He caught her fist in his palm and he twisted, turning himself so him and her arm were pressed tightly against her back, trying to be mindful of the bruises she may have obtained the night before. He leaned down until his mouth was next to her ear.

“You’re fighting like a Strigoi,” he spoke in her ear.

She released a pained scream as she squirmed against him. “Let go.”

He tightened his hold. “Rose. Breathe.”

She was panting and grunting and growling. She struggled to no end, stomping her feet on his and snapping her head back to bash his. His hold remained strong. His hand held steady and firm on her forearm, and he was about to suggest she stop moving so much before she hurt herself.

It wasn’t until he saw hot tears begin to stream down her face that his grip faltered. Her legs shook and he wrapped a hand around her waist as her knees buckled. He went down with her, sitting on his knees and placing her in his lap as she gasped against him.

Dimitri kissed her temple, releasing her arm and wrapping both of his around her, pressing back more tightly against his front.

“Roza,” he whispered.

She leaned her head back until rested on his shoulder. Her eyes closed as she sobbed in his arms.

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” she gasped between breaths.

“I know.”

“He didn’t deserve it. Any of it.”

Dimitri didn’t speak, letting her gain a little bit of calm as he held her.

Her eyes opened so that she stared at the bright sky. Tears and sorrow swarmed in her gaze. She seemed to crumble right before his eyes. All the toughness and nonchalance she carries in her persona disappeared in front of him.

“I killed him.”

He quickly turned her so that she could see his face, gripping her forearms so that, as much as she struggled, she couldn’t move away from his intense glare.

“You didn’t kill anyone. Mikhail was already gone before he attacked you. If anything, you did him a favor. You did your duty–”

“You and this fucking duty!” Rose growled, rising on her knees to look directly into his eyes. “I murdered one of my only friends. Everyone keeps saying it’s okay because he was Strigoi, but it’s not okay! It will never be okay.”

“You’re right. It will never be okay, nor will it get any easier.” He agreed, lifting his hand to strong a loc of hair off her shoulder. “But you must know, that person you stabbed wasn’t Mikhail in the end. That man you knew was dead long before you ended it all. Nothing is going to make that easier to accept, but you must accept it. Or else this death will consume you.”

She shook her head, new tears forming in her eyes. He cupped her face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe at the corner of her eyes.

“I’ve seen this life ruin a lot of people. Please, don’t let it ruin you too.”

He spoke earnestly, his eyes never moving from their gaze into hers.

“I can see that you are in so much pain, and I wish I could take it away. I wish I could fight you the way you need me to. I wish I could blame you the way you want me to. But I cannot because, Roza, you did absolutely nothing wrong.”

He felt her suck in a halting breath. “You did it again.”

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“You called me Roza,” She clarified.

He cleared his throat and dropped his hands from her face, having every intention to shuffle away. But her hands were fisted in the fabric of his tank top near his ribs.

“I–”

They were close. Too close. Fuck.

He didn’t even realize their proximity until he felt her breasts against his hard chest. He couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

Was she leaning in? Fuck, she was leaning in. He had dreamt about this moment. It sounds perverted, but the amount of times he had been thinking about her mouth on his. His mouth is anywhere on her.

But they couldn’t do this. Not right now at least. She was hurting.

He would soon rather die than take advantage of her like that.

One of her hands landed on his cheek and slowly moved to cup the back of his neck. She was pulling him even closer. He couldn’t breathe. From here, their mouths were almost touching. They were panting into each other's mouths and he swore he saw her eyes flick down to his lips before staring into his again. All he had to do was close the distance…

“We should–”

She didn’t let him finish.

Her lips were insistent against his, pillow soft in their assault on him. The hand on his neck moved into his hair and gripped the strands like they were a lifeline. His hands dropped down to her hips, pulling her closer than he ever intended her to be. He wanted to stop, needed to stop. But she was intoxicating. Her scent. Her softness. Her mouth. He couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

A wet pass at his bottom lip shocked him into reality. Fuck, he would do anything to taste her, to explore every inch of that devious mouth of hers. But not right now.

He broke this kiss, panting heavily. His lips craved her instantly.

Distance. They need distance.

“Rose, we can’t–”

“Shut up,” she pulled him in again, but she diverted her attention to kiss down his cheek to the side of his neck.

“Fuck.”

She was going to be the death of him.

“Rose, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“And why not?” She sucked hard at a spot on his neck and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes to the back of his head.

“Because,” He pulled her closer despite his own mind’s protests, “You’re hurting. I won’t take advantage of you.”

She pulled back to look into his eyes. “You’re not taking advantage of me.”

“Rose…”

She pecked his lips and trailed kisses until she reached his ear.

“I want you.”

She nibbled on his ear lobe and he almost took her right there on the floor.

“I need you.”

She pulled back to look at him once more, her face pleading.

“I need this, Dimitri.” Her forehead dropped to his chin. He kissed the top of her head, trying to regain what little composure he had left. “Please, let me have this.”

She had never pleaded with him before. He didn’t think the word “please” would ever come out of her mouth.

He wanted to hear it again.

“Please, Dimitri,” she whispered against his chest.

And he broke.

…

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#vampire academy #romitri #dimitri belikov #rose hathaway #fanfiction

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tysm!!!

Week 49 Reblog Masterlist

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You can check my main reblog masterlist 2022 here.

You can check my December reblog masterlist 2022 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 49 2022:

Keep your eyes to yourself (John Proudstar X Reader, Andy Strucker X Reader) by @scarlett-dunbar101​ 💚

And then it rained (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sapphire-rogers​ 💚

Morbius (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @may85​ 💚

Imagine Steve visiting skull in prison by @imaginemarvelfanfic​ 💙

Fully agree (The divine pairing) by @rose-of-gabriel​ 💚

What could’ve been (Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @you-are-my-sanctuary​ 💙

Secret Santa (Bock Rumlow X Reader) by @captainsophiestarkwriting​ 💚

My saviour chapter 30: Alexander Pierce (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤 ❤️💚💙

What could’ve been final part (Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @you-are-my-sanctuary​ 💙

Lesson (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​ 💚

Kiss me and stay with me (Stucky) by @hollybee8917​ 💚

When you’re old (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nana1000night​ @1000night​💚

Chrome & leather chapter 16 (Steve Rogers X OFC, Billy Russo X OFC) by @saiyanprincessswanie​ 💚💙

The will to get to you (Thunderblink) by @zoefandom127​ 💚

Slow dancing in the kitchen (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rodrikstark​ 💚

Dating headcanons with Michael Morbius (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @angelltheninth​ 💚

40’s (Skinny!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin​ 💚

[zoefandom127]

BLOODMARKED SPOILERS:

this book stressed me out in ways i couldn’t understand.

i have been a nick and bree supporter from day 1 but man sel has been breaking down my walls. every little scene with nick and bree i craved but sel was just so amazing and adorable and the PINING drove me wild in this book. idk who to ship. idk who i should love more. and the fact that it ended without a convo about everyone’s feelings??? i’m STRESSED.

like i love sel and brees relationship but i also hate it because it changes everything i wanted at the beginning of the series: for bree and nick to be together despite sel’s brooding. i literally cried when bree kissed sel because i was so upset for nick and the idea of what their relationship could’ve been but i was also conflicted because it was such an anticipated and angsty and awesome moment.

bree and nick will probably always be my go-to but…bree and sel are ruining my life in the best way possible. i literally don’t know how to feel.

#nick davis #bree matthews #selwyn kane #legendborn nick #legendborn sel #legendborn bree #bloodmarked

[zoefandom127]

Hold me closer than ever before

an extended version of the end of 1x06(;

The dim light hid the faint tremors in her hands, but Dimitri could still see them shake no matter how tightly she pressed them together. She had run away from the tattoo before, but now she realized there was no avoiding it. The molnija was sacred: a show of the tenacity, courage, and strength it takes to be a Dhampir. She should feel honored.

 But, the cost to get this tattoo…

 Mikhail.

 How could she get a tattoo that inherently represented his death? His murder? Her crime against him? She lost a comrade. A friend. One of the best she ever had. And she was just supposed to ignore the means of his death for a fucking tattoo?

 Is that what she was doing? She had tried to avoid it before, but now that she was going through with the ceremony, was getting this tattoo shitting on the final moments of Mikhail's life and legacy?

  He wasn’t Mikhail. It was a Strigoi.

 Lissa’s words echoed through her mind. She didn’t understand. To stare into what used to be your friend’s mischievous, playful eyes while shoving a stake into his chest removed any and all rationality of the situation.

 It didn't matter if he was a Strigoi. In the end, he would always be her Mikhail. Her right-hand man. The one who never gave up on her, who always gave her a shoulder to cry on, and who always tapped his foot back against hers.

 Rose jumped slightly when she felt a sudden chill at the base of her neck. All her thoughts were halted as she once again became aware of what was happening around her.

 She was in Dimitri’s room. She had asked him to help her finish the molnija ceremony even though everything in her told her not to go through with it. He had gone to gather all the materials while she undid the top buttons of her cardigan and slid it down her shoulders. Her back was perfectly bare to him and her bra was a lot more visible than she intended it to be, but she didn't move to cover herself further.

 She could have done this in a more formal setting and asked Alberta for a repeat of the ceremony, but all the eyes on her didn't feel right. They were honoring a Strigoi kill while she was mourning the loss of a loved one. The intimacy of being there with Dimitri made the guilt and the sadness much more bearable when it didn't feel like people were celebrating the death of her friend.

 Honestly, Dimitri's presence alone helped. He was comforting, believe it or not. His brooding nature softened just the slightest bit when he was with Rose and she clung to that.

 She felt safe with him.

 “Sorry,” he said in a whisper. “I’m trying to numb the area. The needle might hurt a bit.”

 Resisting the urge to shiver, she gave a light shrug. “I’ve probably had worse anyway.”

 He hummed back and didn’t say anything after that. Slowly, he swirled the ice cube against the middle of the back of her neck until she couldn’t feel anything but the cold. She was about to crack a joke on the time it takes to numb someone, but her words cut off when he dragged the ice cube down her spine. It was slow and tantalizing and the ice was melting against the heat of her skin. Goosebumps arose with each pass of the cold and she shivered from the slight brush of his fingers against her exposed back.

 Rose let out a harsh breath. Was she trembling? She couldn’t tell, not with the way he was still moving that damn ice along her skin. He must know. He has to know what this is doing to her. What he’s doing to her.

 Who knew ice could have such an effect on people? Or maybe it was just her and maybe it was just him.

 She looked back at him and–yeah. He knew exactly what he was doing. Because the way he looked at her almost caused her to stop breathing entirely. The look in his eyes had to be illegal or something. They were filled with pure need.

 Rose lifted slowly on her knees to get closer to his height. Cold water trailed down her spine and she could hear the faint thud of what was left of the ice hitting the carpet beneath them, but his eyes stayed on hers so she didn’t pay it any mind. Their breaths intermingled as she leaned closer and closer into his personal space. She almost thought he would stop her. That he would push her away and kick her out. But he did no such thing.

 Dimitri’s eyes flickered down to her lips and before she knew it, he was on her.

 His lips were soft against hers, a perfect contrast to the power with which he kissed her. Her lips dominated in size, but that didn’t stop him from devouring her and her entire being.

  Fuck.

 He kissed her like she was the air he required in his lungs. Like he had been thirsting for years and she was the water essential to his standing upright. He kissed her as if he needed her. Like he could never get enough of the taste of her lips. And she was more than happy to give him as much of her as he wanted.

 They broke apart for a split second, both panting in the other’s mouths and resting their foreheads together. They didn’t stay like that for long though, as he moved his hand to gently grip her face and pull her closer to him. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest and she whimpered at the contact. He swallowed the sound in another breathtaking kiss. Damn, he could kiss.

 Their lips moved quickly and insistently against one another. It was a clash of tongues and teeth and fingers that gripped anywhere, everywhere. His hands roamed along the planes of her back, his fingers delicately brushing against her bra straps. She had half a mind to tell him to rip it off.

 She brought her hands up to his hair, scratching his scalp gently as she gripped the soft strands at the roots. He let out a quiet sound that she thought might be a groan. She couldn’t tell though, and she didn't care to as his lips trailed the line of her jaw and then dropped to a spot on the side of her neck and–oh.

 She gasped and panted and slightly whimpered against him. She’d totally deny how much she was aching for him. For his lips, his tongue, his hands. For more. Right now she was completely and utterly at his will.

 She moaned when he sucked at her pulsed point and pulled his hair until his lips were back to hers. At least she wasn’t delirious enough to let him leave hickeys. Though, he probably would've stopped before he could leave a mark on her because he's Dimitri.

 It all ended way too quickly for her liking. He pulled back barely an inch after causing a delicious puff to her lips. He was breathing as hard as she was, if not more, and it seemed like he didn’t want to stop but he did anyway. 

 “Tattoo,” he panted in her mouth.

 Still floating from the high of whatever just happened, Rose mumbled in return. “What?”

 Fuck, he was so close. All she had to do is lean in and they’d be right back in a blissful, hot makeout state of mind.

 “I have to do the molnija tattoo. On you.” 

 Oh.

 Right.

 Because that’s what she came into his room to do in the first place.

 “Oh. Yeah, I–we should. Do that, I mean,” she mumbled aimlessly against his lips and he simply nodded in return.

 “Turn around,” he ordered softly, and for the first time, she did what he said without any protest.

 The numbness at the spot at the back of her neck had long since faded. She could hear the clink of the needle against the glass bowl of ink. 

 “Take a deep breath for me,” Dimitri rasped out. His voice was all breathy and gravelly.

 Rose breathed in through her nose and before she let it out, she felt the faint sting of the needle digging into her neck. She didn’t flinch, though. She didn’t show any sign of hurt. Like she said before, she’s had worse.

 After about an hour of tedious dragging of the needle, Dimitri finally laid the needle back on the plate that previously held it. Rose’s neck throbbed slightly but all in all, it wasn’t a terrible pain.

 “Done,” Dimitri said.

 Rose stood up and walked over to the mirror nearby. The tattoo looked good. Beautiful, even.

 She turned back to look at him and realized her bra was fully showing, her cardigan now laying loosely at her hips. Still, she didn’t move to cover herself.

 “Thank you,” she breathed out.

 Instead of saying anything, he nodded.

 Silently, she stood there. She watched as he walked towards her and stopped just inches in front of her. His eyes never left hers.

 And for the second time that night, he kissed her. He kissed her with vigor, with everything in him, before he pulled back once more. He stared at her, this time with something else swirling in his eyes. Though, she couldn’t quite place what it was. His hands rubbed down the length of her arms, down to her hips until he found the sleeves of her cardigan. He gently slid the fabric back over her shoulders, righting it over her frame and slowly buttoning it up.

 He leaned in again but instead of aiming for her mouth, he dipped to the side. There was a light brush of lips against her lobe as he whispered in her ear, “See you at training tomorrow.”

 Abruptly, he stepped out of her space and walked over to the door, opening it and leaning against it to keep it from closing.

 Rose stood there in shock for a moment as she looked down, releasing a laugh of disbelief. Fucking Dimitri. She glanced back up and could see the smirk playing on his lips.

 Fine. She’d play his game.

 She walked to the door with her head high and a smirk on her lips as well. Stopping right in front of him under the doorframe, she leaned against him and made sure every inch of the top half of her body was pressed against his.

 “Can’t wait,” she whispered and raised herself onto her toes to reach his ear, making sure to brush her lips against his lobe as he had done to her, “comrade.”

 With that, she pushed off of him, ignoring the way his breathing grew heavier, and strutted down the hallway to the Dhampir wards without so much as a glance back at his door.

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#vampire academy #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #rose x dimitri #romitri #fanfiction #romance #little bit of angst #little bit of grief

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this is the second chapter of taken sooooo enjoy!

Taken (Ch. 2)

Dark clouds of debris and dust lingered in the air. Screams from bystanders blared and just barely began to break through the high-pitched ringing in Wally’s ears. Ash and soot covered a considerable amount of the exposed flesh of his face. Multiple structures were on fire around the park and there were some citizens who got caught in the explosion looking just as disoriented as him. Forcing himself up off the ground, Wally made his way to the civilians and ran them out of the area.

“Go. Get somewhere safe.” He spoke sternly to the group of people who looked a little worse for wear.

Wally turned back to see if he missed anyone but he only found a large man just a few feet ahead hauling an unconscious golden blonde over his shoulder. His mouth spoke before he could stop it.

“Let her go!”

Wally stood before the group of villains, a furious glare fixed on him. Sportsmaster turned to face him, his mask obscuring his face from any possible identification. The rest of his posse seemed to appear beside him out of nowhere, completely unbothered by the mess they’ve created.

“Let her go.” Wally reiterated with a deadly glance cast their way.

Sportsmaster stood up straight, his posture almost lazy-like, though. Wally could hear the smile behind his voice. “Or what?”

Wally growled and started for them quickly. Speeding up to the side of Pied Piper, fully prepared to kick his feet from out of beneath him, he heard the undeniable soft melody of a flute that was impossible not to fall under.

Wally stopped in his tracks, his hand tightly pressed against his side and his legs unmoving. He willed his body to move, to run, but it didn’t budge.

“That all you got, Flashy? Huh, SM you were right. It was easy.” Captain Cold smirked.

Even though his body showed no movement, there was struggle evident on Wally’s face. His face contorted into that of anger as the five villains turned their backs and walked away from him. His still body began to squirm after a few minutes until finally his muscles released and his body fell to the ground.

He groaned at the soreness as he lifted his fingers to his earpiece.

“Flash to WatchTower. I need assistance.”

…

Artemis had been in this stupid cell for God knows how long. She knew her dad never had an ounce of hospitality to show but jeez—this was a bit much.

Finally bored of waiting for something to happen, Artemis proceeded to do the only thing she could think of—annoy people.

Banging the metal of her chains against the wall to attract some sort of attention, she added a yell that was sure to get someone’s attention.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?”

In hindsight she should’ve known this probably wasn’t the best idea, pissing off her father and his maniacal friend. But it’s all she’s got.

After a good 10 minutes of constant banging and borderline screaming the large metal door wrenched open to reveal an angry Captain Cold.

“Shut the hell up, brat!”

“Well, hello to you too.” Artemis smiled a sickly sweet smile. “I see you’re still following orders Cold.”

Captain Cold had worked for her father before as his right-hand man. She remembered catching him make snide comments multiple times that one day he would be the leader.

“I guess independence isn’t really a thing with you, is it?”

Captain Cold sneered at her. “You’re talking pretty boldly for someone being held captive.”

Artemis shrugged and smirked, determined not to let him know how the comment had affected her. They hadn’t killed her. Yet. That means they want something. But what do they want that requires her?

“I just think it’s funny, really. Sportsmaster and his sidekick. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? I’m thinking of t-shirts—”

Artemis gasped for air as the steel toe of a boot made contact with her abdomen. Curling on the ground and holding her midsection, Artemis closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing. When she finally regained her breath she saw Captain Cold begin to move towards.

“Enough.”

Cold paused his movements and turned as Artemis moved her eyes to the doorway. Sportsmaster stood with his arms crossed and his face maskless, an unimpressed look donned instead.

“We’ve got work to do with her. Grab her and let’s go.” And with that, he walked off leaving Cold with a glare and clenched fist.

Cold reached into one of his compartments and pulled out a ring of keys, inserting them into the chains and forcefully pulling Artemis onto her feet. He then pulled out a set of handcuffs and cuffed them around her wrists. “You better keep quiet, bitch.”

Artemis just glared and allowed herself to be dragged out of the cell and through a series of hallways. They walked for so long and took so many different turns that it was hard to keep up with the directions. Soon she gave up on memorizing and tried looking for anything identifiable to go by.

By the time they took what felt like the 50th right, they arrived at what seemed to be a small interrogation room. There was no table, only a chair rooted to the floor in the center of the room and some machines next to it.

Cold pushed her onto the seat and handcuffed her ankles and wrists to the arms and legs of the chair.

“Okay. You guys have me here. I’m tied up, I'm defenseless and I'm clueless. Now, will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Artemis leered at Cold and Sportsmaster.

Her father made a gesture that she suspected meant for Cold to leave the room. “You need to relearn your manners girl.”

“Oh, I have manners. Just not for you.”

That earned her slap. Oh, how she missed the loving nature that was her dad. Her head jerked to the right as the painful and hard press of his hand left a palm-shaped mark on her cheek.

“Then, I’ll teach you to have manners for me.”

“Not sure that’s possible.” Artemis bit back. She knew talking back would get her nowhere. She did. But that didn’t mean she was going to stop.

“Stubborn girl. You never learn your place. You don’t know where you belong and it’s sad really. You built this false reality where you’re ‘normal’ and a part of the concept of being civil. ” He leaned in close. She could smell the disgusting scent of his breath and had to resist the urge to cringe. Her dad always did have something against toothpaste. “But you’re not normal. I don’t know where this idea of wanting to be ordinary came from but baby girl,” An unpleasant smile gracing his lips. “You will never be ordinary.”

She didn’t know how it was possible but she somehow managed to intensify the glare that started on her face from the moment he began to talk. She had this ordinary talk before.

“You don’t belong with normal people, baby girl. With what you can do, you will never be like them.”

Of course, she knew that she was…particularly unique. Her background wasn’t like most and her skill set probably wouldn’t help her in society unless she was using it threateningly but she’s not a villain. And she never will be a villain.

She’d rather fit in nowhere than fit into the League of Shadows.

Plus, what she did now, she was good at it. It wasn’t something she ever thought she could do nor want to do but telling the news about bad guys? The irony itself was enough to keep her going. It almost felt like she was...a hero. In her own kind of way.

She may not be able to fit in completely but she found a place where she felt accepted. A place where validation isn’t earned by doing the wrong thing but by reporting it.

And she would take that any day.

His words don’t bother her now. She knew where she belonged. Now, she just needs to know why he wants her.

“What do you want?” She felt like she asked us for the umpteenth time today.

He simply continued to smile and pulled the door open to allow a pale, bald man to enter. His brain was visible through a clear dome fused to his head and he wore a gray trench coat. Artemis’s breath hitched in her throat at the sight.

“You remember Psimon, right?”

…

“Hey, man,” Nightwing said to Wally as he arrived at the WatchTower, his raised for Wally to slap it. Zatanna, M’gann, Conner, and Kaldur were all with him gathered in the main corridor, most likely because of Wally's call. Wally, covered in ash, didn’t reciprocate the greeting.

“What’s wrong?” Dick frowned, dropping his hand to his side.

Wally ignored the question and walked past him straight to the screen in the main room, his back facing them as he pulled up the latest newsfeed on Kiona Park. Turning back his gaze to them sharply and pointing at the screen, he finally spoke.

“They took Artemis.”

The team's shock rolled over him in waves. They've all met Artemis and loved her. Dick got a particular kick out of her when she'd always put the sometimes arrogant speedster in his place.

It was no surprise when he spoke first. “Why would Captain Cold, Pied Piper, Heat Wave, Cap Boom, and Sportsmaster all want Artemis?”

“Well, apparently, she’s Sportsmaster's daughter,” Wally grumbled back.

If the team was completely surprised by that fact, they didn’t show it. Or, at least they tried not to. “They were talking before the explosion—well more like angry-staring each other down while insulting one another. When he called her his daughter, she didn’t deny it.”

She looked guilty, actually. Almost like she was scared about him finding out that way...or just scared about him finding out.

“And she never told you this information?” Kaldur questioned methodically, his eyebrows scrunched as he tried to piece everything together.

Wally huffed at the question. He literally just found this all out less than an hour ago. He knew as much as they did. “Not sure the conversation ‘Hey, I’m Sportsmasters daughter’ ever came up, Kal.”

“Well, what exactly did she tell you about herself that was true?” Zatanna chimed in.

Wally thought for a second. The topic of Artemis’ family has always been a sore subject for her and he understood that. He never really tried to pry for information that she didn’t want to tell. But…maybe he should have.

“She was born and raised in Gotham. Her mom‘s name is Paula Crock and she’s paraplegic. Uh, her sister left the house when she was younger…”

Wally trailed off and the five shot one another a look.

“...That's it?” M’gann asked wearily.

Wally huffed. “Her family history was a touchy subject, okay? I didn’t want to pressure her into telling me more.”

“Yeah and how’s that going for you?” Dick deadpanned.

Wally gave him an unmatched glare that didn’t faze him but at least Dick had the idea to put his hands up in defense. Walking up next to Wally, Dick’s fingers flew across the keyboard. A few seconds had passed and DIck had already bypassed the WatchTower's security and had his way with records buried deep within the mainframe.

On the screen was none other than Paula Crock herself, one side with her in a burnt-orange and brick-red suit and the other of her suitless.

“Paula Crock aka Huntress, wife of Sportsmaster.” Well, that’s new. “Retired assassin. Paula took the fall for Sportsmaster after a mission that resulted in her being paraplegic went wrong. She spent 6 years in prison. The couple had two daughters. Jade Nguyen aka Cheshire, the very skilled assassin, and Artemis Crock.”

“Jeez, is that all?” Zatanna murmured.

Dick continued. “After Paula went to jail, Artemis and Jade were left in the care of her father. Jade disappeared after a year or so, leaving Artemis alone with her father for the next few years. Then Paula was released from jail and kicked Sportsmaster out and…”

“And?” Superboy spoke for the first time.

Dick typed quickly with a crinkle in his brow. After a few moments, he sighed, defeatedly. “That’s all I could get. The records on Artemis are almost impossible to access without some super hacker shit. Everything else is encrypted.” He turned his attention to Wally who stood dumbfounded. “Dude, you’ve been dating this girl for what—9 months? You really didn’t know about any of this?”

It’s sad really. He should’ve asked. He should’ve known. He was furious with himself for allowing himself to float blindly through this relationship. He was furious with Artemis for keeping him in the dark about her entire life. But he had to worry about this later. Right now, he had to get his girl back.

“It doesn’t matter now. I have to find her. We have to get her back.”

…

“Artemis. Your business is not out there with the world. You belong here with me. With the League.” Her father—no, Lawrence spoke. He was no father. She wasn’t listening, though. Her eyes glared at Psimon in all of his skinny and bald glory.

“I know you won’t agree willingly,” Lawrence looked at Psimon with a sickening smile, “so we thought you could use a little push.”

Artemis's eyes glowered. “What do you mean?”

Lawrence laid a hand on Psimon’s shoulder as if to show their alliance. “Psimon here owes me a favor. And I’m cashing it in today.”

Psimon walked up to Artemis and placed his hands at either side of her head. She tried to squirm out his grip but she could only move so much due to her restrictions. His smile was the last thing she saw before her vision blurred and a white flash covered her eyes. She let out a pained scream as she felt her brain be infiltrated with unbelievable force.

alright that’s it so far!! tell me wut u think and visit my ao3 to give me some feedback!!

#spitfire #young justice #wally x artemis #wally west #artemis crock #kid flash #flash dc #dc universe #young justice au #young justice fanfiction #yj kid flash #yj artemis #yj au

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this fic will never be done

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Here’s what i imagine Rose’s thoughts are while she’s writing Wake Up. Did anyone ask for this? No. Did I stay up until 2 am writing it? Yes. Yes I did.

Summary: She was Rose Molina for heaven's sake. She was inherently too stubborn to die. Or so she thought.

Here’s The One Thing I Want You To Know

It was almost time.

She was leaving everyone behind.

Her parents, Victoria, Bobby.

The kids. Ray.

She didn't know if she could do it.

She was Rose Molina for heaven's sake. She was inherently too stubborn to die.

Or so she thought.

Ray he...he's going to be so lost, so heartbroken. She remembers a time when their relationship was still fresh. On the third date, he told her he was in love with her. It came out fast and he covered his mouth as if he didn't mean to say it. His eyes were wide as he tried to apologize. When he walked her home, on her front porch she gave him a kiss and whispered in his ear "I love you too."

She didn't want to leave him alone. She didn't want him to have to handle everything by himself—the bills, the chores, the kids. No doubt he'd say he wouldn't be ready for it, ready to live without her.

But...there wasn't a choice. There was nothing else no one could do.

He'll be able to handle it. She knows he will. He'll say he won't but he's strong. Stronger than he gives himself credit for. He can and will find a way to balance it all. For her, she knows he will.

And Carlos.

He was so young.

Has she been there enough? Has she spent enough time with him?

She can't leave now. No, she has to be there for her baby. Her sweet, sweet Carlos. She hasn't experienced enough with him. He hasn't experienced enough with her. They haven't had enough time. At this age...kids need their mother. They need both parents present.

Stop.

She's been down this road before. "There's nothing we can do, Mrs. Molina," they said, "We're sorry." There's nothing they can do.

Carlos...he would be fine. He would be okay. Ray would take care of him. Ray is the best man she knows. He has enough love to last a lifetime. Their kids are in good hands. Amazing, beautiful, loving hands. They'd be fine.

But…

Julie.

That girl...she didn't even know what to say.

Julie is a musical genius. A prodigy. She...she really wanted to see her prosper and grow into her beauty and musicality. She knew Julie wanted her there too. But there is not enough time. And that's okay (it's not). It'll be okay.

She had wanted to be there to watch Julie become big because she knew her bebita would be big. A talented, beautiful young lady who took no bullshit from anyone and who stayed true to herself. Just like her mother.

Now Julie, bless her heart, she would be a wreck for a bit. She knew it. She knew how close she was with her daughter, how much of an impact she had on her with the music they made. But she'd find her way. Julie is one of the most persistent, gifted people she had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Her family would be fine without her. This would shake them but the Molina's were stubborn (they got it from her) and persevering (definitely got that from Ray). It doesn't matter what breaks them, they will get back up again. No matter how long it takes.

Carlos, that beautiful soul of a child, would be anything and everything she knew he could be.

Ray, the best man she had ever known, would be anything and everything she knew he could be.

Her baby, her Julie, would be anything and everything she knew she could be.

They can't focus on her. They can't focus on what's gone, what's lost. It's like she always said—it's not what you lost, it's what you gain.

Hm. That's a good lyric.

Of course, Rose Molina was thinking about song lyrics on her deathbed. Typical.

And...appropriate.

Where was that notepad the doctors had used to write down her heart rate and stuff?

Let's see…

What would she want to leave them for after she's gone?

Here's the one thing

I want you to know

You've got someplace to go

Okay, good start Rose, you still got it.

Life's a test, yes

But you face it head-on

Hm. Doesn't rhyme. Should it rhyme for all of it? It already rhymes in the first verse.

Life's a test, yes

But you go toe to toe

Better.

You don't give up, no

You grow

She was already humming the potential melody beneath her breath even though the short rasps messed with the fluidity of her voice. Maybe she could get a keyboard in here, though it wouldn’t sound as good as the piano at home.

Man, she missed that piano. She missed home.

And you use the pain

Cause it makes you you

Though I wish I could you through it

And she did. So much.

Tears were pricking the corners of her eyes. No crying, Rose. Write the song.

I know it's not the same

You got living to do

And I just want you to do it

They had to move on. The thought of them doing it without her caused a pang in her heart that wasn't from the port currently residing in her chest.

So get up

Get out

Relight that spark

You know the rest by heart

Her family could do it. She had faith wholeheartedly that they would wake up and live their lives the way they wanted to. Even if she's not there. There's nothing she wants more for them.

Wake up, wake up if it's all you do

Look out, look inside of you

This whole cancer thing is really putting a damper on her handwriting. She'd have to ask the nurse for a computer so she can actually put it all to music. They wouldn't refuse a stage 4 cancer patient from using the hospital printer, would they?

It's not what you lost

It's what you gain

Raising your voice to the rain

Damn it, Rose, you've done it again. It's nice to know she was going to die with her musical abilities still intact. The Lord is good (she could almost hear Victoria screaming "Amen" in response).

She could see it now—Julie would be sitting at the piano, singing her words to Carlos and Ray. It'd be one last reminder that she was and always will be with them. Death couldn't get rid of her that easily.

Maybe, it'd be enough. Hopefully, whatever they're going through, this will help them through it.

Rose pressed the alert button to get the nurse in the room.

She needed that computer stat.

I feel like Rose would joke a little (in her mind, not out loud) about her cancer. Me and my friend used to joke all the time abt my her cancer. And she’s the one who started the jokes. (Her name in my phone used to be Lil Kèymoh). Dark humor is definitely how we got by. Anyways, plz go to ff.net and ao3 and show some love to this if u liked it!! Goodbye-bye.

#jatp family #jatp fandom #jatp fanfic #rose molina #ray molina #julie molina #carlos molina #julie and the phantoms #cancer #bittersweet #comfort #loving mother #i’m not crying you are #very emotional #rose molina being the badass she is #julie and the himbos #ao3 #fanfic #writing #jatp one shot

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i just watched the first episode of invincible and...damb😭

#invincible #omni man #mark grayson #nolan grayson #guardians of the globe #crazy af #wtf man

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Unpopular opinion: White writers only support WOC and Black writers when it is convenient to their notes. A true sign of allyship is when white writers actually speak up about the racism in fandom and support WOC and Black writers.

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i just found i could subscribe to ppl on ao3??? brb gotta go thru my bookmarks and subscribe to literally everyone starting with @pink-flame

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literally

It really drives me insane that I don’t know how people feel about me. Like am I nice??? Am I funny???? Am I mean???? Am I rude??? Am I obnoxious??? Am I dumb???? What am I????????????????????

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this song>>>

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Uhhhh this title is def subject to change. I saw a comment for a drabble idea but ive been dreaming abt this for a while and i dont want to forget it so im gonna write this real quick

No Answer

"You stay here while we go inside to find the refugees. We'll radio you when we need transport from the inside."

John explained as he, Marcos, and Lauren jumped through the portal and into a dimly lit hallway. Rumors say that Sentinel Services have set up random stations all around the city, harboring troubled mutants who seek help and liberation. Though many are widely known, they are extremely hard to locate let alone infiltrate. But Sage, being the genius that she is, found one just on the outskirts of the city in a manner of hours.

This warehouse had a series of buildings surrounding it, one of the larger facilities in the system meaning more blind spots in the security. They were hidden in an alley between what looked to be a conference building and the east side of the main warehouse. After going through the blueprints of the warehouse, Clarice memorized every section and hall, every nook and cranny while Marcos, John, and Lauren memorized keypad codes and camera placements.

"Copy that."

John looked back at Clarice. "Be safe. Stay out of sight." Don't get caught. Don't die. Unspoken but so clearly heard.

"Right back at you." Clarice nodded back.

He wasn't too keen on leaving her alone but for the sake of the mission, he kept his mouth shut. Plus, he definitely didn't want to be on the end of Clarice's hard glare and cocked hip at the discussion that he "thinks she can't take of herself." The portal closed behind them and Marcos pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket.

"Sage wrote down the directions. We take a left up here."

The group cautiously walked down a hallway and turned into a wider, main hall. Lauren placed bubbled air in front of cameras to blur the lenses, dropping them as soon as all three of them were not in view. They took another left and stopped in front of a large metal door labeled "Rfge Subjects". Lauren stepped up to enter the code, whispering the numbers under her breath before pushing them on the keypad. The door opened to reveal ten, maybe twelve, mutants ranging from ages 12-18, every one of them huddled in the farthest corner of the room. They kept their heads down and didn't make eye contact with Lauren and Marcos when they walked in, John standing outside the door to watch for Sentinel agents walking by.

Marcos flashed his hands in the dark room to make everything easier to see. The refugees perked up slightly when Marcos showed his abilities. Lauren walked up to one of the younger mutants with hands held up in front of her to show she meant no harm.

"Hi. We're from the Mutant Underground. We're going to get you all out of here." She looked around, addressing everyone.

The refugees looked at one another wearily.

Lauren tried again. "We're one of the good guys. I promise. We can explain later but right now we've got to go."

The 15-year-old, the one Lauren was trying to get through to first, stood and quickly walked over to Lauren's side of the room, looking back at the others and waving at them to join. One by one each refugee stood up to join one another. Lauren smiled down at the 15-year-old and nodded her head.

"John, we're all good here," Marcos spoke up.

John looked in to see if everything was okay before pulling a walkie-talkie from the waist of his jeans and pushing a button to call Clarice.

"Clare, we're done. Portal to room 118."

He released the button and waited but was met with static for a good 20 seconds.

"Clarice?" John's eyebrows knitted together as the tone in his voice changed to concern.

Marcos looked back at John's stiff posture. "What's going on?"

John waited a moment before answering, hoping Clarice would respond before he spoke.

"Something's wrong."

"Guy's what's happening? Why isn't the portal here yet." Lauren questioned, worriedly.

John placed the walkie back in his waistband in stiff movements. "I don't know but Clarice isn't answering. We gotta find another way out."

Marcos took out a paper with written directions to an exit in the south wing. If they opened any door without clearance an alarm would sound throughout the whole building and alert everyone in the building. So much for being discreet.

"Alright, let's go quickly." Marcos ushered everyone out of the room and into the hallway, Lauren already disorienting the cameras that could potentially see them.

"You guys go ahead without me," John spoke gruffly once the big metal door that held the mutants was closed. "I have to find Clarice."

Marcos simply nodded. There was no way he was stopping him. "Be careful."

With that, he and Lauren turned and led everyone down the opposite hall.

John ran down his intended hall, taking the rights, and left he memorized to take him to the side door of the east wing. Without anything to cover the cameras, he would surely be recognized so he had to move fast before people were sent to find him.

As soon as it was in sight, John busted through the east side door without hesitation. The alarm blared through the building loud and unyielding but he didn't care. He looked both ways of the alley before his eyes landed on Clarice with her back turned to him slumped on her knees in front of a figure dressed in a black and red trench coat. The figure had both hands just inches away from either side of Clarice's head. Their hands had red electrical beams coming from the palms and directed to Clarice's temples.

He rushed to her before he even knew his feet were moving. "Clarice!"

The figure looked up, alarmed, to see John and very quickly sunk into the ground. Gone.

John kneeled down in front of Clarice, cupping her face in his hands. Her face was tear-stained and her eyes were glassy. She kept staring ahead. It didn't even seem like she was aware of John's presence.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm so sorry," she whispered shakily, still looking past John's face ahead of her.

"Clarice?" John whispered to her, rocks dug into his knees but weren't registered.

On both temples, red-looking veins expanded from her hairline to her eyes and the apples of her cheeks.

"I didn't know. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

John looked behind to see if he could find who she was speaking to. Nothing.

"Clarice," he brushed a tear just as it fell from her eyes. She was trembling, distraught. It was scary to see. "Clarice we've got to go."

No answer.

He could hear Sentinels and they're not too far. They needed to get out of there.

He stood up and hauled her up with him but her legs proved to not work as she slumped against him. Still, her gaze didn't move. John bent down to place an arm behind her legs and back, lifting her up against his chest. She shuddered and muttered more apologies, to who and for what, he had no idea.

John held her more firmly and brushed a gentle kiss against her hairline as he ran to find Marcos and the others.

there will be a part 2 just so y’all kno😂 i wrote 2 chapters yesterday so go check out the other one on fanfiction.net and ao3. Im prob gonna go back and edit this one l8r but i was really excited to write this! Call me out on any mistakes cuz u alr kno i didnt proofread!

#the gifted #writing #ao3 #fanfic #john proudstar #clarice fong #thunderblink #lauren strucker #marcos diaz #mission gone wrong #angst with a happy ending #part 1

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This is one of my favourite ship dynamics

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“Where are they?”

Rose definitely helped Bobby look for the band, right? And so was probably there when he found out they died?

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Yanno what.

I’m gonna try and start a clowngate and hopefully it spreads

MARCH 17th. we’re gonna trend and have a JATP fandom takeover day again. HOWEVER we aren’t gonna just trend.

We’re going to trend because we are STREAMING THE CAST OF JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS ON SPOTIFY ON MARCH 17TH

Spread the word let’s do this

WE HAVE ONE WEEK TO GET THE WORD OUT

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Okay i saw @animatelove’s season 2 wishlist and Reggie and Ray's relationship stood out to me the most. Also it's time for me to write about Reggie. Im gonna try my best so bear with me. this is my 6th entry for HUIYWM

Hands Up If You’re With Me Ch. 6

"Hello everyone!" The crowd cheered behind the stage. "I'm Holland and today I am here with the bassist from rising band Julie and the Phantoms, Reggie Petterson."

Holland gestured to his right and the camera moved to land on the man with a warm smile.

"Hey guys," Reggie waved to the audience, "I'm really excited to be here."

The crowd clapped loudly and as Holland began to speak once again.

"So, Reggie, how is everything? How's the band?" Holland asked.

"Everything's great. The band's fantastic." Reggie spoke eagerly, "We're about to go on our second world tour and we're gaining so many new fans—it's pretty surreal!"

"Oh, I know! 'Whatever Happens' is gonna be a tour for the history books. You think you could get me a ticket?"

Reggies chortled at the question.

"I would love to but I don't think our manager would like me giving out free tickets."

Holland chuckled with him. "That's okay, I could always sneak in." Holland winked towards the audience rewarding a laugh from them as well. "Well, I'm happy to see that the band is getting the attention it deserves. You all are truly amazing."

"Aw, thanks Hol. Can I call you Hol?"

"Uh, not sure I want you to—"

"So Hol, how are you?" Reggie asked,

Holland laughed again.

"Well, Reg, I'm doing good. And I should have known you would ask me that." Holland shook his head with a smile, "You have a notorious record for flipping the narrative on talk shows."

"I just like to hear about everyone. You never know if you're making someone's day by asking." Reggie shrugged.

"There's that Reggie charm we all know and love. Tell me, Reggie, how are you so cheery all the time? You must get tired of being so happy, right?

Reggie's warm smile grew brighter. "Through my 22 years of life, I've learned to appreciate everything and that life's too short to be unhappy. And the people around me don't make it hard either."

"Ah. Speaking of the people around you, I heard that you have a very close relationship with Julie Molina's father. Care to share?"

Reggie's smile dimmed slightly. "Um. Growing up, my parents fought a lot. Like constantly. They were seconds away from a divorce. They were so concentrated on arguing that they never paid attention to me and my sister. I used to go into my sister's room and we would watch Star Wars when the yelling started. Trust me when I say this: we can recite every word from The Phantom Menace perfectly."

The audience softly smiled but Holland chose not to speak, urging Reggie to go on.

"When I met Julie and her family...I don't know, they just accepted me so quickly and openly into their home. And her dad, he was like the parent I didn't know I needed. He's just so loving and kind and...there. I gravitated towards him as soon as I saw how awesome he was. I would be at their house every single day and would cook with him, watch games with him, garden with him-the man's an excellent gardener by the way. It was like he adopted me. He treated me like I was his own child."

Reggie smiled at the fond memories of him, Ray, and Carlos screaming at the tv screen as they watched a fierce game of soccer between Puerto Rico compete and the Dominican Republic. Popcorn littered the floor from the three throwing it at the screen and soda spilled on the carpet was long forgotten. Ray had thrown an arm around Reggie and Carlos with a cheer when Puerto Rico made a goal and that was the moment Reggie knew that this was this family. The Molina's are his home.

The camera trained on Reggie as he shrugged lightly.

"And, yeah, I love my parents, and thank God they got the divorce. They're happy now and better with me and my sister. But Ray was the first adult to make me feel seen and heard and...secure, I guess? I can't imagine my life without him."

The audience let out an "aw" as they clapped sporadically. Holland clapped along with them, a look of respect was on his face.

"It's amazing what people as happy as you go through that result in their personality. I don't think I ever would have guessed that was your story."

"Most people don't," Reggie shook his head almost ruefully, deciding to change the subject in the process, "I bet you also didn't know that I love country music."

"Oh no, I know," Holland chuckled, "In fact, I think anybody who's ever looked you up knows your obsession with country music. I saw the video of you trying to pitch to Luke Patterson to put your song Home Is Where My Horse Is on the next album."

Reggie let out a short laugh as he rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, he was not happy when I wrote it down in his journal."

"Well, I for one would love to hear it. Anyone else?"

On cue, the audience whooped and screamed loudly in response, egging on Holland's request.

"Really?" Reggie raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the crowd and around the stage.

Looking back at Holland, he smirked. "You got a guitar?"

Alright the ending isn't all that but i kinda liked the story. What'd you guys think? check it out on ao3 and fanfiction.net!!

#jatp family #reggie peters #jatp drabble #ray molina #julie and the phantoms #ao3 #fanfic #reggie julie and the phantoms #i love reggie #jatp reggie #writing #reggie molina