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thmles · 11 months

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| You're losing me.

- stop. you're losing me.

[warnings: spoilers! not proofread, brief mention of dying, angst with no happy endings, symbolic breakup]

[a/n: this was just a quick write because i saw an edit of Gwen and Miles with the song you're losing me by taylor swift and it gave me an idea!! i hope y'all enjoy this tho 🥹]

As a member of the Spider-Society, you knew you had a part in protecting the multiverse. You had to ensure its safety because you live in it. You love the friends that you made from other dimensions, other Spider-folks. And you love him. Miguel O’Hara. He told you that it was his responsibility to protect the multiverse, that he lost too much to give up. You somehow convinced him that he can share that responsibility with the rest of the Spider-Society. With you. But with the recent events with Miles, you weren’t sure if you could do it anymore.

“Is that why you’re here? To let me down easy?” Miles looked over at Peter. You could tell Peter felt uneasy and guilty as he looked away. You looked around the room, a handful of Spider-Men were gathered. Mayday looked scared in her little carrier, watching Miles intently.

“For the last time, why not run it back, huh?”

“Hey, hold on, hold on-” Peter was quick to cut him off. You could understand both sides of the story. Miles just wanted to keep his dad alive, but to everyone’s eyes, it would jeopardize the multiverse. You knew there had to be some way to save his father and the multiverse. Deep down, you doubted Miguel's ideas were true, that there is a way for to disrupt canon events without risking that universe.

“You were right, Gwen. You should have never come to see me.” Your eyes widened and your heart ached for Gwen. You knew that she was doing what she thought was right. It’s hard to make decisions when you’re lost. Gwen was teary-eyed as she watched Miles. You looked up at Miguel beside you and he looked tired of the situation.

The situation was escalating quickly and you were sure Hobie was amused at the scene unfolding in front of all of you. Peter tried to reason with Miles again, attempting to convince him that the death of his father had to happen. That loss is normal, that it makes you all who you are. That we lose people but good things come too.

“You can’t ask me not to save my father,” Miles’ attention shifted from Peter to Miguel, who was beside you. Miles would not back down and Miguel would not try to understand Miles' reasons. He was stubborn and would only want it to go his way.

“I’m not asking you.”

A force field encapsulated Miles and you were quick to face Miguel.

“Miguel!” You exclaimed in disbelief as Peter and Gwen protested as well.

Miguel turned to face you. “You let him leave, and he’ll only cause more damage.”

“You don’t know that! We can figure something out! Don’t do this, Miguel.” You pleaded with him to the best of your abilities.

“I’m sorry, mi vida. You know I can’t let him do that.” He replied with a sigh. Miguel turned towards Peter and Gwen who tried their best to reason with them as well. He turned his back on them.

“Sorry it had to end like this, kid.” Miguel gravely said. “I-It can’t end like this, Miguel! We can figure something out, okay? Please can we just discuss this further!?” You exclaimed as you ran in front of him. He let out a sigh and held the bridge of his nose as he stopped in front of you.

“And risk the whole multiverse? To risk you?” Miguel snapped back at you harshly. You were taken back by his sudden change in attitude.

“I said not to call me that!”

When Miles blew up the force field that imprisoned him, Miguel was quick to shield you from the blast, holding you tightly against his chest. Miguel looked back at Miles who ran out the room in hopes of escape.

“Miles!” Miguel exclaimed, ready to bolt after him. You pulled on his wrist to stop him from chasing after the poor kid. “Don’t do this, Miguel.” You warned him as the other Spider-Men began to chase Miles. “I can’t risk losing you.”

After a long chase, Miles lead the whole Spider Society on a train going up the atmosphere. You were quick to follow the crowd earlier with the sole purpose of stopping Miguel. However, Miles managed to escape Miguel by using the ‘Go Home Machine’. Miguel clawed at the force field surrounding Miles as the rest of you stood there in silence. You didn’t even know what you could do to stop Miguel anymore. He was pissed to say the least and when Gwen retaliated, he sent her back home too. You were horrified as Gwen was fighting against the machine, hoping to escape its grasp.

Miguel quickly formed a team of you, Jess, and Ben in an attempt to bring Miles in, to stop him from disrupting the canon event. He waited for you to enter the portal first but you didn't. Instead you pulled Miguel’s hand and opened it up, placing the promise ring he gave you a year ago on your anniversary.

“You’re losing me.”

That was the last thing you told him before going back to your dimension. You knew that Miguel knew you were going to attempt to help Gwen or Miles, so you knew that he would most likely block out access to creating portals through your watch. Luckily, Miguel had shown you how he and Lyla formed that watch. With a little patience and hardwork, you managed to create your own. And a couple more. You stashed them in a bag and slung it over your body. A picture of Miguel and you in a beach was perfectly framed on top of the table in the hallway. You grabbed it and with a heavy heart, you put the picture frame face down to hide the memory.

I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore.

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miles morales x reader #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o'hara

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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months

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I’ve never done an anonymous thingy before so I hope I’m doing this right 😭

Can you pretty please with sprinkles on top write more stuff about Hobie having a super sweet S/O 🙏🙏

hehe I love writing headcanons about hobie with his s/o ty for requesting <3

Hobie Brown with a GN Sweet Sunshine!S/O

Taglist - Masterlist

☆ Hobie loves loudly, with sloppy kisses and bone-breaking hugs while they love gently, with cheek pecks and cuddles

☆ Watching movies together never ends well because Hobie would want to watch documentaries and historical fiction while his S/O would want to watch movies about animals and coming of age stories (they always end up crying at the end of it while Hobie comforts them)

☆ both of the two love animals but while his s/o coos to the animals and holds them gently, he shows love by affectionately making fun of them. the catch is his s/o can't tell when he's saying it as a joke so their conversations go something like this:

if you've seen that one post you know what I'm talking about

Hobie, holding up a dirty cat in his hands: You smell bloody terrible

S/O: No, don't say that to it, its mean

Hobie, cuddling the cat: Dirty

S/O: No, don't, that's mean!!

Hobie, kissing the cat on top of the head: Absolutely filthy

S/O: NOOOOOOOO

☆ His S/O is really good at taking care of animals and plants though, along with little kids. His friends often joke about how the two would be great parents, because kids seem to love both Hobie and his S/O, no matter what, ie Mayday

☆ they do basically everything together, since S/O loves being around Hobie and Hobie's too afraid to let them out of his sight. He also always feels better when they're around

☆ on a slightly darker note, Hobie never lets his S/O come to any of his protests, especially when he knows that they'll end up getting somewhat violent

☆ its partly because he doesn't want them to get hurt but the main reason is because he knows that they would be too willing to put themselves on the front lines and help people who've gotten hurt in the process.

☆ His sweet S/O would never leave an injured person by themselves and would be trying to make peace with officers while having a gun pointed in between their eyes. he refuses to let that happen.

☆ the worst part is that he knows that if his s/o ever saw him getting violent at a protest or killing a cop, they'd never look at him the same. they were always for nonviolence, peace, and they would absolutely hate the idea of hobie hurting others, even if it was completely necessary.

☆ But Hobie can always count on them to patch him up after a fight, but the problem is they're very much an empath and when they see him so much as flinch while they're trying to clean up the blood, they'll start crying

"It's just a scratch, darling, there's no need to cry."

sobbing hysterically "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I should've been more gentle putting the bandage on-"

"Baby, I'm not even bleeding."

☆ They definitely go to all of Hobie's concerts and sing along to his music. Hobie loves watching them laugh in the crowd and his eyes never leave their face, even when his fans are swarming him

☆ After every concert, they'll come find Hobie in the dressing room and jump into his arms, littering kisses all over his face while he struggles to breathe

☆ His S/O always has so much love to give and Hobie would always be willing to receive it, especially if it comes in the form of kisses and hugs

☆ They'd be the type of couple to always be holding onto each other somehow, ether with Hobie having his arm resting on top of their head or his S/O putting their finger through the belt loop of his jeans

☆ Hobie gets a lot of nightmares, because of all thats happened to him as Spider-man, and often wakes up in the middle of the night.

☆ His S/O holds him and sings to him until he falls back asleep, while kissing the top of his head to help him calm down. Now, he can't fall asleep at all without his S/O holding him

☆ he's either a little spoon or he sleeps lying on top of his s/o while affectionately suffocating them

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder @@d0ubl-tr0ubl3 @lauryn2558

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juneandnick · 1 year

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5x08 : Motherland (My POV)

June and Luke do not seem on the same wavelength about Serena. Rita and Moira seem not to understand their friend's reaction. Their chat is interrupted by protest outside who urge the refugees to get out. Probably people who are afraid that Canada become Gilead 2.0. It is true that Serena has a lot of partisans.

At Gilead, before to take a fly to Toronto in the aim to talk to some families and June, Commander Lawrence with the help of Commanders Blaine (and Calhoun) tries to convince the others Commanders of New Bethlehem’s benefit.

I find it curious that Joseph travels to Toronto alone. Why Nick is not on the trip? Maybe the excuse is that he is not allowed to travel because his wife is pregnant. No matter, I cannot find a convincing answer. He could have secretly seen his daughter again. He could have sold New Bethlehem to June. After all in the following episode he will reproach her for having refused the offer.

A meeting where Lawrence makes a tempting offer: I can bring your daughter to New Bethlehem. I can reunite you there. […] You can be with Hannah again.

Before to add: Nick is helping me. He is fully on board. He is always had your back.

When Joseph says to June: I think being in Canada has dulled your wits. It looks like a parallel with S4E09: You have gone soft in Toronto. Must be all that maple syrup.

In S5E05, Luke crossed the border to retrieve information about Hannah. In this episode, he could see again his daughter but he rejects the idea. While June would risk anything to be with her. Obviously I agree, saying yes is a big risk. But I wonder something: Does Luke feel threatened by Nick's possible proximity?

June begins to react and it feels good: Of course you do not understand. Look what you did to Serena and her baby. […] I never asked you to do that. […] The thing is, I do not need your protection. I do not need it. Hannah does. She is a kid.

June sings I Will Be Your Mirror to Holly. A song she sang for Hannah before Gilead. I really do not like the sneaky way Luke has of coming. And his whining habit.

June says to Serena: You cannot help your child if you are not with them. I would go back. It is a reason of why I think it is not possible that June leaves Canada in S6E01.

This latter pays Joseph a visit because she needs to have answers but above all guarantees if she decides to come to New Bethlehem. We find the June of Gilead, the one who dares to speak her mind: All the girls, all the women raped, tortured, abused in a world that you created, you sick f***. He seems to have remorse.

For his part, Joseph tries to convince her of his motivations for the creation of New Bethlehem: It is a better place. It is the place we wrestle a better future out of an unchangeable past. A place without the sham trials and the torture without child brides. Unfortunately a better place only for Holly but absolutely not for Hannah.

To be honest, it is hard to say if Lawrence tries to convince her just to gain more power. Or if he is sincere. I want to believe he is because after all: He got Nichole out, he got Emily out. He let Mayday into his home. He helped June with Angel's Flight. He even helped deliver Fred. He always refused to do the ceremony.

Later, June and Luke receive a CD. It contains a video of Hannah at her "wifes-in-training" school. June decides she needs to get Hannah back even if it means to live at New Bethlehem. But Luke absolutely disagrees. In S5E05, he tried something, he got scared and it is over. He does not want to try something again. His 12 year old daughter is close to getting married but he stops to fight.

And he even decides for June: I cannot let you go. And she finally dares to express herself: Are you just gonna do the same thing you have done for the last seven years? F***ing nothing? Luke's face changes and she sadly apologizes. Of fear?

Once again ZalRB did a perfect parallel about how June is supported by Nick on one side and Luke on the other. There is also a parallel with June speech about her guilty of being free, of being out of Gilead while Hannah is still prisoner of there.

At New Bethlehem, Nick asks to Joseph about June. Will she accept to come? There is no sense the fact he wants to see his girls there. Even if Gilead is changing. Especially as Mackenzie is and will remain a threat to June and her family.

By the way, he knows June, he knows that she will not wait patiently the occasion to visit her daughter. Daughter who will be not free and is absolutely not of marriageable age. The writing lacks an explanation or I missed it ...

After showed the video to Mark , after days of waiting, June receives a phone call at the grocery: We found Hannah. June runs home to announce the good news to Luke and Moira. June is relieved: Hannah is back home ... finally.

So June met Lawrence twice and she did not even ask him how Nick was doing. I completely understand her focus on Hannah. But finally I say to myself that it is normal that Nick thinks he is nothing. The writing of this season sucks a lot.

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Music by Adam Taylor

- I Would Take It All Back ❤️

- We Found Her ❤️

Source Pictures: Screenshots (by me)

#the handmaid's tale #osblaine #june osborne #nick blaine #S5E08 #season5 #my POV #adam taylor #music

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gamebunny-advance · 2 years

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Thinking... (Scrapped)

As much as I like to ship them as bitter exes, I’ve always taken note of how NSR seems to deliberately go out of its way to deny that Kliff’s feelings for Tatiana are romantic in nature. Romantic language is never used between the two and even when Kliff gushes about her, it’s all about her aesthetics: her clothes, her attitude, her music. So with that in mind, what exactly was Kul Fyra to Kliff? What does she represent to him that would drive him to be so crushed and vindictive after they split?

The easy answer is that “he’s just like that”, but I refuse to believe that in a story where even the most shallow of NPCs has some depth to them, that Kliff, the primary antagonist of the story, is the only one that’s so one dimensional. The narrative has already ruled out romance as a motivation, and it’s dubious that they were even friends at any point. It could be that he always saw her as a symbol for his ideals, but he does seem to take it personally that she “went EDM,” and he ultimately says that what matters to him wasn’t the music itself, but Kul Fyra the person. It could be that he’s just trying to get sympathy points by exaggerating, but I think that reading would be inconsistent with how Kliff had been portrayed so far. Kliff lies by omission, not by distortion. The instances where Kliff is untrustworthy is by him not giving all the details:

He doesn’t tell B2J that he knows that Tatiana was Kul Fyra.

He doesn’t hide that he wants B2J to takeover Vinyl City, but he never mentions/considers the negative consequences of them doing so.

There are only 2 instances in which he lies by distortion, and both of them might not even count.

Mayday mentions that his photo doesn’t seem to match with who they meet, but since we never saw this photo, we don’t know in what ways it was different. It doesn’t make sense for it to have been a “catfish” since they met in person almost immediately afterwards, so it’s more likely that the photo refers to a profile picture, and the picture just didn’t reflect what kind of person Kliff was IRL, like a cute animal pic or something.

When B2J are trying to free the districts, he does lie about the bots being not dangerous and encourages them to get closer to their attacks by saying that they’re helpful, but this is in a high-stress situation after all his good will between them was destroyed, so this is arguably out of character.

Even if you want to discredit that Kliff is being sincere in his confrontation with Tatiana, Tatiana does not call him out for lying, so it can be implied then that what he says is true. To counter, it’s possible that she’s just not interested in deconstructing his claims and just cuts straight to the heart of the problem, but she does give that time to Mayday. With that in mind, I feel like it would be reasonable to assume that if there was something to deconstruct, she would have done so in this instance too. Therefore, I think it’s safe to assume that Kliff’s claims can be taken at face value.

I feel like Kliff and Tatiana’s conflict is somewhat supposed to mirror Mayday and Zuke’s conflict, or rather how they resolve it. If you do the Pirate Radio interviews, they reveal that regardless of your personal choices, Mayday will wind up breaking Zuke’s NSR branded drumsticks in protest. Mayday will always feel somewhat guilty about this after the fact and Zuke will forgive her, and they work out their differences on the subject, ultimately proving that despite conflicts, they’re best friends

It partially feeds into my theory that NSR is about different kinds of love, and that Kliff, Tatiana, and Mayday’s love conflict is based around fandom.

#gbunny scraps #nsr #yet another incomplete kliff essay #i am clearly not well

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sweetmisschesire · 4 years

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Pt 2

Maysibelle (mayday)

Mayday is the last fight before eve

So the fight starts with her singing and the brothers blasting their way in

Since they dont have a guitar player they just sort of use some recordings they render to their liking to make up for it

So in their interruption imagine it like the Highway to Hell opera video, only right before the singing of the rock song starts maysibelle stops the music by snapping her fingers

She has both those mannequins neon j made for her and actual people dancing

After she stopped the music the dancers stopped with the human dancers moving off to the side of the ballroom for their own safety

This is the dress she is wearing

And this is the mask

And hair

(She speaks in an aloof, emotionless tone)

“Ah so this is the infamous duo who don’t know their place”

(Z is zuke w is west)

W: and what exactly is our place

“Away from these districts, learning how to play respectable music”

Z: you all need to come off it already, what do you have against rock?

“It boisters itself as superior in music and yet now look at it. Only the talentless dare practice it. “

W: me thinks the lady doth protest too much

“How dare you. Leave, now.”

Z: sorry but not without this district

*laughter* “very well then have at you”

So the video i linked before with the three songs is what plays during her battle

(This is not a fun fight for west, gotta add some humor)

While she sings west and zuke have to dodge the mannequins as they dance towards them as a attack

They find out they’re mannequins when a mask gets knocked of one of them leaving the oulines of pupiless eyes on a blank face

W: mannequins why mannequins?

Z: seriously those things still freak you out?!

W: yes! Especially ones that dance on their own!

They also keep getting hit by something they cant really see

Zuke: what the heck is going on what is even hitting us

W: she’s got nice pipes though, but we can play better

The next phase starts with the second song and after theyve beaten the mannequins, with a head of one being knocked into her mask damaging it

The mannequins are cleared out and some life sized marrionettes drop down

W: it gets worst! Please no dolls.

Her costume in this phase is this (it was under her dress)

And both her and the marrionette dance ballet as she sings

The difference here is the marionettes will lift up and drop down so they have to watch the shadows to see where they land

This is also how they start understanding what’s hitting them

Z: *watches a shadow fly towards his brother and hit him* so that’s what been hitting us? Bro! Watch for all the shadows on the floor, i think that’s what was getting us in the last phase!

W: why am i the one she keeps aiming for?! Lady lay off already!

Z: bigger target?

They cut down the marionettes from their strings leaving them useless with west panicking when one touches him and throwing it at maysibelle, fracturing her mask more

“I’ll get you for that.”

W: you’ve literally been going mostly after me already!

(She changes her costume during the convo, she walks behing a screen and steps out in it)

“As your brother said you are indeed the larger target. And your brother has been far more respectful than you.”

W: hey

Z: she’s kind of right though

The skirt is a bit shorter covering her feet bit easy to move in

No assistance this time though she has fans she throws that are weapons and they still have to dodge the mystery attack

At one point dk west trips over a doll that somehow lands on the floor

W: *screams*

“..... it’s just a doll. And don’t you dare break her.

Z: bro we’ve gotta do something about this fear of yours

The end of this phase after they’ve hit her enough ends with wth west knocking on of her fans back into her mask which is now covered in cracks

“Are you incapable of anything but disrespect?”

W: are you capable of talking like you can feel emotions?

“Perhaps i should hit you harder?”

Z: you are just on fire today bro

W: what she acts and talks like she can’t feel anything

“Emotions are meant to be controlled, it is inappropriate to let others see you in such a state.”

W:...

Z:... what

W: you know you would probably have an easier time telling people how you feel eithout that mask

“Don’t you dare to touch it! I am never to show my face in public!”

Z: okay this is getting a bit uncomfortable

W: what kind of messed up logic is that?

“I don’t expect you to understand his teachings. Nor do i expect you to understand that you two could never power Vinyl City!”

W: says you and every other so called artist. Can’t wait to prove you all wrong

“I’ve had just about enough of you. Since you’ve made it further than i thought capable, allow me to show you my true power. Bask in trance techno opera, all i was ever born to do.”

Z: alright now it’s really uncomfortable

She walks behind another screen and steps out in this

The lights center on her and the brothers can make out this black smoke like mist surrounding her a bit

She moves her hands to the start of her phantom of the opera performance and the mist moves with her

Z: that’s what was hitting us before?!

As she sings she sends out this mist that is basically like energy and they have to dodge it while attacking her

They get to the lull in the song with no singing

Z: whoever you’re doing this for you dont have to

West isnt quite following yet

“Hmm, charming. I do this because i must. But since you seem to love doling out advice, allow me to return the favor.”

“Apologize. She deserves that much from you, and more.”

Zuke is surprised by this and maysibelle gets in a hit as she goes back to singing

W: maybe focus on the fight instead of small talk?

Z: ...

W: seriously she’s just messing with ya

Z: no she’s not. I know exactly who she’s talking about

It takes a lot to get through this fight and maysibelle actually shows some signs of anger and frustration before immediately pushing them down

This is where west starts picking up on something being wrong with her

Towards the end of the song they work their way up to her and zuke manages to push though and smash his drumsticks down

Hebhad been aiming for her microphone but accidentally hit her mask finallt shattering it

The music stops as she screams and drops to her knees covering her face

W: woah man that was a bit much don’t you think? You coulda broker her nose

Z: I don’t think that’s the reason she screamed.

He notices some of the people left are peering over and sees the cameras oving to see her better

Z: *frowning* do you all not know how to respect someone’s privacy?!

They back off a bit startled at him zuke picks up a cloak that came off a mannequin from earlier and drapes it over her

Maysibelle readjusts it so the hood shrouds her face completely she grasps at the shards of her mask trying to put it back together

“can’t let them see can’t let them see can’t let them see”

W: okay what is wrong with-

Z: west don’t. Look i have no idea why you think those things. There’s nothing wrong with your emotions or the way you look

“How would you know? You’ve no experience of them.”

Z: yeah but do you either?

*voice quivers, but still remains emotionless not crying* I don’t remember my face. It’s been so long.”

W: how do you not-

Z: west. Just...why? Why not let yourself feel or show?

“I’m not allowed.”

Zuke moves towards her but she cuts him off

“Leave. I don’t need your pity.”

Z: that’s not what i-

“I said go.”

The two leave her ballroom and she calls out to them still gripping her mask pieces

“Remember to apologize. You owe her so much.”

Interlude

Z: that was super uncomfortable

Kliff appears

“What was uncomfortable?”

West goes to answer but zuke cuts him off

Z: the walk back, the fight was really exauhsting so it was uncomfortable wslk back

West gives he brother a loo and kliff shrugs

“Well good job getting another district. She was gonna beca hard one. Go get some rest we’ll take the last district tomorrow”

As the two leave to their rooms west talks

W: what was that back there?

Z: kliff keeps ignoring me when i mention how bad the nsr artists look and i dont know if you’ve noticed but i listened to some of maysibelle’s fans on the way back

W: and?

Z: they were praising her for staying “proper” during our fight, like they really do expect her to not show emotions and when i asked them about that thry say it’s what they expect of her how she’s always bern this way

Z: west there’s something really wrong with the nsr artists it’s like they’ve been... broken

W:... what did she mean by apologize

Z: it has to do with the last district.

Z: it’s nadia’s district.

This was a long one

Next one will be long too, mainly cause if the last fight with tatiana

I’ve really hurt mayday huh? :D

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr au #no straight roads au #no worshiped roads #nwr #nsr mayday #nsr zuke #nsr dk west

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kathyprior4200 · 3 years

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A Villainous Meeting

“Good morning, my fucklings!”

Verosika Mayday, the pink succubus, strolled into the room, wearing her high heels, heart-shaped sunglasses, short black and white dress and her faux pink scarf. She blew a bubble of pink gum before spitting it out in a nearby trash can. The fellow employees sat at a cracked black round table with bloodstained high-backed chairs with eyes on the tops. The Wrath Ring imp Striker merely smirked and nodded as he fiddled with the wheat stalk in his mouth. He wore his usual gray and brown cowboy gear with a hat and boots. Fizzarolli, the robotic jester imp, looked around eagerly at the small office room decorated with circus posters and porn magazine covers. Verosika was shown in a seductive pose with her gang on one poster, while another poster showed a sinister Fizzarolli with handcuffs advertising a “Loo Loo Land’s Fizzy Buddy, Brand New Vibrating Toy, Use At Your Own Risk!” A few pictures here and there displayed Striker riding his black hell-horse BulletProof through the desert with a mane and tail of fire. Finally, Vortex, the dark grey hellhound bodyguard, stared at his phone, wearing all black clothing.

They were located somewhere in the Lust Ring under a pink sky in an abandoned building that looked like a warehouse from the outside. Spray-painted in red were the words “D.I.C.K. Headquarters,” on the door to the office.

“Remind me why you choose “dick” to be our name?” Striker muttered to Verosika.

“It’s spelled D.I.C.K. It stands for Demonic Immediate Crazed Killers,” Verosika replied. “Figured it described all of us well, because we do what I.M.P. does, only better.”

“You and your sexual innuendos,” Striker began, and then winked. “I like it.” Fizzarolli giggled.

Verosika cleared her throat. “Do any of you fuckers know why we’re here?”

“Because I took this job after you and I got drunk and did a one night stand?” Striker asked with a smirk.

“No!” Verosika bellowed in anger, though she knew it was true. She then blushed and stepped back. “I drank too much beelzejuice after returning back from Earth, alright? And you happened to be there staring at me with lust in your eyes with a bottle of Inferno 66 in hand. Let me tell you, sucking prisoner dick with your gang is worse than eating shit out of a toilet. Besides, I needed some time to recover after having to walk around after Blitzo took my parking spot. When we were together, he left me to pay for the hotel room, rang three rings around Wrath and maxed my credit card...”

“…on shitty horse-riding lessons, yeah yeah, I got it,” Striker said with a wave of his hand. “You told us the story like five times.”

“Is it because that imp was so jealous of my accomplishments at the circus that he set all of Loo-Loo Land on fire and allowed my robotic counterpart Robo Fizz to get eaten by a dragon?” asked Fizzarolli.

“How did you hear about that?” Vortex asked without looking up.

Fizzarolli turned nervous. “My boss Mammon heard about the incident and was furious. He said that unless I helped boost sales, fix the theme park and capture him…”

“Yeah, I know how you feel,” Verosika sighed. “My gang and I got a bunch of warnings and threats from daddy Ozzie.”

“You mean Asmodeus?” asked Vortex.

“Yeah. He wasn’t very happy that I nearly exposed the humans to the existence of demons. We go topside in disguise to feed on their lust every spring. If Blitzo hadn’t kept that fact secret…well let’s just say Valentino pales in comparison to what Ozzie can do to you.”

Everyone shivered at the prospect of the Ring Overlords’ plans.

“To answer your question, Verosika, it is because I failed to kill that pompous owl prince Stolas?” Striker asked. “I was this close to finishing off that wimp imp and persuading Blitzo to join me. He’s a formidable fighter, and he’s half succubus.”

Verosika crossed her arms. “There’s nothing special about him. He just pushes people away when they get too close and only cares about his job, murder and his stupid horses!”

“Hmm…he’d be a fun little toy to play with,” Striker mused as Fizzarolli smirked. “We can all agree on that, right?”

Everyone but Vortex murmured in agreement.

“Yes,” Verosika called, shoulders square. “That is the reason why we’re all here. Because of them!”

Verosika pointed to the whiteboard which had pictures of Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona and Stolas pinned on it. Several knives were stuck inside the pictures and scribbles in red on the white board read “Fuck I.M.P.!” “Striker Is Better Than You!” “Fizzarolli Was Here!” and “Verosika, Call Me For a Good Time!”

“And I’m gonna led this shit!” she added.

“What makes you the leader?” Striker inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not the leader per se. Stella organized this group and Striker recruited us,” Verosika explained. “Though I’m technically higher than imps, sinners and hellhounds, so I say the position is a good fit.”

Striker scowled. “We get treated like scum in Wrath enough as it is. I ain’t gonna play nice if you don’t show me some respect.”

“Prove to me you’re better than that scumbag Blitzo.”

“I already did…in bed at the club, remember?”

Fizzarolli laughed much to Verosika’s disgust.

“While I will admit it felt amazing, that’ll be the last time I ever sleep with an imp. And I certainly don’t need some rogue cowboy to get in the way of my revenge.”

“Need I remind you, missy,” said Striker, “That I’m the one who recruited you and the jester in the first place? After you were getting over your hangover, you told me to fuck off or else your friends would have their fun with me.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I then noticed your heart tattoo on your shoulder with “Blitzo” crossed out. Then I asked, ‘Having imp problems, too? Wishing to see a certain imp?’”

“And I said ‘no, none of your damn business, imp.’”

Striker continued, “But then I told you, ‘I’m on a covert mission to take down a worthless royal…and to meet up with I.M.P.s leader. Perhaps I could offer you my services to you, monetary and otherwise, if you could tell me more about him.’”

“Yes and I did,” she said. “I remembered Robo Fizz back when I worked in the circus with Blitzo and figured he’d be a good person to talk to.”

“Hmpth,” Fizzarolli interrupted. “His business may be impressive, but his jokes were utterly pathetic! I got to be the star of the shows while he got to be alone and unloved! Ha!”

Verosika briefly stared at him. “You sure you didn’t get jealous because Blitzo left you behind and made more money killing people?”

Fizzarolli turned slightly red. “What?! No! How stupid are you?”

“Perhaps smarter than you think,” Verosika remarked, her boobs bouncing slightly.

“Get a room, love-fuckers!” Fizzarolli mocked to Striker and Verosika. “At least I was the first villain to appear in the show! First is the best! And my Ring is higher than yours!”

“Oh partner, even a sex bot like you…”

“I’m not a bot!”

“…could never handle what’s under these jeans.”

Striker smirked and continued the story. “Then I told slutty clown about Blitzo and he seemed to understand who he was,” said Striker. “I said, ‘A Goetia is giving me cash to kill a royal and that imp leader from I.M.P. What do you say we bask in riches, glory and chaos?’”

“I remember saying, ‘Is this a scam? Loo Loo Land must be fixed!’” said Fizzarolli.

Striker recalled what he said back to Fizzarolli,“’Mammon sent you off on a mission, didn’t he? Just like Asmodeus gave a warning to Verosika and what Stella did to me. All our stories and failures are connected. Connected because of what those imps did. If you can help me track down I.M.P. and that prince…no more worries for you.’”

“The show must always go on,” mused Fizzarolli. “It wasn’t like I had many other options. As long as my boss is satisfied…”

“And mine…” added Verosika.

“And mine…” added Striker.

“Indeed, we must all complete this mission, or else we’re all dead,” Verosika finished.

“Double dead,” Vortex corrected in a low voice, making the others shiver. “The Seven Deadly Sins do have angelic weapons. You’ll wish you were frozen in the Ninth Circle.”

“Hell only has seven,” Fizzarolli added.

“Shut up.”

“Loo Loo Land burned down, Asmodeus and Mammon got together, we took the Hellevator through the Ring portals and the rest is history,” said Verosika. “Now I’m stuck with an imp and a robot.”

“I’m an imp!” Fizzarolli protested.

“You’re just a robot,” Verosika replied.

“With partial robotic features! The model for all Robo Fizzs made by Mammon himself!”

“Still just a sex toy,” said Verosika.

“A useful one, nevertheless. One who Stella herself deems valuable, right Striker?”

“She did say to me, ‘I don’t care who you have to go through.’ Never thought I’d be dealing with a bunch of hooligans from other Rings,” Striker remarked.

After several minutes of loud arguments and hisses, Vortex barked loudly. “Shut the fuck up!”

Everyone then sat down in silence before Vortex stared at his phone again. “I never get paid enough for this shit,” he muttered.

“Somebody tell me any useful information about I.M.P. before I lose my shit!” Verosika barked, almost going into her demonic shadow form.

“The only reason why I’m here,” said Striker, his voice turning calmer and darker, “Is for my money from Stella. And revenge of course. Let me tell you where I think Blitzo will be at next.”

The villains crept closer.

“I came to the Lust Ring because I heard from Stella that this is where Stolas likes to “entertain” himself as it were.” His glowing eyes spiraled in yellow-green hypnotic circles. “Rumor has it that he goes to Ozzie’s place to cheer himself up. Heard he suffered quite a breakup from his dear hurt wife. And to have Stella potentially gain custody over his dear daughter…man that must’ve broken that bird’s heart.”

“Oooh what a charming little theater!” Fizzarolli remarked. “Stripper dances, pole dances, lots of lustful siren songs. Winged imps serve you food and other imps are in cages for display! Hahahaha! It is almost as good as the Big Top in Loo Loo Land!”

“Was, you mean,” Striker smirked before the jester seethed.

“I still perform there,” Verosika said. “When I’m not traveling around the Rings on tour. Lust is my home, after all.”

“Greed is mine!” Fizzarolli said.

“You already know where I’m from,” said Striker. “No one fucking cares.”

“Mammon and Asmodeus heard the news as well,” said Fizzarolli. “I heard Stella had a meeting with them at midnight last night. That was before we all got our orders to come here to Lust.”

Vortex looked up in concern. “It’ll only be a matter of time before Lucifer hears about this, too. Not just about the trouble I.M.P. has caused, but now that humans know of Hell…”

“Let’s focus on one problem at a time,” said Verosika with a deep breath. “We’re in no rush. It’s not like our leader’s gonna call us and demand…”

Just then, Verosika’s pink computer beeped and rang.

“Shit,” she muttered. “It’s her.”

Everyone straightened up as Verosika pushed a button. Stella’s angry white feathered face appeared on the Zoom/Doom screen. She scrutinized all their faces with pink glowing eyes, her face appearing on the screen.

“Striker,” Stella began, her golden crown shining on her head. “So this is the gang you recruited?”

“Yes ma’am!” he grinned.

“Hmm…” she pondered. There’s you…there’s some clown imp, there’s a fine-looking succubus…from who knows where…”

“The clown is Fizzarolli or Robo Fizz,” said Striker. “The succubus is Verosika.”

“Working for a queen, Striker?” Verosika asked. “How…”

“Long story, I already told you,” Striker said. “She’s desperate…”

“You bet that’s right!” Stella barked. “Then again, I’m…mildly impressed that you managed to get such a…diverse crew together.” She didn’t bother to hide her disgust. “Well done.”

Striker beamed with pride.

“But we’re far from done! You have no idea how long I’ve waited to properly unleash these feelings in me.”

Fizzarolli giggled and Striker elbowed him hard.

“That stupid prick of my husband thinks he can sleep all he wants with that assassin imp…in our fucking bed behind my back! If he stays any longer, my family will be a laughing stock. I’ll be stripped of my royal status and goodness knows what bad influence he’ll have on Octavia.”

Stella paused, brief hurt in her voice. She didn’t dare cry, though. “Sometimes I wish he didn’t have to die. That all three of us could be a good family again like we once were. He could’ve been a proper responsible father, kept the grimoire safe from the imp, and none of this would’ve happened.”

Fizzarolli cried tears at the rant while Vortex rolled his eyes. Striker yawned. Verosika, however, seemed to listen with a common understanding. She and Blitzo had been together and then they were broken up and fighting. Although she wanted power and revenge like Fizzarolli and Striker, she knew what it was like to get the short end of the stick in a relationship.

“Then again, I was forced into marrying Stolas millennia ago by my parents. It’s obvious I’d concern myself with status and wealth and hold my resentment inside.”

‘All that wealth, all that power,’ thought Striker, greedily. ‘Watch her talk on and on until the rug slips from under her feet…and the glory becomes all mine!’

“I love my daughter and Stolas…I really do…but…I must do what has to be done!” Right then, her regal imposing side was back.

She stared into their eyes, glaring at Striker in particular. “First of all, if any of you land a finger on my daughter, I’ll make sure your screams are heard by every Ring in Hell. She must not be harmed. But…if I have to use Octavia as leverage as a last resort to bring Stolas to his knees…then so be it. I don’t care what we have to do…I just want him dead. Do you all understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” said Striker. The others nodded.

“Good. Now to review the plan. Stolas and I recently had our breakup. He will be going to the same place he always goes to when he’s upset: Ozzie’s place. If you spot I.M.P., follow them, but do not attack yet.”

She continued. “Striker, your objective is the same: kill Stolas with your angelic weapons. Keep them safe in your hands at all times, but eliminate anyone who gets in your way.”

Striker already glowered at Fizzarolli and Verosika who were staring closely at his pistol.

“If you use it on anyone else important,” Stella said, suspicion already in her eyes. “I’ll fuck you with your own horns.”

Striker nodded, with the tip of his hat.

“Verosika, you will track down Blitzo and distract him inside the club,” said Stella. “Use any manipulative means necessary to catch him off guard. Fizzarolli, you and Asmodeus will sneak behind Moxxie and take down the other I.M.P. members. Verosika’s crew and some Robo Fizzs will also join in.”

She added in a sing-song voice, “You’ll all receive an extra bonus and royalty favors if you bring me their heads!”

Fizzarolli grinned. “This is gonna be so fun!”

“The rewards. Striker, you’ll be rewarded by me for killing Stolas. 10,000 souls or more. And a new home in Wrath for you and your family.”

Striker had to roll his eyes. He didn’t have a family anymore. He didn’t just want 10,000 souls. Now that he thought about it, he wanted much more.

“Fizzarolli, Loo-Loo land will be repaired and you’ll get to lead future productions in Lu Lu World. Plus money, your own brand and perhaps…” she whispered so only he could hear, “…freedom.”

“Oh goody!”

“Verosika…more tours, more sex and money for you. You’ll be the star of every Ring in Hell.”

Verosika grinned and fluffed her long pink-white hair.

Stella smirked in a manner unfit for a queen. “And to make things a little more fun…as a way to show Stolas what his infidelity means…a special prize for the first one to kill Blitzo for me…”

She playfully massaged her boobs under her pink dress. All the villains minus Vortex blushed in delight and shock as they knew what she was implying. Verosika’s gang in the far back of the room watched while eating popcorn. Vortex made a face of disgust.

Seconds later, Stella was regal again. “And you there, dog!” Stella called, making Vortex look up. “Verosika has a special assignment for you.”

“What?” he asked.

“Keep a close eye on that loony hellhound of theirs,” Verosika grinned deviously.

Worry was etched onto Vortex’s face as he nodded. Though he had a girlfriend, he had found Loona adorable at the beach on Earth. He couldn’t believe what he had to do now.

“I’ll keep you updated on Stolas’ whereabouts and when it’s time to move,” Stella finished. “Do not disappoint me.”

The screen went dark.

“Well, that’s a wrap folks,” said Verosika. “Meeting dismissed. Fuck around, get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

Verosika took out her phone and began texting.

“Who are you texting?” Vortex asked.

“There’s this pink southern succubus sinner named Martha,” Verosika grinned. “She says she leads an army in the name of Satan and they want blood after being killed by you know who on Earth. Ralphie and her two kids live with her there. She also wants this Mayberry sinner dead.”

“What does that mean?” Striker asked.

Verosika grinned. “It means…we have a potential ally in the Pride Ring!”

“Awesome!” said Fizzarolli. “Their enemies keep growing and growing!”

The villains laughed.

“With so many souls seeking revenge, I.M.P. won’t know what hit ‘em!” Fizzarolli cackled.

“Yes, but let’s focus on our main mission first,” said Striker. “Perhaps we’ll have the honor of getting to them first!”

The villains laughed again and retired to bed.

‘This plan better work,’ Striker thought. ‘Because Stolas’ blood will not be the only blood that’ll be on my hands soon enough…’

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hailbop1701 · 4 years

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Doom: To Hell And Back

Chapter 3: Lucy in the sky...

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“Open the door.”

At Sarge’s order, Portman and Goat moved through the large doorway. They were quiet for a moment before giving the all-clear. “Pinky, give us a schematic,” Sarge ordered into his comm.

“Uploading to you now,” Pinky said and a map popped up onto a screen on the wall beside you. “Carmack’s lab is isolated from the rest of the facility. The airlock is the only way in or out.”

“Goat, Portman: Genetics. Kid, Destroyer: Carmack’s office, where he sent the mayday from. Reaper, Crow, keep Dr. Grimm here safe on her salvage op. Duke and I’ll take the weapons lab, make sure all the hardware’s secure.” Sarge barked and nodded his head toward the door. “Portman, Goat, on you.”

Portman cleared the left, while Goat cleared the right. Portman snorted as we all passed the doorway and it shut with a hiss behind us. “Five bucks says this shit ain’t nothing but a disgruntled employee with a gun,” he said with a short laugh. You rolled your eyes but kept your mouth shut. “Fluorescent markings as rooms are cleared. Go.” Sarge ordered glaring at Portman’s back.

Reaper took point and you took the rear, with Dr. Grimm in the middle. Your eyes darted around, looking at everything. The hall was dark, the power was obviously on auxiliary. The lights that weren’t broken already, flickered causing a creepy ambiance. Coming up to a door, Reaper nodded to you and you moved forward, keeping Dr. Grimm outside as Reaper cleared the room. “All clear,” he called out.

You and the good Doctor entered the room and she went straight for a computer terminal. “How much time you gonna need?” Reaper asked his eyes on her. She looked up, “Thirty minutes, tops,” she said looking back down at her work. You wandered the room looking at all of its contents. It looked like anything you’d find in the back of a museum. A couple of books lay open on a table and you read them with interest.

Reaper glanced over at you as you read through the book that sat on the table in front of you. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you said dryly without looking up. Reaper sighed and shifted looking away. You looked up at this and cocked your head to the side, “Reaper, say what’s on your mind before you brood harder.” you said, leaning against the tabletop. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dr. Grimm smirk. Reaper gave you a half-hearted glare, “Sarge said you were a quarantine expert.” he said, turning to face you fully.

You nodded, a frown coloring your features. “My unit had been on point with a few quarantines. Me being the medic, my job was to help clear infected areas. Clear and examine the remains. One of the reasons they call me Crow. Crows tend to circle when death is near.” you said with a shrug, looking away from Reaper toward the books again. The silence was tense before Reaper broke it.

“You had to separate families, put them down when needed,” he said and you flinched at his words. “John!” Dr. Grimm scolded. You gave a sad smile and shook your head “No, it’s okay. He’s right; when we cleared houses sometimes they contained people infected who were still alive but too far gone to save. I would make them comfortable and sit with them until they’ve passed.” you said giving Reaper a small smile.

Reaper sighed, “It was the kindest thing you could do for them.” he said shifting looking uncomfortable. “ So ‘Reaper’? As in ‘Grimm’?” Dr. Grimm asked mildly amused. Reaper rolled his eyes, “ They’re Marines, Sam, not poets.” he drawled. You snorted and wandered over to some skeletal remains. It appeared to be female; she was stuck shielding her child; pain etched on her face. You furrowed your brow at the site; ‘what was she protecting her child from?’

“Holy shit!” Reaper called out from behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see Reaper looking at the remains surprised. “Oh yeah, meet Lucy. Lucy, this is my brother, John, another creature from the long lost past.”

You chuckled, “You found human remains?” Reaper asked incredulously. “Humanoid.” both you and Dr. Grimm corrected. “I bet that was a happy surprise, Dr. Grimm,” you say with a smile. “Sam, please.”

You nodded and she continued almost excitedly, “ Lucy and her child were our first major find. We’re bringing out more every day.”

“You re-opened the dig?” Reaper asked, sounding pissed. ‘Well there’s something going on here that I don’t know about.’ you thought and watched the two siblings argue like it was a tennis match.

“I know I should have told you. I didn’t figure it was the sort of thing I could jot down on a yearly birthday card. It’s been stabilized.” Sam said.

“Bullshit.”

Sam stood up looking as angry as her brother now, “You wanna talk about safe? Like you took a desk job? I’m a forensic archeologist, John. I’ll go where the work is.” she said evenly.

‘Point, set, match. Sam one, Reaper zero.’ you thought more amused at the argument than you should be.

“Is that the reason you’re up here?” Reaper asked coldly. “You wanna know why I’m up here? I’ll show you. Come here.” Sam said, walking back over to the terminal. She plugged a hard drive in and tapped at the keys. Reaper walked over and you with him; the curiosity was just too much sometimes.

“This Lucy’s chromosome profile. Notice anything?” Sam asked smugly. You gasped and leaned in closer. “No fucking way,” you mutter astounded at what was on the screen. “My molecular genetics is a little rusty.” Reaper said dryly. “What’s the first thing Dad taught us to look for?” Sam asked patiently. Reaper squinted at the screen and frowned; you couldn’t help but smile. ‘He got it.’ you thought impressed.

“She’s got 24 pairs of chromosomes. Humans only have 23. - But what does the extra pair do?” he asked almost awed. Sam shrugged, “Makes her superhuman. The extra pair makes her super strong, super fit, super intelligent. Her cells divide 50 times faster, meaning she heals almost instantly. The fossil record indicates these people had conquered disease. We found no genetic disorders, no viruses, no cancers.”

“So what, they were just naturally superior?” Reaper asked, crossing his arms. Sam shook her head, “No. Not naturally. See, the earliest remains we found only had 23. We suspect this extra chromosome may be synthetic.” she said you sigh frowning. ‘Well the remains make sense now, sort of.’ you thought with a wince.

“Bioengineered?” Reaper asked disapprovingly. Sam looked amused now, “That’s a long word for a Marine.” she said with a smirk. Reaper scoffed and turned away looking at Lucy again. Sam bit her lip, “ Does it ever bother you, you could’ve spent your life looking in a microscope instead of a sniper scope?”

Reaper ignored the question with one of his own, “ If they were so smart, how come they’re so dead?” Sam shrugged again, “ We don’t know. Maybe they just went with time.” she said a bit sadly. Reaper looked at his sister shaking his head, “You don't shield a baby from time.” he said, pointing out what she wanted to ignore.

“Crow, what do you think?” Sam asked genuinely wanting your opinion. You winced slightly at the name, “Call me (Y/N). I uh, have to agree with Reaper on this one.” you said, walking closer to them. You bent over a little to get a closer look at the set of remains. “ I don’t care where you’re from or if you think it could cure everything. Becoming something better before you’re ready can cause a lot of problems. Creating a super serum; it’s never had the best track record. And by the look on Lucy’s face...well I guess they paid the price for it. I just hope we won’t have to make the same mistakes.” you whispered and glanced up at the two siblings. Sam thinned her lips and furrowed her brow. Reaper was about to add something else when your comms. blew up with noise. Gunfire and the words “Contact!” You and Reaper looked at each other for just a moment before sprinting towards the door. “ Moving east through Carmack’s office! Fast!” Sarge’s voice boomed through your earpiece. “Confirmed contact. Moving fast, over south corridor.”

You and Reaper skidded to a halt, aiming your weapons at a lone figure standing in the corner. The man growled at you all, clutching onto a severed arm; you locked eyes with Sarge for a second silently asking to move in and check on him. He hesitated for the briefest of moments before nodding his approval. You swung your rifle onto your back and slowly moved forward, your hands up. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” you whispered sweetly. The deranged man growled but not as forcefully.

You edged even closer, making sure your hands are in his sight at all times. He dropped the arm and crouched, pulling his arms against his chest. “Lemme just take a quick look at you. It’s okay.” you soothed. Someone behind you cocked their gun and the mad Doctor hissed. You froze for a moment and continued when his eyes locked back onto you. The sound of rushing footsteps didn’t stop you from crouching in front of the man. You look him over and began to catalogue his injuries.

“Sam, I told you to stay-” Reaper hissed quietly. “But he knows me, John. Dr. Carmack, it’s me. Samantha. That person next to you is (Y/N). Where are the others? Where are they? Steve, Hillary. I’m not gonna hurt you.” Sam said inching closer. You held up a hand to stop Sam and she slowed, but it was too late. Too many people were crowding around him. Dr. Carmack flung his hand to his ear; with a twist and a strong pull it came off. He threw it to the floor and Sam gave a startled scream of “Jesus Christ!”

“Fuck.” you muttered and quickly pulled out a packet of gauze from the bag on your left thigh. You tore it open and gently pressed it onto Carmack’s left ear. The man looked at you but didn’t protest; you gave him a sweet smile and slowly stood up with him in tow.

Portman laughed saying, “Nice!” and the Kid looked grossed out, ready to blow chunks then and there. The rest of the unit only looked mildly disturbed. You sighed not batting an eye, “Now, who wants to be a gentleman and help me get him to the infirmary?”

Duke immediately held up a hand. “Lady’s got a pair.” Destroyer said impressed. “Oh sweetie, you’ve seen nothing yet.” you teased, gently easing your head out of Cormack’s reach.

He seemed to like your hair.

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dreamnants · 4 years

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(I wanted to say thanks for the folks who’ve been taking an interest in my dumb swap AU and helping me develop it more especially with Zuke!

For some reason, I forgot to mention my AU’s name is Chiaroscuro Reflections.

As a small thank you, I decided to sit down and try actually writing something set in the AU. This is my take on what happens after the auditions and leading into the DJSS. There are things I want to improve on, but if I don’t post it, I probably never will.

Hope you enjoy~)

"It was rigged, I tell you!"

"May, I was hoping we could discuss the audition after our meal?"

"But you agree with me, Nadia! It was complete bulldozer! BULLDOZER!" Mayday protested, ignoring the looks their table was getting from the few other customers from how loud Mayday was.

Nadia only sighed as she carefully cut another bite-sized piece of her half finished burger.

"Indeed I do, but..." Nadia waved her knife in Mayday's general direction."I wanted to enjoy a meal not being reminded what transpired an hour ago?"

"Yeah, yeah, but it just...NRGH!" With that, Mayday took a sip of her strawberry milkshake in a vain attempt to quell her frustration. At least it was soothing to her throat from her yelling.

As if knowing Mayday wasn't going to shut up about their disastrous audition result, Nadia shook her head and carefully put down her plastic cutlery to non-verbally show she was paying attention.

"Well, if I must say something to make you feel better, I heavily disagree with Tatiana's opinion about you having no future in show business. You are one of the most passionate artists I've ever met. Sure...I did call you pedestrian at one point, but...I have long changed my opinion on that."

Mayday managed to crack a small smile at that. "Awww, thanks, buddy."

Nadia rolled her eyes playfully as Mayday finished off her milkshake with a loud slurp.

"Come to think of it, have we taken a look at the footage of our audition?" The older woman pursed her lips slightly, a bit of her contained irritation slipping out before it returned to a neutral one. "Even if it is associated with a bitter memory, it still is our first appearance on television."

Mayday perked up in realization."Oh shoot! You're right. I think they might have uploaded it on the internet by now..." Mayday put down the empty cup to pull out her phone. After a few moment of scrolling around, Mayday smiled as she found the footage."And...here it is!"

Mayday lifted her arm with the phone up while Nadia carefully moved the tray to the side so she could lean her upper body to look at the small screen.

"Okay, so it was still unfair we got rejected, but man, at least they got some really good shots of us!"

"Indeed."

The good mood between them quickly faded when the shot changed angles to feature them from the front, giving them a good view of behind them. There, the Qwasa meter filled as they performed until the meter stopped at just below full capacity.

Both band mates stared, pausing the video at the blinking red light.

"Wait, what?!"

"That..."

"Nadia! We filled the Qwasa to almost full capacity!"

"Come to think of it, it was strange they did not tell us how well we powered the Qwasa before they gave us their judgement..."

"This was totally rigged! How could they scrap us when we outperformed all the other contestants!?"

"I cannot believe they got away with such...ignorance," The understatement of the words laced in Nadia's usually elegant tone was forced, as if she was trying hard to not let her anger slip."But what point would they have to reject us?"

As if the universe was conspiring against the two, a familiar voice caught their attention.

"People of Vinyl City, this is Tatiana.”

Through the speakers littering the city, the words echoed throughout that both could hear them from inside.”

"In light of the recent abysmal performance of a certain duo that we all had the unfortunate pleasure of having to sit through, I would like to announce that rock music is hereby banned from future Lights Up auditions."

The words cut through Mayday like a knife. She wasn’t sure what Nadia was thinking

"For a better prospect at winning, we suggest that you stick to what works: EDM."

"Remember, we strive through...ORDER. Order leads to progress in Vinyl City."

"That is all, have a pleasant evening."

The ordinary closing words contrasted the magnitude of Tatiana's decree, seeming as Tatiana was closing a traffic report, not banning an entire music genre.

Tatiana had just banned rock from Vinyl City.

As it dawned on Mayday on what exactly this meant in the light of their unanimous rejection, and the anger began to swell once the numb shock wore off, her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of something crumpling, followed by a splashing sound soon accompanied by a cold jolt on her neck. She turned to the source of the noise to discover it came from her band mate crushing the water cup in her hand. The twisted vessel of hollow paper and Nadia's right hand was dripping wet from the contents erupting from her death grip, but Nadia didn't seem to notice or even care she'd splashed water over their table and herself.

Her green eyes were glowing with burning fury that made them glow even in the cheap lighting of the burger joint, her lips twisted into a sneer that bared her teeth. Even though Mayday was not the target of her ire, she wouldn't deny being unnerved by the sight. This wasn't her first time being exposed to Nadia's unbridled anger, but it always caught her off guard when it happened.

As if the floodgates had opened and her true frustration finally exposed through the cracks, the best way to describe such a sight was Nadia simply erupted.

"THOSE....THOSE...PEDESTRIANS!" Yelling in a volume contrasting her usual calm and elegant one, she slammed the fist still gripping the unfortunate victim of her angry clenching on the table, causing the guitarist to jolt up in surprise and the tray to bounce slightly. "They had the gall to reject us under clear bias," Another pound on the table, catching the attention of the establishment. "...and NOW they decide to ban an entire genre of music on a whim based on their belief we played horribly?!" Nadia finally let go of the crushed cup, now twisted horribly into a shape that reminded Mayday of a banana. "They either are blind, deaf, or perhaps both to claim WE offended people with our music! If anything, THEY were the only ones offended by us wanting to play a supposedly outdated genre!"

Finally remembering she was also supposed to be angry, Mayday exploded herself. "I know?! Can you believe it?! We need to do something!"

"What do you propose we do about this then? Because I certainly have some suggestions if you do not!" Her mouth was still in a scowl, her eyes still burning, face contorted with anger barely contained.

"I don't know right now, but I know there's always something you can-"

And for the second time tonight, Mayday's train of thought was promptly interrupted, this time by the lights suddenly flickering before completely shrouding the entire joint in darkness. From a quick look outside from their window, it was the same for the rest of Vinyl City.

"Mayday, do you sometimes wonder if the universe conspires against someone?"

"Maybe."

A minute later, the corner of Mayday's eye caught a sign outside flickering back to life. The NSR logo displaying among the relative darkness still covering the city. In fact, on closer look, the lights on in the darkness were all the NSR store signs.

"This..this can't right..." Mayday heard Nadia's voice, disbelief with a tint of indignation lingering in her words. "Are you saying...that NSR only supplies the backup power to their artists?"

Mayday only stared, a voice in her head screaming in anger. For the audition. The banning of rock. And now the blackout?

"May?"

Jolting to her feet, Mayday grabbed her guitar and slung it over her shoulder as she rushed outside. She vaguely registered Nadia calling out to her, but she wasn't listening, scrambling through the darkened Vinyl City.

The only other noise she eventually registered was the sound of Nadia's footsteps chasing after her.

#no straight roads #nsr #nsr swap au #chiaroscuro reflections

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helplessly-nonstop · 4 years

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The Hero’s Villain (T. Breeze imagine)

So this is my super, super late entry to @moxleysbaby’s challenge! The AU I chose was Super Hero/Super Villain! Tyler is a hero and his soulmate, Reader is a Villain!

WC: 2192 words!

No warnings this time!

“She stole my cat!” my screech pierced my apartment air and Dango ducked his head, scratching the back of his neck. I whipped my head towards him then demanded, “Were you here? When she took Obey Supreme?” Dango lifted his hands in the air then questioned with a small laugh, “You honestly think that I would’ve let her take Obey Supreme? C’mon, man, I’ve been with you all day!” I settled on my couch and hung my head, groaning.

She stole my cat… SHE STOLE OBEY SUPREME! Being a super villain vigilante is one thing but becoming a cat burglar is another… especially when it’s your soulmate’s cat!

Y/N Y/L/N, my ex-best friend slash soulmate turned super villain because I became an arrogant dick when I got my powers. She was the light of my life once upon a time, still is, to a fault, of course. It’s just that one night, she finally got sick of me being superior to her.

“Y/N, Y/N, stop, what’s wrong?” I rushed out, grabbing her wrist to turn her attention back to me. She scoffed, yanking out of my grip, then shoved me backwards, spitting, “That’s a joke, right, Boy Wonder?! Ever since you’ve become a superhero, you think that you’re better than all of us!”

“What?! No, I don’t! Y/N/N, why would you think that?” I asked with a small laugh, grabbing her hand once again. She jerked away then snarled, “Oh please, you’ve been acting like you’re destined for greatness but the truth is, you’re just another privileged superhero with powers. I’m sorry, Tyler, I just can’t do this anymore.”

My eyebrows furrowed together then I asked, “Are you… are you ending our friendship?” She paused and glanced over her shoulder, murmuring, “I’m afraid so. I hope you’re happy now, Tyler.”

The night that I figured out that she had turned into a supervillain was the same night that she discovered that we were soulmates. It was truly a night that wouldn’t and couldn’t be forgotten by either of us.

“Tyler, there’s a bit of a… well, there’s a bit of a situation over here uptown and I think you need to see this.” Dream stated then I groaned, rolling out of bed, before grabbing my mask off the table. I quickly pulled on my shoes then walked out of the apartment, preparing for whatever the hell I was about to fix.

I swiped my arm out into the open after putting my mask on then stepped into the portal I created, entering the uptown area where Dream and Fandango was sitting on top of the building that was wrecked, someone standing on the opposite building.

“Who the hell is that?” I asked, glancing at my two partners. Dango raised an eyebrow then suggested, “Take a guess. Trust me, you’ll be wrong.” I rolled my eyes and allowed a portal to open, allowing me to step onto the roof of the building.

“Stop, you’re under arrest for destruction of property and disturbing the peace.” I ordered, pulling a pair of handcuffs out. A small laugh escaped the supervillain and I paused, trying to identify why it was so familiar.

“Ty-Ty, always a displeasure to see you. But I have to say, you look good in that mask.” She turned to face me, her arms crossed over her chest, then allowed flowers and vines to erupt from her hands.

“You turned into a supervillain. I have to say, that’s a hell of a way to catch your soulmate’s attention.” I stated, settling on the edge. She paused in her advance towards me then blinked slowly at me, demanding, “I’m sorry, what? I’m your soulmate?” I sucked in a slow breath then admitted, “That’s definitely not how I wanted you to find out and I’m sorry. But you’re the dumbass running around as a supervillain and when the fuck did you get powers?!”

“That’s none of your business, really,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, “But if you really want to know, it was a few months after you did but you were acting like a giant dick.”

“I have superpowers, do you expect my ego to shrink?” I blurted out and she raised her eyebrows at me in disbelief, saying, “Wow. You never will change, will you, Tyler?”

“I would! For you, I would change!” I insisted, stepping closer. She rolled her eyes then snapped, “We’ve been friends for a long time, Tyler, and I’ve seen what happens to girls you get tired of. You break their heart and move on to the next poor soul ready to become your victim.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you! You’re my soulmate, why would I?” Y/N blinked at me, as if she couldn’t believe the words that were dripping out of my mouth then burst into laughter, barking, “You’re an egomaniac who only thinks about himself! There’s only room for one in your mind, Ty, and that one is you.”

The words had haunted me for the last few years and as much as I desperately wanted her to be wrong, a part of me, deep down in my heart, knew that she was right, at least a fraction of her statement was. I’m definitely an egomaniac.

Dango snapped his fingers in front of my face then stared at me, asking, “So, what are you gonna do, man?” I huffed and stood up, reaching into my pocket to call the only person who would actually have the balls to steal my fucking cat.

“Hi, dis is Garden Industries, please state ya business and I’ll do ma best to help.” Sheamus greeted me, the slight squeak of his chair invading on his voice.

“Shea, hey, man, is your boss in today? I have something I need to talk to her about.” I informed him, practically chomping at the bit to get Obey Supreme back. He hummed for a moment then asked, “May I have ya name please?”

“God dammit, alright, fine, it’s Tyler fucking Breeze, now can you tell me if Y/N is at the office today or not?” A few silent seconds trickled past and I waited for his response, only for him to say, “ ‘M truly sorry here, Mr. Breeze, but I have strict orders not ta answer any questions that ya ask. But have a fantastic Garden Day!” I cursed and shouted at the phone as he ended the call then grabbed my coat, storming towards the door as Fandango asked, “Where are you going?!”

“Going to get my cat back!”

Reader’s POV:

My phone buzzed on the other section of the couch and I glanced down at Obey Supreme who was stretched across my entire midsection, purring with her eyes closed, clearly napping. I needed to check who texted me but I definitely didn’t want to risk waking up the precious bean laying on me.

I slid down slowly, careful not to disturb the cat, then nudged my phone towards me with my foot, easing it to my hand with the best of my abilities before I willed a vine to slip out and hand me my phone without waking the fur ball resting on me. I brought the phone to life with a simple two taps to the screen then read the message that I had, “Mayday, Tyler called and I’m pretty sure he knows that you have the cat.”

I grinned at the knowledge then returned to petting the feline, delighted that I had successfully gotten away with annoying Tyler in the best way possible: steal everything he loves and return them as slow as possible. I curled up with Obey Supreme who let out a meow of protest to being shifted but settled down nonetheless, clearly happy about someone cuddling her.

I ended up taking about an hour nap with Obey but once she left me, I decided it was time to check on my garden and see if any of my fruit or vegetables was ready to be picked. I swiped my two baskets off the back porch and began walking towards the start of the fruit when I realized that I had a visitor.

I inched forward, setting down the baskets, then turned the corner heading into the rows of carrots and onions, both in their respective places. I crossed my arms then stated, “You’re trespassing and I could easily have you arrested.” Tyler’s head snapped up from where he was studying my newly finished swing then he bent down between the rows of carrots, saying, “Yes you could. But what’s the fun in that?

“Tyler.. let’s be reasonable here. There’s no need to hurt the garden, the vegetables never did anything to you.” I cooed, stepping towards him as he brushed a hand over my carrot tops. His blue eyes flickered up to me then he came to his full height, saying offhandedly, “You need to weed your garden.”

“I’ll be sure to hire a different groundskeeper as long as you don’t hurt my poor plant babies. They’re just trying to thrive and I just got rid of my mole problem!” He paused at my plea then furrowed his eyebrows together as he questioned, “You had a mole problem? You, of all people?”

“I know! It’s fucked up that I had to deal with them, but don’t worry, I let them go free across the street. I may be evil but I don’t kill animals.” He gave that familiar laugh and my heart began to flutter, only for me to grit my teeth, doing my best to ignore the delight that raced through my body.

“Give me my cat back and I’ll let your precious plants live their happy, weed infested life.”he chimed, popping the top of an onion off then began chewing on it thoughtfully.

“Your cat? Why do you think that I have your cat? You have plenty of enemies who knows how to make you suffer, Tyler.”

“Oh please, down the innocence act, you have Obey’s fur all over you right now and I know it’s not any other cat because you don’t own one.”he informed me, crossing his arms like he had won the round. I let out a laugh then demanded,”And how would you know? Have you been stalking me? Maybe I adopted one.”

“Even after all these years, you still fucking suck at lying to me.”he commented, claiming my porch swing, stretching his legs out. My eyes narrowed at his statement then shoved his feet off the arm rest as I spat, “Even after all these years, you’re still shit at having proper manners. What are you doing here?”

“I already fucking told you, I want my cat back.” he spat, coming to a stand. My tongue snuck out then licked my lips as I replied, “And I already told you, Obey Supreme isn’t here, you luna-dick.” He gritted his teeth then headed inside through the back door, my alarm blaring since he didn’t enter the code.

I followed him inside then punched in the code, closing the door behind us as he began to call for Obey, determined to get his cat back. I sighed and followed him up the stairs to the second floor, entering my own room in search of her.

“Tyler, would you just stop!? I told you, she’s not here!” I insisted, determined for him to believe me and leave my home, only for him to whip around, fire in his eyes.

“Listen, I was okay with my soulmate not accepting me but her stealing my cat? This is too fucking far, Y/N! I’m tired of this fucking game! So we’re gonna talk about this and you’re actually gonna listen!”he snapped, backing me into the wall across from the bed.

“You just don’t understand! You sit there in your pristine little superhero world thinking that you’re such hot shit without ppl a care in the world. You’re actually going through with the whole, ‘I’m your soulmate’ thing, huh? How long have you had this shenanigan running? What, three years now? Just drop it already!”

He stared at me for a moment, not an ounce of emotion across his face before he cupped my cheeks and tugged me into a kiss. I struggled on his hold briefly then relaxed against him before he pulled away. We stared at one another then murmured, “You may not believe me now. But I swear, you’re my soulmate, baby. No one else. I know that I’ve been a dick but I can change. I fucking promise, I’d change for you.”

I gave a small laugh and replied quietly, “Fine… but I want to keep Obey until you prove to me that I’m your soulmate. Okay?” As if on cue, Obey Supreme peeked her head out from where she was lying underneath my bed then meowed with her eyes narrowed. Clearly, she was not excited that we had woken her up.

I laughed and scooped her into my arms as he answered, “Alright fine, you can keep her until I prove that you’re my soulmate.”

#tyler breeze #tyler breeze imagines #tyler breeze fluff #tyler breeze angst #wwe imagines #wwe fluff #wwe angst #wwe #nxt imagines #nxt fluff #nxt angst

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namjoonchronicles · 5 years

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everything he couldn’t say | yg

↳ GENRE fluff, domestic

↳ WORDS 3.4k

↳ SUMMARY –Aloof. Stoic. And many other words used to describe your husband. He’s not always like that, is he?

↳ WARNING none

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A new mixer. The device was not even released on international market yet. Jimin opens his mouth to close them again. No words. Yoongi stood beside him, pressing the power button, off. Jimin opens his mouth again, closes them without saying a word. He inhales through his teeth, and whistles.

"...Hyung." He smacked his lips together. "I know." Yoongi darted.

Jimin swung his head to Yoongi this time, but Yoongi was staring down at the device, as if he was staring down at a blackhole of his uncertain future. Jimin frowns and pouted. Then he puffs his cheek and shifted his weight on another foot. He pressed his index finger to his chubby cheek, and drag the down his chin, eyes not leaving the new mixer before scratching the skin underneath his jaw, blinking, and "...How did she even got this?" To which Yoongi answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"It's close to impossible." Jimin drawled. "I know." Yoongi shot.

"It's limited edition." "I know."

Jimin sat next to Yoongi on the leather couch he has in his Genius Home Lab. Fixing his blonde-do, he rested his elbows on his knees, Jimin didn't plan to be here.

He could blame it on his attentive side for being thrown in this situation, but Jimin sworn to help any how he could when he first got close to Yoongi. It was a given. This morning, Jimin didn't have a plan, nor a place to hangout in or someone to hangout with. He was about to delve into complete boredom of his day, not being able to disturb Jungkook because the guy had locked himself in his room until further notice, Taehyung was out with his schoolmates, yet again--so, Jimin was scrolling down his phone when the screen flashed into an incoming call from Min Yoongi. Answer call.

Jimin spiked on his bed and answered. He was greeted with an off-key singing of 'Spring Day' which turns into Agust D's 'Tony Montana' and then 'Dead Leaves' before spiking off to an upbeat 'Not Today' chorus before slowering down to 'So Far Away'--medley. A medley Jimin never thought possible, in a span of 50 seconds. "Yoongi-hyung?" He hesitantly say. "...Oh, Jimin..." The singing in the background hasn't stopped. "...Is everything alright? Is that the sister-in-law?" Jimin asked. Yoongi shut his eyes, massaging his temples with one hand, "...Yes, that's my wife. Hold on..."

Jimin heard Yoongi called your pet name. Twice, and then three times.

"...Sweetie. Mrs. Min. Earth to Mrs. Min! Mayday...Mayday!"

You looked at him, paused and stare. Yoongi brightens up. She finally stopped.

And then, "I want it, this love. I want it, real love..." Then you proceed to sing his rap verse in DNA. Yoongi burst into short chuckle and held the phone away a bit, "Please, go. GO! I'm trying to work here..." The singing gets dimmer and Jimin could hear the door being closed. And even then you weren't done singing your high notes that could pierce any healthy ear drums. You surely weren't the best singer, but hey, at least your vocals had power. "Now I know why you have locks on your door, hyung..." Jimin passed. Yoongi sighed into the phone, "Didn't mean to call you and disturb your peace, but can't you get anyone out there to bring my wife to that fried chicken shop, I really can't leave my studio right now, I'm 87% done with this track and I don't want to lose my muse."

Jimin tipped his eyes to outside his room and saw Jungkook's door that had the 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside, hanging on its knob before sighing into the phone. "Jungkook is not leaving his room, so I guess that's gonna be me." Yoongi was quick to say no. "Is there no one else there? Apart from you? I need your opinion on something... so someone else has to accompany her." Yoongi leans back into his chair next to his covered piano. He grabbed the remote and pointed it to the aircon to have it slowed a little, because its getting rataher chilly in here. "...I'll see if Seokjin is around." Jimin walked out the room he shared with Hoseok and peeped to Seokjin's room he once shared with Yoongi.

"...Yup, he's here." Jimin nodded. Seokjin tipped his eyes up. "What?"

After Seokjin dropped Jimin off and fetch you to go to that fried chicken shop, Yoongi invited Jimin into his home studio. "We had our new year gift exchange every end of the year, and this year she gave me first." Yoongi revealed the item underneath a black silk cloth and showed a black mixer. It has his name engraved on it. "I never once told her I wanted this. I don't know how she found out." Yoongi let the information sink into Jimin as he watches intently at the specimen.

"...Maybe she checked your browsing history?" "Cleared it, every single time."

"Asked Namjoon?" "Namjoon has never heard of this device."

"Psychic?" "The only probable answer to this mystery. She's psychic."

Jimin blinks at it. A new mixer. The device was not even released on international market yet. Jimin opens his mouth to close them again. No words.

Jimin sat next to Yoongi on the leather couch he has in his Genius Home Lab. Fixing his blonde-do, he rested his elbows on his knees, Jimin didn't plan to be here.

"So this is what you've been worried about for the past few days?" Jimin crinkled his eyes as he smiled and Yoongi casted his eyes down. He didn't think it was obvious. But apparently, it caught Jimin's attention, somehow. It had been days. He was growing increasingly worried about it. To match your gift with his own kind of thoughtfull gift. You gave him something so precious, so unpredicted that it has somehow turned into a 'who had the better gift' competition. Last year, Yoongi went to Innisfree and bought you a gift pack, with a custom made cover with your name on it, then have it delivered to your door while also sending one rose to your office, signed with a Mars chocolate bar that he knew you loved. And you matched that by buying him a new pairs of fuzzy socks with his name on it, in three different design. He came home to a box of limited edition shoes he had been eyeing for many months. No cards, no apparent reason. Just a gift to come home to.

Splurging on your significant other is something you enjoy doing. And it was something that Yoongi picked up too. At first he was quite hesitant, but when you reciprocated the tradition, it became a monthly-thing. Yoongi was running out of creative ways and items, hence, he had asked Jimin today, if he had better suggestions.

"...I have an idea." Jimin said that, and then disappeared for days. Yoongi never knew what it was. So he walked around leisurely into another Innisfree store, and when they approached him, "Are you here to pick up a new set for your wife, Mr. Min?" They are almost certain that Yoongi would come two months once, to fetch the usual facial care products you wear and have it paid for you.

It became his routine. You never had to spend a dime. Sometimes he'll search online for a good spa and have one-whole day spa package purchased for you, to pamper yourself and away from home while he prepares a meal, and do all the house chores for you. Yoongi really knows how to treat you.

It's like he's born to be a husband.

He is very good at managing things at home, fixing stuff, washing dishes--hates doing it but does it anyway; Yoongi take the car to workshops if he notices something odd about it. Making sure you don't have to get your hands dirty, like that one time he caught you changing the car tyre alone. He almost had a heart attack. "I can do it!" You protested with a smile. "...no hands of my wife will touch such greasy material, move. Let the husband do it. I know you can, but what am I here for?" he rolled his sleeve up his elbows and took over entirely.

Smiling down at him as he twist the bolts back into place, you grinned. "If only you saw me living as a student when I was younger... I had friends who never know how to put gas into their car. So I do it for them. I also pump my own tyres. I talk to mechanics. I was not a pretty princess, I do many things on my own..." Yoongi focused on the bolts, managing pretty well of it, before hiking his breathe, commenting, "Is that why you don't like me calling you princess?"

You dropped your head and nodded, leaning against the hood.

"You're right...it's offensive." He suddenly, crossed his leg and sat down on the dirty ground, two remaining bolts needed attention.

You quirked your brows at him, a smile waning. "Why is that offensive? Girls like being called that, but not me...I thought it was weird. The fact that I'm not like everyone else...liked being called: princess." You shrugged your shoulders, looking at the sky and then to him. He twists in the fouth and final bolt into the tyre. "You definitely do not call a Queen, a princess. Your majesty." He cocked an eyebrow at you to which you replied with a growing smile. "You don't look for a knight in a shining armor, because you don't need one. You are your own hero. You find out places you lack in, and you fill them up, no problem. You take one problems head on and stay firm to your ground even when no one else is standing with you...now that's fucking sexy." He hoisted himself off the ground, then drop the spanner to his side, making his way to you. "Sometimes," he rubs his hands together, wiping off the grease as much as he could as he squinted his eyes to the sky behind you, "...I am afraid to tell you things you don't realize you were glancing past, for fear that you will fix and patch it up, leaving me nothing to be good at."

Yoongi framed you with his arm, while keeping a distance, not touching you at all, resting the heel of his palm on the car's hood while he speak in murmurs. "...What are you even saying..." you shook your head and he inhales, "...like where I keep the ladders to refrain you from being able to change the bulbs on your own. Or when I purposely tighten all all jars at home so you could call me for help. And these tyres. You're missing out the tyres," he listed, biting his lips, inching in close and repelled repeatedly, to tease you. "...What about the tyres, what's wrong with them?" You darted your eyes to it. "It needs changing." He shot and you looked at him, "I know. I pretend not to, so you could feel like a man."

"Why you manipulative little carrot." He shot. "I've also found out the way to open the jars without calling you. And I don't use ladders to change the bulb," you sprinted away.

Yoongi is well-aware that you don't need him. You are independent, self-less, diligent and learn very quickly to adapt to situation that sometimes he's scared that you would leave him. He didn't even understand why you're with him when you possess all this survivor capability but he does try to do everything he can, to make himself worthy of your time. But what he didn't notice is that, you began to feel like he was a necessity eventhough you never really expected someone to be this important to you. Min Yoongi was a recklessly forward lover that drilled his way through your concrete heart, and made it, his throne. You have been trespassed and colonized by this being and when you realised it was happening, it was already too late. All the insecurities that made you learn and aspire to be perfect, become more prominent when you realise that Yoongi could have easily chosen somebody else.

"Jimin? Did you get what I told you to get?" You asked, and Jimin handed a pile of books to you, "But why do you need Yoongi hyung's high school magazines?"

Research. You know you can't get that from Yoongi. For some reason, he had been hiding it from you, throwing it away (tried to) before finally giving it to Jimin and you recently find out that the magazine is alive and well. Today, Yoongi sat on the couch, watching Netflix, deciding what to watch and you walked in, reading a passage that sounded so familiar to him. "...For me, it’s not clothes but mine is a little odd. A Hi-Fi (High Fidelity) headphone. A headphone that has high fidelity,"

Yoongi snapped his head to your direction, coming from the depth of the hallway, jumped from the couch and try to get that magazine away from you while you keep reading, unbothered one bit, "Kind of like when you see people carry around expensive electronic devices," he snatched them from your hand but with your incredible memory, you read out aloud what your eyes caught in a split second, eyeing him, "When I see a girl with that kind of headphone, like, she attracts me.” He shoved the magazine down the dry bin, with his legs, stomping a number of times. "Guess who doesn't have a Hi-Fi headphone?" You sat cross legged on the sofa with your arms crossed and menacing grin while Yoongi rested his hand on his hip, staring at the floor, turning his back on you, slouched. "...Which idiot was it?" He grumbled. "Which idiot gave you that magazine? I thought I burnt it..." He repeated. "I don't want to answer that question, I don't have an expensive headphone," you stood up from the sofa and poke your head into the fridge.

And it has begun.

"Honey, did you see the cable I brought home last night, I can't find it..." "I don't know, maybe you should ask girls who uses expensive headphone, she probably knows where it is." "Do you want to order a take out?" "Can't say. A Hi-Fi headphone wearing girl would eat salads and shit." "Let's talk." "I'm not worthy of your time, I used an earphone I bought five years ago, still. I'm not your ideal type. Marrying me was a mistake."

Yoongi hung his jaw open while you walk past him, push him away from the fridge to get to your food.

"You're in my way, move." "Excuse me, you're hurting my feelings." "You're hurting mine." "How exactly do I do that?"

Slam the fridge door shut and gave him your acid eyes. Your mouth opens and closes, before you snapped open the coke can and start gulping it down angrily. "You can't say because you know how irrelevant it is..." he challenged you. "Who are you to tell my anger is irrelevant knowing very well that it's you who made me hella mad." You growled back.

"At a stupid passage I wrote in high school..." He passed, leaning his hip on the counter, peering down at you.

"What's written is strong enough to be an argument. You actually thought that I was going to look past this?" You pointed him with your finger, scoffing a mocking air out your mouth, "Ha! You wish."

"Are you bored? Is that why we're fighting?" Yoongi snatched the can from your hand and drink it down until its finished, before crumpling them in his hands and discarding them by throwing it to the bin, not budging from where he stood.

"Let's do it, let's fight. Come at me baby. Let's go," he taunted you, arms wide spread, ready to accept punches. You squinted your eyes at him, unfazed by his pleas but is growing increasingly waning away.

"...Why do you even like me. Are you pretending?" You dropped your gaze to your feet, and pouted. Your voice softens and barely audible, but Yoongi caught every word. He dropped his fighting arms and scooted next to you, leaning on the counter as well, so you both are facing the refrigerator.

"I don't wear Hi-Fi, I don't even have a Hi-Fi. I don't play musical instruments. I don't know anything about music. I'm not graceful. I change tires for cryin' out loud..." you tilt your head back, begin to laugh while a tear escaped the tail of your right eye that Yoongi could see clearly.

"I fix the toilet, spends more time in Harvey Norman's than I do in boutiques, I am nothing like the girls in the TV. Not goddess like, I don't even like heels. I think vanity is overrated and I throw on anything I feel comfortable in, you must be so embarrassed." You ran your fingers through your hair once and sniffed.

"I know I like you. I love the things you do. I love the way you smile and how you talk me out of things. I like that you listen. And when I read that, your high school fantasy, I just, felt very... not ideal?" You glanced at him briefly but broke eye contact even when you feel his eyes on you. He's doing what you love, listening.

"I was very stupid. I don't know anything back then...how do I say this," he grew increasingly restless, trying to explain emotions knowing how bad he is at it.

"...you're just saying things to make me feel better." You wiped away a tear that fell, smiling bitterly. "Why am I like this..." you whimpered, suddenly feeling the rush of emotions ravishing your sanity.

Yoongi shook his head, murmuring no's.

"...There's nothing wrong with you. Let me say this as simple as I can. I was materialistic. I was intrigued by physical attractions, like every other boys my age, but then I met you. And I realised that there's so much more to love than what meets the eye...I liked pretty ankles, beautiful hands, charming smile but I saw you. You came to me like a hurricane I wasn't prepared for. When I see you walk in with a basket full of muffin and left them at the hospital for strangers to take, I fell hard. I realised that love is so much more than the movies made them to be."

"Suddenly, love wasn't whether she had a Hi-Fi, or expensive headphones. I used to want someone who I can speak music with, but realised teaching you the things I know is much more rewarding. Your eyes sparkle when you hear me play, I won't get that from someone who knows music like the back of their mind. Do you know how cool you are, not being graceful? How you take everything into your control and take charge? People trust you and do you know how attractive that is? No Hi-Fi comes at parr to the leadership ability you have. Do you know how many girls I know who could change their tyre and be independent as fuck? One. And how you curse? That's so sexy. You can insult me everyday, and I would thank you," Yoongi shrugged.

"Are you on drugs, Yoongi." You chuckled, and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning your forehead on his upper arm. "I wish I was, what the fuck did I just say," he begin to blush.

Jimin came back with a pen-drive, thankfully you got the door. "It's for you, from your husband." Jimin said. "Happy gift day!"

You watched him scampering down the hallway outside your apartment and frowned in confusion. Inserting the pen-drive into the slot of your large TV, you sat and waited for it to load. Yoongi creeps behind the hallway to watch you. Jimin was obviously the one carrying the camera into Yoongi's studio office.

"What's up, what's up Mr. Min Yoongi!" He sang, chirping and Yoongi gave him a side eye and ignored pretty much the whole time he was there.

"...who's texting?" Jimin asked, from the video you heard. Yoongi is typing something into his phone,"...my wife." He is smiling till his eyes turned into crescents.

Then the video shot cut into Yoongi walking side by side with Jimin, Jimin is the one shooting it. "Our beloved hyung is getting a pizza for his wife. Is it okay? She just got well from a fever."

"She likes pizza." "What's the best thing about Mrs. Min?" Jimin asked. Yoongi glared at the camera. "Everything."

Everything.

Jimin compiled everything Yoongi couldn't say. In a video.

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Just in Time Chapter One of Five: Trouble

Inspired by this and this.

Scout zipped around the corner as more gunfire rang out behind him. Warmth trickled down his shoulder where a bullet had grazed him, undoubtedly more had gotten him too he just didn’t feel the pain yet. And he never would if he didn’t manage to get away from his assailants. He’d been ambushed by a small group of enemy mercenaries, he’d managed to take out a few of them out but all by himself there was only so much he could do, he’d had to run. They’d dogged him, taking advantage of the initial hits they’d gotten in that slowed him. He couldn’t run for much longer, he needed to end this now.

He raised his pistol – he’d burnt through all the ammo in his shotgun a while ago, – ready to shoot as soon as the enemy rounded the corner. Which they did, seconds after he did. Aiming purely by instinct he pulled the trigger and… click. He was out of ammo and he’d back himself up into a dead end.

He dropped the gun and whipped out his bat with his other hand. The enemy’s gun went off and an intense pain shot through his arm, sending the bat to the floor too as he barely managed to hold back a scream of pain.

The rest of the enemy finished rounding the corner cutting off any hope of running past. This was it, there was no way out, he was going to die here, alone and for no reason. Their smirks of victory as they raised their guns sealed the deal.

Something solid pushed him back, knocking him to his rear, a split second before the sound of gunfire erupted. There was no pain, nothing hit him. He looked up to see… Spy standing in front of him, shielding him. Scout flinched instinctively clutching onto him as more gunfire sounded.

It seemed to go on for forever but it was only a few seconds before silence returned. Or near silence, even with earplugs specifically designed to protect one’s ears from the sound of gun shots, Scout’s ears were still ringing. But when he looked up he saw all his attackers were dead, shot cleanly through the head.

Shaking, he straightened. “Gosh, Spy that was awesome, ya saved…” He cut off as Spy stumbled and collapsed backwards. Scout caught him, flinching as fresh pain shot through his arm. He lost his footing and was sent back onto his rear, Spy half in his lap, leaning back into him.

Scout opened his mouth to ask if he was okay but then he looked down and saw Spy’s chest. There were multiple bullet wounds marring his once pristine suit. “Dad!”

“You know?” Spy said, lifting a hand to Scout’s arm. His voice was weak, barely perceptible even up close like this.

“I uh… yes.” He hadn’t known but had strongly suspected, it had just slipped out of him by accident. But now he knew. “We got more important things to worry about right now though.”

Spy mumbled something in French, cutting off as he went limp. He was still breathing though, Scout could feel it against his chest due to how heavily Spy sagged back into him. So, wasn’t dead yet, there was still time to save him.

“O-okay, okay, gotta call the doc, he’ll patch ya up no probs, does it all the time.” With a shaking hand, Scout reached up to fumble with his headset. He’d used it earlier to try to call for help but the signal wasn’t good so far away from the base and he hadn’t been able to get through. Hopefully he’d have better luck this time.

“Mayday, mayday,” he said loud and clear as he could manage when his dad was dying in his arms at this very moment.

Static answered and… “Kid, that you?” It was indistinct and staticky but still unmistakable as Engi’s voice; Scout had gotten through.

“Yes, help, please help, I…”

“What’s your location?”

Scout told him, being precise as he could. “Bring Medic please, Spy’s been shot… a lot.” To save him no less.

“On it, we’ll be there in a jiffy.” The line went dead, leaving Scout nothing to do but pray they made it in time. Spy was still breathing but it was weaker than before and was ragged.

“C’mon Dad, hold on just a bit longer.” Scout rocked back and forth slightly, holding Spy close as if that could somehow save him. “Doc’s coming so it’ll be fine. He can save like anyone, right? So you’ll be fine.” Scout was rambling but couldn’t make himself stop. “Ya can’t die for reals that’d be… fucked up. ‘Specially with how you saved me and all.”

Every so often Scout stopped speaking and rocking to listen and feel for Spy’s breathing. It continued to grow weaker. He couldn’t die though, not like this. But no matter how hard he willed it, Spy kept inching closer to death with every passing second.

It started raining, starting as a drizzle before growing heavy. It was freezing, making Scout shiver and shake as the ground turned to mud around him. He wasn’t sure if Spy was still breathing, it didn’t seem like he was.

“Over here.”

Scout snapped his head up to see Heavy standing in the mouth of the alley way. Seconds later Medic was there too.

“Doc ya gotta save him,” Scout said with chattering teeth as he continued to clutch Spy’s body. Was it cold because of the rain or… was Medic too late? “Don’t let him die, please.”

Medic had already rushed over and crouched down beside them. “Give him to me.” It was harder than it should’ve been for Scout to loosen his grip to let Medic pull Spy away. “Heavy, take care of Scout.”

“Come,” Heavy said as he picked Scout up. Scout let out a small whimper of protest but lacked the strength to resist fully and thus let Heavy carry him a short distance away. Was it to keep him from the truth though or because Medic needed space to work?

Heavy placed him on box and set to taking care of Scout’s injuries, at Medic’s insistence they all knew basic first aid. The bullet wound would need proper attention later but it wasn’t life threatening so it could wait. “Trust Doctor.”

Scout nodded. If anyone could save Spy it was Medic, he did seemingly impossible medical stuff all the time. Scout couldn’t do anything more.

When he was all bandaged up, Scout tried to move closer but Heavy blocked him. “No,” he said.

Scout groaned, still shivering and shaking uncontrollably. “I need to know if he’s… going to make it.”

“No,” Heavy said again. “Give Doctor room to work, don’t need you distracting him.” Was he being honest in his reasons for keeping Scout away or was it hopeless and he didn’t want to tell him that yet? Heavy’s ever stoic expression made it impossible to tell.

“Fine.” Scout settled back down with a sigh. He couldn’t get past Heavy in this state no matter how hard he tried and even in peak condition Heavy was bigger and stronger than him so it would’ve been very difficult anyway. He could do nothing but wait and hope for the best.

“Time to go back to the car,” Medic said a short time later. “Scout’s up front with you Heavy, I’ll be in the back with Spy.”

Wordlessly, Heavy picked Scout up again. Despite the indignity of it, Scout didn’t protest, he was too exhausted and cold. It was a huge relief to be placed in the passenger side seat, it was warm and dry, he couldn’t wait to change out of these wet and bloodstained clothes. How much of that blood was his and how much of it was Spy’s though? It was impossible to know. Just like it was impossible to know if Spy was going to make it or not, especially when Medic and Heavy were keeping Scout as far away from his as possible. That couldn’t mean good things, could it?

#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #Violence #Gunshot Wounds #Potential Death #Spy #Scout #Medic #Heavy #Spydad

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The Advent of the End! Mazinger ZERO’s Birth! - Part 1 of ???

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It was as if Kouji were looking upon a dream...A dream of horrific destruction, wrought by none other than a monstrous-looking Mazinger Z. It murdered innocent people at a whim, roaring before releasing typhoons of rusting winds to corrode the landscape, releasing innumerable beams of Photonic Energy from its eyes to desecrate the Earth itself, and loosing devastating bursts of heat from its heat sinks to obliterate everything in its path.

He stood still, frozen in fear at what he was witnessing, watching as his allies’ machines were wiped out one by one by the demonic Mazinger. Li-Brasta T, Geminion Ray, Gunleon Magna Mode, Solar Aquarion, Gundam DX, 00 QAN-[T] and the rest of Celestial Being’s Mobile Suits, Shin Getter, King Gainer, the ARX-8 Laevatein, Turn A Gundam, all of the Black Knights’ KMFs, and even Venus A and Boss Borot...And yet, he felt familiarity from it, somehow...

Almost as if he had lived through this before. As if he had experienced this first-hand.

And then, just as he shook that thought from his head, it gazed at him. And it smiled. It recognized him, and he could hear a voice in his head, echoing with power that could rival even Gaiou in its intensity as it reached its hand out to potentially crush him. But, was the voice...Mazinger’s? He couldn’t tell, as he started blacking out as its hand drew nearer, but it sure sounded like the voice was coming from Mazinger...

‘The time is near...Soon, the seven gates shall open, and the Mazin shall be released upon this world. The appointed end comes, Kouji Kabuto, and you are the one that shall usher in the Destroyer...The one who shall call forth Mazinger ZERO! Rejoice, for fate takes its appointed course, Kouji Kabuto! Rejoice, for your grandfather’s ambitions come to fruition! Rejoice, for you shall usher in an era of death and destruction!’

Photon Power Fortress - 8:00 AM, Kouji’s room

(BGM: Mad Universe)

“Gwah!? Hah...Hah...” Kouji shot up with a jolt, clutching his chest as he gasped for air he didn’t know he needed. That dream...It had felt all too real, but here he was, in the Labs, safe and sound. It had to have been something he ate, most likely...

But...Why did what that voice said sound so familiar? It seemed he didn’t have much time to waste pondering it, considering the familiar figure of Sayaka Yumi had entered his room to (seemingly) wake him up for something.

“Good morning, Kouji! ...Hm? What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Sayaka blinked, looking over her colleague for a moment, before coming over and putting a hand on his forehead in concern. He looked like he’d seen the end of the world, or something. But, that was silly, wasn’t it?

“It...I-It’s nothing, Sayaka. Don’t worry. I just had an odd dream, that’s all. It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.” Kouji waved the other’s hand from his head weakly, getting out of bed sluggishly. It was a good thing he’d forgotten to take his clothes off last night; it made getting dressed much easier. “Did something come up, or something?”

“If you’re sure you’re alright, then...Oh!” Sayaka looked as if she’d just remembered something, clapping her hands together. “Father wants us to head to Scott Labs, so we can try using the combat data we have of the Myceneans to attempt to predict a possible return, considering what we fought couldn’t have been their full army. He wants you to come along in Mazinger, as well, just in case. It’ll be a good chance to catch up with Crowe and Esther, don’t you think?”

“Uh, yeah...I haven’t heard from them in a while, so I’m hoping they’re just swamped with work. I just hope they don’t get surprised when they see us.” Kouji was quick to grab his pilot suit and helmet, before leading the way out the door. It looked like today was getting to a good start, but there was a nagging feeling in his head, something he just couldn’t shake.

A feeling that he’d lived through this all before, and that something dangerous was going to happen...

Airspace - 4:30PM, Near Scott Labs

All was silent as the Photon Power Fortress’ private transport craft slowly neared its destination, Mazinger Z flying alongside it via the God Scrander. Kouji had told Professor Yumi and Sayaka about his dream not long after leaving, though Yumi had ruminated on it before speaking up. If they were overworking Kouji to the point he was having these ominous dreams, he needed to speak up, so they could arrange a vacation of some kind.

“A dream like that...Hm. Are you sure you’re feeling alright, Kouji? If we’ve been working you too hard, please let us know now. You’re a valuable member of our organization, after all, and I don’t want you to overwork yourself. Besides, I’d never forgive myself if we overworked you.”

“Sorry, Professor...I didn’t want to worry anyone, but...That dream felt so real. I...It was almost like I’d seen it before, lived it before, and...Well, it’s kind of scary, thinking that my Mazinger could ever do that.” Kouji’s voice was quiet, almost unusual for the youth. He seemed rather bothered by all of this, and for good reason. A demonic Mazinger...He couldn’t shake the image at all.

“That’s because it couldn’t! Mazinger’s a symbol of justice, Kouji! Don’t forget that! It had to have been something else, I’m sure of it!” Sayaka protested suddenly, startling Kouji into bumping his head on the canopy. He’d almost let himself forget that Mazinger was a champion of justice...She wasn’t going to let that slide, frankly, because Kouji was one of their best pilots, if not their best. He needed to remember that!

Unfortunately, before anyone could get another word in, an explosion rocked the shuttle, making it lose its course momentarily and startling everyone aboard, as well as Kouji, who was quick to notice the assailants.

“There! Everyone, look!”

”Heh heh heh...! You won’t be going anywhere, Photon Power Fortress craft! The Mycenean Empire will make sure of that!” The sudden voice, along with the damage suffered by the shuttle, revealed the presence of Mycenean soldiers, apparently having been waiting for them. But how had they known about their flight path...?

(BGM: Black Alarm)

“Mycenean soldiers?! Damn, they’re still around, after all...Sayaka, send a distress signal to Scott Labs, at once! And then, send an S.O.S. to any and all frequencies you can think of! We need backup, now!” Sayaka was quick to nod to her father, taking a headset and placing a distress call to set on repeat over numerous broadcasting channels.

“I understand! ...Mayday, mayday! This is the Photon Power fortress’ private aircraft, requesting assistance! We are under fire from Mycenean Empire forces, and Mazinger Z is busy engaging them! Please, help us!” With the distress call taken care of, Yumi contacted Kouji again, to have him intercept the Myceneans before the shuttle was shot down.

“Kouji, can you--!?”

“Yeah, leave it to me and Mazinger! We’ll take care of these Myceneans, before-”

It was then that a bolt of blue thunder pierced the skies, interrupting Kouji and striking one of the offending Mycenean soldiers down in a brilliant explosion. But, that wasn’t the most amazing part. What was amazing was that what looked to be a Mazinger was descending from the skies, positioning itself between the Myceneans and the shuttle.

(BGM: Shugoshin the Guardian [Ver.Z3])

“You won’t have your way today, Mycenean scum! Great Mazinger will make sure of that!” A voice boomed over an open channel, as the now-identified Great Mazinger pointed at the Myceneans threateningly. It looked incredibly impressive, even to Kouji.

“Great...Mazinger?” Kouji wouldn’t have any time to debate what this meant in his head, unfortunately, but it was around then that Yumi realized something about the pilot of that mysterious Mazinger. Someone had to have made it...But, there was no way it could have been Juzo. He’d died not long after making Mazinger Z!

Then, who built this Mazinger...? It seemed Professor Yumi was thinking this, as well, because there was an unmistakable look of shock on his face as he gazed upon the figure of Great Mazinger. This was...It made no sense!

“Great Mazinger!? I don’t believe it...To think someone could make a second Mazinger...Amazing...” If they were opposing the Mycenean soldiers, then Yumi hoped they’d help them... “Please, Pilot! Help us! The Myceneans are aiming to kill us all!”

There was a humored chuckle from the other end, before the static cleared to reveal a man at the helm of Great Mazinger. He seemed to be smiling at the situation, but it was clear he didn’t mean the Photonic Power Fortress staff any harm.

“My name is Tetsuya Tsurugi, pilot of the Great Mazinger built by Dr. Kenzo Kabuto. I’m here to help, don’t worry. I’ll go into details later, but we need to worry about the Myceneans first, while we bide time for anyone that heard your distress call to get here. But, that must be Mazinger Z...Which means the pilot’s Tsubasa’s son, and my nephew, right?"

“Huh!?” That news caught Kouji by surprise. This man was the same Tetsuya Tsurugi that was his uncle!? But he’d died, hadn’t he? “You’re my uncle?! Then...I thought you were dead! That’s what mom thought, too!” Kouji’s shock was obvious on his face as he processed what he’d heard. That nagging feeling was gone, meaning this was something he’d never experienced, but...How did he know that this was the case?

And, something else struck him as surprising about what Tetsuya had said...His father had, supposedly, built that Mazinger! But, his father had served Dr. Hell, while Great Mazinger was blatantly on their side...

Just what was happening?!

“Tsubasa...” Tetsuya stopped for a moment, recalling his older sister. But, he soon grew serious once more, dismissing the subject of his sibling for later. “No, we’ll discuss that after we’re done here, along with how Kenzo built this, like I said. Get ready, Kouji! The Myceneans aren’t going to hold back once they’ve recovered, so we’ll need to give them all we’ve got while we stall! Just...Remind me to apologize to my sister later. There’s a lot we need to discuss, and she’s going to have to be part of it.”

“G-Great Mazinger!? We had no knowledge of a second Mazinger existing! D-Damn it all! All forces, focus on the Mazingers! We can crush the aircraft later!” The leader of the Mycenean forces was absolutely displeased with this development, and the Emperor of Darkness would be equally furious...Another Mazinger was bad for them, considering they’d only been informed of Mazinger Z!

They’d have to settle this, now!

“Alright, Tetsuya! Let’s show these Myceneans the power of Mazinger! If my father really built that Mazinger, then it’s got to be something, especially if you’re on our side! Let’s do this!”

“Well said, Kouji! I couldn’t be prouder of those words if I tried! Come on, Mycenean Empire! We’ll take you on! Haaaaa!”

#Guest Muse: Sayaka Yumi (Shin)#Muse: Kouji Kabuto (Shin)#Guest Muse: Yanosuke Yumi (Shin)#Muse: Tetsuya Tsurugi (Shin)#v: SRW

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