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unreleasedwrites · 20 days

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A Planned Coincidence (pt. 1) (pt. 2)

"Jackpot."

summary: You took a wrong turn into an alleyway and end up being attacked by a group of men in Mexico. You tried fending them off, when a man suddenly arrives and helps you at the expense of an atrocious and gruesome scene you had to witness. He eventually takes you somewhere filled with men that work under him, and you're stuck with him now.

character(s) included: Gitae Kim x fem!reader

cw: very suggestive, lowk yandere gitae?? kissing, slight noncon kissing and touching at first, a gun, blood, mentions of death, mentions of body parts and cartel, cannibalism (Gitae takes a bite out of fresh flesh but spits it out), cussing, reader is fine w what Gitae is doing!!, Gitae broke into readers hotel, Gitae Kim himself is a warning, implied kidnapping, long, implied stalking, mentions but no uses of drugs, i do not condone any sort of treatment like this in real life, this FICTIONAL!! if you dont like it, then just leave

unwrapped on: Friday Evening, April 19 2024

wrapped up on: Saturday Afternoon, April 20 2024

published on: Saturday Afternoon, April 20 2024

“Did you enjoy the show, little girl?” Gitae said as he turned his gaze over to where you were sat; on the hard floor, bruised up from head to toe. Some were from self defense, some from a group of men who attacked you in an attempt to take you to who knows where and who knows why.

You only nervously looked at him as a response, still mortified at the gruesome scene right in front of you.

You learned of his name, Gitae Kim, when he started a conversation with you— whom he saved from actual death by beating up the guys who were originally assaulting you. You were shocked to witness him fighting, as it was pretty much like nothing to him. Gitae just did it so effortlessly and carelessly, getting blood and parts of their bodies all over the place. At some point, a hand was almost thrown on you until he immediately caught it, all the while still tormenting them with his free hand. As much as you were horrified, he looked way too familiar, as if you’ve seen him a few times before.

“Thanks, Mister—uh, Gitae.. I better get going now, it’s already past 11 o’clock and midnight is approaching any minute now. And again, th-thank you so much, Mister Gitae, Sir..” You spoke as you were visibly shaking in fear from what you just witnessed.

“Leaving me so early? That won’t do, little girl. Not after what I just did for your ass and especially the tight little clothes that you’ve got on.” Gitae replied as he looked at you without a clear emotion written oh his expression. You were so scared that you had tears in your eyes.

“Tearing up so soon? It’s not like I’ve even done anything bad to you, yet.” Gitae said with a strange smile on his face.

You couldn’t read his expression or what he wanted from you. But all you knew was, he was definitely even more trouble than the group of guys from earlier.

Then you saw him picking up one of the fresh flesh of one of the men on the ground, and he took a bite out of it. You looked at him with pure disgust and horrification. “Wh-Why—” was what you managed to stutter out from pure disbelief and terror. Then all of a sudden, he spat it out with a clear expression spread among his face, “Bleghh.” What the hell was that about? You thought to yourself as you slowly got off got off the floor and subtly sneaked away while it seemed like he wasn’t paying any attention.

“Man, I thought he’d be tastier than that. Wasn’t worth staining my clothes and body.” He commented as he turned over to you, whom was nowhere to be found. But it’s not like he thought he lost you or anything, he knew very well you were escaping and just let it happen. He doesn’t mind a little mouse chase after all.

“What the hell did I just fucking witness? What was that..? Did he really take a bite out of tha..” You cut yourself off, exhausted from running as fast as you humanely can towards your hotel. Your bag was still at the gruesome scene with Gitae, you couldn’t risk your entire life to try and take it. Problem is that your wallet was there, however you do have your phone with you so you weren’t really worried about that too much— especially with what you just witnessed, that might’ve been the least of your worries.

“Hagghh.. What if he comes for me..? Am I even safe here or what if he’s watching my every step…” You sighed as you tried to dry your tears and got ready to take a very much needed bath.

You got into the bathub you prepared with a nice scent and relaxing setting, trying to cool yourself down. Still crying from what just happened but trying to stay calm with the intent of tending to your wounds later.

Meanwhile Gitae, who was still in the alleyway you were attacked by the group of men in, saw your little purse on the ground. Slightly open and covered in splashed blood.

Normally, he wouldn’t really care that much about it. But he decided to open it, and he saw your wallet in there along with some of your other belongings like hygienic products and your phone charger.

“Hoho, a wallet with her id and all the information I need to know about her,” he smiled as he looked at your id and the deceased morons in front of his eyes. “Jackpot.”

The following hours after the incident, you decided to just sleep and completely ignored your goal of ‘more exploring, less sleeping.’ That was until you felt a pair of strong arms on your waist, holding you close. At first, you thought it was just a dream until you felt a pair of lips making its way to your jawline, pressing somewhat aggressive kisses, and that’s when you knew that it was no dream.

You slowly opened your eyes and turned your head behind you, only to see the same man, Gitae, from yesterday. In your bed. Holding your waist and was just kissing you. Topless with a pair of jeans.

“Gi-Gitae—?!” How and what the hell are you doing here?!” You said, still sleepy and not a hint of fear in your voice, given that you were brave enough to say that to such a man who was barely inches away from you.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it obvious?” He shrugged a brow, “I’m here to claim my payment and take what’s mine.”

“Payment? You want money? You could’ve just said that!” You said. “Silly little girl, I never said I wanted money from you,” Gitae replied as he held your waist tighter and within just seconds, you were now under him. Pinned to the bed by his strong arms and under his piercing gaze.

“The-Then.. What the hell is it that you want f-from me?!” You tried to resist and escape but it was no use, he wasn’t even trying and was just seemingly laughing at your efforts and attempts.

“Isn’t it obvious already?”

“You want me dead?”

“What? When the fuck did I ever mention that?”

“Cmon’ mister, you never mentioned anything about anything, so how am I supposed to kno-” You were suddenly cut off when he raised his arms from pinning you to the bed and simply sat on the edge of the bed and sat you on his lap.

“You’re so naive, it’s just adorable, F/N.”

“How do you know my name..? I gave you a fake name yesterday!” You taunted as you moved around in his lap, causing him to groan. “A-ah, sorry for moving so much!” You suddenly added when you heard him and felt something poking you from his lap.

“Hoho, you’re so sweet too. Apologizing for riling me up? You’ve been at this since yesterday, sweetheart.” He said in a lower voice.

“What? How have I been doing tha— Hey! You never answered my first question!!”

“Oh the first name thing? You left your wallet with me yesterday, sweetie. You must really be a little girl to not have thought about that.” He said as he pulled out an all too familiar wallet with your id peeking out of it. “What a coincidence, huh?”

“Shit. I forgot about that..”

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, you’re coming with me, F/N. Do me a favor and cooperate so we don’t have to do this the hard way, mkay sweetheart?” He said with a strange smile.

The next thing you know, you were in a car, some other guy with a bunch of tattoos was driving, completely silent and emotionless. You were at the backseat with Gitae, sat on his lap, facing him, tearing up.

He gave you his leather jacket since you were still in thin sleepwear, a sleeveless thin top and some light short shorts. You thought that was surprisingly nice of him, he may be crazy but atleast he was kind of a gentleman towards you, he carried you around so that you wouldn’t have to walk, he brushed your morning hair, and he even toned down the aggression of his rough, calloused hands when you complained about them.

You eventually got so tired that you fell asleep in his arms, and he closely held you.

When you woke up, you were at a warehouse that absolutely reeked of a strange scent. You didn’t see Gitae around though, but you did see a lot of men in the same warehouse as you, all seemingly looked like a gangster or dealer of some sort. You were very confused and scared of what might just happen to you if you tried leaving, but you decided to try it out anyway. Calmly, you headed towards the open door of the warehouse. But before you could even reach the door, a man held a gun to your throat.

“And where the fuck d’you think you’re going? You trying to get us in trouble?” He spoke in an arrogant tone and eventually took the gun away and dragged you back to the boxes you were on when you woke up.

Shit. What do I do.. You thought to yourself as you saw some of the men seemingly talking about you but in a different language. If you had to guess, it was Spanish, since you are in Mexico after all.

Before you could even think about escaping again, you remembered how familiar Gitae seemed and how it felt like it wasn’t the first time you’ve met him. Yet you can’t seem to figure out where do you know him from and who he was. But you’ve already taken a trip in Mexico in the past, so this was your second time. He really seemed way too familiar, you swear that you’ve seen that exact man during your last trip and it seemed like he was everywhere you were. No matter what tourist spot or hidden, unknown spot you were at, he was also there, at a certain distance. And it felt like he was definitely watching you.

Before you could continue thinking about it, you suddenly overheard shrieks of agony from one of the men, who you assumed were doing something related to drugs, given what you had seen when you woke up. You immediately looked to where the noise came from, and saw that he’d been directly headshot with an axe. It was such a gruesome scene, blank faces were all scattered amongst the men and they had stopped what they were doing to look over to where the noise came from. They proceeded to look at the opposite direction, to which you did too, and saw Gitae. Covered in even more blood than yesterday.

He started speaking, in the same language you couldn’t understand from the men around the warehouse.

You just looked at him blankly, thinking about how familiar he really does look. You heard your name clearly being mentioned from what Gitae was saying and some of the men turned to you.

You looked back at them with a hesitant expression, then back at Gitae— who was know walking towards you.

"Everyone, listen up. This is the girl I mentioned a little over a year ago. I was able to track her down the same week I talked about her and I traced her plans of going to Mexico a second time in the following year, which is now the present." Gitae announced and added,

"Because of the last morons I trusted in trying to kidnap her last year, she was able to get away without even trying. So I decided to do the job myself this time. But make it your guys' job to make sure she wont escape or get into any sort of harm. Unless you wanna end up like him over there, of course." He said as he turned over to the guy he had thrown an axe at.

They all nodded while some just looked at you dead in the eye. Guess you're stuck there now, there is no escaping after all. But don't worry, Gitae is nice occasionally. But most of the time, he's as terrifying as death itself.

Because he's told you some of the tiniest details about what he does and the cartel, he absolutely refuses to let you go and feels as though you already know too much. You're his, and it will stay that way till the end of time.

notes: this is so bad im so sorryedjkewkdewbhdshe we dont really know much about him and i wasnt sure what to do but i really wanted to write about him and get something up since im not too busy atm, im so sorruryge im gonna upload another one soon or today hopefully, either about gun or someone else in my drafts.. also not so fun fact this is my ninth post and i love the number 9 so yay ig ALSOOOOOO I will be uploading a like masterlist and introduction or about me?? post basically like characters i write for and stuff yk the basics!! ANYWAY MY RANT IS OVER have a good day!! FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANY CHARACTER BTW I DO MOST BUT I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR THE GIRLS EXCEPT MARY KIM!

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad for my a character we know not much about, and i'll be doing more characters in lookism!!

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anxiteyandsleep · 2 months

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I'm so sorry if I made you flustered about the smut question- didn't mean to! 🫢🫣😆

Okay so I'm gonna try and request this: 🙏

Could I please request Thranduil x Male reader who's this tall and buffed tiefling (big horns, long strong tail) who looks scary asf but is actually a total sweetheart? He only looks intimidating bc he's always wearing his armor, covers his face with a cloth/a mask, has dark makeup around his eyes and basically looks like a fricking demon?

He wears a cloth/a mask around his mouth bc he has a big open scar on his cheek (naaah nothing too graphic he just can do this trick with food where when you're facing his healthy side he sticks a carrot into the opening (scar) on the other side and chews without even opening his lips- totally normal- he did it in front of Legolas once and that poor child didn't sleep for a week). He's not ashamed of it, he just doesn't like the stares.

Even tho I'm as old as the first LOTR movie I only just now became a fan and I saw that Thranduil has an injury on his face as well (but hidden) so that got me thinking...

Maybe reader and Thranduil are a couple (reader was treated badly for being a barbarian tiefling -> not by Thranduil <- but proved himself when he saved him) and he then made reader his personal guard, became friends and then lovers.

Thranduil is curious about reader hiding his face but never pushes him to uncover himself (Like why are you hidding yourself from me hmm? Why don't you kiss me? Your other facial features are gorgeous asf, for a tiefling barbarian who rips goblins in half with his bare hands you could even compete with some elves I know-).

One day Thranduil has some issues with his own injury which reader sees and comes to his aid, Thranduil is embarrassed and nearly breaks down, tears fill his eyes bc his love saw his hideous face and is afraid he will leave him (god I'm so bad at romance bro) but reader just chuckles, takes the cloth/mask from his face and shows Thranduil his own injury.

Now they both have scars! They know each other struggles! And they love each other like never before! Happy ending- No but really, angst with fluffy comfort for our two boys and mainly for the elf himself, he needs the love.

Maybe even emotional way back to their shared bedroom by sunset all lovely dovely bc why dafuq not- just Thranduil giggling kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he's princess carried-

Jesus...I got way too into this. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Sorry for it being so long, I honestly don't know how to write short requests...also sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language.

Add something, remove something, it's up to you. You don't even have to write it if you hate it or you're not comfy with it. 😘😘

This is adorable ahhh and dw you didn't make me embarrassed or anything! I may have missed some details, this was written over the course of multiple days with very little sleep😭

I included my head canon that Thranduil is blind in his one eye from the dragon fire, as well as that when low on energy he can't keep the disguise up.

Slight TW for blood, scars and such???

It has been almost a year since you and Thranduil had started dating, you were his personal guard and beloved boyfriend, he adored you so much. He never knew why you hid your face but he didn't pry, especially considering he hides his face in a way too.

Thranduil had always been impressed by you, a strong tiefling with a kind soul, much like a gentle giant. Sure you were rather... Gruesome in battle, using your bare hands to fight and always returning covered in blood and gore. It was truly terrifying but Thranduil loved it, especially after you had saved him from a spider attack.

Today, however, Thranduil was hiding away from his beloved barbarian, tucked away in his room with nothing but a small candle dimly lighting the room. He had overworked himself again, his head was aching and he had no energy left to maintain his disguise, the burnt skin and muscle visible, a sight he despised.

When you heard that Thranduil was taking the day off and locked himself in his room, you grew worried. He's never done that before, usually on his days off he spends them with you, taking a walk through the garden or getting some much needed sleep. So of course you immediately went to check on him, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"Thranduil? Are you alright? I heard the guards say you weren't feeling well and I-" you fell silent as you entered the bedroom, squinting as you adjusted to the dim light but you knew exactly what you saw. You never knew Thranduil had such a scar, it covered the left half of his face and his eye was completely white.

Thranduil had to turn his head completely to actually see you, quickly attempting to cover up the scar but alas, he couldn't manage to use his magic in such a state. He never wanted you to see this side or him, he wanted to keep this horrid scar hidden from you.

"(Name)... What... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?" He managed to get out, clearing his throat and doing his best to speak in his usual tone but his voice still sounded shaky. Perhaps if he didn't bring attention to the scar, you would just ignore it as well

"I just got back, my love..." You replied, slowly walking closer to Thranduil, head tilted slightly in curiosity as you examined the scar. When you reached the edge of the bed, you knelt down before him, resting your chin on his legs. "is that from the dragon you faced?"

Thranduil sighed softly, closing his eyes as he couldn't bare to look at you, afraid he'd see disgust in your eyes. "yes...I managed to survive but..." He vaguely gestured to the scar, shaking his head slightly. Thranduil finally opened his eyes again when he felt your strong hands holding his, the touch was so gentle and caring, he just had to see you.

The way you were looking at him surprised him, your eyes were full so of love and admiration, it made his heart swell.

"We kinda match" you hum in a soft whisper, reaching up to remove the mask you always wore and revealing your own scar. You weren't ashamed of it, you mostly hid it for everyone's comfort as the sight of your open cheek often made people uneasy and you hated the looks they'd give you.

it was now Thranduil's turn to stare in awe, one of his delicate hands reaching up to gently trace around the scar, his fingers soft and gentle as always. "hm I suppose we do, my love" he replied softly his hand trailing up to gently trace over your horns, following the pattern and ridges of them.

"forgive me for keeping this from you... I... I do not like people seeing me in such a state but I should've told you" Thranduil apologized, moving his hands back to gently cup your face, being careful to not disturb the scar

You couldn't help but chuckle a little, leaning into his touch while your tail wagged slightly. "there's no need to apologize, I kept a secret from you too"

Thranduil felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders, the stress slowly melting away as he held you in his hands. "Well now that we both have told the truth, how about we rest?" He whispered sweetly, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss, one you eagerly returned.

Without breaking the kiss, you got off your knees, cradling the back of Thranduils neck with one of your hands. You kicked off your boots, accidentally sending one flying across the room but you didn't care. "a nap sounds good, yeah" you muttered against his lips as you carefully push him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him to continue the kiss.

Thranduil couldn't help but chuckle, pulling back from your lips just enough to talk. "My love, this is not napping ~" he didn't really mind as you continued to pamper him with kisses, his delicate hands reaching up to gently tangle themselves in your hair.

"mm we'll nap after, then"

#the hobbit #thranduil x male reader #thranduil #lord of the rings #lotr elves

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bokkura · 4 months

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I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO . chapter one

synopsis :: lee heeseung was your first love, if you could count a ghost as a love. he made you feel adored, he made you feel special. all despite the barrier between your worlds. but this all comes crumbling when your death day rolls around, and it’s revealed heeseung had toyed with your heart. being in love with another on the other side the entire time. now you’re stuck heartbroken in the land of the dead, with only a few newfound friends to help you.

and a really beautiful dead ice skater.

pairings :: park sunghoon x fem!reader, brief lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre :: ghost!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

masterlist.

you haven’t always valued your life. it was never special, it was never happy. your escapism varied from things as simple as journaling to as extreme as drinking until you passed out.

ironically enough your want to die increased when you met your lover. when you met him in an alleyway on an abandoned street you’d stumbled upon in hopes of getting away from your parents.

you thought he was some other angsty teen, rugged clothes and a beaten up helmet on his head. he had this weird look to him. nothing off-putting at first sight, just a pale translucent look to him. you could see all of his purple-blue veins but just chalked it up to lack of sun in the moment.

it wasn’t until later, days later when he was becoming more comfortable pieces things started falling into place.

others could see him, but this was such a small town, even you wondered where he’d come from. no new neighbors, the town closest to yours was so much livelier only a fool would chose to even visit your rundown one.

when he stepped foot in your room he was ogling strangely at your old laptop, at the lights strung around your room, hell even your phone. that’s when you knew something was a little off about your new friend.

it took quite a bit of coaxing before he removed his helmet, that you had previously always seen on his head. it was quite the gruesome sight. the side of his head was gashed, hair near it coated in dried blood. pulling up his pants leg just a bit showed a large wound traveling from the bottom of his calf to his thigh. even higher judging by how big it was.

he had to explain everything to you.

“i was riding my board down to my friend’s place, some drunk guy came swerving and my helmet flew off before i hit the ground.”

you visibly cringed at the mental image, taking his helmet and carefully placing it back on his head.

“don’t worry,” he chuckles lightly, grabbing your hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “it just means i get to look cool forever and feel no pain.”

that’s how heeseung was. like a puppy, always making people laugh, always kind, always loyal.

but that’s just what he wanted you to see. that’s the facade he had created for you. all because he was so confident you’d never find out what he was hiding.

this relationship with heeseung caused you to be more wreckless. it was an insane thing to say but you started quietly wishing you could die just to spend eternity with him like he had promised.

you’re a little impatient.

not to mention your home life was shit. your social life was nonexistent. you had no one and nothing to rely on but a dead guy who had to leave at certain hours of the day. you just wanted to be able to bask in his comfort always.

but ironically enough, your death was an accident. you weren’t planning on killing yourself, heeseung was hellbent against it. but you weren’t exactly ignoring the idea. but the universe beat you to it.

you had been getting drunk. it was something you had done since you were sixteen. it started off as rebellion. your father was an alcoholic, but threatened you heavily if you were to ever touch a bottle. you did it secretly for that satisfying revenge, even if he would never find out.

but then it became a form of escapism. you weren’t proud of it, but then again you didn’t care.

and that’s when you see it. heeseung is next to you like always when you wake up. but this time he isn’t peacefully sleeping, he’s looking at you harshly. raking his eyes over you with a cold expression.

“did you do it?” his voice is aggressive and you can’t help but feel scared with the once comforting boy.

your voice struggles to come out and at first you think you lost it. then you realize there’s no breath coming from your nose or mouth. you don’t even feel anything until you start to panic, and heeseung d’s warm gaze and touch is back. and you’re calm again.

“do what?”

his eyes solemnly flicker to your hands and you follow his gaze. you watch his hand pick up yours before he presses a small kiss to your knuckles. that same lifeless, gray tint he has to his skin is now on yours. you’re dead.

but it’s not the happy ending you believed. yes you’ve escaped you’re parents, yes you can be with heeseung for eternity, but that’s only because it’s a possibility. not reality.

heeseung wasn’t in love with you, heeseung was never in love with you. you were someone he could fool around with so his little ghost girlfriend wouldn’t catch wind of it. he was a playboy and he was damn good at it.

you wanted to kill him. if you could bring him back to life and choke him to death god knows you would. you were so convinced he was your savior, just for him to stab you in the back and twist the knife. there wasn’t a sorry, there wasn’t remorse more than that chaste kiss he left on your hand.

he was gone just like that, and you were taken to the land of the dead not long after. and word gets around just as fast as in the real world. there isn’t much escaping after all.

thankfully there wasn’t much about the land of the dead that was different from the land of the living. everyone is ghastly pale, you feel no pain, you cannot die, all the things one would assume to apply on the other side.

at first you kept to yourself. most of the people you saw were at least a decade older than you, the age gap not pleasing you despite the fact there was no more aging.

but then you met jay, a sweet boy with an aggressive exterior. he has a sharp look but a soft heart, he was your first friend. and he was very persistent on becoming that.

he knew what had happened, most of the younger ghosts did while the older ones stayed in the gossip circle of their own age group. he even knew heeseung for a while, but some ghosts are still the shitty people they were when they were alive. even when thirty years had passed, in heeseung’s case.

jay then introduced you to his friends, including yunjin and jake. yunjin was your favorite. maybe you were biased just because she was another girl, but she had this comforting aura around her. nothing like the false one heeseung had crafted, she was genuine.

jake had a puppy personality mirroring heeseung’s, just sweeter and clearly innocent and genuine. it didn’t take long for you to slip into their little group. you balanced them out well, being the most level headed besides yunjin.

your perspective on the land of the dead changed once more. it felt homier, people were more accepting. maybe it was because they had been dead so long they had matured, or maybe you just got lucky. it’s much better than home, you knew that for sure.

there was just one thing, one person that caught your eye. he was a loner evidently, something you had planned on being before you were dragged into this circle. you can’t help but notice how beautiful he is. the pale, ghostly look doesn’t take away from his features like most of the others. it enhances them.

he looks cold. not in a mean way, in the way that if the cold were human, it would be him. from the way his face was carved sharply to his icy skin. his eyes had a naturally piercing look, eyes that avoided yours and everyone else’s at all costs.

“what’s his name?” you inquire to your new friends, pointing at the direction of the beautiful boy. the four of you were walking through a meadow, it’s winter time here. there was a constant fog and the air had a slight blue hue to it. but jay says that’s how it always is.

jake kicks a stone, “that’s sunghoon. he doesn’t socialize much. we tried talking to him but after a few tries and a few years we gave up.”

“yeah, he just sticks to himself.” yunjin chimes in, “quite a depressing choice if you ask me. he’s become unlikable due to how untouchable he makes himself. i wouldn’t want to spend forever alone.”

you would.

you bow your head down and remain silent, just nodding along to the voices of your friends as they blend into the background.

“how did he die?” it goes quiet for a moment. you stop walking and turn around, met with their confused faces. “am i not supposed to ask people that?”

jay shakes his head quickly. “no, it’s just like we said. sunghoon is very to himself, no one knows how he died.” you hum in response and the others begin walking again, falling back into conversation you tuned out of again.

you take one last glance at the mysterious ghost boy, just for him to be gone.

taglist: @adoredbyjay

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nyrasbloodyclover · 10 months

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parallel lines (canon!aemond x modern!reader)

a/n: i couldn't come up with how aemond ended up in our world, but i didn't want to use standard stuff like the multiverse or idk (you get what i'm trying to say, i am too lazy, basically)

also, this was soooo fun to write please someone request part two

Aemond was not of this world, that was very much visible. His clothes (that suited him very much) completely stood out from the things people normally wore now,his hair was beautiful but unusual, platinum blond, almost reaching his waist, and the sapphire eye that replaced his lost one looked perfect on him.

Long story short, he didn't belong here. His world was of dragons and family dynasties. But, since he was stuck here (for god knows how long) I got to show him the beauty of the modern age.

"What can you even do here? Everything looks the same," he said, thinking of my street and all of the houses. He didn't like that they were built beside each other.

"The beauty of architecture is gone, as far as I can see. You claim to be making a progress and talking about future, but if your society continues to exist like this, it's going to ruin itself."

"Aemond, please don't rain on my parade right now. It's so much fun showing you all the new things in my world since I know everything about yours."

He furrowed his brows, "What parade?"

I smiled for myself. "Nevermind. Do you think Aegon is a nihilist?"

"Your philosophy makes no sense to me. And I think the whole concept of your so-called nihilism is very much stupid. How can you say that you are a nihilist if there is nothing and you believe that nothing really exists? If belief doesn't exist, how can you believe—"

"Please stop and follow me." My head started to hurt from his many many MANY arguments about everything.

"What is this? You know I already told you I don't like your room. Why do you decorate your walls with these gruesome pictures?"

"It's not gruesome, I already told you—"

"And why is there a picture of my brother beside your bed? How does it look so realistic? Are you a witch?" he said with wide eye. I didn't explain to him how printer works yet.

"Stop being so dramatic. I wanted to say— I already told you I keep photos of my favorite TV shows on my walls. Your brother is there because he's very much my type." Not that I am Team Green. Nyra for the win.

"You want him as a husband?" He asked like it was the most impossible thing someone could say.

"Something like that..." It was different speaking about fictional characters you like with your friends than with said character's BROTHER. I could say the most unhinged things with my best friend but I had to restrain myself in front of him.

Aemond was smart, he quickly grasped the whole concept of the modern era. And he was well read too. So when he told me he was bored, an idea came to me.

"Here," I took his hand and led him to the corner of my room where I kept all my books. The large shelf made him smile. He probably had way bigger library at his home, but this'll do for now.

I was happy that he liked my idea. "Can I?" He gestured towards my books. I nodded, as exited as he was.

"Why are they so colorful?" He frowned. I wasn't sure if there were many romance novels in Westeros. Or fantasy. What even was fantasy to them? Guns and women's rights, probably.

"I have classics too. They aren't so colorful," I picked a couple from the bottom of my shelf. "They could help you understand our world better."

I handed them to Aemond, his gaze hypnotized. He probably read most of the books in Westeros, that they bored him. This was something new, something he hadn't seen before.

"Who is Dorian Gray?" I heard him ask. My smile grew wider.

"He sold his soul to the devil for eternal beauty. But his sins began to show on his portrait, representing his cursed soul."

"I think my mother would've liked this."

"Maybe, but look at this one." I showed him my favorite. Frankenstein. "I think you should just read it and tell me what do you think."

After a couple of hours, a whole season of The Walking Dead, and five diet cokes, he finished reading my favorite book. Then the discussion began.

"So what you are saying is that the Creature's actions are justified because Frankenstein is the real monster?"

"Yes. Exactly. Frankenstein made something—Someone and refused to take responsibility. The Creature wouldn't have done all of that if Victor showed him some love. Like a parent. Murder is obviously wrong, but Frankenstein abandoned the Creature. And it yearned for love. Things would've turned out differently if Frankenstein had been there for his creation."

"I still don't agree. Just because our parents don't give us love doesn't mean we get the right to go around and murder people."

I almost wanted to laugh. "You're the one to talk."

He turned his head, almost breaking his neck, "Excuse me?"

"Oh don't play all nice right now. You killed Luke! And for what?" I said, accusingly.

"It was an accident!"

I think we argued until 4am. We couldn't sleep even then, so I switched genres. It was a bad idea.

"Give me that! You're certainly not reading Penelope Douglas!" I chased him around the kitchen, trying to snatch the book from him. And I mean Punk 57. Not trying to be rude, but reading that made me lose brain cells. And I didn't want to explain to Aemond what a vibrator was.

"You'll become stupid! Stop reading that! Do you wanna be stupid??" I said, running around the kitchen table, trying to get to him. He was reading it while avoiding me.

"Are you calling yourself stupid?" He said with a chuckle.

I groaned in frustration. He was so annoying.

He, fortunately, dropped the book after it's third chapter, saying he didn't get the whole point of high school. I agreed with him.

So I gave him Edgar Allan Poe's collection of short stories while making noodles and cookies. The sun started to rise.

"My classmate said he looks like Hitler."

"Who's Hitler? Another person from your modern era I should admire?"

"Please forget I said anything." I reminded myself to shut up.

It was funny how Poe confused him.

"What is this?" He said after reading The Tell-tale Heart. "Why did he hear the heart beat under—"

"His own guilt made him insane," I said, frowning while trying the cookie dough. It was too sweet, I loved it.

I could see him concentrate while reading The Black Cat and completely change his face when he switched to Poe's poetry. I knew he would love it.

"I think Alone is my favourite so far."

"Mine too. But everything he wrote just resonates with me, you know?"

"Even the Premature burial?"

"Especially the Premature burial." He gave me a once over after my comment and I went to get the food.

Aemond hated noodles, that was certain. He almost spat them out, claiming to be too spicy. I rolled my eyes at him. They weren't even homemade.

I gave him one cookie and I could see that he liked it, but he found another way he could annoy me.

"How do you keep all of your teeth while eating this? The sugar is going to poison me."

"It's not, trust me." I chewed my cookie. "I think you should start reading Tolstoy next and then switch to Kafka."

#hotd #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen #daemon targaryen #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond imagine #prince aemond #aemond smut #aemond fic

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It’s been a few days since I’ve watched “Irresistible” and I’ve been trying to figure out what to say about it since, because there’s so much. This is, of course, entirely Scully’s episode, and what really stands out to me are two things: the way she protects herself by demanding too much of herself, and the way she’s working on figuring out her role in her professional relationship and friendship with Mulder.

She struggles hard with this case right from the beginning. It gets to her in a way we have never seen before; she’s visibly affected by what they’re dealing with. It’s obvious in the graveyard already, and then in the field office later, she has to put the file down and leave the room after looking at the pictures. When Mulder tells her he will cancel their flights out you can see the nausea on her face. We get a glimpse into what’s going on inside her in her voice over when she’s writing her report: “It is somehow easier to believe, as Agent Bocks does, in aliens and UFOs, than in the kind of cold blooded inhuman monster who could prey on the living to scavenge from the dead.” She is horrified. But of course she keeps going. She knows dealing with gruesome things is part of the job. In a rare show of vulnerability, she hangs back a moment when they find the dead prostitute. She tells Mulder she needs a minute. Mulder looks surprised, concerned, but doesn’t comment on it. Scully turns away from the scene, looking sick and at the same time like she has no idea what’s happening to her. Of course she does the autopsy. Scully does her job. Even though it’s clear from her expression and her voice in the voice over how shaken she is. She goes on later to call the murder angry and dehumanizing . . . It’s getting to her more than we’ve ever seen before.

Being Scully, she looks for a strategy to continue on with their investigation without having to admit that – and taking the body back to Washington where she will have the better equipment is a really good excuse, and one that a different partner might have simply accepted at face value. GA does an excellent job here (as always), making Scully sound like she’s really just doing what’s best for their investigation, rational and pragmatic as always, but with the subtle hints of her struggle still noticeable in her face and in her voice. Any partner who didn’t know her as well might miss it. But Mulder knows her, which is exactly what she’s afraid of, and most likely also a reason she wants to leave. He can’t see her struggling over this.

Mulder’s reaction is such an important moment in the episode and in their relationship. Of course he knows there is more going on, and he’s so gentle with her, giving her a way out that is completely sincere, and utterly respectful. “I think it's a good idea. I just don't want you to think you have to hide anything from me, Scully. I've seen agents with twenty years in the field fall apart on cases like this.” His voice is soft, but that’s as much because this is just how they talk with each other as it is because he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. And he’s basically telling her that having a hard time with this is nothing to be ashamed of, it happens to literally anyone. He won’t think any differently of her if she has to withdraw from this. And that she can talk to him. He lets her know that they’re partners, but not just work partners. They’re friends. It’s a reminder that she can trust him, that he’s there for her if she needs him. The way she looks at him when he says that is telling: she knows that he knows. And I think she knows his concern is genuine and she knows she doesn’t have to hide this from him. And then her “I'm fine, Mulder. I can handle it.” She’s close to breaking there, but she leaves and he lets her, and this is where we have to talk about Mulder for a second.

Mulder knows she’s struggling hard with this. He can see it. He would understand if she couldn’t do it, he tells her as much. He knows she’s lying when she says she’s okay. We know how much he cares about her and how much he wants to protect her. But she says she’s fine, she says she can do it. She wants to go to Washington and continue working on the case from there. Whatever he may think, however many doubts he may have about her emotional well-being here, he knows it’s not his job to decide how she handles this. He offers his support, and if she needs him he will be there, but he has way too much respect for her to push her on this and request that she step back. She makes her own decisions. I want to talk about this because I’ve been thinking about her brother in the cancer arc, who blames Mulder for everything that happened to Scully, as if she’s nothing but a blind follower with no agency. A sidekick. A woman who lets a man direct her life choices. And that contrast seems to me like a good way to examine Mulder’s behavior here: He doesn’t think of her that way. Never. Scully is there because she wants to be and she can decide that for herself. He worries about her. He feels guilty for the things that happen to her all throughout the show all the way into the revival. But he never once robs her of her agency. I think this is important because it’s a core element of their relationship. Look at how women still get treated in the workplace these days. Look at how women still are seen as the weaker than men. Mulder never does that to her. She is his equal. I firmly believe, and this is a hill I will die on, that he would have given the same out and offered the same support to a male partner. End of digression.

We see Scully talking to a councilor back in Washington, and this comes back to what I said above about Scully protecting herself by demanding too much of herself: Being asked why she’s talking about herself in the second person, she guesses it’s another way of detaching herself from it. She says she knows it’s her job to protect people from predators. “And I've counted on that fact to give me faith in my ability to do what I do. I want that faith back. I need it back.” Scully believes in the work, it’s more important to her than anything. She can’t fail. She says about Mulder: “I know it sounds crazy, but I don't want him to know how much this is bothering me. I don't want him to think he has to protect me.” She has walls built up around her as we all do, she presents a certain picture of herself to the world, and she needs that firmly in place for a million reasons. It protects her. She’s still relatively new to this work, she’s a woman in a strongly male-dominated field, and working on the x files they’re always under special scrutiny anyway, they can’t slip up. Pushing beyond her limits seems absolutely necessary to her. She has to prove that she can do it. Self-care is not on her agenda. She shares that with Mulder. Soldiering on despite the absolute horror she feels and the way this case is making her physically sick is the only way she knows how to protect herself from showing any cracks in her armor. Because she knows, she one hundred percent knows that if she shows any weakness, she will never live it down. I think that is something very relatable and something that’s as relevant today as it was in the 90s.

Briefly touching on what this means in terms of her relationship with Mulder, because that is an important part of the episode and season 2 in general: I don’t believe she thinks it would change his opinion of her. I think she knows he respects her too much. But she can’t even take the tiniest chance that’s she’s wrong about that. His approval and his respect are important to her. Being seen as his equal is important to her. She wants him to know that he can rely on her and she won’t break under pressure. She still thinks she needs to prove herself. If he can do it, then she will too. At the same time, yes, she knows that he knows. And a part of why she doesn’t want him to know is that she wants to protect him too. She must know what he did when she was abducted, all the rules he broke to get her back. So she is well aware of the lengths he’d go to for her. The last thing she wants to do is give him any more reason to worry. She wants to protect both of them.

The exchange between them on the phone when she decides to go join him again in Minneapolis is the closest we get to a resolution of this emotional arc between the two of them in this episode:

Mulder: “Are you staying on there, Scully?”

Scully: “No. I'm coming back tonight.”

Mulder: “Look, Scully. I know this is a pretty horrific case -”

Scully: “I'm okay with it, Mulder. You can use my help.”

Mulder: “Always!”

She sounds so much better after getting some distance, after talking to the councilor. She is not okay. But she understands herself a little better. “You can use my help,” there is almost a teasing note in there. Mulder’s “Always!” is so sincere, a reassurance that he believes her she’s ready to come back.

Everything that happens with Pfaster . . . good god. She’s only just back from one abduction and then that. It’s really hard to watch. Equally hard to watch is Mulder’s worry. That has to give him some flashbacks. Of course it’s a hunch of his that lets them find her, and just in time too. And we get an emotional reunion that we didn’t truly get after the abduction. Scully insists she’s fine, but this time she can’t keep the walls in place – who could, in her situation?? You know how in fanfiction people let out the breath they hadn’t even known they were holding after an emotional situation is resolved? That’s Scully finally allowing herself to cry. She doesn’t want to, but sometimes holding the feelings in is worse than breaking in front of someone. Mulder’s face in that hug doesn’t show the relief that might have been expected, and I like DD’s acting choice there. He looks almost worried. It makes sense to me; she’s alive and has all her fingers, but this has really taken it out of her. And after everything she’s been through too. There isn’t any real emotional release for them at the end of this episode, and after the horror of it, I think leaving them shaken up and very much Not Okay is exactly the right thing to do.

It’s a hard episode to watch, but one Scully needed in season 2.

#txf #the x files #x files meta #dana scully #holy shit this took forever to write #thursday's x-files rewatch

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I could write a three hour video essay on tutu and gender but I really love how a show in a genre that’s primarily targeted towards girls explores how expectations of masculinity can traumatize young boys.

This is shown with Fakir especially. While the text never explicitly attributes his behavior to his gender, his arc over the course of the show is quintessentially informed by toxic gender roles. This got long and I have a lot of thoughts so I'm gonna put it under a readmore:

Fakir has one unchanging goal for the duration of the show: he wants to keep the people he loves safe. But outside elements twist this motivation into an identity. He is suffocating under the weight of a person he has never been and can never be no matter how hard he tries to mold himself.

Much of his personality is likely a direct result of circumstance. We are shown multiple times that when he feels in his element he’s inclined to a gentle disposition (ie how he acts with Duck as a duck or with Raetsel). As a young child especially he appears earnest and naive, his already innate desire to protect blinding him to the cruelty of the world. However, this sweeter side is near overwritten by the cold, domineering personality that characterizes his early appearances in the show.

We can infer that without the trauma inflicted on him by the story Fakir would have retained much more of this gentler personality as he grew up. Instead, his desire to protect others is twisted and warped by fear, becoming a desire to control.

Even before having his life upended, Fakir wanted to to take the weight of protecting the entire town all upon himself. He sees a true hero as someone who stands on his own without help.

So how does this tie into gender? Fakir deliberately crushes his "weaker" side--the earnest, sensitive young boy in the favor of a tough persona. He particularly views emotions as a weakness. It's notable that in one of the most iconic scenes in the show, Fakir has a breakdown over someone seeing him crying. This simple display of human emotion is enough to completely shatter the image he has constructed for himself. Fakir's harsh, impossible standards for himself are rooted in toxic masculinity, in the idea that men--real men--are never visibly sad or scared.

Immediately after losing everything as a child, Fakir was given a new source of hope and pride: the role of the Knight. He, of course, built his whole identity around this role. The Knight, like the Prince is expected to protect others without fear. This can be read as analogous to how men struggle under the expectation to be the protectors and the breadwinners, expected to take pain and hardship upon themselves so those under their care may live a comfortable life. However, the story's knight is doomed from the start: a failed protector. Fakir is growing up under literal impossible standards. He's meant to give everything and crumble under that weight without achieving anything.

It's worth noting that the Princesses' roles are meant to revolve seeking affection from men while the men's roles are colored by violence. Contrast the Knight and Princess Tutu who are both destined to accomplish nothing and be forgotten: while Tutu gracefully dissolves into a speck of light, the Knight is gruesomely torn apart. Here, masculinity becomes inextricably linked to violence in Drosselmeyer's world.

For as long as Fakir tries to be a knight worthy of the story he is confined by a toxic gender role. A protector relies on the idea of a weaker subset of person--the protected. Even without malicious intent, this strips agency. Fakir ignores Mytho's wishes all for the sake of "keeping him safe." Likewise Duck doesn't' want Fakir's protection. In several episodes she begs him to give up on fighting and search for peaceable solutions.

Even though neither Duck nor Mytho ask for Fakir to fight for them he feels personally responsible for their safety to the point his entire self esteem rests on his ability to protect them. Despite his guarded exterior, two of the three times he breaks down crying are because Duck got hurt --due to his own incompetence in his eyes.

Fakir can only grow as a person when he stops placing everything on his own shoulders. For all he clings to the sword his real strengths are found outside of battle. He only saves Duck by opening up to her in his first display of willing vulnerability.

By the end of the series he has entered a genuine partnership with Duck. Rather than a one-sided relationship where he sees himself as her protector, he writes her story and trusts her to guide herself through it. This is in direct opposition to the masculine ideals he clung so hard to. The knight and the prince --his role models--are both meant to be self-sufficient in the original fairytale. Instead, Fakir is able to be a vulnerable boy who gets scared and hurt--and doesn't need to hide it--but has friends he can rely on when times are tough.

Fakir's arc doesn't involve him becoming more feminine, necessarily, but it does show him breaking free of the standards placed on his shoulders by toxic masculinity. He was never meant to be a fighter; that was an unfair role he was forced into. At the end of the show Fakir was achieved his freedom. He isn't a knight. He isn't a protector. He isn't personally responsible for the lives of those he loves. He's just Fakir.

#princess tutu #i wrote this long before the barbie movie came out and 'he's just fakir' has me giggling so bad #hes kenough guys #i dont know how much this is genuine analysis and how much is me stating the obvious but ah well #fakir hater gang dni this isnt for you /lh #tho i want to be clear im not saying hes not responsible for the shitty things he did because wah wah hes under pressure #im saying he sucks BECAUSE man has got a deeply unhealthy relationship with gender #anyways if you read this far ily #now for the most important part of this post:#i raise you trans girl fakir #im fuckin sleeby if anything doesnt make sense im sorry #lea talks

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A Lot To Chew

(Different Vampire AU than the last one, this one is Comedic. I just love Vampire AUs.)

Burton Guster doesn't see his best friend in the world until ten years after graduation. He gets postcards with no return address, from all over the world, but no sight nor sound otherwise.

Until he wakes up one night in 2006 to the sight of his formerly MIA best friend leaning over him with glowing red eyes, a gift-wrapped but obviously identifiable pineapple in his hand, and a wild grin with two sharp fangs visible in the moonlight from the window.

Gus's scream is so loud and shrill it actually sends Shawn to the ground, hands clamped over his ears and an equally shrill scream coming out of him.

Gus leaps out of bed and grabs his bible and a cross, backing into a corner and holding both out! Shawn gets up, rubbing his ears and sending Gus a glare.

"Not cool, dude. Is that any way to greet your best friend after a decade?"

"You better be in some crazy costume, Shawn!" Gus keeps the cross aloft in front of him.

"Well, if you'd let me explain before you stake me-"

"Oh my god."

"Listen, I know this seems bad but good news, I can totally live off stuff like rare steaks. ... Bad news, I can't shapeshift or anything like that. Medium news, I can totally help you move your couch with like, one hand if you need me to."

"Are you actually Shawn?"

"Gus. What kind of question is that? Obviously even if I wasn't I'd say yes."

"Ha! You can't be Shawn, you're too honest."

"Are you saying I'm less honest than a demon? What proof do you need from me to put down the cross, man?"

"... When'd we meet?"

"Uh, basically birth, and then when we were five we officially declared ourselves the best friends in the entire world."

"... Alright. Okay. Why'd you get kicked out of church?"

"First of all, I did not get kicked out- Father Wesley politely suggested we stop attending."

Gus lowers the cross slightly. "That's the same thing, Shawn."

"No, because I think getting kicked out of a church would mean lightning strikes me and I get blown out as a pile of ashes."

The cross goes all the way down, but he keeps a grip on it. "Oh my god. You're really you."

"Duh!"

"And you're a vampire."

"For about five years now, yes."

"What? You don't look twenty-three."

"Yeah, well, apparently an animal blood diet means I'm still aging. I mean, I'm aging well, no doubts about it- and even the supernatural had very little to improve on with my hair."

"How did this even happen?"

"Kind of a long story, buddy. And a little gruesome. Do you still throw up at stressful situations?"

"Shawn."

"That's a yes. I'll tell you another time, but, I came here for a reason."

"To drink my blood?" He raises the cross again. "Condemn me to share your eternal damnation because your love for me has been twisted by your monstrous transformation."

"Dude. That's way too dramatic and absurd, nothing like that. I'm here because we're going to become private investigators together!"

"What?!"

"Yeah! I need you to go out and do stuff during the day, obviously, but-"

"I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming."

"I know, right? Dream come true. Anyway, the thing is the cops brought me in for questioning tonight because I called in a tip and when they wouldn't stop insisting my Nighttime Lifestyle pointed to me being a criminal I ended up telling them I was psychic and the spirits demand I only work at night-"

"You lied to the cops?!"

"Gus, I'm a vampire. What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe hypnotize them to let you go?!"

"... Huh. ... That would've been a great plan, actually. Whoops."

#psych #psychusa #psych usa #psych 2006 #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Crazy in Love

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

VIOLENCE—Reader is slightly unhinged in the name of love.

Requested by: @kloy344 | 4,644 Words

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"Again!" Natasha barks down at your lackadaisical form, standing in wait with an extended hand as if this was nothing to her, because really it was, sparring with you was light work for the diet super soldier.

"But Natty..."

"But Natty nothing! We're going until you officially pin me down."

"That's my sisters job..."

Natasha lightly shoves you by your shoulder, but smirks anyways at the cheeky innuendo.

"Miss Maximoff, you've received an email from a sketchy source, would you like me to project it onto the wall?"

"Yes please, thanks Fri."

"Oh no, I'm crushed..." Natasha teases right back with her back to you as she packed her gym bag up, completely failing to see the way that your body had tensed, or the horrendous images that were plastered on the gyms walls.

There sat Kate—your precious wife, tied to a chair in the center of a barely lit room, her head was lolling against her left shoulder, and it was a truly sickening sight. The side of her face that was visible to you was nearly unrecognizable with all the varying shades of blues, reds and purples. Her entire right side from her face to her arms was adorned with gruesome marks. Once your eyes trailed down to see the pool of blood beneath the chair you could no longer stomach to see her like this.

"Oh my god, I think I'm going to be sick." You gasp, trembling hands clutching at your mouth and abdomen as the nausea immediately sets in, the only distraction comes in the form of Yelena's disheveled, and clearly battered form.

"It was a trap! They ambushed us, and Kate Bishop's been compromised!"

—

The entire team had squeezed there way into the briefing room once you'd sent off for an emergency meeting. Natasha relaying to them what's become of your wife since it was clear you'd been in no state to do it yourself.

"Look, we all care about Kate here, but we can't just go running off without a plan."

"Like hell we can't!" You seethe, hands quick to slam against the table, and without exactly meaning to you bent the metal all out of shape, creating quite the hazard for anyone near.

The entirety of the team flinches at the grating sound of metal being crushed, shifting back to narrowly avoid being impaled by the jagged pieces of metal, and you bite back a chuckle at the newfound fear in many of their eyes.

"You're far too reckless; not even permitted to be out on missions yet Y/N, so why don't you just sit back down, and let us handle this." Steve commands, sure in his false authority over you, his eyebrows quirked as he's met with your petulant laughter over your hopeful obedience.

Your eyes lit up and your hands soon followed at his smug dismissal, and your older sister was horrified as you seemed to be on the brink of losing control, and it seemed you enjoyed it. Seeing you so distraught, and to be honest terrifying had her wondering if her and Pietro had made the wrong decision in joining Hydra with you in tow all those years ago.

"Well how about you take your shield and shove it up your tight ass, Captain Dipshit, I'm going to save my fucking wife with or without the Avengers, don't think to get in my way."

Once Steve sees your hands rise he pointlessly lifts his shield up as a defense, but it does little to protect himself from the bright blue blast, quite the contrary actually as you seamlessly crack through the sturdy piece of vibranium, and subsequently throw him across the room.

"Welp, this seems handled, good luck kid." Tony quips as he stares in fearful amusement at the folded over super soldier in the corner of the room, then with a sly wink he tosses you the keys to the only jet that Shield has no access to, squeezing your shoulder as he brushes by you.

Wanda and you make brief eye contact, then after the silent discussion you turn around to leave the room with no more conversations left to have since everyone else in the room either supported you, or were far too terrified to say much to the otherwise.

"You had it coming." Yelena quips before she's swiftly following you out of the room and off to wherever it is you were headed.

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Hydra had a fun time with you when you were apart of their testing phases, whereas your siblings phases were far more controlled yours were just a shit ton of experiments that sort of left you a basket case of powers, hence the persistent lack of mission clearance from Steve. So it's no surprise to Yelena when she finds you in the weapons room collecting every scrap of metal possible like a madman.

"What's the plan then Y/N Maximoff?" Yelena asks, shakily jumping onto the stool besides you with her best attempt at a smile through the pain, which falls flat as you truly see the damage they laid upon your bestfriend, making you that much angrier.

"Simple. I go save Kate, you stay here."

"Absolutely not!"

"You've been hurt Lena, I'm not risking your safety, plus—this might get even too graphic for you..."

"You're not going in there alone." She argues with her arms crossed over her chest, you look up momentarily to see the unnecessary fear in her eyes, and it honestly touches you to see how deep her concern for you runs.

"I know, Wanda and Natasha will follow, but only as potential backup though, something tells me I won't be needing anyone's help."

"Y/N/N... I'm fine, let me go..." She whines pitifully, much like a child, and you're realizing that fighting with the brick wall that is Belova is pointless and will cost you if you continue.

"Fine, but you stay on the jet, and that's final."

"This is why Wanda's my favorite..."

You pay her obvious lie no mind, fully aware that she hates being benched because it comes off as a sign of weakness, and no one's meant to see her as anything but capable. This is just her anger controlling her, but you can't miss this opportunity to tease right back amidst all the tension.

"Good to know, because it just so happens that Natasha's always been mine."

"How dare you tell lies to your bestfriend!!!" She gasps, and you roll your eyes at her sudden change in demeanor.

You just continue off towards the jet, ignoring her listings for why your words were clearly a lie, she continues to drone on even when you're working on starting up the jet.

"What the hell is she going on about?" Natasha groans as she moves to take over working on the control panels, and you watch as she immediately throws the headset over her ears to drown her sister out.

"Nice try, but there's no leaving without us." Wanda's voice suddenly cuts in, and you turn to face your sister with a guilty smile.

"You said they'd follow."

"Yes, because I was going to leave without them, and that honestly would've worked out had you not slowed me down."

"Yes, thanks for that Lena." Wanda teases while taking a seat beside her fiancé.

"Anything for my favorite Maximoff." She sweetly replies, while fixing her glare upon you, Wanda snorts at the clear lie, and Yelena gasps once she see your middle finger as a response.

Once you hear the sounds of boots hitting the pavement everyone's quick to shut up, and instead work together to get the jet off the ground before Steve and Bucky would attempt to use their strength to keep you guys grounded as Bruce would no doubt attempt to disarm the jet since Tony's unwilling to help.

—

"Now, here's the plan." Wanda starts while standing before you, arm wrapping around her lovers waist for support since the jet's currently on autopilot, but she gets absolutely nowhere as you cut her off.

"Wanda, I love you, but you and I already know the plan, we discussed it at the table."

"No, you told me what you wanted to do, and I said 'we'll discuss it further on the jet.'" She chastises you as if you're still a child, her stance frighteningly similar to that of your late mothers; you shiver at the memories of yours and Pietro's past adventures riddled with mischief, and your heart aches at the reminder of all that you've already lost.

"It's simple math Wands, they hurt Kate, I annihilate them."

Yelena snickers, but is quick to fix her face when Wanda zaps her with a red tendril.

"You're not thinking clearly here, this is Hydra and you are their most volatile weapon to date. There's a reason they kept Kate, and let Lena go, please just think about this more clearly!" She desperately shouts, pleading for you to not be reckless in your methods for once.

"My mind is clear my dearest sestra, I'm not the unhinged basket case Steve has convinced all of you that I am. I will handle those Hydra agents with class and diplomacy.

Yelena and Natasha smirk at your play on words, both of them knowing damn well that you're about to go batshit crazy, and neither of them are in opposition of it either.

"Oh yeah, and how do you plan to do that" Wanda's obvious frustration seeps through the question, face falling as yours does quite the opposite.

"I'll do them an overdue service as I paint those hideous off white walls with their blood, all the while delicately stacking their bodies atop of each other to make a pathway to my beloved and praying they have safe passage to Hell."

"Can you take this seriously Y/N?" Wanda shouts in utter exasperation, her hands naturally illuminating in red as her emotions overwhelm her.

"I can assure you Wanda, I'm taking this very seriously! That's my fucking wife they took, if they wanted to live they should've made better choices. Don't stand here and act like if it was Natasha you wouldn't be just as furious as me. I'd be right there on your side at the ready too!" You shout, coming toe to toe with your slightly shorter sister, watching as her jaw clenches, and her fingers ball up into tight fists.

"Exactly my point, you'd be there to help me."

"No, I said at your side, because just like you wouldn't with me, I'm not forcing you into direct danger because of a battle that is mine. Trust me please, I am more than ready, and I'll come back to you in one piece."

"You're my baby sister, and I just worry this is all too much for you... I can't lose anyone else."

"Neither can I Wands..."

She nods in understanding, and with only a minute to touchdown left you pull her into your strong hold, lightly swaying her around, and humming along to the tune of a Sokovian childhood classic.

"I'm hacking into their cameras now Y/N/N, if anything goes awry Wanda and I will be there." Natasha interrupts the sweet moment as the jet touches ground.

"Deal..." You agree, squeezing your sister a final time before pulling back with a brave smile to offer her reassurance.

Incognito mode was activated once you landed a few hundred paces to the left of the building. Hydra agents were sparse, the ten outside met their maker in quick succession, telling you they wanted to trick you into a false sense of safety. Their shortcomings rather obvious since they overlooked your long list of powers, like the one that currently leaves you aware of the near to a hundred of them filling the three floors.

Their varying heartbeats widely scattered, but at least twenty of them reside just beyond the door you're stood before, and the one heartbeat that matters to you most sounds far too weak, so without a second thought you kick the door down. Bullets of all sorts come flying at you in quick succession, wide smiles decorating the faces of the many ill informed Hydra soldiers.

"Oh come on guys... This is just far too easy." You manage to say over your maniacal cackling, their terrified faces, and rapidly beating hearts beyond satisfactory when the last thing they see is the bullets frozen in midair turning right back on them.

With an accomplished look on your face you step over the limp bodies with ease, winking playfully to your family as you spot the camera in the corner, and only imagining their faces.

"Thirty down in less than ten seconds.. That's got to be a new record for her." Yelena proudly mumbles while the two older women beside her are frozen in place, sat in front of Natasha's laptop with their mouths agape at the absolute carnage left in your path.

The next floor you ascend to is just as full, but this one isn't full of soldiers and their toy guns, it's instead full of burly men with their fists up. The first five to charge at you wind up on their knees, your eyes shining a crimson hue as you hold them with powers much like your sisters, then just as quickly they slump forward as their necks snap.

Another ten do their best to bum rush you, but you're much quicker, phasing out of your place to allow them a chance to share a final embrace before your eyes shine bright blue and they fall into one collective heap, the once shiny daggers from your pockets now plunged through their hearts, the hilts sticking out of their back.

"Come on, this is getting pathetic!"

Your cocky remark is met with a quick response, five men arise from the shadows, each one landing a rather proper blow to you, briefly disorienting you, and your panicked sister was already headed for the jet's exit at the sight of your state.

"Detka, wait!! She's trained with me, she's more than capable of handling a punch." Natasha offendedly remarks, eyes expectantly awaiting your comeback sequence.

As expected you make a quick comeback, the shocking truth being revealed, you were simply astral projecting, and their upper hand was a purposeful ruse to bring forth the remaining soldiers from the eery shadows they were hid. The women on the jet watched on in prideful awe as your smirking projected form winked at the overly cocky men before evaporating, many knocking heads after lunging for you, and completely unprepared for what you'd do next.

Sat atop a pillar in the corner of the room you looked at the fifteen men stood in the center all wearing stupid expressions as dumb as them. With the flick of a wrist they were overtaken by their worst nightmares, all stood there with tendrils of red swimming around their wide eyes, all screaming like the weaklings you'd always knew them to be.

While they were all distracted you summoned the guns of the already dead soldiers, each one floating in and stopping before the men frozen in place. Upon escaping your mind games each one would fall to the floor, a bullet straight through the skull, fulfilling your earlier promises of splattering the walls with their blood, and for good measure you'd added brain matter into the mix completely free of charge.

"Not gonna lie, but unhinged Y/N is kinda hot, do you think Kate would be willing to share?" Yelena unashamedly asks the women to her sides, receiving a harsh death glare from your sister, and a nudge from her own.

"What? I'm just saying... Girl could get it!" Yelena continues, jumping up before anything else could be done to her in retaliation.

Though you are absolutely killing it, it's also the case that you're feeling a bit spent after remaining dormant for months on end with these powers of yours. As per Steve's orders most of your recent training has been purely focused on combat, and your powers were only ever practiced in the dead of night at the cabin you share with your wife whenever you couldn't sleep.

The next set of stairs you take is used for the much needed breather, but then you hear the love of your absolute life's heart race increase, fear grips you as you recklessly enter the next room, and are faced with roughly fifty soldiers.

"Let's fucking go!" You growl, and they all charge at you with gadgets of torture in hand.

You're able to use your powers to throw half of them against a wall, successfully immobilizing them by way of snapping their spines in half. With Natasha's training you start to zig zag around the room, never letting them anticipate where you'll be stood next, and while doing so your never ending collection of daggers were taking them out in droves until you were down to three left.

With a sudden adrenaline rush you run full speed at the women, hoisting yourself up by the use of her bent knee you make quick work to wrap your legs around her neck, and flip her to the ground, a sickening crunch following.

"I taught her that!" Natasha giddily screeches, bouncing in her seat as if her child had just scored the winning goal for their team, and Wanda rubs her temples in search of relief from the crazy that surrounds her.

“What next? Is she going to become a poser just like you too?” Yelena groans while shoveling a granola bar into her mouth, shrugging when the women look to her in confusion.

“I was hungry, this is suspenseful!” She defends, settling back in between them to see what she’s calling your grand finale.

The remaining men look at you, each in a corner of their own, and silently discussing with their eyes a plan you audibly hear in your mind. Goon number one will charge at you, and in your busied state goon number two will attach a power dampening collar around you. As their full proof plan unfolds you make light work of goon number two, using his cobalt hip replacement as a means to knock him down.

Goon number one however does get you to the ground, hands pummeling into your body as he loses track of his initial mission, and you hear his pained thoughts about his girlfriend you'd just killed with the use of your thighs.

"If it's any consolation, she seemed much happier between my legs then she did in her final thoughts of you." You splutter out over the blood pooling in your mouth, enjoying the way his face contorts in total offense.

He goes to throw another punch at your face, but you no longer wish to waste anymore time, so you catch his fist then with a simple flick of your wrist he's flying through the window to free fall onto the awaiting pavement.

"Fucking idiots, all of you..." You grumble as you grab a cloth to wipe your face of your blood, and then in a matter of moments you fly your way down the three flights of stairs until you reach the door to the basement

A high pitched scream is met with your fast feet hitting the cold concrete flooring of the building. Every metal door is ripped from its hinges so that you waste no time finding the right room, which turns out to be the final one.

"Well, well, if it isn't—."

Baron Von Strucker quite literally loses his tongue, your final dagger having sliced right through it as he attempted to speak. He fell to the floor like the pathetic bitch that he was, you swiftly lifted the man by the hair on his head, picking your bloodied dagger up you place it against his throat, smiling wickedly before telling him off.

"I'm the monster you always wanted, but you'll never have me, because I no longer cower to weak men such as yourself. So simple minded that you have to hide behind armies of equally as pitiful men and women, and use innocent children as your pawns in the game for power. Look at you, couldn’t even finish up a thought before I had you broken down on your knees."

His eyes widen when your blade digs into the side of his throat, mouth blabbering nonsense which only makes a bloody mess of his chin, he pointlessly squirms in your hold, and you allow him this final moment of pleading. Honestly, it thrills you to know you hold his very life in the palm of your hands, and with thoughts of your fallen brother, and beaten girlfriend you lean in close to hold steady eye contact.

"Good luck in hell, I heard Satan doesn't exactly believe in lube, but I'm sure the prongs will go in smoothly for you though..."

The blade slashes over his throat with perfect precision, his warm blood soaking your hand, you wipe the disgusting remnants off onto his combat suit, then carelessly throw his body to the ground, and leave him to bleed out.

"Y/N?"

Kate's unnaturally harsh voice shatters your heart, then the sight of her nearly brings your spent form to your knees, but you can't rest until she's out of here, and safely on the jet.

"Oh, krasivaya, what have they done to you?" You whimper, hands making quick work of her restraints, body catching her own as hers gives out immediately.

"I knew you'd come for me..." She whispers, her adrenaline clearly fading upon being in your safe embrace, and as much as that warms your heart it also terrifies the shit out of you.

"Kate, baby, stay awake..."

"Mm ok.. Just gonna take a nap..."

With a final burst of energy you take off in a sprint, your overworked legs burning the absolute last thing on your mind when your wife is so obviously barely clinging to life in your arms. When you make it out you approach the jet, door opening as you near, but just as you make it to the jet you feel a sharp pain in your right shoulder that causes you to tumble.

Wanda catches you midfall, using her powers to yank you and your wife onto the jet. Natasha jumping to stand behind her aims her pistol out and shoots the nearly dead agent through the heart, and Yelena lifts the jet up into the air before the doors are even shut.

Natasha gets straight to work on Kate, though most of what Kate needs will be received back in the med-bay, and Wanda's attention falls to your rough form bleeding out on the floor.

"Y/N, let me see your shoulder."

"No! Kate's worse off, take care of her..."

"Natasha's working on her as we speak, Y/N/N, just let me pull the bullet out and stuff the wound..."

Your protests die on your tongue when you manage to open your eyes and are met with the glossy orbs of your sister staring down at you. The obvious fear in her eyes enough to make you set your pride aside, weakly you nod, and she drops beside you to do just that.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, you're still in one piece." Wanda soothes you, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as your body gives in to the overt exhaustion, and she pulls your slumped form into her lap, arms protectively holding you.

—

Kate's eyes flutter open, eyes tracing the dimly lit room, but this time her heart is at peace. She's safe, and if her memory isn't playing tricks on her she's got you to thank for it. Slowly, and painfully, she shifts her face to get a better look at the space around her, her eyes settle upon the charming blonde Russian, noting the stitches on her eyebrow.

"Kate Bishop-Maximoff, welcome back..." Yelena whispers, afraid to wake you up because Wanda would kill her for doing so.

"Are you okay? Where's Y/N?" Kate begins to rapid question the blonde in a panic.

Yelena grabs her neurotic friends hand, then tilts her head to gesture beyond her bed, and once again Kate painfully turns her head, and she's unhappily met with your slumped, and battered form. Harsh bruises litter the entirety of your exposed abdomen, there's a gauze wrap around your shoulder, and your face seems to only rival your abdomen in most markings.

"Wh-what happened to her?"

"Kate Bishop, don't be stupid. She fought the bad guys, and trust me—she won."

"But did she have help? Why were they able to hurt her so badly...?"

"She refused help, she went rogue actually. Attacked Steve—it was so cool, she 'stole' a jet, absolutely obliterated the hydra agents—it was very hot. Then as she was running to the jet a lingering agent shot her, so Natasha shot them. She was completely unhinged Kate, it was insanely hot, I just felt that needed to be reiterated."

Kate's face contorts in anger when Yelena calls you hot, but it quickly settles when she realizes just how true the statement is. Even now, well especially now, covered in markings from the beatings you took for her—you're fucking hot. Can’t fault her for telling the truth…

"Where's Wanda and Nat?" Kate asks, knowing that you are truly their collective pride and joy, and they’d most likely be at your bedside.

"Fighting with Steve, who's mad that Fury found this whole thing funny, he even went over the soldier and cleared Y/N to go on missions. We’ll never lose again, she’s a total smoke show, wiping the floor with those idiots. I knew she would be too, the dinosaur was just being a petty freak since Wanda ‘stole’ Natasha from him, even though she’s a total lesbian.”

Yelena continued to ramble on about everything the archer missed while being tied up and tortured for twelve hours, and she had to admit it was a pretty impressive list. The elaborate descriptions of how you’d massacred the Hydra agents had her feeling all sorts of things, mostly pure thoughts though, because she didn’t want to get herself all worked up when neither of you’d be able to handle it in your rough conditions.

After about an hour the blonde was called away, and it was then that you climbed out of your bed, and made your way over to the side of your wife’s with the cutest pout she’d ever seen, your practiced puppy dog eyes honestly enough to beat out Lucky for the last slice of pizza if it ever came down to it.

“Baby, why are you up? You shouldn’t be moving around right—.” Kate immediately tried to scold you, but you softly press your lips to hers, careful of her bruised cheeks, and successful in your ploy to shut her up.

“You both talk too much…”

“I’m serious though, you’re hurt…”

“Kate, It hurts more being away from you…” You tiredly whine, in that childlike way that only she has the fortune of seeing, and she practically melts at the sight of your pout.

“I’m sorry baby, how about you climb in then, there’s plenty of room..”

You wasted no time climbing into her bed, lying on your uninjured side, and throwing your leg over her casted one as you got settled.

“I love you Y/N Bishop-Maximoff…”

“I love you too Kate Bishop-Maximoff.”

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likeafairytale · 5 months

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“ You can rest, Princess. Nothing will happen, I promise. ” – a guard to Calypso

❛I am not tired.❜

This was an obvious lie, followed by a yawn. Calypso shook her head, in hopes to shook her tiredness, but she knew it didn't work that way. Looking at the canvas she was painting, she tried to stay focus on in, but it was so obvious that she was falling asleep. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, just to rest, and the next minute, her guard rushed to her in order to prevent her to fall on the ground, lying her there. Blinking several times, she looked around when she noticed she was lying on the ground, the guard visibly worried, next to her.

❛I insist, you should rest. You stayed up all night just to paint.❜

❛I'll rest when my husband will be there with me.❜ Calypso sighed while standing up.

❛Princess Calypso, this could take days...❜

❛This could be tonight.❜

❛Or in two weeks. Are you really going to stay awake for two weeks straight?❜

The little mermaid sighed and sat on her chair, looking at the guard. He truly seemed worried, but she knew better than trusting faes. He wasn't really worried about her well-being, but more about his job. If ever she came to die, he will be to blame because he didn't take good care of her needs. Calypso never saw more selfish beings that faes.

But she had to admit that he was right. The reason she was up all night was because Aeron didn't come back last night, and she was scared. She knew, deep down, he was alright, she already was warned by him, and her brothers, that you don't have the certitude to come home every night. Sometimes, you have to stay in the battlefield a little longer. Days even. And it was stupid to say, but Calypso couldn't sleep without the warmth of Aeron next to her, and her anxiety prevented her to sleep anyway, which is why she painted all night, and all morning. She was exhausted, that's for sure, but each time she closed her eyes, she saw horrible things, and no one to reassure her once she's awake. She did not know how long she could keep going without her husband here...

❛Are you giving me order?❜ She suddenly asked, and she could see his expression changing, which amused her.

❛No, I wouldn't dare, Princess!❜ He immediately said, stepping back. ❛I'm just... I'm worried about you. Your paintings are more and more gruesome...❜

She frowned at that. It's only when she looked at her painting, that she was almost done, that she understood what he was saying. Usually Calypso painted landscape, memories of her childhood, some rare happy memories of Yasmeen's, some of Aeron's travels, in other terms, happy things. But this painting looked like someone else painted it. She remembered using a lot of red, but she didn't notice at the time it was to paint blood. What she painted was the death of someone she did not know, agonizing on the ground, in the middle of a raging war. She took a deep breath, startled by what she was seeing, what she had painted.

❛Shared vision...❜

❛Excuse me?❜

❛That's Malachai's view. Or it was at least... We have shared vision with my siblings, but we turned it off when I got married... Why did he turn it on now?...❜

❛Princess...❜

❛I'm fine. Bring me my crochet, I can't do bloody things with that, can I?❜ She said, but he did not move. Calypso frowned when he seemed nervous, not willing to obey. ❛Did I stutter?❜

❛I think you need to rest, Princess Calypso... And eat.❜

❛I told you I'm just fine!❜

❛Well, if not for you, for the baby, then.❜

Saying that the mermaid was surprised by his words was an euphemism. She was speechless. Her heart beating faster and faster, and she had to fight the urge to touch her belly when he mentioned her unborn child. She wanted to cry. She put that on the hormones and the fact that her own guard was dismissing her orders, even though she understood now it was just for her own good.

❛How do you...❜

❛I am married and I have children, Princess. I know a pregnant woman when I see one. I supposed it is just the beginning, for you go a lot in the bathroom. Morning sickness?❜ He asked and all she did was nodded silently. He dared coming a little closer to her and kneed in front of her. ❛I know you must be scared right, a war is always scary, especially this one, but you cannot be selfish right now. You are with child, and you must think of it too. The lack of sleep and food is dangerous. If you want to keep it, y-❜

❛I will!❜

Calypso almost shouted, and she was herself surprised by that. It's only been two months and a half, and she was still in the blur, not knowing what to do, who to talk to, how to handle things. She was lost, a poor little pregnant princess lost in a war that everyone thought she caused. She had no allies, at least none near her, and she was in her enemy's castle, like a prisoner. Thinking about her baby was the last thing in her mind, but the simple idea of getting rid of it was too much. She never truly thought of it, maybe she thought it will go away as easy as it arrived, but the idea of losing the little being growing inside of her, the proof her Aeron's love for her was too much. She only now realized that she wanted to be a mother, especially if the child was her husband's.

❛I'm sorry I shouted. What I meant is that I want to keep it.❜

❛Then, you have to start sleeping regularly, and eating more.❜

❛Alright then.❜ Calypso sighed and finally left her chair for her bed. ❛Why are you doing that? Being nice to me?❜

❛I...❜ He started, and Calypso saw how embarrassed he seemed. Now, she knew he couldn't lie, as all faes, and she prepared herself for a selfish reason he was helping her, a reason that will hurt her. ❛You remind me of Princess Lyra...❜

❛Oh, that's true. You were her personal guard. She liked you a lot.❜

❛She was a real sunshine.❜ He said while coming closer to Calypso, and she could see pain in his eyes. He did like the princess very much, she could tell. This thought smooth her, before bringing anxiety.

❛Do you think I killed her? Are you trying to make me sleep just so you could kill me?❜

❛No, of course not!❜ He answered, and he seemed offended, which Calypso did not understand. To that expression, he explained: ❛I watched over the princess and you when you were playing or talking. Your feelings for her were true, I can tell, I don't think you are the kind of woman to kill someone you truly like.❜

❛Thank you for your kind words.❜ He nodded, and finally, she was relaxed enough to close her eyes without fear. ❛Please, one last thing... Do not tell the High Queen about my pregnancy... Neither to Aeron..❜

❛He does not know?❜

❛How am I supposed to announce it to him in the middle of a war? Plus, I don't even know how he will react... I suppose I'm scared of that...❜

❛I won't tell, unless they ask me a specific question, in that case, I cannot lie. Now, stop avoiding sleeping. I'll make sure nothing happens to you as long as I am your guard. I promise.❜

#calypso le fey #calypso writing prompt #writing prompt #i hate it #but i wanted to write #i love her sm #she deserves the world #and she deserves a friend even if it's a guard #icanbeyourgenie

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anysin · 4 months

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Fic: I'll Settle For You

For the anon who requested Pmart and "two miserable guests aat a wedding", have this darkfic in which Jon never woke up from his S3 coma, but Elias married him anyway. SFW but with dark subtext and angst so beware.

I'll Settle For You

Martin is a little surprised when Basira and Melanie show up at the wedding.

"I know he wasn't your- favorite person," he says, leaving the understatement to linger in the air. His words are directed at Melanie, who doesn't deny them; she just frowns as she pushes her hands into the pockets of her jacket, continuing to glare at Martin, but Martin notices from the corner of his eye how Basira glances down for a second, biting her lip. Perhaps it's out of regret; for what, Martin doesn't know. Doesn't really care, either. He just wants to know why these two are here.

"Jon still deserved better than this," Melanie grumbles, and this time she looks down, too. "I don't believe for one second that Elias is doing this out of the goodness of his heart or whatever bullshit he has been pouring into everyone's ears. This is just creepy." She shudders. "I'm surprised that you're okay with this."

"Melanie, you said you wouldn't," Basira warns, but it's obvious from her tone she doesn't expect her words to actually have an effect.

"What did he show you, Martin?" Melanie asks, looking up again. "What could have possibly convinced you that this wedding is in any way acceptable?"

Martin knows he doesn't owe her, nor Basira, any answers. But he knows that Melanie isn't wrong, either; Elias shouldn't be out of prison, Martin shouldn't be allowing this to happen, and Jon shouldn't be a living corpse. Unfortunately for all of them, none of it matters.

"Just the truth," Martin says. "That's all I will tell you. Sorry."

He is gambling a bit, hoping that Melanie isn't really that invested in the answer. It pays off as she just nods, but he feels a pang of sadness anyway.

The wedding itself is a quiet event. Martin is pretty sure nothing that's happening is actually legal, but the law ceased to matter the moment Elias walked out of the prison and nobody ever came after him, and decency ceased to matter once Elias made Martin understand how much Jon loved Elias and not him. Martin watches closely as Elias slides the ring onto Jon's slack finger, and when he lifts Jon's hand up to his lips to kiss it on the knuckles. He makes sure not to even glance at Jon's face.

Melanie and Basira leave immediately after the ceremony is over, Melanie as loudly as possible and Basira with quiet contempt, but Martin stays around, because he needs to remember Jon somehow. So he takes a glass of champagne and a piece of cake, ignoring Elias who is sitting in a corner table with Jon's sleeping figure, and heads over to the table where the only other guest is sitting.

"So," Martin says as he sits down, "what are your feelings about all of this?"

It hasn't escaped his notice that Peter is visibly unhappy, which is something he rarely is; although Martin's time as Peter's assistant was cut short in the end, he did gain some understanding to how Peter ticks, and this refusal to look into Martin's direction isn't part of Peter's usual facade. But Peter doesn't try to leave from the table, and eventually he sighs and turns to face Martin.

"It's a big gruesome, isn't it?" Peter comments, resting his arms on the table as he leans on it. "Elias basically just married a dead man. What is he planning to do with him exactly? He's not going to respond to anything. The Beholding has him now."

Martin flinches. "Anything could still happen," he says, but even as he says the words, he knows it's more out of habit than of any genuine belief. He waits for Peter to mock him for it, but Peter doesn't say anything, reaching out for Martin's champagne instead.

"I just don't see a point in such devotion." Peter takes the glass, meeting Martin's eyes before knowingly taking a sip from it. Martin shrugs, digging into his cake.

"They were in love, I guess. You do all kinds of stupid things when you are in love." The cake is the sweetest possible thing, and while it isn't unbearably so, Martin quickly realizes that he isn't hungry at all. But he keeps eating it, reasoning that since he took a piece, he must finish it. This is the last meal he will ever share with Jon, after all.

Even though Jon wouldn't really care, Martin does.

"Yes," Peter mumbles. "Yes, you do stupid things."

Peter takes another sip of the champagne, a big one this time, leaving a tiny bit on the bottom of the glass. Martin doesn't know where to look, glancing between the champagne glass and the cake, and he knows that his vision is getting blurrier with every bite he eats, but he doesn't try to wipe his eyes. If he does, his tears will start falling for real, and he can't have that happen in front of Peter. Why did he come sit here, anyway? He knows Peter doesn't care.

"A long time ago, I thought he loved me," Peter says. "I have known it's not true for almost as long, and yet sometimes I'm surprised."

Martin closes his eyes, continuing to shovel the cake into his mouth. But soon the piece he took is gone, and he can only bite the insides of his cheeks, try not to lose it.

He hears the champagne glass cling slightly as Peter sets it down on the table; it must be empty, too. Peter's chair scrapes against the floor seconds later; that's only to be expected, too. Martin lowers the spoon onto the cake plate, running his hand over his face, clutching his mouth to keep its corners from twisting downward.

"You should come with me." Peter's voice seems to carry over to Martin's ears from far away, but when Martin opens his eyes, he finds Peter standing right next to him. "No use staying here anymore. You did your duty, you gave them your sorrow. You can keep it for yourself now."

Martin snorts, although Peter is saying nothing funny. Well, maybe a little funny; Martin has no idea if this is an attempt to comfort him or make him feel worse, but it's making him feel something at least.

"Are you going to kill me?" he asks as he lowers his hand from his mouth, looking up at Peter. He's not entirely sure if he wants to hear a no, or a yes.

Therefore when Peter shakes his head, he doesn't know how to feel.

"Now that I no longer run the Institute, Elias is back to disapproving it if I try to kill his employees," Peter says, sounding a little bit more like his usual self, "and I will try to stay on good terms with him. So no. I just think we could- commiserate with each other."

Martin is not sure if it's a good sign that Peter wants to commiserate with him. But he can hear Elias starting to speak in the corner, loud enough for them to hear, and Martin knows that if Elias wants them to bear witness to something, he doesn't want to be around for it. He feels awful about abandoning Jon, but Peter is right; Martin has done all he can for a man who doesn't love him. He nods, standing up.

"Let's commiserate, then," he says. "Lead the way."

He doesn't expect Peter to take him by the hand, but as mist starts to gather around them, shielding them from the sound and the sight of the married couple, he doesn't pull his hand away.

#my fic #peter x martin

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jaybird-fanfics · 1 year

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Villain Roommate |Chapter Four|

Warning: Parental Death

It happened seventeen years ago, you were only five years old when your mother died right in front of you. It started off as a normal day, you mother took you to work with her since it was take your child to work day. Your father was at his own job, he didn't ask if you wanted to go with him. He said he would be too busy and just left it to your mother to take you with her.

Her friends gushed about how cute you were. Your mother had made sure you were dressed up for that day, which you didn't really like, but didn't complain too much about. You were told to play with your mother's friends' children while she talked with them. You happily obliged and ran around the office with your new friends. And what made the day even better? Why, heroes of course! That day, a couple of well known heroes made an appearance at your mothers work.

You and your friends were so excited. You all got their autographs and pictures with them, they even told you that you could be a hero one day, if you really put your heart into it. Those words inspired you beyond anything else. Yes it seemed that day was turning out so perfect.

That is until the attack happened.

It happened so fast too. You didn't even know what was going on, you just knew you were scared. It started with the building shaking, then there was an explosion. You and your mother were on the bottom floor, the building came crashing down all around you. The heroes did everything they could to keep the people calm and figure a way out.

Two of the heroes worked together to move a giant block of concrete out of the way of the exit, as soon as it was clear, everyone made a break for it. But there were so many people, they couldn't all fit through at once, and so the door was blocked again by the amount of bodies trying to get through.

And the building was collapsing too fast. You ran to your mother for comfort, in all the confusion she picked you up and started running for the exit. Noticing it was blocked, she headed to a near by window. She set you down to pick up a chair and threw it towards the glass. It shattered, leaving just enough room for you and your mother to get out. Your mother picked you back up and carefully started to push you through the window, trying to mind the sharp edges of the broken glass.

There was another explosion, the building was coming down. And your mother knew there was going to be casualties, despite the heroes best efforts. But she'd be damned if you were one of them. So without second thought, she threw you out of the window, you landed on the ground, pain growing in your back. You felt some thing warm run down your back. You ignored it and reached your hand out for your mother.

She was halfway through the window before...

CRASH

Smoke filled the air, you could barely see in front of you. You coughed and stood up, calling for your mother, but there would be no answer. As the smoke slowly cleared, you were met with a truly gruesome sight.

Your mother had been crushed by a giant pile of rubble, only half her body visible. One of her arms was crushed under with the rest of her body, her eyes were wide, mouth agape, her face was stuck in one of pure agony and fear. She had died instantly, but you didn't want to believe it. Tears filled your eyes, slowly taking a step closer, calling for her in a tiny voice. When she did not respond, the dam broke, you fell to your knees and sobbed and wailed.

One of the remaining heroes heard you and quickly ran to your side. He asked if you were hurt, but all you could do is cry, cry for your mother who was long dead. The hero looked over to your mother's corpse with wide eyes. He felt sorry for you, with a heavy heart, he picked you up and walked away. You were kicking and screaming or him to turn around and save your mother, but there was nothing that he could do for her. But how were you to know? You were just a kid after all. You thought, maybe, just maybe, he could save her after all.

But as you grew older you realized the gravity of the situation. Your mother was crushed to death, there was nothing anyone, not even a hero could do to save her.

That day you learned that the building collapse was no accident, but a planned attacked by a group of villains. They knew heroes would be there in that building, and so, they set up explosives in attempts to kill them. There plan wasn't a total failure, they had killed all but one hero, and they also killed many, many civilians in the process. But you knew they didn't care. They were villains after all.

Later in the hospital, your father came to see you. He was relieved to know that you were alright, and asked for his wife. But once he was informed about what happened, he broke down.

You were injured bad that day, a long cut went up your back from the glass, it was sure to scar over later in life. And boy did it, you found it disgusting. You were much too young to heal serious injuries, not to mention it was a place where you couldn't reach. It was like a constant reminder of that day. You suppose you were somewhat thankful that it was somewhere you couldn't easily see it. But that meant everyone else could. You never showed your back to anyone after that day, you never vacationed to the beach or went to the pool at all. The only time anyone saw your back, was a doctor, and you knew they wouldn't be telling everyone about it.

It was your reminder of your mother's death, how she died saving you.

From that day forwards, your hatred of villains only grew more and more as time passed.

And now, you saved one, you continue to use your quirk on him for his own benefit. If you had it your way, if you were stronger, if your quirk was more deadly...

No, not even then. You couldn't bring yourself to actually take someone's life. You couldn't bare to watch anyone else die, whether you knew them or not. Even if it was the scum of the earth such as him...

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The Witch of Camden Town

Part 21

ALFIE SOLOMON’S MASTERLIST

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A/N: Hii everyone and I am back with another chapter!!! I know I have been away for so, so, so long and it is good to be able to upload another new chapter to the story, I have been going back and forth in trying t get back to the story, basically I got a new job and I’m about to go back to school and I just hope I can be here more again but man its so hard and also I get very sidetracked as well. But I feel very happy to say that I have wrote a new chapter and I hope you all enjoy this new chapter. Again thank you all for who have been here since the beginning I really appreciate the follows, the likes, and also for all of you who want to continue reading this story. But again thank you all for sticking around and as always please enjoy.

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Torture, Graphic Blood, Some Cussing, Mentions of Prostitution, Mentions of Malnutrition, Abuse, and some Devastations(Alfie wanting Jovonka back)

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Jovonka all curled up on top of the filthy bed in a fetal position crying for what felt like the thousandth time since her arrival at what she now discovered was a prison of a never ending hell. Her dried bloody wrists never have been once medicated by no one. Her hair that once was long and pure is gone and what's left of it only ends around her neck. But more gruesomely was her skin from her back marked by heavy red scars criss crossing from one way to the other. Reminding her of how many different men as well as Sabini would come to lash on her for their sick pleasures or more specifically whenever the Italian monster had to take some steam out he would take it out on Jovonka. There was nothing safe about this place it was only filled with torture, pain, the smell of death, and being used as a piece of meat for pleasure or a play thing. She hasn’t seen a single ray of sun for what she felt like in years. The only light she was provided with was an electric light above the basement and a couple of white candles to keep herself warm but it wasn’t enough. Food was served cold to Jovonka once the day was over with a small cup of water that had a bitter aftertaste. However that wasn’t the worst that she had to go through and there was a bigger problem than just her well being. Jovonka slowly placed a gentle hand above her stomach where a round visible bump was shown. She knew from the start Jovonka felt many changes throughout her body feeling the worst back pains of her life. Jovonka deeply wished for Alfie to be next to her and give the warmest hugs and comforting words telling her that she will be alright. But that will never be such an experience for her to witness. As for Sabini he became enraged and repulsed when noticing her stomach growing little by little. He would verbally and physically punish Jovonka for having an abomination inside of her. Obligating her to tell him what kind of man would let someone’s seed plant inside of her. Jovonka with all of her strength and taking in the agonizing pain never said a word to the Italian devil. She didn’t want him to know who the real father of the child was and it was only her and Isabel to only know..

“You. Once that thing inside of you is finally born you will get rid of and throw it into the streets. Do I make myself clear, you slut?”

Besides dealing with hundreds of beatings, whips, starvation, and so on she hasn’t seen her older sister or even Edna since the day they were taken into the brothel house. It worried her very much not wanting to imagine what horrid things they also are experiencing. The one person that really didn’t bother to come to see her or even Isabel for once was Novel. It turns out from what Sabini had told her he has joined the Italian gang and in exchange gave him his freedom and having whatever he desires. Jovonka didn’t want to believe in such a thing knowing Sabini could be a lying snake. But sadly it was all true devastated to know that her once loving and trustworthy friend would turn his back on her and everyone that cared for him. How could Novel betray them like this? All because he had so much anger towards Alfie which he did nothing but give the young boy and the girls a home and safety. But I guess it wasn’t enough for Novel to be thankful for. A clunking sound of the door was heard above the stairs knowing who it was already. But she didn’t expect to see someone she has been thinking about for so long. The sound of footsteps made their way down while Jovanka didn’t bother to see who it was. Then one of the men named Albert spoke up telling the unknown person that they had a limited time to talk with her.

“You have 5 minutes to speak with her and nothing more, now make it quick,” he commanded, giving Isabel a push which she just brushed it off.

While he made his way up the stairs again and hearing the door close shut, Jovonka slowly turned to look behind her. A relief spread throughout her face, happy to see a familiar face that she’s been waiting for so long until now.

“Is… Isabel is it… really you?” Jovonka said between pauses trying her best to hoist herself up with her right arm but was very weak.

“Darling, what have they done to you?” Isabel, in a shocking state, sat on her knees and helped her little sister to sit up while she went on, “here now don’t move too much or you’ll hurt yourself more. Oh Jovonka… that bastard will pay for all of this.”

Isabel hugged her tightly in her arms crying her eyes out while Jovonka with little motion in her face returned the gesture back. She felt her sister's chin resting on top of her head caressing Jovonka’s short hair gently. Wiping a bit of tears away she looked at her little sister softly grabbing her face with her hands seeing how hollow her eyes looked as if she was a living corpse.

“Isabel… I’m so happy to see you… I thought you were gone,” Jovonka said, resting her hands above Isabel’s arms.

“No, no I’m still here my dear sister, I’ve feared all this time that you’ve been long gone thinking if they took you away somewhere else or have sold you to the streets after that night we were separated. But I’ve never thought that he had you locked up down here and… torture you like this,” she said in a whimper looking all over her sisters cold exposed body covered in bruises dried blood everything.

But what first caught Isabel’s eyes was Jovonka’s round stomach knowing that there was a baby now growing inside. Fearing that her visions were true all along.

“I did as well sister… I thought they took you far away…thinking you were also sold off to someone. But thank heavens… you're here,” Jovonka said, giving off a small weak smile to her older sister making Isabel look up at her eyes

Jovonka noticed that her older sister's hair was different, all cut short like hers but more curly and fancy. Also seeing Isabel wearing a very satin clean dark green dress exposing her sharp shoulders. Seeing a bit of small purple bruises around her arms and chest knowing that she has been beaten abusively.

“Jovonka I don’t have much time left but what I'm really here for is that I have to tell you something. I’ve had a few visions these past months and it was all about you. I saw you carrying the child in your arms but you both were covered in blood. It worried me that it was a sign that you were both dead but after that the visions stopped. And that is why I demanded Sabini to see if you were alive. He refused at first thinking that I was doing something foolish and thinking I would try to hypnotize him. I had to know and… I had to make a deal with him.”

“What… Why did you do that sister?” Jovonka said not liking where this was going.

“I had no other choice,” Isabel said, letting out a small sigh wiping her tears away with both of her hands as she continued, “I came to an agreement with him that I would be bought off by anyone no matter what they want. And if I refuse to do the services then he… he would kill me. I had no other choice Jovonka I did it because I wanted to see you. And now I am here with you.”

Jovonka couldn’t believe what she had just heard coming out from her own flesh and blood.

This is all a dream… is it not?

“Isabel… n-no… how could you do this to yourself? Just so you can come and see me… and let strangers do…do horrendous things to you. Dear sister, I-.”

Suddenly the basement doors clunked open again indicating that Isabel’s time with Jovonka was up. Isabel felt her heart panic not wanting to leave her little sister just yet but she had no other choice.

“Jovonka darling, listen to me I will come back to see you again I promise you,” Isabel said cupping her sister's face with her hands but a sudden force fell on her.

Everything felt slow as the oldest sister shut her eyes closed seeing another strange vision. It wasn’t about Jovonka and the baby but of Alfie himself with peculiar men alongside him. While holding weapons as if they were about to go to war until the sound of a gunshot and several screams were heard as the vision came to an erupted stop. Isabel fully opened her eyes widely breathing in and out not noticing Albert standing behind her.

“Times up witch say your goodbyes now,” he said impatiently while Isabel didn’t hear him the first time.

Without saying nothing back and still stunned on what Isabel witnessed trying to understand what the vision meant.

“I said Times. Up!” Albert exclaimed violently, hoisting her up on her feet by her left arm trying her best to break away from the man’s grip.

“NO. Wait, Jovonka! Please, let me have a few more moments with my sister. Please,” pleadingly cried out Isabel looking back at her sister, seeing her weakingly trying to get on her feet but fell on her knees.

“I said 5 minutes. So now, GET GOING!” yelled out the guard tugging on Isabel’s hand leading her back upstairs.

“N...no, sister,” Jovonka tried to call out but her voice was low and weak.

Isabel looked back once more, her eyes forming with water seeing her little sister vulnerable and in such a terrible shape. Once she and Albert made it to the top of the stairs Isabel was shoved to the side while the guard closed the door behind them.

“Can’t you see how weak and sick she looks? Why hasn’t Sabini called a doctor, how dare you all,” yelled out Isabel as a long stream of tears rolled down on her cheeks letting a few wails out as she fell on her knees on the wooden floor.

Albert ignored the crying woman walking past by her, not having time to hear the woman’s sorrows. Other onlookers didn’t say anything while they saw Isabel cry, not bothering to go and comfort her. Though there was one within the crowd that came to her side.

“Isabel, oh my child,” said the old maid, Edna gently putting her hands on top of her shoulders trying to calm her down, “What happened to Jovonka? Is she alright?”

“She looks dreadful Edna, so terribly awful I tell you. She’s like a living corpse that hasn’t been fed for days, never has once been outside for months, no water or food… oh gods Edna. We have to get the hell out of this place, this can’t go any further especially that Jovonka has a child.

Edna’s eyes then grew in shock when she heard that Jovonka had a baby growing inside her stomach, not wanting to imagine the things that Sabini would do once the baby was born. Knowing full well that he wants to throw it away like it's not a living human being.

“Isabel, that’s… that can’t be, we have to get you girls out of here as quickly as possible before the baby arrives. Who knows what Sabini will do once Jovonka gives birth to the little baby, and I know for sure he wants the baby disposed of.”

“I know Edna, but I saw a new vision when I touched Jovonka’s face, and it wasn’t about her this time. It was Alfie… I think… he’s still alive but he is not alone as I saw him,” Isabel said looking at the old woman, her eyes red from all of the crying.

Edna gave a confused look at the young woman not understanding what Isabel was saying.

“My dear, what are you on about? But Alfie is gone, we saw him get killed in front of us but it’s impossible that he is still out there,” Edna said, trying to lower her voice not wanting any of Sabini’s men to hear their conversation.

Isabel slowly got on her feet while Edna looked around while Isabel walked her way down the small red hallways while Edna followed behind her making their way to a more private area. They passed through many rooms that were mostly occupied by both sex workers and male customers doing whatever they were doing behind closed doors. They then found one room not being used and Edna and Isabel made their way inside, closing the door gently being.

“Tell me more about Alfie and what else did you see in this new vision of yours?” Edna said, sitting down on the soft queen sized bed waiting for Isabel to continue on.

“It was all quick, but I did get a glimpse of his face, it was really him but he had company with him. Some group of men that were wearing elegant suits, with peaky caps, and weapons like they were going to the battlefields. And there were sudden screams and a gunshot that was heard and that’s where it stopped Edna… I think Alfie is coming to rescue us. I think this is what the vision is maybe telling us, but the question is when will that day come?”

Edna stayed quiet when this was all being said, sensing some faith that Alfie is alive and will be coming for them with some help from these new strangers. Not knowing if these will new Allie’s to Alfie and if they were trustworthy to him. Only time will tell and at the moment they have to wait and see what really they should be thinking of is Jovonka who they need to look after. Especially now that Edna knows that Jovonka’s child will at no time be born too soon or later.

“We have to speak with Sabini about your sister not being in good health and must be fed properly for both her and the baby’s well being. That bastard devil, how I would like to just place my hands around that abominable neck and choke him to death. He will pay for his sins Isabel knowing now that Mr. Solomon’s is out for not only us but for Sabini. Knowing what he has done to his beloved Jovonka, Sabini will face his judgment day and it will be a painful one,” Edna coldly said, to which Isabel agreed with the old woman completely.

“Alfie will get his revenge from Sabini, we will all see that. That bastard will pay for everything that he has done to all of us. All the pain he inflicted on us all and I will speak with him even if I have to get hurt physically knowing he has to hear what I want for my sister and her baby. He’ll have to obey my orders even if he won’t like it,” Isabel then said, feeling her hands turn into hard fists really wanting to hurt Sabini with all of her anger she has been building inside of her.

“Darling, I know you have a lot of anger towards that devil, but I worry for you. I don't want either you or your sister to get hurt. I know you will sacrifice anything for Jovonka’s sake but I also want you to not be physically unwell. But please just be careful and whatever that wop says and he will refuse your requests but you will force him to make your requests come true, yes?” Edna said finally grabbing both of Isabel's hands bore her’s and nodded her head in agreement.

You will pay for this Sabini… as well as your dogs… none of you will be safe for what will come for you all…

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Arrow House, Warwickshire

“Any trace of my beloved this time Tommy? I hope your people got something this time mate before I lose me fucking mind,” Alfie said in a bothered manner looking out at the big windows overseeing the big grass field in front of him as he continued tapping his left foot for the millionth time.

Thomas said nothing for a while knowing well enough what he would say the same answer to Alfie since the search for Jovonka started on the first day. He has done everything they did in a search party, going through other areas within Birmingham, asking Johnny Dog for any reports but they will always return with empty hands, Arthur, John, and the youngest Shelby brother Finn were busy getting answers out from Mason as much as they could. Even if it meant to punch, kick, and use tools on him that has been going on for weeks and months. Agony after agony Mason had some strength in him knowing he had lost so much blood from his fingernails, his right eye becoming blacker than it previously was before, his lips turned purple and puffy like a balloon. He could almost move his lips when he tried to speak pleading for the Shelby brothers to let him go and he won't say a thing. But even if he would say those words over and over there won't be a chance for him to get out of their restraints. And so while everyone that Thomas knew about and hired some people he knew and can be trusted did their part on this mission he knew Alfie would be growing more impatiently, angry, frustrated, and most of all he worried for his friend's sanity. Fearing that Alfie could lose it at any time if he didn’t get his beloved back in time seeing how important she is to him.

Tommy didn’t say anything as he filled a glass cup full of whiskey while having a lit cigarette between his thin lips knowing what he'll say next won’t go so well.

“Your silence speaks very loudly and it tells me that it does mean that your boys haven’t gotten any luck again hmm?” Alfie said taking a small inhale breath through his nostrils knowing fully well he has to hear the same words once more.

“Alfie, we are doing everything we can to find your woman. Arthur, John, Finn, and myself have tried to take as much information as we can out from Mason, but he has been refusing to tell us more on where they have taken Jovonka and her sister. I know this upset yo-.”

Alfie, using his cane as support, suddenly knocked out a tray of leftover food he ate earlier in the day with shattered glass spreading throughout the floor. Tommy didn’t flinch or be bothered by his friend's actions for one bit, seeing he was used to this type of behavior. The Shelby sat down on one of the couches taking another drag from his cigarette while holding his glass drink with his left hand letting out a small cloud of smoke from his mouth.

“I’m sorry Alfie, truly… I know what you're going through and feeling. If I was in your place, if I lost Grace and Charlie I would’ve lost me head by now and eventually would have killed myself already. Just so this invulnerable pain could go away, but you're stronger than that Alfie I know you are. I will bring her back I promise you, trust me when I say this eh?” Said Thomas looking at the Jewish king as he stood quietly saying nothing for a moment.

Tommy leaned his back against the couch, taking a long sip from his glass of whiskey until finally Alfie spoke out.

“I can’t go on like this Tommy… I need her here close in me arms, that smile of hers, her lips… God. Sabini is goin’ to fucking pay for everything he has done to all of us. The pain he’s inflicting on us all is hard to ignore and to take away, the only way that this can be stopped is him being dead and having my Jovonka and Isabel back to me. That wop you all have been keepin’ captive I would like to have a word with him. Knowing that I can get answers out of his mouth if I’m there in front of his presence.”

“Alfie, don’t you think it’ll be a bit of a risk to be out there seeing that they know by now that Mason and Liam are still missing. And I’m sure that Sabini has sent more of his men to look for them along with orders to still look for Elena. It’s best if you stay here without endangering you and Elena more, we will force Mason to talk about where they took Jovonka an-.”

“No!” Alfie said echoing out abruptly inside Thomas's office room, while giving a sharp glare back as he continued, “I have been stuck inside this house for far too long. And you sitting there tellin’ me to stay put is not goin’ to make me feel more at ease while my Jovonka is still out there with that fuckin’ wop! So no Tommy, I will not take your word and I would rather give up my life away to both Isabel and my woman than me fuckin’ self. Even if it means to get meself killed just to see everyone that I love safe and alive.”

The Shelby said nothing once Alfie finished speaking knowing deep inside his gut he agreed with everything that the Jewish gangster had said. Thomas has risked his life multiple times before, firstly there were his brothers, being there for them whenever they got into risky situations, next of course was Polly, being both an aunt and a mother figure to everyone before and after the war and when Thomas’s mother died. And most importantly of all, was Grace and his son, knowing his father and husband instincts would kick in at any moment if they were put in danger. Knowing he also sacrifice his life first before anyone else just to also see everyone he loves well and alive.

Alfie walked across the room where he then grabbed a glass cup while he rested his cane against the small brown table stand. He quietly stared at the clear item in his hand as flashes of Jovonka’s smile, that laugh he fell in love with, her eyes that turned bright amber whenever they both became intimate in the bedroom, came into view before his eyes. How he wished he could hear her, touch her, and see her at this moment once more. Alfie then started to tighten his hand around the delicate item, almost to the point of breaking it with all of his strength. But he then relaxed his hand and put the item down on top of the table stand letting out a slow exhale through his thick nostrils.

“I will not stop saying this to you my friend,” Thomas then said, breaking the silence as he went on, “I will bring Jovonka and Isabel back home to you no matter how long the search will take. My brothers and my men are doing everything they can to find any trace of any kind. We will make Mason talk knowing that he’ll have to break at some point in time.”

Alfie didn’t say much once more, he instead grabbed his cane and made his way to sit down on another couch beside the table stand. Letting out a long steady breath looking out at the open green field in front of his view. There then was a knock on the door which Thomas then called out to whoever it was.

“Come in.”

Frances came inside the room, noticing the mess upon the wooden floor which she just ignored.

“Mr. Shelby, I’m sorry to interrupt you but your brothers would like to speak with you. They said it is urgent and important,” she said but before Thomas could speak the door suddenly swung open seeing John, Arthur, and Finn making their way inside.

“Tommy, you have to come back with us to the docks righ’ now. It’s Mason, he escaped from Johnny Dog’s but it is righ’ fuckin’ now,” said Arthur in a desperate tone looking between his brother and Solomon’s.

Tommy’s eyes grew wide in shock as he looked back at Alfie, which he also had a shooked up face knowing that the prisoner was their only hope to find answers about Jovonka and Isabel whereabouts. Without losing a heartbeat, both Shelby and the Jewish King got on their feet in no time making their way out of the office room. While on their way out of the Arrow House, Tommy got his black coat and peaky gray hat while his brothers started the vehicle in no time.

“Frances, tell Grace that I'll be back soon, and make sure to lock every door in the house and do not let anyone in you understand?” He said to the maid that she only nodded her head in agreement, “Righ’ Mr. Solomon's, you stay here for your own safety.”

“No Tommy, I am comin’ alon’ with you mate, there is not chance that I am not goin’ to let that fuckin’ wop get far away. He is the only thin’ that we can get close to Jovonka. Now then, do you want to waste more time here and tellin’ me to stay here like a fuckin’ little boy or should we get on our marry way before it gets any darker?”

Thomas knew there was no way in convincing the Jewish King to stay at the house, to which at this point he knew he lost the battle in this one. Before they could step a foot out of the house, Thomas noticed Little Elena from behind Alfie. The little girl looked on with concern in her eyes, not knowing what was going on in front of her.

“Alfie, where are you going? Is everything alright?” Elena said, walking her way to Alfie’s side as she heals the man’s large hand against her ‘s.

Alfie carefully knelt down while supporting himself against his cane, which he successfully did and continued on speaking to Elena.

“Yes everything’ is fine my dear, I am just goin’ to go somewhere with Mr. Shelby that is very important. But don’ you worry love, I will come back as soon as possible;e. I promise you,” he said hoping that this will make Little Elena feel less worried but she still kept pushing on.

“Does it have to do with my sisters? Are they found at last?” She questioned with some glimmer of hope in her voice hoping that the nightmare was over.

“My sweet Elena, I promise you that you will see your sisters again and yes it has somethin’ to do with them. But don’t you worry so much about it yea? I will be back soon,” he said, giving a small smile to her while she returned the gesture and gave the man a hug.

From outside, John interrupted this tender moment with the honk of the car making Alfie grumble under his breath.

“Come on then, we are wastin’ fuckin’ time out here!” Shouted out John, getting more bothered by the second if they don’t move out quickly.

“Alfie, we have to go now, I’m sorry Elena excuse my idiot brother for saying a foul word in front of you. Me and Alfie have to go now we will be back soon won't we Mr. Solomon’s?” Thomas said looking back at the Camden Town king agreeing with the Birmingham Shelby.

When they both said their last goodbyes both Alfie and Thomas made their way to the car, sitting on the backseat of the motor car with Arthur and Finn. Once everyone was inside, John turned the vehicle on and made their way quickly to the docks, while Alfie could only hope they would find the escaped prisoner in time.

Hopefully that bastard hasn’t gone far away from here…

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Once they made it to the docks, all of the Shelbys brothers and Alfie made their way out of the car, feeling furious to hear the news that Mason was let go easily under Johnny Dog’s watch. Knowing he was someone that Tommy has trusted for many years since he has known him. As they walked through the gray pavement road, they found Johnny Dog talking with Charlie with other groups of men knowing they were in a heap of trouble. They also realized that Alfie was with them, seeing that

“Tommy, I’m so so sorry, we did everything that you have told us to do, but this time I didn’t he would escape in this wa-.”

“How the fuck did you let him out of your sites you bunch of idiots!” Exclaimed Alfie surprising both Tommy and his brothers thinking he is now the leader of all this but they let him continue on, “He was the only key witness into finding my Jovonka and you fuckers let him out of your sites.”

The group of men didn’t speak one word including both Johnny Dog and Charlie already, which they agreed that they did let the prisoner go away that easily. They have been keeping Mason in a very hidden place where no one would hear his painful screams while they would interrogate him for answers. But this time they all made the mistake of keeping more men to look after the Italian member.

“We are very, very, truly sorry Tommy, and mostly to you Mr. Solomon’s. I’m not sure how he managed to get his way out but you have my word when I say this. We will get him back but right now we have to track him down before he gets out of Birmingham,” said Johnny Dog, while Alfie said nothing, still feeling angry towards Tommy’s right hand man.

“Johnny is right, we have to split into groups from here on out,” said Tommy also sounding a bit bothered for what had just happened but he continued on with his next plans, “Right Charlie you take a couple of men to the north side see if you can ask anyone if they have seen Mason, Johnny, you take to the west and do the same and see if there is any traces of home, Arthur, you, John and Finn go to the east and look around to see if also anyone has seen him, and lastly me and Mr. Solomon’s will go deep into the deep forest’s far to the northern side of Birmingham. Keep your eyes sharp and head up, and keep your weapons at bay if you see the prisoner. Try not to aim him straight to the heart, we need him alive, yes?”

Everyone including his brothers nodded their heads as every group scattered to where they were told to go. Johnny Dog and his group of men loaded their weapons, as did Arthur, John, and Finn doing the same. All the while Alfie remained quiet seeing in the gray far distance where the little river canal was connected. He could still remember that terrible night, Jovonka, Isabel, and Edna looking terrified for their lives while he was held back being helpless and weak. The way Sabini touched her face while he cut her face while Jovonka screamed in pain, how he could go back in time and would kill that devil Italian in no time. Alfie closed his eyes trying to take that image away from his mind, while Tommy came to his side making him come back in the present.

“Alfie, are you feelin’ alright?” He said but the Jewish king stayed quiet still looking forward in front of him while the Peaky continued on, “we are about to head out now, before it's late. I suggest we get going. We’ll get him back. I have promised you that and Mason will have to speak, you'll see.”

“I know you have been Tommy, but I have one request and you will have to allow me to do it,” said Alfie making eye contact with the Birmingham king.

“And what is that Alfie?”

“Once that Italian runaway gets captured, let me do the talking. He will refuse to talk to me at first, but I will bring straight hell upon him. I don't care how much he has to live, or how much blood he will bleed out, I’m going to cut every life force he has in him to get the answers that I want him to tell me. And I want your men and your brothers out of it, do we have a deal my friend?” He said Tommy didn’t say anything but only nodded his head in agreement.

Once everyone was fully prepared Johnny Dog and his group left to the west while Charlie and his men left their way to the north, John, Finn, and Arthur made their way to the east, and that left only Tommy and Alfie to which they also left the banks in no time. Once they left the river banks, they were off to find Mason into the deep woods off in the countryside, Alfie only hoped that they would get to Mason as quickly as possible.

He won’t get away that easily… not on my watch…

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eisforeidolon · 1 year

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Re Misha's motivation for Destiel baiting. You said:

"Well, at this point, what does he even have left but trying to milk more money from hellers? Other than hoping there are other hellers out there with projects who might cast him?"

I follow your reasoning, but I do wonder how Jared can be friends with someone who manipulates fans for profit like this plus causes his best friend Jensen a world of trouble in order to do so.

I mean, it's not like Misha isn't also causing issues for Jared.

His egging on their beliefs their ship totally really existed as a secret main storyline has lead to hellers not only feeling like Jared should be pushed out of the show? But directly telling him his presence was ruining things and suggesting he kill himself. His "joking" about Jared playing pranks on him and describing their mutually horsing around as sexual assault and predators gruesomely killing pray? Has lead to hellers trying to slander Jared as a homophobic bully and sex offender.

Which, when you further add on all the sheer volume of shit Jensen has been getting for years from Misha's queerbaiting? Is why I honestly don't understand why either J is friends with the guy. This isn't just one or two random loonies taking something said once and reinterpreting it to mean what they want in a way that is completely absurd. This is a group of his fans who are taking his direct words, which he keeps repeating over and over again, as encouragement to keep up an ongoing loudly visible campaign of harassment against his fellow actors for being "bad" people.

Compare it to Jensen making mocking jokes about Misha, which hellers have vociferously complained about and tried to guilt Jensen out of doing. The worst implications of those are that Jensen doesn't like Misha (oh noes). Or that Misha lies to them (true). That is nothing like Misha "jokingly" painting himself as the abused victim, alone fighting the good fight against hOmOPhObIA, which is exactly what his screwball fans already want to believe and have told him so. IMNSHO, he really just reeks of self-interest that doesn't care who he throws under the bus to get attention. So yeah, IDGI.

#askboxery #anonymous #anti misha

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300iqprower · 1 year

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Lostbelt 7 Rewrite (Prologue)

[Finals won't be finished for another week and change so here, have the beginning of the rewrite as a holdover until I can really get working on it]

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Aaaaand we're off to a bad start. As soon as Chaldea exits void space, the storm border is at risk of collapsing entirely from what seems to be a sort of deep sea pressure that normally shouldn't be a problem for Nemo, and yet it’s very much about to kill them all. But suddenly, Georgios is summoned! Without so much as a leyline! What’s more, his very presence seems to lessen the effects immensely.

Using this chance, Mash and Georgios fight off some foreigner-class beings that seem to inhabit the depths of this tar(?)-filled cave system they’ve ended up in. who are unusually weak for such a class type, while Nemo and Da Vinci are able to make emergency precautions against the pressure and secure the storm border, but at the cost of being completely grounded where they are.

It seems impossible to venture far however without the bounded field created by border protecting from the unknown corrupting influence. As a last ditch effort, they use a weak leyline signal to summon whoever they can afford, with Nitocris and Geronimo springing forth! It makes sense only casters can be afforded when things are so dire, and it’s certainly better than nothing, especially when Nitocris’s protection acts like a protective field around them that’s more than strong enough to wander!

However, the summoning process didn’t go unnoticed. A massive corrupted beast slinks forth, big enough to devour the Border itself! …But before anyone can make so much as a weak attempt to fight it off, a figure comes crashing from above, caving in the beast’s skull in one blow. She then reveals herself to be none other than the Mayan goddess Kukulkan! Though, she er…doesn’t seem all that dignified. Inattentive, easily excited, with that power she may clearly be a goddess but she also clearly isn’t that worldly. She must have noticed the summoning, same as that horrible beast, so that’s one more good thing to come out of it! Though…she apparently doesn’t know what a servant or summoning even is?

Soon it becomes clear this isn’t the best person to answer any questions the group has, but thankfully Kuku knows someone who is! At her insistence to meet “Miki” the group are lead even further down into the caverns, but something about Kuku seems to be protecting the Chaldeans from the corruption that nearly overwhelmed them before. Thank goodness too, because it doesn’t seem like Nitocris could have handled much more of that…well, whatever this almost radioactive-like slag is.

And so, after more talking with Kuku, with more questions for Chaldea than Chaldea has for her, they finally arrive at….the tree of emptiness?! ….….or, rather, its roots…? What lies before them is undeniably a tree of emptiness, but it disappears into the earth above, and seems weirdly small compared to something like Olympus. And yet, in spite of such, it’s visibly full of life; every tendril is in bloom, as if each root is itself a miniature glimpse into another galaxy. But much more notable than what lies within is what lies outside of those roots. Strung up, as if crucified and bound, is a giant humanoid figure. A woman whose long raven hair flows from out of her shattered headdress, down and over her flat chest, what scraps of clothing she has doing little to hide countless scars across her body, none more pronounced than the one at her neck.

Speechless at the gruesome sight, her head slowly raises and jolts the group out of it as she warmly addresses Kukulkan and gives her name: “I…am Mictlan”

#fgo #fgo au #my writing #fate grand order #lb7r #lostbelt 7 #lb7 rewrite

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Baby, You’re My Stability

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance & Voltron Team (Voltron), Fluff and Humour, 4k Words

Summary:

Five times Lance eats shit, and one time he manages to stay upright.

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Lance was a walking dichotomy.

He could walk silently through the halls of a military institution, deftly avoiding every camera and well-placed guard. He moved with elegance and with the grace of — well, a dancer. If he didn’t want to be heard, you didn’t hear him.

He also tripped over nothing on a regular basis and walked into almost every wall. It was astounding.

It was also a constant source of stress for Team Voltron, albeit a lowkey one. Someone was always keeping a half-eye out for Lance’s next tumble, either to prevent it or help him out afterwards. It wasn’t even something planned or discussed, although the seamless way it was handled was well and truly amusing.

—

Shiro knew they lost Lance’s attention as soon as Coran said the word ‘sea-life’.

His dark eyes had widened with excitement the way they only do when someone stumbled right into mentioning a hobby or special interest of his — Shiro knew the only reason they weren’t hearing an adorably passionate infodump about every known creature to swim the oceans of Earth (or any planet, really) was because Lance was using every iota of self-control he possessed to try and let others focus on the briefing. It was honestly very admirable, especially when Shiro could visibly see Lance’s excitement — no word of exaggeration, the boy was shaking with glee.

Shiro allowed himself a small smile, then turned his full attention back to Coran and Allura so he didn’t miss anything.

A few vargas later, they were walking across the intricate bridge system over the planet’s canals. It was certainly one of the nicer planets they’ve visited — especially since the last planet was a snowy desert wasteland that no one but Coran (and Lance, the eternal optimist) could enjoy. Their meetings were finished, the alliance was secure, and Team Voltron was indulging in the planet’s hospitality and touring the city. Shiro wasn’t paying huge amounts of attention to the guide, and was instead watching as his team enjoyed this period of rest, taking in the lovely view (later, Shiro would thank his lucky stars that he was being so vigilant, because he knows damn well Lance would have been swimming with the fishes had he looked away — literally).

Shiro hears Lance’s gasp of elation before he registers anything else, and as he turns to see what has the boy so excited he sees the blur that was once the Blue Paladin as he rushes to the edge of the bridge. Shiro panics, surging forward, and just barely manages to grip the back of the Cuban’s hoodie before he goes head first into the canals that are absolutely teeming with — Shiro goes a little green — actual flesh-eating alien sharks.

Lance barely glances back, chirping a quick “Thanks, Shiro!” and flashing a smile before he’s leaning as far as he can to see the sharks better. As if the only thing preventing him from plummeting to a gruesome, bloody death is not Shiro’s metal arm clamped to the fabric of his jacket.

Shiro takes a deep, calming breath and reminds himself he hasn’t seen Lance this excited in weeks, and decides to let it go.

Let his annoyance go, that is. He’ll be gripping onto Lance until both feet are planted safely back into the castle where he can’t go careening over the side of a fucking bridge.

—

Hunk knows his best friend. He has known Lance since the date he popped out of the womb — their mothers are friends, and Lance and Hunk have been inseparable since they took their first breaths. So Hunk is no stranger to Lance’s particular brand of clumsiness — he is, in fact, more than accustomed to it.

It’s why he walks on the outside of the sidewalk (when he and Lance were six, they went to the store to grab popsicles. Lance tripped over the curb and narrowly missed getting his head squished by a speeding car. Lance got up and kept right in walking, but Hunk threw up and has never let Lance walk on the road-side since). It’s why he tries to walk on the side closest to the wall when turning a corner or go through a doorway (when they were 13, Lance turned too early, and hit his arm on the corner so hard he broke the skin and got a massive bruise that he was too embarrassed to tell anyone about, and Hunk nearly fainted when he saw the blood seeping through his shirt). And it’s why, like right now, he’s half-listening to Lance’s story and half watching where his arms are flailing.

Lance is a wonderful storyteller. He’s animated, he’s fun, and he’s excellent at stretching the truth just enough that the story is more entertaining without feeling made-up.

He is also very big on gesturing. So Hunk is doing what he always does: being the best Lance-to-world buffer anyone could ask for.

“— and you should have seen the size of it! It was huge, Lordie —” Hunk deftly moves Lance’s water glass out of the way as he spreads his arms as wide as they go, and moves it back into place when his arms retreat.

“— I was like: ‘are you serious, dude, that’s bonkers —” Here, Hunk scoops up Lance’s utensils as his hands hit the table in his incredulousness, saving them from going flying off the table.

“It didn’t effect me, of course, I could stay cool —” Hunk puts his hand firmly on the back of Lance’s chair as he leans backward in a cocky caricature of his own attitude. He gently pushes the chair back upright, Lance oblivious the whole time.

Hunk glances at the rest of the team to see them snickering, and judging from their knowing grins, they’re half amused by the story and half amused by Hunk’s gentle and practiced maneuvering of his best friend.

Hunk smiles. Being Lance’s friend is a full time job, and he wouldn’t have it any other way — despite the layer of stress that comes from protecting the fool from the world in general.

—

In more than one way, Lance reminds Pidge deeply of her brother.

Sometimes, it’s painful. Sometimes she’ll be working too long and Lance will literally kick her door open, hollering about needing attention, and the words “fuck off, Matt —” will be halfway out of her mouth before she catches herself. That pain will stick with her for days. Sometimes Lance will wink at someone, and use the same flirty tone that never once worked for Matt, and she’ll be rolling her eyes and thinking about telling Mom how stupid Matt is being before her breath stutters and she remembers where she is.

But other times, when she’s frustrated and bitchy and no one is willing to handle her anger long enough to come near her, Lance will stroll into her workshop, sit by her feet and wait until she’s taken a breath and is willing to admit she needs a break. Or he’ll be about to go do something fun and remember Pidge, and immediately rope her into one of his many schemes. These times, she feels the same feeling spread through her chest — the feeling of having a dorky older brother who looks out for her and does everything he can to make her laugh and smile. These reminders aren’t so painful; in fact, they’re usually pretty wonderful.

The best way Lance reminds her of Matt, though, is his clumsiness.

Seriously. If those two were the only two people in a room the size of a small country, they’d find a way to bump right into each other, probably causing at least four injuries. It’s Newton’s lesser known fifth law of physics, she’s sure.

And she’s not Hunk, or Shiro — if she sees Lance about to fall flat on his face, or walk into a wall, and she knows he’s not going to die or anything, she’s not preventing it. She’s grabbing her camera so she can laugh at it now and then rewatch the footage to laugh at again later.

Now, for example, Lance is walking down the hallway while reading something on his holopad. There are no obstacles in this hallway. There are no doorways, no corners for a while. His shoes are even tied. There is no discernible indication that Lance is going to do anything but walk down this hallway with no incident.

But Pidge’s spidey senses are tingling. She knows in her heart that Lance is about to fall flat on his face, and she has no interest in hiding her glee, schadenfreude accusations be damned.

She slowly and quietly pulls out her camera, wincing as the ‘record’ button makes a small beeping noise, but luckily Lance is too distracted to notice the sound. She holds her breath, not wanting to alert Lance to her presense or shake the camera, and waits.

A few seconds later, it happens: Lance trips over air (seriously, over air — she watched his foot get caught on something that literally wasn’t there. How is that even possible? Is the castle genuinely haunted? Is Lance being stalked by a ghost who puts ghost rocks in front of him for him to trip on? She may never know) and goes tumbling down. He lands, as she predicted, flat on his face, and he doesn’t even yell or yelp or scream — he just lays there for a moment, nose to the ground, and sighs tiredly.

Pidge can no longer hold in her laughter, and doubles over with the force of her giggles. He just — he just stayed! On the ground! Accepting his fate!

Lance scrambles into a sitting position, scowling when he sees her camera. “I said to stop recording me when I trip!” he demands.

Pidge takes a deep breath, desperately shoving the image of Lance hitting the floor out of her mind so she can calm down for a second. She sticks out her tongue. “You’re not the boss of me. I can record your loser moments if I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Lance’s eyes narrow dangerously, and she realizes her mistake.

Matt could never back down from a challenge, either.

“Try me,” he says, and jumps to his feet, lunging towards her.

She wrenches herself upright and takes off, shrieking as Lance chases her, yelling about nasty little goblin children who enjoy other’s pain. Pidge is pushing herself as hard as she can go, knowing she can only avoid Lance and his stupidly long legs for so long. She books it down the hallway, sliding around the corner at top speeds. She checks behind her, gauging how close Lance has gotten, only to witness him slam into the wall at full speed, having misjudged the width of his turn.

“Ow! Quiznak,” Lance curses, and Pidge loses her mind. She collapses on the ground, laughing so hard she goes silent. She can barely breathe. Her face is bright red, tears are streaming down her face. She only just registers Lance scowling at her, yanking her camera from hands too weak to hold it and deleting the video of him tripping earlier. The memory only serves to make her laugh harder.

Lance shakes his head, huffing, but the corners of his mouth are twitching upwards. “I hope you choke,” he says snootily, and stalks off to go lick his wounds in peace.

It takes Pidge twenty minutes to calm down. She gets the footage from the Castle’s cameras and sends it to Keith, who laughs just as hard as she did.

—

Allura would love to tease Lance about his clumsiness just as much as the others.

Really, she would.

But what’s that human expression? About the — about the pans? And the... cauldrons, maybe?

Oh! Pots! Pots and kettles.

Anyways. Allura would love to tease Lance about his clumsiness, but that would be the pot calling the kettle black. She is, unfortunately, just as much of a klutz as he is. The memory of her walking right into the doorway as she entered her first solo diplomatic meeting room with haunt her until she dies. It keeps her up at night more than Voltron stress, honestly. It’s a contender for the worst thing that has ever happened to her, just under losing her entire family and the genocide of her people.

Well. Maybe it’s not that high. But she’s a fan of gallows humour, and she has the right to it, so she’ll do what she likes.

In the beginning of her journey with the paladins, she didn’t trip any less, per se, but none of them were nearly comfortable enough to tease her about it, so she could trip in relative peace. Now, though, Shiro fees no shame in a shake of the head and a light chuckle at her misfortune, and Pidge will genuinely point and laugh like she is five years old.

It’s maddening.

She’ll admit, however, that it is nice to have someone to take half the burden of her humiliation. Also, if Lance trips on something, she will be extra careful (not that it does much) around that area, so she can stay upright.

But mostly, her and Lance trip over the same goddamn thing, sometimes one right after the other, and then just look at each other and sigh.

Take yesterday, for example. The team was out on a scouting mission, looking for a certain plant that powered something or other in the Castle (look, Allura is a busy person. She does her best to know what’s going on and have the basics for everything, but she is a mortal person and therefore limited. She can’t know everything about the Castle — she has other things to worry about!). There was a point where the path in the forest they were following thinned so dramatically that everyone had to walk in a single-file line, one foot directly after the other. If they needed to stand, they’d have to stand sideways, because there was no room otherwise. Shiro was leading, and she was taking up the rear, and Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and then Lance in between them: their usual formation. As they entered through what looked to be a passageway of vine (“Dope! Fairy door!” exclaimed Lance), Shiro had warned everyone to watch their footwork. Allura had immediately turned all of her attention to the ground, focusing intensely on watching where she was fucking going. She idly noticed Lance doing so as well.

Lance tripped, obviously. Watched himself get caught on a vine and go sprawling on the floor.

The embarrassing part of the story is that Allura watched Lance trip, noticed what he tripped on, stepped ever so carefully, and still tripped on the same fucking vine. Went down just as fast as he did. She landed on top of him, actually. Both of them groaned (although Allura noted that Lance was probably a little more hurt than she was, as she had a softer landing, since she literally tripped right after she did what the fresh fuck was her problem —), attracting the attention of the rest of the team — who, of fucking course, did not have any issues — prompting various exasperated sighs and snickers.

“Did Allura trip, or did you, Lance?” Hunk asked. Allura and Lance sat up, exchanging a look. Allura tilted her head to the side. ‘Is it worse or better if one of us takes the fall?’ she seemed to ask. Lance scrunched up his face. ‘I’m sure as shit not taking this humiliation alone.’

Allura rolled her eyes, but complied anyway, committing to enduring the endless badgering from her (technically, okay, let her have this one) subordinates.

Whatever. At least Lance was getting teased too.

“Lance tripped, then I did,” she explained begrudgingly, offering Lance a hand up.

“I’m assuming you also watched Lance trip first,” Pidge guessed, giggling.

Lance and Allura sighed in tandem.

This was going to be a long mission.

—

At this point, Coran figured it would be best to assemble a little care package for Lance to have in the MedBay. Maybe a blanket or stuffie of his, some snacks. A candle or two, if Coran hadn’t forbidden Lance from having them after he burnt himself for the fourth (4th) time and tried to hide it.

Okay, so no candles. But Coran still feels like he should have something, because Lance spends so much time there! He’s seriously in there every other day, for bumps and bruises and burns alike.

And concussions. Can’t forget about the concussions.

These frequent visits aren’t even accounting for all the times Lance gets seriously injured on missions — the boy has a self-sacrificing streak a mile wide that Coran would love to train out of him —

“Hey, Coran,” comes a sheepish voice. The voice is accompanied by a head peeking around the door.

Coran laughs a little. “If you dream of a snarksedovel…”

Lance’s brow furrows. “I don’t know what that means, but I’m going to assume it means I’m good to come get treated,” he says, walking in.

Well. Limping in, would be more accurate.

Coran raises a brow, and Lance ducks his head shyly. “I, uh, would have fixed it myself, but you’re already in here. Oh, shit, but maybe you’re busy! It’s okay, Coran, I can do it —”

“Lance, my boy,” Coran interrupts, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I am never too busy to help you when you need it. Please do not hesitate to ask me, even if I seem preoccupied. You — all of you, really — are my first and only priority. I never want you to suffer for longer than you have to.”

Lance shoots him a wobbly smile, his brave façade dropping.

“I tripped over something, and I know it’s stupid and I should be more careful, but I think I might have broken something. My ankle hurts really badly.”

Coran is careful to keep his frustration to himself, lest Lance get the wrong idea. He’s not upset that Lance has come to him for help. He’s upset that Lance lets himself hurt until he can’t hurt any longer, and even then tries to fix it quietly before daring to inconvenience anyone else, despite what his bravado may lead people to think. Coran knows that had he not been in the MedBay by coincidence, Lance would have attempted to set his own broken bone (something Coran knows Lance is capable of doing, although he also knows that it is a painful and frustrating process to be done independently), or suffered in silence until someone noticed and forced him to get help.

He plasters a smile on his face, forcing himself to sound lighthearted and enthusiastic. “That’s no trouble at all, Number Four! Hop up on this table, I’ll go grab your holopad and the bone stitcher.”

Coran would usually treat a broken bone with a pod, as it was faster and more thorough, but he knew of Lance’s… distaste for the pods, after being trapped in one at the beginning of their adventure, and if he could avoid any further distress for the Blue Paladin then he would.

He also knows that Lance cannot sit still and do nothing for the three-odd hours it would take to heal his bones, so the holopad is a necessity. That, or he could pause his chores for the day and keep the lad company.

He pauses, thinking of the last time he and Lance had sat down together and had a good chat. It had been far too long. He grabs the bone-stitcher, leaving the holopad alone.

Whether or not Lance was here with him by fate or coincidence doesn’t matter — he is not going to squander this opportunity.

—

Lance’s clumsiness is not something that most people would consider to be an advantage.

Keith is not most people.

He doesn’t even like it for Pidge reasons — although he won’t deny that he laughs at every video Pidge sends him — but rather for embarrassingly gay reasons.

Yeah, yeah, he has a crush on Lance. Old news. Look, he’s cute, he’s funny (although you won’t get that out of Keith is you fucking waterboard him, no sir), and he’s a real sweetheart.

Lance has also completely fallen for Keith. Several times over.

Keith has no idea why it happens, only that it happens frequently — a good three quarters of the time Lance trips over something, he tumbles straight into Keith’s waiting arms. It seriously has to happen at least twice a day; they’re walking in the same direction, Lance trips over nothing, Keith catches him (he’s not going to let the boy fall, he’s not a monster — nor is he immune to big brown doe eyes and fluttering eyelashes, sue him) in the universe’s corniest dip. Either that, or Lance is walking towards him, he trips over nothing, and crashes right into Keith’s chest, which is equally as nice.

Now, Keith isn’t oblivious. He knows a sign from the universe when he sees one. He also notices Lance blushes just as hard as he does when he lands in Keith’s arms again, even if the two of them should surely be used to it by now.

He’s brought this up to Shiro, who has only given him garbage advice like “you should tell him how you feel, Keith!”

Right. As if Shiro didn’t avoid Adam for three weeks because Adam said he liked him and then see him in a bathroom by coincidence and blurt that they should maybe gay kiss or something.

Yeah. Keith’s gonna go ahead and ignore any and all advice from his loser big brother (how anyone thinks Shiro is cool is absolutely beyond him. Shiro can recite Mean Girls from memory and isn’t even a little bit ashamed of that fact).

Allura, thankfully, has much better advice — she suggested that Keith should gently and lovingly bully Lance every time Keith catches him. This way, he can a) keep up their rivalry, although it’s barely a rivalry anymore and mostly just homoerotic tension, b) have the suave upper hand in the situation, and c) see just how red Lance can go.

As they both get up to head to their rooms after dinner, Keith steels himself — he’s been practicing his line for three days now, and he knows he looks cool in the mirror. The mice said so. Also, he can almost say it without blushing (the tips of his ears might give him away, but they’ll be hidden my his hair. He will be the sexy shoujo love interest. He will.

As they exit the dining room, Keith watches Lance out of the corner of his eye, waiting for him to trip as he turns the corner to fast, like he always does. And 3… 2… 1…

On cue, Lance stumbles, and Keith grabs his arm to steady him. Lance shoots a quick and embarrassed “thanks” his way, straightening up like usual.

Unlike usual, Keith’s hand makes its way down Lance’s arm until he’s interlocking their fingers. Lance freezes.

Keith stops too, raising an eyebrow. He tugs Lance’s hand forward. “What’re you stopping for?”

Lance is rooted to the spot, staring intensely at their joined hands. A flush has started to spread across his cheekbones. Keith fights down a smirk.

Lance clears his throat. “Uh, Keith,” he starts, “what’re you doing?”

Keith feigns innocence. “What are you talking about?”

Lance’s flush deepens as he gestures wordlessly to their hands.

“Oh, that,” Keith says, letting himself smirk just a little. As a treat. “You’re always falling, man. I figured I’d make sure you’re steady this time.” With that, he pulls Lance gently along in the direction of their rooms. Lance stumbles forward, trying to keep up. Keith huffs out a laugh. Lance scowls, but the red covering his face makes it hard to believe he’s genuinely angry.

That, and his hand has tightened around Keith’s.

“Whatever,” he says. He holds Keith’s hand all the way until Keith stops in front of Lance’s door, letting go as he wishes him goodnight.

He doesn’t trip once.

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