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cheollipop · 8 months

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So maybe I am just emotional but I am in the soft girl hours of the sleepover.

You know I love big, kinda dumb men that are in touch with their feelings, Song Mingi... Just imagine having a bad day, a rough week, or an okay month. It kind of seems like it's dragging on, and for the sake of holding on, you try to keep pushing forward. Today is not a push-forward day. Water overflowed in your bathroom; you have to turn the water off bc there's no off value to that pipe. You are a little behind on work, and the sites that you need are down, and the deadline is closer than you would like it to be. All you want is a warm shower and to curl into the covers until you forget what day it is. Mingi notices you slowly folding into yourself. It's difficult to be present with so much to worry about. So today he called just to check in. Through blurry eyes, you answer. Unable to hold the dam back any longer, you let out a soft sob, and he's throwing on his coat and snatching his keys off the counter to come get you.

Mingi stays on the phone with you until he climbs the stairs to your apartment. Opening the door to him, there are dried tear marks on your cheeks that you have failed to wipe completely away, but he just wraps you in the biggest hug. His hands pull you close and tight, squeezing a few more tears from your eyes.

"Let's go shower at my house. Then I'll feed you while we watch TV on my couch. That sound good?" He mumbles before pulling you back to look at you. Pinching your lips tightly together, the worried look on your boyfriend's face just makes you want to cry more, but maybe a nice shower and some private time is what you need to clock out of life for a bit.

Shut up, I'm going to cry my eyes out lolol

Nora I am too soft for life rn

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

oh, my nabi. the warmth and comfort this made me feel—reading your ask and writing it out—drove me to tears, on multiple occasions. i was initially saving this drabble for a bad day, and ended up starting it after a particularly taxing one, but I actually wrote most of this while feeling quite...happy. so putting myself in mingi's shoes instead of reader's was the way to go, i guess. I really hope I did this justice, and that it floods you with lots and lots of comfort <3

pairing: bf!song mingi x gender neutral!reader

w.c.: 0.8k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, mentioned symptoms of anxiety & depression, non-sexual nudity (they shower together)

note: you are not alone

The drive to his apartment was silent, save for the wind blowing through the cracked-open windows to send short, blonde strands flying in different directions. The sun had departed from its locus, descending the changing sky to kiss the horizon, a gradient of orange and pink painted before your eyes. Your gaze moved off the breathtaking scenery to focus on Mingi—a hand resting over the leather wheel while the other locked with yours, glancing over at you every few minutes, squeezing your fingers to remind you of his presence.

As if you could forget, you thought, as he guided you down the hall to his door, twisting the keys while your hands remained intertwined, his thumb drawing soothing circles over your skin as he ushered you inside with a swing of his arm.

Steam engulfed the small bathroom, the warmth of the shower brushing against your skin as delicate fingers helped you out of the hoodie you should’ve washed last week. Mingi didn’t complain, though; he didn’t even comment, wordlessly adding it to the pile of clothes building up in the corner. Your insecurity must have bled into your expression, strong arms pulling you ito his chest and plush lips pressing against your forehead.

“I’ve got you,” was all he said, but it was though you were already immersed underneath the balmy stream, a comfortable heat searing through your skin as he held you against him.

With your back to him, Mingi noted the way your muscles slackened under the steaming water, the soapy droplets rushing down the curve of your spine while he worked his fingers through your hair, hoping his shampoo was strong enough to cleanse away some of the burden you’d carried on your shoulders, the dread he’d helplessly watched eat away at you for weeks. Twisting your body to face him, his thumb and pointer closed around your chin, tilting your head back to rinse the scented suds out of your hair, leaning forward to press his lips to your cheekbone while the water warmed your scalp.

Washing away weeks-worth of grime and self-loathing with delicate palms and a lathered washcloth, Mingi silently spoke of his infatuation, his care, his unconditional, overwhelming devotion to you. Even when you were broken, anxious, blind to any and every possibility of a future worth looking forward to. Mingi was there, calloused hands picking up the brush you’d broken and painting tomorrow, then the day after, one stroke at a time—open fields of daisies and sunflowers, the hopeful orb of light splaying golden rays over the land while the man with the grown-out roots stood amidst the flora, pearly teeth reflecting the daylight as he watched you approach him, his warmth seeping into your very soul as you buried yourself within his embrace.

You felt light, your breathing steady while you rested your head on Mingi’s chest, his thighs on either side of you as you curled up in his lap. You’d heard the doorbell while you were dressing, walking into the living room to find takeout containers spread out over the coffee table, and a shoujo anime paused on his TV.

“It’ll pass,” he spoke, tapping the spoon against your bottom lip and watching you take the steaming food into your mouth. Your eyes remained downcast, and he noticed hints of guilt tainting your features as you processed his words with inexorable disbelief.

“Mingi-“

“I know it’s difficult to see it now, so I’ll believe it for the both of us,” he held his lips to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut and heartbeat erratic. Not because of anxiety, or dysphoria, but because of the overwhelming sense of tranquillity Mingi flooded into your chest so easily, the animation in your peripheral and the cheesy sound effects now masked under the faint movement of his lips over your face, planting kisses over the trail of tears rushing down the skin. “I’m here, (y/n). You don’t need to go through this alone.”

And you didn’t. Episode after episode played on the big screen, takeout containers and popcorn bowls resting empty on the coffee table while you remained encompassed within Mingi’s arms. The moonlight, aided by the warm hue of his standing lamp carved shadows over the drowsing man’s face, and you took in the slight part of his lips, pretty eyes shut as he explored the dreamland, limp arms somehow still firm around your figure, as though he couldn’t bear to leave you alone again, even while dormant.

The overbearing weight of your thoughts had long since mitigated, your chest rising and falling to the same rhythm as Mingi’s, and now that it was no longer overcrowded with taxing angst and negativity, hints of credibility laced themselves into his words. You ran your pointer over his knuckles—his fingers draped over your hip—a silent ‘thank you’ stuck in your throat as you mooned over the tomorrow he’d drawn out for you. A tomorrow you wanted. A tomorrow you didn’t dread. A tomorrow illuminated by a gentle sun, and a contagious, toothy smile.

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jjkamochoso · 25 days

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The Perfect Fit

Overview: Levi Ackerman begrudgingly finds himself falling in love with the Survey Corps’ seamstress. Will they be able to own up to their feelings for each other? Or is their love doomed to fail before they discover the truths of each other’s hearts? This slow burn reader insert story will be filled with angst, yearning, and a bit of mystery as we slowly unravel the truths behind Y/N’s past… and explore her and Levi’s future!

Chapter 11

Chapter 10 linked here

Chapter 12 linked here

Levi Ackerman x female reader

Warnings: cussing

You looked at Levi expectantly. "What do you say, Captain? Ready to run away with me?"

Levi couldn't deny that he was craving a change of scenery as well. With his injuries, he couldn't participate in training and the four bland walls of his office combined with never ending paperwork was enough to make even the most sane man mad. He also really liked the way those words sounded coming from your mouth. He knew he had a duty to humanity and could never drop his responsibilities to run away from it all and live a more peaceful life, but boy, he'd enjoy playing pretend with you for a little while, focusing on humanitarian duties rather than fighting for once.

"I'm ready to leave right now if you are."

You broke out in a smile, relieved that he still wanted to help you give away blankets and clothes to people in the unfortunate areas of the interior.

"Good. I am too, but the paperwork that allows us to take leave and horses isn't. I have to talk to Erwin and see when we can go. I'm thinking as long as you're cleared by the doctor, we can head out in 3 days' time. Is that alright?"

Levi nodded yes and you told him to get some rest before leaving to find your oldest friend, the commander. When you knocked on the door, he granted you entry and you closed the door behind you.

"How's my dearest friend been holding up lately?" Erwin asked you as you two shared a hug before taking a seat.

"Oh, I've been alright, nothing too crazy," you answered. "How about yourself? You've got a lot more going on than I ever have or hope to."

He took a sip of the drink on his desk and you wouldn't be surprised if it was some sort of alcohol.

"It's as much to be expected for the man in charge." His blue eyes danced around the room, not meeting your own. "It's nothing I can't handle. It's... a lot sometimes, though. I become afraid that no matter how much I try to do, it's all futile. I have so many goals that I can't-" He cut himself off as he swallowed another drink and you took notice of the deep eye bags he was sporting. You knew he had a lot riding on him, but he usually handled (or hid) it so well. You reached out to grip his hand as a sign of affection.

"I know you're in charge, but you're not the only one who should be held accountable for any failings, so stop blaming yourself. What you guys do is a thankless job but you're not without so many accomplishments. It seems like it's always one step forward, three steps back working here, but if there's anything I learned from you, it's that you have to keep walking. So Erwin." He looked up at you. "You have to keep moving forward. You're the heart of the Scouts. You're the only one who's faith has never wavered. We all believe in you."

Erwin let out a deep sigh and squeezed your hand back. "Thank you. I needed that. This is why I keep you around."

You chuckled, happy that you were able to lift his spirits a little bit.

"I know you didn't come here to see me wallow in pity, so what is it I can do to help?" he inquired.

"I'm planning on leaving for Wall Sina to do my charity work in a few days and I was wondering if I could borrow a cart and horse. I'd be gone about 10 days, 4 days traveling each way, 1 day passing everything out, and an extra in case something goes wrong. I was also coming to put in my request for leave, as well as Captain Levi's since he'll be accompanying me."

Erwin's eyebrows raised at the sound of his close friend's name. "Levi, huh? I've noticed that you two have gotten pretty close but he wouldn't leave work with just anybody, you know. He must think you're pretty special."

You felt embarrassment worm its way up your body as Erwin tried to contain his teasing smile. The commander's two closest friends couldn't fool him--Levi hadn't been this outwardly affectionate since he had shown up with Isabelle and Furlan all those years ago and you hadn't been this smiley with anyone, ever-- but he found the whole thing endearing.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, y/n. I think it's nice that he's found something with you, whatever it is. I haven't seen either of you this happy in many years, or ever. This trip of yours will be good for the both of you to get out and do something for the betterment of humanity. It would bring some much needed positivity to you and the captain, I'm sure. I'll process the papers and send you on your way in no time."

You thanked him as you heard a knock at the door. Another soldier had told Erwin it was time for a meeting so you thanked him for his help and waved goodbye. You were held up at the door by the sound of his voice once more.

"Hey, y/n. Where exactly in Wall Sina are you going?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "There's the shelters in the capital that house citizens from the Underground until they can safely leave for Wall Rose. They're the same ones you and I usually go to. Why?"

He halted for a second, choosing his words carefully. "Well, with Levi there, I don't want... Just try to avoid the Underground. I don't want you two getting hurt."

You didn't understand what he was trying to get at, but you figured it wasn't the time for you to probe him. If the chance arrived, you would have to ask Levi exactly what Erwin meant. You thanked him for his warning and left, wracking your brain on what that enigma of a man was going on about.

Several days after your meeting with Erwin, he had told you everything got approved and Levi told you of his clearance from the doctor. You were to leave in a few hours so you began packing, your stomach fluttering with anxiety. You always got nervous before a trip but this one was stressful because of its unknowns. You had never traveled between walls without Erwin and his words hadn't left your mind. Why did he mention you getting hurt? You'd been there plenty of times prior with the blonde man, none of which had gone wrong, so why was he being cryptic about Levi? You tried to shake it from your head. Erwin had been under tons of stress lately so you chalked it up to him still reeling from the losses of the expedition. You had just thrown the last of your shirts in a bag when you heard a knock at your door. Levi was there, a duffel on his arm and a surprisingly pleasant look on his face.

"I'm ready if you are."

You were. You had already brought outside the bags of donation items so all that was left was your personal bag. You went to pick it up from the bed but Levi beat you to it.

"Aren't you still nursing broken ribs?" you asked, watching him in amusement as he shuffled down the hallway with both of your belongings.

"The doctor cleared me for all activity. I would be training shitty cadets to be less shitty right now if it weren't for you."

"Should I be saying you're welcome that you're not?"

Levi pondered for a second. "Four eyes is always saying I need a vacation."

"Their wish is now granted. So you're welcome," you replied, giggling a bit. When you stepped outside, you were expecting to be greeted by an open air cart, but instead, you were face to face with a fancy contained carriage. You thought maybe it was for someone else, but when Levi started loading your things inside, you knew it was for you.

"Did you know about this?" you asked him, flabbergasted. He put away the last of the bags as he answered you.

"The weather's supposed to be bad in a few days. I didn't want you catching a cold on our trip so I made Erwin reserve this instead."

Levi never failed to surprise you. He was so kind the way he thought about you and made your life so much easier. You nearly kissed him on the spot but didn't want him to keel over and die before you could get anywhere. The raven haired man wouldn't look you in the eye as you climbed inside the carriage, presumably shy about his caring so much about your wellbeing. The carriage driver took off and you two left the castle walls. You kept your eyes pointed out the window, not wanting to miss the opportunity to watch the foliage pass you by. It was your favorite part about riding in a cart or on a horse while holding onto someone else. Seeing the trees fly by you in this area almost reminded you of Levi taking you home that one day all those months ago. This carriage should have brought up that same feeling of freedom, but this time you were heading toward a place that had held you in its wretched confines for far too long. As you rode further and further away from your home and closer to your family in Mitras, you felt like you were starting to drown in a deep ocean of melancholy and stress. As you were lost in your own world, you didn't notice Levi staring at you from his bench across from yours. He was thankful that you were day dreaming because it meant he could observe you without hesitation. You normally looked very beautiful to him, but today, in your civilian clothes and more relaxed hairstyle than usual, you looked absolutely stunning. Even though this trip certainly wasn't just for pleasure, he was looking forward to a short break from the woes of every day life. He was hoping you were, too, but he saw your eyebrows furrow and you had a sad glint in your eye.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Levi's voice brought you out of your daze.

"Hmm? Oh. No, I just-- I get nervous on trips, that's all," you said. If Levi could tell you weren't giving him the whole truth, he didn't say anything.

You sighed, opting to speak your mind a bit more. "When I leave my home and head into the city, I get hit with this indescribable sadness. I think it's because I see people who have literally nothing and I can't help but think I'm not doing enough for them when I have so much."

"Don't be stupid. The fact that you're going out of your way to show kindness when others don't is a testament to your character. What you're doing will be appreciated by those who need it most. Trust me."

He spoke with such conviction that you wondered if he was ever one of those people who needed help. You didn't give it much thought since it was rude to make assumptions about someone's past.

"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better, Levi. Thank you."

He scoffed. "I think you're the only person that's ever said that."

"That makes it all the more special then, doesn't it?" you asked, making him roll his eyes but you knew he agreed.

The carriage continued on its fast pace while you two sat in silence, both reading books. You kept peeking your eyes over the pages, taking the time to appreciate how Levi looked today. He never looked anything less than handsome to you, but him out of a uniform made your heart beat faster. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with black pants and both items highlighted his frame perfectly. You loved the way he looked with the cravat but you were mesmerized with the graceful way his neck craned without something covering it up. He shifted in his seat and you quickly averted your eyes, hoping he hadn't seen you checking him out.

"Is your book that boring you'd rather look at me?" he asked, his gaze staying on his own unturned pages.

"Boring, no. Rather look at you, definitely," you said, taking the fact that you got caught in stride.

"Tch. Have some shame, brat," he chided, a faint blush showing up on his cheeks. You found it fun to tease Levi here and there. You wanted to keep showing him that you found him desirable so he wasn't left wondering if you still liked him romantically or not. Not that physical looks mattered to you two anyway, but you figured it didn't hurt to flirt with him every once in awhile to keep him on his toes. Afternoon turned to night and it got too dark to read, opting to leave the gas lamp off for now to conserve it in case of emergencies. The carriage slowed to a halt and the driver let you know that you were stopping for the night at a local inn. You and Levi exited the carriage, Levi taking your bag once again, and made a plan with the driver to meet up in the morning to set off. A room wasn't ready yet when you checked in so you and Levi went to the restaurant to partake in a nice warm meal. Conversation flowed easily between you two as you tore into the bread and meat you were served. When you finally got a key to your room, you opened the door and immediately frowned. You were supposed to get a room with two beds, but there was only one. You looked at Levi who didn't even seem to notice as he was already inside and discarded the bags in the corner of the room. You followed him in, confusion taking over you.

"There's only one bed," you said, stating the obvious.

"It's fine. I'll sleep on the floor," he replied, grabbing the extra blanket from the bed and laying it out. You stomped over to him, grabbing the soft textile.

"No way, especially not when you're still healing. I can go downstairs and talk to the owner, there has to be another room."

There wasn't. You and Levi had booked the last available room and the one with two beds that you had requested when you had gotten there was previously reserved. When you got back to your room, Levi had already laid down on the floor in an attempt to rest for a little while. You stood over him, your arms crossed.

"Get up, idiot. You're not sleeping on the floor."

"I don't sleep much anyway, idiot. Go to bed."

"If you don't get up, I'm sleeping on the ground, too."

That got Levi's attention, prompting him to sit up. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard and I'm around teenagers all day."

"Look," you said, defeated, "the bed is more than big enough for the two of us. You'll have your personal space and I promise I won't invade it on purpose."

Levi took his sweet time thinking about what he was going to do while you were loving life on the plush mattress, your pajamas on, and cozy under the covers. You heard the mattress creak as his body took up the spot next to yours.

"Finally decided to join me, loverboy?" You were joking with him to cover up the fact that you were nervous about sharing an entire sleeping space with the love of your life. Normally, sharing a bed with someone wouldn't be a huge deal, especially when that someone was a person who you trusted with your life, but Levi was a special case. You never wanted to push him into doing anything too fast or make him uncomfortable and you knew that relationship things like this could easily freak him out.

"I will not hesitate to snuff out your life with this pillow."

Well, at least he was acting like his normal self. He was, up until you heard shuffling under the sheets and felt the mattress dip down closer to you. It was nearly pitch black in the room so you couldn't see anything, but you felt your breath hitch in your throat as Levi scooted close enough to your face where you caught a glimpse of the faintest reflection of moonlight in his eyes. His breath was barely fanning over your arm that was lying next to your cheek on your pillow. All of a sudden you felt his hand on yours as he interlaced your fingers. It was a good thing that the room had no light because you were both flustered messes.

"Is this okay?" he whispered.

"Very," you whispered back, brushing your lips over the back of his hand like a kiss from a fleeting ghost. Even though Levi barely slept that night because of his ever present insomnia rearing its ugly head, lying next to you, with your bodies eventually intertwining, he found himself more rested than he ever knew could be possible.

Chapter 12

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tripleglitchwriting · 5 months

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Hello! And thank you!! I hope you have a FANTASTIC day/night.

I picked Starscream because I haven’t written him before and I thought it would be an interesting challenge.

Alone Together

CW: Reader is kind of depressed, mentions of injury (not human), pretty fluffy other than that

For a long time you felt alone. No matter where you were, be it in a crowd of people or sitting alone in your apartment. Nothing could match the feelings of isolation that you lived in. It felt damming, desolate, and depressing wherever you went.

And yet, despite everything you’d experienced, something changed.

You’d gone to Jasper for a variety of reasons. Mainly just for a change of scenery, but you’d also heard the small town atmosphere could be comforting. Maybe you could get to know some people, become part of a community, find a sense of purpose. Of course, about a month in you realized how wrong you were. Everybody already had their own lives. So there you were, the secondary character to their stories.

Being there was still suffocating.

On a day like any other you decided it would be a great time to venture out into the vast abyss of the desert. You took your clunky car and overpacked supplies out into the sands and just drove. The destination didn’t matter, all you wanted was something to do. That’s it, that’s all.

About an hour into your drive you saw a jet plane soar above you. It wasn’t unusual for the area, plenty of military bases around or at least an airport or two. This one was a bit strange though, you had to admit. It seemed to be… damaged. Actually it seemed to be falling. Fast.

A adrenaline hit you like a truck. With nothing else to lose you hit the gas on your car like lives were at stake, and for all you knew there were. There was a distinct lack of smoke coming from the thing but that wasn’t exactly what was going through your mind at the time, all you knew is someone could be hurt and you could help.

When you finally arrived at the site of the crash, near the side of a large rock formation, but something stood out to you. There was definitely a jet there, however there was no pilot, rather it was leaking a bright blue liquid. Cautiously you parked your car and stepped towards it, only for a shrill voice to cut through the air.

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” It shouted, almost knocking you off balance from surprise. There was no one around to make such a sound, unless the pilot ejected from the jet without you noticing and was also carrying a megaphone.

“Are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?”

“I need no such thing! Leave here, human, before I wipe you off this miserable planet!” Well that was a weird thing to hear from what you assumed to be another human. Before you could ask anymore questions, though, another sound scraped through the air.

Mechanical whirring radiated from the now moving jet plane. It began to tear itself apart only to reassemble its parts elsewhere, eventually transforming itself into a thin, robotic figure high above your head. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth.

“What, scared? Well you should be! I, the superior- ACK!” The robot lurched forward in pain, holding a nasty looking tear in his side. While fear and confusion wracked your body, your legs pulled you forward anyway. “Hey! Did you not hear what I just said? I’ll destroy you and this entire mudball when I get the chance!”

“What are you?” Wonder and worry filled your voice.

“Wh- well, I, I am a Cybertronian, not that that means anything to you, fleshling.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Oh really? I didn’t notice.”

“What’s your name?”

“Star- Commander Starscream.”

“Um… ok, I’m-” You didn’t get to finish your introduction as you heard a mechanical hiss and Starscream fell to his knees. His metal face scrunched up into an unpleasant expression of what you would call pain and frustration.

“You really look like you need help.”

“No I don’t!” He growled, trying to grab at you but missing and snapping his clawed hand back to the gaping wound on his side. He obviously wasn’t going to let you anywhere near it, so you did the next best thing.

“So, Commander Starscream, where are you from?” Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say. You saw him cringe, then he grit his teeth and gazed back at you with a writhing death stare.

“Is there something wrong with your processor? Can’t you see I’m infinitely more powerful that you? Why aren’t cowering? Why aren’t you afraid?” He snapped at you, fire in his eyes burning with an emotion you couldn’t describe. Yet you stood there, asking yourself the same question.

“I have… nothing else to lose.” By this Starscream was taken aback. He didn’t consider a human could feel like that. Could feel… similar to himself.

“Cybertron. Are you happy?”

“What?”

“That’s where I’m from.”

“Oh. Cool. Why are you here then?”

“Why you- augh! I’m here because of a war. Alright? Go. Away.”

“What, like a space war?” Starscream scoffed.

“‘A space war’,” He mocked your tone. “Yes, sure, if you want to put it into a language you can understand.”

“Well, sorry that’s happening.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know that much about war but… well I know it can get pretty bad. So I’m sorry that’s happening to you. Is that where you got your injury from?”

“Well… I… I- yes.” He tripped over his words, recovering just in time to come up with a great lie. “I was damaged in a great battle! I led my squadron to victory but was shot down by my ruthless enemies.” A newfound power entered his voice.

“That sounds intense.”

“It was! It was a dangerous, but I prevailed! I, courageous and powerful Commander Starscream, will always win! You would do well to remember that!”

“You really like the sound of your own name.”

“Wh- you worm, how dare you say that to the likes of-“

“Yes, yes, Commander Starscream. Look, I’m sorry all that happened and I’m glad you’re such a fantastic leader, but right now you’re looking pretty bad. Are you sure I can’t help?” He drew his lips into a thin line before narrowing his eyes at you.

“How could you help me?”

“Well, first I could at least wrap up that wound. I brought some blankets with me when I came out here.”

“How do I know you’re not just going to try and offline me?”

“How would a lowly human like me do that?”

“…fine.” He looked away, obviously annoyed but still in need of help. You got what you could out of you car and approached him once again.

“I’m going to need to get to the wound in order to patch it up.” Starscream grimaced, but ultimately kneeled down to your level. Carefully you wrapped a blanket around his waist, trying to avoid hurting him further. It took time, especially because you were afraid he was going to stab you with his razor sharp claws at any moment, but you got it done. When you finished he puffed out a long breath of air and sat down against the rock face behind him with a THUMP that shook your whole body.

Your ‘band-aid’ seemed to stop whatever blue liquid he kept bleeding, at least preventing it from leaking out more. Your hands were covered in the stuff now, you just hoped it wasn’t poisonous. When you looked up at Starscream you noticed a distinct lack of that narcissistic air about him, like he had given up an act.

“Hey, Commander, are you alright?”

He didn’t respond. And you didn’t try asking again. Instead you walked to the rock face he leaned on and sat next to him. Neither of you spoke. You both simply sat, gazing out into the vast desert. You were surprised when he was the one to break the silence.

“Why would you help me?”

“…’Cause you were hurt.

“That can’t be the reason, what do you gain from this? Do you think I’m going to help you now?”

“No, I helped because it was the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to- agh, that’s a load of scrap! Can’t you tell a dying mech the truth?”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yes you are!”

“Why can’t you just accept someone’s being nice to you? Has no one ever showed you kindness before?” You said it sarcastically, like he obviously would have been showed kindness at some point in his life, but your heart sank when he didn’t reply. “You… have been showed kindness before, right?”

“Kindness doesn’t get you very far in the Decepticons.” He whispered, bitter venom dripping from every word. You hesitated before speaking again, trying to wrap your head around the implications of his statement.

“It can go a long way on Earth.”

“I’m not from Earth.”

“But you’re here now.” Starscream paused.

“…I suppose I am.” Slowly, he turned his head to face you completely. “You really helped me just out of pure… generosity?”

“Yep.”

“What if I hurt you? What if I betray you, even after all you’ve done!?”

“Then you hurt me. And I was wrong.” His eyes flickered to the sky, faceplate bending into an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“I wasn’t injured in battle.” This time you moved your head to look up at him. “I am nothing to the Decepticons. Not anymore. I am a traitor, a coward, a fraud, not a commander.”

“I figured.”

“Wh- what? How could you know?”

“You aren’t great at hiding it. Sorry if I come off rude, but… somebody would’ve come for you by now, right? You wouldn’t be here… alone. With me.”

“Well, at least you’re better company than Megatron.”

“I’m flattered. I’m sure you don’t just dish out compliments to any old fleshbag.”

“What can I say? You’ve impressed me, human. Maybe I was wrong about your species.”

“Thanks, Commander Starscream.”

“I told you, I’m not a commander. I’m a-“

“I know. But for what it’s worth, you don’t really seem all that terrible to me.” He looked at you, a new kind of feeling welling up in his spark. He didn’t respond, but you got the message. He closed his eyes, and for a second you swore you felt something change in the atmosphere.

“Why are you all alone out here?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“I don’t see many humans wandering around in a wasteland.”

“Good point. If you must know, I was just on a drive.”

“A drive? To where?”

“Anywhere. Or nowhere. It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Don’t you have connections? Other humans to worry about you?”

“…No. Not really.”

“Oh. I’m… sorry, then. I suppose you’re very lonely.”

“Sure. I’ve been alone for a long time. By the sound of it, I assume you have too?”

“You could call it that.”

“Hey, Commander Starscream?”

“Yes?”

“How about we be alone… together?”

#transformers #transformers g/t #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #gn human reader #gn reader #human reader #starscream #tfp starscream #tfp #transformers prime #I realize this could have romantic implications #it wasn’t supposed to be like that but interpret it how you like #also he’s not dying he’s just very dramatic #tripleglitch request

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aj1dordinary · 5 months

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Chuffed to Bits

A/N: Y’all it’s finally happening, the story is moving along and the love interest is introduced. Also it gets a little angsty, but not too much. When I write, emotions are like whiplash so hope that’s cool. Enjoy!

you sat shrouded in darkness. you found out moments ago that walking was useless as the scenery never changed. every now and again you could hear whispers and know who they were coming from. johnny, kung lao, even liu kang as they wished for your steady recovery. you would answer, but your response echoed out into the unknown. that was until it started to get brighter, and brighter, and —

“5 more minutes, please.” you groan and roll over on a soft surface.

“she’s awake. go alert lord liu kang and the others.” an unknown voice said.

you grab the sheet that you were wrapped in before pulling it over your head in attempts to block out the blinding light peering down on you.

you heard a rush of footsteps barge into wherever you were staying, before the same sheet was ripped away from you.

“hey! i was using tha—“ you were silenced with a warm and fairly tight embrace.

finally coming to your senses, you blinked a few times to clear the gunk from your eyes. blurry vision began to clear, transforming silhouettes into familiar figures.

you first addressed the grown man who hugged you tightly like a toddler.

“johnny, you’re gonna break my ribs at this rate,” but you hugged him back with the same fervor.

“3 days. You left me by myself for 3 days and you know I need adult supervision!”

“3 days?” you question and it seemed like liu kang had answers.

“y/n, i am glad that you are alright. tell us, how do you feel?” liu kang stepped forward.

“honestly, probably the best I’ve ever felt in forever,” then the reality of johnny’s words hit you.

“3 DAYS?! I WAS IN A COMA?”

“Something like that.” kenshi’s voice resonated.

you damn near scramble off the bed to reach his side.

“kenny! are you okay?” you grab his arms and forcibly turn him around to get a good look at him. you place your hand on his face when you still see the fabric across his sockets.

“do you even take care of yourself?” he chuckled, before grabbing your arms and lowering them. “honestly though, probably the best I’ve ever felt in forever.”

you scrunched your face up, dissatisfied with his response. “but your eye—“

“johnny finally gave me sento, and it has restored my vision, in a way.”

your face straightened out and a wide grin took over instead, you pulled him in for a hug also. “that’s amazing!”

a cough broke you out of it. you turned to the source and saw kung lao whistling and looking around the room. you narrowed your eyes and smiled before walking over and entering an embrace with him also. with your face smashed into his chest, you mumble, “and to what do I grant this occasion?”

“i carried you back all the way like your knight in shining armor and I—

“I think it’s time that we fill you in on what has occurred since your last encounter.” liu kang finished.

in your embrace with kung lao, raiden had come behind and placed a hand on your shoulder, “i’m glad you’re ok, y/n.”

you pull away from lao slowly before you opt to walk beside liu kang. also among the group, you spot syzoth who you wave at before he disappears with baraka and a demonic looking woman.

“well considering we’re back at the monastery, I’m assuming that we snuck back fairly well.”

“um, no.” johnny interjected.

“of course not, without me nothing gets done without a show.” you sigh dejectedly.

they filled you in on how they ran into quan chi and his warriors and with the help of an ex-demon, ashrah, made it out alive. but that wasn’t all, and you had to roll your eyes as johnny made the sound effects for each scene. furthermore, when they made it back to the outworld mainland, had to fight through general shao, li mei, and other member of the army who labeled them as terrorists. only then, did they make it back to Wu Shi before they got you and Kenshi some help.

“well, after you killed those hunters—“

you stopped in your tracks, a bad habit, which caused raiden to bump into you. he catches you before you tumble. you place an arm on his chest to let him know you were ok, but the raging headache said otherwise.

“please don’t remind me.” you whimper.

“okay…” liu kang accepts, but his face scrunches up as he thinks of another way to bring up your new condition.

“how about you tell us how you ran into them the first time?” raiden offers. since he was not there, he needed to be filled in as well.

“i was in the forest trying to meditate as liu requested as a part of my training. but my attention span is only so long so I gave up after a while. heard trouble and went looking for it i guess. got me into an altercation with a big ass tiger. long story short, i guess I let their big game hunt get away.”

“is that why you looked so frazzled when I found you?” raiden asks.

you give him a look and he mutters a “sorry.”

“so you saved a big house cat and got rewarded for it?”

“would this be a bad time to have you look in a mirror?”

johnny and kung lao spoke at the same time.

“huh?”

as you rounded the corner, Kenshi faced you to a mirror that hung on the wall.

“johnny, I so quit.”

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you huddled under the covers as a storm raged outside. it was a true reflection in how you felt on the inside.

upon the discovery of new appendages, you damn near fainted on the spot. this had to be a trick, but as you pulled at them and felt pain, you knew you were condemned to life as a furry. the tail grew from your tailbone and was striped as a tiger’s would be. the triangular ears that moved like a sonar through your locs took in too much noise. your nails, which had been short and brittle for most of your life, had grown long and were sharp in a natural stiletto style. you were reduced to a house cat.

as the thunder boomed in your sensitive ears, you thought back to liu kang and geras’ conclusion.

“it seems like what johnny speculated is true. though I am a god, these forests have been around just as long as I have. there is no telling what is lurking in them. in addition to kung lao’s knowledge of his culture, it is very possible you encountered a spirit who wished to reward you for your tenacity and courage.”

“I did not consent to this.” you whined as you tried to flatten your ears on your head, but they kept popping back up.

“i don’t know, I think it’s kind of cool.” kenshi reached out to run behind your ears. but tigers don’t purr. so to everyone’s amusement and to your displeasure, you chuffed. the minute the sound came out, you slapped his hand away.

“do I have to lecture you about touching black people’s hair?!”

“so what now?” you turned to liu kang who was not doing a good job at hiding how funny he thought your new tendencies were.

“tame the beast.”

so much for that as you trembled as the lightning struck outside. you were formidable earlier in training, as for liu kang who suspected a much larger threat approaching, training was never over. in addition to new appearances and tendencies, it seemed you also took on a few other aspects like strength, agility, and speed.

it wasn’t until you were paired up with kung lao for the umpteenth time that things started to go awry. with your new abilities, kung lao was going to push you to your limits and that he did. he left almost no time to recuperate which left you feeling vulnerable and weak. that was until you felt a tug at your tail and pain shot up your spine as you wailed. it happened all too fast as the wail formed into a growl and rage filled your head. you were present mentally, but you could tell physically you had changed. you look down to see kung lao terrified between your han-, paws? you did not move, not wanting to scare anyone else. kung lao shuffled from beneath your still form. you did not look at him but could sense that he wanted to say something. you couldn’t look at anyone knowing they were most likely looking at you in fear or scrutiny, like you were a bloodthirsty monster. so you ran.

you went to the forest to cool down, slowly feeling your size shrink back to normal. a low grumble made itself known overhead, a storm was approaching.

“y/n! have you guys checked over there?” your ears whirl over to make out the location and the person, johnny. seemingly joined with raiden and liu kang.

“perhaps she is closer to the temple, it’s about to rain.” liu kang declared.

“i’m sure she just needs a little time to process everything.” raiden said in order to convince johnny to come back with them. johnny let out a defeated sigh before his footsteps got farther away. a raindrop hit you on the cheek, though you almost couldn’t tell with your tears.

you didn’t want to get rained on, surely as a cat, it would be the last thing you wanted. so with your agility and soft footsteps, you leaped from tree to tree, eventually from rooftop to rooftop before you made it back to your assigned room undetected. just as you entered, it started to pour which is where you are now.

under the sheets, left by yourself to face the storm.

knock, knock.

whoever it was didn’t wait for a response before slowly opening the door. however, once all the way open, let out a somewhat excited sigh at the sight of a lump under the covers.

“johnny is going crazy right now and we left a blind man to try and calm him down.”

kung lao, though you didn’t respond. however, your stomach did when the smell of food wafted into your now superior nostrils.

“you missed dinner, so I was gonna leave it by the door, but the wet footsteps told me you might be here.”

“you? not devouring the plate on the way here? maybe you’ve gained some self restraint after all.” you mumble as your face was smashed into the pillow.

lao chuckled before approaching the bed.

“could you atleast look at me when I say this?”

your tail swirled with interest and you raise your face out of the pillow just enough to peak at him.

“all the way.” he crossed his arms. you sigh before picking yourself up and pushing back the blankets. your tail snakes around you for self comfort before you look at him.

“i’m sorry.”

“not your fault.” your eyes went back to the floorboards, already feeling the tears well up.

“but it is. i accidentally pulled your tail and caused you to lash out. i totally would’ve understood if you scratched me to ribbons.”

“don’t say that! that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted!” you throw yourself back into the pillow.

“okay, okay. wrong phrasing. all i’m saying is that I take full responsibility for the way you reacted. i’m not hurt by it, no one else is hurt by it, so you shouldn’t be.”

you felt the bed dip and the plate clink against the nightstand.

“you know, my mom always did tell me if I kept messing with the cat, I would get scratched.”

“shut up.”

“okay.”

another loud boom of thunder had you grasping for the covers again.

“can you tell raiden to turn this thing off.” you try to jest as if you weren’t scared.

kung lao didn’t respond, so you turn your face to see what was up. he was staring at your hand which had his shirt bunched up in it instead of the covers. you squeak and push him off the bed as you pull back the covers and get under them again. not only scared, but embarrassed.

“I should probably leave and let you eat. raiden’s gonna question where I am if I don’t get back by curfew.” he stumbles over his words.

“you’re gonna go out there?”

it was coming down so hard that you couldn’t even see out the window. the wind was howling and the sky was dark. it was a really bad storm.

another growl from your stomach made you reach for the plate king Lao brought you. the bite mark in the chicken let you know lao’s self restraint was not as strong as you had thought it was. you still began to eat anyway.

“yeah, maybe not.”

“stay here.” “ok.”

the benefit to being the only woman in a monastery was that you got almost an entire wing to yourself.

you finish as kung lao finished making a pallet on the floor from the extra cushions he found in the closet.

he was just about to lay down when you threw a pillow at him.

“what was that for?” he feigned pain as he rubbed his head.

“are you seriously sleeping on the floor?

“yeah. why?”

“your back’s gonna be in knots in the morning.”

“as a thanks for bringing food, you can get ‘em out in the morning.”

“see I was gonna offer you a spot in the bed, but your mouth ruined it.” you end the conversation by turning away from him and getting real comfortable under the sheets.

“wait—“

“nope.” you cut it as you sigh contentedly.

“please?”

you hiss through your teeth and roll over only to be met with his form towering over you with a blanket and a pillow in his grasp. to makeup for the stutter in your heartbeat, you roll your eyes, but move over nonetheless.

the bed dips again but much heavier since he put his entire weight on it. you can feel his back touching you as he respectfully turns the other way. the storm is still going strong outside and there is a comfortable silence between you. surely, you thought, kung Lao is the type to go to sleep fast as your ears flutter hearing his breath even out.

but then another flash of lightning through the window followed by a bang of thunder makes you quickly toss the other way, now staring at kung Lao’s back. he must’ve felt the shifting because he sleepily reaches a hand back, feeling for you, before he pulls you closer to him. for comfort, you place an arm around his middle.

you’re still as you process your next move. he’s definitely sleep again, his back expanding and collapsing at an even pace. you find yourself matching the pace. he’s extremely warm too. you try hard to not press into him further as if you were attempting to steal that quality from him. you nose is close to the back of his neck and you can smell the hint of soap, but also the musk of the earth that reminded you that he was a farmer before this life.

you hadn’t even noticed how low your eyelids had dropped or that the storm was passing, giving way to the night sky and the stars. you decided not to fight against the drowsiness before succumbing to sleep. kung Lao had that stupid smirk plastered on his face even in his sleep as he heard and felt the reverberation of chuffing behind him.

#mk1 2023 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #lui kang #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #platonic #reader insert #shitpost #x reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #kung lao #raiden #kung lao x reader

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rendy-a · 1 year

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I’d like to request Jade, forest, romantic

I love your writing, I'm so glad I found your blog. I hope you're having a great day!

Thank you for the kind words! I have only been writing for a few months and had worried my blog wouldn’t gain any traction. So, to hear from people who are finding it and enjoying it is so wonderful. My readers really make my day! So, thank you all!

You are cute as a button, Valentine.

You stared at the Valentine card, feeling a bit confused. Jade watches you closely, observing your reaction with an interested smile. “Is there a problem, Prefect?” You jump slightly and look up. “Oh, no. I was just wondering why you drew mushrooms on the card. It doesn’t match the poem at all.” Jade puts one gloved hand to his chin, “Why, what do you mean? These are clearly button mushrooms. What a shame, Prefect, how will you pass your botany test without being able to identify the local flora?”

You feel a grimace set onto your lips. You worriedly ask, “Do you think this will be on the test?” Jade chuckles, “I do believe that was within the scope given to us, Prefect. Do you find yourself unprepared for this? Perhaps I can assist such a poor unfortunate soul and remedy this situation.” Your grimace deepens. At first, your intimidating classmate had made you rather apprehensive. Over time, you’d gotten to know him better and recognize that he is, in fact, rather benevolent. Only not for free.

“Ok, I give in. What is this help going to cost me?” you ask him with a rueful smile. “Why Prefect, you wound me to suggest,” Jade begins before you cut him off. “I know, I know. You are the soul of charity. But if I was so moved by your compassion as to want to do something for you in return, what would that be?” you ask waving aside his crocodile tears. Jade chuckles at how well you’ve managed to cut through his act and get to the point. “Well I was planning to take a hike later this afternoon. Alas, the Mountain Lovers Club has but one member. How lonely it is hiking always by myself.” At this, he puts his hand to his chin and lets his sharp-toothed grin show.

“Alright,” you begin, “It’s not like I was planning any romantic Valentine’s Day activities. I’ll change into something suitable for hiking and meet you on Main Street after classes.” You hadn’t intended to spend the day with Jade but honestly, it wasn’t sounding half-bad. Nothing was worse than spending Valentine’s Day alone, so spending it on a fun activity with a friend had its own appeal. Plus, there was something just so interesting about Jade; he was so knowledgeable about everything and, more importantly, he was never boring.

The climb was tiring but worth the effort. Jade was an excellent guide, showing you various plants to sketch for your notes and telling you facts and details about them. You felt like you were in good hands with him by your side, both on the trail and as a tutor. As the elevation rose, the views became more and more breathtaking. You were often stopped by the sight of the nearby town and forest as seen from high above. Jade never hassled you to move faster but instead appears to enjoy watching you take in the sights; as though he gets more enjoyment from your awe than the scenery itself.

You reach a bend in the trail and see that above you the greenery is thinning out. After this point, there are probably no more forests and plants. Jade sees you pause and asks, “Would you like to see some more interesting specimens instead of moving on?” You smile back at him, pleased that he was able to read you so well. Jade leads you off the trail and into the forest until you came upon an old decaying log, in the shadow of which a colony of mushrooms had grown. You gasp and rush forward, “Look Jade, button mushrooms!” You climb on the log and do a little pose, “What do you think, am I still cute as a button?” You laugh at your own joke while Jade looks on amused at your lively antics.

Only, the rotten log wasn’t meant to hold the weight of human anymore. As you stand happily upon your stage, a sudden Crack! sounds. In a split second, your merry joy becomes a frantic flailing; your arms windmilling as you fall. Jade moves suddenly, with all the speed of a striking eel and manages to catch you before you land on the ground and hurt yourself. You cling to his chest as you pant, the adrenaline making your heart pound.

As you catch your breath, you gaze down and notice and unfortunate sight. “Jade, the mushrooms…” In the rush to catch you, Jade had trampled over the mushrooms he so loved. “I’m so sorry. If only I hadn’t been so reckless.” Jade turns to you sharply and asks roughly, “Do you really think I don’t care for you more than some mushrooms?”

When you had climbed the trail, you had felt a sense of altered perspective when seeing the familiar town from above. What before had been glimpsed before only a piece at a time was made suddenly whole as it was laid out before your eyes. You felt that same sense of perspective now, looking at Jade. He had made no moves to resume his gentlemanly mask, instead leaving his expression unguarded, as you’ve never seen him before. Suddenly, the paths and trails of his love were no longer glimpsed though small gestures but laid out before your eyes as clear as a map to his heart.

“Jade.” You speak his name softly, feeling as though you are saying it for the first time. “I never knew. How did I miss it? All this time we could have been together, wasted.” Jade carefully sets your feet back on the ground, “It was never wasted when we were together. You must know that.” You gaze into his eyes, “So where do we go from here?” He smiles at you gently, “Well, you never did answer me about being my Valentine.” You smile a beaming grin and throw your arms around his neck, “Jade Leech, will you be my Valentine?” He never did reply but, from the way his lips captured yours, you assumed the answer was yes.

#200 follower event #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #jade leech x reader #jade leech #twisted wonderland x reader

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castieldelamancha · 11 months

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"I spy with my little eye..." Dean sing-songs.

Sam huffs loudly from the passenger seat, "Really Dean?"

"I'm bored out of my mind, you know?" Dean replies, "I get it, though, you clearly are too busy texting Eileen." Sam gives him a look, it only makes the shit eating grin dean was giving Sam grow wider.

Before their banter can go any further Castiel is leaning forwards from where he is sitting at the backseat. He sticks his head between the two brothers, tilting it closer to Dean's.

Not too long ago Dean would have panicked at the closeness, he would have grumpily told Cas to move back, respect his personal space. All he does now is lift his right hand and reach back to gently pat Cas' cheek a couple times.

"What does that mean?"

"The I spy... thing?" Castiel nods.

"It's just a silly game for kids Sam and I used to play to pass the time,"he explains, memories flooding his mind, there aren't many things you can see in a motel room, and the lack of changes in their scenery meant they could only play a couple of rounds before running out of stuff, but at least it kept them entertained for a while, as they grew older and started hunting together they played on nights like this one, trying to pass the time in their stakeouts, "you have to look around for something we all can see and say I spy with my little eye something that starts with the letter, " he pauses looking around for a second, "h, for example." Sam rolls his eyes, tapping away on his phone. "And now you have to guess what I'm seeing."

Castiel, who has been nodding along, a serious expression on his face, as if they were discussing battle strategies, starts looking around to find whatever Dean has seen, leaning back against the leather seat. Dean watches him, amused, and, as Castiel's eyes wander around, their gazes meet in the rearview mirror. Dean winks at him and Castiel, fully aware of the fact his winks aren't yet as natural as he would like them to be simply smiles at him before going back to the task in hand.

"I think I know it," he states a minute later.

"Yeah?"

"I am certain you are referring to the heart emoticons Sam sent Eileen just moment ago."

"Correct!"

"Go to Hell guys." Sam says, still looking down at his phone, tone blank.

"Been there, done that, I wouldn't recommend the experience." Dean replies.

"Don't be upset, Sam, Dean also likes the green hearts I-"

"Okay, enough, our man is moving." Dean cuts him off.

"Saved by the bell, huh?" Sam is now the one giving his brother a mocking look.

"Shut up, Sam."

#my iq is basically zero #destiel #ficlet #team free will #vanessa writes ✨

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nexysworld · 1 year

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I loved music to my ears so much, and I had an request for the second one if you’re interested. Just the thought of her rocking up to save Freyr with Heimdall is hilarious, everyone is wide eyed like “what did I miss??” She’s just walking around like it’s normal with her visions guard dog trailing behind her.

So sorry for the delay on this! I love this idea! <3 Don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind but here we go! For those who are new this is a continuation to my Oneshot with Heimdall x Fem!Reader which can be found here. (PS sorry for any mistakes I cranked this out in one sitting directly in Tumblr instead of using docs. )

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Gulltoppr trotted along at an even pace, shifting you from side to side as he moved forward through the humid environment of Vanaheim. You heard an audible sigh from Heimdall behind you. "Annoying pests." He sneered before hopping off the massive beast. You turned to look at him with a confused brow raised, there'd been no one for a while now despite the sound of fighting in the distance. Heimdall smacked Gulltoppr's back leg sending the beast running, nearly throwing you off, you had to hold on extra tight to the front of the saddle to keep your bearings. "Heimdall!" You dared to only look back once as a group of enemies surrounded him seemingly out of nowhere. Heimdall was strong, no one had ever been able to touch him in battle before, that still didn't stop the bubble of nervousness forming in your core as he began to disappear with the distance. All you could do now was focus on the direction ahead of you, after Gulltoppr's panic eased, you were able to grab the reins and slow him down a bit. While you'd never commanded such a beast before you assumed it at least had to be a bit similar to riding a horse, luckily for you, you were right. The sound of fighting became louder and louder almost rumbling in your ears, you knew you were going the right way. Quickly the scenery changed from the muddy footpaths to a large stone building, you tossed the reins speeding the beast up desperate to get closer to your allies,. Soon you saw the outline of Atreus, nearly running him down with the horned lion, you quickly yanked the reins causing the poor beast had to nearly skid to a stop. Freya and Kratos were close by tending to a wounded looking Freyr. All four of them turned to look over, hearing the noise. It was something straight out of a comedy really. Freya, Freyr, and Atreus were all slack jawed at your appearance. Kratos stood with his usual straight face, but even you thought you saw a twinge of something else there. "That's Gulltoppr." Atreus said it as though it was an unknown fact to you. He circled the beast confused. "But . . . I don't see Heimdall?" Freya and Kratos looked at each other then back to you. They weren't speaking but their thoughts were clear. They were in disbelief, Heimdall trusted his steed to no one, which could only mean that he was defeated in battle, though it was unthinkable that you of all people could have done so. Kratos may not have known Heimdall personally, but he knew the stories. Even Freyr managed to get a solid 'what the fuck' look out towards you. At this moment you were regretting not having told your friends about your relationship with the Golden God. Too little too late for that now. "Hey I know what you're all thinking. But that's not the case." You put your hands up defensively and let out a dry laugh. "Look I can explain, I swear, but there's not really any time for stories right now. Suffice it to say that Heimdall and I are . . . close."

The confused look on their faces didn't change. "Heimdall isn't capable of being close to anyone that isn't his Daddy, Lass." Mimir chimed in.

You heard a familiar voice behind you. "Tch, shows what you know you old goat. Sunshine, you never told them about me? I am truly wounded, are you ashamed of me? Ashamed of our lovemaking?"

You would have been relieved to know he was alive and okay, but all you felt was embarrassment as heat rushed to your face. Freyr let out a chortled laugh mixed with pain. "No fucking way!"

Heimdall leaned against Gulltoppr's side looking over at the crew. "Let's see, useless little half breed. Check. Queen Mistletoe. Check. Sizzles. Check. Traitorous old goat? Check. Oh and the empty headed brute must be the half breed's father. Great."

Atreus couldn't help but let out a small laugh, sure Heimdall was an asshole, but he could be funny. Kratos shot the boy a look and Atreus did his best to straighten his face to a neutral look again.

"This is seriously all you have to try and take down the All-Father? Pathetic, truly pathetic Frigg." He shook his head before looking up at you. "You owe me big time for this Sunshine, you know that."

"I'll owe you for a lifetime." You said softly looking down at him.

Kratos called what could only be considered a team huddle with Atreus, Freya, Freyr, and Mimir.

"How do we know we can trust him? How do we know we can even trust her, she never told us of her affiliation with Heimdall." Freya asked.

"I'm just shocked Heimdall can get laid. Do you think he pulls the stick out of his ass each time or leaves it in?" Freyr joked. Mimir and Atreus laughed, the remaining two not so amused.

"In all seriousness, Heimdall is Odin's lapdog, he'd never betray the All-Father--" Mimir was cutoff by the sound of Heimdall's voice.

"You know I can hear you right, I can even hear your thoughts before you say them. And by the GODS your lot is quite honestly the most predictable boring set of people I have ever had the displeasure of listening to." Heimdall added from afar before walking over to them.

"For your information, I am not his 'lap dog.' I aim to protect Asgard, and as I see things right now if I allow the prophecy of Ragnarok to come true as is written, Asgard will fall with Odin. I will not allow that, it is my job to protect my realm and my people. In addition, no harm comes to my Sunshine, the next person who even thinks of launching an arrow at her or accuses her of being a traitor, ahem Frigg, I'll gut you like a fish and hang your body outside Himinbjorg as a trophy."

Heimdall turned and looked into the open night distracted by something before he side stepped a fire-arrow. "Slow down." He said grabbing Freyr up off the ground and walked back over, slinging him up over Gulltoppr and tied him to the saddle. Time turned back to normal.

"I swear by the Norns if you hurt him." Freya threatened. Kratos put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from moving.

"No time to argue now Frigg, unless all of you want to die." Heimdall hopped into his usual spot on the saddle behind you taking the reins. "Hold on tight Sunshine." He kicked Gulltoppr into gear and took off into the night. Freyr bounced on the back of Gulltoppr and groaned each time his injured leg pulsed with pain. Heimdall never allowed to beast to slow down as they weaved in and out of enemies, jumped over logs and rocks, and barreled through the woods.

He finally stopped at the bank of the water, giving the rest of the group time to catch up. It was clear they were out of breath and enemies were in toe. Freyr wriggled a bit before grabbing the little paper boat he had attached to his hip, throwing it into the water.

You were astounded at how it grew into size. "Neat little trick Sizzles." The second the crew managed to flop themselves into the boat, Heimdall took off again. Following the boat as it flew through the water, you had expected Heimdall to stop once you saw that the mountain tapered off into a waterfall. Your stomach dropped when Gulltoppr leapt off the ground, when there was no feeling of falling you opened one eye, and then the other. You were in the air, the boat flying next to you. “Gulltoppr can fly?” “Of course he can.” Heimdall said with a scoff, like it was something you should’ve expected already.

Once the closest gate came into view, the group passed through it quickly, walking by the world tree and out the other end to the opening of Sindri’s home. Freyr was quickly brought inside so Freya could heal him. Heimdall helped you off of Gulltoppr and titled your chin up to look at him. “They ARE idiots.” He said firmly. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. He leaned down to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around him, happy to be on safe solid ground again. Meanwhile you had an audience of people staring out of the windows watching you. “It’s like watching a buildin’ on fire. Horrible to see but you just can’t look away.” Brok said.

“Is that really Heimdall?” Tyr asked crouching to see through the window. “Fuckin’ weird, right?” Added Freyr.

“I. Can. Hear. You.” Heimdall said, whipping around to glare at them. You rubbed your temple feeling an oncoming headache. You hoped Ragnarok would come soon, you had sorely underestimated how…dysfunctional this alliance might be. But at least he was here with you now, and that’s all you needed.

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years

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Welcome Home (Yandere!Illumi x fem!reader)

tw: kidnapping

You had no idea what happened. In the morning, you remembered working at the café as you always did, going home and making lunch, and hanging out with your friends for the weekend. The day had been a holiday, so you were let out earlier from your job, so you were relieved to relax a bit. When the sun had gone down however, you felt as though a pair of eyes were watching you wherever you went. You couldn’t shake the fear off even when you entered your house. You turned on all of your lights, closed the blinds, and went to your room. You sat on your bed, contemplating on why you were feeling this way.

“I’m sure it’s nothing you have to worry about,” your friend told you through text when you asked her. She was busy on a date with someone else, so it was likely that she didn’t want you texting her anymore. Typing back a thumbs up, you shut your phone off and got ready to sleep. You would be able to sleep in late tomorrow, and you wanted to get some rest after having been stressed about work for the few months you had been there.

But while you slept, you wouldn’t notice one of your windows sliding open.

You woke up the next morning, rubbing your eyes and looking around only to see a change in scenery. Gone were the blank walls and the post-its with your to-do lists. Now, the walls were an ornate red, a looming dragon seemed to be carved into the ceiling, and you were laying on the softest silk one could ask for. Where were you?

“I thought you died,” someone spoke to you from your left. You turned your head around quickly to the voice, only to see a pair of unnervingly large eyes.

You pinched yourself a bit, wondering if this was a dream. You had never seen someone like this; the eyes looked almost doll-like, he was stiff as a statue, and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here y/n,” he continued, getting up and taking your hand.

“H-hey, before you say anything how do you-“

“Know who you are? Well, I’m upset that you didn’t think you were being followed for the last few months,” he interrupted. This time he was successful in grabbing you and yanking you up from the bed.

Everything was going so fast for you, he didn’t bother asking you to change out of your pajamas as you were being forced to walk down a long hallway. The place looked like a dungeon, with how low the ceilings were and the stone walls.

“Who are you? L-let me go,” you whimpered, you were afraid for your life. Was this some kind of a human trafficking gig? The tall man in front of you said nothing, only continuing to pull you.

You finally had enough of the silence and tried to get out of his grip by sharply turning your heels the opposite direction. But his grip tightened, almost too much with bone-shattering strength. You yelped, stumbling when he yanked you back.

“I thought you would be more civil and respectful, oh well, can’t judge a book by its cover I guess,” the man hummed, forcing you to follow him once again.

“You haven’t told me who you are yet,” you replied, still trying to fight against him.

“Illumi,” he looked back at you. “Not that you’ll likely call me that from here on.”

“Then what am I to call you?” you asked, afraid of what his answer would be.

“Your husband.”

He opened the doors after turning many corners to a large room. It looked something like a meeting room, except there were no chairs and instead cushions. The room had a feeling similar to the room you had awoken in. There was small patterns of chrysanthemums on large marble pillars and designs of phoenixes were etched into the cushions on the floor.

Your eyes eventually landed on two people sitting in the middle of the room. The man, Illumi, forced you forward, then pushed you harshly to the ground, causing you to kneel. Who knew a human could have this much power?

“Mother, Father, this is who I was talking about,” Illumi introduced you to the two in front of you. The father had long platinum blond hair, but his piercing gaze was what you noticed first. Then there was the mother, she had a slender build, but she was wearing a visor of some kind.

“She looks like she could play the part,” the father spoke. “However I don’t know if she could fit into the assassin’s lifestyle easily.”

“Wait, wait, what?” you shook your head, an assassin? Who were these people, why were you here? No one seemed to hear you as they continued to talk amongst themselves.

“She should be easy to mold, I don’t choose carelessly,” Illumi responded.

“She definitely has potential,” the mother looked at you, but then she clicked her tongue. “I don’t know if she will be good enough to produce a rightful heir however.”

They continued to scrutinize you, talking about whether or not you would be able to do the job, how many children you might produce, and so on. You sat there, confused, and trying to get their attention only in vain.

“The Zoldycks have a reputation Illumi,” the father spoke again, and that was when it all clicked for you.

The Zoldycks. They were a feared family of assassins you had heard of online. You knew that they were responsible for the assassination of a close family friend who worked as a diplomat in West Gorteau, and you had been afraid of this family since. You knew that they lived somewhere remote, but the thing that stuck to you the most was how the children of the family were also known to kill. Children had the power to murder full-grown adults, some even in high military positions.

“I-I want to leave, you must have the wrong person,” you protested, but Illumi simply looked at you and tilted his head.

“I won’t stop you leaving, but I’m sure Mike would give you trouble. Not to mention you’re on the top of a volcano right now, I don’t think it would be easy to get through the woods before you get lost,” he replied. You shuddered, not wanting ask who this “Mike” was.

“Well then, at least let her feel welcome,” the father said, he looked at you with a stern gaze, but something in his eyes seem to show pity. The mother said nothing and stood up as well.

“We’ll start training tonight,” Illumi said, placing a hand on your shoulder and bringing himself closer to you. You felt his face only inches away from yours to your right, his eyes were burning into your skull.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to withstand some electric shocks, right? Think of it as a welcome to your new family.”

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yuesya · 6 months

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The clan politics are starting to drag on imo, so Jujutsu High will def be a good change of scenery for the fic!

Clan politics are interesting to write, but I will readily admit that I did not expect them to feature as heavily as they currently do in zenith of stars when I was initially plotting things out. A lot of events are tied into clan politics, though, and on my end it seems a little disingenuous not to talk about 'why' as things are playing out.

I am also looking forward to Jujutsu High haha.

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portellini · 5 months

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Heimdall Scenario - Humming

As Deastra strolls around in Asgard, she suddenly feels intrigued by the slight humming of a particular Aesir. She follows the humming and finds Heimdall sitting by a tree, apple in hand, and a smile with a book he is smitten with.

Word Count: 1200 ish

Vibes: Rex Orange County - Sunflower

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The sky in Asgard looks so warm and lovely, entirely different than Middgard's. The beautiful scenery before me doesn't shush the boredom I feel though. Atreus has been so busy with Odin lately, that I've been left to entertain myself with petty bouts with the Aesirs and, what I'm doing now, taking calming strolls. I've traversed most of the village and met quite a few Aesir. So for this lovely sunset, I decided to venture onto a slightly used path I found. Where it leads to, I have no idea, but something compelled me to walk it.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm." I hear someone humming nearby. "Hmm, hmm." Intrigued, I follow the sound. To my surprise. I find a familiar muse for my entertainment.

"Heimdall?" I say while a cheeky smile grows on my face.

The Aesir looks up at me. His expression is surprised, almost flustered. Quickly his face contorts into a scowl, and he glares at me. "Stalking me are you?" His purple eyes dig into my mind. "You've been quite comfortable harassing the Aesir, myself especially included."

I can't help but smile a bit wider. Heimdall thinks that I've been disturbing the peace with mockeries and fights. If only he stayed a bit longer to see that those bouts turned into cheers and drunken dancing. "Oh if only you knew how much I longed to see you during my 'harassments'" Heimdall tilts his head, then squints his eyes. "You enjoy my company?" I smile and nod my head. "Well, I despise yours." He shuts his book, which makes me remember why I was so intrigued. "What's the book?" I ask. "Nothing that concerns you." "…" I need to see what's in that book. From the weary emotion on his face, I know HE knows I need to know. I grow antsy and tension builds in my body. How the hell do I overcome his ability of intent, and what the hell does he truly see in my brain? Frozen with uncertainty of what to do, I barely hear Heimdall mocking me. What he is saying is none of my concern right now. I. need. To. see. What. That. book. Was. about. Everything inside of me gave out. I pounce for the book, no thoughts no warning. Heimdall is startled, and his book is engulfed under my body. Immediately, I hug the book and secure it. Now I'm in the fetal position, on Heimdall's lap. Not the ideal place to be, but in reality, any lap is comfortable.

"You're more feral than Gulltopr! You overgrown cat! What was that!" Heimdall tries to stand. He struggles. But then realizes. "You have my book." I tighten all my muscles. "I need to know." "Need to know what, you mania-ridden half-god." Ever so slightly I look at Heimdall, my eyes are filled with mischief. "What about this book? Compelled you to hum so sweetly?" I smile. Heimdall stares into my eyes once more. And he also smiles? "You think I'm hiding a secret admiration for something?" He laughs. "I'm not a creep obsessed with romantic scenarios and fantastical 'lands', or cute whimsical stories!" He leans over me, and I lose my smile. "I change my mind, Look at the book sunshine." He leans back and crosses his arms. His body finally relaxes. Now, I'm bound to feel like a fool once I realize the truth. No, I am not looking forward to Heimdall's infamous mockeries, but yes, I do prefer his sober mockery-filled banter, rather than the drunken shouting of the other Aesir. Hesitantly, I exit my fetal position and sit up between Heimdall's legs. I bring the book closer to my face and read the title. "The great wall of Asgard, and it's prideful watcher." Huh, well that makes sense. A prideful brat finding joy through his own glory. "Satisfied?"- Heimdall leans to me, smiling. -"Sunshine." Once again he laughs and points his finger at me. "I will admit that you too are good company sometimes. Though I hate to admit, you and I are getting too comfortable." His smile shifts.

Swiftly, he kicks me away from him, and I roll into my back. "Hey, that hurt!" I shout while sitting up. Heimdall stands up and walks over to me. "That was nothing you couldn't handle. Don't be so hurt over that." He smiles again and extends his hand. "Trying to be nice now?" I ask. "From anyone else's perspective, I've been nothing but decently nice to you." He has been nicer to me compared to anyone else, especially Atreus, and his own brother. Although I haven't seen him interact with many Aesirs, he usually idles with Odin or by himself. "Do you have any friends?" I ask. Heimdall looks confused but shakes his head. He grabs my arm and pulls me up. "I have many friends, you could say all of Asgard are friends with one another." I look at him, my face unconvincing. He rolls his eyes. "No, I do not get along with many, because I see what they truly are. No matter how much they lie, or how much they charm."- Heimdall's grip on my arm tightens a touch. -"But, I can say you are a bit different, nothing special, just different. Your words come straight from your mind, and they do not lie." Heimdall's eyes look as if they're trying to solve something. He lets go of my arm and takes a step back. "We are friends." His tone doesn't sound too approving.

"Are we really? You don't seem too happy about that." His face looks as if it's pleading with me. As if he's pleading with me to understand his own mind, or he's trying to dig for something in mine. I lean towards him and extend my hand, only my pinky held up. "Hey," I say, my tone being soft, "I won't tell anyone about the sweet hums I heard." I smile cheekily. "Promise." His eyes widen, it's like I genuinely surprised him. Or maybe he doesn't know what a pinky promise is. "I know what that is." He scoffs and holds up his hand to mine, pinky out. He hesitates for a moment, then interlocks our pinkies. "If one word comes out from you about this-" "Then you gut my brother, I know" I interrupt. "No." He scoffs. "You won't get to pet Gulttopr." My mouth drops at the atrocity he had just said. I laugh. "You are truly despicable." I pull my hand back and notice the sun is nearly set. "I should see if Atreus has returned," I say. "Perhaps you should."- Heimdall puts his hand on his hip and leans. -"Come on then."

"Oh, you're coming with me?" I muse while beginning to walk in the direction he was not leaning to. Heimdall grabs my arm. "Yes," He sounds disappointed, "Best I accompany you, so you don't get lost."- He pulls my arm towards the direction he was leaning and we begin to walk. -"You know I leaned this way to indicate where we were supposed to be heading." "Well, you should've been more obvious with it then!" I smile at Heimdall. He smiles back. "You are quite stupid-" His steps slow a bit I and feel his eyes looking at me. -"My darling," he mutters. I barely heard it, and I said nothing of it, and so did he. Small banter about Asgard's nature was made on our trek back. Once we arrived at the Great Hall, he left to serve Odin, and I went to see Atreus. I doubt I'll see him again tonight. Though in the morning, I do hope to see him.

Thanks For Reading !!

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doctorofmagic · 1 year

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All we know so far about the new Doctor Strange series

It’s been a while since the new volume was announced but now we have the full solicitation and more covers for issue #1.

Written by Jed MacKay and drawn by Pasqual Ferry, the story will be “centered around a shocking mystery that strikes at the very heart of Strange’s legacy and purpose”. The series will pay homage to the “hero’s psychedelic and otherworldly storytelling, taking readers to places only Strange would dare to go and introducing enemies only he could hope to defeat, including a brand-new threat that Strange shares a personal connection with.”

The new uniform was redesigned by Alex Ross himself.

He also did the art for the main cover to promote the series, which is a homage to Frank Brunner’s cover for the Treasure Edition, as well as this pin-up.

“It's been really exciting to have the opportunity to not only continue exploring the magical side of the Marvel Universe with the inhabitants of 177A Bleecker Street, but to follow the lives of the Stranges as the last year and a half has put them through the wringer. Pasqual has been putting together a truly magical book, and I'm super psyched to show people what's in store for Stephen and Clea Strange—and of course, we won't be giving them any time off after recent events..." MacKay says.

“When I started working for Marvel a long time ago, there were three comics I had always wanted to draw: FANTASTIC FOUR, SPIDER-MAN, and DOCTOR STRANGE,” Ferry said. “Why Doctor Strange? Because his stories include all the elements I love as an artist—the fantasy, science fiction, and imagination. Above all, the fact that I could look at Steve Ditko’s work as a reference really motivates me! When he drew Doctor Strange, all the utopian and imaginary sceneries were incredible. So this is a very special moment in my career, and I’m looking forward to seeing where the character is going to take us with this new narrative. I know a lot of artists, including myself, consider Doctor Strange a challenge, like there is a need to add something new to the character because it offers you that possibility. For me, Doctor Strange is a big challenge, but I embrace it.”

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Doctor Strange #1

JED MACKAY (W) • PASQUAL FERRY (A) • Cover by ALEX ROSS MARVEL ICON VARIANT COVER BY STEFANO CASELLI VARIANT COVER BY MARCO CHECCHETTO STORMBREAKERS VARIANT COVER BY MARTIN COCCOLO INFINITY SAGA PHASE 3 VARIANT COVER BY STEVE SKROCE TIMELESS DORMAMMU VIRGIN VARIANT COVER BY ALEX ROSS TIMELESS DORMAMMU VIRGIN SKETCH VARIANT COVER BY ALEX ROSS CHANGE YOUR REALITY! Stephen Strange is back! Reunited with Clea and Wong, it's back to business as usual for the Sorcerer Supreme. Have your children fallen into a deep nightmarish slumber? Are demonic refugees invading your home? Is your husband possessed by a satanic entity? Then call Doctor Strange! Join Jed MacKay (MOON KNIGHT, BLACK CAT) and Pasqual Ferry (NAMOR: CONQUERED SHORES, SPIDER-MAN: SPIDER'S SHADOW, THOR) as they begin a new chapter in the life of the Master of the Mystic Arts! 40 PGS./Rated T+ …$4.99

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Now, my personal view. It’s Jed MacKay, so of course I know it’ll be good. Stephen and Clea are in good hands for SURE. It does feel, though, that the series will be focused on classic comics’ style, from Ditko to Brunner. Now, I do love Brunner’s art, it’s one of my favorite DS artists. But I’m not entirely convinced by the new design, especially for modern days. I’m not too familiar with Ferry’s art either, but as always, I’ll wait and see how it goes.

As for the story, am I concerned about who’s the person close to Stephen doing questionable things? Yes. I don’t have any idea of who they might be, though, but I do hope it doesn’t ruin the affection I have towards these characters.

Overall, I’m just glad that Stephen is back and he's reunited with Clea, Wong and Bats. Now I can expect way more cameos and team-ups, which makes me waaaay happier n.n it was a tough year for fans. I really love hurt/comfort, but boi, the comfort part is taking too long!!

PS: I see these MCU/MoM references and I despise them.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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The Dream - Chapter Ten.

BESTIES! Who wants a double update? It’s here, you’re getting one! I figured I would, since the next two chapters are a little shorter, both coming in at under 3k in the word count. Going forward, I think we’ll do a 40 note unlock for a double update, and a 30 note unlock for a single one. Sounds fair, doesn’t it? Well, I hope you enjoy what I have in store for you here. Looking forward to your thoughts, as ever :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

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Words - 2,648

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“He’s still acting strange with you, then?” Angel asked, winding noodles around his fork. They were at the Chinese restaurant Keri had said she wanted to take him to, discussing her current predicament with Aaron.

“Well, kind of,” she began, poking at the pastry on one of the spring rolls before her. “He’ll ask what Rachel, Frankie and I are talking about, and if I say you, then he’ll just close up, or make some remark. He still has you pegged as a scumbag.”

Angel looked entertained by that. “Some people think I am, and if that’s what he wants to believe without ever actually meeting me, then that’s up to him.” He scratched his beard, shrugging. “I ain’t losing sleep over it, neither should you.”

“I’m trying not to, but it irritates me. What you do doesn’t have anything to do with him,” she stated, Angel chewing through his mouthful of food quickly, reaching to cover her hand with his.

“Don’t let it bother you, especially when he’s only looking out for you. You just don’t like it because it probably throws up a little conflict for you too, doesn’t it?”

She felt a little uncomfortable at his presenting of the truth like that, but decided it was best to be honest. “A bit, if I’m real with you.”

“All you gotta know is the following; what I do and who I am are very different things, alright?” He paused then, Keri sipping her iced tea, nodding. “How about the other guy in your group, Ash, is it? Does he think the same?”

“I’ve no idea, since we haven’t seen him for more than a half hour at a time, if that, for the past few weeks. He’s two years above us and currently coming to the end of taking his master's degree in biochemistry, so he’s literally absconded to his room or the study suites at college as he prepares for his finals in April. I doubt he’d take an issue, though. You guys have a common ground, a love for Harley’s,” she explained.

“Oh yeah?” Angel was interested at that. “What does he ride?”

She sat and thought on it, trying to remember, knowing she could only come out with something that was going to make her look utterly ridiculous. “Erm, it’s red. That’s about all I can tell you.”

He laughed softly at that. “You’re too cute.”

“I am as my Instagram bio states, Provo village idiot.”

Her words sparked something in him then, something he’d been meaning to ask for a while. “Speaking of you Insta, I need to know what made you choose the profile name you did. I mean, I know I was boring and just chose my name and birth year, but yeah, kinda curious to know how girl where photo came about?”

Keri was laughing softly before she’d even spoken, remembering the event that had led to it well. “I changed it after something funny that happened about a year ago. We have these students who came over from Thailand at our college, doing some long-term exchange programme through their church, and they’re the sweetest kids but back then, their English was still a little bit basic at best.

“So, one of them, Trinh, his name is, asked me if I could take some photographs of him to send to his family back home of him up in the mountains where the scenery is so breathtaking, so I agreed. Anyway, I said I’d print the ones he’d chosen, but between our busyness with studies, it took me a while to get them done, and he was obviously quite excited about seeing them, so ran up one morning in the hall and shouted, ‘girl where photo?’ at me. It sounds like he was being rude, but he was just so excited, and he couldn’t remember my name either, so yeah, that explains it. Frankie couldn’t breathe! Every time he sees me now, he yells it at me. It’s our thing.”

He laughed, resting his fork down when he’d finished, Keri taking another bite out of one of the spring rolls before her. “So, tell me how the love of photography started, then. You know, out of all the things we’ve talked about so far, I don't think I ever asked that."

Sitting there listening to her explain how she’d first come to love taking pictures with her grandmother’s old wind on camera when she was four, excitedly visiting the local one-hour photo place with her to get them developed, Angel smiled widely all the way through. He couldn’t help but note that he’d never felt so comfortable with someone in such a short space of time, the way they'd fallen into easy conversation, like two old friends becoming reacquainted after a period of separation.

How he felt when he was with her in his sleep was definitely mirrored by the reality of such, Keri seeming to settle well despite – as he could tell clearly – being quite nervous earlier as they’d left the airport. She’d almost crashed into a concrete post on her way out of the car park.

As for Keri, if only Angel knew how well she was hiding the fact that inside, all she could hear were panicked honking noises. Supressing her nerves was a battle she was mostly winning, but boy, she was working her ass off to keep it all hidden. Yes, she felt comfortable with him, and he was just a nice as he’d seemed thus far, but she still couldn’t believe he was sitting across the table from her.

This man, this completely irresistibly gorgeous man, a man she would have considered out of her league, was sitting there looking like he was honestly enjoying getting to know her. Her inner self? Anxious. She revealed those thoughts too after they’d left the restaurant, Keri stopping in at Frankie and Jaime’s apartment so she could leave her car behind and Angel could drop his bag inside, taking an Uber down to The Lounge.

“So, how’s it going?” Frankie asked, Keri greeting them both with a kiss while Angel went to the bar.

“Help! He’s too hot for me, I’m out of my depth and only just holding it together to act like a normal person and not spiral into one long calamity Joe parody of myself!” she hissed, seating herself on the opposite couch, a narrow table dividing them.

“Love, you need to cease with these thoughts,” Jaime began, reaching to squeeze her wrist. “You have no idea how much of a knockout you are, do you?” Here they were, Keri’s usual nerves and self-doubt when it came to men, especially in that moment, walking in with a very attractive one, the kind of guy that looks wise, she should have always aimed for, rather than selling herself short because she didn’t believe she could do better.

Keri waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “Stop, I am not!” Just then, Angel arrived back with them, placing down a pitcher of margaritas before a surprised looking Frankie and Jaime, and the same with beer for him and Keri, plus two glasses he pulled from his back pockets. He indicated he’d be back, returning with exactly the same order again.

“You trying to get us wasted there?” Frankie asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Ah, shit. She sussed me,” he laughed, before pointing back at the bar. “Your local ice hockey team just walked in, so I double ordered everything. Ain’t nobody getting close to that bar between the big dudes and all the hockey groupies down there.”

“I believe the term is puck bunny,” Jaime spoke, pouring out a fresh drink for her and Frankie. “And you say that like you’re not a big dude when really, you’re what? Six three?”

“Yeah, about that,” he confirmed, passing a beer to Keri. “I feel like a damned giant compared to this one.”

“Everyone is a giant compared to me and my five four tininess.” she laughed, cringing a little. Their conversation moved on, the girls all getting to know Angel a little better, laughing hard at stories of his youth, some of the antics he found himself involved in, the kind of life he’d had so very different from theirs. He enjoyed it, too, in turn hearing about them, learning of their lives, yet there was only one person he craved alone time with in order to do more of the same.

“What?” he questioned hours later when they’d returned to the apartment, Keri grinning to herself beside him, both all bundled in a comforter and blankets to ward out the chilly February cold. When the heat went off in the apartment, the temperature dropped quickly, and boy, you felt it.

“Nothing,” she spoke softly, shaking her head. “I'm just having a 'holy shit he's right there' moment again. It's good, but still weird.”

He could identify with such. “Same. I can't believe I'm here either.” His smile reached his gorgeous, dark eyes, reaching to squeeze her shoulder. “So, tell me things about you that I don’t already know, then.”

Her eyes widened a fraction, and it made his pulse skip. She was even lovelier than her pictures or presence in his dreams had alluded to. “Gosh!” she began, combing her hair away from her face with her fingers. “I don’t even know where to start!”

“Alright, I’ll ask, you tell?” he suggested, Keri nodding.

“Okie dokie, and you answer too!” And so, they began.

“What’s something you have more knowledge about more than anybody else you know?” Oh, that was an interesting choice. Thinking on it, he didn’t seem the type who’d be interested in run of the mill, getting to know you small talk. And as she replied about her love and knowledge of Nikon cameras, with Angel asking interesting specifics, she truly saw that he was much smarter than he appeared in how he articulated himself.

His wasn’t academically smart, but she enjoyed how direct he was, how original the questions were that he asked of her, and how perceptive he appeared to be. Therefore, she matched him, knowing that he wouldn’t be the type to be pacified by asking what his favourite movie or colour was. In truth, neither was she.

“If you could sit and spend an evening talking to anyone from history, alive or dead, who would it be?”

He beamed. “Yo, that’s a fuckin’ great question.” He took a pause, considering his options. The fantasy woman of his early teens, model Helena Christensen immediately popped into his head, but it would be gauche to reply with a beautiful woman, and he could do much better than that. “Che Guevara. I admire those who don’t play by the rules in order to achieve a better balance where power is concerned. Rebellion and revolution, people who stand up against oppression, I think it’s brave and bold, amazing even, the ripple effect that one person and their ideas can cause. How about you?”

Her reply was immediate. “Annie Leibovitz. The way she captures so much personality of her subjects in her photography, making the images so deeply personal, almost like they’re just a moment captured in a sequence of motion. Her images might be still, but they move. They have vibrance, some of her works even remind me of Renaissance paintings. She’s truly masterful.”

“I guess there’s a lot more to photography than there appears at first glance, right? It ain’t just about pointing a camera at your subject and clicking. I think it’s a really interesting art form, although I know very little about it. What’s your favourite picture you’ve ever taken?”

Immediately, she reached for her phone. “This one got taken off of my Instagram, even though I censored the boobies, but here.” Clicking on the image, it enlarged, Keri turning her phone to show Angel the photograph of Frankie, naked but a Pride flag wrapped around her waist, one hand holding herself up as she swung from the overhead bars of the black iron fire escape outside of the apartment, the other hand raising her middle finger, a cigarette hanging from the corner of her glossed pout. “It’s just her, unapologetically her. I captured the entire essence of Frances Scarvo in one picture, which was my aim.”

Angel studied it, loving the details, the light, the way the shadows fell over her lithe muscles, the shaft of sunlight shining down onto the tall building glinting the defiance in her eyes. “I fucking love it, you’re right, the way you’ve captured so much of her in it. I mean, I don’t even know her, but what I’ve noticed in her, her total confidence and pride in being an out lesbian, her humour and her strength, it’s all here. It’s unapologetic, just like you said. You should print this for her and frame it.”

“Already did,” she revealed. “It’s hanging in the bedroom, next to one I took of Jamie in a bubble bath. One I ended up slipping on the edge of the tub and falling into with her fully clothed. I just about had chance to throw my camera at Frankie and save it, rather than save myself.”

He laughed softly, imagining it. “Calamity Joe strikes again, huh?”

“Don’t you start calling me that, too!” The laughter they shared was so natural and easy, Angel loving that she didn’t take herself too seriously, her slight clumsiness a source of her own amusement just as much as it was everyone else’s.

He reached for her, thumb skimming her cheek, the gesture small, but big enough to make her heart flutter. “It’s good to see you relax a little at last. I’ve noticed it, how hard you’ve been working to not let your nerves get the better of you.

Shit. And she thought she’d fooled him. Angel Reyes, it seemed, was even more perceptive than she’d realised. “I want to be like I am with you in our dreams,” she began, Angel raising an eyebrow in a manner that bordered on lascivious. “Not like that!” she admonished playfully, slapping his chest with the back of her hand. “Well, not yet, anyway. You get what I mean, though.”

At the suggestion of those connotations manifesting in reality, he felt a little flicker of arousal stir within his depths. He couldn’t help it, the attraction he felt only strengthening in reality. “I do, I understand.” He’d keep it in check, though, for her comfort. “Okay, I thought of something else. If you could visit any period of time in history, when would you choose and why?”

“One of the prehistoric ages, so I could witness dinosaurs, the cretaceous period in particular. As long as in this hypothesis I could be somewhere safe, I’d love to sit and view them, the triceratops, the velociraptors, the tyrannosaurs rex. Can you imagine how incredible that would be? I have so much awe about them. There’ve been quite a few remains found in Moab, so I like to visit whenever I have time, go and see the skeletons in the museum there. I never get bored. How about you?”

All the way through her explanation, she’d noticed his smile widening, his reply confirming what she was beginning to think. “Exactly the same. All that shit is fascinating. You gotta take me to that museum! I’ve never been to see the bones in person before, but looking at pictures, the scale ones that show just how huge they were, it’s mind-blowing, trying to imagine something that big ever walking the earth.”

Finding something they were both geeks over kept them talking for a long time before their conversation eventually moved on, 2am rolling around, and neither feeling even remotely tired. Even if they were, they wouldn’t have been prepared to have called time on something they were enjoying so much.

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The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 29

THE RED LOTUS

Korra’s POV

Opening my eyes I am greeted by a sight of beautiful trees with ember leaves and the same orange sky that was in the physical world. Spirits roam across the sky in a peaceful process.

The Spirit World.

I have no time to admire the scenery, though. I have a job to do.

Marching to one of the trees, I immediately find my target standing on a nearby hill.

Aiwei.

Before I can even confront him, however, another man appears out of nowhere. I recognise him instantly from my attempted kidnapping back in Zaofu. The grey and black robes and the shining bald head.

Zaheer.

Ducking behind one of the trees, I watch Zaheer walking towards his spy, his steps and stature alone convey his intense anger and frustration.

“What happened back in Zaofu?” He asks the truth seer, his irritation evident. “You told me we wouldn't have any problems getting the Avatar? Because of you, we've all been compromised.”

Surprisingly, despite being able to detect one’s change in heartbeat, Aiwei doesn’t seem to notice Zaheer’s anger. Or maybe he does and is trying to play it cool. Either way, it isn’t working.

“No, any evidence was destroyed when my library burned.”

“Where is your physical body now?”

“At the Misty Palms Inn. But there is no need to worry. I was not followed.”

“You left a loose end.”

The declaration from Zaheer stirs up uneasiness within me. I have an idea what he’s talking about.

Aiwei does not. “I assure you; no one knows anything about us.”

“No, you are the loose end.”

Then, he grabs the truth seer!

NO!

Rushing forward, I yell out “Zaheer!” in an attempt to let him go. The criminal does turn to me, eyes widened in surprise, but a second afterwards they both disappear.

DAMMIT!

Looking around, I try to find any trace of Zaheer or Aiwei or even the tiniest hint of where they went. I get nothing.

Before I can wallow in my disappointment, though, I hear the same sound Zaheer made when he first arrived here.

Turning right around, I see the airbending criminal…alone.

Oh no.

“It seems Aiwei was mistaken.” He states, lips curling in a sadistic smirk. “He was followed.”

“That’s right.” I confirm, not letting his confidence shaken my own. “We knew he'd lead us straight to you. Now, what did you do with him?”

“He’ll be spending an eternity in the Fog of Lost Souls.” He answers with a sense of sick, twisted pleasure of dooming a man to a fate worse than death. “Which just leaves the two of us.”

The smirk that was plastered on Zaheer’s face is gone, replaced with an even more sinister smile.

Clenching my fists, I stare him down.

It’s time to get answers.

Y/N’S POV

I stare at Korra’s seemingly lifeless meditative sitting position in anticipation, all the while tapping my foot against the ground consistently in impatience.

“She’ll be fine, Y/N.” Asami assures me.

I hum in agreement. “I know, I know. Doesn’t make me not worried about her though.”

“Remember, no-one would have their bending in the Spirit World.” Mako explains, staring out the window for surveillance like the true policeman that he is. “Even if Korra was caught, its not like Aiwei or Zaheer can do anything about it. Besides, she can instantly return to her body if something does go wrong.”

The information being repeated to me comforts me somewhat but I can’t help feel the nervousness shaking my bones inside.

Something isn’t feeling right. I know it.

“I know.” I finally respond, still staring at Korra. “But I can’t help but feel like something terrible is about to happen.”

MEANWHILE

NO-ONE’S POV

Far away from Team Avatar, in the secluded rocky cave that was their hideout, three of the Red Lotus wait patiently as Zaheer is in the Spirit World to meet with the idiotic truth seer who butchered their entire operation back at the metal city of Zaofu.

“What’s taking him so long?” Ghazan asks, completely tired with the whole ordeal.

Ming-Hua shrugs. “Maybe Aiwei’s late.”

P’li says nothing. There is nothing to say. Soon the meeting will be over and they will finally discuss what to do next.

Then, as if Zaheer heard them himself, he speaks.

“Avatar Korra. Misty Palms Inn. Find her.”

The three members jump slightly in shock at the revelation that their prime target is so close, only for their surprise to be pushed aside by determination.

Yes. YES!

They have another chance.

A chance they will not let go to waste.

P’li turns to her friends. “You two go. I'll stay here and make sure Zaheer's body is safe.”

Ghazan immediately gets up and begins to leave but before he could Ming-Hua stops him with her water tendril.

“You should go too.” The waterbender tells her, rising to her feet. “Us two against the Avatar’s friends might be a bit of an issue.”

What? This is new.

The combustion bender, slightly startled by her friend’s lack of confidence, raises an eyebrow. “Since when was the last time you ever got scared by our enemies?”

“I’m not scared.” Ming-Hua scowls, offended by the mere idea. “If it was just that firebender and earthbender that won’t be much issue. But if that airbender Zaheer mentioned, Y/N, is there to help them then the numbers will be in their favour. If you come with us, we can easily separate them.”

“She does have a point, P’li.” Ghazan agrees. “Besides, Zaheer seemed interested in that young airbender. This is the perfect opportunity for killing two birds with one stone by capturing the Avatar and Y/N.”

Frowning in deep thought, P’li steals a glace at the back of her beloved.

They do have a point. But Zaheer…

“He’ll be fine.” Ming-Hua tells her gently. “He’s the toughest out of all of us even when he’s meditating.”

With those few words, the decision is made.

They’re right. This is their chance. Their moment.

Rising to her feat, P’li turns back to her friends.

“Let’s go.”

TIME SKIP

Y/N’S POV

The uneasiness has not subsided. The feeling that something bad is about to happen has not subsided. The pounding of my heart has subsided. None of my worries has subsided!

The orange glow from the sunset sky has been vanquished by the darkness that is the night sky. Korra is still in the Spirit World for who knows how long now.

Glancing out of the window, my heart stops entirely.

There, a distance not too far from where we are, are three individuals. The very same individuals we confronted in the metal city.

A man with long unkept jet-black hair with a scruffy beard.

A slim female with water tendrils as arms.

And a tall combustion bender with a tattoo that resembles a artistically drawn eye.

They’re wandering around the small village, not bothering to conceal themselves, and from the looks of it they look like they are ready for a fight.

“Guys, Zaheer’s friends are here!”

Gasps are heard behind me and Mako leans closer to my side and he spots it. “Yeah, they’re here alright!”

“How?” Asami asks, completely bewildered.

“That doesn’t matter.” I tell them, facing the rest of my friends. “We need to get Korra out of here.”

Bolin, the most panicked out of all us, rushes to Korra and begins shaking her frantically. “Come on, Korra! Wake up!”

Korra doesn’t even peak an eye open. Dammit.

Mako, seemingly already have figured out a plan, carefully picks her up and places her on top of Naga. Then, with a determined and calculating look painted across his features, turns to black-haired woman. “Asami, you take Korra and get her out of here. Y/N, Bolin, and I will hold them off.”

“On it.” Asami immediately says, hopping onto the polar bear dog. “Good luck, you three.”

“You too.” I tell her earnestly. “Now go!”

And, just like that, Naga rushes out of the door in a speed that rivals the fastest Satomobile and we follow suit. I hear a feminine exclaim of “The Avatar!” and an explosion. It seems like the combustion bender just barely managed to miss them and just before they can properly pursue them Mako and I throw our attacks of fire and air right into their direction, catching their attention and forcing them to stand back away.

Good. They have our attention on us.

That relief is short lived though as I see the third-eye woman leaning backward and tensing her body up as if she’s ready to attack!

“Watch out!” I yell at them but its cut off with an explosion right in front of my eyes, sending us flying backward in different directions. Pain fills my form and a constant ringing drown out everything else. Glancing upward slightly, I see that the two brothers fared better than I have, most likely because I caught the most of the combustion bender’s attack, and they already seem to be involved in their own little fights. On my right, I see Mako dodging and weaving the ice-turned tendrils of the water-armed lady, and on my left I see Bolin lifting pieces of the earth in front of him to act as shields against the lava that is thrown at him from his attacker.

Wait, where’s the third?!

Looking at right in front of me, I see the combustion bender focusing her attention on the fight between Mako and her friend, a look of strategizing on her face as if waiting for a right moment to land her own attack on him without harming her ally.

No! Get up, dammit! Get up!

Ignoring the searing aching in my back, I rise to my feet and as she begins leaning back to launch another attack, I unleash a poweful air sweeping kick into her direction which knocks her to her feat.

Now that she’s down, I take my chance as I rush forward and twirl in an elegant swoop to launch an air tunnel at her. At the same time, however, the combustion bender recovers just enough to launch another explosion right in front of my attack, sending both of us back a good feat. This time, I manage to stay on my feet as I skid back despite the blast of the explosion and the burning friction between myself and the ground. My opponent does the same.

That was close. Too close.

“I can’t beat this guy!” Bolin shouts admist the chaos. “It’s like I’m giving him ammo! Want to trade?”

Glaring at my own rival, I scoff.

I wish I can trade. She’s too powerful with her constant explosions!

Unless…

Unless I get close enough to chi-block her!

I’ve been so focused on airbending this entire time I completely forgot that I was a chi-blocker first! If I can get to her, I can render her powerless!

Now filled with a new sense of confidence, I give her a wide grin. This was clearly not what she expected, as she raises her eyebrows slightly in surprise only to frown them in a split second later to prevent me from seeing it. She failed miserably.

The carnage around me fades away as I focus on her and her alone.

Let’s do this.

In a blink of an eye, I begin my charge with arms flinging backward for less air resistance and greater speed. Seeing me advancing towards her, she begins launching shorts bursts of explosions my way. With my skills of a master of chi-blocker, I barely manage to scrape by from her attack through leaps and side-steps. Now a few seconds away, she gives up sending explosions and simply shoots out fireballs in my direction to catch me off guard. I anticipate this, however, and I fall to my knees and bend back, letting the flames fly right over my face. Before she can even launch another attack, I slide close enough to land powerful attacks to her pressure points and in a matter of seconds she lands onto the ground. Defeated.

Panting heavily, my heart beating as fast as an engine, my senses return.

I did it. I…I actually defeated her.

Shaking my head, I return to the here and now. No time for relishing my victory, I need to help-

Before I can even finish my own thoughts, a pounding blow on the side knocks me to one of the buildings!

The pain that I managed to resist returns in full-force and the ringing comes back as if nothing had happened.

WHAT?!

Groaning, I squint my eyes open and I see the bearded-man right in front of me, gazing down at me with sadistic pride. The glint in his eyes radiate victory.

Victory?!

Looking behind him, my heart sinks.

Bolin is trapped in a sphre of water by the waterbending friend of his.

No!

Glancing to my right, I see Mako slumped…unconscious.

NO!

The man steps to the side and a water tendrals grabs the centre of my chest and thrusts me right towards Bolin. A second tendril, created from the one that pulled me forward, grabs Mako.

“Go get the Avatar!” Our captor tells the man. “I’ll stay with P’li until she recovers. I have these three under control.”

Nodding, the man rushes off out of sight.

NO!

I begin to raise my arm in a desperate attempt to send an air attack but the pain, the pain is too much!

“Argh.” I grunt out, reeling my right arm back.

“I don’t know why Zaheer is so interested in you but it better be worth it.” The water-armed lady snarls. “No-one hurts one of us and gets away with it.”

I glare right into her rage-filled ocean eyes but don’t say a word.

We lost.

TIME SKIP

Battered and beaten, we are thrown onto the ground in claustrophobic cave.

“The Earth Queen’s army snatched up the Avatar before I could.” The lavabender says, his annoyance prevalent.

When I saw him return to Misty Palms Inn without Korra and Asami, my hopes were lifted. They were crushed almost immediately afterwards when I heard that the Ba Sing Se’s dictator got her greedy hands on them. Still, it’s better than being prisoners of these people.

“But we figured you could find a use for these three.” The waterbender adds with twisted joy.

Slowly but surely, I rise my head and I see him.

Him.

The face I thought was that of a friend. The face I affiliated with Yorru.

The face of Zaheer, his shining emerald eyes staring right into my own.

Without shifting his gaze, he gestures towards the two brothers. “Load these two into the truck and wait there.” He then gestures to me. “I wish to be left alone with this one.”

What?

“Are you sure?” The combustion bender asks him, now fully recovered from my chi-block attack. I can hear the worry and concern in her voice. It seems that, despite me being tied up, she has been slightly shaken up by me being able to defeat her. “That one was tougher and cleverer than we thought. They’re a chi-blocker too.”

I see a flash of surprise in the criminal’s eyes, only to return to normal.

“I’ll be fine.”

The lavabender picks up Bolin and another seize Mako and the head off, leaving Zaheer and I all alone in the dark cave.

Neither of us speak for a moment. Then, he walks behind me. Closing my eyes, I await for what may be certain death or worse.

Instead, I am gently lifted up so I am sitting on my knees.

What?

Then, he walks back to in front of me and sits down cross-legged.

“I hope you weren’t injured too badly.”

I scoff. “Thank you for the concern, Yorru. Or is it Zaheer?”

Against my hopes, the use of his fake name doesn’t make him flinch at all. Instead, he gives me a sympathetic look.

“I apologise for the deception.” He tells me in a tone that appears to be genuine. “But I’m sure you understand why I had to keep my true identity a secret.”

Snorting, I tilt my head to the side. “I understand that you are not the person I thought you were. My initial suspicions about you were right from the start! You-You’re just some evil criminal wanting to hurt my best friend!”

My outburst does nothing. If anything, it makes me come across as a child.

“A highly inaccurate description.” Zaheer calmly retorts. “But I digress, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

Much to my surprise, he nods. “I will answer whatever questions you have. You deserve the truth after being deceived. What do you wish to know?”

What?!

My mouth goes agape in an “o” shape for a few seconds, making my shock painfully obvious, and then I snap it shut.

After thirteen years of not telling anyone anything he’s just going to answer my questions?! Just like that?!

Is he trying to trick me?

No, he wouldn’t. Why would he?

I guess I have nothing to lose by asking him.

I gaze back into his eyes. “Who are you people?”

Zaheer responds immediately. “We are part of a secret society dedicated to restoring freedom to the world. We are the Red Lotus.”

The Red Lotus? Secret society?!

“Like the White Lotus?” I hesitantly ask him.

He shakes his head profusely. “We are what that corrupt society was supposed to be. They became nothing but obedient bodyguards that served the amoral leaders of the nations. Luckily, a legendary man known as Xai Bau defected from the White Lotus and began his own society.”

My mouth drops yet again.

This…this is crazy. Did-Did anyone know about this?

This entire time there has been a secret society that are rivals to the White Lotus?!

“Okay.” I finally tell him after a short moment of silence. “How does Korra fit into this, though? Why did you try to kidnap her when she was a child?”

For a brief second, Zaheer’s eyes flash with anger, only to disappear like it was a dream. “That was Unalaq’s idea.”

UNALAQ?!

“He was a Red Lotus member too?” I ask him loudly. Before he can respond, I ask another question. “Wait, how come he wasn’t imprisoned too?!”

“He wasn’t with us that night.” He tells me, his anger now slowly returning. “And he covered up his involvement, abandoning me and my friends to a fate of solitude. With us out of the picture, he was able to pursue his selfish desires of becoming a Dark Avatar. That was never our goals”

“And your goals are…” I trail off, prompting Zaheer to finish.

What can his goals be? To conquer the world? No. Four people can’t do that and that won’t explain kidnapping Korra. What could it be then?

“To rid the world of corruption and bring balance to the world.”

His answer freezes me to the bone.

“What?”

“You heard me.” He responds. “The world is full of corrupt leaders running corrupt nations. You had to deal with cruel dictators like the Earth Queen. Don’t you think everyone would be better off if leaders like her would be eliminated?”

I don’t answer right away. I just…stare at him.

He…He wants to rid the world of corruption? People like the Earth Queen?

Images of the dirty, poverty-ridden Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se flashes across my mind as does my own voice.

“This is monstrous! How can the Queen allow this to happen?!”

More echoes fill my mind, voices of my rage towards her.

“I’m not anyone’s servant! I’m a person! Just like those who live in your kingdom, your highness!”

My thoughts of other instances of corruption flash in mind. Like Tarrlok’s and the most of the Republic City Council.

And, much to my shame, thoughts of my rage towards Suyin Beifong come to the forefront of my mind.

“In these past few minutes, you have dismissed his crimes like they’re nothing which is an insult to the people who have been affected! Varrick doesn’t even seem guilty of his actions at all! And you’re encouraging that mindset by giving him fancy robes, delicious meals, free roam of the city, and all the resources that can be used to his desire to invent something that will benefit you. This isn’t for the betterment of Varrick, this is for the betterment of yourself. For your ego!”

“Take some fucking responsibility! It’s clear you have a rat within Zaofu! A rat who is very influential and knows the city inside and out like your guards! Your arrogance nearly costed Korra’s life!”

He wants to eliminate leaders like that?

“I…”I begin, only to stop and start again. “I think they should be removed from power. But they shouldn’t be killed.”

Zaheer’s response to my answer? A smile.

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

Raising my eyebrow in curiosity, I cock my head to the side. “What’s interesting?”

“I asked the same question to Korra when we were in the spirit world.” He explains and his smiles widens. “While similar to yours, she immediately responded with no.”

The revelation throws my mind back to Tenzin’s comments about our hopelessness with the Earth Queen’s corruption…and Korra’s agreement.

“I am frustrated and saddened by this as much as you are. However, we can’t just force the Earth Queen to rule her kingdom the way we want her to. It is not our place.”

“Y/N, I don’t like it as much as you do. But Tenzin’s right.”

I glance downwards, avoiding the man’s gaze. “I’m not surprised. Korra told me there is nothing we can do about it.”

“That is part of the lies of the White Lotus she is spouting.” Zaheer immediately replies with anger. “She can do something about it, but she refuses to. Had our kidnap attempt back at the South Pole succeeded, we would have taught her the truth about the world and how she can really bring balance.”

I scoff. “You’re sugar-coating it. You just wanted to brainwash her to be your slave.”

“No. All I ever wanted was to show Korra a better path for the world. A path you know all too well.”

Huh?

“What are you talking about?”

The sadistic smile that was on Zaheer’s face softens to the point it seems…gentle. “When I first met you, I had my suspicions that you were allies with the Avatar. They were confirmed when we met again in Zaofu. While it was unexpected, I was pleased at our reunion. We seemed to have a lot in common. We both share an interest in the culture of the Air Nomads, we were both non-benders who were granted the power of the bisons, and we share a hatred for corruption. Our common interests are fascinating, don’t you think?”

My eyes widen, brows raised to the top of my forehead, as I realise his hidden message.

“You want me to…to join you?!”

He nods. “Think about it. We share the same desires of ridding the world of corruption. If we join together, we can save the world from the vile leaders who wish to meld it into their own image. It wasn’t too long ago that Fire Lord Sozin nearly wiped out the Air Nation and started the Hundred Year War. With your help, Y/N, we can prevent that from ever happening again.”

My heart stops in its chest.

This isn’t the first time I have been asked by my enemies to join them.

"Join me. Join me and become my right-hand. Together we can finally vanquish the evil and corruption of benders and bring peace to Republic City and the world."

Amon asked me to join him. But my rage of what he did to Korra made his invitation not so enticing.

But Zaheer’s?

As I remember of the corruption I have encountered since first arriving in Republic City, his invitation to join the Red Lotus becomes tempting. Very tempting.

The dragon inside returns.

Join him. Join the Red Lotus. We can save the world from the scum of society!

“I…”

Join him.

JOIN HIM.

Wait…

“Will you replace them with more trustworthy leaders should you succeed? And how does kidnapping Korra fit into this?!”

My questions clearly weren’t what Zaheer expected as his expression slightly falters. “There will be no replacements. True freedom can only be achieved when oppressive governments are torn down.”

The dragon is silenced.

“What?!” I yell. “That won’t bring freedom! There will be total anarchy!”

“Exactly.” He simply retorts in nonchalance like it isn’t insanity. “As the wise Guru Laghima, an airbender, once said: “New growth cannot exist without first the destruction of the old." This is the only way balance can be restored.”

I…I can’t believe this. He wants to bring chaos!

“You’re insane!” I exclaim, leaning backwards in horror. “Governments are flawed but tearing them down and not replacing them won’t bring balance! It will bring horror! I will not be a part of that!”

My outroar finished, we sit in tense silence. Then, Zaheer closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh of disappointment.

“Very well.” He finally says, reopening his eyes with a sternly look. “I knew it was unlikely but for a moment I really thought you would join us. So unfortunate. We could have done great things together.”

He lifts his gaze to the entrance of the cave. “Ghazan! Load Y/N into the truck! We are heading to Ba Sing Se!”

Ba Sing Se?! That’s where Korra and Asami are going!

“Wait!” I yell. “You hadn’t answered my last question. How does Korra fit into all of this?!”

Zaheer’s sinister smile returns. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

NO!

And with a strike at the back of my head, the world is consumed by darkness.

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I hope you enjoyed it!

I really wasn't kidding when I said this was a slow-burn! I wanted the conversation to show that while Y/N's interests are similar to that of the Red Lotus', they are currently not at the stage of betraying Korra.

Feedback is appreciated!

See you all in the next chapter!

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| Chasing ghosts and choices |

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Pairing: David Barrón x Enedina Arellano Félix x Claudio Vásquez

For @narcosfandomdiscord NarcOctober Fanworks collection - Day 13

Prompt: Day of Life - create a fanwork in which a character avoids their canonical death.

Word count: ≈ 1.7K

TWs: Canon-consistent violence, angst in only the way my boi does I mean just look at that face in the first gif, he’s so not a happy camperksjeb

They’d known each other too long, loved each other too much, and hurt each other too intimately and too many times to pretend they were better than exactly who they were. Okay on my life, I did not mean to do the same exact setup as @drabbles-mc fic for today. I just like am super back in my Barrón feels in a BIG fuckin way rn thanks to Bobby Soto ruining my life in A Million Miles Away skdjflsk but like weirdly and accidentally, this could be kind of a sequel to Adamant skjsldkj imsorryforeverything anyway enjoy Barrón lowkey kicking himself for saving Claudio and also being like, "aight, fine. It was the right call" bc he would never do his lady love so dirty as to purposely let her new husband die SKSKS

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At the sliding glass doors of the Arellanos’ place, Barrón stood, watching the predawn fog diffuse over houses on the streets below, making itself at home in the cracks of alleyways, like the city of Tijuana was an abandoned crypt, the casitas, its tombstones, and struggled to remember the last time he’d saved someone.

Being a sicario, he didn’t have much occasion to save people. Or at least, not without tipping the scales in death’s favor in the process. And yet, reminded in a flash of memory—some fake cop’s hat flying in the air when one of his bullets sinks in the guy’s forehead and drops him almost comically like his body’d turned to lead—in this case, he’d delivered plenty to death’s door. He was nothing if not a professional, right.

Maybe it was who he’d saved that made this feel more significant than past jobs. Less delivering to death’s door, more delivering life, delivering a future with one she loved, back to her. That felt as big. Bigger even. Particularly when it ensured his own future would be the same as it ever was. Chasing ghosts and loving in silence. Playing not the fool, but a tool. A weapon. Incredibly useful if only for a precious few tasks. And in the end, who could really blame them when he was so good at it? That’s right. Nothing if not a professional.

With any luck that’d be his ticket out though, what with Mín going off the grid until things cooled down and the family figured out the next moves to make. Hopefully, he’d have a new post to look forward to, a change of scenery. If not the places then the people. Or some of them.

Because no doubt there’d be some kind of political fallout, Claudio being a district attorney and all. He was affable enough to massage it over with the public but his own family was another matter. They were probably furious, already skeptical about the match from the get. So, the Arellanos would have to measure their response carefully. And that’s just what it would have to be: a response, not a retaliation. The inconvenience of legitimacy now rearing its ugly head with such urgency, Barrón didn’t even have the fight left in him to manage a glib, ya te lo dije.

He wondered idly if maybe that was part of Chapo’s plan or just an unhappy accident, forcing the Arellanos in the public eye at such a precarious time. Not yet legitimate enough to be installed in the untouchable chilango upper class where they could retaliate with impunity, but still beholden to the higher standards of a “real” business in the eyes of the people.

As of now, it all seemed like just the most fucked game of Cat’s Cradle. Too much for a pocho from Logan Heights to untangle. It wasn’t even that strategy wasn’t his strong suit, it was more political machinations like these never much held his interest. Maybe the attempt on Claudio’s life would be enough to draw Dina back in. Give her back what she gave up. That was how Barrón had known it was real with them to begin with. She stepped back. No longer lived and breathed for the thrill of realizing the potential of the family business like she’d envisioned. Envisioned since she was a kid, a fact she’d revealed in one of their little warehouse chats when he first got there. Years ago. Back when they were– ah, fuck it. He’d chase that ghost later.

The funny thing was she did that all giving up and stepping back in a bid to keep things separate, shield Claudio from the less savory aspects of things. A bullet to the shoulder is about as good as that plan went.

Maybe this would be Dina’s time. The prospect filled him with pride. Hope. It’d be a thrill to see if it didn’t hurt so bad. And truthfully, given the choice, Barrón would rather fight back boredom-induced sleep, watching little Ruthie play with Lincoln logs in a safe house somewhere, than sit around here watching the future that he’d sacrificed his own for blossom before his very eyes. He did what he did but he didn’t have to like it.

He fished for a porro he’d rolled earlier from his pocket and removed the few stray, leafy bits of weed that had escaped out one end, before popping it between his lips and lighting up. He usually didn’t smoke in the house but considering he still hadn’t changed his shirt stained with Claudio’s blood, setting into the fibers more and more with each passing second, courtesy of a bullet that sailed clean through the guy’s shoulder, he figured he’d earned a pass from his employers. That wasn’t even the best excuse he had. Just the simplest one. What a weird fucking night.

And fuck, he was tired. The noise of the drawers of the credenza opening and closing behind him wasn’t enough to make him turn around. Shit, he might stand here forever. Five hundred years from now, they’d find him, all petrified wood, in this exact spot still staring out the window. Exhausted. Since before he could remember, exhausted.

Her voice broke the reverie and he tried not to resent it too much. He failed.

“David.”

Ugh, they’d talked about this. No first name. He hated it when she called him by his first name. Too close. A flash of red out of the corner of his eye took full shape as Dina joined him at the window, in her red silk robe, arms crossed, hair wild and free like she was the first woman.

A few tendrils of smoke curled out of Barrón’s nostrils and glided down his chin, moving lazy and listless as he felt. The question hung in his throat, thick with smoke, “How is he.”

Dina dropped her shoulders like she’d been holding her breath. “The doctor says he might lose function in his thumb and forefinger on that side, but otherwise,” she exhaled deeply, clenching her jaw to fight back tears of relief, “it looks like Claudio is going to be fine.”

“Heh,” Barrón nodded, half coughing, half chuckling, “I meant Pancho. But uh, no that’s good.” It was sincere and the most he could manage. Frankly, he was impressed he managed that much.

Head dipping forward, her shoulders shaking gently, she laughed self-consciously down at the floor. “Mi brujo, tu compa, sí se pondrá bien. Ese gatito tiene un chinga más de nueve vidas. No te preocupes.”

At that, he smirked and nodded with more heart this time.

They didn’t say anything else to each other for a while. Just stood there watching the purples of the sky brighten, the marine layer fog cooked orange by the rising sun. Down to a sliver of his joint, Barrón sighed, wishing he’d rolled another one, and cracked the sliding door to flick the butt outside. He closed it and stepped back inside to reassume his place as petrified wood but before he got both his hands in his pockets, Dina caught his wrist and slid her hand down into his. It was so stealthy and quick, Houdini’d be proud. He couldn’t place his finger on why, but it filled him with relief that she hadn’t looked at him. Merely held his hand firmly and continued staring out the window, one arm still held tightly across her chest. Yeah, that was easier.

“David. No sé como agradecerte, pero lo que has hecho por Claudio, la familia,” her voice dropped low as if she knew it should be left unsaid, “por mi,” all the while squeezing his hand. “Nunca lo olvidaré.”

He ran his thumb along her palm to let her know he was there, then hummed softly, “Pues, qué otra opción tenía?”

Echoes of the panic he’d felt when he rounded the corner, seeing Claudio crouched in a shower of broken glass, bullet exploding through his shoulder, blood dark red on his crisp blue shirt, hit Barrón like a grenade. What could’ve happened. What almost happened. If he’d gotten there just a second or two later … they both knew.

A dark and inconvenient truth of operating in a world as wild, wild west as theirs made it impossible not to consider. His job, his very nature, made it impossible to ignore: just exactly how easy it would’ve been for him to drag his feet a bit, move just a little slower, lag behind ever so slightly. That one bullet to the shoulder, turns into two in the chest, then three, then four– until. And how easy it would’ve been to play it off like a whoops, unfortunate happenstance, he’d done his best, just couldn’t make it in time, a tragedy.

The fucked thing too was ... for a fraction of a second?

He had thought about it.

He was pretty sure she knew that too or at least considered the possibility. They’d known each other too long, loved each other too much, and hurt each other too intimately and too many times to pretend they were better than exactly who they were. But that’s not how things went. Not the choice he made.

Instead, Barrón whipped around that corner, hammering Chapo and Arturo’s position so relentlessly, the gun felt almost an extension of his own arm – bullet hoses, right – while Claudio was slumped under the bar, clutching his shoulder. Instead, when their path was clear, Barrón yanked Claudio up to his feet by his good arm and offered a shoulder for him to clumsily toss the bad one over. Instead, Claudio bled all over his shirt, as he dragged them both up the steps, down the hallway, into the back kitchen where the Arellanos were waiting, and shot out the windows so they could all make their escape. Instead, he dragged Claudio, once again, to the getaway car and sat him next to his poor Panchito. Best to keep the mess in one place. No use getting blood all over the seats of two different cars.

Some would call it a choice. Then again, with her the foremost thought on his mind, the instant that first bullet ejected from the barrel of his gun into the face of a phony cop, did he really have one to begin with?

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#david barron x enedina arellano felix x claudio vasquez #dinarron #narcoctober #day of life #day 13 #95 percent of the time it took to put this together was the gifs ksksks #bc I thought I had made them already #and I had but with my old tumblr handle #also the quality was like .... like it looked like it had been filmed with a potato #bc I had not perfected the process yet sksks so I had to make new ones #but didn't realize that until I finished writing at like 1:00 am #i'm just really bad at this #and i'm sorry for everything #i should really be banned from participating in monthlong challenges tbh

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