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cowboydisaster · 9 months

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could you write a fic about simon and a reader who is going through withdrawals? Sorry if that's not real specific, you can take it in what ever direction you please. Thank you

Hope

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem! reader word count: 2k summary: Simon helps you get through withdrawals, offering you hope in the darkest point of your life. a/n: heed the warnings please!!!! I cried a good bit while writing this. You're never alone my friends, and there is always hope. Always. (p.s. there is a mention of wanting children in this fic, so keep that in mind. p.p.s why does tumblr destroy my image quality, it makes me sad.) warnings: opioid addiction, withdrawals, addiction, emetophobia, illness masterlist

"Si-Simon, I can't do this. I'm n-not strong enough." You whimper, clammy hands gripping onto his shirt with every pathetic ounce of strength that you can muster. Your voice is hoarse, throat thick with mucus and body covered in a stale cold sweat that soaks through your oversized t-shirt. Simon has never seen you so weak, so frail in his arms.

He's seen you take down men twice your size, clear rooms with more than ten enemies. You've faced countless opponents, broken through endless physical and mental barriers, but in the end, the one thing you couldn't defeat was the pills.

If you'd known you were trading your life away when you were handed the bottle, you never would have taken it in the first place.

"For the pain." The doctor had said, "Just until this gunshot wound clears up."

Only it didn't. Before you even realized it, your body was already addicted. You craved the numbness that the damned capsules gave you, the release from the endless pain that singed your nerves day and night. You couldn't give them up. You tried– but the sickness that came when you stopped– you were sure it would kill you.

Simon didn't know what to do. You lied, you kept him at a distance, never fully explaining to him what was going on. He didn't realize how bad it was. He tried not to pry, or to push you, but Simon put his foot down when he found you on the bathroom floor unconscious, a bottle of pills on the counter, half empty. His words reverberated in your ears, a harsh warning that he wouldn't watch you kill yourself.

"You have to get clean, Y/N." He'd said from a place of love, but you couldn't help but crumble under his judgment, "I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore. You 'ave to sober up."

So here you are, a heap in Simon's lap, the both of you intertwined on the bathroom floor as you fight the overwhelming illness that accompanies withdrawals. Everything you've survived: loss, wounds, torture– it pales in comparison to the misery you're experiencing now. You refused to go to a detox center, not wanting to lose your position in the Task Force. You promised Simon that you'd let him drive you to the hospital if things got bad, but you want to do this at home.

Bile rises from your stomach, lingering in the back of your throat as you gag. Immediately, Simon pulls your hair back into his fist, and helps to position you over the toilet.

You dry heave, gagging on air as both of your cold hands grip the toilet bowl. Your wedding band glints in the dim bathroom light, bringing another layer of anguish to your already broken soul.

He shouldn't have to deal with this.

"Easy, love. Get it all out. I've got you." Simon coos as your stomach aches and flips, desperate to rid itself of any contents. Only you haven't been able to eat, so nothing comes up but painful bursts of air. You gasp and heave, collapsing back against Simon and erupting into loud sobs. Your bones ache as you fall onto his chest, and his hands hover over your form, unsure on how to hold you without shattering you even further.

"I can't– I can't! Simon, please! Please. I'm going to die. M' gonna die–" You panic, "I'm not strong enough. You know that I'm not." You plead, begging for the substance that he has already flushed down the drain, your mind refuses to believe that it's actually gone.

Simon's previously unbreakable heart manages to crack, and he wishes more than anything to carry the burden of your suffering. You're his wife, and it's his job to take the weight off your shoulders, but he can't do this for you. He can, however, be with you every step of the way. You showed him a new way of living, a way to do more than just survive. You've shown him love when he was undeserving of it. It's unbearable for him to see you, such a beam of light, in so much pain.

"Look at me, baby. Look at me." Simon holds your face until your eyes meet his. Those chestnut colored irises hold your attention– the same ones you looked into as you read your vows, as you suffered pain, and loss, felt love and lust. They've watched after you through everything.

"You can do this, yeah? You're the strongest person I know. Stronger than any other soldier in the Task Force, stronger than me. If anyone can beat this, it's you." Simon reassures.

Your face crumples when you realize he's firm in his decision. You shake your head, clammy palms coming to rest against your face.

"Please, Simon." You beg once again. Your body is trembling like a leaf held against the wind, cold wraps around your bones suffocatingly, squeezing every ounce of comfort from your being and leaving you high and dry. Pure, unadulterated suffering.

"Come 'ere." Simon whispers, standing up from the tile floor and scooping you into his arms. He hooks his arms under your head and knees before carrying you into the bedroom.

The soft bed dips under your shared weight as Simon lays down with you, his body wrapping around your own like a perfect puzzle piece. He pulls your back to his chest, letting you use his tattooed arm as a pillow. Your sobs quiet down to muffled whimpers as you shake lightly, wishing you could go back in time, solve this before it became a problem.

Father time has never been merciful though, has he?

"Blanket or no?" Simon asks. You nod your head quickly.

"Yes, it's so cold. I'm so cold." Your teeth chatter lightly as you reiterate. Simon pulls the thick comforter over your forms, tucking it in around the edges as he adjusts behind you.

An hour ago you were burning up, stripping off your clothes and sobbing at the heat clawing its way through your body like some sort of fiery plague. He'd put you in a cool bath, checking your temperature probably more often than what was necessary.

You shake and writhe, whimpers and groans of agony slipping past your lips every once in a while. It's killing Simon to see you like this. Every ounce of light has drained from your eyes, the life has seeped from your pores, replaced with the lingering disease of addiction. He misses your laughter, your smile. It could light up a room. You've gotten the boys through many dark days. You were the sunshine of the Task Force. Failed missions, loss, heartache, no matter how bad things got, your optimism never ceased. Not until recently, anyhow.

"We'll get there again." Simon tells himself like a mantra in his head,"She'll get better."

He's personally seeing that you do. He won't allow you the pills to take hold of you, he'll fight. He's seen more soldiers die from pills than bullets. He won't let you meet that fate, he won't.

He can't lose you.

The room is covered with a calm silence, only the sound of your quick breathing to let him know you're still alive. Simon is quiet as well, and you drown in the silence, hoping for any kind of distraction to pull you away from your unending misery. You can feel yourself giving up, wanting nothing more than to slip into old habits. You slip your eyes shut, opening them only once a voice rumbles in your ear.

"I was thinking… when you're better we'll get a bigger house." Simon quietly blurts out from behind you.

A wrinkle forms in between your brows, and you crane your neck to look at him. You're sure he's trying to distract you, coming up with random conversation to keep your mind off of the present. When you look back, his gaze is far away, fixed on something on the far wall. A small smile graces his uncovered lips– he's been keeping the mask off at home recently, you've noticed. There is a light in his eyes, a light that you used to think would never grace the eyes of Simon Riley.

"What? Why would we need a bigger house?" You ask with a small chuckle. He's succeeding in his distraction, you realize.

His eyes flicker down to yours, hand gripping onto your waist as you turn towards him in curiosity. Your eyelids are heavy, another wave of exhaustion coming over you.

"For the little ones." Simon responds.

He says it on a breath. He says it so plainly, so effortlessly, that tears immediately well in your eyes. He's never responded to your questions about children– usually shutting down or ignoring the topic wholly. Your lip wobbles, and he runs his thumb over the cracked skin.

"Ch-children?" You ask, a new sense of hope filling your being. A new reason to fight– to get clean. Children. A family.

"A girl, with your eyes…" Simon chuckles, "Probably with your attitude too."

You laugh at that, tears slipping down your cheeks in landing on his hand that cups your face.

"Maybe a boy. Hopefully he gets your features n' not my ugly mug." Simon huffs.

"What changed…?" You ask, wincing as a wave of nausea pulses through your body. Simon's eyes go wide for a second, and his grip tightens on you, ready in an instant to carry you back into the bathroom if you need. The pain passes and you shake your head, signaling that you're okay. Immediately, he relaxes. It's quiet for a moment as Simon traces his thumb over your paper thin skin.

"A dog, a new house, babies, anything you want. I'll give you anything you want, just get better for me, baby." Simon pleads, a hint of vulnerability tracing his words. It's one of only a few times he's begged you.

"I don't want a future without you in it. I want my wife. I want our kids terrorizing the place, I want to get old and retire the Force with you. Hell, I'd turn in my letter of resignation today if you asked, just please, fight for me, love."

The tears are falling freely now, you don't try to stop them. Guilt fills your being at the realization of everything you've put your husband through for the past few months. Through it all, he's never left your side. He's still here. Kissing closed your wounds, and promising to plant flowers in their place.

A soft kiss is pressed to your forehead before amber eyes peek down at you through blonde eyelashes. You chew on your lip, a bad habit.

Your resolve is set, and even though your body shrieks for the opposite, you'll get through this. You have to.

You have Sunday mornings to look forward to, lazily pouring Simon a cup of tea in his favorite mug. You have a house to buy, with two bedrooms instead of one. Dragging Simon through the shops and picking out all the different onesies he'll let you bring home. You have walks through the park to go on. You have to pick up takeout on Simon's late nights at work. You have to sit on his desk while you share an entree and talk to him until he forgets about the paperwork he's supposed to be doing. So many little actions to go through, little memories to make. You can't give it up. You won't.

There is so much to fight for, so much to hope for, all given to you by the man before you. Tears sting your eyes again as you finally speak up.

"I promise you, Simon. I'll fight. For us, I will."

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danwhobrowses · 2 months

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So a thing happened on Critical Role this week (campaign 3 ep 91), we're gonna talk about it - a long talk - so if you haven't been caught up and don't wanna be spoiled don't keep reading okay?

One of the disadvantages of being in a different time zone is that after fretting all morning, going to work, thinking 'it's 7am maybe it's done now' I had to sit in my office for a stressful final half hour murmuring don't do this don't fucking do this don't you dare fucking do this!

I already was worried for everyone given the cliffhanger last episode, and the 5 hour length made me further worried as players kept being knocked down by Otohan Thull - already frightening in base form but now with an even higher AC and empowered. Then Sam Riegel had to do what he does best, a devastating sacrifice where FCG blows himself up to take down Otohan - Ludinus' No. 2, harrowed for being proficient in slaughter, defeated by no assassin or warrior but a cleric saving their friends. We've been well past 'get off the moon' hours with this one, but now there is an impact on every one of the Hells to think about, which is what this will be about.

FCG Though he is dead there is still stuff to talk about with FCG's death. A common debate right now is the potential of the Reincarnate spell; while the wording of the death implies that FCG's current body is irreparable there is a chance that a 5th Level Druid Spell can fashion him a new body, one of flesh, bone and tongue. The body itself needs to be dead for less than 10 days so there is wiggle room to gain the necessary components too if the top brass of Exandria turn it into a fetch quest. There is argument on both sides though; if FCG comes back does it undermine his sacrifice? Perhaps, but there's no incentive for the Hells to not try. Reincarnation hasn't quite happened in Critical Role yet - Since Molly/Lucien/Kingsley was kinda different, he kinda had the opposite, different mind same body - so it'd be a refreshing new option and also a way to redesign FCG without having to create a whole new cleric (because they definitely need a cleric) with a whole new skillset that the Hells will need to warm towards before the final battle. But at the same time, the soul has to be willing. FCG was content with his sacrifice, and in the arms of the Changebringer would he go back? I'd like to hope so if it's an option, it'd also entertain a whole new character arc for him as a 'real boy' - plus Matt and Sam don't have to fully abide to the D100 rule of what race he turns into. Of course, I like this angle more than needing a new character, because I like happy endings and it makes narrative sense that the Hells would claw and bite to pull him from that sweet goodnight. It would also validate a reason for the Hells to align with the gods, because if divine favour comes into play and the Gods decide against helping Bell's Hells' greatest advocate for saving them then they are foolishly and callously forsaking key players to their survival, FCG reincarnating with the help of the Gods would play a big part in the Hells standing with them rather than losing faith in them, and even with friction between the Titans & Temults and the Gods from the past they would have a common enemy. Still living or dying can have varying effects on the other characters.

Ashton From the moment Ashton met FCG they wanted to make sure this little bot would be okay, that they'd learn to value their life and be able to thrive. While part of that did happen, Ashton is likely going to feel like nothing's changed since Bassuras; knocked out by Otohan and when awakened a friend is dead, another person they couldn't protect.

Before the shard, I think Ashton would very easily fly off the handle, in their anger they'd blame everything including themselves and maybe even consider leaving themselves, it probably have made them more self-destructive too. Now though I'm not so sure, nobody would hold it against them to waver a little on their promise to take care of themselves in a burst of grief, this was after all their best friend someone they looked after like a little brother, and while I can see Ashton quietly and angrily grieving I can also see Ashton double down on trying to keep their promise, making sure that FCG didn't go out like a martyr and that it won't be in vain. FCG reincarnating would assist in Ashton's character drive too, since I feel like they would detest any replacement cleric because it's not FCG, they may also be less abrasive towards the gods if they came through for them and proved that they care - at least to the Changebringer, think they'd still throw copper at the Dawnfather given the whole Angel incident.

Imogen As the nominated leader of Bell's Hells, many will probably look to Imogen Temult for action, the problem is she has her own mother issues to deal with too - and I'm not entirely sold that Liliana has fully made a turn just yet, only that she won't hand over the Hells to Ludinus. FCG's death is gonna produce a lot of guilt from Imogen though, she was detesting the fact that she had to play dead at 1HP while Otohan cut down her friends again, she will likely blame her inaction which in turn may push her to be more aggressive in combat.

At the same time, I can see her being one of the more gung ho characters to push towards the Reincarnate option, perhaps even going as far as to accost or lambast anyone regardless of alliances or rank who she feels isn't as committed. Imogen has been in the position of loss before, and knowing that FCG had a connection with FRIDA she would likely compel herself to fix it rather than have to deliver the bad news. Regardless of whether he reincarnates though I feel like Imogen may look towards some more defensive spells, and maybe through Liliana try to tap into the powers of an Exalted to try and match the power she saw from Otohan, a risky endeavour for sure but FCG took an even greater risk for them.

Orym Orym is probably the toughest of the Hells to read when it comes to FCG's death. There will of course be a deep sadness at the loss of a friend, but I would also sense a...not bitterness but discontent that this is how it went down. Otohan killed his family, he kept fighting her until he could no longer stand because that's what they would've done, and now she's dead but it doesn't make it better, he wasn't the one to do it, he didn't even see it, and the one who did is gone with her. When Bor'dor was killed, Orym coldly reminded himself that 'we're at war', but I don't think he can justify that way with FCG, the loss was greater than the catharsis.

The death also has to turn attention to his deal with Nanna Mori. Many have pointed out that there is a lot of technicalities that may prolong, void or complete the deal; it was never specified how many times the Hells could return from the moon to continue the deal, but at the same time they did technically return from the moon to Exandria safe and sound via the Secret Backdoor. Still, Mori is his best friend's grandmother, there could be leeway on that matter too and even if he does have to commit to the deal (which I call 'Fatekeeper Orym') it's never been explicitly said that Orym needs to constantly attend to Mori in the Feywild, only that he has to be her caretaker and answer her beck and call. However, FCG's death will likely provide a sobering thought that his deal with Mori was perhaps voided, unless there is one more thread he can have her pull. When it comes to seeking options to bring a friend back, I would keep a close eye on Orym - it's not the first time Liam's resolved himself to be damned before.

Fearne Fearne will likely be a linchpin if the Hells seek out Reincarnate. The spell is exclusive to Druids and if Keyleth isn't on hand to do it the task and pressure will fall to her. It'll be interesting how she reacts, I don't wanna say she'll be the most positive of it because she'll certainly be upset, but I can see her being optimistic even if it's to also convince herself, the one who is most encouraging to find a way. As a shipper I of course want her to be the one who comforts and gets through to Ashton while they grieve but if she also is key to his reincarnation that also adds to their slow-burn. Outside of that, FCG's death may also lead into learning about Mori's deal with Orym, which will probably anger her that Orym kept it from her, there is also the fact that having FCG's life in her hands may bring back bad memories of Bassuras and Whitestone. One must also especially worry about her Asmodeus calling card, the Prince of Lies does nothing for free and I still feel like Klask was planted in her path by Asmodeus' (and maybe even Athion's) titan-seeking design.

If FCG does reincarnate though, I could see her friendship with FCG being even greater than it was, since they'll both feel a greater zeal for life - it may also make her feel further distant from her Evil vision, since she will have saved half her friends rather than risked killing them. If not though, Fearne may have to play mediator for the new cleric and may also be pushed towards freeing up more slots for healing to provide more support for the Hells in future battles.

Chetney It's gonna be an interesting one for Chetney too, from one perspective you could see him thinking that FCG traded their life for his; he died, he made peace with that, but then the one who revived him died. Chetney's more personal mindset has often been cloaked in secrecy, perhaps as one of the least open of the Hells despite many claiming him as the Heart of the group, so I wonder if Chetney may harbour some Survivor's Guilt for what happened.

I can see Chetney being the one to keep his emotions close to his chest, even if FCG were to reincarnate he would perhaps try to shrug off that he always knew it'd happen anyway. That being said someone who remains stoic and unwavering may prove a positive or a negative to the group, depending on the person or their interpretation of it. If a new cleric comes along though I could see him being additionally protective of them, having been the new guy before.

Laudna We should all be worried for Laudna right now. The recent 4SD already revealed that Laudna's 'close to the brink' and I'm pretty sure this is the brink. The aftermath of the Otohan fight will likely push each of the Hells to get stronger, since had they hit harder or been able to take stronger blows it wouldn't have come to this, but that will mean bad things when it comes to Laudna, as she may seek to gain power the only way she thinks she can - through Delilah. After all her last two levels went to Sorcery and did little in the fight, whereas her Warlock class Eldritch Blasts hurt Otohan fairly decently, such a thing can linger in the mind for Delilah to manipulate.

It'll be telling if they do try to Reincarnate him whether the damage will have been done already to Laudna, and that the joy of bringing him back turns to tragedy of Laudna losing herself further, as it often does it will fall to how she leans on Imogen, and how open about it she'll be to her. If FCG is lost however, we may have to keep a very close eye on Laudna being next.

Bell's Hells As I mentioned with Laudna, FCG's death will have made something apparent and clear; despite everything Bell's Hells need to get stronger. Even at Lv13, even with Exalted powers, Fey bargains and Titan shards they still just barely escaped a TPK, and granted they were weakened and worn out but no fight is guaranteed to ever be fought at 100%. Otohan may've been the toughest General of the Vanguard but the other Generals - the Weavemind, Zathuda and the Dominon of Cruft Commander - are still not ones to take lightly, Ludinus is still not one to take lightly, and if Liliana is going to be used by him to become a vessel for Predathos, that cannot be taken lightly. Bell's Hells may need to look towards enhancing their stats as well as their equipment, the harness is still a factor too which can boost them all with enough enchanted items at their disposal. An interesting one would be if Otohan's backpack ends up in one of the Hells' hands; many beforehand have talked about Orym being an Echo Knight but I would personally like to see Ashton take it, since it is powered by the Potion of Possibility like their own Dunamancy powers, it's possible (eheh) that they may align in some manner and could you imagine Ashton + 3 Echoes all raging to get All 4 Dunamancies? Otohan's swords may also provide unique properties for Chetney and/or Orym to use. Reincarnation or not I feel like that may be the Hells' next plan once it's discussed whether to attempt Reincarnation and they're off of Ruidus, gathering allies will likely also be something to prepare for for the final battle given how Otohan stated that they have 'enough Ruidusborns' for their plan. As a group it is difficult to tell if this will strengthen or weaken them, it could strengthen them in a 'never again' way like the Nein, but they were also very enthusiastic about bringing Molly back - it drove them through several arcs - FCG however often was the Hells' beacon of hope and the self-imposed attempted therapist, without that the Hells will either have to put it upon themselves to go the extra lengths or they'll close further in on themselves. If FCG does reincarnate I feel like it would definitely strengthen them mentally but if not I am not so sure.

It shouldn't come to a surprise that I will hold onto the Reincarnate potential so that the Hells can get back their friend, but rest assured I'm worried for all of them right now, there are crossroads ahead.

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is-lu-for-everyone · 1 year

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TMNT 2012 AU that i have trapped in my head and i need to get OUT✨️

Time travel and apocalyptic future where the kraang is living it's best life

Leo, Raph and Donnie played with things they Shouldn't Have and ended lost in a mess of a New York, years in the future and things look Bad

Mikey stayed behind, very much scared and lost, like, they were just THERE and now they AREN'T

Years into the future, the turtles go to their home just to find it abandoned and destroyed and without Master Splinter or Mikey or ICK or anyone on sight

Begins a race to catch up with old friends and enemies, find out all the things that happened in the last years, and defeat the kraang once and for all.

Donnie is flabbergasted by the fact that April and Casey have a daughter

A DAUGHTER

Mikey, April and Casey are living their best lives being rebel leaders and parents of a little menace with powers (someone PLEASE help them)

Raph has someone that FINALLY matches his anger issues (he is not amused by this, he hates it actually)

The Trio has a List Of Incidents that had happened in the last years

Leo is Not Amused

Little Jones is Raph's Fan Number 1, he tries to doesn't hide how proud he is of that

'Yeah little Jones, i'm THAT awesome' 'that didn't happen, Raph' 'shut it, Don, we cool people are talking'

Donnie, Leo and Raph Do Not Like being treated like kids so suddenly, they are NINJAS, MIKEY, NINJAS

Nobody is treating these three teenagers like adults and they HATE IT

Mikey puts them in time out at one point. Leo had a crisis, Raph was so angry that he couldn't even speak and Donnie was in mourning. He had ONE little brother but not anymore. Now HE is the little brother. He didn't appreciated the privileges of being a Big Brother enough

They Don't Like the fact that Mikey is now older and they try to be Cool with it

(The pain goes away when Mikey gives him kraang tech later, he actually like being spoiled like this, a little)

They are not coping well, that's their LITTLE BROTHER, YOUR HONOUR.

He has no bussiness being a LEADER or a FATHER

Mikey is protective with his siblings

they look very small, OK? (Yes, Casey, we will ignore the fact that Donnie is still taller than Mikey, Don is barely taller)

April is deranged, kraang mutations kicking strong with her

She likes to scare the shit out of Casey with them

Karai comes and goes being the Queen that she is, best Big Sister and Leader of what there is left of the Foot Clan

Casey is CONVINCED that she and April are hanging out on a regular basis without them, he does not like that. Karai ALWAYS has the best missions and NEVER takes Casey with her

Spike nearly broke all of Raph's bones with a hug

Softie denies it but he loved it

Michelangelo 'morals? What morals?' Hamato

The Trio gives zero fuck right now

Leo is horrified by this

They just try to make it work

ANGST

Mikey is big brothering like a PRO in the outside but truly he is panicking in the inside, my man is about to lose it.

The Trio + Their Little Menace

(Not pictured, but just as Mikey has one of Leo's swords, April has Donnie's Bo and Casey has one of Raph's sais, it was a battle of custody)

Little Jones wants to learn to do The Thing With The Disgunting Pink Things but April doesn't tell her how. UNFAIR.

Why Mikey has hair? He and Casey fucked around with mutagen for shit and giggles and found out. Terryfing at the time, hilarious now (that's what they say)

Too much thoughts in my mind

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 au #tmnt 2012 april #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 michelangelo #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 april o'neil

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s0ul-j0k3r · 2 years

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Hi can u pls do one where Carl and the reader first meet up at Alexandria and Carl doesn't like him but starts to warm up to him after seeing how the reader is very outgoing and fun guy pls🙏 ( u don't have to make it like this u can make it in any type of way u want and can the reader be a top🙏)

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I love this so much 😭 I'll repeat what I did:

Internally silently scream, mental breakdown. Practically repeat, so you get the idea.🙇

Besides that, I'll start the actual thing.

'𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙇' 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙐𝙋' (HAS AN ENDING, WILL MAYBE EDITED SOON)

𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙇 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙓 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

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𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂(𝙎): Reader can cook cause why not, I thought it would be cute 😒. (Sorta) Enemy to lover thing. Foul language. Possible bad grammar Stuff like that so be warned. When 'parent' comes up, it basically means parent of choice so you can use your father or mother for this case. Mentions of death will be in this story, nothing to sensitive. (SEASON 2 AND 8 CARL WILL BE USED, HE DID NOT DIE IN MY WORLD! ✊🧍) (IT WILL BE M/N INSTEAD OF Y/N WITH USAGE OF HE / HIM)

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𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏

You both grew up together as good friends but parted as soon you started to take care for yourself.

Rick and your parent thought you both would never separate from the way you both treated eachother.

(Flash back time 😘) (SEASON 2)

The day he was shot worried you to the bone. Your face drained white and you saw him laying down on the bed, the others keeping their best to keep him alive while Rick was almost to the point of crying.

A few days past, huddled up to your parent. You both were out, Rick stayed with Carl.

"Is M/N alright?" Carl looked at his father worryingly.

His father took a deep sigh, "He's alright." He held his sons hand, reassuring what he said. It was a dangerous world, were you really okay?

The day got to him that he got better, he was more then relieved that you were okay.

"Carl!" You jumped, running at him with a fast pace, smiling and almost crying.

"M/N!" You both ran into eachother, which felt like it lasted forever.

You didn't want to leave him or this moment.

(Days pass because idk honestly.)

The days were long with fun, the sound of you two giggling. You, and Carl.

"M/N!" Your parent called out.

Your heart dropped.

You knew what was going to happen.

You didn't want it to happen.

Not without Carl.

It was the day you left.

Carl let out a simple "Awww." not wanting the fun to end. You just stood there, in defeat.

"Come on M/N, we have to.'

You never understood why.

Your things were packed, Carl got the hang on what's going on. There was a stuffed animal of your (Fav animal). You looked at it and hugged it one last time.

"Here." You still out your hand with the stuffed animal.

He looked at you, noticing the details he could never forget. Your (Eye color), (Hair color), and your (accessory of choice).

He took the stuffed animal and hugged it, soon pulling you into a tight hug. Sobs leaving both out your mouths.

You waved at everyone goodbye, and took your parents' hand while walking off.

"I don't want to go, I don't wanna lose Carl." You said looking down.

"It's not the last time we will see them, we'll visit again." Your parent hoped.

(Back on track, meaning Season 8)

"Alexandria." Your mind read.

The huge walls seemed to be covering something, you tapped your fist on the entrance of the sketchy place.

They slowly opened up, not gonna lie you thought it was quite creepy.

"M/N?" A man spoke out.

You couldn't tell who it was. It seemed slightly familiar.

You focused on the looks for a minute.

"Rick?" Your eyes opened.

"What are you doing here? Where's (Parent name)? Are they alright."

You gripped your hands into fists while slightly looking down, flinching at your parents name.

"Oh." He looked in defeat.

"Come on in, it dangerous out here."

You walked through the gate, revealing barely any familiar faces. It was a small little town. Enough for these people I guess.

"Carl would be happy to see you." He said walking off.

You tilted your head. "Carl?" You couldn't remember the name. Which made you somewhat worry.

You didn't know where to go, so you walked over to this house looking place and welcomed yourself in. No one was in there anyways.

People have you weird stares. The people that you remembered were most likely gone by now. So it was a weird feeling be stared at by the people you do not know or barely remember.

You sat down in a chair. Trying to claim what happened.

(Lil' flashback time)

"Go M/N!" It was the scream of your parent, you ran as fast as you could. Dodging any walkers.

The screams of pain made by your parent only made you run faster.

Your mind was so foggy since then.

You couldn't remember anything besides the regret and the screams of your parent.

(Back on track)

You heard thudding upstairs, taking out your gun for safety. You had trust issues since then. Yeah sure, you were outgoing. But you also had to keep on track.

Walking down a hallway, you cracked open the door to peek. Before opening it all the way pointing out your gun and whatever or whoever was there.

The male towards you stook his hands up with a shocked expression.

"Who the hell are you?" You pointed out, examining the room.

There's a thing you remembered. The stuffed animal you gave up as a child.

You don't remember who got it, but you certainly don't remember him.

He didn't look like a threat. You lowered the gun, putting it away and walking off.

He last sight of him was just him standing there all confused like 'What the fuck just happened.'

You walked out if the house, going towards who knows what. Something to get away from the place. There was a step, that your eyes caught.

You sat down.

He looked familiar. The brown hair, and the hat he never gave up.

"Is that the Carl guy?" You thought once again.

Repeating the name 'Carl' in your head over and over again trying to figure out who it was.

(Carl's POV:)

That guy was weird. Pointing up a gun at me like it was nothing.

I sighed and plopped down on the bed that was near. I took a glance of the stuffed animal next to me. He thought back of the guy who pointed the gun at me.

"It can't be."

"It's probably not, he was a child. He possibly can't make it out there with a single adult." I thought. "M/N."

I looked at him from the window as I sat up, comparing the child to him.

"Holy shit.." my eyes widened.

(Your POV:)

I can't just assume everyone is a threat.

You noticed a little rabbit ahead out you, standing on it's hind legs looking at you.

You smiled, sticking out your hand. It leaped towards you sniffing your hand, expecting food but nothing was there.

Still trusting you, it sat down. It was a beautiful white color, it was dirty the the dirt but oh well. Petting the small animal in front of you.

(Back to Carl's POV:)

"The smile is familiar." I thought. It must be him.

I walked out of the house, slightly walking fast to where he was.

(Your POV:)

The bunny got spooked and ran from a shadow approaching you quickly.

The man came across you, you looked up. Viewing details of him, it was the same guy you almost shot.

"M/N." He spoke.

"How the hell do you know my name?" You looked sternly, pretty scary for a funny guy.

"You're M/N L/N, son of (Parent name) right?"

"I said, how did you know my name."

"You don't remember your own childhood friend?"

"No, now who are you?"

"Carl, Carl Grimes. You gave me that stuffed animal of (fav animal) when you left."

"Your Carl?" You looked at him, realising his appearance of the brown hair, and blue eye.

It was visible that he didn't know how to act, so he came up with anger and stormed back to the house.

You finally knew, you were staring to remember once again.

(Time skip for my lazy ass)

Carl avoided you often, you never had anyone to hang with so you chose animals. You would cook your own meals, reload / sharpen your own weapons.

You went out hunting a couple of times, got used to the people around you, there was quite a few kids around here. (Idk who they are either, just make up random kids.) running around and laughing.

You played with them rarely since you were still new.

"You didn't tell me why." Carl finally approached you, as you played with children.

The children chattered off while you looked at Carl for a minute, clueless.

"Why you left, now fucking tell me."

He was visibly upset. "I don't know." Was all that came out of your mouth.

"I don't know why the hell I left, it was my parents idea." You didn't look as stern as before. It was a more of a 'calm' look.

He looked at you once before walking off again.

It became a normal thing, quick talk then walk off. Usually asking where something is.

You began to feel lonely, about no one to socialize too. Sure you've been like that for years. That only made it worse.

You decided to confront him without him walking off like he always does.

(Time skip for yet again, my lazy ass.)

"Why the hell do you keep walking away from me?" You asked.

"It's not important, never will be. None of the conversations are anyways."

"Tell me what's wrong." You looked at him, not joking around. You wanted an answer.

He took a deep breath before looking at you, "It's the fact you didn't recognize me, your own childhood bestfriend. I've been missing you for years, years M/N!" He shouted a bit. Silence fell in between you two.

"How about we make up for it?"

He looked up at you, "what?"

"Make up for it, we can practice our aiming while chatting. Maybe tomorrow?" You said smiling.

Your smile was his weakness, it was always so sweet. "Fine."

He said, but this time you walked off and not him.

(You called it, time skip)

"I'm here." He looked at you. "Great" you smiled a bit.

Taking out your gun.

(after a bit of practice cause I'm not describing shit today, it was stressful.)

After a bit of talking about his eye, any things you wanna you gathered from the journey until Alexandria.

"We should do this more often, it wasn't bad at all." The only thing he could do was look at you before nodding, and yet again walking off.

"He needs to quit that damn habit" You thought.

(Carl's POV:)

"Fucking shit, oh god." I thought aggressively while walking off at a fast pace.

I was a blushing mess, the way he looked so hot while shooting random stuff.

"There's no way I can like men, it's not possible right?"

(It is fucking possible welcome to gayness)

(-note from Soul)

I was playing around with my food until M/N showed up. I glanced away from him, making my hat cover my face. A quick "Hey." came out of him, I said nothing.

I was alone, and he sat across from me, eating whatever he had. It smelt better then what I had at least. Like something I haven't had in a long time but I never mentioned it.

(I might edit this later but after a couple of date like things please don't come after me I'm tired as fuck 🙇)

It was like I warmed up to him or something,

(hold the fuck on before I continue, something yellow came across me fucking FAST for a split second and my lights flickered. What the fuck 😧)

He laughed and smiled more often, and so did I. It couldn't possibly be because of feelings? Could it? Can't be.

My thoughts and feelings were to gathered up.

I wanted to throw up, but not in a bad way.

I felt and acted different around him. It was comforting around him apart from the hell- hole of an earth this is.

The way he smiled brought back so many memories, so many feelings, and bright sides.

I understood why he never recognized me at first.

It's the differences we both made.

"Carl?" "Carl!" A voice spoke out, clearly wanting my attention.

"Hm?" I looked up to see the one and only M/N.

"You're zoning out again, lasted longer then usual. You alright?" He spoke out it a little bit of concern.

"Just a ramble. Nothing to serious."

"What's it about?"

"Nothing you'd understand."

"Amuse me."

"I'm not telling."

"Why not?" The male said in defeat.

"I said you'd probably not understand."

"You said probably, maybe I will? Come on, please?"

"It's the same old him." I thought.

"It's memories-"

"About what?"

"Let me finish my sentence and maybe I'll say."

He just looked in boredom, wanting me to just blurt it out.

"Memories about the younger us, when we did all sorts of things. Remember when we first learned how to use guns?"

"Barely, but it's enough." He focused on his memory. He explained how his mind got blurry and couldn't remember much since his parent during the hang out a couple days back.

"Do you ever think your eye will come back?" He pointed towards my missing eye.

"Still dumb as usual." I yet again thought to myself.

"Probably not."

M/N was on a random ramble again about things he randomly thought, I pretended to listen. I wasn't really though. It's usually about dumb shit, or even things that are not even possible. I'm just glad he trusts me to speak about these things. Or even talks to me at all.

I snapped back out of my thought.

"Still on that stupid ramble." My mind spoke once again.

After a while he finally quit with a "I'm hungry." and left the room. I followed along and sat down at the kitchen table, just to give him company while he cooks.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"Could snack on something."

There was a whole bunch of ingredients on the counter, while he worked, measured, poured, all that stuff while I went on my ramble about him again.

"A bit of that.."

I hear him ramble on, not sure what he meant. But he placed a tray in the oven which looked like cookies or something. Pretty sure it was based on the sugary smell of chocolate.

"Smells good, what is it?"

"Chocolate chip cookies, it was my parent's recipe."

Minutes pass by, until a loud "Ding!" Passed through our conversation.

He sat up, talking out the tray. The fresh smell of cookies made my mouth water, I always loved sugary stuff. Especially when fresh.

He sat down once again, guessing to let the cookies heat settle down.

A chat came between us, as usual to cover the silence.

Sitting up once again, the cookies were put onto clean plates. Walking over, he placed a plate down infront of me.

Him sitting down and eating, I take one off the plate and taste it. A sense of satisfaction and sugar came across my mouth. Probably the best cookies I've tasted.

"Is it good?" He questioned.

I nodded, stuffing my mouth with cookies.

He chuckled while giving off that sweet smile of his.

-QUICK BONUS

My father came bursting into the house, making us both jump. Storming by he grabs a cookie off the tray and shoves it into his mouth with aggression before angrily stomping upstairs. Making us both giggle about his reaction.

(Back to story)

"What's up with him?" He laughs out

"Probably someone isn't co-operating with him" I laugh off.

"Still has the same short temper." We both laughed at that one.

As soon the plates were empty with only crumbs left on them. He takes the plates making his way to the sink.

"A lil' touch up."

I heard him say as he stops beside me, making me look at him in confusion.

And there it was.

A pair of lips on mine, his lips were soft. But I couldn't control myself but kiss back.

He pulled back and giggled, taking off my hat and putting it on top of his head, soon ruffling my hair.

I swear I was beet red.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes fluff #male reader #the walking dead

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anneapocalypse · 2 years

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I would be absolutely delighted to hear your thoughts on loghain as a companion <3 very cool to see you back on dragon age!!

(I'm so late getting to this I'm sorry. ❤️)

Not gonna lie, conscripting Loghain to the Grey Wardens, having him do the Dark Ritual, and then leaving him in the Fade ten years later is my favorite world state for Loghain. (It is always sad to lose Alistair, but as I am a multi-worldstate chronic replayer, I get to be BFFs with Alistair in other world states. ❤️)

I like Loghain killing the archdemon as well (I've written fic with that worldstate). But there's something so satisfying to me about saying no, you will not die a martyr or a hero during the Blight, you will serve the Wardens for the next decade in the mundane daily grind of the order in peacetime. And then after serving faithfully for ten years, his redemption arc culminates in a sacrifice that he chooses. I like it a lot.

I don't idealize Loghain or anything; he does a lot of things wrong, ranging from the understandable to the unforgivable. I think he's an interesting and compelling character and after reading The Stolen Throne, I have a lot more understanding for what he did at Ostagar. I realize that it couldn't have been an easy choice to let his best friend's son die, and that after several decades of saving dumbass Thierins (affectionate and derogatory) from themselves, maybe that really seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

After that, I think he really gives in to his paranoia and his decisions start to become a lot less defensible (letting slavers operate in the alienage being, I think, the worst). One of my favorite optional moments in Origins is when you can talk Ser Cauthrien down outside the Landsmeet with a very high Coercion, and she lets you by saying, "Stop him, Warden. Stop him from betraying everything he once loved." This is a man she respects more than anything, to whom she feels she owes everything, and even she can be made to admit that he's gone off the rails.

Yet after he loses the duel, even Loghain accepts his defeat. If sentenced to join the Wardens (and I do tend to approach it as a sentence, not an act of mercy, though there are different ways to interpret it), he approaches it as his duty, and serves his sentence without complain. He can even come to respect the Warden who defeated him, once he actually has to work with them instead of making up stories in his own head about how they're enemies of Ferelden. I think that being forced to actually face the enemy he should have been fighting this whole time, the Blight, has an affect on him too.

Conscripting him also gives you the opportunity to take him with you for the Return to Ostagar DLC, which I highly recommend (and you should take Wynne along, too, so she can give him a good grandmotherly scolding). He also has some hilarious banter with Zevran if you put them in the party together at any point.

I love a villain who thinks they're the hero, and Loghain is my second-favorite villain in Dragon Age. (One guess who the first one is.)

#loghain mac tir #dragon age meta #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #here lies the abyss #blunders of thedas #jaeldub #ask anne

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seraphfighter · 1 year

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🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 for valerie and ember <3

Ah yes, my two asshole ocs I love to gush about <3

Valerie:

Her natural hair color is a dusty brown. She started dying her hair as a teenager and never stopped so many people haven't seen her without it dyed. It's not until 2079 or so, after the Relic, that she grows her hair out and lets it fade to her natural color.

Valerie's never really traveled outside of Night City except for her stint in Atlanta. She gets her treatment for the Relic in Arizona, but she doesn't count that. She's always wanted to travel more to just get out of Night City but never could. (Her and Johnny go on a road trip at some point to remedy that 🥺).

One of her biggest pet peeves is when people waste food. Growing up on the streets without a steady food supply taught her never to waste a single bite. It fades some as she begins to have a more stable life, but it will always bother her to some extent.

People wouldn't suspect it by looking at her but she's actually quite artistic. She's dabbled in drawing but her main hobby is photography. She has an old Polaroid her sister gave her that she uses to take pictures of friends and family. Johnny had to learn to put up with getting his picture taken.

She's the definition of touch-starved. Her trauma made physical affection and intimacy difficult for her, so she never allowed anyone close enough to experience those things. But through her connection/relationship with Johnny (who is also touch-starved) she's able to open herself back up to physicality; because he's already seen all of her through the Relic, so what's touch in the grand scheme of things?

Ember:

There's no nice way to say it--Ember's a bitch, and she knows it. After her father died, she took it upon herself to protect Bethany, Carver, and her mother, which meant closing herself off so emotions couldn't get in the way. Once you break her walls down, it's easier to see that she deeply cares for her loved ones.

In my canon, she's the one who stays behind in the Fade during DA:I. But she does escape (by some way I haven't settled on yet). She has to take a long time at Skyhold to recover, but she never tells anyone that she's alive, for one reason--she used blood magic to survive and is deeply ashamed. How could she look Fenris in the eye knowing that? But Varric, tired of her shit, sends letters out to everyone he wrote to prior. It leads to some very angsty reunions, especially with Fenris (which is something I need to write).

She names her and Anders' son Malcolm, after her father. She never reaches out to Anders to tell him about their son. She lost track of his whereabouts after Kirkwall and doesn't care to find out. For in her eyes, Malcolm is safer away from his father.

Ember loves to read. It's actually how she and Fenris first start to bond. They're both antagonistic people, and she's a mage, so they got off to a rocky start. She offered to teach him to read one day after she sees him struggling, and it took off from there.

She's terrified of losing Carver, Malcolm, and Fenris because of her mistakes. She blames herself for Bethany and Leandra's deaths, because why couldn't she protect them? And in her eyes, she's always inadvertently putting them in danger. And she can't even kill her enemies--she didn't kill Corypheus, didn't kill Meredith, so what if she can't defeat the next enemy and her family gets harmed? She'd never forgive herself.

#they're both a MESS and I love them #this got way longer than i meant for it to 🫠#asks #ch: valerie ramirez #ch: ember hawke

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thelandswemadeofpaper · 2 years

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"You dont have to do this. There is another way. Just give me a chance to try."

"Kill me? You can't."

"How you still sane?"

"I am sorry, but I cannot lose you."

"She save me. I own her as much. The first time someone did something to me without gaining nothing in turn."

"Love had nothing to do with that."

"Kill me if that is what you desire."

"There is enough blood spilled today."

"Are you going to try to kill me, old friend? Again?"

"He will fail."

"I already knew."

"I should have died in his place."

"Its my fault she died. I got us in this situation in first place."

"They killed my beloved. And, for that, your kingdom will burn."

"I lied."

"He went to far."

"He was never the same after the captivity."

"Then bring me his heart."

"See, little one? I am not your enemy."

"You ignored the cries of grief and refuse to help those who needed it the most."

"This place...has Rules that cannot be broken."

"That foolish and odd thing you call love."

"Many still call you an Usurper, you know."

"Control your subordinade, or I will put a muzzle on that dog."

"Remember me now, old friend? We were never strangers. Your memory is the price for my foolishness."

"I am aware of my actions and ready to suffer its consequences."

“I used to have wings. A long time ago I called all the birds kin.”

"You choose your own path."

"Your serve a cruel king, my friend. A pity you are such an loyal dog."

"We cannot be friends, my family are an butch of power hungry dogs, considering your ranking, they will use even me against you."

"Take me instead."

"And they once called me mad."

"Do not involve her into this."

"You don't trust me?"

"He's going mad."

"I did this?"

"I will have to kill you at some point, you know."

"Love is what killed my sister."

"She did this to protect her child. I can hardly blame her."

"You are just an replacement. They will do to you the same what they did to me."

"You were send to kill me the first time we meet and now here you are, my beloved, rulling at my side."

"He called me cruel so many times, told everyone that I would turn on them and bring destruction in my wake. After it all I don't understand why he was so surprised when I started to belive on it too."

"I remember that night, with only the moon as witness, I nearly died at the hands of the man I once called an brother."

"I betrayed you because I want to help."

"Your mother is an traitor. You should be grateful you are even alive."

"I am not going to fight you, you saved my life do many times, my dear friend, its only fair for you to take it."

"Its was all a joke for you? Our friendship? Do you even thought it would end different? You were using me all this time!"

"I never killed her. Its was you all this time!"

"I wont let more of my people die on your mad quest!"

"I am your prisioner then?"

"It isn't such an lovely irony? To fall in love with the spawn of my greatest enemy?"

"Your mother defeated me once and toke something that belonged to me. Its only fair for me to do the same."

"I will go with you. Let them go and we will be together forever."

"An coward. Thats what I am, I was tired of my siblings fighting against each other, I didn't wanted...I couldn't take a side. So I ran and hide."

"If the King found out who you were, he would kill you."

"I thought you were dead this whole time. They hid you from me. You don't even know who I am, don't you?"

"Her own people did this to her!"

"You existence is a threat to us. She tried to hide you, to protect you from us, that foolish girl. You are an abomination and, for that, you will die."

"I was created for this, an artificial immortal being with the purpose of keeping you in check, my personality and abilities all to match yours. You were too powerful, too volatile and after your lover's death and the Kingdom's massacre...the others believed that giving the Shadow god an true friend would be the best."

“I never want this. I did not have a choice! My family were planning this from the beginning, to betray the only friend I ever had.”

“He killed my people’s rightful ruler and call himself our lord. I was raised to serve the noble family since birth and now I am forced to serve another liege as my lady spend her days locked as an hostage somewhere. I should hate him, but somehow I can’t.”

“You keep your word. For that, you will live.”

“The moment that odd fellow showed up in the realm, I knew they were trouble. I warned His Grace, but he did not listen.”

“Your people betrayed you and left you behind, they didn’t even botter trying to rescue you. Yet, you insist in remaining loyal to them.”

“They expect me to kill the person I love the most. Tyrant or not, he’s my friend.”

“We may be cousins, but we are very different. She seeks revenge for our dynasty and the return of what she thinks is rightful hers, I just want it all to stop.”

“You have been here before. You just don’t remember.”

“Remember the first time we meet? You asked me to kill you.”

“She disobeyed the Laws. If they were to found out, she would be stricken down.”

“You used those people’s trust and mocks them.”

“I did this for you! For us!”

“Given time and you still become corrupted like those beasts you slay.”

“He’s one of them.”

“I was never in control of my life. A mere pawn, a weapon. And yet, steel does not weep.”

“You are my creation, never truly an real person.”

“Do tell me: which one of us you serve?”

“You saved me once, a long time ago. You may not remember me, I never forgot you. I am simply repaying the favour.”

“They are my creation. My responsability.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“This is my answer. I hope I was clear enough.”

“We are should have been enemies, you know.”

“I don’t mind if you hate me. At least you will be alive to do it.”

“I killed for you! I betrayed my people and family for you! Yet you do this to me!”

“You tried to kill. Yet, I can’t bring myself to blame you.”

“You hurt me first.”

“I just wanted to be free. Why is everyone so against it? Leave me in peace!”

“He attacked me, therefore I decide if I press charges or not. He won’t be punished.”

“After everything you did…you want me to forgive you? To help you? To forget and pretend nothing happened? Are you mad?”

“Friends don’t come with shackles. I am sorry. You are not worth my ruination.”

“We are a dying family, those things are in better hands with you. They are useless for someone not of blood.”

“My subordinade disobeyed a direct order. I wished for peace between us, but he let his vengeful thoughts overcome common sense.”

“His lordship’s a fool. His refusal of helping them after everything they did to us will not be without reprisal. So I had to take action.”

“Don’t try to pretend you care. You’re just doing this because you are afraid of going back to your little cage. To pay for your crimes. Isn’t it?”

“You can’t have both.”

“I loved him and I still do.”

“You can’t make him fight the duel! He’s not ready! They are going to die!”

“You said she’d be safe!”

“I’d not kill that thing while wearing my brother’s face.”

“You know him?” “His predecessor.”

“I won’t allow this to happen. Not again.”

“You…are like me.”

"You are one of us. No matter how much you try to deny it."

“You couldn’t kill me when I was a child, not like you did to my family, instead you toke me in. I wonder with you can kill me now.”

“Of course I killed him. We are at war. What do you wanted me to do?”

“Its not longer safe here. We need to leave. Now.”

“You erased my mind everytime I strayed away from the path you wanted. So many times and yet you never got rid of my rebellious spirit.”

“You aren’t worth her forgiveness. But I shall her grant request.”

“I was trying to heal you! To make you better.”

“She’s no longer yours to torment.”

“Stop! Let me explain!” “Your monster! Let me go!”

“You disobeyed my orders…I am proud of you.”

“You vouch for this man? After everything he did to you? Who can we trust he’s truly no longer with them?”

“She isn’t mad! Never was! My mother was just trying to protect me! From you!”

She closed her eyes. “Its only fair.”

“Why do you hate her more than you love me?”

“You are not a monster. Trust me, I know plently of them. You are just a boy. You shouldn’t have to pay for something that is out of your control.”

“I didn’t wanted you to see me like this.”

“We never loved each other in first place.”

“I did what I had to do. Your training is over. You are free to go.”

“I choose to stay.”

“I am merely searching for people like me.” His voice echoed on the now nearly empty room as turns to his prisioner. “Like us.”

“Your people must stay away from mine. You know why. You remember what happened last time someone disobeyed those rules.”

“N-no. I can’t…I can’t do this! I am not doing this! I have never disobeyed your orders! Yet when you tell me to kill a innocent. I..I won’t.”

“My life is yours to do what you desiree.”

“Mother always loved you more than me, her own child.”

“That why you hated me so much? Because I am a proof of unfaithfulness?

"I took this burden and all its darkness so it doesn’t befall for you, my dear child. I never stop loving you.”

“The time works far different here. You were sleeping this whole time. For you, we saw each other yesterday. I came to this world first and time passed since when. I changed, my friend.”

"Kill you? Why would I do that? Your father may have been my greastest enemy for, but your mother was still my daughter."

"Yet you abandoned them. A mother disgusted enough by her own children to leave forever."

"If you hate humans so much, why did you fucked one in first place?"

"We were raised together. Regardless of what he became now, of what happened for him to do this, he always will be my brother."

"You abandoned her because she did not gave you the powerful heir you desired. Just...me."

"Did my brother dragged you into this? My own child...is my greastest enemy?"

"I am not letting a family member follow this path, not again."

"All of this was done in my name."

"Her blood? He's your blood too!"

"Kill you, boy? You misunderstood my goals, I was searching my sucessor."

"Its was no coincidence, [name] planned everything since the beginning, to seduce and ruin the life of her mother's ex-lover and murderer."

"You will be the last."

"You know you are wrong. Yet you dare demand such cruel punishment? Over an insult?"

"Such a irony, the child our dear father abandoned so many years ago now have his attention. Don't you recognize me, brother? Do you know me even? Out dad didn't even told you about it, hn?"

"Just because he saved you, that does not make him a good person."

"I drove you away not because I hated you, I did it because I wanted you to run."

"Did you ever loved me truly? Or it was all a lie? Just for a bet?"

"You did this to me! I nearly died on that fire and now I am incomplete!"

"They told me you are a monster."

"Your parents were honorable warriors in life, they won't have wanted this path for you."

'If you hurt her, you hurt me.'

#phrases #prompts #prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #dialogue #writing ideas

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heiseidominantation · 1 year

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Heisei Dominantation 02 Final Chapter "Heisei Dominantation"

"Rei... You really are such a great guy, you know… I've always respected you even though you're my younger brother."

When Rei closed his eyes, after he had died, Mikage kissed his ring. Then she sprang to her feet and pointed her index finger at KIKI.

"You're not an invincible God. Now that you've been given 〔fluctuations〕, you're just a mechanical doll that's been worked on. Which means our magic will work. We'll destroy you with the strongest magic!"

"Ugh…"

KIKI took a step back, sweating profusely. It was KIKI themself who was shocked by it.

"How foolish! That I, God, find myself backed into a corner like this. That is impossible. That cannot happen!"

"As Mikage said, you're longer a God!"

Haku stood shoulder to shoulder with Mikage, confronting KIKI. Her whole body was boiling with anger and sadness, but she was calm only in her head.

Haku reflected on the battles she had fought so far and reacknowledged what she had to do.

I formed the Heisei Snipers to restore a peaceful world. But what we were looking for wasn't the 〔Peaceful World〕 that KIKI is trying to create.

A white world without emotion means nothing. I want to cry, laugh, and enjoy life with my friends. I want to see a world full of colorful colors filled with various "fluctuations". That's why we need to defeat KIKI and destroy their 〔Peaceful World〕.

Haku exhaled one breath and pointed her gun at KIKI. Mikage, on the other hand, aimed with simple and clear thinking unlike Haku.

Rei's enemy. My comrades' enemy.

If KIKI was the mastermind behind our battles, I'll just knock them down mercilessly.

"Do you intend to go against me?"

Without answering, Haku and Mikage pulled the trigger at the same time. The soulful magic bullets hit KIKI's sides and flew out of the left and right scapula in an oblique orbit. The red lotus flame and the fierce jet black wind covered the former God.

"AAAAAAAAH—!"

"Did we get them!?"

"Not yet. This isn't enough!"

Mikage injected more of her magical powers. She was going to put an end to them.

"...You fools!"

KIKI was still alive when the blast cleared. However, every time they faltered, the mechanical parts spilled out of their wound. At the same time, the space began to blink and gradually lose its light from beyond the horizon.

"There is no future in a world without God. If you defeat me, the builders of the world will be absent. The 〔Surface World〕and the 〔Reverse World〕will disappear, and this 〔Peaceful World〕will also disappear. Then everything will truly turn into 〔nothing〕. Knowing that, can you still shoot me!?"

"I can still shoot!"

"What!?"

When Haku answered immediately, KIKI lost their color.

"We don't want to live in a world created by someone like you. I will shoot you according to my own justice!"

"I agree with you. I think it would be better to be clean and honest with myself than to live in such a shitty world. Rei's wish was to live freely. And I will definitely make that wish come true. That's why I came all the way here!"

Mikage realized that now was the time to repay the life saved by Rei when she was young.

"It's a wish that won't come true in a world under your control where we're deprived of our emotions and aren't allowed to live freely!"

"That's right!"

Haku shouted, carrying the will of her fellow Heisei Snipers and holding up her gun.

"I do not understand… Do you intend to erase one world from space?"

A new emotion, "confusion", appeared on KIKI's face.

"Even if the world disappears, it'll be born again!"

"What!?"

"Without you, a new world will still be born again, just as life will still be spun. For some reason, I feel like I can believe in that!"

"It is nothing more than a delusion. You are dangerous, Haku, Mikage. As I thought, man must be under my control!"

"We don't accept your rule!"

"Then, DIEEE!"

KIKI raised their arms wide. In their hand appeared a huge discharge of beads.

"Is that magic!?"

Haku couldn't believe her eyes, but she immediately understood the reason. KIKI learned to use their "fluctuations" to handle magic.

"We can't avoid it from this distance, Haku!"

"I know!"

When she nodded back to Mikage, Haku fired a pistol. Two bullets and KIKI's White Light were released at the same time.

"Ggh…!"

The shock that penetrated their whole body tore Haku and Mikage's clothes, and their hair stood on end. The two of them fell to the floor with white smoke. On the other hand, Fire Delusion and Black Destruction hit KIKI's forehead and left chest directly.

"AAAAAAAAAH—!"

Cracks occurred all over their body, and KIKI broke to pieces. A small gear rolled in front of Haku, who fell on her stomach. She grabbed it unconsciously.

"Mikage!"

Haku called out, but there was no answer. The destruction of KIKI caused the world to rapidly begin to collapse. Stone pillars were breaking, the floor was shattering, and debris was falling from the ceiling.

There's nowhere to escape anymore.

Although her body couldn't move a millimeter, Haku's mind was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

I've done what I have to do. I have no regrets.

But, that's right.

I wanted to eat Liz's apple pie one more time…

Haku slowly closed her eyes, remembering the sweet and melting taste.

※

"Haku!"

Mikage tried to call out with her voice, but all that came out was a lump of blood. She apparently had her lungs taken.

Haha... It worked. But I can't believe they would use such a trump card in the end.

As expected, even if they were a shitty one, they were originally a God…

Mikage believed she would crawl forward on her stomach and try to survive until she died. But something touched her extended finger to see how far she had gone.

It's cold and round.

This is... a ring.

The ring, which was supposed to have been given to Rei, was lying on the floor. Mikage gripped it.

I guess Rei and I are connected by a bond after all…

As soon as she smiled, there was a violent vibration, and the ceiling suddenly fell down with a sound like glass breaking. The falling boards crushed Mikage and Haku. There was nothing left. At once, the world had returned to "nothing".

※

His consciousness slowly rose from a deep sleep.

"...ei… Rei…"

Someone is calling my name.

"Mm... Let me sleep a little more…"

He rolled over in his blanket.

I want to savor this comfortable feeling a little bit more.

"You can't, you'll be late!"

He was forced out of his blanket and rolled off his bed.

"Ow ow ow. That was too mean, Nee-san!"

"It's your fault that you weren't waking up. Here, I made you breakfast. Eat!"

His mouth was stuffed with sandwiches.

"Cough, cough… You're making a mess. What about you, Mihaku nee-san?"

When she crouched down in front of Rei, who was coughing, his sister, two years older than him, squinted with a mystified look.

"You look pretty pale. Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yeah, though I don't remember it very well…"

Rei fiddled with his gray hair, twisting his neck. On his left thumb was a shining silver ring.

"Well, hurry up and get changed. That new homeroom teacher is super strict, isn't she? What's her name, again?"

"It's Mitsuoka Kureha-sensei. She's beautiful, but she's pretty scary when her glasses get all shiny."

"What's with that, Rei? Do you have a crush on your teacher?"

Mihaku smiled teasingly and ruffled Rei's hair.

"T-That's not what I meant! I'm heading out now. But what about you, Nee-san?"

"I have plans with Lira and Kyouto today."

"I see... I kind of envy you for having so many friends."

"What, are you lonely or something? Then I'll introduce you to Lira."

"N-No, not really… Then, I'm off!"

After changing into his school uniform, Rei left home and rode the flying dragon he kept in his backyard. Driving a flying dragon in this world was a common way to travel to school.

That being said, Nee-san is always asking me about my private life.

Is that what they call having a brother complex, by any chance? Sheesh, what a bother.

While thinking about it, he managed to avoid being late and slid into his seat. In the seat next to him, his classmates, Kuronaka Saki, and Feyssel, were talking face-to-face.

"Did you hear? A transfer student is coming to this class."

"Oh, that's interesting."

A black cat named Nyanneko yawned on Feyssel's shoulder, wearing a mask resembling a kitsune.

"I should invite them to join the kendo club."

"Kuronaka still thinks only of his sword, huh. I would prefer a magic fist club myself."

As Rei listened to the two of them, the classroom door opened and Mitsuoka-sensei entered.

"Good morning, everyone. We have a transfer student to introduce today. Now, come on in."

When Mitsuoka-sensei, who stood on the platform, beckoned, a transfer student waiting in the hallway appeared. As soon as he saw her fluttering pigtails, a shock went through Rei's heart.

I... I know this girl.

"I'm Sakuhi. It's nice to meet you."

The girl, with clear blue and red eyes, bowed deeply to introduce herself. Sakuhi looked up and stared straight at Rei as she spoke.

"I've always been waiting for you. I'm happy we can get along well this time."

Her heartfelt, cheerful, and gentle smile triggered the event.

"...Sakuhi."

"Rei, let's shake on it."

At Sakuhi's smile, Rei certainly felt the sound of a new world moving.

#heisei dominantation 02 #heisei project #heipro

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starfall-spirit · 1 year

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She's in Love With the Boy

Summary: One photograph can change a duo’s whole dynamic. When Marinette's Adrien shrine is replaced with friendly photos as well as a selfie she took with Cat Noir one night a few weeks ago, even our blind boy Adrien is a little suspicious about that.

Chapter I: Until the Very Last

Marinette's POV:

"Girl, are you sure you're ready to do this?"

"Alya, you and I both know it's time. Adrien's never gonna fall for me anyways."

"Is that all that this is about? Or is this another layer of your I don't have room in my life for love?"

"Don't make this more complicated than it is, Alya."

But it was complicated. Complicated on a level I couldn't begin to explain to her, no matter what she knew about me at this point. Especially with how things had shifted on that terrible night. "You still have me." It had been less than a month since Shadow Moth had claimed the majority of the miraculous. It was so quiet with only Tikki and Fluff flying around my room. Quiet enough that I had room in my head for those words to echo over and over.

Cat's words and the Celestial Guardian's. "One mistake. That was our agreement. This defeat goes far beyond that. Your time is up, Ladybug. You and your partner will give me the box and both miraculous. You are careless and unworthy to hold a title of such honor."

"And what are you?" my partner had demanded, ready to go toe-to-toe in my defense. "You threatened to take the only confidantes Ladybug has without so much as offering to help us fight our enemy. You showed us you were trained to fight miraculous holders that went wild, right? So why aren't you searching for Shadow Moth? Why are you hovering over Ladybug, watching her every move, when you could be helping us track this guy? What honor is there in that?"

I had never appreciated what was right in front of me. Alya was my best friend, yes. She was the fox hero, yes. But she would never quite match up to Cat Noir when it came to the bond we had built fighting side by side. "You and me against the world, m'lady."

I was indeed well on my way to falling in love with my partner. The selfless, loyal, kind-hearted goofball I had the honor of standing beside. The pun-loving wild child with a determination incomparable to any other I'd known. Shaking those thoughts away, I assessed my bedroom walls that were now bare of Adrien's face. "Alright," I said. "Let's do this."

It was a masterpiece when we were done. Yes there were a few solo shots of my old crush, but then there were plenty like that of all my other friends. Solos, pairs, and larger groups were strategically scattered through the room, showing the adventures my friendships had built. "Alright girl. I've got to get home for dinner. Mom made something special tonight since Ella and Etta are back from their camp. Love you, girl."

"Love you too." I slid into my desk chair, smiling as Tikki tested her new miniature hats I'd made for her. "Now, time for the scrapbook."

I happened to be a photo fiend and my partner wasn't much better. Translation, I had hundreds of “Ladynoir” photos, as my dear BFF labeled them. I didn't just pick the flattering angles as I filled the pages of my fresh scrapbook. There were days we were sporting hideous sunburns or crazy bruises. Sometimes we'd snap a photo when the other had fallen asleep on us. I wasn't picking the best moments, but the cheesiest, most valuable moments that I knew I'd cherish for an eternity. A book that I'd give him to guide me through after passing on the miracle box and losing my memories. But for now it was mine, to be tucked away in the sewing box safe beside the miracle box I had manage to keep for the recovery of the miraculous.

"Well get them back. One by one until the very last," I said, quoting my partner.

Tikki flew over as I flipped through the scrapbook, doodling in quotes from specific moments we'd captured. "We were being genuine, you know. You two are the best holders Plagg and I have had. It's always wonderful, watching our holders fall in love." I blinked. "Did you think you were the first Ladybug to love her cat holder? Your bond is natural. Your love is natural because of that bond. Marinette, you're practically meant to be."

"I'll admit, I'm seeing Cat differently now. I really regret how I've treated him lately." I shook my head. "I wouldn't say I'm in love with him, though. We're just... growing. You know, like all teams do."

”If you’re sure,” she said, watching me pin up the only loose photo of Cat and me right by my pillow. Hearing my mother call for dinner, she zipped away, mumbling something to the tiny rabbit about human behaviors. With the book and box hidden, I made my way downstairs, ignoring the earlier thoughts and insinuations.

#mlb #marinette #ladybug #cat noir #adrien #identity reveal #love square #ao3 fanfic

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jemid · 2 years

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2 of us | poly! crypto x mirage x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mirage and crypto are in the apex arena with you and are trying to impress you and have your attention, they get distracted with impressing you and loses the games.

Authors note: I've been thing about this when I was playing Apex with my friends, couldn't resist writing it lol. 바보 means dumbass, 맙소사 means good grief

Word count: 605

"You guys ready? I'm the jumpmaster!"

"Of course we are, Witt."

"I wasn't asking YOUUUUUU, I was asking our lovely partner here... PARK."

You can't believe you actually agreed to go into the games with them but it also makes since you did because you guys are in a relationship after all. But questions pop up in your head on to why they agreed for a poly relationship when they clearly hate each other?? Doesn't matter, atleast you have 2 idiots by your side in this polyamourous relationship of yours. Ever since you got into a poly relationship with them they've been fighting over you. NON STOP. Oh you're playing with cryptos drone? Nah you're hanging out with mirage now. It's like a fight to the death to see who can get your attention.

Your partners landed at skyhook and was looking around in supply bins. Suddenly Elliot spots a level 3 armor and pings it for you. "Shield right here, level 4 for a special someone~." Obviously wanting you to get it but also crypto found something too, "A vault key for someone special." He says as he pings the vault key. You slowly think they're fighting for you but at the same time they're just being sweet.. to you that is. Without thinking you take both and ping survey camp for more bins. Crypto and mirage exchange death stares and follow behind you.

You got too far ahead and suddenly you announce that you're being shot at by a sniper up top and was knocked down. This is the perfect opportunity for them to show that they can be the best boyfriends ever; crypto uses his drone and uses his ult and mirage uses his decoys and tries to trick or bamboozle the enemy.. they think they've got you but cryptos drone gets shot down and he gets found by another squad and is down and the sniper knew who was real so mirage is down, squad eliminated.

"Heh.. we make a great team.." Elliot rubs the back of his neck in awkwardness. "You're the idiot that thought you got the enemy, 바보." Crypto straightens his jacket and turns his face away from mirage. "No, it was my fault I'm sorry I ran further than you guys I should've thought soo-" You we're cut off by crypto kissing you RIGHT IN FRONT of mirage's baffled and defeated face. Mirage gets pouty and folds his arm trying not to get jealous as if he already wasn't. He gets impatient and decides to step in, "ALRIGHT LET THEM BREATHE!". To be honest, you couldn't breathe even though the kiss was long and hot. Mirage pulls you in and kisses you as well to get revenge on crypto, this leaves crypto to put his hands in his pocket and smirk. This was like a victory to crypto, "맙소사.." Unlike the last kiss, mirage actually lets you breathe and moves away from your lips.

"Sooo, how was that for both?" Mirage asked since this was kinda his first kiss but he won't admit it. Crypto kinda wanted to know as well because he looks like he has experience but he doesn't so having feedback would make him less embarrassed. "By the you guys kiss, I'll take it that it was your first kiss. Mirage had a sloppy kiss and crypto was hot but our teeth almost touched." Mirage and crypto look at you like :0 because they thought they did great for their first kiss. Crypto and mirage try to make it up to by making out with you on the couch on the ship.

To bad it's ruined now because octane died and he was solo.. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" He says while looking at you guys in the couch.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #fluff #apex legends #apex legends x reader #crypto x reader #mirage x reader #gender neutral s/o #polyamourous #poly x reader

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infinitepartnermaterial · 2 years

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Laundry Day

Ship: Prinxiety

Universe: Hero x Villan AU

Trigger warnings: Some minor injuries, mention of sttabing

Word count: 1341 words

Chapters: One shot

It was just a regular laundry day for roman, what could possibly go wrong? His enemy knocking the door and pleading for help, maybe.

~*~

Roman took the last of his white T-shirts out of the washing machine and folded them neatly. It was hard to have a day off as a hero, so his day off was also his laundry day and his cleaning day.

Roman didn't like his days off, not because of the housework, he was just worried about what his friends would do without him. Patton would forgive any criminal and Logan would take the "logical solution" and just send them to jail. His brother would torture the criminal and Janus would probably interrogate anyone and everyone looking for a detailed back story.

His concerns weren't about a random shoplifter or a robber, he was worried about Anxiety, his arch-nemesis.

It was rare for them to fight, but when they did, no one but Roman could defeat him, and if Anxiety decided to attack, the entire town of Sanders would be doomed

The ticking of the oven distracted the man from his thoughts and brought him to the cake he was baking. He took the cake out of the oven and sat down on the couch to watch the news. His heart beat a little faster as he listened to the woman on the screen

"Has Anxiety been defeated? The supervillain was found unconscious near the hero's memorial this afternoon, but disappeared before the authorities could investigate, and the heroes haven't said a word about the incident."

The video was interrupted by a loud noise coming from the front door. Roman turned off the TV and waited for the sound to repeat itself

"Hello?" Roman stood up and walked to the door with something random in his hand, "Is anyone there?" The door made the noise again and he cautiously opened it without seeing anyone there"Come out, wherever you are! I have a..." And then he took the time to look at what he'd gotten, "An umbrella! And I'm not afraid to use it!" And he looked down only to see someone he (unfortunately) recognized

Anxiety was in his doorway, and he was on the ground, vulnerable and, as he could see, bleeding

"What are you doing in my house?!"

"I..." began Anxiety, standing up and leaning at the doorframe, "I need to hide... I'll pay you, clean, even stop fighting, I'll do anything, just let me..."

"What makes you think that I would help you run from... whatever you're running from!"

"I'm not running from the police, if that's what you're thinking, they think I'm dead. So do the heroes..."

"Then who're you running from?"

"From my... I was going to say friends, but I don't think friends will stick a knife in your stomach..."

Roman looks at the one who once was his main enemy, the one who all of the heroes united couldn't defeat. Now he had blood, his blood, all over his body and didn't even manage to hold himself still. It could be a trap, of course, it smelled like one

"Do you have any weapons with you?" asked Roman, examining the creature in front of him.

"Who are you? Airport security?" Anxiety joked, realizing how serious the question was, "I only had my sword, but I left it at the... I'm not going to tell you where I left it"

"Fine." Roman opened the door. "If you try any funny tricks, I still have... "

"An umbrella? I'm really scared" The villain took a step only to fall into himself losing his balance.

"Are you okay...?"

"No, I'm not, now help me up!"

Roman got down and picked the villain up putting Anxiety's left arm around his neck. "I'm putting my hand on your side, okay?"

"Uh... okay...? I mean, it's not like I would be able to walk if you didn't"

"You're right," Roman sighed, helping the other to sit down on the couch, "I'll be right back, don't touch anything."

"All right, Your Highness," The villain said with a play on Roman's heroic name. Prince. It was really stupid, but it was catchy. Roman looked in his room for one of his first aid kits, he found one and took it into the living room.

When he entered the living room, he found something that only lived in his nightmares, Anxiety, his enemy was looking at his baby pictures, the same ones with his mother's face, the house where he grew up, and his name.

Anxiety noticed him coming back and looked at him, "Oh, you're back..." The black- haired man stared at him, kind of embarrassed to be there, and Roman wasn't doing a very good job of calming him just standing there and staring. "You... You were... a very cute baby."

Roman scratched his neck, "I... thank you, I guess..." The hero turned over the picture with his name on it. "Did you read it?"

"Maybe... Is that your name?"

"Maybe, why do you want to know?"

"I don't..."

"We are good then, can you take your shirt off?"

Anxiety looked at him strangely, as if wondering why

"Don't make it weird! I just need to look at the cuts and take care of them," Roman said blushing, realizing how weird that sounded. Anxiety did as he was told, "Can you sit on the couch now?" And again, Anxiety did as he was asked, and immediately. Roman began by disinfecting the cuts, "This is going to sting a bit..." Why did he do that? Why didn't he leave Anxiety to rot in the dirt? He could just save the city from this threat once and for all, but he was too good for that, wasn't he? Too much of an idiot...

"I'm such an idiot" Roman analysed the words he believed came from his own mouth until the sound continued, "You could have just left me to die, you know..." Soon he realised that Anxiety was the one speaking, "Why... Argh!" The man winced at the cold liquid in one of his wounds, "Why are you helping me?"

Roman took a deep breath as he put away the alcohol and got some bandages "I don't know any more than you do, I just know right now is that this is not an ideal situation," he said as he began to bandage the wounds. "And if I can be honest with you, which I'm not sure I can, it is really embarrassing to have someone over, even worse if it's someone..."

"Someone like me..."

"Yeah..."

"I get it... It's even more embarrassing when you are at your... what are we? Arch nemesis or some of this weird bullshit? Who started it?" Roman remained silent as Anxiety spoke... "I never... I mean this in the best possible way, but I never did anything bad... I just showed up sometimes and we got into fights... Sometimes I wonder..." And then he silenced himself

"What do you wonder? Roman finished Anxiety's dressing and sat next to him, as a way to tell him that he was safe.

"What if we just... stopped fighting, you know, we never had a reason to!" And then it hit him, Anxiety wasn't a supervillain, he was just a guy who showed up every week or so and they fought, he would say something about revenge and then leave, he shouldn't hate thins guy, he sould hate those random shoplifter or those robbers

If you ask Roman what happened at that moment, he would say nothing happened, what are you talking about? Kiss? What kiss? I never kissed anyone! What makes you think that? Are you crazy? Ha ha ha... And he would leave, but we all know that's not true.

They locked eyes for a moment, and kissed, and it was magical. Roman could worry about ironing his clothes later, because right now he was kissing someone, and that someone was... Wait... what was his name? Roman soon realised that he did not know Anxiety's name.

They pulled away.

The best way to get his name was to introduce himself first, and that's what he did.

"I'm Roman... Roman Prince"

"Virgil, Virgil Storm."

#sander sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #prinxiety fic #hero villan AU #Hero!Roman #Villan!Virgil

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toasterdrake · 3 years

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Other Half of Me

Yelena Belova x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: alchohol consumption

@crystalisedabyss requested: "Yelena belova x reader maybe about their first date ? or her meeting readers family / friends xx"

A/N: Here it is! I went with meeting friends, but I'd be happy to do family/first date if you'd like as well <3. I hope you like it, my love!

🥂🥂🥂

You'd never seen your girlfriend so nervous.

She was currently pacing around your shared bedroom, wringing her hands and wearing a valley into the carpet.

You'd been dating Yelena for almost a year now. In that time you'd seen her take on -- and effortlessly defeat -- people twice her size. (Not that they're hard to find.) She'd faced every enemy with unwavering determination and fiery gusto. That was what you liked about her: her resolution to stick to her beliefs, never allowing anyone to sway the path she knew was right.

Of course, this led to many disagreements, as both of you refused to adjust your differing stances.

Eventually, worried she'd lose you to discordance, Yelena had confessed to you her trauma-saturated past. She explained how her freewill was forcefully taken, and how once liberated, the thought of another controlling her had been a plague. She admitted to being unable to stand the idea of acting without personal control.

All you'd needed was to understand. That night, all the horrors she'd gone through in the Red Room came pouring out from behind a collapsing dam, and all her strange behaviours became clear. You saw the weapons she hid around her apartment in a new, grievous light. Your heart ached for her.

Following Yelena's revelation, the bond of trust between you two had become unshakeable. With your gentle guidance, Yelena slowly learned that making compromises and admitting wrongs doesn't equal giving in. She had expected you to reject her after seeing her dripping ledger, so when you only offered stronger unconditional care, she found herself falling for you harder.

You'd actually first met when she challenged a club's bouncer to a fight after he refused to believe her ID was real. You'd strolled over, oozing charm, and coolly delivered a line sure to have the beautiful blonde swooning. However, you'd underestimated the distance of the wall; which became clear when you tried leaning on it and instead fell over.

Somehow, your blunder was endearing to the former spy, and one hospital trip for your concussion later, she gave you her number and said to get in touch once you'd recovered.

The experience certainly left you with a tale to tell your friends that night. A tale of a fiery Russian beauty whom you couldn't get out of your head.

After a few days of 'resting your brain', during which you weren't even allowed to watch television or browse your phone, you finally got the all clear and eagerly texted the girl you'd been thinking about all week.

Yelena had taken you to the beach. The day had been nothing short of magical; after a peaceful stroll alongside the steadfast waves, she'd taken your hand to lead you around an amusement park, wide-eyed at every wonder and buzzing like an excited kid. You knew then that you'd be a fool to ever let this girl go.

Until now, the two of you had kept your relationship quiet. Both of you were private people, and while you took great comfort in gushing to your friends in the early stages, it had been incredibly nice to simply be a pair and enjoy your private life together.

However, your friends had recently begun pestering you to meet your partner since everything was going so great and they were all sour single pringles. After a while, you ran out of excuses.

It wasn't that Yelena didn't want to take this step -- she was keen to meet the people who'd gained your trust so intimately -- but she couldn't help feeling apprehensive.

Admittedly, you were nervous too. What if they didn't approve of her? Would they force you to choose one or the other? What would you do then? You knew in your heart things would work out fine, but your head still had uncertainty to stress over.

Sighing, you stand from your place sitting on the bed and halt her vigilant trot by placing your hands on her waist. Yelena instinctively links her arms behind your neck, but doesn't look at you, instead studying the hem of your shirt.

You lean in closer to brush your nose against hers in an eskimo kiss, causing her gaze to flick up and meet yours. You give her a reassuring smile, rubbing your thumb over her flank soothingly. Yelena melts into your touch, inclining her head to ghost her lips over yours briefly.

"They'll love you," You say truthfully.

If they had a problem with Yelena, they would have said so while you spewed about the blonde to them months ago. Things had only gotten better between you two since then. Besides, even if they found something wrong with her they could never change your love for the girl currently liquefying in your arms.

You lean forward, making Yelena stumble and fall back onto the bed. She laughs as you prop yourself up on top of her, straddling her hips and pressing light pecks to every inch of her face. She scrunches her nose cutely as you kiss between her eyes, chest shaking beneath your hands as she tries to hold back giggles.

Finally, you connect your lips to hers again, then stand and smooth out your clothes. Breathing deeply to calm herself, she follows your example with a lingering smile, anxiety successfully eased. You take her hand and lead her out to the car.

Natasha was currently teaching her sister how to drive, after Yelena had proven that she drove dangerous machines like she played Mario Kart, so you were driving.

Everyone had agreed that your friend Quinn's bar was the best venue to meet up at. The Jackson Rose is located in upstate Manhattan, and entertains several affluent patrons looking for somewhere to disappear, so Quinn is well-off enough to offer a generous friendship discount. The bar isn't anything special or fancy, but it has been the site of many treasured group memories over the years, and you are beyond excited to share it with your girlfriend.

After a long, arduous drive through New York traffic, you finally pull up in the bar's parking lot. You chuckle upon seeing your friend Blake's motorcycle parked there as well. Yelena sends you a questioning look, so as you walk inside hand-in-hand you tell her about how you were dared to take it for a joyride, and Blake was so furious she made you work in her garage for a month to make up for the damages.

Yelena smiles softly, watching your eyes glaze over with nostalgia as you talk. It had been so long since those days. You'd all grown up, and -- some of you -- had matured. You feel boring now, looking back on your glory days as chaotic juveniles. It almost makes you long for the instability of not having your life figured out.

The inside of The Jackson Rose, or Jake as you'd nicknamed it, is dark. The lights are dim, sucked up hungrily by the dark wallpaper, mahogany flooring, and carmine furniture. It provides a sort of intimate privacy. The place resembles a 1980s diner, complete with booths and stools alongside a bar stretching the length of the building. A vintage jukebox sits in the far corner, permeating the bar with something by Mariah Carey. Though the music almost drowns out the low hum of conversation generated by various patrons.

You spot your friends gathered around their claimed booth immediately, and wave enthusiastically with your free hand, the other holding onto Yelena's tightly so she can't bolt.

Blake notices you first, greeting you via cocky salute before looking at Yelena with a smirk. She jumps down from where she was straddling the top of the leather bench, doc martens clicking on the floor, and stands at her full height of… 5'2".

Eyeing up Yelena as if she stood miles taller than the Russian, Blake blows her ebony hair out of her face and extends a hand to shake. Yelena meets her halfway, shaking stiffly, and you see Blake's face contort subtly in pain. It's smoothly replaced with approval once she's released.

The others finally notice your arrival when Blake pulls you in for a hug, slapping your back heartily. You grin at the smattering of cheers, the bar filling with ruckus as they all greet you.

"Hey, losers," You say cheerily, leading Yelena over to the booth. Uncharacteristically shy, she hangs back behind you, only tethered by her hand clasped in yours.

They all stuff themselves into the other side of the booth for a clear view of you and Yelena, leaving you two to slide onto the opposite bench. There isn't room for Julius, though -- he moved too late -- so ze drags over a barstool and perches on that.

You spare a glance at the etched 'Jake' you'd carved into the wall to drunkenly christen the bar when it first opened. You wonder when Quinn will notice it; the others have an ongoing bet about that. No one has blown up the group chat about it, so you know the stakes still stand.

You notice Yelena sits on the outside so that she wouldn't have to climb over you to escape, so you reach for her hand under the table. She intertwines your fingers, shooting you a grateful look that you rub your thumb over her knuckles in response to.

The music changes to a Green Day song.

Yelena diligently studies the drinks menu to avoid the borderline-suspicious stares of your friends. Continuing your rhythmic movements, you answer any questions they throw her way. After a while, she gathers the courage to speak for herself. You can't help but bristle at how intense they get with your girlfriend, but she handles the pressure just fine.

Eventually, Quinn comes over from serving other patrons, and asks for drink orders. Everyone calls out various alcoholic concoctions, other than yours and Julius' sodas as designated drivers.

The music stutters when Yelena asks for the 'Hell's Blaze'. That cocktail is famed for being a devil's drink; burning all the way down and destroying your insides while it goes. It was what had put The Jackson Rose on the map.

You squeeze Yelena's hand to get her to look at you. She's wearing a smug smirk. You relax a little. As long as she has an idea of what she's getting into.

Your friends jeer as Quinn brings over the shot glass, increasing in volume at your warning glare. Only to collectively gasp as Yelena doesn't waste any time to down the alcohol in one shot, throwing her head back and replacing the glass with a satisfactory chink.

The suspense is tangible; everyone including you is on the edge of their seats. You all hold your breath as Yelena processes the drink. Finally, she looks up with a grin and requests another.

Your friends go wild, crowding around her to clap her shoulder and yell praise. You smile when she engages cheerily with them. She'd earned their respect just for that, and she knows it.

"They're easy people to impress," You tease, more so directed at your friends than your girlfriend. Your grin widens impishly at their complaints.

"Hey! No one's ever withstood the Hell's Blaze!" Matteo whines, before skipping over to the jukebox.

He plugs in some upbeat dance music that gets everybody moving. You're quickly swept up in the electric energy, jumping around with Yelena and your friends like you're teenagers at a house party you've snuck out to again. Quinn weaves between attending to his customers and joining you all.

Yelena quickly gets drunk on multiple Hell's Blazes. (You suspect she's going to have a rough ride in the morning, and vow to do your best to help when it hits.) You trust your friends to look after her, but you still watch over them with a careful eye from the bar when you take a break to chat with Quinn, who's still on the clock. You're more glad than ever to be her designated driver.

You set down your soda when Yelena stumbles over and climbs onto your lap. She wraps her legs around your waist in a death grip that you don't think she's aware of exerting. She begins to play idly with the baby hairs at the back of your neck, resting her chin on your shoulder to peer Quinn as he mixes drinks.

Blake strolls over under the pretense of a refill for her beer, shooting you a teasing look that makes you roll your eyes. She's only had a few drinks, which is holding back for her because she has to drive. You hadn't missed her looking out for your girlfriend.

"I think I'd better take her home," You murmur to her, stroking Yelena's back as she nuzzles deeper into you.

Blake nods in understanding. She promises to pass on your goodbyes, then leaves you to walk Yelena out to the car after opening the door for you. You shoot her a grateful look as she does so, and she pats your back, smiling.

You lower Yelena into the passenger side, having to keep adjusting her arms as she tries reaching for you while you buckle her in. You almost melt at her pout, but hold your resolve to walk around the car to the driver's side. When you get there, Yelena is fiddling with the radio even though you haven't turned the engine on yet.

You turn the key for her, and she soon settles on something smooth jazzy with a faraway smile. You watch her wistfully for a moment, then focus on pulling out of the lot.

The traffic flows easily now, and Yelena's head lolls back onto the headrest. Incandescent light washes over her past every street light, darkness shrouding her between them. When you risk glancing over at her, you see her squinting in a valiant attempt to keep watching the road. You reach across the center console to place your hand on her thigh. This seems to work, because her half-lidded eyes flutter shut. Before long her breathing slows into soft snores.

You sigh, endlessly pleased with how the night had turned out. All your friends had loved Yelena; she'd been integrated into your group so smoothly it was almost as if she'd been there since high school. You'd had your doubts about their possible reactions, but you couldn't have wished for better.

You loved your friends, and you loved your girlfriend, and they liked each other. All was right with your world; your two halves harmonising seamlessly.

🥂🥂🥂

Taglist: @themagnificentmx @astupidworkinprogress

love,

- bi-rd ☕

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova fluff #bi-rd writes

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gritsandbrits · 3 years

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I will allow one MILF and one MILF ONLY

I FINALLY got around to making another ref for my OCs! This time is a little different: instead of a main OC I'm working on "secondary" ones. So here's Mikayla's maam Norah, a supporting ally in my Loonatics AU/Reboot!

Age: Secret!

Species: Human

Homeworld: Earth

Alignment: Good

Occupation: Secretary

Role: Ally of the Loonatics, ambassador

Voice Claim: Nia Long

Physical: Norah is an adult African American with long curly hair, brown skin, and a hourglass body-type. Her common outfit consists of indigo suit and matching heels with a white collar, cuffs, and deep-magenta bow. She tends to wear golden eyeshadow and deep-cinnamon lipstick.

Personality: Norah is a kind and intelligent woman with a love for marine life. She holds herself with dignity and grace, though she can be exasperated by the people around her. She can be snarky, demanding and bossy at her worse, and sometimes can come off too strict and sardonic. A part of her is afraid of speaking out against the corruption in ACME in fear of losing her job; though she learns through the Loonatics to stick up for herself at work. Norah deeply cares for her daughter refusing to repeat the troubled relationship she had with her own parents. While compassionate and giving, Norah hates users and refuses to let others take advantage of her. She still carries some feelings for Optimatus but has no desire to rekindle their romance.

Backstory: Growing up in the slums, Norah had a turbulent relationship with her parents which ended when she ran away from home at 16. Moving in with an aunt she worked hard at her new school, quickly becoming Valedictorian and earning a scholarship to Acme University. Her childhood love of the ocean prompter her to pursue a career in marine biology. During a trip of the beach she found the unconscious form of a purple haired man....She took him in and helped him recover, eventually developing a fling that ended when the man left in the middle of the night while she slept. She was unaware that her summer love was none other than the missing Prince of Freleng, Optimatus.

Years later Norah still remembers the man she once called a friend...lover... As she had Mikayla while still in college she had to drop out to care for her, working odd jobs to support herself. While she loved Mikayla, she loathed and was confused as to why her ex left without so much as a goodbye. She eventually got a coveted job working as a secretary for the city department for ACME Labs. At first Norah was grateful to have such a high paying job - she would have the money to finish school and start her sea-life rehab venture. However upon seeing the corruption within the company she started having doubts but held back from complaining. Not yet.

S1: In the finale, Optimatus, who by now was consumed with dark power - discovered his sister Zadavia hiding among earthlings. He did not particular wish to destroy the planet he once called home, but he needed to get rid of the obstacle. He sent his robotic soldiers to the city. Norah was caught in the attacks, and upon witnessing the woman Optimatus ordered his soldiers to spare her and to bring her back to their temporary base. At the base Norah demanded to know why they've taken her when a heavily disfigured man came in. He wants to talk. Norah demands why he kidnapped her an attacking innocent people. Optimatus replies that she had no problem with him before. That was when she connected the dots; the same long purple hair, facial features, and eyes - it was him! But now he was no longer fully human. He heartbreak swelling up in her, she asks what happened to him. Optimatus revealed that he was the ruler of Freleng who had left the planet (likely to explore the galaxy without strict protocol). He was ambushed by enemy Martians and had to make an emergency landing on Earth. He wanted to tell her the truth but couldn't out of fear that his enemies might track him down and hurt her. He claimed his injury happened after a civil war on his Homeworld his sister having refused his plan to wipe out the evil Martians. Unable to believe him Norah replies that she won't help him destroy anyone regardless of their past. Angered at her bold choice Optimatus left her alone and locked up in the master lobby.

Luckily Rev managed to locate her and Danger Duck teleported into the lobby to help her escape. Before they could leave however Optimatus arrived and ordered them to stop. But then the rest of the team as well as Mikayla and Zadavia bursts in resulting in a major battle. Norah was able to escape with Mikayla, and witnessed her former lover getting defeated at the hands of the heroes.

S2 and Beyond: Norah would play a more active role: now she was the one having to familiarize with a new planet! As she is the mother of the crown princess this technically made her a member of the Court, though she declined as she had no desire to get involved in politics. However she did suggest a program to help rehabilitate former villains and criminals which later took affect. After Optimatus renounced his ways he apologized to her for leaving and kidnapping her, and vow to set things right even if it meant the past can never be rekindled again.

Powers: Norah does not possess any powers. She is knowledgeable in her field of work, able to identify multiple marine species, and chemistry. Perhaps her greatest "power" is her compassion, able to empathize with characters such as Pinkster and Weathervane. K

Character inspo: Monica Rambeau(MCU), Leah Estrogen(Osmosis Jones), Lady Juliana(Quest for Camelot), Helena Douglas(Dead or Alive series), Mrs. Trudy Proud(The Proud Family), Sailor Pluto/Setsuna(Sailor Moon)

Extra: Norah is the only oc i consider to be a true Milf. Have fun! 😉

Looney Ref: Her surname is based on Michael Jordan from Space Jam. She is also based on Honey Bosko from the very old Merrie Melody shorts without the racism

Artwork: Icon and base sketch

#fan character #looney tunes #loonatics unleashed #loonatics unleashed au #oc ref sheet #loonatics unleashed reboot #loonatics unleashed oc #she is NOT monica i just based her looks on her bc she was so gorgeous in W@nd@v1$10n #oc x canon

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downbythe-bay · 3 years

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Fair Trade, pt. 2

"I been losing friends and finding peace, but honestly that sounds like a fair trade to me." - Drake, "Fair Trade"

(art work by Famo, .@famoisdead on Instagram)

Bayley's current character contains many nuances and layers. In my opinion, she is the most interesting character I've seen in the past few years in women's wrestling. She portrays at least 3 sides; at least 3 variations of her character that serve different purposes for her motives.

The most jarring personality, and the side we may see more often than not, is the sadistic / violent side. We saw this side of her jump out when she pretended to care for Sasha Banks after they lost their tag team championship rematch in Sept 2020. I will never forget Sasha cowering away from her former best friend, putting her arms up for mercy as Bayley menacingly approached her by the barricade. Becky Lynch has seen this side as well, but chose to avoid "collecting a debt" because she thought the Bayley she knew and loved was still underneath the monster. Bianca Belair has been a victim of Bayley's violence many times, but Bianca's own courage would not allow her to be bullied and defeated. Bayley seems to snap in and out of this psyche, even when she's wearing her other disguises; this face is always waiting to show up without notice.

Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me... / and the dirt that they threw on my name turned to soil and I grew up out it

The Role Model was always in the heart of the Hugger. The Hugger wanted everyone who looked up to her to feel the same way she felt as a kid watching wrestling: that it can be a magical experience with fairy tales and heroes. Hugger Bayley's ideals of what it means to be a role model was distorted over time due to Sasha Banks' influence. The Role Model eventually despised her friends and the audience, because she is not a fool and there is only so much betrayal and humiliation that one woman can endure. The Role Model is the locker room's leader, the pillar and the cornerstone of not only the WWE women's division, but women's wrestling in its entirety. People admired her and emulated her. She won all the gold, she made her ascent to PWI's #1 spot as Bayley Dos Straps.

She chose to stand alone when she betrayed her best friend. She has turned her back on the other Horsewomen because they have all done the same to her in various ways over the years. She refused an alliance with Carmella and ripped Billie Kay's resume to shreds when offered a chance to be a partner. She walks alone. The only friends she needs now are her 3 faces.

I don't think you feelin' me / I'm out here being everything they said I wouldn't be and couldn't be I said 'see you at the top' and they misunderstood me

Subsequently, Bayley became a talk show host for her very own "Ding Dong Hello Show" on Smackdown. She portrayed a caricature of the stereotypical mid-day talk show hosts you would see on cable TV: with her turtlenecks, blazers, oversized glasses, chunky jewelry while sitting in the ring surrounded by a tall house plant, photos of her many achievements, and a hilarious, large white door. This version of Bayley provided laughs and entertainment but also gave her a platform to torment her enemies. Her talk show, interestingly, furthered many stories of other characters such as Bianca / Sasha, Nia / Shayna / Reginald, and Cesaro / Seth.

The talk show host personality is a twisted version of the fun-loving Hugger in some ways. Just louder, more boisterous, and condescending. In my observation, it appears that this side of Bayley is very important to her overall core persona because she looks deeply disappointed when other people destroy her show set or are disrespectful on the show. This disappointment is a reflection of the Hugger's negative feelings towards others and the audience whenever she was humiliated. Also, this fuels the instability of the other faces, so the angry side keeps interjecting like a time bomb with a broken clock.

Finally, there could be an argument that Bayley Dos Straps was a separate identity. But I think possibly that BDS is a mix of the sadistic / violent face and the Role Model face.

I hold no resentment in my heart, that's... maturity

She'll always be Bayley: true to herself. She is teaching us to be independent and to be loyal to your own self. That's why we cheer for her.

I don't understand why you blame me

Just take me as I am, it's the same me

#bayley #wrestling narrative #ding dong hello #role model #prose #womens wrestling #wwe #smackdown #4hw #famo #drake quotes interspersed #clb #fair trade #and back to ao3 i go #thanks for reading if you got this far

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thelucyaddams · 4 years

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You're very sweet, princess

Azula x fem reader

(Y/N) only wanted to spend some time on the beach and relax. That was only until she noticed a strange group of teenagers playing volleyball. One of the girls caught her eye and (Y/N) found herself enjoying the time they spend together.

It was a very hot but beautiful day on Ember Island. It was perfect for some relaxing time on the beach.

(Y/N) isn't the only one to think that since the whole beach was crowded.

The firebender sat on her towel sunbathing and watching the people around her. There were many families according to the children that were running around or building castles made of sand.

Some teenagers sat together in a group or played some games. Just like the ones that were playing a game of volleyball nearby.

(Y/N) watched them playing for a second and soon found herself quite interested in the match.

To be more specific it was the one team that caught her interest.

Three girls and a boy were playing like they were professionals. Really they were that skilled and totally crushed the other team.

Especially one of the girls seemed to be pretty strong. Her dark hair was styled into a top-knot that was decorated with some firenation headpiece. Only her bangs on either side of her face were free from the bun. The headpiece told (Y/N) that this girl like her companions must be noble or at least her family must be wealthy.

(Y/N) looked up and down her body and decided that she was very stunning. Even with that determined and kinda scary look on her face. Or especially because of that look. (Y/N) wasn't quite sure.

Suddenly the volleyball landed right in front of her and (Y/N) blinked a little confused for a second before she realized what happened.

She looked up only to see the beautiful girl coming her way. Out of all the players it was her who came after the ball!

(Y/N) swallowed before she stood up and picked up the ball to hand it back to the girl.

Her hands trembled a little which she hoped the girl wouldn't notice.

Golden eyes pierced their way right through her. It made (Y/N) nervous.

"Girl, would you hand me the ball now or are you looking for trouble?", the girl said in a serious and slightly annoyed voice.

(Y/N) blinked again only to realize she was standing right in front of the dark haired girl with the ball in her hands without moving any further. Embarrassing...

"Oh no, no, here...", (Y/N) stuttered and handed the ball to the other girl.

The girl only rolled her eyes pulled the ball out of (Y/N)'s hands and turned around to go back to the others without saying 'thank you' or anything else.

"Wait!", the nervous firebender managed to say.

The dark haired girl actually stopped walking and turned her head around a little to look back at (Y/N) over her shoulder.

"I watched you playing for a bit... You're really really good! I like your style... Crush them for me would ya?", (Y/N) managed to say.

The other girl raised an eyebrow but smirked kinda proud.

"Please, tell me something I don't know.", she replied and sighed with emphasis, "If you really want to see how I crush my enemies for my own interests you should come over and watch from the sides.", she added again putting emphasis on her words.

Especially when she said 'for my own interests'.

(Y/N) smiled about the quite unusual invitation which she accepted.

"Why not. Watching you up close will be much better."

The dark haired girl smirked even brighter before finally walking back to the other players followed by (Y/N).

The firebender watched in awe as the girl made her words come true and actually defeated her 'enemies'.

People might say her little speech at the end was a little... exaggerated and crazy. Not for (Y/N) though. She kinda liked it and admired the girls passion.

"Liked what you saw?", the dark haired girl asked out of the blue and gazed back at (Y/N).

"Definitely, I'm curious what you can do in a fight.", (Y/N) answered.

"Careful with those words when you're talking to Azula. It might be your last day on earth.", one of her teammates said.

It was a girl with black hair, dark eyes and a very gloomy expression.

"Don't listen to Mai! I appreciate your interest in my skills. I think I can show you one or two moves.", the girl named Azula said.

"It's so good to meet new people. What's your name? I'm Ty Lee!", the brunette among the group said.

Her expression was the complete opposite of Mai. She seemed to be very excited and happy but also energetic.

Then there still was the young boy. He had a scar around his left eye which was obviously caused by fire.

"The name's (Y/N). Nice to meet you all."

"Well, (Y/N) and you girls are very welcome at our party tonight.", two boys that walked up to them said all of the sudden.

"The place is just up the hill. You can't miss it. My name is Chan by the way and this is my friend Ruon-Jian."

"Oooh a party! We should totally go!", Ty Lee exclaimed excitedly.

"I go when (Y/N) 's going.", Azula said.

The firebender blushed slightly.

"I guess a party doesn't sound too bad.", she accepted the invitation sheepishly.

"Brilliant. It's decided then. We'll come.", Azula spoke for all of them.

"Hey, what about me?", Zuko protested.

His sister rolled her eyes.

"You're obviously with us, dum-dum.", she said.

"Yeah, alright. Meet us right after sunset.", was all Chan said before leaving them.

"So what was your name again?", (Y/N) asked the boy.

"Just call me Zuko."

"Or Zuzu.", Azula teased him earning a glare by her brother.

(Y/N) chuckled.

"Alright, guess I'll meet you later.", the firebender said waving them good bye.

"Yes, see you later, (Y/N)", Azula mumbled her possessive gaze never leaving the girl until she was out of sight.

The princess sighed.

"Come on, let's prepare for that party.", Azula said and started walking away followed by the others.

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Slightly annoyed and even jealous Azula watched Ty Lee who was surrounded by all those boys while she was standing here alone without any attention.

That was only until a sweet voice spoke up next to her.

"Sorry, I'm late but I hope you're still up to enjoy this party."

Azula turned her head and got a very strange feeling in her guts when she saw (Y/N).

"That's why I'm here am I not?", Azula replied unusually nervous.

Her eyes went up and down (Y/N)'s body and took every bit of her skin that was visible. She looked truly stunning in that traditional firenation gown.

(Y/N) blushed when she took notice of Azulas gaze especially when it stayed on her trace of an abs.

"Well, you looked a little lost over here.", the firebender replied sheepishly only to earn a slight scoff by Azula.

"You don't really know me yet so I should tell you that I never get lost.", Azula answered arrogantly, "But I guess I could use the company and since you're here now... Tell me about yourself."

"Oh well, I'm a firebender I guess. My father is an admiral in the army. He is leading the fleet called 'The Dragon'. One of those elite spy units..."

"Admiral Huan, I see. Means you're from Fire Fountain City but as soon as your father got promoted you got a nice house in the capital."

(Y/N) was taken aback by how much Azula knew.

"How..."

"I guess I know a lot about the war especially about the men that fight for our nation. What about you? Did you join the army?"

"No, I really want to but father wouldn't let me. Not after what happened to my brother... Not after we lost him and mother... She never supported the war. It was a forced marriage so at some point when father wasn't home she left.. She just left us alone."

Azula didn't speak for a second. She was surprised by how easily (Y/N) opened up to her. Also she got this strange feeling in her stomach again when she realized their similarity. They both lost theirs mother's.

(Y/N) shock her head.

"But enough about it. We're at a party let's grab a drink and maybe we could dance for a bit?", the firebender tried to change the topic.

Azula only nodded.

So that's what they did. Trying some of the drinks. The fire cocktail definitely had something to like it. They also danced. Both of them had a hard time to relax and enjoy the music at first but after a while they both made fun of it and managed to move less stiff.

Zuko and Mai watched in surprise from afar when they saw Azula actually having fun and looking less scary for a bit.

Ty Lee on the other hand smiled. She was happy for her friend to enjoy herself instead of thinking about war and how to torture other people.

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(Y/N) gazed up at the sky watching the stars while the little campfire in front of her warmed her body. But it wasn't just the fire that provided her warmth. It was the girl next to her as well.

Azula and (Y/N) were the last ones to enjoy the night. Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee already left.

After what happened at the party they just wanted to have some quiet moment.

Azula had opened up about her mom a little. (Y/N) felt nothing but sympathy for the girl. She knew to well how it was to lose your mother.

But when Azula confessed that her mom thought she was a monster (Y/N) felt nothing but anger. Even though they had just met this afternoon she felt like Azula was misjudged.

She couldn't see anything in her that would make her a monster. Even if she had some characteristics that made her... different it doesn't mean she was bad. No, she was just human just like anyone else.

"Would you still like to join the war?", Azula asked out of the blue.

(Y/N) shoot her a slightly confused look before answering.

"Yes, I guess. But father..."

"Oh believe me I have my ways to ensure you can join me in the fightings. In fact there's no one else that can make it happen. Your father won't have a choice but to let you go.", Azula explained.

"If that's so... then I'd love to join you."

"Brilliant. You and I we will rule the whole world and bring our nation to victory together!"

(Y/N) chuckled and leaned towards Azula a little to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Azula looked completely taken aback and tried to hide the blush that appeared on her face.

"You're very sweet, princess.", the firebender whispered.

It took the princess aback even more.

"You know?"

"Well, a boy with that scar... His name's Zuko and his sister is called Azula. You know a lot about war and are utterly talented and you definitely aren't normal... Too many hints.", (Y/N) explained.

Azula smirked.

"Well, look at that she's not only beautiful but also clever... I like that.", the princess whispered getting her courage back.

"You know what I would like?"

Azula raised an eyebrow but closed her eyes when the firebender gave her another kiss. But this time on the lips.

Oh yes, they'd definitely rule the world together.

#azula x reader #azula x fem!reader #azula fanfic #avatar azula #i love azula #firelord azula #princess azula #azula is a lesbian #Azula is the best #ember island #avatar the last airbender

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