𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,301

Summary: Your father hired Leon as your bodyguard.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴

Leon Scott fucking Kennedy

The name that you heard so much from the news and to the mouths of your family. They even think of hiring him as your bodyguard, to protect you from danger—danger from this world.

“He’s big and strong, a kind of man you need.” You remember your father utter those words, as if he’s implying that you couldn’t protect yourself. Isn’t that why you started to learn martial arts? You think you don’t need a man to save you from danger when you can fight danger on your own, as long as you train hard enough.

Men are shit, that’s what you always thought.

Your father is shit, he left you with your struggling mother who tried everything to provide for you. Then he had the audacity to take you away from her when she passed.

Your exes are shit, they either cheated on your or just didn’t made time for you. They’re assholes, you despise their good for nothing excuses.

Then degenerates you see on the streets, eyeing you and catcalling you as if you were some trophy to won over nor steal.

You wanted to test this bodyguard of yours his patience, how long will it take before he snaps and leaves.

Such a thrilling experience, right?

𝙸.

Rolling over in your bed, you groan and hit your pillow a few times then threw it across your room. Ever since your asshole of a father took you in after your mom’s funeral, he took you in without asking if you have a say in it. Although you and your mother struggled financially, she was a good mother—working extra hours to earn little salary just to buy you new toys and essentials when you were young.

You despise your father, despise those fancy dresses he buys to you, despise those expensive gifts that he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just hate everything in this household.

Your step-mom was a little controlling, whenever you put on a slight revealing outfit—she would comment about it and make you change clothes, although you don’t listen and just went out with that outfit, she’d glare as if someone committed a sin in front of her.

You got up from bed, grumbling. Reaching out to find your phone on the bedside drawer and check the time, 9:20 AM.

Slowly then quickly getting out of bed to shower, brush your teeth, put on make-up. If step-mom was here, she’d asked; “who are you getting dolled up for, honey?” faking an innocent tone.

Mind your business, bitch.

You wore a fitted top, flared jeans and the converse heels that your mother bought for you—it was expensive as hell, but you appreciate every hard effort that your mother gives. Just to make her only child happy.

You always clean it whenever it gets dirty, even a slightest dust would bother you and you’d whine and get angry when it gets even a slightest dirt.

Your mom did say that she had to borrow some money to buy those heels for you, but you didn’t get a chance who she loans to. You wanted to pay her back and help her with the expenses, even wanting to help her pay those money back. But she declined, she said that all she wanted is that to see her little baby pretty, healthy and happy.

Looking at yourself in the full length mirror, turning around to see if it’s a match and that you’re ready to slay for the day. You grabbed your bag with what you need and got downstairs, you were greeted with the aroma of delicious food at the kitchen. One of father’s maids was cooking your breakfast, “morning.” You greet her with a smile.

The maid turn and smiled, “morning, miss!” seeing you greet her with a smile every morning she cooks for you, gives a warming sensation to the maids heart, “can I have some coffee, please?” you asked nicely, the maid nods and follows as she serve your plat in front of you. You always ask so politely, always saying please and saying it in a calm tone—well, your father is like that too, but you’re stepmother? She demands.

“would you like your coffee to be hot or iced?” the question made you snap away from your thoughts, fiddling with your pen and staring blankly at your assignment that you should’ve done last night, but laziness hits so who could blame you? Your friends.

“iced please.” You turn back to your assignment, “professor didn’t even teach this in class, what the…” you grip onto your hair and let out a frustrated sigh. Maybe if Sarina came to school today, she’ll teach you, right?

You felt something cold next to your cheek, you flinch at the cold and snap your eyes towards the maid. She chuckle, “sorry, miss. I could not help myself.” God even the maid in this house speaks expensive.

You smiled and took your ice coffee and thank the maid, which she always bow with elegance and say, “I am happy to serve you.” As if you were her master and she’s your slave, serving you and taking your request as demands.

You ate and left. Walked to school? No, your father wouldn’t let you. He’ll order every helper around the house to have you driven to school, he’d even go far as fire a random servant when you go against his words—so not only you didn’t listen, but also got a servant (who’s minding their own business) in trouble.

You didn’t want that, so you just follow what your father says and be a good little girl.

You practically zoned out throughout the entire ride, your driver not wanting to offend if he breaths wrong and get him fired, he asked nervously. “M-Ma’am…” he starts and you snap back to reality, “we have arrived at your destination.” Embarrassed as you are, zoning out throughout the entire ride—you check the time, 10:10 AM. You look at the driver in the eye and smiled at him, “thank you!” and left him some tip.

“Ma’am, I-I can’t take this!” the driver yelled, but you were already inside the school ground, the drivers voice didn’t reach your ear because you have an assignment to turn in. Wanting to find Sarina quick, you know just the place she’ll be in.

The library, because she is a book whore.

Quickly making your way to the library, you spot her. Finally! You spoke in your mind and rushes up to her, your heels clicking. Sarina was alerted and look up from her book, her gaze was killing but when she knew it was you—it softens, this bitch doesn’t like to be interrupted when she’s reading. But if it’s you? She’ll make an exception.

“Forgot to do your assignment last night, or did laziness hit?” she asked, “can I say both?” you try to pretty blink your way out of that question, she rolled her eyes and place the bookmark in her book and snap it close. Hit you with the head slightly (since she’s reading a thick ass book in a hardbound cover.)

“That tactics doesn’t work on me, you know?” you sulk in defeat and nodded, “can you pleeeaaase give me a break down of chapter three and four?” you plead, sitting down and she follows. She cock a brow, “I’ll buy you books.” You try to bribe her, using her weakness and love for books—you know she couldn’t refuse for free stuff, right?

“deal.” She scoots over and starts to explain every possible detail of the chapter you’re struggling—not only you have a smart friend, you get a free tutor that you could only understand because the one most of your prof recommends are shit at explaining, couldn’t be at the same level of speech and understanding.

But Sarina? She adjust her speech and use examples that you could easily understand than speaking in riddles because she knew you’re that dumb, but you’re her little dumb, dumb.

Time check: 10:30 AM, that’s how fast and long how Sarina break down chapter three and four, you wonder why she hasn’t been taking advance lessons.

20 minutes and you took down notes from what Sarina said, you still have 20 more minutes to turn in your assignments. You look at Sarina with your pretty little eyes, “thank you, bestie.” You form your lips into a pout and hug her, “you are my savior.” You coo and pinch her cheeks gently, she cringe and hit you on the shoulder with her book, “stop doing that. And get to work.” She clicks her tongue and chuckle at you.

“Yes, ma’am!” you salute and stress on your assignment, muttering what Sarina said and looking back at your notes. Your posture is like a shrimp, Sarina wonder how you get so comfortable in that position—she remembers snapping at you because of your posture. You whine at her that day and sulk.

The girl watch you write down your answers, turn pages and look back and forth to your notes. She wonders why you act so differently towards her then you’re a strong fucking women towards other people, as if she had a little puppy—not a friend.

“Done!” you yelled, which got you harshly shush by the librarian, you bow to apologies and aggressive shake Sarina and chanting thank you and that she’s your savior.

“I promise to buy you books, you can get anything you want.” Those words were dangerous, you utter them to a literal book girlie. She’s going to empty your funding’s, so hope for the best.

Minutes later you came back and sat down next to her again, “turn it in?” she asked, “right on time.” You proudly said and lay your head over to her shoulder, clinging to her as if you’re a fucking koala.

“Jesus, you really need a fucking boyfriend. You cling like a lost koala.” Sarina said and try to get you off of her arm, which you wrap your hands around and refuse to let go.

“but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You try to sound sad to piss her off, “because you reject them, darling.” She rolls and gets back on reading. You let out a small boo-ho and still clings to her shoulder.

Prof was absent so you and your friend got some free time on the first period, silence was so loud that you began to get bored. Until she speaks, “by the way, have you seen the news?”

You cock your head, “hm?” you hum, “there’s been reports of women mysteriously disappearing then finding their location to another island.”

Interest sets in and you listens, loosening your grip from her arm, “heck, even the president’s daughter isn’t safe.”

“wait, wait. Hold your horses, even the president’s daughter?”

“Even. The presidents daughter.”

Jaw drop and crossing your legs, “tell me more.”

“apparently they sent their most best and dangerous agent.” Sarina said, giggling to herself and closing the book—oh wow, this motherfucker never closes her books before when she talks. Interesting.

“he got the presidents daughter safe and return home. Like, ack! He’s so dreamy, girl!”

You nod, so—the agent was a male. God you hate men, really. But hid an ick expression.

“his name is Leon Kennedy, by the way.” You see how your friend bit her lip and got back being all giggly to her book.

Leon Kennedy.

You heard the name before, you father said that if these kind of cases continue—he’ll have Leon Kennedy as your bodyguard, that’s right. Leon fucking Kennedy.

You hate how your father sees you as a meek and timid girl who can’t protect yourself, even your step-mom. Saying it’s for the better, my ass, you said in your mind and just zoned out.

Class ended at two sharp, your driver waiting for you as he greeted you with a smile and lifting his hat to add extra respect. You don’t know why father trained them like this but you don’t wanna ask either.

The whole ride, you talk with the driver for the first time—well, he asked you first. Asking how your day went by and setting the atmosphere something light and fun, he felt like a father to you for a moment, he advises like a dad and share his stories. He has a daughter too, he is a dad.

You almost let it slip, “you were the father I wanted.”

But he didn’t heard that and kept making still making bad dad jokes, it was so lame and bad that it made you laugh. You know one thing in mind, that your own father could not do this to you and with you.

Arriving home, several maids and butlers line up at the front door where you enter—greeting you in sync, their voices sounded like AI, “greetings and welcome back, young miss.” They said and you just stood there dumbfounded.

Still not used to this kind of treatment, “uhm, dismiss?” you said quietly, which all of them heard—they bow and left, completely dismissing them. As if they’re a trained slaves, you shudder at the feeling and something catches at the corner of your eyes, father was talking to someone.

Who is he?

He’s tall, broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, blue iced eyes. He’s taller than your father, probably 5’11?

“Father.” You said, as much as you hate addressing him father, you just had to. “I’m home.”

“Ah! Lovely.” Father smiled, and gesture you to come closer. “dear, this man will be your bodyguard from now on.”

Huh.

Your mind absent and felt like time freezes, bodyguard?

“My name’s Leon. Leon Kennedy.”

No fucking way.

Next Chapter>>>

Kilonova

Pairing: Dabi x Female!Reader

Parts: Prologue

Synopsis: Backstort time 🥳

Authors note: This part here is mainly a prologue and backstory to this series. I hope you enjoy! 💕

Word count: 906

Parts: Prologue,

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“Hey! Your coming to Sekoto Peak right!” Touya yelled as he caught up to me excitedly.

“For sure! I wouldn’t want to miss it!” I beamed at him with a smile. Touya has been my best friend since elementary school, and we have been inseparable since. Touya knew about my family, and I knew about his. We bonded most over our anger over our youngest siblings being born as they took all the attention away from us and were deemed “failures.” Only my situation was different.

My mother was loving and caring to a degree, but was often absent doing drugsor drinking, and was often not sober and left me to care for myself and my siblings. We were often left starving, and my rib cage and hip bones were visible. My mother had all three of us on accident, but my sister quickly showed her talent, and my mother would not stop gushing over how beautiful she was with her big clear, baby blue eyes and somehow almost golden blond hair. It often made me envy those with blond hair and blue eyes, but I also wanted to have those features as it led me to believe that it was the only way I’d be considered beautiful and loved. She also had a talent for singing, and our mother saw it as a way out of the goons for our family and often had her performing on the street. Our stepfather wasn’t any better. He was abusive towards my mother, brother, and me. I could understand that my brother and I were not his and why he would want to abuse us, especially me, as I was the inferior female, but I couldn’t understand why he would like to attack our mom. I did secretly know, however, that he was a villain undercover after accidentally overhearing a conversation between him and my mother.

Touya, on the other hand, was in, I would say, a worse situation. His father would have kids in hopes that a child that could surpass him and become the number one hero would be born. Preferably a child with Touya’s mother's ice quirk and Pro Hero Endeavors fire quirk. He would yell at Touya for training and neglect him and his other siblings besides his younger brother Shoto who was born with the desired quirk combination his father wanted. Touya and I were in different yet similar situations. Touya just wanted his father to look at and love him, while I just wanted a loving family.

It was almost too good how alike we were, and I quickly fell for him. He would always protect me, and we swore to make a better society and become genuine hero’s together. Not like those fakes. He wanted to have the hero name Prevailing Inferno, and I chose Scarlet as my quirk; Cursed Blood is, as you guessed, blood-based.

Nothing lasts forever though.

Later that day after being held up by my mom. I was doing my best to make it to Sekoto Peak as soon as possible as I was already rather late to meet up with Touya, but as I approached the mountains I quickly noticed the smoke billowing from the forest. Nothing would be the same after that day.

Endeavor blamed me for Touya’s death, saying if I had been there earlier, this wouldn’t have happened, and I believed him back then. Now that I’m older, though, I know it was both of our faults. If I hadn’t stopped by my house and gone straight to Sekoto Peak, then maybe I could’ve done something, and if Endeavor had just shown up or appreciated Touya or even looked his way, then perhaps the same outcome wouldn’t have happened. The damage was already done, though and Touya was not coming back. I will never forgive myself for what happened and I will never forgive Endeavor.

Life wasn’t any easier after that incident. I tried to atone for what happened to Touya by pushing myself beyond my limits and training to become the best hero I could be, but it would never happen. After my stepfather was arrested for federal crimes against almost all of Tokyo for his schemes, my family ended up homeless. My brother and I were abandoned, and our mother took our sister, never to be seen again until I saw my sister's face on tv. The pure rage I felt was as bad as when my brother finally found friends and turned against me after we grew up close just to appease them, as my quirk was deemed villainous. Even at UA. A school meant for wanna-be heroes. I was deemed a villain for my quirk, so I villain I became.

I had destroyed a lot of UA with my quirk before a boy like in age approached me after fleeing the scene to join a new rising group called The League of Villains. We quickly began to rise as one of the most feared villain groups, and I quickly became a vital and well respective member of the league. I was often called “The Scarlet Terror” as all that would be left was scarlet blood painted all over alleyways, buildings, streets, you name it. The people feared me, and it felt great, but part of me always did ache over the plans Touya and I had to be heroes.

Those plans and dreams were as dead as he.

Volume One, Episode Fifteen: “Bond”

Series: SCWR Rating: PG-13 (Foul Language, Violence against Fantasy Monsters, Violence) Summary: (5,190 words) “In part two of the thrilling finale, an unforeseen bond just might be the edge Hadrian and Blue need to save themselves. With one bleeding out and the other severely injured, it’s going to take a miracle to get out alive...”

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The sound of his desperate scream echoed back at him. He felt the ground beneath himself shake as tiny particles vibrated and bounced near his feet. Suddenly, the air in front of him shifted into waves. Blue was thrown forward onto her stomach with a start as the deafening sound beat into her back. With only his voice, Haddy managed to push the grimm back as they had to dig into the ground with their claws to keep from flying away.

Ollie...?

He had no idea what was happening, but he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip. Haddy continued his scream, taking a few hesitant steps forward before breaking into a full-blown sprint. He felt his aura priming as he charged ahead. His lungs were on fire, his ears bled, but he kept up his sonic attack. He couldn't hear the scratching of claws on dirt as the Beowolves and their Alpha were suddenly thrown from their desperate attempts to stay grounded.

The creatures of grimm were flung back into their cage as they slammed into the wall with a painful crack of concrete. The door could no longer hold as it crashed down, trapping the beasts inside. Haddy was starting to see double, unable to breathe as his voice slowly dimmed and returned to normal. He fell to his hands and knees, gasping in desperate breaths as he tried to regain what little composure he had.

He wasn't sure if his eardrums had ruptured, but for the first time since he and Blue were flung into the arena, it was silent and he was left grappling with the ghost of his past.

She was at his side in an instant, skidding down and placing her good hand on his back. It didn't burn. As his chest rose and fell in jagged motions, he reached behind him and ran a hand down his spine... it was healed; scarred, but healed. That was when he felt a punch to the gut as his aura began to drain away, seeping off of him in waves.

"What was that??" Blue asked in disbelief, well, that answered the question of whether or not his ears were busted, "H-How did you--?"

She was cut off when an irritated yell tore their attention back up to the stands. Many of the patrons who'd paid to see their fight to the death had fled. Haddy witnessed the true extent of his sonic scream as cracks crept up the concrete walls, dislodging the chain fence trapping them, and into the stone bleachers. People who had been sitting within the range of the blast were doubled over, holding their ears as they cried and shouted.

Diana Gae was furious. Her golden eyes flashed with rage as she yelled down, "YOU!" He knew that she was talking to him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Hadrian used his forearm to wipe some of the sweat from his brow as he shakily stood in defiance. He puffed out his chest as he pointed up at her and declared, "You haven't won! You will never win! So long as I breathe and stand; I will never allow you to take another life!"

She glared down at him with a mix of anger, disgust, and a hint of what looked like concern before she grabbed a remote from one of her goons and jammed her finger into every button. Suddenly, metallic screeching echoed around the pair as all of the remaining cages began to open.

Antagonizing the bad guy... great idea, Hads.

He glanced down at Blue as he extended an arm out to try to block her– futilely since there would be grimm coming from all directions. Her breathing was labored, arm shaking and hanging limply as blood ran down her shoulder and pooled at her feet. Haddy could see her blue eyes trembling, but she just held on tighter to the shield as she pushed her back into his.

The husky loaded his remaining dust shot into his sling as a cacophony of harsh growls and shrieks tore through the arena. Four or five grimm-laden cages remained, and he could already see several of the monsters trying to claw their way out to get to them... they could probably smell how anxious he and Blue were.

A trumpeting screech tore his attention away as a Megoliath gored its metallic cage door and flung it open. Haddy quickly jumped in front of Blue as he flung the fire capsule at the elephantine grimm. It exploded and rained down embers as it struck the masked scale plates of the Megoliath's face. It was momentarily stunned before it shook off the smoke and set its crimson eyes on the students.

Angry steam burst from its trunk as it charged. Haddy had a shitty hatchet and an empty sling, to say that the odds were not in his favor was an understatement. He could already feel the last bits of his aura draining away. However, he took a confident step forward as he took in a deep breath before he let out a gut-wrenching howl in hopes of activating Ollie's semblance once again.

He yelled until his voice was hoarse and a lightheaded embrace threatened to make him pass out; but, nothing happened. He could feel the ground shaking with each pound of the mammoth's feet. He always wondered how something so large and lumbering could move so damn fast. All he could do as it came closer and closer was draw his wooden hatchet and pray to the Brothers for a miracle.

It never slowed down as it raised its tusks up high, its eyes glinting in the setting sun's dying light– wait, the sun?

A force of nature landed with a resounding crater, kicking up dust and debris as he stopped the Megoliath's charge with nothing more than the energy of his entrance. Not even a moment later, a rush of wind came crashing down around them, nearly throwing Blue and Haddy to the ground as chunks of the high ceiling rained down from a hole that had been punched straight through the rock.

Haddy could only watch as the mammoth backpedaled a pace and the dust started to clear, revealing a pair of outstretched wings and fluffy, blue hair.

Fynch half-turned his head back to the pair as he pulled his sword from his crater and forced a small smile, "Sorry for the wait, Snowball... but, I'm here now."

The husky let out a shaky breath as he unsteadily smiled, "F-Fynch!?"

He'd almost forgotten what relief felt like.

The brief reprieve was cut short as several of the other cages were thrown open and the Megoliath shook off its shock. Before the students could even open their mouths to say anything, Fynch had already swung his greatsword around and closed the distance between himself and the elephantine grimm. With one swift swing, he took out the front legs of the Megoliath, causing it to fall to the ground with a shrill shriek. He didn't hesitate as he adjusted the large blade in his hand and whipped it up, severing the grimm's head from its body before it hit the arena floor.

He looked up to see Hadrian already turning himself between an approaching flock of Nevermore and the younger girl. With a smirk, the Hunstman raised an arm towards the pair and activated his semblance with a vacuuming whirlwind of air. The students hardly had any time to react as they were suddenly pulled towards him. He unfurled his wings and jumped into the air, clearing both Haddy and the girl easily as he let loose a flurry of furious slashes and stabs into the grimm.

The husky watched in awe as an explosion of black feathers rained down from the experienced swordsman, harmlessly showering both him and Blue. As Fynch unclipped his sword, allowing it to fall in half into two separate weapons connected with a thick chain, he turned back to Haddy and said, "You'd better get outta here. There's a landing pad on the lower levels..." he paused to swing into a Boarbatusk, before adding, "Don't worry about the other students, they're safe. I'll take care of Gae."

He briefly wondered how Fynch knew the name of their abductor, but given the direness of the entire situation, it wasn't hard to believe that Monroe and the R's had come clean about how they'd been spending their free time. Haddy grabbed Blue's hand, making sure not to hurt her, as he smiled and started to run with her towards the trapdoor that had brought them here in the first place.

The buckled walls of their copper prison had been blown away by his sonic scream along with some of the dirt obscuring the trapdoor. Haddy used his tail to wipe away the rest of the dust and knelt down to examine their escape. It was flush with the floor, hinges hidden on the underside of the floor, but there was a small space between the doors that he might be able to pry open.

Hadrian tried to get a grip with his nails, but couldn't manage to slip his fingers between the slot. He thought about trying to pry it open with the wooden blade of the hatchet, but there was no way that it was going to fit. Blue winced as she pulled her hand free and reached around behind her, taking the training dagger from her tattered belt. She handed it over quickly before she brought her palm up to try to quell the pain radiating from her torn torso.

With a deft swing, the husky easily placed the blade between the doors and pried it open. There was about a twenty-foot drop down into the dark hallway. He spared one last glance back at Fynch, watching him easily slash his way through the hoard of grimm, before he turned his head up to the announcer's box. Unsurprisingly, Diana Gae was nowhere in sight. Haddy nodded to Blue before jumping down into the shadows.

As he landed with bent knees, he felt a burst of pain run up one of his legs. He stood up straight and scanned the area. There wasn't anyone around, thankfully. A moment later, he turned his head back up to the arena and motioned for Blue to follow. The frilly skirt of her dress fluttered as she dropped down. The husky caught her before she hit the ground.

"Hey!"

The pair whipped around just in time to see one of the brutish guards rounding the corner, raising his shotgun. Haddy froze, Blue's arm tightening around his shoulder. The brute kept his gun trained on them, motioning with the barrel for the husky to put the girl down. Hesitantly and slowly, Hadrian lowered the younger student down so that she could stand on her own.

"Hands where I can see 'em," the armored man ordered, "and turn around."

The blue-haired teen glanced up at her elder briefly. Haddy hesitated but forced a smile and nodded as started to slowly raise his hands, open-palmed to his shoulders, and turned around to face away from the brute. Blue followed his lead, doing the same. Once they had their backs to him, he hummed out an approval.

"On your knees," he ordered.

Blue, again, looked to Hadrian for confirmation. He subtly nodded and she lowered herself down onto her knees. However, the husky took a deep breath and stayed put. The man motioned with his gun, even though neither of the students could see.

"I said, on your knees, boy!" the brute nearly shouted.

Haddy didn't say a word, closing his eyes as he focused on listening to the quiet shifts. Angrily, the brute started to stomp forward, hands tightening on his gun as he continued to shout at the husky to follow his demands. However, the dark-haired faunus wasn't paying attention to that. He listened carefully, waiting until the man was directly behind him. The thick smell of sweat getting ever closer.

As soon as the armored brute pushed the cold, metal muzzle into Haddy's exposed back, he reacted. In an instant, his eyes flew open as he whipped around, pushing the barrel of the gun towards the wall just before the explosion of gunpowder and lead tore through his ears. He knew that Blue had fallen back and yelped in surprise, but he couldn't apologize just yet.

Haddy used what little time he had left in his sneak attack to take his other arm and bring his elbow down onto the brute's hands. He shouted in surprise, but that momentary ease was all the husky needed to disarm him and flip the shotgun around in his arms. He aimed the gun at the chest of the armored man and took a good few steps back as the brute stared at him in disbelief.

"I have some questions, and you're gonna answer them, deal?" Hadrian asked, motioning for Blue to get up and stand behind him.

She quickly scampered up and ducked behind his back, holding onto her bleeding wounds. In the back of his mind, Haddy knew that she probably wasn't going to last much longer if she kept losing blood at the rate she was now... the only reason she was still up and moving was pure adrenaline. His first priority was getting her out of here; he'd just have to trust Fynch and the other Huntsmen to gather intel.

As Haddy opened his mouth to ask the quickest way to the landing pad, the brute jumped at him. In that brief moment, only one thought crossed his mind; by the Brothers, I hope that this bastard's armor is bullet-proof.

He pulled the trigger back to the guard and expected the kick of an explosion, but was instead met with the soft click of an empty chamber. The husky hardly had any time to even widen his eyes before he was tackled to the ground, the air from his lungs shooting out of his mouth and the empty gun clattering to the side. Hadrian shouted in surprise just before a fist found itself colliding with his jaw.

Stars exploded across his vision as he threw his arms up to protect his head. He was pinned down with this armored asshole straddling his torso, raising another closed hand to strike him again. Before he got the chance, Blue had grabbed his wrist and was desperately trying to pin it with her good arm. She didn't get the chance as the man threw her back violently into the wall, causing her to yelp.

That was the last thing he was going to take. Hadrian growled as he nearly screamed in anger, flinging his legs up as he wrapped them around the brute's neck. He linked his ankles together and jerked his feet back, hurling the man back with a surprised shout. Haddy just barely had enough time to get to his feet as the brute scrambled up.

The husky raised his fists defensively, protecting his head and neck as he swayed and watched the armored man's movements. Gae's goon threw a mean hook towards Hadrian's jaw, only giving him seconds to react, ducking just as the man's fist flew over his head. The dark-haired faunus tried to retaliate with a kick but was met with a solid mass of muscle that probably bruised his shin more than the man's.

Haddy couldn't pull his leg back before the brute had grabbed his ankle and was flinging him at the wall. His back slammed into the stone, cracking it as he felt several of his ribs creak. The husky crumbled to the floor, gasping as he feebly tried to catch his breath. The man brought his boot back to kick the snot out of him.

The Huntsman-in-training barely had time to raise his arms in an attempt to shield himself as the steel-toed sole slammed into his chest. Suddenly, his aura sparked to life as his nose was flooded with memories of earthy polish. The man screamed in pain as his boot connected with Haddy's torso, grabbing onto his knee as he heard a painful crunch of bone-on-bone snapping.

That's Tadashi's semblance... Riposte. He'd just countered the attack and delivered it back full force without even trying.

He didn't have any more time to think about it as the brute glowered down at him with flames in his eyes. He looked as if he was about to retaliate before there was a meaty slap and the armored man lurched forward. A brief moment passed before his brown eyes rolled up and he fell limply to the floor, only giving Haddy a short window to avoid being crushed beneath his weight.

Hadrian looked up to see Blue using the discarded shotgun like a club, struggling to hold it up before it dropped to the ground and she fell to one knee, gripping onto her injured arm. The husky quickly scampered up to her, gingerly lifting her hand to examine the wound as she winced and whined.

It didn't look good. The tears in her skin were so deep that he could see her shattered collarbone beneath the weeping blood. She wasn't crying, but he could tell by the pained twist on her face that she really wanted to.

"C'mon, kid..." Haddy soothed, lifting her up into his arms so that she could rest her wounds, "Let's get outta here."

They walked in stealthy silence down the halls, every once in a while pausing to take a whiff or listen for enemies.

As Haddy peeked around a corner and tried to decide if he wanted to go left or right, he felt Blue shift. He turned back to her as she whispered through clenched teeth, "H... How did you do that? With your semblance?"

He paused, before he quietly admitted, "Honestly, Blue... I... don't know."

"That was... Echo and Riposte..." she commented softly.

His eyes widened as he looked to her. She weakly smiled, "Ms. Ombre's and Bēju-senpai's semblances..."

"Yeah..." Haddy drew out quietly, "... but, how'd you know that?"

"Because... Team Solitude... you're what inspired me to become a Huntress..." she admitted with a slight tinge of embarrassed blush.

As the husky stared at her without a word, Blue quietly explained, "You probably don't remember, but when you and your brother left Mantle, you inspired a lot of faunus. I used to wait by the post office every Saturday just for the chance to read about how you both were doing. I watched as you both excelled to the top of your class and showed those stuck-up Atlesian elites that us faunus didn't need some 'Outreach Program' to become great Huntsmen and Huntresses...

"And then... you saved my life..."

She paused as she fondly smiled, "I was volunteering at the clinic with your mom when the Ice Fever broke out. I was fine for a while, but... well, I ended up catching it towards the end... Dr. Thompkins says that I wouldn't have survived another night without the cure that you and Solitude got to us... me and so many other people..."

He listened with wide eyes and a slightly slack jaw. After a long moment, he breathlessly replied, "Blue..."

"Y'know..." she continued, "Cliff, my brother, used to say all the time that Huntsmen weren't worth anything. That they'd never protect the little people down in Mantle like they would Atlas... but, you guys managed to inspire even his sour heart... and, honestly, I think that's the greatest thing I could have ever asked for."

For a moment, the beagle looked as if she was going to continue, but instead, she sucked in a sharp breath as she grabbed onto her bleeding shoulder. Haddy sighed with a soft smile, "C'mon... we can talk about it later... after we get that arm looked at..."

As he stood up straighter and peeked around the corner to make sure it was clear again, Blue quietly asked, "Do you... do you even know where we're supposed to go?"

"I'm never lost," he lied with a confident smile, trying to ease her worries.

Hadrian stepped around the corner and started to creep towards the hallway to the left. He got maybe two steps before he felt the air shift. The husky leaned back just as a flash of silver and royal purple sliced into the wall in front of him. A small metal playing card with a crescent emblem blocked his path.

Before he could look back into the dark from where they'd come, another few cards came flying at them. Haddy scrambled back, the blue-haired Atlesian student gripping tightly onto his shoulders as he backpedaled down the opposite hallway, avoiding the onslaught. He could hear the soft patter of footsteps following behind them, but he never saw anyone when he looked back.

The pair ran down the halls, Haddy feeling his semblance kick in as he slid around a corner. He swore he heard a soft curse as he sped up, but he was too busy trying to dodge flying cards. It was a little weird, because they weren't a constant threat, only occasionally coming at him when he tried to duck behind corners.

"Look!" Blue motioned with her head towards the end of the hall.

There was a large door with a sign that read "Landing Bay Two". He nodded to her, before steeling himself and speeding up to throw his shoulder into the door, throwing it open.

He glanced back down the hall and saw a brief flash of color as someone called out, "Wait! Kid! Don't!"

Haddy didn't have time to register whether he was being played or if this splash of color was actually trying to help him because he skidded into the open bay of an airbus garage. There weren't any planes, but there was one with the Beacon emblem landing at the entrance; a wide-open cavern that lead out into the mountains where the sun was setting behind the horizon...

And they weren't alone.

Tens of goons and brutes turned to look at the pair as they came crashing through the door. Everyone stared at one another for a moment, each startled in a different way, before Haddy took off towards the airbus. He heard angry shouts as he activated his semblance with his rapidly draining aura and sped off.

His lungs were killing him as his legs burned, but he pushed on. Haddy didn't dare look back as he focused on getting Blue out of here. Just as he felt himself weakening, he felt one last push. Suddenly, he took in a desperate deep breath as his mind danced in the freshly fallen snow of his memory; fresh caramel gracing his nose with a beautifully pleasant reminder.

"HADDY!"

For a moment, he thought Leo had called out to him, but as he looked up he nearly cried. Cascade was leaning out of the plane, reaching out for him as Robyn helped another injured Huntsman into the cab, Ryder securing Gene with bandages and gauze. They all looked up at him. The blonde's hair was whipping around, but he could see that relieved smile crinkling her nose as she screamed for him.

That was when the ship jerked, its engines roaring. It was getting ready to take off. He watched as Robyn whipped around and yelled something unintelligible at the pilot, to no avail. Haddy could feel himself tiring. They weren't going to make it if he didn't do something drastic.

"Have you worked on a landing strategy?" he asked suddenly, looking down at Blue.

The blue-eyed girl looked up at him between taking ragged, pained breaths and hastily nodded. As he sprinted towards the airship with her in his arms, Hadrian looked back to see the hoard of goons gaining on them.

He turned back to Blue and swallowed hard before nodding, "Okay. I'm going to throw you then."

"But," she replied, with tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "What about you?"

"Don't worry, kiddo," he smiled with a wink, "I'll make it."

She hesitated, still looking up at him with her big, blue eyes before she briefly nodded. Hadrian smiled and looked back towards their escape. They were only about one-hundred feet or so from the airship, but the baddies were gaining ground quicker than he could run while carrying Blue. If he could make sure that she got to the ship, he could use his semblance to speed himself up. He was too exhausted to use it on both of them at once, so this was the only option.

His eyes landed on the dark-skinned faunus as he shouted, his voice cracking, "RyDE-R!"

His scaled friend's head swung to attention. With a deep breath, Haddy yelled, "Blue Bird! Catch!"

That was Hadrian's and Robyn's recently minted special move, so he knew that Ryder would know what to do. Expectantly, the armadillo briefly nodded and hunkered down into a defensive position. The husky faunus looked down at his blue-haired charge. She'd been so strong for so long, but he watched as fat tears rolled down her cheeks. He smiled to her and took her uninjured hand in his. She looked up at him, and with a sniffle, gave her affirmation.

In an instant, Hadrian skidded to a halt, activating his semblance through one of his feet as he used the other to pivot. Using Blue's momentum, he gripped onto her wrist tightly as he swung her around in an arch twice. As she crested the last time, he let her go and sent her flying with a strength he'd never used before towards their escape. She didn't yell or scream, but when she landed in Ryder's arms, he could tell that she was whimpering.

With a brief smile, he took a few ragged breaths and just relaxed for a fraction of a moment. However, as he snapped back to reality, he activated what was left of his semblance and sped off towards his escape. He watched as Ryder handed Blue off to another student– probably Lambert, one of Gene's 'friends'– and kneeled down at the edge of the ship, reaching out for him to jump up and grab hold.

The airship started to ascend as he drew ever closer.

But, he was gonna make it. As his eyes ran across Ryder's hopeful face, he felt a grin creeping onto his face. He caught sight of Cadie and Robyn behind him, holding him steady by his overall straps as he leaned as far out of the ship as he could, with smiles of their own. As he neared the edge of the cliff, he pushed off into the air just as his aura reached its limit and shattered, extending his hand out to reach for his home.

His fingertips reached ever closer to Ryder's as the scaled faunus leaned out even further, threatening to fall out. He was so exhausted, but he didn't really give a damn right now.

A sharp pain momentarily stung the back of Hadrian's neck. In the brief moment he had, he didn't think much of it. However, a surging shock raced through his entire body. He couldn't control himself as a scream pooled in his gut and cut off before it was anything more than a strangled gurgle. His muscles tensed as his chest arched and arms grew stiff. The pain was so immense. As his eyes rolled towards the back of his skull and his vision grew darker, he was forced to watch as his team's happy expressions turned to horror and they screamed out for him.

He hit the pavement of the hangar with a hard thud that he couldn't even feel over the electricity coursing through his nerves. He tumbled twice and skidded to the edge of the cliffside, nearly toppling over before he came to a limp, twitching stop on his side at the end. Suddenly, just as soon as it had appeared, the pain vanished and left him shell-shocked. Hadrian couldn't help but yelp and whine as he took a few shaky breaths and weakly pushed up on one elbow.

As his senses groggily came back to him, Hadrian looked up to see the approaching hoard already upon him. They had surrounded him, blocking all escape except a plummet to the bottom of the ravine below. The brutes parted and revealed the smoking gun that had struck him in the back of the head. The magenta-haired temptress smirked as she holstered the stun gun and looked down at Haddy like a wolf hungry for an injured rabbit.

That was when he saw the translucent wings connected to Gae's back... well, wing would be a better analysis. She was a faunus...?

The airship was already moving off to leave, he could still hear his teammates' screams for him over the roar of the engines. In that brief moment, he decided that he wasn't going to let this bitch of a woman take another friend from them. Before she even had time to order her forces to take him, Hadrian rolled backwards, allowing himself to fall towards the bottom of the craggy basin.

He felt the air rush from his lungs as the wind whipped past him, tearing the remnants of his shirt to shreds. He twisted around, spreading out his arms and legs to try to slow his descent. He had to have faith. His heart pounded against his chest wall as the ground came ever closer to him.

That was when he heard the deafening boom of thunder. He didn't need to look back to know what was happening. He felt the shock wave push him further downward just before Robyn latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his chest and legs around his waist. In an instant, a tornado of wind hurled them back into the sky, only tens of feet above the rocky crags. The pair shot through the air as they hurtled past the hangar. However, that was about as far as they got before the redhead's surge faded away. They crested their ascent and floated for just a moment before returning to their freefall.

Haddy reached around and wrapped an arm under Robyn's shoulders as he extended his hand towards the creamsicle clouds above. A thick, steel line whipped around and latched around his wrist. He only had a moment to grab the base of the wire before it ripped his arm out of its socket, but he managed. Both he and Robyn jerked as the line pulled taut. The airship burst into the sky, escaping Ataxia Arena as Haddy and Robyn were whipped around by the sheer winds.

Slowly, Cadie pulled them in, straining as she reeled in the line. As the pair came close enough, Ryder reached out and grabbed onto them, desperately pulling them into the chassis and into his lap.

The team was suddenly engulfed in a group hug that none of them seemed to initiate, but no one didn't seem to mind. As they sat there, they were jolted as the sobbing, blue-haired student threw herself into Haddy's back.

With a shaky smile, he reached around and ruffled her hair, confidently saying, "See...? Told you I'd... make it back in one piece..."

*Breathes, holding the weave of fire and air, smiling quietly as she feels her warders’ heart beats.” “Like a raging sun.”

Today we discuss, Episode 4 “The Dragon Reborn”, ostensibly the same name as the third book in the Wheel of Time series. Now, first and foremost, the prologue featuring Logain in Ghealdan (a nation NOTORIUS for its fractious nature and spinning door of Kings) is a new addition. Logain is given a much greater sense of story here compared to the books where he is revealed in the cage from the onset. The corruption of Saidin (the masculine side of the one power) is beautifuly portrayed here including the madness. The biggest story here for me really is the plot in the Aes Sedai camp, composed of seven sisters each from three ajahs of the White Tower. We learn more about the differen sub-orders (Ajah for you newcomers). The Greens are the Battle Ajah, they can bond more than one warder, and yes, I AM a Green. Reds are law enforcers and those who interact with the broken male channelers corrupted by the taint of Saidin. And Blue Ajah meddle, they are diplomats, spies and more. Moiraine is a Blue for a reason and it will become more apparent later on. This subplot really set the stage for my favorite, Nynaeve, the woman who makes up my top accepted heteroship of this series (Lan x Nynaeve or I guess Laneave? or Golden Braid?). And we see her power here (which foreshadows her incredible abilities and raw power later in the story). Madashar has successfully corrupted Mat at this point meaning we are seeing his fall from grace and his set up for needing to reach the White Tower. The murder of the family and the shadowstepping powers of a Myddraal. More on the Tuatha’an, and the Way of the Leafe. Over all yes, I like stories B and C, but the Aes Sedai camp and Logain’s plot was my main interest. Hottakes:

-I love how they are using the white threads to establish the power of weaves and much more. Liandrin is an insidious, but convince woman as well.

-Can we get some series love for Moiraine and her Green Ajah friend. Got some fun fanfic ideas from those two.

-Lan you are a wonderful bastard, also those two very bisexual / pansexual energy warders were amazing.

In Universe AU

So let us melt and make no noise by LittleLostStar

Rated M 69K+ words WIP last updated Jan 2021

When a mission to the South Pole goes awry, Prince Zuko awakens in the home of a healer named Katara and finds his heart is damaged and his bending has vanished. His quest to find the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe is his destiny-- the one chance to regain his honour and return home. But as time passes and Zuko's heart heals, it becomes clear that Katara is protecting an ancient secret of her own, and that both of their destinies are entwined in ways never before thought possible.

In The Same Candlelight by Like A Dove

Rated T 76K words Complete 2012

In a world where there is no war, Zuko and Katara spend their summers together. Growing up is messy, embarrassing, and at times sad, but they think it might be okay because they have each other. Edited summary.

The Lucky Dragon - A Short Zutara by Damagectrl

Rated G 16K words Complete 2019

With no 100 Year War ever happening and an aging Avatar Aang meditating any scuffles, there isn’t much threat of annihilation from the other nations. Nature, however, is another story. After an algae bloom decimates the local fish population and sends the tribe to the brink of starvation, the Southern Water tribal elders are approached by Fire Lord Iroh and offered access to Fire Nation fishing waters until the fish repopulate.

In exchange: his beloved nephew needs an escort to his cousin’s coronation. Everyone seems in begrudging agreement. Except Katara, who after being requested for the task, flees and accidentally ends up on the last island she wanted to be on with a man and his young, friendly dragon - Druk

Butterflies and Hurricanes by Rerbirth of the Phoenix

Rated T 103K+ words Complete 2012

"You may find yourself capturing hearts that you are forbidden to keep." She is a servant. He is a Prince. Together they are about to go against everything that keeps the world at peace. Zutara

Warnings: Tearbender

Oceans Away by PearofAnons

Rated M 56K words WIP Last updated Dec 2020

The irony was not lost on him. The moment his wife told him he did not have her heart was the very moment he realized she had long captured his.

or

In their world many would mistaken their tale as some grand love story, but if you were to ask those close to them, they would say it was really quite simple. Family, duty, honor. With these two stubborn fools, love wasn't originally part of the plan, it just grew quietly along the way.

Contain Smut

Subterfuge by Smylealong

Rated M 113K words WIP last updated Oct 2020

Thirty years ago, the Fire Nation attacked, throwing the world off balance. Katara entered the Fire Nation war camp at Ba Sing Se as a healer, prepared to do whatever it takes to play her part in stopping the war. Getting kidnapped with the Fire Prince and falling in love with him were not parts of the plan. AU. Zutara.

Trigger Warnings: Sexual Assault, Incest, Graphic Depiction of Violence

Call Me Katto by ShamelessLiar

Rated M 272K words Completed 2015

The Avatar awakens two years late, when only a token resistance still struggles against the Fire Nation. Katara disguises herself as a boy to follow Sokka into war. Not only must she hide her gender from her comrades, she has to help the Avatar while also dodging the creepy prince who’s taken such an intense interest in her. AU for timing.

Cursed Kiss by AlwaysZutarian

Rated E 136K words WIP Last Updated Feb 2021

Cursed to live with the body of a fearsome beast, Zuko hid from a cruel world that would not hesitate to destroy him, consumed with rage for those who had betrayed him, resigned to a lifetime of solitude. But then a ray of hope came in the form of a beautiful, blue-eyed woman. Could she look beyond his physical appearance and break his curse? Or would he forever remain alone?

Princess of the Concubines by Turion

Rated E 68K words WIP Last Update Jul 2020

An heir, never banished. A Water Tribe Princess bound in golden shackles and a gilded cage. The Avatar returns to a world much changed and divided. Horrors of the war plague him, yet the memory of her daunting blue eyes haunt him. "AANG RUN!" a guttural scream ripped itself from her throat. "KATARA!"

Warnings: Rape, BDSM

Shimmering Scarlet Scales by Hippomatrix

Rated T 7K words Completed 2016

Katara never thought she'd see a dragon. They were thought to be extinct. Yet here she was, healing a dragon she'd found in the woods (of burn wounds no less) and letting him follow her home. She didn't mean to bond with him, but that's what happened, and he became her constant companion and protector. If only it had stayed that simple.

Warning: is rated T but contains smut

Lonely Hearts Club by iRockYourSocks

Rated M 1K words Completed 2013

Katara was ready, albeit unhappy, for her new life as the wife of a northern warrior. A fateful trip to Ember Island opens her eyes to an alternative path in life.

Consume me with fire; flood me with desire by Dacamima

Rated E 86K words Completed 2020

“You have to be sure, Katara. The way I feel… if you let me put my hands on you… I want you so much. I’ll consume you.”

Arousal shot through Katara like a lightning-bolt at his words. He felt it too, whatever that charged energy between them was. Even now, it thrashed within her like a wild thing.

Breathlessly, she said, “Touch me, please Zuko.”

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A whole canon rewrite where Katara and Zuko get to know each other MUCH better and earlier in the series. Featuring canon-divergences, angst and pining, fluff, and a whole lot of smut.

Lions on the Prowl

Chapter 7 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Bryce and Rafael go on the hunt to unravel the sinister truth, hoping that what is revealed leads to Heather.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.8k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / language, violence

Author's Notes: As promised, here's chapter 7. It has minor references to canon, but I did some tweaks to fit the overall storyline. Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Bryce slipped his phone into the pocket of his suit after his call with Rafael. He got into his car and punched the coordinates of his destination, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the GPS to load. Once he heard the first set of directions, he turned on the ignition and drove off. As the miles went by, he began to map out his strategy to interrogate the person who started it all - Travis Perry.

After half an hour, he was let into the maximum security facility. He went through the strict visitor SOP before he was led into a small room, devoid of anything cheerful. He tried his best to shake off the inherent thoughts he had about Heather's current situation, focusing instead at the matter at hand. Several minutes passed before he heard a click and the door opened, revealing a dank and skinny figure.

When Travis realized who was visiting, he rolled his eyes.

Bryce watched as he sat down while his handcuffs was hooked at a protruding hole in the center of the table. He waited for the guard to step outside before he leaned forward, switching into full-on lawyer mode.

"You better tell me what you know now, Perry."

Travis smirked, looking ominous.

"Desperate much, are you, ADA Lahela?" he leaned back, slouching. "Why come to me so early on in the game?"

The answer was easy, he was desperate. Every passing minute that Heather was missing reduces the possibility of finding her alive. He knew that much. And Bryce was willing to risk anything to see her breathing again. Even endangering his career or his dignity.

"You know very well why I'm here, Travis," his fingers ran up his blue tie, loosening it a little, hoping that he was playing his cards right. Bryce knew Perry's confidence came from the knowledge that he had nothing left to lose. He can't put him at fault though, his sentence were pretty much signed, sealed and delivered. However, the ADA didn't expect him to give up anything without a fight. He was the criminal who attempted to kill a senator, after all. So he came prepared.

Bryce shook his head, sneering back, a finger pressed lightly on his chin.

"Travis, Travis, Travis..." he stood up, circling around the prisoner like a lion on a prowl. "Aren't you forgetting something? I'm just a man who can offer you something that is going to be very hard to turn down," he stopped once he stood directly behind his prey. He then crouched down and leaned forward, his smug face inches away from Perry's. "So, you interested?"

Perry hissed, a look of disdain overcoming his previously confident composure.

"I thought so," Bryce smiled, satisfied. His work wasn't done yet though. He put the tips of his fingers together, pulling back so he can continue to prance around. It was the signature Lahela move.

This was a signal to anyone beyond enemy lines that Prosecutor Bryce got you in his grasp. That's why they call him magic hands.

"You better start talking then. Clock is ticking," he returned to stand opposite him, the palm of his hands pressed flatly on the metal table. "Well, that is, if you choose to cooperate."

The perp he worked laboriously to convict fell into a contemplative silence. Bryce watched intently, as Travis closed his eyes and took deep breaths before sitting back up, determined not to say a thing.

"I take it you don't want to talk then?" Bryce pursed his lips in an attempt of mockery. "Why? Suddenly grown a conscience after being caged for a few months? Wanna make Jonathan proud?"

At the mention of his younger brother, Perry abruptly stood up causing his chains to rattle against metal. He lost control, as he screamed to the young ADA's face.

When he lost his steam, Travis eventually backed down looking pleased with himself as he found Bryce's stunned expression.

"You will never catch him! Jordan is more cunning and more capable than any of you pieces of shit!" Travis roared, startling Bryce. "You're all just as worthless as that fucking senator! You think you're so different? Well guess what, you're all the same!"

For a few long moments, Bryce did seem like someone who just lost a battle. The convict sat down and pressed the button under the table to call in his escort. But before anyone came back in to get him, the cunning golden boy mimicked his movements and stared back at him.

"Well, thank you, for your kind assistance," Bryce said quietly as a guard entered and uncuffed Perry. Travis looked back at him, puzzled. He was ordered to stand up, and when he was about to leave the room, Bryce quirked a brow, his lips twisting into a smirk of a cheshire cat.

The mouse just fell into the trap.

"Jordan, huh? I wonder who that is."

Perry's face drained of all color. Bryce chortled in reply before he continued his celebratory address.

"And since you didn't agree on anything, I'll consider it an early holiday gift that doesn't need to be repaid," the lawyer brushed back his hair and stood up, straightening his dark grey suit. With a shrill scream, the heavy metal door closed upon Travis Perry's face, leaving Bryce alone in the room. He waited for a few moments, fixing his tie, then walked back out to the correctional's office.

One more thing before we're done here.

He requested for Perry's files, browsing through his phone records and visitor logs for the past 6 months. When he turned to the third page, he found exactly what he was looking for. Bingo. He fist bumped the air, then took pictures of the pages where he found the matching name. As he set out to collect the rest of his belongings, he quick dialed Rafael and reported his findings.

"We have a name," he walked back to his parked car and got in, turning the ignition on. "It's Jordan Anderson. Look for any records related to him and how he connects with Travis Perry, I'm coming over." he backed up the car out to the road and drove to town.

Hold on, Heather. We're coming for you.

***

Rafael reopened Perry's files for the tenth time since tonight after he ended his call with Bryce. It was a breakthrough, after hours of not being able find anything of value since the investigation started. The name didn't ring any bells, but he was confident he's going to find something. He had to.

Before he closed the file another time, he read a single phrase in the page about Travis Perry's family background. There it was listed:

Parents: Theodore Perry (Deceased), Jenny Perry (deceased)

Siblings: Jonathan Perry (deceased), foster brother (presumed alive, identity unknown)

He highlighted the two words - foster brother.

Is this him? Did we find the kidnapper?

He beckoned the agent beside him who was poring over Farrugia's phone logs. "Marshall, can you find out if Travis' parents took in kids for foster care?"

The agent nodded and opened the application for the National Foster Care directory. Raf watched as he browsed per county, directing him to a site containing Boston's list. Time seemed to slow down for Rafael as Agent Marshall typed in the parents names into the search criteria. He pressed enter, and together they watched the loading icon, as the app attempted to pull up any matching records.

After an excruciatingly long 10 minutes, the application displayed a single name: Jordan Anderson.

This was the solid lead they needed.

He directed half of his team to find anything they could regarding Jordan Anderson. One by one, they pooled in the data and eventually created the most accurate biography of the man who just became Boston's most wanted.

Raf asked for his image to be emailed to the IT guys to run facial recognition on surveillance footage around Edenbrook and Bryce's condo, marking it as urgent. He approached the whiteboard, and began to write a summary of what they knew so far:

JORDAN PETER ANDERSON

* Foster brother of Travis Perry

* Aged 29

* Last known address: Everett, MA

* Last known occupation: Maintenance Crew, Stintson and Co. Cleaning Agency

* Criminal records: Juvenile detention for Shoplifting, illegal drug use, stalking, trespassing

He also listed down the number of restraining orders issued against him, painting a picture of a long history of offenses and a troubled life. He read the accompanying material that they were able to dig in the last half hour and built a psychological profile of the suspect.

Several minutes after, ADA Lahela walked into the room. Bryce nodded to him, before perusing the bulleted points on the board. "This is good work," the prosecutor said.

Raf handed him some of the printouts, allowing him to make his own analysis. The special agent began to discuss his.

"He appears to have a close bond with his foster family, seeing that he didn't move out of Massachusetts. As to how much contact he had with Travis, we're uncertain yet," Rafael said.

With that, Bryce pulled up the pictures he took at the correctional facility. He showed it to Raf.

"There were several rows of the same number in the call logs starting a few months back, starting on the day Perry was transferred," Bryce pointed at the records in contention before proceeding. "So I trailed a pattern. I tried looking at the days when that same number didn't appear in the call logs and looked at the visitor records instead. The name Jordan Anderson came up every single time."

"We received a tip!" an agent stood up and approached the two conferring men, interrupting their discussion. "Apparently, Dr. Song called for a car to bring her to the airport this morning. The driver waited in front of ADA Lahela's complex and was about to leave when he saw a suspicious guy in an overall leaving a side entrance. He was carrying a black luggage bag and a woman who the driver thought as drunk. The woman matched her description."

They shared a look, prompting them into action. Rafael pulled up his phone to dial the surveillance room, but before he could, it pinged for an incoming email. It was from an anonymous sender. It contained a video file attachment. He tapped the play button.

It was a dash cam footage. The first few seconds were dim, but it wasn't long before a black car pulled up into the empty road. The vehicle stopped, a male figure emerged from the driver's seat. He opened the backseat door and there was Heather, limp and unconscious, being dragged by a man who shared the same face as the picture in the printouts. Both men's breathing hitched.

The video finished playing when they heard another ping. It was another email from the same sender. This time, it only contained a single line:

24th Avenue, Panacea Pharmaceutical Boston Tower.

"Panacea? Why does that sound familiar?" Bryce questioned, frowning.

"Panacea, as in the Panacea Labs?" the agent inputted, looking at each of them. "Panacea Labs partnered last year with Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore, prompting the construction of a new office downtown. But the company was shut down due to ethical and regulatory violations, halting the project. It was never finished."

"Can someone put up a recent image from 24th Avenue?"

Another agent walked up to them, showing his laptop screen.

There in the image was a faint sign, Construction Ongoing. Underneath it was the word Panacea.

Rafael raised his phone beside the computer, comparing the still frame from the video.

There it was, at the upper left side, the same sign and the same word.

At that moment, both men knew they were only scratching the surface. But they can deal with that later.

Right now, they knew where Heather was. And it's about damn time they get her back.

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Bonded

Alpha!Ambarussa x Omega!reader

Chapter Eight

Summary: You were a very wild omega. Always running in nature without a care of the world but what will happen to you when one of your runs you saw two lovely Alphas strolling in the forest? (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Masterlist

Warnings: Angst!!! Poor Maglor!!

Words: 1,300

Two months. You have been caged on a dark cold cell for two months. Receiving small bowls of water and pieces of bread from time to time from the guards.

You passed your nights crying quietly for your alphas, wishing to feel their warm and soft embrace. You knew that they could feel your distress as you feel their boiling rage through the bond.

A sob fell from your lips as you hug your legs, trying to keep warm. What did you do deserve such punishment? To have your beloved father and mother killed along with your village. To be ripped away from your alphas's arms and throw into a cold cell to rot by an elven king.

"Amrod...Amras...Please! Save me." you whisper under your breath, feeling warm tears run down your dirty cheeks.

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A soft knock sounded on the door of Amrod and Amras's rooms, making the twins look up. Their grey eyes filled with hatred and rage. After a long silence coming from the twins, there's another knock.

"Ambarussa? It's me, Maglor...Can I come in?" Maglor's soft voice ringed through the room, making the twins relax a little knowing that from all their older brothers, Maglor is the calmest and soft one.

Amras look to his twin and both nod. "Come in," Amrod said with a deep voice.

The large wooden door opens gently and Maglor peeks through, seeing the destruction spread through the room. There are pieces of vases on the ground along with curtains and broken chairs. He closes quietly the door behind him and looks to his younger brothers, noticing their anger bubbling on their eyes.

"How have you two been?" Maglor asked softly while sitting on the only good chair in the room.

Amras huffs and waved his hand through the room. "Don't know. What you think?" his voice dark and full of sarcasm.

Maglor signs and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. After a moment, he opens again his eyes. "I know what are you two feeling," he said calmly. "I've been through that a long time ago."

That grab the twins' attention, both staring their brother with confused faces. "What do you mean?" Amrod asked.

Maglor took another deep breath, trying to control his emotion as the memories of his lost beloved omega came to his mind. "This happened when you two were mere babies... When our lives were still perfect and we were happy. I met a beautiful omega in Tirion." A small smile appeared on Maglor's lips. "She was the most beautiful elleth I've ever seen all my life. Her hair was golden as the light of Laurelin and her eyes were the color of Alqualondë sea... She had such a bright smile that could illuminate a cloudy day."

He pauses for a moment, fighting tears from escaping his eyes. Amrod and Amras look to each other with concerned eyes.

"What was her name?" They both asked.

"Calinawen." Maglor said as a tear fell from his eye. "Oh Eru... I didn't say her name in ages. She was a Vanyar... We start to see each other in secret, sharing gentle moments. We fell for each other but... When I told ada, he was pissed. Saying that he won't have a son of his mate to a Vanyar."

"What did you do? Amras asked.

Maglor signs, letting now tears fall down his pale cheeks. "I did what he told and broke up with Calinawen." he looked out of the larges windows, watching the large moon shine brightly. "It was the hardest and stupid thing that I ever done. I still can see her big blue eyes filled sorrow and tears and hear her beautiful voice asking why." a small sob fell from his lips and more tears run down his grey eyes. "That night she killed herself. Jumping from a cliff... I felt her pain... I felt her death... And at that moment I realize that I let my true mate die."

A long silence spread through the room. The twins looked at their older brother in shock, still processing this new information. How could their father do this to his own son?! And why they only now knew this?

Maglor moves his gaze from the moon to his brothers, putting a sad smile on his face. "I know the feeling of being away from your mate and I don't want my brothers to pass what I passed." He stood up and took a deep breath. "Pack your things and your mates things. Then go to the stables and grab your horses... I will meet you two there." he said while walking to the door.

Amrod and Amras change confused looks and look to their brother. "Maglor! What are you doing?" Amrod asked.

Maglor looks over his shoulder and smiles. "Just trust me." And with that, he was out of the room.

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The sound of the door cell opening woke you up from your slumber. Rubbing your eyes gently, you look up and saw a cloaked figure standing before you. A shiver runs down your spine as you crawl slowly to the corner of your cell, fear spreading through your veins.

"W-Who are you?" you asked with a timid voice.

The cloaked figure took a step forward and the moonlight coming out of the small window illuminated his face.

Maglor.

"No need to fear me, My Lady. I've come to take you to your Alphas." he said with a soft voice which made you relax. He extended his hand for you and you take it slowly, letting him help you stand. "Alright, now be very quiet. Okay?" you nod and follow him out of the cell.

After some time of turning and climb upstairs, you two finally outside. A relief sigh fell from your lips as you feel the gentle wind brush your face. Taking a deep breath, you smelled the familiar smoky scent of your alphas. You turn your head to the side and saw Amrod and Amras standing by their horses looking at you.

"Alphas!" you whisper as you run to their warm embrace, hugging them with all your strength. Fat tears fell from your eyes, glad to be again in your alphas arms.

"Y/n... Oh, Eru! We missed you so much!" Amras whisper, peppering your face with kisses, make you giggle gently.

Amrod cups your cheeks softly and turns you to him, his grey eyes shining with tears. "Forgive us, my love! I promise that we won't let you be hurt never again!" he leans down and captures your lips in a gentle kiss, making you moan quietly.

You pull apart and smile at them. "There's nothing to forgive. It wasn't your fault, my alphas." You said as you cup both their cheeks.

They nod and Amras help you climb to his horse, sitting behind you. Amrod also climbs to his horse and then looks down at his older brother.

"Thank you, Maglor. We are in debt with you!" he said.

Maglor smiled and shook his head. "No need for that, Amrod. Now go before our lovely brothers find out."

Amras frown to his brother. "You won't come with us?" he asked.

Maglor shook his head. "No, I have to calm the storm that will come," he said softly. "Ride north. There you will find Haleth's tribe, you may find a place to call home there."

The twins nod and said their goodbyes to their brother, thanking him one more time. Amras put his horse in trot, Amrod following close behind, and with that, you three rode north in search of Haleth's tribe.

Hey Guys!!! Here's a new chapter of Bonded!!! There's one last chapter left! Also, would you guys like it if I write a mini-series of Maglor's tragic story?

I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

SUSPENDED by Alan Swyer

About to head off to conduct an interview, Pete Tarcher winced when a call came from his soon-to-be ex-. “How busy are you?” Suzanne asked before Tarcher even had a chance to say hello.

“Very. I've got a crew meeting me in Burbank.”

“Tell 'em you need to reschedule.”

“Because?”

“Jeremy's about to be suspended from school.”

“Let me call you from the car.”

Driving west toward Santa Monica, Tarcher listened uncomfortably via Bluetooth while Suzanne briefed him about their son's predicament. Then he asked an even more uncomfortable question. “Sure he wants me involved?”

“He thinks the world of you.”

“Sure has a funny way of showing it.”

“Kids take sides when their parents are going through divorce. Plus –”

“Yeah?”

“How'd you get on with your Dad when you were that age?”

“How well do he and I get on today?”

“I rest my case,” replied Suzanne.

After hanging up, Tarcher found himself contemplating the ways in which he and his son were different yet had much in common. Whereas Tarcher, proud of his New Jersey roots, was willfully outspoken and, when necessary, eager to get in someone's face, Jeremy was very much SoCal: soft-spoken with a winning kind of shyness, except when playing baseball, where he was a smiling assassin.

It was athletics that had long served as the primary bond between father and son, with Tarcher spending countless hours mentoring Jeremy in sport after sport. Though soccer, basketball, and football were part of his early years, it was always baseball that took precedence. Initially that meant Tarcher playing catch before school, pitching Wiffle balls to Jeremy in the backyard, and hitting ground balls to him at different parks. Once Jeremy turned nine, frequent trips to a local batting cage known as Slamo were added.

It was at Slamo where Jeremy, whose classmates, post-Little League, embraced computer games rather than team sports, formed friendships with kids who shared his zeal. That in turn opened the door to travel teams. The ensuing tournaments, first across Southern California, then farther away as well, often requited overnight stays, intensifying the ties between father and son.

Upon entering high school, Jeremy promptly had an experience that mirrored one from Tarcher's youth. While getting ready for fall baseball practice on a Tuesday afternoon, Jeremy was confronted by two vatos who were in the process of shaking him down when into the locker room stepped Junior Hernandez, co-captain of the team by day and reputed gang member.

“What the fuck you doin'?” screamed Junior when he saw what was happening.

“Be cool,” replied one of the toughs. “The motherfucker's white.”

“White or not, he's my teammate!” snarled Junior, ready to do some serious ass-kicking.

That, in a different sport was a reenactment of what happened to Tarcher, whose savior was Victor Washington, captain of the basketball team and heavyweight Golden Gloves boxing champ of New Jersey.

In another way as well, Jeremy followed in his father's path. To gain acceptance from his teammates and other in-groups, he assumed a double-life: a wild and crazy jock who, without calling much attention, happened to be in the school's Honors Program.

One person not fooled by Jeremy's protective coloration was his freshman English teacher, Ms. Vaughn, who was also the adviser to the school paper. Recognizing a talent that he himself might have otherwise not acknowledge, when Jeremy misbehaved in class one day, she issued an ultimatum: serve a week's detention, which would mean missing fall practice, or join the newspaper staff. Starting as second-string sportswriter, Jeremy rose to sports editor by his junior year, which yielded a peculiar series of omissions. Since reporters were not allowed to mention themselves in their stories, as Jeremy progressed from the youngest member of the varsity to its star, the sports pages carried more and more tales of game-winning hits, and shutouts thrown, with no mention of the player responsible for the heroics.

Little surprise that by his senior year, Jeremy requested, then demanded, a transition from sports to features, which inevitably led to the call from Suzanne that had Tarcher racing across town. 

Pulling into a visitor's spot in the high school parking lot, Tarcher walked purposefully toward the administration building. He nodded to a security guard he knew from attending countless baseball games, then to a couple of students he recognized, before stepping into the principal's outer office. There he immediately received a frown from his son, who was seated unhappily on a wooden bench.

“You don't have to be here,” Jeremy grumbled.

“I don't do anything because I have to,” answered Tarcher. “I'm here because I want to be. And for the record, it was your Mom who called me.”

Without another word, Tarcher approached the reception desk. “Pete Tarcher for Anne Marceau,” he announced to the woman there.

“She's expecting you?”

“You bet.”

The receptionist picked up the phone and spoke softly for a moment, then faced Tarcher and pointed. “She's –”

“I know,” said Tarcher. As he headed toward the appropriate door, out stepped a well- dressed black woman who smiled.

“I just saw the film you made about the criminal justice system in San Diego,” Anne Marceau stated with a smile.

“If you're trying to butter me up,” replied Tarcher, “this is not the time.”

“Come in,” said the principal, ushering Tarcher into her office, then closing the door and motioning for him to take a seat. “How much about this situation do you know?”

“Let's assume I know nothing, so you can start at the beginning.”

Anne Marceau took a deep breath. “You're aware of your son's article?”

“Like I said, assume I know nothing.”

“Jeremy wrote an extended piece about a day in the life of a tagger here at school.”

“Was it informative? Well-written?”

“Not the point,” insisted Ms Marceau. “Aside from the fact that tagging is gang-related –”

“Not always –”

“Largely. This is something I know a lot about.”

“And I just fell off the turnip truck?” countered Tarcher. “Which one of us created the LA County Teen Court system?”

“Then you know what a scourge graffiti is.”

“I also know that street art is the most exciting form of artistic expression today.”

Anne Marceau took a deep breath. “You're not being sympathetic.”

“While you threaten to suspend my son? What exactly do you want?”

Anne Marceau stood and paced for a moment before again addressing Tarcher. “For Jeremy to divulge the name of the tagger who's anonymous in his article.”

“And if not, he's suspended?”

Anne Marceau nodded.

“So you're telling me that Jeremy will wind up with a black mark that could influence not merely the colleges that are recruiting him, but also the pro scouts who have been coming to see him play.”

“There are consequences in this world.”

“Want to talk about consequences?” Tarcher asked, rising to his feet. “Ever heard the word retribution?”

“I-I'm not sure I follow.”

“Didn't you say just a little while ago that tagging was gang-related?”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

“Let's suppose the guy Jeremy followed is a gang member. Think he's going to shrug if outed? Take it in stride? Turn the other cheek? You're talking about putting my son in harm's way!”

“No need to raise your voice,” said Ms Marceau warily.

“Oh, yeah? Tell me what point you're trying to make.”

“That there's a lesson to be learned.”

“And that lesson is that it's okay to be a rat?”

Anne Marceau cringed. “That's not the way I see it.”

“I don't care if you see it as red, green, purple, or blue. That's the message you're sending. So please listen to me carefully. There's no way in the world you're going to force my son to become a rat. Are we clear? I mean 100 percent clear?”

Anne Marceau took a moment to gather herself. “Okay,” she then said. “I'll consider your point. Are we done?”

“No such luck. How about something called freedom of the press? That doesn't figure into this?”

“I-I think you're making more of this than necessary.”

“Am I?” asked Tarcher. “How do you think the LA Times will respond if they hear about this? Or the local news stations? Or maybe it could even go national.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I don't threaten. I take action. As you pointed out, I make documentaries. Know what? That gives me far better and far different access than if I were, say, an orthodontist, a car mechanic, or a lifeguard.”

“You're making me very uncomfortable.”

“Well guess what,” said Tarcher. “I'm just getting started. Here's the really awkward news. Much of what I do is muckraking. Get my drift?”

“I-I'm not sure.”

“Then let me explain. It might be really interesting to make a documentary about a school that prides itself on teaching kids about their rights, then punishes them when they use 'em.”

“Mr. Tarcher –”

“I'm not finished yet. Here's what's going to happen. If my son is suspended, the first thing I'm going to do is reward him with a trip. Maybe Catalina while he's missing school. Or even better, Hawaii. Understood?”

“Pete –”

“Then I'm going to use every resource at my disposal to make the world aware of what transpired, as well as who's behind it.”

“Please –”

“Next, I'm going to explore what other students have had their freedom of expression abridged. Why? Because the more I think about it, the more I can see a documentary like this appealing to Netflix, or HBO, or maybe PBS.”

Anne Marceau sighed. “What exactly do you want?”

“You're an intelligent women. What exactly do you think I want?”

Still seated on the wooden bench in the outer office, Jeremy looked up as his father emerged from Anne Marceau's office. “So?” he asked.

Tarcher eyed his son for a moment, then spoke. “Let's just say that Koufax is still the greatest lefty ever, Greg Maddox the best righty, and Tony Oliva the best natural hitter.”

“That's all?”

“And the sun will come up tomorrow morning.”

With that, Tarcher headed toward the door, only to have his son follow.

“Wait,” said Jeremy. “I-I don't know what to say.”

“Then maybe it's best to say nothing.”

Jeremy took a moment to reflect before speaking. “Thanks,” he then offered.

“For?”

“Coming. And helping. And being my dad.”

“I'm here when you need me.”

“I know,” stated Jeremy. “But that doesn't mean I'm not still upset at you.”

Tarcher studied his son for a moment, then smiled. “Likewise.”

Back on the freeway, Tarcher couldn't help by think about the contrast between his professional and personal experiences. Because he made documentaries – about the criminal justice system, Eastern spirituality in the Western world, breakthroughs in the treatment of diabetes, and even boxing – most people assumed that he was showing the world as it is. Yet Tarcher knew full well that with his films he could exercise significant control thanks to the people he chose to interview, the questions he asked them, and above all the choices he made during the editing process by sequencing and selecting the sound bytes used.

In real life, in contrast, control ranged from minimal to none.

That made real life – and especially his life – infinitely harder.

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,260

Tw: This chapter is just all smut🧍‍♂️ (hardcore, daddy kink, safe word but never used, call while fucking, crying, dom!leon, crying reader, pulling out method, creampie on the stomach—not inside, cry about it/j. imagine writing 2.2k words with only smut lmfao)

Summary: After the training, Leon made his moves and manhandles you in bed while in a call with your father. Be sure not to make any noises. 🧍‍♂️

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You squirm to his touch, his weight on you as you whine for him to get off. “Leon…” his name left from your pretty little lips, “I’m here…” he spoke softly, his breath tickling against your skin. He place soft kisses from your neck, nibbling then biting hard.

You jolt, like the electricity went through your body. Soft choked moans got out, he growls—sucking your skin, his hands travel down to the curve of your waist, holding your hips down and drawing circle. He sharply inhales and switch to the right side of your neck, placing gentle kisses then to your jaw.

Arousal pool in your underwear, you try to squeeze your legs together but it’s his hips that’s been keeping them apart. His cock screaming from the confinement of his pants, his shirt and jeans felt a little too tight as he use one hand to unbutton two more of his polo and remove the belt from his jeans.

You could feel him as hard as a metal, you grind against his hardness to get some friction. “Please…” you choke, “hm, please what?” he teases, leaning back and pulling your legs to him, “come on, your daddy taught you words, no? Use them, baby.” He coos, leaning down again as his hands found its way to the hem of your sweater and lifts it slowly, finding consent if you wanted this. He easily took it off, you’re wearing lace blue bra, it matches the color of his eyes.

He chuckle at the color and grab your right left tits, “cute.” He mutter, you mewl and support yourself up by your elbow but quickly got pushed down by Leon. “Stay down, princess.” He warns.

He massage and circle around to your perked up nipple, “you like this?” he asked, his tone low and seducing as you desperately nod in response, he grins as he remove the strap and toss the fabric of your chests confinement somewhere in the room as he leans and kisses it first then suck on it.

You jolt and arch your back, softly moaning as you lift your hand and caress the back of his hair. He grins against your chest and gently nibble on your sensitive nipple, making you gasp and choke on your moan, “you still haven’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He hums against your chest, he looks up to see your lewd and pleasing expression.

You nodded but too embarrassed to say the exact words, “come on, baby. Use your fucking words.” He said and gave your ass a slap, then squeezing it. You yelp, “y-yes!” you stammer, he hums as he retreat his mouth from your chest—bruise and red.

He made his way, kissing down from your chest, stomach to your abdomen and your clothed cunt. He brought down your pants that’s been restricting your poor numb, he saw glints of your underwear.

You look down to see what is he eyeing and you feel more arouse when he’s admiring your soaked cunt, “Leon… Stop staring.” He chuckle at your remark, he hums and wrap his finger around the waistband and pulled it down, “hope you don’t mind.” You feel a cold air hit your naked cunt, your legs closing as Leon held it and keep them open.

“Don’t close,” he said, burying his face to your cunt without warning, you groan and let out a pornographic moan as he started to lick your sensitive bud and finger your hole. “oh, god, Leon!” you scream, his nose breathing against your clit, shaking his head lightly so he could give it some friction. Letting your arousal pool down as he tongue fuck and finger fuck you, he could feel you pulse around his tongue.

You grind against his face, chasing your high as you feel a warm and hot feeling from your abdomen—his strong hands keeping your legs apart as much as you want to close it as you come undone, he pulls his face and kept his fingers inside you—working his magic.

You spoke nonsense, a mix of curses and please, “you like that, hm? Naughty princess.” He chuckle and plunge his fingers knuckle deep inside, “fuck!” you curse as you grab a hold of his wrist, trying to push it away but you couldn’t. His hold is too strong and you felt too weak and aroused to even fight it.

“You close, sweetheart?” he asked, you nodded, desperately wanting to come to his fingers coated with your white stickiness. “Such a fucking good girl, you wouldn’t want your father to think that you’re such a whore hm? Panting on my fingers, fucking your bodyguard…” he teased, you feel so hot and bothered, tears starts flowing and coming down your cheeks.

Even if it’s just his fingers, it felt too much and how much you desperately want to finish on his fingers—the sound it makes is so loud as you finally felt near, “yes!” you yelp, but felt the sudden emptiness when Leon pulled his fingers out. “Fuck!” you choke and whined.

You sob at the lost of your release as you watch Leon unzip his pants, pulled it down just to his hip and release the built up frustration of his dick, painfully throbbing as if it was showing its gratitude to be freed from it’s tight confinement.

Your guess was fucking right, he is well-endowed. Fuck, you don’t think it’ll fit.

Leon pumps himself, his head back and softly moaning—gripping to his cock tightly and his hand moving with urgency, he place the tip to your slit. Teasing as he move his hips up and down, bumping to your clit—making you shudder and mewl. He fist his cock again, slap his dick and prepare to force it in, but you quickly grab a hold of his wrist. Swallowing your saliva and your breathing became heavy, you could almost hear your heart pounding.

“Scared?” he asked, you nodded, “I don’t think it’ll fi—” you shudder and screamed when Leon got his tip in and plunged deep into your cunt. Tears flow and drag down to your cheeks, your legs trembling and your insides pulsing and gripping to his cock.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.” He tease, you spout random gibberish words—trying to take his cock in. Your cunt adjusting to his size, like it’s molding to his shape. “Fuck, so tight. Tight as a fucking virgin.” He hiss, “this your first time?” he raised a brow which you obviously nodded quickly in response.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you got the best cock of your life.” He remarks and slowly retreat, leaving his tip only inside. Then plunging it right in, you hiss with pain and pleasure as his tip is fucking kissing your cervix.

“Fuck, Leon!”

“That’s right, baby. Scream my name, you don’t know how long I wanted to do this so I could fuck the bratness out of you from a few days ago.” He grunts, snapping his hips against yours—knowing completely that it’s your first time and he’s being rough, “I forgot,” grin is spreading from his lips, “what’s your safe word, baby? Tell me…” he asked, you just moaned—too full of his cock hammering your insides.

You asked yourself where the fuck did he get a third leg, “r-r-r…!” you stammer your words, his dick obviously hitting you so good, “speak up!” he plunges deep, making you scream. Grabbing both of your legs and placing them of his shoulders—his hands pulling your wrist, he manhandles you like your pussy is some fleshlight.

Your eyes widens, back arch and toe curling—your gummy walls gripping to his length as you made out a word, “red!” you finally said, Leon hums and pulls to thrust back in gently. “Wasn’t so bad, hm?” he coos, he leans with your legs over his shoulder—your position in a mating press which got you choke and moan loudly, making his length reach deep inside you that you never knew.

“T-Too much…” you sob, “I know, but you can take it.” He encourage—his lips kissing your jaw, softly letting a groan slip from his lips as he thrust inside you, you think he’s giving you a breather after getting fucked like there’s no tomorrow. You close your eyes and mewl at each of his thrust.

His hips angle to certain direction to make you have a reaction, you feel that familiar release again. But he’s moving too slow that it pains you.

“L-Leon…”

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“M-Move… please.” He grins to your words, “good girl.” He pulls, his hands at the back of your thigh. Your knees reach at each side of your cheeks as Leon starts to snap his hips against you, his balls hitting your anal hole and he’s deep inside. Making you mewl and cry, choking on your moans and sobbing to the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Been such a good girl for me…” he praises, “don’t be a brat again, hm?” he leans and kisses your lashes, you nod, “oh, god yes… Oh, daddy.” Your words made Leon stop, you just pant with sweat rolling down your forehead and how you whine at the sudden stop, “daddy?” he repeat.

“I never knew you’re into that, but I’ll play along.” He chuckles and flop down one of your leg while the other is still almost reaching your ear, “scream for daddy, doll.” He said and resume his brutal pace.

“you”—thrust— “hear”—thrust— “ that?”—thrust—

He asked while thrusting hard each and every word, you feel so sore and a white ring starts to draw from Leon’s length. You cry at the overstimulation that you’re starting to feel, “come on, baby. Come on my fucking dick.” He grit between his teeth, he feel your walls clamp into him tight, he let out a shudder and a soft curse, “oh, fuck…”

You came undone, but Leon is nowhere but finish.

Vrooo—

The sound of Leon’s phone vibrating, a call incoming. Leon took his phone and look at the number, you thought he’ll drop the call but he didn’t. He picked it up and put it beside his ear and resume drilling his length inside of you, making you gasp and choke back a moan. Refraining one word to come out from your lips.

The voice from the other side of the line was familiar since Leon put it on speaker, your heart drop when you learn that the voice is from your father.

“Yes, sir.” Leon hisses, groaning. “It’s nothing, I just bruised myself.” He made up an excuse, but he really is just drilling another hole inside your hole. You covered your mouth with both of your hands, muffling moans every hard thrust Leon makes.

“Your daughter?” Leon turn to you, “yeah, she’s with me.” He grins, you shake your head and begged him to not make you say something to your father, “oh, no. She’s sounds asleep, can’t wake her up or else she’ll kick me out.” He joke with your father, his pace slowing down as his free hand capture two of your wrist. Pulling you close and fucking you to oblivion with nothing to cover your mouth with.

You bit your lower lip, threw your head back and hope for the best that you wouldn’t moan a single thing—just tiny little grunts and sobs, Leon could hear it but it wasn’t loud enough to hear.

Leon put himself to mute and lean down to capture your lips, pulling you in a fiercely kiss. Desperation and lust as he devours your lips whole, you could hear your father venting.

“B-But what about…” Leon hushes you before you could continue, “don’t worry, I made sure to put myself in mute.” He assured and got back to making you come your orgasm the second time, you heard what your father is saying.

“She’s my only child, you know? I am so glad that she’s warming up to you, Leon.”

You moaned loudly when Leon flip you over and plunge deep.

“I know I did something that I shouldn’t have done that made her resent me, I know. I’m a bad husband, but I’m trying to be a better father.”

Your eyes rolling up, too much pleasure that Leon is giving you—you sob and whine at him to slow down and be gentle but he didn’t, he was addicted to what sound your cunt is making when getting fucked by his dick.

“I’m trying to be better… for her.”

There was a long pause, Leon listen to his words but very much focus on pushing you to your limit. “fuck, baby. Daddy’s near.” He hiss, he buried himself to the crook of your neck, making small but fast thrust, making your legs give out and numb. Your tears dry and your voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Thank you for listening to me talk, Leon. Please, look after my little girl.”

The call ended.

Leon pulled out from your puffy red cunt and fist himself and release himself to your stomach, both covered in sweat and panting for air.

Your eyelids were heavy and you become sleepy, your whole body trembling from the pleasure and your hole clenching to over nothing—but you sure did heard what your father just confessed in a call.

“Sleep well, princess. I’ll take care of you.” Leon assured and kissed your temple.

You close your eyes and nod at Leon’s words, but you do know one thing before diving into your slumber.

That your father is a bad husband, but tries to be a good father.

Next Chapter>>>

A proposal for a Worldbuilding Project: Super Pulp Heroes (Marvel + DC + Assorted Pulp Heroes)

Some years ago, DC released an imprint dubbed First Wave, a line of books that mixed classic Pulp Heroes (Doc Savage, the Spirit etc.) with modified versions of some of their pulpier superheroes, ala Batman, the Blackhawks, etc. This project is an attempt to do something similar, but incorporating Marvel characters, Said DC and Marvel characters would probably have to be tweaked a bit to fit a pulp-y tone. Our setting is, ala Batman: The Animated Series, a weird timeless mash-up; men wear hats, cars have sideboards, the sky is full of Zeppelins, but people have cell phones, cable news is a thing, and gay people have rights. The Big War ended within living memory, and another is brewing, with tensions in Europe and brushfire conflicts in Asia. Bold explorers uncover lost and hidden places and knowledge filled with wonder and horror. America's cities are rife with crime and corruption, the rich getting richer while the poor numb themselves with drugs, booze, and bigotry. And there are darker things brewing; strange cults worshipping stranger gods with rituals of blood and sacrifice, mad geniuses discarding ethics and sanity seeking to learn Things Man Was Not Meant to Know to satisfy their own egos or line their own pockets, uncaring of the damage done by the horrors they unleash. It is in this milieu that extraordinary men and women from every walk of life, are putting on masks, picking up weapons, and hitting the streets to do what the authorities cannot or will not, and protect the innocent.

A tentative list of characters to be included:

DC: Batman, Blackhawks, Black Canary, Green Arrow, Sandman, Crimson Avenger, Blue Beetle, the Question, John Constantine?, Zatara/Zatanna?, Challengers of the Unknown?, Adam Strange?, Jonah Hex? Slam Bradley? Travis Morgan: Warlord? King Faraday? Human Target? Swamp Thing? Jon Valor the Black Pirate?

(I’d like to include Tom Strong, but his whole “born with the new century” thing makes it tricky to make him work in a timeless setting)

Marvel: Blade, the Bloodstones, Ka-Zar, Jessica Jones, Shanna the She-Devil, Black Panther, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Shang Chi, Daughters of the Dragon, Punisher, Black Widow, Nick Fury, Blonde Phantom? Ferret? Golden Age Angel? Golden Age Black Widow? Jann of the Jungle? Agents of Atlas? Man-Thing? Red Sonja?

(I’d like to include the FF, but they’re too superhero to fit)

Pulp: Doc Savage, The Spirit, the Shadow, the Avenger, Rima the Jungle Girl, the Green Hornet, the Phantom, Mandrake, Airboy, Indiana Jones, the Rocketeer, Tarzan, Hellboy, Lobster Johnson, Atomic Robo, Tintin, Jonny Quest and Co., Alan Quatermain? Modesty Blaise? Black Bat? Green Turtle? Miss Fury? Remo Williams? Zorro?, the Lone Ranger?, The Men from U.N.C.L.E.? Steed and Mrs. Peel? Doctor Syn?, Terry Lee?, Scarlet Pimpernel? Operator No. 5?, Domino Lady? Captain Midnight?, Mack Bolan?, Shaft?, Coffy?, Sherlock Holmes? Sheena: Queen of the Jungle?, Flash Gordon?, G-8?, Buck Rogers?, John Carter?, Dick Tracy?, Captain Midnight?, Vampirella?, Athena Voltaire?, Lara Croft?, Conan?, the Spider?, Sam Spade?, the Continental Op? Philip Marlowe? James Bond? Prince Valiant?

I’m welcome to suggestions for additions

(Question marks are a combo of not sure if they're important enough to add, not sure if they fit, not sure I know enough about 'em to do 'em justice, or some combo thereof) 

I’ve got a bunch of questions and ideas for discussion I will present if anyone is interested, of which I will start with the following:

-Most of the characters can be squeezed into the timeless period relatively easily, but quite a few are tied to specific past or future eras, and I’m not sure what to do with them. One is to have multiple Timeless areas, so, say...the Lone Ranger, Sherlock Holmes, the Scarlet Pimpernel, Zorro, Jon Valor, Doctor Syn, Alan Quatermain and Tarzan all lived in the same era. Or that Adam Strange, Gullivar Jones, John Carter, Buck Rogers, and Flash Gordon can all interact.

-For purposes of encouraging interaction, I propose we do we away with fictionopolises so, say the Spirit and Green Hornet live in Chicago, not “Center City“, Batman and Black Canary live in New York, not “Gotham City“, etc.

-The enemy in the last war was Hydra. The people who are going to be the enemy in the next one are the Circle Trigonists. Alternately, the other way ‘round.

-Not sure how to make characters like Airboy who need the war to be happening RN to work. Also not sure to have both Hellboy and Lobster Johnson around at the same time.

-How do we want to distinguish Yellow Claw, Shiwan Khan, the Insidious Fu Manchu and any other Yellow Peril villains from each other?

-Speaking of, how do we deal with the fact that lots of these characters either are, or have associated with them, racist stereotypes?

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Dated: 19 September, 1970Location: Outside of Sheffield, England✖ - a repressed memory

“I was a small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure.”

They said that he was a doctor. They were always doctors, exotic medicine men and women from across the globe, filled with empty promises costing the family a small fortune over the long and lonely years. Remus had apparated with his father to the home of this particular healer, clinging to the man’s robes as they appeared outside a small home in the countryside. They were surrounded by a dense, unfriendly woods as they approached a thick, heavily-bolted door in the setting sunlight. 

The man that greeted them smelled strongly of smoke and harsh chemicals, his long hair falling in front of his face as he spoke with Remus’ father, his eyes drifting to the small boy by his father’s legs with unmasked curiously. Hasty words were exchanged, and Remus found himself standing alone in a small, dimly lit area minutes later, the majority of the windows in the room boarded-up from the inside. It appeared to be a storage room, the shelves around him stacked high with glass bottles containing clotted, uneven liquid, some a rich golden in color, others smooth and a bright, glowing blue. A couple bubbled in their containers, and even more swirled a mysterious smoke, clouding the rounded glass walls with beads of moisture. They intrigued Remus, and he wanted to move closer to the wall, open the strange containers and unlock their curious little secrets, though he knew not to. He wasn’t allowed to move from the spot he was assigned, the young boy careful to do as he was told without question.

Remus’ frail bones ached from the pull of the waxing moon, the power that the milky-white orb held over the child stronger than he ever dared to admit, feeling each and every magnetic tug with a lurch of his stomach and a shiver on his skin. He wanted nothing more than to be back in the familiar comfort of his home with his mother, sitting on the edge of the counter as she busied herself with dinner, smiling as if nothing made her happier than to listen to the imaginative stories that he would create as he eagerly stirred a dish for her. 

The women couldn’t go to visit the healers with her husband after the first few times. The young boy recalled an instance when she had interrupted a harsh wizard’s practices with her cries, and the strange way that the man had shouted at her in return, resulting in his father taking him roughly in his arms, pulling his wife and child far away from the wicked man without another word. He hadn’t said anything, but the six year old had learned quickly that the strange healers didn’t like crying, and that doing so would only make the night longer.

The sound of a heavy door creaking open brought Remus back to the present, as he looked back at the healer, eyes wide and face painfully young in the dim light. Heavy steps sounded on the floorboards, and he held his breath, eyes trained down as the man cleared the distance between them in just a couple of large paces, coming to a stop in front of the thin boy who sat perfectly still and well-mannered in the quiet room. Fleetingly, Remus wondered what kind of healer this man called himself. 

One particular Greek wizard had believed that a werewolf deprived of sleep and subjected to long periods of strenuous activity in the days before a transformation would cure the exhausted werewolf of it’s curse, though this had only lead to an extraordinarily painful transformation, as the wolf wrecked havoc on the young, further weakened boy, bringing him nearer to death than he had ever been before. 

There were pale, raised marks on the inside of each of his palms, reminders of the dark-haired witch who had promised deliverance at the end of a long, silver nail, driven into his palms under a new moon. He had stood at alters and echoed the ancient words of dark priests, been forced to drink strange and bitter concoctions administered by crazed alchemists with wicked eyes, and been doused with boiling potions that did nothing but burn his skin under chilly, moonlit skies, all promising fictitious salvation from the wolf demon inside.

He had been spared from some of the most malicious treatments that he had read about, the theories preached by Sicilian wizards with bloodstained hands, advocating the practice of piercing young boys deeply with silver knives to release the hold that the wolf had over the child, the drained blood essential in purifying the victim. They were ghastly and grim, only for the helpless few desperate enough to try anything for a cure, standing alone and with nothing left to lose.

Each evening had begun with hope, the words of the healers strong and confident as they spoke of separating child from beast, of making him whole once more. His father sought after ever remedy possible and clung to their flimsy promises with little hesitance, unable to content himself with his son’s condition without them, the guilt associated with it too strong to cope. This truth, of course, was unknown to the boy, leaving Remus to come up with other reasons as to why his father had such a difficult time facing him on some evenings, and went pale and turned to a bottle when the full moon rose and Remus continued to transformed despite his treatments. Since they had all failed, a young Remus began to believe that he would always be less than whole, the bond with the beast that these men and women sought so strongly to destroy too much a part of him now to be broken. The wolf clung to his heart, scars too deeply cut and claws too deeply imbedded to be torn away without killing them both, he knew.

The healer stood tall next to Remus’ frail frame, the young boy silent and still in front of him, feeling not unlike an animal in a cage. The man grasped the young werewolf’s face with a firm grip, his cold, rough touch leaving the boy shaking, Remus’ eyes trained down as the man muttered to himself— dark, frightening words. 

“What is your given name?” The man finally spoke, addressing the boy at last with cold, calculating eyes.

“Remus.” The boy responded.

“Are you educated?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

“Interesting… Show me the initial bite wound.” The man continued, dropping his arm to take hasty notes in a long, slanted scrawl.

With shaking hands, Remus paled, allowing himself to hesitate for only a short moment before obeying the man’s orders and unbuttoning his shirt carefully. Beneath the thin fabric lay a map of grisly scars, telling a grim story clearer than any haphazard words could explain. The young boy turned, pulling aside the fabric quickly to show the man the long, ragged scar that stood clearer than the rest despite it’s age.

“Fascinating…” The man murmured as he lifted a hand to the fabric, roughly tugging it aside and off Remus’ bony shoulder to reveal more of the boy’s skin. His eyes scanned the boy mercilessly, bringing a hand up to the faded marks and running a finger along the ridges, pressing on some areas and glancing back up to the boy’s face as he did so, as if to judge for a reaction that the child wouldn’t dare give.

“My grandfather adhered to a series of practices that he believed to be successful in curing a victim of lycanthropy.” He spoke at last, removing his hand from the boy and shifting to take a few more notes. “While some of his methods were old-fashioned, the basic principle is what I’ve carried on through my modifications.

”Moving towards a wooden desk, the man opened a lower drawer, carefully pulling out a short, intricately decorated silver blade, the head of a wolf carved onto the end of the wooden handle. Moving towards the boy, he ran the knife between his fingers, licking his lips before coming to rest on his knees, meeting the eyes of the young child at last. “Have you ever heard of any Sicilian wizards in your education, wolf?

”Tight-lipped and silent, Remus remembered trying very hard not to cry, forcing himself to emulate his father’s strength and focusing instead on keeping as quiet as possible for the rest of the long, monstrous evening. They said that he was a doctor, but Remus felt far from healed.

SO! i finally beat trails of cold steel 3!!! and i couldn’t just leave myself hanging on that cliffhanger like that so i went and bought sen 4 like and idiot with zero regrets. but it’ll take a couple of weeks and i’m not done with all this trails hype SO instead i’m just gonna share some of my most favorite songs from all the games!

Trails in the Sky FC:

rock on the road (evo version)

sophisticated fight

secret green passage (evo version)

wandering in the darkness

peace given by darkness

ancient makes

Trails in the Sky SC

silver will, golden wings

strepitoso fight

infiltration

hamel

fateful confrontation

floating city “liber ark”

gravestone struck by lightning

the merciless savior (evo version)

the whereabouts of bonds

Trails in the Sky 3rd 

the stone of recluse

the garden of recluse

the circular corridor

beard the lion in its den (evo version) (yeah, i don’t get the name either)

a faint glitter of light

Zero no Kiseki 

CSPD - Crossbell State Police Department

geofront

mainz mining town

intense chase

limit break (evo version)

ancient pulsation

Ao no Kiseki

silence in the sunlight filtering through the trees (evo version)

signs of unusual incident

elie’s screaming roller coaster (evo version)

unexpected emergency

miss you

descent of the god’s machine

truth of a rainy day

unfathomed force (fun fact! the opening note is the exact pitch i scream whenever i battle against... her)

Trails of Cold Steel

investigation

into the abyss

heimdallr, the vermillion capital

castle of the saint

to grasp tomorrow

unknown threat

i miss you

Trails of Cold Steel II

still countryside

awakening

the witch of the abyss

altina

transcend beat

blue destination

E.O.V. (listen. i’m a choir kid. i’m an absolute sucker for operatic elements)

i’ll remember you

reverie corridor

Trails of Cold Steel III (oh shit this one’s gonna have waaaay too much...) (also, potential spoilers)

Einhel Keep

parm, the spinning town

hamel -remains- 

step ahead

lift-off!

alley of silence

the caged crossbell

unplanned residue (i like how there are elements of arc en ciel’s performance in here)

between the forgotten phantasm -sen version- (i’m so happy they kept the same music!!!)

brilliant escape (i’ve never fallen in love with a song as much as this one!!!)

doomsday trance

spiral of erebos

tragedy

mourning refrain

god i can’t wait to play sen 4 now!!!

anyhoo, thanks for checking this out! i fucking LOVE this series. i’ve never played a game series that had such incredibly detailed story, world-building, and characters, the best turn-based combat system that i’ve ever seen, and with such awesome music to top it all off! 

anyhoo, i got some bonus stuff here which i don’t think a lot of kiseki fans have ever heard before so i just want to stick it in here

tracks which turn out to have vocals:

a faint glitter of light

more closer (how to walk in liberl)

kohaku no ai (sung by takehito koyasu, olivier’s voice actor)

itsumo omou koto (grancel)

maybe it was fated (fateful confrontation)

also, because i’m a fucking huge agate fankid, it turns out agate has his own theme music! (it’s actually really pretty...)

Dragon Dive ~The "A" in Agate is for Akage~

It’s been a while since the Top 10 religion and comics installments, and I’ve been meaning to post a number of other comics that didn’t make it into that list but are still worth mentioning in passing. No commentary on these apart from the official blurbs. As always, YMMV reading these.

Testament

Creators: Douglas Rushkoff & Liam Sharp Publisher: Vertigo (DC Comics) Date: 2006-2008

From the imagination of best-selling author Douglas Rushkoff, one of the most iconoclastic and acclaimed minds of our era, comes a graphic novel series that exposes the “real” Bible as it was actually written, and reveals how its mythic tales are repeated today. Grad student Jake Stern leads an underground band of renegades that uses any means necessary to combat the frightening threats to freedom that permeate the world. They employ technology, alchemy, media hacking and mysticism to fight a modern threat that has its roots in ancient stories destined to recur in the modern age.

Chosen (American Jesus)

Creators: Mark Millar & Peter Gross Publisher: Image Comics Date: 2009

From the writer of the Universal hit, Wanted, comes his next graphic novel on the way to becoming a feature film! American Jesus Volume 1: Chosen follows a twelve-year-old boy who suddenly discovers he’s returned as Jesus Christ. He can turn water into wine, make the crippled walk, and, perhaps, even raise the dead! How will he deal with the destiny to lead the world in a conflict thousands of years in the making?

The 99

Creators: Naif Al-Mutawa Publisher: Teshkeel Comics Date: 2007-2014

Young heroes gain superhuman abilities when they bond with 99 powerful gemstones. These Noor Stones were forged from the destruction of ancient Baghdad to preserve the wisdom of the ages, and were lost for centuries, but they are being found, one-by-one…

Vampirella Strikes

Creators: Tom Sniegoski & Johnny D. Publisher: Dynamite Entertainment Date: 2013

For years, the raven-haired heroine Vampirella has hunted the world’s supernatural threats, all the while fighting back her own bloodthirsty nature. After a night out in Boston leads to particularly brutal violence, she seeks comfort in her Brownstone home… but discovers the most unexpected surprise of all. Angels have been sent to her by God — and they come asking for help! Enter Janus, a former soldier in the legion of Heaven, who skirts the line between the damned and divine. Only a fallen angel can navigate Vampirella through the seedy, demon-run underworld, where she hopes to find the source of an addictive, body-altering drug derived from archangel blood. Will Vampirella’s mission redeem her… or will she uncover secrets so shocking that their discovery will damn her forever?

Loaded Bible: Jesus vs. Vampires

Creators: Tim Seeley, Nate Bellegarde & Mark Englert Publisher: Image Comics Date: 2006-2008

In the near future, nuclear Holy War has decimated North America and humanity’s last stronghold is the dome metropolis of New Vatican City. When vampires attack, the Church turns to a clone of Jesus Christ Himself to protect them! But all is not as it seems for the Test Tube Messiah, as he’s drawn into a web of betrayal, bloodshed, and seduction!

The Sisterhood

Creators: Christopher Golden, Tom Sniegoski, Wellinton Alves, & Andrew Dalhouse. Publisher: Archaia (BOOM! Studies imprint) Date: 2008

The Order of the Holy Sepulchre is an elite group of specially trained nuns, the world’s most powerful exorcists. But they don’t just get rid of the demons they exorcise…the Sisters draw the demons into themselves, using their own bodies as cages of flesh. If they die a natural death, the demons die with them, small pieces of the world’s evil gone forever. But if the Sisters should dies violently…the demons are released into the world again!

Now someone has sent assassins to kill the oldest of the sisters, releasing the captive demons out into the world. Eden Parish is assigned the task of discovering who is behind this massacre, and why. In her journey she will uncover dark secrets about the Order, and about their enemies. And the real reason behind all this murder.

Blankets

Creators: Craig Thompson Publisher: Top Shelf Productions Date: 2003

Blankets is the story of a young man coming of age and finding the confidence to express his creative voice. Craig Thompson’s poignant graphic memoir plays out against the backdrop of a Midwestern winterscape: finely-hewn linework draws together a portrait of small town life, a rigorously fundamentalist Christian childhood, and a lonely, emotionally mixed-up adolescence.

Under an engulfing blanket of snow, Craig and Raina fall in love at winter church camp, revealing to one another their struggles with faith and their dreams of escape. Over time though, their personal demons resurface and their relationship falls apart. It’s a universal story, and Thompson’s vibrant brushstrokes and unique page designs make the familiar heartbreaking all over again.

This groundbreaking graphic novel, winner of two Eisner and three Harvey Awards, is an eloquent portrait of adolescent yearning; first love (and first heartache); faith in crisis; and the process of moving beyond all of that. Beautifully rendered in pen and ink, Thompson has created a love story that lasts.

A Contract with God and other Tenement Stories

Creator: Will Eisner Date: 1978

This semi-autobiographical work captures with pen and ink the drama of the city and its all-too-human inhabitants. Set in the same Bronx neighborhood as later works Dropsie Avenue and A Life Force, the four stories that comprise the book – “A Contract With God”,”The Street Singer”, “The Super” and “Cookalein” – examine the world of immigrant life in New York City in the 1930s with a unique look at the emotion and character of its denizens.

Warrior Nun Areala

Creator: Ben Dunn Publisher: Antarctic Press Date: 1994-2002

Follows the exploits of Sister Shannon Masters who is part of a militant Catholic organisation, the Order of the Cruciform Sword, who protect Church and world from supernatural threats. Plays fast and loose with things Catholic the series still manages to portray characters with genuine faith, humility and the odd bit of theology.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Creator: Michael Mendheim; Mike Kennedy; Sean Jaffe; & Simon Bisley Publisher: Titan Comics Date: 2014

Raised by the ancient Order of Solomon, Adam Cahill is one of a rare handful of highly trained warriors bound by bloodline to guard the Seven Holy Seals that contain the End of Days.

But ageless forces have conspired towards a prophetic event foretold by numerous cultures and multiple religions… and when that cryptic date arrives, they strike against the order without mercy!

The Lone and Level Sands

Creator: A. David Lewis and mpMann Publisher: Archaia (Imprint of BOOM! Studios) Date: 2005

Pharaoh Ramses II hasn’t seen his long-lost cousin Moses in nearly forty years. Yet while pressed by the Hittites to the North and construction delays in the South, Ramses must make time for this ancient desert rascal, the long-ago mystery he represents, and the impossible demands of an alien deity. Drawing on the Bible, the Qur’an, and historical sources, writer A. David Lewis (Mortal Coils) and artist Marvin Perry Mann (Arcana Jayne) present a retelling of the Book of Exodus through the eyes of the man who is either its greatest leader or its worst villain: a man trying to rule wisely, love his family well, and deal justly in the face of a divine wrath.

Some New Kind of Slaughter, or Lost in the Flood (and How We Found Home Again)

Creator: mpMann & A. David Lewis Publisher: Archaia (Imprint of BOOM! Studios) Date: 2009

If there is one constant throughout most of Earth’s historical nations, cultures, and religions, it is the threat and the destruction of the Great Flood. In the wake of the recent Indian tsunami, Hurricane Katrina, and alarm over global warming, the award-winning creators of The Lone and Level Sands return to plumb the depths of the world’s great myths with this graphic novel exploring how this legendary fear may be more relevant now than ever before. Like Noah, sea-bound Ziusudra and other heroes across time must strive against the coming Floods and the baffling will of the gods.

Judas

Creator: Jeff Loveness & Jakub Rebelka Publisher: BOOM! Studios Date: 2009

Judas Iscariot journeys through life and death, grappling with his place in “The Greatest Story Ever Told,” and how much of his part was preordained. In a religion built on redemption and forgiveness, one man had to sacrifice himself for everyone…and it wasn’t Jesus.

Kismet: Man of Faith

Creator: A. David Lewis; Noel Tuazon; Rob Croonenborghs; Taylor Esposito; & Tyler Chin-Tanner Publisher: A Wave Blue World Date: 2018

Punching Nazis used to be more than a meme. In 1944, it was a vocation. And no one put his gloved fist in the faces of more fascists than the Man of Fate, the Algerian Operative, our man in Occupied France — Kismet.

Then, he disappeared. Gone without a trace…until now.

Back from beyond, Kismet finds a new world of gay rights, quantum physics, and computer technology along with the old evils of bigotry, greed, and ignorance at a crossroads. Twenty-first-century America needs more than a superhero. It needs an ally.

Religion and Comics – Wrap Up It's been a while since the Top 10 religion and comics installments, and I've been meaning to post a number of other comics that didn't make it into that list but are still worth mentioning in passing.

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Sentai Filmworks has revealed upcoming titles for it’s catalog in addition to it’s March 2021 home media slate the press release for each can be seen below:

Sentai announced today that it acquired distribution rights to the sci-fi psychological thriller series, pet. Sentai’s licensed territory includes the United States, Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, the Netherlands, Scandinavia and Nordic Countries, Spain, Portugal and Central and South America.

Hiroki and Tsukasa can manipulate the minds memories of anyone they target. With that power comes a dangerous prospect for those who wield it — madness or even erasure of a person’s entire self. And yet, an intense bond protects their psyches from corruption. But that bond is threatened when a powerful crime syndicate plots to exploit Hiroki and Tsukasa’s gifts to commit horrific crimes. Now they must do the unimaginable if they are to live to see one another again. Is the price of reunion a shattered mind and destruction of everything held dear?

The series is animated by Geno Studio (Kokkoku, Golden Kamuy) and produced by Twin Engine (VINLAND SAGA, Karakuri Circus). Takahiro Omori (Amnesia, Durarara!!) directs with Sadayuki Murai (Knights of Sidonia, Cowboy Bebop) providing series composition. The series stars Kisho Taniyama (High School of the Dead, Psychic Squad) as Tsukasa, Yuki Ono (Chihayafuru 2, Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun) as Satoru and Yasuyuki Kase (Perfect Insider, Soul Eater) as Hayashi. Newcomer Keisuke Ueda (The Royal Tutor, Pet stage play adaptation) stars as Hiroki.

Sentai announced today that it acquired home video rights to sci-fi anime series Cagaster of an Insect Cage for the United States, Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, Ireland, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Scandinavia, Central America and South America.

The year is 2125 AD. The world was decimated three decades earlier by a devastating pathogen that mutates humans into horrific — and horrifically deadly — giant insects called Cagasters. While on a scavenging mission, Kidow, an Exterminator trained to target and destroy Cagasters, encounters a young girl named Ilie and her father fleeing a vicious Cagaster attack. Kidow must make a fateful decision to deliver Ilie safely to her mother, but Ilie harbors secrets that could forever alter the course of human history.

Cagaster of an Insect Cage is produced by Studio KAI (7SEEDS, Super Cub, Phantasy Star Online 2: Episode Oracle) and directed by Koichi Chigira (Full Metal Panic!, LASTEXILE, The Tower of Druaga series). The series stars Yoshimasa Hosoya (Akame ga Kill!, Is it Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Megalo Box) as Kidow, Kana Hanazawa (IS: Infinite Stratos, Senryu Girl, The Garden of Words) as Ilie and Natsuki Hanae (Food Wars!, Outbreak Company, Demon Slayer) as Acht.

The series will be available on home video in March 2021.

 Sentai announced today that it acquired rights to Happy-Go-Lucky Days, a frank exploration of love, yearning and hidden desire. The feature length animated feature, a compilation of vignettes, is based on the works of Takako Shimura (Wandering Son). Sentai will distribute the picture in North America, Australia, New Zealand, the United Kingdom, Ireland, South Africa, Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Netherlands, Greenland, Faroe and Aland Islands, Scandinavia, Spain, Portugal, Central America and South America, including Latin America.

Happy-Go-Lucky Days tells three unique stories of young people in Japan from very different backgrounds but who all must grapple with changes, in mind, body and soul, on their bittersweet journey from adolescence. From a forbidden crush, to the wedding of a former lover, to the burgeoning feelings for a childhood friend, each scenario may differ, but they have one thing in common: These are universally frank stories of humanity that will touch the hearts of audiences everywhere.

Produced by LIDENFILMS (Love and Lies, The Heroic Legend of Arsland), Happy-Go-Lucky Days is directed by Takuya Sato (Kase-san and Morning Glories, Strawberry Marshmallow), who also penned the film’s screenplay alongside Yasunori Ide (We Never Learn: BOKUBEN) and Yoriko Tomita (Real Girl, Blood Blockade Battlefront & Beyond).

The series stars Kana Hanazawa (The Garden of Words, Senryu Girl) as Ecchan, Mikako Komatsu (Blue Spring Ride, My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU) as Aya-san, Takahiro Sakurai (Hatsukoi Limited, The Fruit of Grisaia) as Mr. Sawa, Seiichiro Yamashita (Girls Beyond the Wasteland, Orange) as Yagasaki-kun, Ibuki Kido (RE-KAN!, Blade Dance of the Elementalers) as Shin-chan, Kaori Ishihara (Waiting in the Summer, Kokoro Connect) as Mika-chan, Ai Fairouzi (Kandagawa Jet Girls, Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon) as Sayoko, Saori Hayami (Glasslip, anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day) as Yuri, Mutsumi Tamura (Tada Never Falls in Love, MADE IN ABYSS) as Yoriko-san and Nobunaga Shimazaki (My Love Story!!, Parasyte -the maxim-) as Tanabe-kun.

Happy-Go-Lucky Days will be available on HIDIVE on December 10, 2020 with a home video release and additional digital distribution to follow.

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