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jellifysh · 2 years

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Ride With You (part seven)

Or, Jungkook's Exes Can Really Hold a Grudge

Ot7 x reader (jungkook x reader focus, slow burn, mafia au, the Boys are Crazy, guns, blood, lots of fighting, it’s mostly fighting so it might be kinda boring, Jimin talks too much, someone gets shot, idk how fighting works so this is probably super unrealistic)

A/n: aaaaaaah I’m so sorry ive been gone forever,, I was getting accustomed to my new classes and moving in and stuff, so sorry, everything should be back on schedule now,, so here’s the new chapter!

“Okay,” Yoongi sighed, flipping through a file in his hands. “Does everyone remember what they’re doing?”

“It’s routine at this point.” Hoseok scoffed, leaning against the wall casually, like he wasn’t just about to be on the defending end of a warehouse raid. He was dressed in all black, some sort of tactical jumpsuit that fit him like a glove from head to toe, utility belts and holster strapped around him in various spots. He was a walking deadly weapon and even while relaxed, you could see the strength that he held in the toned muscles his suit highlighted. He bounced a ball against the wall, clearly bored.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, setting down the file on the table in front of him. “I was asking our new rookies here.” He said, clearly referring to you and Jungkook.

You were, in contrast, in ill fitting jumpsuits, your slightly too tight and Jungkook’s too big. You could see the way it couldn’t even reach your ankles, could feel how it restricted your movements ever so slightly, but they apparently had nothing better. Jungkook was too big to fit into his old combat gear so they threw him a spare that was basically the size of a king size blanket.

“We’re not rookies.” Jungkook argued, arms crossed as he pouted like a petulant child. You had the urge to pat his cheek and coo at him, even knowing that he’d probably just swat your hand away.

“We can’t say that for sure, who knows what those organization people filled your head up with. Never mind the fact you’re probably a bit rusty.” Yoongi shrugged.

“These suits sure as hell don’t help.” You snarked, and Yoongi only shrugged again, smirking, obviously not sorry about it.

“Survive this mission and maybe you’ll get better ones.” You turned your head toward the voice, watching Jimin slink into the room from a separate changing room, adjusting his thigh holsters. He, like Hoseok, looked perfect. His hair was slicked back out of his face, besides a lock of hair that escaped to drape over his forehead. His suit emphasized his muscles as well, similar to Hosoek but different in the fact that his arms and thighs were thicker, clearly more suited to hands on forms of combat, where individual strength could gain the upper hand. His suit did nothing but serve to make you jealous.

You had a perfect combat suit, back with the organization. You hugged, looking to the other door, where Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung were supposedly coming to meet you if they would hurry up. You sure as hell didn’t miss your organization, but at least there you had certain benefits. You quickly reminded yourself though, that the benefits were far outweighed by the drawbacks, a shiver running down your spine.

The door finally opened, after a few more moments of silent waiting, Namjoon coming through with a file of his own and Jin and Taehyung in tow.

“Nice suit.” Jin smirked as he walked past you.

“Shut up.” You snapped.

Jin stopped, turning back to raise an eyebrow at you. “Excuse me?”

“Jin, if we could begin please.” Namjoon intervened, tapping the table with a finger as he looked at Jin expectantly.

“Namjoon, did you hear what she said to me?”

“So, let’s review one more time.” Namjoon said instead, Jin rolling his eyes and glaring at you as he walked away. You smiled, sticking your tongue out at him, watching him sputter indignantly.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon began. “Your role?”

“My role is to stay on site of the warehouse, watch over the foot soldiers and security and make sure nothing goes to shit.” Hoseok said, still bouncing the ball and barely paying attention.

“Sure.” Namjoon tilted his head, deciding to just move on. “Taehyung?”

“I will assist Hoseok and watch over the security cameras, making sure to let him know if anything suspicious happens and directing the security in general.” He reported, face that same blank, unreadable expression as it always was.

“Good. Yoongi?”

“I will be going with Y/n, Jungkook, and Jimin and directing them around Ateez’s base once I hack into the security.” Yoongi droned, bored already.

“Ateez?” You asked, halting the smooth flow.

“Yeah, that’s the rival gang that Hongjoong leads. The one we’re about to invade. You didn’t even know their name?” Jin asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Well, it’s not like anybody bothered to explain it to me. I figured it wasn’t crucial to the mission.” You defended, narrowing your eyes back at him.

“Well, aren’t you the perfect little puppet.” Hoseok smiled, no warmth in his face whatsoever.

“Can we just focus on this mission so we can know what we’re doing?” Jungkook groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “And I can get out of this room.” He mumbled under his breath, making you have to hold back a giggle. He smiled at you behind his hand and you relaxed, the tension that had come into your body leaving as you leaned into his side. You didn’t need to worry about a thing. You and Jungkook were on a mission again, together and that’s all you needed.

“Jin, your role?”

“Getaway driver. I’ll be taking Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and the pet to Ateez’s warehouse and then waiting on them to call for ride out.”

“Right.” Namjoon towards you now, looking you directly in the eyes with an intensity that still intimidated you. “Now, it is crucial you understand what you’re doing. Y/n, your role?” He asked expectantly.

“My role is to assist Jungkook and Jimin as we go through the warehouse. Directed by Yoongi, we will make our way into Ateez’s arsenal and take their Pirate sniper and then get out.” You said, repeating the information you had memorized a thousand times already.

The Pirate sniper was a gun, designed originally by Taehyung, that they replicated using schematics on a flash drive that Ateez stole from BTS years ago. Ateez could only ever produce one because they didn’t the resources to mass produce it like Bangtan could. The only reason they made it in the first place and sacrificed resources was as a power play. And now, Bangtan wanted to steal it back, as a reminder of who was really in power.

“I think it’s stupid we’re only getting the gun.” Hoseok scoffed. “That flash drive has countless unique designs Taehyung made with his blood, sweat, and tears, and they have all of them. If they decide make another, or something on that flash drive that’s even more powerful—“

“They can’t, they don’t have the resources—“ Jin dismissed, but Hoseok cut him off again.

Hoseok cut back in, his hand slamming against the table. “They didn’t have the resources, but that was years ago. We can pretend all we like that they’re still the rookies they were when they first popped up, but they’re becoming a real threat now. They’re getting more resources and connections and as long as they have that flash drive—“

“We can’t do anything about that now. Later, but not right now. The longer we stand here, the more time we lose.” Namjoon said with finality, making Hoseok reluctantly keep his mouth shut. “So, Jungkook, Jimin, your mission is the same as Y/n’s. Stick together, keep each other safe. Yoongi, I’m trusting you to keep watch over everything over there.” Namjoon nodded towards the older man, gathering up the files, and you all stood at attention, ready for the real challenge to begin.

“You got it, boss.” Yoongi replied, sliding a silenced pistol into his inner jacket pocket. “Let’s go.”

—

The ride there was uneventful. Jungkook’s leg shook on the backseat next to you and you knew he was likely a bit nervous. He always was when going into missions, but now especially since you had been off the job for a couple years now. You both had kept up your skills enough for self defense, but going back into running missions when you had retired from this life was definitely different, even you felt some jitters creeping up on you. You laid your hand over his knee, calming him, and he laid his hand over yours, the two of you silently reassuring each other the whole ride there.

“Alright,” Jin slowed to a stop in an area filled with trees, nothing but underbrush and darkness around you. “This is your stop. If you keep heading straight ahead, you’ll come to the back of their warehouse, the control room should be somewhere in the back hallway.”

“Got it. Let’s go.” Jimin said, sliding effortlessly out of the car. Yoongi got out the passenger seat and you and Jungkook slid out the back, following them.

“Be careful.” Jin called out, driving out of the area.

The four of you walked forward, eventually coming up to the fence around a tall building, the area lit with street lights around the complex.

“No cameras facing this way,” Jimin said after doing a quick scan. He snorted. “Amateurs.” He knelt down, holding his hand out for Yoongi to use as a boost over the fence while he, Jungkook, and yourself scaled it easily. You moved quickly to the back door, spending as little time in the light at possible and pressing yourself up against the wall out of sight.

“They don’t even have guards on patrol.” Jimin critiqued as you all crept towards the back door.

“They probably don’t have any to spare. From what Taehyung’s saying, the scale of the attack on our base is bigger than we expected. They must be using all their spare men for the raid.” Yoongi said, reporting what Taehyung was telling him in his earpiece. “But we’ll handle their raid just fine.”

“Of course.” Jimin smiled proudly, stepping away from the wall as you all came up on the entrance you were looking for. He stared up at the door. “Does this door have any alarms attached to it?” He asked, turning to Yoongi.

Yoongi scanned the door, eyeing it for any tripwires or alarms attached to it. “Mm, no, it should be fine to break open.”

“Good.” Jimin turned, swiftly kicking the door in. It burst open with little resistance to his powerful kick, swinging open to reveal a long bright hallway with doors on either side and another door at the very end. You all walked in, surveying each door. Jimin spun in a circle, studying each closely. Honestly, they were identical, you couldn’t tell what might be behind any of the standard beige doors. “Well, one of these is the control room.”

“You gonna kick all these open too?” You quipped, and Jimin side eyed you, rolling his eyes.

“I can pick the locks.” Jungkook said, stepping forward and pulling out a ring of jingling tools from his belt. He picked open door after door before finally opening one to reveal monitors and controls. “Bingo.”

“Great, then this is where we leave you.” Jimin said to Yoongi. “We’ll be waiting on your commands.” He turned to head towards the main door at the end of the hallway that would lead you into the rest of the base, Yoongi nodding and stepping into the room, fingers tapping away to access their systems and surveillance with an ease that screamed experience. Everything about the way they did their missions was with intense precision and skill. It was no simple feat to be able to take over the underground the way they had done, and yet they hardly broke a sweat doing it. They were truly a group of talented individuals that had come together, and dangerous because of that very reason.

You walked over to where Jimin was standing, all of you waiting until you heard Yoongi confirm there was nothing on the other side to open it and continue forward.

At some point, Jungkook had been a part of that finely tuned machine. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, his face blank. While he outwardly hated being near them, it was undeniable that he was easily slipping back into whatever routine he had around them in the past, easily reading their movements and following their commands when it came to missions, knowing their next move before they even said anything. He shadowed Jimin while you all walked, made the decision to pick the locks before Jimin could even say anything about it, subconsciously watching your backs whenever Jimin was leading you forward. But you didn’t point it out, especially since he would likely just deny it.

Jimin sighed in contentment as you strode through the empty hall. “I love easy missions.” He said, not even bothering to be quiet.

“It shouldn’t be this easy. This place is like a ghost town.” You commented, keeping your voice low. Something felt off. There was no way that they would have a deserted base, no matter how amateurish Bangtan believed them to be. You looked at the walls, mentally mapping out the pathways you had traveled. The place was a sterile white, the walls, the tile flooring, the doors, all devoid of any uniqueness. What were the chances that all their soldiers really were away attacking Bangtan’s base?

“Oh please, these guys aren’t a threat. We’ve squashed them into the dirt countless times and we’re about to again.” Jimin replied, seemingly treating this like a walk in the park. “Them getting this gun has been so annoying. Since Taehyung designed it, it’s incredibly powerful and dangerous to have pointed at you. Having them sniping at us from rooftops has made dealing with them hell lately. I can’t wait to take back what’s ours.”

You hummed, only half paying attention. As you walked, you looked around the facility. It honestly wasn’t as elementary as Jimin made it seem. Sure it was no Bangtan base, but they were the underground princes of Asia at this point. For a supposedly small gang, this was rather impressive. Not that you would say that out loud, Jimin might skin you alive.

“Turn down this hallway, and at the end there will be stairs to the top floor. It’s on the top floor in a safe room in the same hallway as Hongjoong’s office.” Yoongi directed. “As long as you stick to the emergency exit to get up there, you shouldn’t be detected. I’ve turned off the cameras ahead of you.”

Jimin acknowledged him, the three of you taking care to tread lightly as to not make a sound that would give away your position. You stalked to the base of the stairs, creeping silently up the stairs, senses focused on picking up any distant noise that would indicate someone approaching.

“Anyone on the floor, Yoongi?” Jimin spoke quietly, listening for movement on the other side of the door.

“No. You’re in the clear. I’d move quickly though, it seems like the guards are on the move.” Yoongi’s voice crackled through your ear. “I just took down the cameras in this hall, but I’m sure it’s a matter of time until they notice.”

You three crept down to the end of the hall where Yoongi said the safe room was, Jungkook stepping forward to pick the lock. In a matter of seconds, the door was open and you slowly entered, moving past shelves and piles of other weapons and materials they had stored in here. It seems like only their most precious items were stored inside.

“This must be where their leader keeps the stuff he wants to keep an especially close eye on.” Jungkook murmured, looking at some army grade body armor stacked on top of some crates labeled ‘fragile’.

“Damn,” Jimin cursed across the room, rifling through a drawer. “I was hoping Tae’s flash drive would be somewhere in here, but I don’t see it, and we don’t have time to search thoroughly.”

“I suggest you take the gun now and run. We may not have time for the flash drive, but we have time for what we came for, so focus.” Yoongi hissed trough the earpiece, and Jimin rolled his eyes, walking to the back of the room.

“Fine.” Jimin acquiesced, going to the gun that was propped on display almost proudly above a crate with other ammunition and weapons. It had Ateez’s logo scratched onto the base of it, their logo priory shown. Jimin slung the strap over him shoulder, securing it to hang on his back. “Well, this was easy. Let’s go home.”

As you turned towards the door however, you could all hear the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall.

“Five people coming straight towards you. More coming up the main stairway. It seems like they figured out we’re here.” Yoongi reported. “Take down these people as fast as you can, and head back towards the way you came.”

Jimin smiled, rushing into the hallway to meet, letting out a soft giggle that was far too angelic for what he was about to do. “Now we have some excitement!”

“Is he usually this excited about killing people?” You whispered to Jungkook as you followed into the hallway to back up Jimin.

“From what I remember, yes.”

The two of you made it out the room to see two men already down on the floor, Jimin practically running circles around the rest, or rather, flipping circles. He moved around them so swiftly you weren’t even sure if he was touching the floor. He kicked at one guard’s chest sending him flying into the wall, grabbed another guard’s arm that was racing for him and flipped him up into the air before throwing him towards another guard coming to charge him. He then whipped out his handgun, planting a bullet soundly into each of their stunned heads.

“All done.” He said, turning to you and Jungkook while slipping his gun back into his holster. He cast an annoyed look at you. “I really don’t know why Namjoon wanted you here. Me and Jungkook could’ve done this perfectly without you.” He hummed, stepping over the bodies like they weren’t even there.

“Better safe than sorry.” Jungkook responded, cutting off whatever other snarky remark he was about to say in favor of getting the mission done as quickly as possible. “Now let’s go.”

A thud caught your attention before any of you could move, all of you realizing too late that it was the sound of a door opening down the hall. Then, all you could hear was sirens.

“They triggered the alarms.” Yoongi said.

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you, captain obvious.”

Yoongi continued, ignoring your comment. “The cameras are still off, so they won’t know where you are unless they spot you and tell others. But you can’t go the back way anymore, there’s people coming up the stairs now.”

“What’s the quickest way out of here?” Jungkook asked.

“There’s are two ways you can take. You’ll have to fight both ways, but you go straight forward and take the first right, you’ll find the main stairway. There’s less people there and a more direct exit out of the building.”

The three of you took off towards the hallway, running to where Yoongi directed you, finding nearly the whole hallway blocked by guards that were making their way to you. Wasting no time, you started clearing your path, launching yourself at a guard off to the side. You landed on his chest, his head slamming against the ground as he hit the floor, springboarding off him towards another guard who you kicked in the chest, then ducked down and swiped his leg out from under him while he was stunned. Taking your gun out of your holster you quickly shot them all in the leg so they wouldn’t get back up, and continued fighting the other guards that had moved in on you.

You could see Jungkook and Jimin also fighting out the corner of your eyes, all of you taking down the men easily without breaking a sweat. The fighting was a unforeseen complication, but all of you had the skill to hold your own, even if it meant using a few more bullets than expected. Quickly, you had all battled everyone blocking your path to the hallway, leaving a sea of bodies in your wake littering the floor.

“I think that’s a new personal record.” Jimin smiled to himself as he stretched. “What was that, two minutes?”

“A minute forty seven, I think.” Jungkook said, patting himself down to check for any injuries or debris.

“Shit,” you heard Jimin hiss, looking over to see him pulling the gun off his back, or, what was left of it. It seems in the fighting a stray bullet or punch had hit the gun, causing it to snap into pieces, barely attached to the strap anymore. Jimin dropped it to the ground, letting it fall further into a pile of rubble. “It’s completely useless now.”

“At least they can’t use it anymore.” You said as an attempt of consolation.

Jimin hummed, staring down at it on the floor before stepping away from it. “I suppose. We’ll just remake it better.” He turns to you, attention caught by you digging around the bodies of the guards on the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing if any of these uniforms are salvageable.” You said, pulling up a limp body and examining its clothes for any bullet holes. You looked him, noticing a splotch of blood on his side, and dropped him onto the floor, unclipping the golden chain around his neck and pocketing it.

“Why?” He asked, nose scrunching in disgust, an expression probably only Jimin could manage to make look cute. “They look sweaty.”

“Disguise is half of the job.” You said, taking the over shirt and pants of a female guard and slipping into them. “If we look like them, they might not stop us.”

“That’s a great idea.” Jungkook gasped, joining you in stealing a uniform for himself.

“You want us to put on sweaty uniforms for a small possibility it might help?” Jimin said, tone dripping w unease.

“Do whatever you want.” You huffed. Unbuttoning a nearly pristine shirt from a female guard and putting it on. By the time you found a pair of pants to wear, Jimin had joined you in taking clothes, all of you fixing the uniforms over your combat suits.

“Now that we’re done playing dress up, get back to escaping,” Yoongi said, and you could practically hear him roll us eyes over the comm. “No one’s in the stairway, but I can’t say how long that’ll last.”

Taking Yoongi’s advice, the three of you started down the long, now empty hall, towards the door to the main stairway.

“This is bringing back so many memories,” Jimin hummed, moving to fall in step next to Jungkook. "Remember when we first met?" He asked dreamily looking over at Jungkook with a smile.

"You mean the time when you handed me a gun and told me to impress you or you’d toss me back in the street?" Jungkook deadpanned.

You pace slowed, then stopped as you passed a door that caught your attention. You looked back at Jimin and Jungkook still walking ahead, then peeked back through the window.

"We were just joking." Jimin rolled his eyes, voice echoing slightly as they continued down the hall. Jungkook gave him an unimpressed look. "No really, we were. We'd never have thrown you out, we knew from the moment we saw you that there was something special about you."

“Was it how naive and gullible I was?" Jungkook quipped back.

Your eyes studied the door once again, seeing a name plate that read ‘HJ’. Almost on instinct, you struck the doorknob, breaking it and the lock mechanism and moved inside carefully in case of any alarms. After a moment of silence, you determined that, one, there were no alarms, and two, your suspicions were right. You were inside Hongjoong’s office. The picture on the desk and notebook filled with hurried handwriting with reminders of dates for meetings confirmed that. Your eyes scanned the room, bosses always kept valuable stuff in their personal spaces.

You peeled your head back into the hall. Jimin and Jungkook were focused on marching ahead. You would have to make this quick, you didn’t have time to rifle around the room to your hearts content. You looked around the room, digging through drawers and cabinets. You found a gold watch, a thin Diamond necklace, and a bag full of money. You pocketed the watch and necklace (authentic and classy), leaving the money (you had plenty of your own), and finally stumbled upon what you were looking for in the bottom drawer of his desk: a simple black safe. The outside looked plain but it was high quality, had you not been better trained it might’ve taken you a while to pop open. But you made quick work of it using one of the Bobby pins pinning your hair back from your face.

Inside, there was more money, a photo of eight men (one of them Hongjoong, the rest you weren’t sure), and at the very back, under an envelope, a sparkly gold flash drive. You snatched it up, closing everything back up the way you found it, and rushed back out into the stairway. Hardly a minute had gone by, and you moved to catch up with your teammates.

As you pushed the door open and hopped down the stairs to catch up with them, Jimin and Jungkook turned to you with confusion. “Where were you?” Jimin asked, not even noticing you had slipped away.

“I thought I saw one of the guards getting back up. We’re all clear.” You dismissed, tucking a hair behind your ear. Jungkook shot you a suspicious look, but didn’t ask anything, and the three of you continued on.

“Everybody up, the intruders are still in the building somewhere, I want every floor searched!” A voice shouted below you, a flood of guards rushing up the stairs. You forced yourself to relax and look like you know what you were doing, sending a pointed look at Jimin and Jungkook to do the same.

“Where are you two going? The intruders are supposed to be on the upper floors.” A passing guard asked you, eyeing you suspiciously.

“We went up there and didn’t see them so we’re searching the floors below.” You explained, adding some irritation into your tone to make it seem like you were annoyed he was interrupting you.

“I see,” he nodded. “Spread out to some of the lower floors, it’s possible they may have moved already!” He yelled out to the others, moving past you. You shot a satisfied look at Jimin, continuing down the stairs.

“That was easy,” You breathed as you exited onto the main. You smiled over at the other two with you, Jimin pouting at the fact that your plan worked. “I think we’ll be able to walk right out the door in these.”

“Hey you!” A voice yelled behind you. “Where are you going?” You turned, seeing a man stride up to you, with narrowed eyes.

“We’re searching the lower floors for the intruders.” You answered.

“Shouldn’t you be with your squad? Where’re your badges? And your pins?” A look of realization crossed his face. “Unless… you’re the—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Jimin had whipped out his gun, planting a bullet square between his eyebrows. He toppled over, lying in the floors within seconds.

“Jimin!” You gasped.

“What?” He asked, stepping over the body and continuing to the other stairs Yoongi mentioned.

“You just killed him?” Jungkook questioned.

“Yeah. He was about to blow our cover.”

“We didn’t have to kill him so quickly,” you sighed. “We could’ve knocked him out, immobilized him and stuffed him in a closet somewhere, or—“

“I think there’s something I’m not understanding here. If they die, they can’t get back up. Isn’t that best way to immobilize someone?” Jimin raised an eyebrow at you.

“Stop arguing. Your exit is going to be on your left, main entrance past the lobby. It’s deserted right now, but you won’t have long until they start to search down here, too.” Yoongi interrupted you. You sighed and dropped it, Jimin would never listen to you about anything without a fight and now was not the time. Getting out of here was of the utmost importance and no amount of arguing would fix a dead body.

Finally, after what seemed like endless walking, the exit doors were finally in sight, and the night sky was calling you through the windows.

“Where are you three headed?” A voice came from behind you, stopping you all in your tracks.

“I swear to god…” Jimin hissed under his breath, as the three of you turned around, irritated at being repeatedly questioned. A man stood there, authoritative in his stance, staring down each of you suspiciously. He was wearing different clothes form the others with more badges and shiny pins, and had a keener look in his eye. Something told you it’d be harder to trick him than the others. “We’re searching this level for the intruders.” Jimin spouted the same excuse you had used with the others.

However, this man seemed undeterred. “Are you sure?” The man asked, not believing your answer so easily. Your hand shook slightly before you reigned it in. “If you’re looking so carefully, why was there a dead body on the pathway you just came from?”

Jungkook answered, but you had seen him look the guy up and down the same way you had, and that he had come to the same conclusion. This man wouldn’t believe a word you said. “The intruders must’ve just gone that way, we’ll go look for them there—“ he said, forcing his tone to be level and casual, trying to get out the situation anyways.

“No.” The man said. His voice was deathly calm as a squad of guards started to emerge from behind him. “I don’t think you will.” He lifted his hand, pointing at you with a sharp smile as seemingly every guard in the building filed into the large lobby room. “Get them.” He commanded, and instantly the guards charged towards you, guns and batons raised. You tried to stay near Jungkook, but they separated you all from each other, forcing you back against a wall.

You fought back their attacks, managing to keep the guards from landing a hit on your body while staying close enough to use their bodies as cover from the gunfire. Irritation grew as you fought off the seeming infinite flow of people moving in on you. You were getting sweaty and hot and you could feel the excess fabric slowing you down. You growled, the frustration getting unbearable, and ripped the shirt you were wearing off, wrapping the torn fabric around a man’s arm and using his trapped hand to flip him over your shoulder. Next, the pants were ripped off and tied around the neck of a man who charged you, pulling it tight until he went limp in your arms and slumped to the floor. You reached down to a knife strapped to your thigh and slashed out around you, cutting and slicing some of the guards, spraying blood into the air and floor. While they were stumbling back from you, you took the chance to rip the seams cutting off the movement of your arms and legs, making it easier to rip off the sleeves and pant legs of your jumpsuit.

With more range to kick and jump, you could easily flip over the enemies and dodge their attacks, jumping out of the way in just the right moment to make them charge at each other and redirecting their weight to throw them around and knock them to the ground. You used your knife like an extension of your arm, slicing and stabbing, and slowly less and less guards got back up to challenge you.

You fought swiftly like a hurricane, spinning and attacking the horde surrounding you from all angles, striking them in the chest, groin, head, whatever you could hit. This was your element, hand to hand combat where you could just let yourself go on autopilot, groans of pain around you tuned out as you focused on hitting all their weak spots. After a while of fighting, you were finally able to look around you and locate where Jimin and Jungkook were, moving to get closer to them and make sure thay were okay.

Luckily, they seemed to be holding their own well, Jungkook was punching back at the people attacking him, ducking and dodging under attacks swiftly, moving in when his enemy had an opening and knocking them out cold with a right hook. Jimin was ducked behind a pillar, stealthily taking down the people wielding guns in the room down with his own pistol. Bodies dropped around the room in quick succession as he landed precise shots on each of them.

You caught Jimin’s eyes while you fought, glancing over for a brief second and seeing already him staring right at you while he reloaded with a glint of darkness in his eyes as they seemed to rake down your form. What was that look about? It wasn’t the usual hate and annoyance he had in his eyes but more of a deep heat, the kind that simmered in your core. You shook the thought away, choosing to focus on making your way over to where Jungkook was.

Jungkook looked over as you made your way to him. “That’s a nice look on you.” He smiled, pointing to your now completely bare thighs, narrowly dodging under a punch being thrown as him. “Mind if I borrow your knife?”

You tossed it to him while sweeping the leg of a guard creeping up next to you. Now that you had cleared the way, more bullets were being fired, making you have to stay low and duck around things to stay out of sight. Jungkook had used your knife to cut open the top part of his jumpsuit, the loose sleeves hindering his movements. You smiled at his toned chest on display, the black tank top under the suit clinging to his skin like a second skin. “That’s a good look for you,” you repeated his words teasingly as you stood behind a nearby pillar for cover.

You settled against the pillar, catching your breath as you took out your own gun. You didn’t like to shoot people. It was too permanent a fate, and felt cowardly, especially if the person wasn’t fighting back. But in situations like these, a well placed bullet was useful in at least slowing people down. You took your aim as you peeked out from behind your pillar, shooting your enemies’ shoulder or leg to disarm and distract them. Jungkook shouldered in next to you behind the pillar, taking a breather and using the chance to scan the room, much more empty than when you all began fighting. “Yoongi, get to the exit, we should be able to escape soon.” He said into the comm.

“You sure?” Yoongi’s voice answered in your earpiece. He had been watching over the cameras to let you all know if more guards were coming and from where, but their forces were dwindling for a while now. The only people left in the building were already inside the room with you, and you had found the exit so his assistance was no longer needed. It was a miracle they didn’t know Yoongi was in the building too, or else he might’ve had the same troubles you were facing.

“Yes, we’ll be fine.” Jimin jumped into the conversation, agreeing with Jungkook. You eyed his figure across the room, ducked behind an upturned table as he reloaded his gun. “Make sure you get to safety and call Jin. Once he pulls up, we’ll all make a break for the car and leave.”

“Understood. You guys are on your own now, be safe.”

Jimin moved closer to you guys, rolling and ducking behind a pillar near where you and Jungkook were hiding. “Well, this mission became a bit messier than expected.” He said, leaning out to fire a few shots then moved back into cover.

“You could say that again.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “But you always did underestimate others.” He scoffed, turning to beat up a couple guards who had approached your position.

Jimin shrugged unapologetically. “Still though, this reminds me of old times.” Jimin said out to Jungkook while shooting. “I’m so glad we can run missions together again. It’s going to be so much more fun now, and you can show me the skills you picked up when you were away from home—“

“Oh my god, Jimin, I don’t know why you guys are so obsessed with me when it was you who threw our relationship away in the first place!” Jungkook snapped, punching the guys he was fighting extra hard in his anger.

Jimin scoffed in disbelief, glancing over at him. “What are you talking about? We did nothing but love and cherish and spoil you, we gave you everything!”

“Right, having other people in our house and in our bed was loving and cherishing me, I get it.” Jungkook hissed at him sarcastically.

“What? Jungkook, those people didn’t matter.” Jimin rolled his eyes, leaning out to fire more shots.

“If they didn’t matter, why were they there?!” Jungkook yelled. “Who knows, it would’ve just been a matter of time until I didn’t matter to you either!”

Jimin froze, tone filled with concern and confusion. “Is that what you think?”

However, before Jungkook could even answer, a bullet shot across the room, lodging itself right into Jimin’s chest, and down he went. You and Jungkook rushed towards him behind he even hit the ground, pulling him fully behind the pillar for cover.

“Jimin, can you hear me?!” You exclaimed, sitting him up against it as he heaved for breath.

He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping. “Yes, stop shouting. I-I’m fine, I just need to…”

“Don’t you dare close your eyes right now! You need to get up so we can walk out of here.” Jungkook yelled, kneeling down next to him watching his face closely.

Jimin shook his head. “No, no, you guys, you have to leave me.”

“No—!“ You both protested.

“—I’ll be dead weight. Literally. It’s not worth it, go. You’ll get away faster if you leave me, I can hold back some of the guards—“ Jimin said, arm weakly reaching out for his gun, thrown to the floor a couple feet away from him.

“In your condition? Sure, you’ll be real capable. Stop spouting nonsense and get the fuck up!” Jungkook shouted. He tapped his earpiece, making sure Yoongi could hear him. “Hello? Yoongi, Jin, we need you here immediately, Hurry up!”

“We’re on our way, get outside and we’ll be there in a minute.”

You looked up at Jungkook, taking in deep breaths as you readied yourself for your next steps, tucking Jimin’s gun back into his belt and handing yours to Jungkook. “Jungkook, clear my path. Jimin, this is gonna hurt.” You hefted Jimin up over your shoulder as Jungkook took your gun, wielding his and yours as he fired at anyone in your way. You rushed past him while he held the door open for you, firing at anyone aiming at your back and the people who followed you out as you shielded Jimin from any danger in your arms, running out towards the perimeter gates.

The sound of a car rolling up in the trees to your left caught your attention, you hurrying over to it as Jin got out after seeing Jimin hurt. He quickly scanned his body, worry all over his face. “What happened—?!”

“What do you think happened? Get back in the car so we can leave!” Jungkook said after catching up with you all, pulling open the back door.

“He got shot close to his heart, he’s losing too much blood! I have to start treating his injuries now or else he might not make it back home.” Jin explained as he got a better look at him.

“Fine, I’ll fucking drive.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, climbing into the front seat that Jin left open.

“Yoongi, help me.” Jin asked the pale man, who nodded, the two of them quickly getting to work.

You handed Jimin to Jin and hopped in the passenger seat next to Jungkook while Yoongi, Jin and Jimin took up the backseat, turning it into a makeshift operating room within seconds. You looked back seeing Jin had pulled out tweezers, needles, and bandages from a compartment in the car.

Jungkook hit the gas, speeding you away from the base.

Jin reprimanded, ranting as he tried to keep his hands steady pulling the bullet out of Jimin’s shoulder. “Easy on the gas pedal, we’re working back here, and if you break my car—“

Jungkook cut him off, talking to you as he glanced in the rear view mirror. “They’re following us.”

“Jungkook, keep the car steady.” You commanded. Snatching Jimin’s gun from his belt, you opened up the sun roof, standing up on the middle console and aiming at the car following behind you.

Using his gun, you understood Jimin’s urge to brag about it— his gun was exceptionally powerful and efficient, the bullets fired out of the gun easily popping the tires and shattering the window of the cars behind you, making them swerve off the road. You fired at the line of cars until there were no more left, watching them pile up on the side of the road. Jungkook did his best to keep his driving smooth, easily gliding around sharp turns to not jostle you, not that it would’ve mattered. You were built for stuff like this, and nothing would’ve kept you from hitting your mark.

Inside the car, laying across the seats, Jimin stared up at you, vision spinning and hearing hazy as Jin hastily tried to stabilize him in the backseat, watching you handle his gun with ease, and from the sound of tires screeching behind them, he guessed you were doing a good job at it. You should’ve left him back there, it would’ve been so easy, escaping would’ve been much less messy if you left him behind and jumped into the getaway car. It’s what he would’ve done if you or Jungkook were shot and it’s what any of the other guys would’ve done if they were on this mission with him instead. They didn’t like to think about it, but self preservation comes before anything and the path of least resistance usually bears the best results. If they couldn’t keep themselves alive, then they were no use anyways.

But here you were, standing above him on the center console like a guardian angel, and in the moments before his vision started to go dark he could’ve sworn he saw wings. You ducked back into the car, done dealing your justice, and looked down at him. Weirdly, there was worry in your eyes.

“We’re getting you home safe Jimin. I can promise you that.” You said, and he believed you. His eyes closed.

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One Winged Feathers are EVERYWHERE: Part 2

Summary: Sephiroth's wing appears before Crisis Core. Angeal and Genesis help Sephiroth take control of his suddenly appearing wing. This big silver ball of stress needs all the help he can get. At very least, help with cleaning up all the disobedient black plumes in his life…

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One Winged Adaptation

How did they end up like this?

It started out simple enough, both his closest friends asking questions and clarifications about this suddenly appeared limb. Sometimes a simple yes or no sufficed, while others required extending and moving the wing as described, to the best of his control. Perhaps it was one of the times he demonstrated the limb, with more weak willed feathers leaving the black mass to the freedom of the air, that gave Genesis the idea they both were currently participating in.

Sephiroth was sitting on one of the round, wooden stools for the island in his kitchen, no back or cushion for the feathers to sneak their way into and complete freedom for the wing to move however it willed. Genesis rotated between sitting and standing behind the wing with a hair brush, various sized combs, and even chopsticks to weave and organize through the ever-shedding mass. The polished oak chopsticks were surprisingly effective against the large primary feathers, separating with almost individual precision, and the combs and brushes fought through the incredulousness of feather down and coverts. Genesis honestly spent time Moogling the different types of feathers on a wing between brushes and questions.

“Stop moving,” Genesis complained, holding the limb with his free hand and brushing with the other, even though Sephiroth himself stayed still as a statue on the stool.

“It does, what it wants,” He tried to defend, his body tense from the pampering and scolding eyes of his friend.

“I know,” He spoke with surprising kindness before hardening again, “But perhaps it takes an outside order to control your wing? It was worth a shot at least.” He switched from the chopsticks to the comb, the hard plastic running through the medium feathers.

Sephiroth crossed his arms to prevent interruptions, but the wing caught the small frustration and bent back. He heard a scoff of annoyance behind him, as well as felt the edge of the feathers tap against his friend.

“Well, at least you can let everyone know what you’re thinking now,” Genesis grumbled with no animosity, mainly to let out his own frustration, yet also a tiny jab at his friend’s lack of emotion. Which, he would admit, was getting better.

Sephiroth only let out a soft sigh in response. The wing relaxed slightly, and the redhead wasted no time and returned to his task.

“I think I found something,” Angeal spoke, and both other Firsts looked at him. He was across the island, leaning against the counter as he researched on his phone. What he specifically thought of discovering answers for was less consistent than they expected. “I think your feathers are shedding from stress.”

Sephiroth glared, more than slightly annoyed that the only conclusion any of them came to was that simple when it had a wing break out of his back. “Stress?” The wing flared in exaggeration of his emotions, which was perfect for combing, so Genesis did not complain.

“According to this,” He started before reading allowed, “‘excess feather loss can be caused by molting, stress, feather destructive behavior-’”

“What the hell is ‘feather destructive behavior’?” Genesis mocked.

Angeal ignored his friend’s comment and continued, “excessive preening, and viruses.” He sent a sharp glare to Sephiroth. “Only one of these describes you.”

Sephiroth looked away, blocking the gaze from his eyes with his bangs and lowering his head silently. The wing curled around his shoulder in a silent shield. “...I’m only getting my work done. I don’t see the problem-”

“I’m sure you do now.” Angeal gestured to the obvious problem in the room.

He winced slightly at the jab, the wing tightening once more.

“Will you stop?” Genesis questioned their dark haired comrade over the mass of feathers, his irritated look hopefully stabbing enough to prevent more comments. “You’re pissing it off.” The ‘it’ was obviously directed at the feathered limb, and not the man it was attached to.

Angeal’s eyes narrowed inquisitively. Something about that comment rang a bell, but he waited to comment on it. Instead, he backed off, and he thought of all the bad habits Sephiroth retained during these overworked periods. “Sephiroth, have you eaten anything today?”

“Just a protein shake,” He answered coolly before gesturing to it with his right hand, a few feathers extending in presentation. “I didn’t want to burn it on the stove by accident.”

“Aren’t you immune to fire?” Genesis asked as he rapidly took the opportunity to continue grooming. Neither one of his friends knew where this sudden desire came from. He didn’t even keep his apartment clean half the time, with papers of various sources and flowers from various admirers scattered all over the ground.

“...” He paused. Somehow, through his exhaustion, he didn’t consider his immunity. He only knew that he knew nothing about this frustrating wing. “...I didn’t know if it was.”

It. It? It it it. That was it. That’s what stuck out to Angeal. Even throughout Sephiroth’s tale, he treated the wing as a separate entity. Never ‘his’ wing, only ‘it’, an object separate from his being. Both he and Genesis adapted his speech pattern immediately, only ever calling his wing ‘it’, despite the basic fact that ‘it’ is a part of him. “I have another idea.”

They both looked at the other First with brows raised.

“About how to get rid of your wing.”

Genesis suddenly backed off, as if somehow this new bit of information would cause the wing to spontaneously combust. Sephiroth only watched with the slightest shine of desperation in his eyes.

“You’re not thinking like your wing is a part of you.”

His inhuman eyes squinted in silent confusion. “What.”

“Think of your wing like your sword,” He flicked his head toward the impressive length of steel on the mantel. “Anytime you use it in battle, you treat it as a part of you. That’s one of the first lessons of sword play: the sword is an extension of your arm. You lose it, you die.” Their eyes returned to him so he continued. “Every time you talk about your wing, it’s… well, ‘its’ own thing. Not ‘your’ wing. Not a part of you.”

Angeal might have a point. The only time this wing perfectly obeyed him, was in training. Combat. An extension of himself. He glanced away, bright sky-blue eyes swimming with potential new ways of thinking. But every technique required the same downfall: time, which he did not have. Well, which he didn’t want to waste for this annoying limb again. His annoying limb. He groaned softly in starting frustration. How was he supposed to treat this wing like it was a part of him?

“Why don’t we spar?” Genesis suggested casually as he placed the instruments on the table behind him.

“Absolutely not,” Angeal reprimanded. “You know how you get when you two train.”

“Just, humor me,” The redhead pushed without explanation, looking to Sephiroth rather than their more responsible friend.

“You will burn a hole in this apartment if I do.”

Sephiroth saw the glint in his eyes. Genesis understood. Somehow both of them followed the same wavelength. In battle, the wing was his. It may well be the first step to controlling it- his wing.

“So, what does the owner of this apartment say?”

Sephiroth nodded once, standing from the stool. “Let’s do it.”

Genesis smirked triumphantly as Angeal glared hard.

He still didn’t understand completely, but he hoped with everything he had that these two would not blow up the building to figure this out. “Fine.” He squinted hard at his older friend’s growing grin. “But absolutely no materia.” That wasn’t enough. Genesis had lost rules in competition before, even though at the moment he nodded in victorious obedience. “Better yet,” He watched both eyes turn to curiosity, “give me your materia.”

He scoffed. “Come on, Angeal-”

“Done,” Sephiroth's deeper voice cut him off as he moved through his apartment and unmounted his blade. Without wasting a moment, he ejected the gleaming orbs from the hilt, each one emitting a soft glow of either green or blue. He placed all nine of them on the table without hesitation.

Genesis groaned, following his example but at a much slower pace as he mocked Angeal’s cautiousness with pouting faces and annoyed rocks of his head.

Angeal accepted this extremely mature display and grabbed the two large mixing bowls from a cabinet for each of their separate equipment, which he knew his friend owned because they were a gift from him. Sephiroth realized immediately and placed his into one calmly, even the- his wing relaxing a bit at the lack of the threat. The final First tossed each shining sphere in, the orbs landing with clanks and crashes against the metal. They would be fine, so none of them were worried.

Genesis swiftly moved to the cleared out living room, scanning the area around him. He grew a look of faint disgust, not at the room itself, but the lack of space within it. He extended his blade and span in a circle, unhappy with the claustrophobic conditions. Sephiroth looked with a cramped tightness in his heart, his wing tensing around his arm protectively.

Angeal sighed as now they realized a problem with their sudden sparring. The two of them could maybe fit in a circle without causing too many problems. Circle. Wait. “Why don’t you try tournament style?”

Genesis's eyes lit up. “That’s perfect!”

“What.”

“Can we mark your floor?” The redhead asked energetically.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sephiroth stared blankly.

Angeal explained the concept of fighting within a specific area as well as what a ‘ring out’ meant in terms of sparring in this specific situation. Genesis was too busy digging through drawers to find the poor tool that would mark the ground, eventually settling on opaque white tape. Sephiroth understood the concept fairly quickly, but hesitated to ask how they would test if he could control it- his wing outside of combat. He groaned again.

Angeal answered simply, “After each ring out, try to wrap it around yourself.”

Before he could process the suggestion, the redhead chimed in, “Do you think you'll pass out again if you manage?”

He gave a small but playful glare.

Genesis let out a single laugh at the reaction, adjusting his stance and preparing for Angeal to act as their referee.

* * *

Gods bless and curse the accelerated delivery services for First Class SOLDIERs. They all stayed in the apartment, relying on deliveries for sustenance, for the past eight hours, yet none of them felt the day waste away. Angeal did not mention it, but it was absolutely mesmerizing to watch the way Sephiroth’s wing adjusted for combat, dodging every strike, every stab, every slash in perfect harmony with the Silver Soldier. Although, he quickly noticed, due to the limited space, that hand to hand combat would be just as beneficial as swordplay. Sephiroth never lost, never stepping out of the ring even a single time in their consecutive sparring matches, yet Genesis kept fighting. Well, both of them did between delivery breaks, enjoying the spoils from either local restaurants or the employee lounge from many floors above. To Genesis's credit, he managed to keep himself under control, his snaps of frustration and rivalry rarely lasting more than the next failure.

“Ring out,” Angeal announced again as Genesis glared down at the offending ankle he pushed back with.

He only groaned, obviously tired and burning out, but every time Angeal suggested rotations, he was shut down. He pushed himself out of the ring and panted before speaking. “Okay. Try again.”

Sephiroth nodded before closing his eyes and attempting to command his wing. Last attempted, he managed to make it twitch. He hoped that was a sign of progress. He started taking control of the feathers, extending and contracting them like his own fingers. More control, more precise, his, his, his.

His surprise soared when he finally, finally, wrapped his large wing around himself, the same way as when he passed out. It lightly grazed his body, coating him in a comforting feeling, however, not nearly with the intensity of his forced sleep.

After so many hours of attempts, the other two Firsts were giddy with success. “Mission accomplished,” Angeal affirmed with a triumphant smirk.

“We did it!” Genesis cheered, a hand in the air in victory. “There is no hate, only joy!”

Angeal almost rolled his eyes at the quote, but they all genuinely needed this breakthrough, so he let Loveless slide.

While they were celebrating, Sephiroth eyed his wing curiously, moving his black feathers, tightening and recoiling his wing around his body. He extended his new limb to his full wing span, not noticing their nearly intimidated reactions at the act, both of them taking a small step back as they watched with cautious curiosity. He was calmer, but not with overflowing excitement like his red haired friend. He wrapped his wing around him one final time, his feathers smoothing against his skin, before they began dissipating. From the end of his black limb, his feathers flew off and evaporated like shadows. They grew from the ends to his actual joint, and faded away just as well, following his wing from the tip to his back, returning to completely unblemished skin, as if it never existed in the first place.

Gone. It was finally gone.

Angeal watched with soft confusion while Genesis almost seemed disappointed, but the relief on Sephiroth’s face was unmatched. He didn’t feel any lighter. He might actually feel heavier without it, but he was so relaxed, no longer worried about the mess of his apartment and the various damage it caused because it was finally gone. “Thank you,” He spoke softly, refusing to move from his current place.

“No,” Genesis countered as he approached the silver soldier, “no, you don’t get to do this after today.”

Sephiroth didn’t know what to expect and took a single step back when suddenly he found Genesis'’ arms wrapped around him and pulling him into what could only be a real hug. “Genesis, what-” He could speak or think straight, confusion and warmth flowing through him and trapping his words in his throat.

“Shut up,” He quipped quickly. “You need this. Just take it.” Genesis held him in silence for a few more seconds, feeling the younger man awkwardly return the gesture, choppy and still unpracticed at participating in such displays, tense but trying to relax. He never voiced it, but whatever Sephiroth was thinking when the wing appeared absolutely hurt him. Genesis knew it. Angeal knew it. This was the only way they could convey that, even when Angeal abruptly joined in.

A few seconds passed as all three of them struggled to conceal their rapid thoughts. Yet before any new anxieties could form in any of them, both friends backed off, allowing the silver soldier to breathe within the circle still taped on the floor.

For now, Sephiroth only stood in stunned silence.

“Let’s take a break,” Angeal suggested, gaining both of their agreeing eyes. “Then we can clean this place up.”

They all agreed, moving one of the couches in a usable position and falling back into it.

“I have to say,” Genesis began, “even with all things considered, I want that wing.”

Sephiroth gave him a perplexed look while Angeal nodded.

“I’d just want it to sleep.”

“Ha!” Genesis laughed before quieting quickly. “But you can’t deny that wing does wonders in combat.”

“You seem to enjoy grooming it more,” Sephiroth mentioned casually, though a hidden mockery in his voice wasn’t completely unnoticeable.

“Like you don’t enjoy brushing your hair?” He countered.

Sephiroth only smirked. “Fair point.” At the unreturned playful attack, Genesis smirked in victory.

Angeal suddenly grunted and stood up. “Apologizes, I forgot something.” He walked to the kitchen as they both watched him and dug through the cabinet under the sink. He took out…a bottle of dish soap. “You’ll need this,” was his only unprompted explanation as he took the bottle to the bathroom and returned without it, to both of their questioning glares.

“Why do I need that?”

“For cleaning feathers. In case this happens again.”

Sephiroth squinted, running the scenario through his mind. It was possible, but something in him denied that this would happen the same way twice. Now he could feel his wing, only when he thought about it, otherwise an unconscious feeling, like breathing or blinking. His wing was, well, his now. He had control over it, but it wouldn’t just fade away. This wing is a part of him. “Thank you.”

As Angeal returned, Genesis questioned curiously, “Do you think you can take it out again or is it gone forever?”

‘It was absolutely possible’ was his first thought. “I don’t believe I should test that so soon.”

“If you do it now, we’re here to help you clean.” He never looked at the man in question, his head knocked back on the cushions with no intent of returning upright. “Can’t make any promises later.”

That was a good point, no matter how much he did not want to attempt it right now. Sephiroth stood with a silent groan and moved to the middle of the open area.

“Genesis, this is a bad idea,” Angeal stated.

“Oh, he’ll be fine.” He glanced back at the raven haired friend, “If not, I’m always down for another round.”

“You are absolutely not-”

“Oh come on, I'll be fine-”

They continued their expected bickering, but Sephiroth no longer focused on them. He closed his eyes and targeted the feeling in his back. His wing. He wanted it back, even if it’s only for the test. He mentally, carefully pulled at the feeling, his own body barely tingling in reaction. Not enough. It needed to be stronger, faster, undelicate and precise, exactly how he is with a blade. He wants his wing. His. He reached inside himself for that single cord, yanking the moment he felt a grip.

The black wing exploded out of his back with a confetti of feathers, the loud flap ringing through their ears and shocking some of their exhaustion away. However, Sephiroth wrapped his wing around him, willing it back inside, and made it dissipate again. He didn’t want it out right now. Maybe when he goes to bed, he’ll wrap himself in it and cocoon himself in the warm embrace.

Now he had complete control.

Genesis cheered, arms thrown in the air as Angeal sighed in relief. Sephiroth exhaled with a small smile. He finally felt normal again, completely in control, no longer at the whims of his own body. They basked in their victory for a moment, but then Angeal hit them with news they didn’t want to hear.

“We should start cleaning soon.”

Genesis groaned, flopping back into the couch. “Five more minutes!”

Sephiroth chuckled and agreed with the small break. Gods knew they needed it before they hunted down every last unruly feather.

* * *

The next afternoon, Angeal and Genesis summoned Sephiroth for an excursion, who absolutely jumped at the chance to do anything while stuck in his final day of unofficial suspension from his work account, or a ‘forced vacation’ as Genesis put it. They told him they were leaving the city and only that it would be fun, whatever it was. He prayed they weren’t taking him to Gold Saucer or some other common ‘fun’ place. Although, there was something subtle about the way they explained their destination, and Sephiroth quickly realized it was due to the officer driving their vehicle. He looked out the window and tried to triangulate their destination as he conversed with his two friends.

Little did he know they would be in this car for the next six hours.

Genesis started fidgeting around hour two, eager to arrive. He only voiced his impatience once before they absorbed it into another topic of conversation. The remaining Firsts were calm, more reserved in their eagerness to arrive.

They arrived at their destination: behind a cliff, in the middle of nowhere. The driver said they would return the next morning, and to be careful on the mission.

Mission?

Genesis barely managed to hide a laugh. Ah. So that’s how they roped an officer into their private excursion.

“Why are we here?” Sephiroth finally asked once alone. This barren place had nothing special, just cliffs, rocks, and the occasional reptile which slithered rapidly from one rock to the next. The dim land glowed a low orange, shadows scraping for miles as the sun descended below the horizon.

“To spar,” Angeal put simply, drawing his sword before glancing at the eldest First. “But to consider our collateral damage as well.”

The redhead glared at the comment with a short huff.

“I have no objections. Will you be joining us as well, Genesis?”

He crossed his arms, a small smirk on his face. “I’ll wait for the fun part. You two have fun.”

Odd.

Extremely odd.

Sephiroth had no idea what they planned, but he played along.

Angeal always fought well, starting with a warmup and growing to a reasonable peak. He knew when to keep fighting and when to hold back, something Sephiroth understood to a lesser extent. His skill over his own self control absolutely landed him that new apprentice, who was still a handful despite the better teachings of him rather than Sephiroth or, probably worse, Genesis, who did not have the patience or the care to teach his ways.

About two hours later, the crisp stars blinked in the sky, no bright moon to add to its beauty. At least not yet.

“Alright!” Genesis interrupted their match, immediately drawing his elegant red blade. “Now it’s time for the real thing.” He locked his gaze with Sephiroth's confused eyes. “Take off your coat,” He commanded, and Sephiroth had absolutely no intention of doing so without further explanation. “And take out your wing.”

Oh. Okay, that made a lot more sense. They planned this night to test his full capabilities with his wing. Here his wing was free, no walls or ceiling to continuously slam his ebony wing into, no furniture to knock over and no floors to overflow with the ever-scattering feathers.

Genesis only curled his smirk a bit higher, knowing his idea was an irresistible deal to the silver soldier.

Sephiroth didn’t answer, but he did remove his armor and coat. After a moment of sharp focus, his wing broke out of his back.

Genesis grinned. Angeal took out a phone, gaining the winged man’s gaze immediately.

“I’m recording so we can analyze the footage,” Their dark haired friend explained simply. No training room, no replays. This was the best they had If they were to keep this fact hidden.

Sephiroth nodded and lifted his blade over his shoulder. The challenge in the eldest First'’ mako green eyes was all the signal he needed to begin.

They fought beautifully, gracefully, no longer limited by a circle on the ground. The rings of their blades were celebratory bells, singing in joy at their competitive battle. Swooping, dodging, unbalanced and rebalanced, they danced around metal, adapting quickly to every attack the other initiated.

Until Angeal called them over.

Sephiroth grew confused, but Genesis nodded and gestured to their friend quickly. What happened?

Angeal showed him the video of only a few seconds ago, where he glided through the air in an ark no one could create with only a jump and did not touch the ground, despite the clear option to do so.

Did he…?

There was absolutely no way.

“Did you notice at all?” Angeal asked.

Sephiroth shook his head. “No. I just did what felt natural.” He eyed the video sharply. “That isn’t aerodynamically possible.”

“You just flew towards me to get the upper hand five seconds ago," Genesis interjected. “I don’t need aerodynamics to know what I just saw.”

Sephiroth stood in silent shock, unable to decide what to do next.

Angeal, as always, gave the only guidance he could. “...you just said you did what felt natural. So just…do what feels natural?”

The Silver Soldier tried to analyze how he felt, how his instincts naturally changed with his wing out. He focused on the feeling again, similar to the string he pulled to release his wing. Could he really do it? It felt stupid, even the thought of flapping his wing like a bird.

“Sephiroth.”

He refused to try, it felt better to just hold his mental grip on this for now. Maybe he can manipulate it from here-

“Sephiroth!” This time, Genesis got his attention, his inhuman eyes a bit surprised at the intensity of the call. “You’re floating.”

What. He looked down, his feet dangling maybe a foot or two above the ground.

“How does it feel?” Angeal asked with a smirk, but Sephiroth's eyes were wide, extremely wide.

Oh.

This felt amazing, incredible, absolute freedom. Suddenly his inner child pulled the cord for him and, without responding in the slightest, he flapped his wing and shot into the air.

Both his friends followed the dark silver dot that suddenly blazed across the sky.

Oh by all the holy Gods this was fun. So Much Fun. He watched the land below with excited eyes, an uncontrollable smile on his face. Everything was so small: trees, mountains, rivers, cities, oceans, everything. He’d seen it all on helicopters before, but here, supported only by his wing, it was nothing short of absolute freedom. He turned to fly with his back to the planet.

The stars were so big. He swore there were more of them, glittering in the astral plane of the cosmos. One of them even twinkled red. At first it seemed like a plane, but there was no sound, and it wasn’t moving. Was that the closest star? So close he could see the color with his naked eyes?

He never wanted to come down. The wind in his hair unlocked an unknown feeling in him, far more than his closest comparison of pride. Much more than pride. He had no idea he could fly at all, let alone fly this fast. He would’ve loved this as a kid. Hell, he loved it now, ignoring all consequences and following the instincts of his body and his childlike mind. He flew over the Chocobo farm, over Kalm, around all eight of the reactors in Midgar; spinning, and flipping, and weaving through the world without hesitation, before he dared return to his friends at the cliff.

He felt free, from both the gravity of The Planet and his own worries and fears and anxieties. He could do whatever he wanted in the sky, no one to tell him no or give him orders or limit his options with his own concerns and overthinking.

He could do anything.

Despite his speed and unchained reactions, he landed in front of his friends with the calm gracefulness of a leaf gliding from the wind to still water.

He didn't even realize he was panting until he met his friends' gazes.

They all stared at each other in absolute shock. Sephiroth, still calming down from his excitement, laughed softly at their understandable reactions, the sound genuinely heartwarming to the other firsts. Genesis and Angeal tried to hide their own laughter, stuttering and stifling each sound under their breaths.

“Do you have any idea how long you were gone?” Genesis laughed through his own question, no longer caring about hiding, no judgment, only joy.

Sephiroth grew a soft look of confusion, still an innocent smile on his face. “Only a few minutes. Why?”

Genesis shook his head with a deep exhale. “Ohhh nooo.” He gave his friend a moment to absorb the truth before answering, “Half an hour.”

His sky blue eyes widened in shock. Half an hour? Thirty minutes? How was that even remotely possible? “What…?” He questioned breathlessly.

Angeal figured he'd break the news, but barely hid his chuckling from infecting his explanation. “We got a call from HQ to deal with this,” He held up his phone, a photo of Mako Reactor 6 with an unknown silver streak in the background, “'Unidentified Flying Object' that’s headed for this area.”

Oh my gods.

That’s it. None of them could take it. All three of them broke down laughing, nearly falling to the ground from loss of balance and need for air.

* * *

Thankfully, Shinra never discovered the UFO was him, not even with four days to analyze the videos and photos from the multiple towns he probably should’ve avoided. All three Firsts agreed they ‘took care’ of the UFO when it attacked them, and there was no body after they finished. A small reprimand later, and they were all back to their respective work. Sephiroth was glad to finally be back in his office, though much more careful about the hours he worked and when he should either leave or push to get more done. Life was finally back to normal, his wing the Firsts' little secret. But normal came with drawbacks.

Like his normal checkup with R&D and the head director himself.

He hated these, sitting in this chair, answering Hojo's annoying questions, forced to let them take blood and other samples if he wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.

Thankfully, Hojo didn’t notice anything with his back. Small victories.

“Everything’s looking perfectly healthy. I’m surprised,” Hojo mentioned casually as he scanned a chart. “Your weight and muscle mass are exactly as expected. Your cortisone levels also dropped dramatically.”

Sephiroth glared as the scientist turned to him and glanced over his black glasses.

“I must ask, what did you do differently?”

His glare hardened. “Lazard forced me to use vacation days.”

He raised a brow, disappointment in his voice. “You took days off?”

“Not by choice. Lazard locked me out of my account.”

The scientist sneered as he looked over the successful test results. “That director thinks he knows what's best for you. I decide that for you.”

“My stress levels are down. I don’t see the problem,” He stated blankly.

“The problem is every moment away from your duties will weaken you. You don’t need any extra rest or entire days away from your work. You’re better than that. You’ve always been better than that.”

He huffed. “Clearly, by your own test, that hypothesis is wrong.”

Hojo waved him off. “No matter. I'll need more tests to prove it though.”

Oh for gods’ sake. “No more samples, you’ve taken enough.” Sephiroth tensed.

“Oh I'm afraid I needed every sample to know what changed,” He was already prepping a needle as he spoke. “It’s so drastic, we simply must confirm what it is.”

“Hojo.” Sephiroth growled. He hated this. He hated every moment. He refused to feel like this, like the child with no choice. He stood up. “This assessment is over.”

“Get back in that chair.” Hojo threatened, “Or your superiors will hear of this insubordination over what we both know is a simple test.” Now his black eyes met sky blue balls of rage. “What are you trying to hide?”

Always like glass around this accursed professor. “Nothing. I just have work to catch up on.”

“You absolutely do, and this is part of it,” Hojo counted before gesturing back. “Now get in the chair, boy.”

If he denied the scientist again, he’d have no choice but to reveal his wing. He needed to keep it away, tucked deep inside of him. Gods knew what Hojo would do to his new limb if he found out.

“Fine.” Despite his better judgment, he sat in the chair and held his open right arm out expectantly.

Hojo nodded before flicking the empty needle and inserting it through Sephiroth’s skin, and every childhood memory of these tests, this pain, every experiment he forcibly participated in struck him at once.

Sephiroth’s stress spiked, and his wing broke through his coat and slammed the scientist to the far wall by curling itself instantly.

No.

His inhuman eyes went wide, his entire body wound painfully, his wing coiling around him in protection.

No no no.

The scientist let out a groan as he adjusted his glasses and looked back at the soldier. His eyes bled with terrifying curiosity, a grin slowly forming on his face.

This was it. He couldn’t hide now. This would be first page news in twelve hours, and in the Silver Elite in three. Everyone would know what he really was, what he denied the moment he woke up with this wing.

He's a monster. He's a monster. He's a monster.

“Sephiroth…” Hojo spoke breathlessly as he stood and returned, reaching for the wing with admiration in his eyes. It twitched away from his hand, tightening to the boy’s body. “How long have you had this? Is this why you took days off?”

Always as clear as glass, even when he refused to answer the question. He was frozen. He didn’t know what to do. He could run, or attack, but he couldn’t force the wing back right now. Everything was too much. His body stayed glued to its spot, like an obedient child waiting for permission to move.

“How is it in battle? Can you possibly fly with it?” Hojo’s questions weren’t going to stop. “Have you tried at all? Should I set up some training bots?”

“...” He didn't want to answer anything. He hated himself more than he hated this scientist right now, his lack of control and his sudden panic frustrated him beyond belief. He wants to hide, to dig a deep hole and just lay there, to curl under a bed because it was the only place the staff ever struggled to reach him. The wing curled further, only keeping his face visible and part of his left side, the rest of his body clenched underneath the protective feathers.

“Sephiroth, do you know what this means?” Hojo never gave him a moment to think. “This is exactly what you were born for: to be better than anyone on this planet could possibly imagine.” His hand followed the edge, grazing only the farthest feathers from the limb itself. “Its span, its power, its instincts. It’s incredible. Some may even call you an angel.”

Angel…?

An angel…

He actually calmed slightly at the word, despite who it came from. He…liked it. He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t just trained to be a war hero. He was always a hero. Always meant to help.

He was an angel. A one winged angel.

To his surprised, he was so grateful for the new term, he answered the scientist's questions with only a little hesitation.

* * *

Shinra had a field day with their new angelic SOLDIER the moment the leak was publicized. He found himself stuck in advertising for promotional photos all day, each slight lighting change requiring a completely new set to be taken. The public loved his wing, even before it was officially announced. He wasn’t completely sure how he felt about it, but he really, really liked ‘angel’. They ordered him to have the wing out when returning from battle, the few times a year he was required to walk down mainstreet with the rest of the Firsts and deal with the paparazzi. As odd as it was, every fan jumped at the opportunity to keep one of his feathers, but it still shed enough that they were honestly keeping streets clean with their obsession. So, small upsides existed to publication.

Genesis, and sometimes Angeal, pestered him for rides, because they knew the look in his eye when he would fly that night, the small bit of relief he marched through the day with. He never denied them. Genesis always gained more excitement from the flight, and he refused to leave until the wing was in tip-top condition! He got unreasonably high skills for cleaning Sephiroth’s wing. For whatever reason, it entertained Genesis, but in turn, it calmed Sephiroth to be so accepted by one of his closest friends.

Sephiroth took every opportunity to fly. No mission tonight? Flying. No assessments due in the next week? Flying. No sparring or training? Flying. Free hour between meetings? He firmly took that hour to circle each individual mako reactor, gliding like an ice dancer through the air. The Turks hated it, since they had to identify if it was truly a threat or simply Sephiroth screwing around again.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t care about making himself an inconvenience. He loved the sky, especially at night. He was so close to the stars. Maybe one day he could be among them, at least, that’s what the child inside cheered.

He felt…godlike, in the sky. Yes, that was the word he could not find on his first flight. He felt godlike. Nothing could stop him. No one would bother him. He could do whatever he wanted among the stars.

Maybe he was born for this. Not Shinra, not the war, not SOLDIER. Just him, the air, and the infinity of the stars.

He only wants one thing. One day, maybe it was just a childish dream he couldn’t get out of his head, he wanted to be closer to them. The stars, the comets, the meteors, the cosmos. Maybe he could convince the higher ups to increase funding for the space division.

He loved the idea of leaving this planet to float through the calming silence of space. He always loved the stars. Maybe one day, he could be near one. Really near one, a red glow calling and beckoning from the next closest star, a deep instinct he never knew was so strong.

In reality, he knew he was overenthusiastic, and flew back to headquarters to spend time with his two closest friends, not wanting to miss even a single moment of joy among the three of them Together.

Thanks for Reading!

<<Part 1

Author’s note: It’s finally here! I told you it was coming! This was a lot of fun to write! I’m also really glad for the support, because this fic got pretty popular pretty quickly. Found families/acceptance fics are always fun! Hope you enjoyed!

But now I am cursed with Ideas, ideas that would go into Crisis Core and degradation. With all these changes, it wouldn’t be the same, but the fic surely wouldn’t be a comedy so I didn’t want to go into that. I’m considering a sequel work (but first I need to Actually finish Tainted Child). But if you’re interested in an angst sequel, please let me know!

Thank you for reading!

#one winged problems are growing #final fantasy vii #ff7 #ffvii #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #angeal hewley #ff7 angeal #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 genesis #ff7 hojo #This was a joy to write #next up: the last chapter of Tainted Child #get ready!

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revenantghost · 2 years

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Anime Round-Up: Spring 2022

Once again, mostly doing this so I can keep track of what I’ve seen and remember to give my thoughts to peeps who asked for them. :’D I’m only including shows I enjoyed, as life is too short. My askbox is open if you have questions or want to know why I skipped one I was watching probably my memory crapping out lmao. Organized alphabetically!

Deaimon: Recipe for Happiness

Nagomu Irino returns to his Kyoto home for the first time in ten years when his father is hospitalized. Nagomu is eager to take over Ryokushou, the family's Japanese sweet shop, but he's instead asked to be a father figure to Itsuka Yukihira, the girl everyone calls the successor.

Adorable! Slice of life, very chill, lovely food, and a colorful cast of silly characters. I kinda wanted a more resolution regarding a certain character, but at the same time I feel like they ended it on a beautiful, poignant note (and opening that can of worms might take up a season by itself)

Estab-Life: Great Escape/Establishment in Life

The distant future. After reaching its peak, Earth's population fell into decline. AI was developed to help preserve the species and manage the ecosystem; a grand experiment in human diversity. Through genetic engineering, a diverse array of peoples, including beastfolk, magical beings, and more, was created to live in a diverse city separated into walled "clusters". Each cluster developed a unique culture, befitting of the people that lived there. Their lives, and the system, is continually maintained by the AI to ensure survival.

What the actual fuck, this was so good?! It’s an absolutely insane ride with ridiculous and fantastic world building and plot you’d only ever see in an anime (which is why I love anime). If you can set aside the 3D graphics--that aren’t half bad imo--and the occasional cringe moment--which, what is anime but a cringe compilation?--this was brilliant show and I’m SO STOKED for the movie.

Yuusha, Yamemasu/I'm Quitting Heroing

When Demon Queen Echidna begins her invasion of the human realm, the people turn to the hero Leo Demonheart to protect them. Blessed with insurmountable power, Leo easily repels Echidna's army, thereby saving the world. But instead of gratitude or admiration, Leo is met with disdain and scorn from his fellow humans, who fear his overwhelming strength and believe that it may eventually cause humanity's demise. Banished from the kingdom he once called home, Leo wanders aimlessly throughout the land until, one day, he hears rumors of Echidna's efforts to rebuild her army. Hoping that demonkind might accept him as an ally, he returns to the demon queen's castle and offers Echidna his help. Naturally, Echidna immediately rejects him. Still, not all hope is lost, as Leo manages to convince Echidna's four generals to let him secretly work under their supervision. Donning the identity of a masked dark knight named Onyx, Leo solves the demon army's problems one by one—gradually improving the quality of life around the castle. Above all else, however, Leo wants to accomplish one goal: to learn why Echidna started the war in the first place.

This one joins the “what the fuck, this is so good?!” category. It starts of as the endearing found family but simple story you were hoping it would be, lovely character development going deeper than you’d expect. And then there are the PLOT TWISTS!!! I won’t spoil anything, but this show legit made me tear up at the end when I thought it would be mediocre at best, please give this a shot.

Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road/The Executioner and Her Way of Life

Average student Mutou Mitsuki suddenly finds himself transported to another realm. Summoned by the king of this world for the remarkable power he is supposed to possess, Mutou is thrown out when it appears that he lacks a "Special Concept." Moping about, he encounters a priestess named Menou who explains that Japanese people like him are known as Lost Ones, and such individuals never fail to have Special Concepts. Menou elaborates that she is part of a church that helps abandoned Lost Ones integrate into society. She invites him to spend the night at her church, where the two can probe the nature of his ability. Eventually, they discover that Mutou's Special Concept is actually incredibly powerful and dangerous. But while Mutou celebrates, Menou shows her true colors and stabs him in the head, killing him instantly. Menou's goal is not to assist Lost Ones—rather, it is the opposite. Due to four infamous incidents where Lost Ones caused monumental damage, the church has ordered that the foreigners all be assassinated as soon as they are found. With Mutou eliminated, Menou must next dispatch the other Lost One summoned by the king: Akari Tokitou.

This is such a sleeper gem and I want to jump up to the rooftops and start screaming about it until my vocal chords give out. Sometimes the characters lost me a bit, but the plot is on a whole other level, the world building is superb, and it’s such a fantastic twist on isekai--and I loathe isekai. This is a true fantasy horror that keeps building and building tension and suspense with each reveal and I need to read the light novels so badly. Plus it’s wlw, which is a nice bonus.

Spy x Family

Corrupt politicians, frenzied nationalists, and other warmongering forces constantly jeopardize the thin veneer of peace between neighboring countries Ostania and Westalis. In spite of their plots, renowned spy and master of disguise "Twilight" fulfills dangerous missions one after another in the hope that no child will have to experience the horrors of war. In the bustling Ostanian city of Berlint, Twilight dons the alias of "Loid Forger," an esteemed psychiatrist. However, his true intention is to gather intelligence on prominent politician Donovan Desmond, who only appears rarely in public at his sons' school: the prestigious Eden Academy. Enlisting the help of unmarried city hall clerk Yor Briar to act as his wife and adopting the curious six-year-old orphan Anya as his daughter, Loid enacts his master plan. He will enroll Anya in Eden Academy, where Loid hopes she will excel and give him the opportunity to meet Donovan without arousing suspicion. Unfortunately for Loid, even a man of his talents has trouble playing the figure of a loving father and husband. And just like Loid is hiding his true identity, Yor—who is an underground assassin known as "Thorn Princess"—and Anya—an esper who can read people's minds—have no plans to disclose their own secrets either. Although this picture-perfect family is founded on deception, the Forgers gradually come to understand that the love they share for one another trumps all else.

I don’t think I need to say much here, the hype train has very rightfully been drooling al over this one. Want a beautiful found family that is now bound together inseparably while healing from their trauma, all whilst hiding behind a curtain of hijinks and shenanigans? (And not to mention the light of my life, dearest Anya!!!) This one’s for you! Also shout-out to that beautiful animation and ost. *chef kiss*

Vampire in the Garden

It's been a long winter for mankind, overthrown from its place of dominance after being defeated in the great war against vampires. A small city-state protected by a massive wall of light has become one of the last strongholds of the human race -its leaders determined to regain control over the world they have lost. But within the oppressive city walls, young Momo dreams of a peaceful coexistence with humans' greatest foe. On the other side, vampire queen Fine, who once loved a human, has decided to desert the battlefield. Seen as betrayers by their own kind, the two have a fateful encounter during yet another savage battle. Together they start a journey in search of "Eden," a utopic garden of peace that old stories are whispering about, but no-one has ever seen...

I would write a love letter to this one if I could--I might honestly write a poem on it (ETA: I did!!! It’s over on my creative blog @revenantghostcreates). I’ve seen this “show” (it’s really a movie in five episodes) called literary, and I’d have to agree. It’s a beautiful and tragic look at the other, and the struggle to survive in such a hostile world that viciously and voilently enforces the norm. It centers around a (unsubtly queer-coded) woman and girl trying to find happiness and light in an ink-black world. Though both main characters are undeniably wlw, it’s less of a romance than a mentorship and a friendship that develops between them and drives them to keep treading on despite and because of their grief. It was incredibly cathartic and beautiful and I’ll be sitting with this one for a long time to come.

#Anime #Deaimon #Estab-Life #Estab Life #Establishment in Life #YuuYame #Yuusha Yamemasu #I'm Quitting Heroing #Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road #Shokei Shoujo #The Executioner and Her Way of Life #Spy x Family #SpyXFamily #SXF #Vampire in the Garden #Rev Watches Anime

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killingitreservoirdogsstyle · 2 years

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some ResDogs fanfic ideas i wanted to share ( go ahead and use them! )

Hi everyone, new and familiar, welcome back to @killingitreservoirdogsstyle! I know that I’ve been offline for quite awhile and my updates have not been as regular as they were a few months ago. For that I apologize and hope I haven’t inconvenienced or annoyed anyone with my awful planning and sporadic posts. I’ve been doing really good, I’m just busier than I have been in awhile with the end of the school year, exams next week, and all the wonderful stuff going on in the world—notice my sarcasm there. Anyways, instead of leaving y’all hanging out to dry, I thought that I’d post a little something here.

I have a couple of different fanfic ideas that I was wondering if I could get your guys’ input on whether or not you’d want to see this sort of content on the blog! Also I’m going to put this out here, IF YOU WANT TO USE THESE FOR YOUR OWN FANFICS AND POST THEM/REBLOG ME IN THEM THAT IS TOTALLY AWESOME AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT! No pressure of course, I understand absolutely that we all have our own separate lives outside of Tumblr. I thought it could be a really cool way to connect further and put out some more fantastic Reservoir Dogs and other Tarantino stuff on here!

Speaking of that, thank you all for your continued support, kindness, likes, reblogs, comments, and reqs/asks! They mean so much to me and I appreciate each and every single one of you more than I can articulate here. I love you all a ton! I’ve almost hit 150 followers on this blog, which is astounding and unexpected, but it’s thanks to all of you reading my stuff. Again, thank you for everything! With that, let’s get into the fanfics!

( PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE TRIGGERS IN THIS LIST, WHICH I’VE SHOWCASED BY PUTTING CLEAR WARNING SIGNS. SOME OF THESE INCLUDE VIOLENCE, DEATH, SMUT, AND LOSS OF A CHILD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE UPSET BY THINGS LIKE THIS! )

Reference the scene in which Pink and White beat up Marvin Nash to the tune of Joe Tex’s “I Gotcha”, and have it as them roughing up a bully who was teasing or physically hurting their gender neutral child, I was thinking a girl so I could get the daddy-daughter closeness and dynamic, but inclusiveness is absolutely important!

A polyamorous romantic relationship with the Dogs and Eddie where they take you camping out in one of California’s national parks for two or three weeks in the summertime. I liked the idea of putting lots of stupid shenanigans, prank wars, dancing by the campfire to K-Billy’s Super Sounds of The 70’s, skinny dipping, cocktails and marshmallows, and wild sex in the shared tent you guys have. Any gender for this character is totally cool!

Headcanons for Mr. Brown with an s/o who works in a video store OR having a kid who loves movies as much as he does! Basically, I was thinking of anything with Brown, movies, or arcade games!

⛔️ANGST WARNING HERE⛔️ Think of the scene in ResDogs when White takes Freddy to the warehouse as he is dying of blood loss, but headcanons in which you’re the Dogs s/o individually and this scene is happening ( how they’d react, what they’d do, etc ).

Headcanons of a criminal reader being the singular survivor in the aftermath of the Dogs’ botched heist and how they’d live with the trauma of the violence, intensity, and losing the love of their life—which can be any of the characters/Dogs you’d like.

Having kids with the Reservoir Dogs—I’ve seen these before on Tumblr, but only really exclusively for Blonde or White, not all of the Dogs or Eddie for that matter. Gender neutral reader!

Here’s a REALLY cool one I thought I’d share, though my idea of cool is questionable, ha ha. How about a set of headcanons or a one shot where the reader is a cop who manages to take down the Dogs and Eddie themself and capture them until reinforcements arrive. They talk and find out their stories, which leads them either to a), turn to the dark side and help them escape or b),not care and still turn them in!

I’m a sucker for my parenting AU fanfics if you couldn’t tell already, but here’s another few ideas I have surrounding that type of fic! Headcanons for the Dogs hiding out after attempting another job alongside Eddie, but finding out that they’re being set up by the cops to be arrested from a friend. They rush to get to Joe’s estate house and have to calm their scared kid in a slight hurt comfort fanfic!

The Dogs, in a non-romantic relationship, adopting a teenaged kid together in order to help out with their jobs, but ending up falling for the kid and loving them as their own. Headcanons and gender neutral once again! We love gender neutrality here on this blog!

⛔️TRIGGER WARNING HERE⛔️ The AFAB reader and s/o of the individual dogs having a miscarriage and how she and her boyfriend/husband deal with the pain. This isn’t to sensationalize grief or losing a baby, rather I feel that it is important to bring to light an issue that is prominent in our culture and has a grain of shame to it. I want to reinforce that is no blame or fault in a woman if she miscarries and I also want to enforce that I believe that a woman has a choice with what to do with her body. I might not get an abortion myself but that doesn’t mean I won’t judge, shame, or look down on anyone who does. Nor do I think that it’s a woman or a man’s fault if their baby doesn’t survive in the womb or post pregnancy. I can’t believe that we’re still having these debates in the twenty first century, which has been a focus of my attention lately. So I want to express this idea in a healthy way and show people that judgment and ridicule in this regard is ludicrous. Sorry, I’m in a political mindset, but my writing is how I deal with this.

I hope you guys think at least one of these ideas is worthy of a fanfic and please let me know what you guys think in the comments or through reblogs! No pressure of course, but I’d love to hear what you think! Thank you very much for reading and have a great weekend! Ciao!

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First and Last Lines

rules: post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you posted.

I was tagged by @electrictoes (Thank you!!!)

It's all Rollisi, considering all of my fics (save one) are of them.

Also cheating a bit and putting each of my Everything I Need and More Chapters as "separate" fics because I wrote them as individual one shots in the same universe.

Enough

Amanda finds out that Maddie Flynn has been kidnapped from the Amber Alert.

How to become an NYPD consultant.

2. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 1

Amanda really thought she’d never find herself like this again—sitting cross-legged on the floor of her bathroom, afraid to move too far from the toilet in case she pukes again, knee bouncing as she waits for the timer to tell her she can look at the test that’s going to show her results she’s already well aware of—but it’s not exactly hard to figure out how she got here.

Oh, that he does.

3. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 2

“Daddy?”

Well, Sonny has long arms for a reason.

4. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 3

“So,” Sonny says breathlessly, brushing the sweaty strands of hair clinging to Amanda’s forehead aside so he can press his lips there, “probably not a good time to bring up that we haven’t done your blood pressure reading yet.”

Well, it’s something they both agree on.

5. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 4

Sonny Carisi loves his job, he really does—but there are some days much harder than others, cases that eat at him from the inside out and almost make him wish he’d chosen a different career.

As his father said, sometimes just love—the all-encompassing, powerful kind that will stay there long after everyone in their family finds out exactly who’s going to be joining them—is more than enough.

6. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 5

Amanda’s been through forty-two years of birthdays, but she can count on one hand the number of times she’s been awake at the exact time she entered the world.

Despite all the years Amanda spent thinking the opposite, she can’t help but agree with him.

7. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 6

Sonny Carisi is not very good at keeping secrets.

Neither would Amanda.

8. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 7

“This is not what your doctor meant by bed rest, Amanda.”

“Yeah,” she breathes as she pulls back, and he can see the same wonder reflected in her eyes—she never thought they’d make it here, either. “I definitely do.”

9. Everything I Need and More, Chapter 8

Amanda Rollins hates being the center of attention. That’s hard to avoid when you’re married to Dominick Carisi. It’s even harder to avoid when you’re in labor.

Planned or not, when Amanda looks at her third baby like this, wrapped in more love right now than Amanda ever had from either of her parents for the entire length of her childhood, she can’t help but realize that he was inevitable.

10. A Place for Us

“This is it,” Sonny says as he pulls the Audi into the driveway, looking over at Amanda the second it’s in park, but the energy radiating off him isn’t quite as nervous as the last five or six times they’ve done this, a calmness in the way he’s smiling at her that suggests he knows something she doesn’t this time.

And it always will be.

I'm too much of a coward to tag people in these, but if you see and want to do, please do so!

#so what I'm gathering is long intros and short last lines #tag games #jenna writes

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Thank You Very Much for our Individual Event！！！Have a Happy New Yearー！Yumigeta Ako (23.12.09)

Good evening🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

That figure is really so amazing right〜…

I didn't think it would be so incredibly realistic…

It's my first figure、but I totally understand why people collect them。I want to collect them now、a new obsession！

Actually、I also really wanted this Jiro-chan figure which has special effects and where she's wearing her costume and she looks super duper cool

But that one cost about 15000 yen… (T/N $100/£80)

I wanted to buy it straight away to join my new figure collection、but I know I need to manage my money carefully so I didn't buy it。

But I realllllly want it‼️‼️‼️

Maybe I'll buy it as a 1st anniversary present to myself…？

I bought this figure as a present to myself for finishing my first tour‼️

...

So for now I'll keep working hard…

With Jiro-chan's power………🎶

Also today

We had an individual talk eventー！！！！！！

Thank you very much！

Today I was taking a selfie and Oda-san was standing in front of me

And she suddenly angrily yelled 「Ako-chan！」。

Maybe Oda-san thought I was using my back camera to take a secret photo of Oda-san…？？？

When I said

「No！It's a selfie！！！A selfie！」

She said

「I know！」

How disappointing。

So after our little comedy act I said to Oda-san

「Let's go for our two shot Cheki event」 and we took this photo together♪

Oda-san is so cute♪

Then Ishida-san who was nearby said

「No physical contactー Please separate yourselvesー」。

How disappointing。

💜＋🤍💙💜＋🤍💙💜＋🤍💙💜＋🤍💙

Everyone thank you very much for today！！！

Our last one this year…

It's only been about half a year since I first met you all but we've been able to do so many things together that when I said 「Have a Happy New Year〜」 it was like I was talking to family members which was nice。

I guess we won't be able to talk for a while now！

I wonder when our next individual events will be…

But lots of you said 「I'll watch M Station and FNS Music Festival！」 ot 「I'm going to your Christmas event！」 or that you're going to Countdown Japan Fes so I know you'll keep supporting us、and I'm just really happy that so many people are watching over us！

...

I feel like I felt more relaxed at today's individual event than ever before❗️

I had so much fun！

I hope that you all had fun too！

Thank you very much for coming out in the cold！

Take care of your health…

The last spurt of 2023‼️

Let's all keep working hard until the very end💪🔥

And And And And、

For some reason、loads of people ask me this question at every individual event！

My favourite school meal is

「Kakuae pickled salad」❗️

I can nevvvvver remember its name

So I've always given a weird answer like

「That thing〜 with cucumbers〜 and pickled daikon radish〜 the Shizuoka dish〜」…

Sorry for using 7 seconds of our precious time together just for this confusing answer…😭🙏

It's Kakuae…

I love it so much my friends give me their portions……

Please give it a try……

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today、

I ate

「Wasabi Flavoured Grilled Seaweed」！！！！

It's super delicious！！！！

They also have a plum flavoured version、so I always eat the plum version but today I had the Wasabi version！

It tasted way better than I was expecting…！

What was particularly delicious is how spicy it was！

Or rather、it wasn't spicy

But it had the spicy aftertaste that fresh Wasabi gives you‼️

It must have such high quality ingredients…

I was instantly hooked。

I'll buy them again。

I bought them at New Days❗️

Everyone please GET them if you see them okay💚

I Getted 「A tasty spicy snack」✨

This is yet another snack story、

But recently I bought quail eggs from Family Mart's snack corner and they were surprisingly delicious！

They were so flavourful！

Seven Eleven's version is kombu soy sauce flavoured which is lighter while Family Mart's is deeper！Like char siu！

Definitely GET this too✨

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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T/N News and information has not been translated

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From Santa Ako…

Here is… a slightly early

christmas present♡

My booth today looked like this✨

🌙.*🎄ෆ‪ෆ‪•*🎅*•¸🎶✨🎼ෆ‪ෆ‪•*🎅*•¸🎄🌙.*

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🦅🦅🦅

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pahrak-the-sinnoh-slizer · 2 years

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[In a desperate attempt to write s o m e t h i n g, I decided to actually try the idea proposed in this post of using the 326 path names from Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) as writing prompts. I make no promise of actually getting through all of them, but I want to try randomly picking one every now and then and giving it a shot. Anyway the first one I got was 138, “The Black Hero’s Rebirth”, and this one’s actually about Shadow, trying to think of a way his friends could reasonably convince him to bring back his character development. ~940 words.]

“So, tell me how long you’re prepared to keep this up.”

Shadow glanced across the table at Rouge, but just for a moment before staring off at some desolate corner of the diner. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, sorry. I’ll be blunt. How much more is it going to take for you to leave G.U.N.?”

“Tch! And why would I do that? Scared I’ll make you look bad?”

“Please—I don’t need any help looking bad.”

Shadow scoffed and grabbed a fistful of coffee beans from his cup.

“And you shouldn’t need any help to see that you’re just not getting what you need out of this job. But if someone has to step in, it may as well be me.”

“Spare me your delusions. My position is every bit as rewarding as I could possibly want. If it weren’t for my efforts, the safety of people the world over would be in perpetual jeopardy. What more worthy goal could there be?”

Rouge sipped her coffee. “That’s a very ‘big picture’ way of looking at it. But it seems to me that you’ve forgotten how to think small.”

Shadow just crossed his arms and grunted.

“I’m serious! Here, take your last mission for example: separate it out from the big picture and think about it in isolation for a minute. Willing to call that a rewarding job?”

He ground his teeth.

“How about the mission before that? And the one before that? When was the last time one individual mission felt like a job well done?”

“Well what does that matter?!”

“Well, why wouldn’t it?”

“You understand nothing! It’s up to me to keep the peace in this world—I won’t run away from that responsibility like some coward!”

“And working for G.U.N. is the only way you can do that?”

Shadow scoffed and chewed on his beans. Rouge sighed, then took a long sip of coffee.

“Listen, Shadow,” she said. “You and I have been through a lot together. I’ve seen you at your best, and I’ve seen you at your worst. And I don’t think I’ve seen the former in a long time. I know you think you have to keep doing this, but you obviously aren’t happy, and everyone can see how it’s wearing on you.”

“Even if you were right about that,” Shadow said, “that still wouldn’t change the fact that I have to.”

Rouge jabbed a finger at him. “What I’m saying is, you don’t.”

“Hmph!”

“Enough ‘hmph’ing already! Shadow, if this keeps up, you’re just going to keep being miserable, which not only makes you miserable to be around, but limits what good you can actually do. If you’re trying to be efficient in your ‘noble duty’ or whatever, you’re doing a bad job.”

Shadow shot to his feet. “Bah! Keep out of my business, Rouge! Your approval is far from the most important thing I’m after.”

He turned to leave, only to find his face inches from a wall of metal.

“...Omega. When did you get here?”

Shadow scowled up at the robot. Omega stared back unflinchingly, saying, “TIME OF ARRIVAL IRRELEVANT. PRIORITY SUBJECT OF CONVERSATION: YOUR IMBALANCED MENTAL STATE.”

“Ugh, not you too…”

“SHADOW. I HAVE REVIEWED MY DATABANKS, AND HAVE CONCLUDED THAT YOU ARE NOW 43.002% MORE IRRITABLE THAN WHEN WE FIRST MET. ACTION IS REQUIRED TO PREVENT REACHING THRESHOLD OF 50%, AT WHICH POINT, THE LIKELIHOOD OF OUR FRIENDSHIP TERMINATING RISES EXPONENTIALLY.”

Shadow turned around and crossed his arms.

“THIS OUTCOME MUST BE PREVENTED AT ALL COSTS. ERGO, CONFRONTATION HAS BEEN AUTHORIZED.”

Rouge said, “See? Even Omega’s worried about you.”

“I don’t care!” Shadow said. “I have a job to do. If you aren’t backing me up, then just stay out of my way!”

As he stomped towards the door, Omega said, “OUTBURST ADDED TO LIST.”

Shadow whirled. “What was that?!”

“AS PART OF DATABANK REVIEW, A LIST OF UNCALLED FOR OUTBURSTS WAS COMPILED. QUANTITY OF DATA POINTS INCREASES AS TIME GOES ON, BEGINNING SHORTLY AFTER THE COMPLETION OF YOUR G.U.N. TRAINING. BEGINNING RANDOMIZED PLAYBACK…”

Shadow opened his mouth to shout. Before he could, he heard his own voice yell from Omega’s speakers: “Quit wasting my time with your nonsense already!”

A chill ran down his spine, forcing him to stop and listen.

“Clearly you don’t understand the importance of this operation, so why don’t you do us all a favor and get lost?”

“Unbelievable. This is why I don’t work with amateurs.”

Shadow’s gaze slowly fell.

“Judging by your vacant expression, you couldn’t even think this far ahead. Or am I wrong?”

“Pathetic! Is that really the best you can do? What a farce.”

“Here I thought at least you would know better. Rest assured, I won’t overestimate you again.”

Shadow shut his eyes tightly.

“I don’t know why I’m surpri—”

“That’s enough,” he said. “You’ve made your point.”

Omega complied, shutting off the recording. Rouge sipped her coffee.

“...Funny. Despite having said all those things, I can’t remember why I said even one of them.”

His teammates stayed silent. Shadow turned, but he did not leave right away.

“Perhaps you do have a point. I’ll need some time to think on it, but…thank you, Rouge, Omega.”

Once he was gone, Omega turned to Rouge. “FORMAL INQUIRY ON THE NECESSITY OF FURTHER ACTION.”

Rouge shook her head. “No, let’s give him some space for now. Don’t want to overdo it.”

“AFFIRMATIVE. NOW ACTIVATING PATIENCE PROTOCOLS.”

Kicking her feet up on the table, Rouge said, “You know, Omega…I have a good feeling about this. I think we might just get the real Shadow back after all.”

#Sonic the Hedgehog #fanfiction #Shadow the Hedgehog #Pahrak writes stuff #Shadow prompts

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bricky-brikson · 2 years

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Merry Whump of May

16/05/2022

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

Façade | Needles | Behind closed doors

Content warnings: child abuse, child exploitation, divorce, female whumper, female whumpee

Lorelei sat on her bed, staring blankly at the lace adorning every inch of her dress. Her 16th birthday. This was supposed to be a momentous occasion, she wanted to spend it with her friends from the arts academy, but her mother had insisted on having a grand dinner at their manor instead; with no other teenagers invited, aside from some boys her mother thought she would enjoy the company of. Well, and...

"Lorrie...?" a lanky, blond-haired boy peered into her room.

"Come in, Felix," Lorelei sighed, lying back on her bed.

"There's lots of people down there," Felix spoke softly as he sat across from her by her vanity. "They're talking really loudly..."

"I know, I know."

"Save me a piece of cake, okay?"

"Oh, mother said no cake. She said it would add to my waistline," Lorelei scoffed, rolling her eyes and sitting back up. "Malarky, honestly, she looks at a piece of bread and gains a pound. I eat three square meals a day and I'm still thin as a stick."

Felix giggled. "Too bad. I would get you some if I could."

Lorelei smiled. "That's sweet of you. But I can do without," Lorelei got to her feet. "I'm assuming they're waiting for me."

"Yeah..."

She walked to the door of her room, then paused, her hand on the doorknob. Her stomach turned, she felt like she was going to vomit. God, not now.

"...Are you scared?"

"No, no, I'm fine- I'm fine."

"You don't have to lie, we stick together, I won't tell," Felix got up and went to her side. Despite being only 12, he was nearly a head taller than his sister.

"I'm terrified, Felix." Lorelei turned back to face her brother. "I'm a woman now. But mother doesn't care, she never cares. Do you know what she plans to do?"

"What?"

"She told me that she's going to divorce father once I'm 18, and take me travelling to perform across the country. All she cares about is the fact I can play that stupid piano, that violin, that harp, and how much money I make her being sold as a spectacle to rich patrons."

"I- I could come with you. We could be a brother and sister duo! You could perform and I could...um...I could..." Felix wracked his brain for a talent. He wasn't good at much, aside from reading. "Oh, I know! You could be the fair angel and I can be the deformed demon," Felix hunched over, flicking his hair out of his face to show off his scars, mimicking the character Quasimodo from his favourite fiction novel. "It would be a wonderful dichotomy, don't you think?"

Lorelei sighed. "No need to degrade yourself for others' entertainment, Felix. I'm sure you'll find something you're good at one day, and folks will come far and wide to see it," she patted her brother on the head, which was not an easy task.

Saying nothing, Felix wrapped his arms around Lorelei in a tight hug. Lorelei hugged him back. They stayed like that for a good few minutes, knowing that when they parted Lorelei would have to go and put on a show for the guests. Eventually, her grip loosened, and she made a move to leave.

"Please don't go," Felix whined, hugging her tighter.

"I have to," Lorelei separated herself from her brother, looking away from his face.

She opened the door, stepping out into the hall and going towards the main stairs. They were a straight shot from her door, and without looking back she descended.

Waiting for her was a milling crowd of what had to be nearly 200 people. As she stepped into their field of view, everyone turned to look at her (aside from some individuals pilfering the snack tables).

"Passerotta, my dear little bird!" Margherita Chiarello called out, coming from the lounge to the stairwell. "Well, not so little anymore, are you?" she put a hand on Lorelei's shoulder. The young woman smiled in return, looking out over the crowd.

"Good evening, everyone. Thank you for attending the party celebrating my 16th birthday, I am grateful for every face I see. I hope this night proves not to disappoint!" Lorelei raised her hand as if she held a glass. The guests with drinks raised theirs as well, and everyone drank in unison before going back to what they had been doing before.

Margherita leaned down to speak in Lorelei's ear, long fingernails digging into the girl's shoulder. "You best prove not to disappoint as well, passerotta."

margherita is a bicth

@themerrywhumpofmay

#child abuse cw #child exploitation cw #divorce cw #female whumper #female whumpee #original story #original character #lorelei chiarello #felix abner #margherita chiarello #dear cassedy #brick scribbles #brick wall

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Hello!! Thank you for your hard work 💕 Do you have any fic recs of role play like @dovechim free delivery not included and @hobigolightly dalliance?

🌷 Hello, anonie! Thank you for your kind words! I love this concept (I just want to say Dalliance!Hoseok still haunts me 🥵💦). The author has changed pseuds so I am listing it here too for everyone’s reference.

I am also assuming you mean it as a plot twist/device versus as a kink? (example of it as a kink: Plot Hole). I remember a few but I’ll add more once I recall other fics:

Have a Nice Day @lookingforluna - Jungkook

one shot | 2.3k | medical, doctor!au | S

With your doctor out of town you’re scheduled for a check up with a different doctor. The visit however turns into an unexpected one and you have no problem with that.

Earn It @sugasbabiie - Yoongi

one shot | 5k | Professor!Yoongi, College AU, pwp | S

Mr. Min has always given you a hard time. Why would tonight be any different?

Dalliance @sugaurora - Hoseok

one shot | 9.8k | Dom!Hoseok, BDSM, cheating (but I never included this in the Infidelity Fic Recs List and you’ll see why 😉) | S

Once a month, you and your husband go your separate ways in an effort to maintain a healthy marriage and explore individual interests. So where exactly is it that both your interests take you?

Hot and Bothered @sahmfanficbts - Hoseok

follow-up drabble | 3.2k | Landscaper!Hoseok x Horny!Customer | S, F

You’re hot and bothered and your lawn needs some TLC. Enter: Hoseok with his big lawn-mower.

Cookies @clouditae - Jimin

one shot | 3.2k | neighbor au | S

You made cookies, and it’s only fair to share it with your neighbors

Banana Milk @kimnjss - Jungkook

one shot | 6.7k | strangers to lovers | S

sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle.

The Officer @bts-story - Jungkook

one shot | 3.9k | Police Officer!Jungkook, reckless driver!OC | S

He paused and trailed his eyes up and down her body. “So tell me, Miss, what are you willing to do to correct those problems?”

Speeding Ticket @minstrophywife - Jungkook

one shot | 3.4k | Officer!Jungkook, Businesswoman!Reader | S

Caught speeding to get home in time, you find yourself pulled over by a very delicious cop. Perhaps you can talk your way out of the ticket.

Or, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search ma’am.”

a big thank you to the authors who made these fantastic imagines possible 🥰. literally sweating recalling the scenes 🥵💦. if you enjoyed the stories, please reblog their fics or leave them a kind note =)

#how to tag this without giving anything away #they're all hot scenarios! seriously love all these #just received this ask few minutes ago and got excited recalling fics 😋#I'll add more once I remember other scenarios #ggukkiereadingcollection #bts smut #jungkook smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #bts fic recs #hot:filthy #🌷 chats #anon

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sparring-spirals · 2 years

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“i can wait no longer” TLOVM liveblog s1 ep 10 time!! :O

me, initially: hey percy is this a bad idea- me, after watching the flashback: no no keyleth, he has a point.

this is very besides the point to the intense “should we kill her” discussion but i forgot Pike wasn’t ACTUALLY there so having her glowing like a little lantern in the group shot was kind of hilarious

OKAY but also, the little cut to the entire group (sans Vax/Cass) after Percy says “then she dies.” is very very nice, everyone has different expressions with varying levels of concern and fear and determination, and its good.

“gotta deal with this smoke thing man, its getting real fucked up” “not this again” says percy with exasperation, as though its a “stop leaving toilet seat up” argument vs “you are LITERALLY leaking smoke and getting SUPER merciless towards people at the randomest moments” argument. listen,,,, percy,,,,,,

me: oh pike is gonna take a look thats nice :) orthax: burning ball of flame almost entirely consuming percy. me: oh. okay, less nice. kind of alarming, actually.

dramatic effect important but also YOU ALL ARE SNEAKING INTO A CASTLE, PLEASE STOP YELLING

“your concerns are appreciated, truly, but-” “as soon as this is over i will sort it out” yeah i can see why he and vex pair well huh

again- the cutbacks to the group shots when percy is doing His Thing are so good, each individual has their own expressions that make sense. also like the one shot where vex and vax have the same look of 🤨

zipper-twat indeed.

“it all makes sense” “it does?” “no not really” me at work

“i don’t trust a word she says” “then trust... me.” listen I know they’ve been real busy but like. have they actually questioned Cass yet. Or was it a “been a rough couple of years, i remember nothing” and an “ah thats rough, makes sense”? I somewhat doubt that Vex would hold back on interrogation just for that, (although it IS Percy’s sister so....)

*Stares at shot of Percy and Ripley* narrative parallels....? naaaarrative parallelssss? also! “you’re at the bottom of my list” HEY i know that line

man i really go “aw they’re gonna die” every time i see a large cluster of civilians now. woof.

“i know who i am now.” “well duh, you’re my best friend. except now, YOU GLOW IN THE DARK.” look no one fully prepared me for how much I was gonna love pike and grog together, holy shit

ahh.... siblings. the interaction of vex/vax right before percy/cass.... mmm.

well, we had ancestor-ash-eating in episode 4, might as well go right to ancestor killing.

AND no one told me about how good the Grog Vax dynamic was either :D

“i don’t trust her” “you don’t trust anyone” “well... except you.” “funny way of showing it sometimes” oh? OH??? OHH?????????? *shakes the twins* OH???

yeah THANKS KEYLETH (love you keyleth)

oh. that doesn’t seem good.

OH. THAT DOESN’T SEEM GOOD EITHER.

THIS IS ACTUALLY VERY NOT IDEAL, I THINK.

Vax is really getting Yasha’ed by the Briarwood mind control huh (Yasha’ed means Not Doing Good On Wis Saves, love u yasha)

s...siblings........ sib lin gs... separated..... nice. :D (i mean, VERY bad, but like, nice, you know)

“Oh, an acid trap. REAL FUCKING ORIGINAL” pike ilu and also same

“anyone have a plan?” “Vex?” Vex, currently dealing with 3 billion emotions and a Severe Lack Of Vax, cursing how she made herself de-factor leader: “WHY are you looking at me” *turns to the other person being shell shocked by a sibling betrayal* “percy? a little help?” 10/10, everybody.

im joking but also i guess “stop the acid” and “stay out of the acid” are really the most solid plans in the room, so she’s still doing a great job

“cmere. you noodle” someone use that on me the next time i suffer a great betrayal and stop responding

grog jumping in acid for his friends.... pike healing him immediately... percy needing to team up with ripley.... scanlan shredding away...... <3

also grogs eyes must be BURNING, my god

*chants* TEAM UPS TEAM UPS TEAM UPS

1 - grog has a nickname for his dick (And balls?) 2- pike knows it and uses it with full familiarity. :D

ziggurat.... big.

overall:

ORGh i love 1- narrative parallels and 2- Vox Machina working together and we got BOTH in this episode in spades, i feel very lucky.

Really though, the parallels clearly drawn between Vex/Vax and the Percy/Cass were iiiinteresting, and along with that, the Percy/Ripley lines. hmmmm.

anyway im so *vibrates about the twins*

Big fan of the way they would cut to the group shots in this ep, each character clearly reacting differently to Percy’s state, and it shows.

I still think that the more extended/dramatic speeches don’t hit quite the same way as some of the standalone lines, but it’s hard to say if that’s a thing of writing or delivery or just me being a menace about Speeches(tm), especially in a more heavily scripted format like this. The speeches still hit hard! But I’m still favoring the little throwaway/background banter kind of lines atm.

scanlan BEING the background music for the acid trap sequence was eeeexcellent. :D

#critical role #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #tlovm spoilers #tlovm s1e10 #lvm spoilers #cr spoilers #full episode liveblog #spar speaks #im torn on whether i should watch the next two immediately or hold off #i very much want to but logistically... probably a bad idea #but also... i want to... i KNOW what happens next ep... i want to see those scenes and 10 was SO good...#cr liveblogging

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raggaraddy · 3 years

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I'd Die Fighting

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: Thank you for your request! I really like the concept, and kind of got carried away with the stories and now they're too long. So I'll release them as individuals as I finish them. I hope you like them! ^-^

If anyone else wants to request you can here.

Mafia Bangtan Other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: Pinned down by the cops, you know you're the only one who can stop Jimin from getting himself killed.

Trigger Warnings: Police shooting, gun usage, blood, violence, death, ambiguous ending.

Jimin

Mafia! Jimin

You were in the middle of a scheduled pick up, collecting the gang's share of the profits for the month. There had already been 3 today and all had gone as routine as the times before. You're in a residential building site, parked in one of the driveways, and on a Sunday too, so it's nice and quiet and empty. There was no reason to think that this stop would be any different than the last.

That was until the lights and sounds of police sirens filled the street.

You could only watch on in dread as 4 cop cars sped into the driveway trapping you and the two men into a box. With a 10-foot foundation wall behind you and building walls on either side, you were now realizing that this location wasn't so much secure, as it was an obvious dead end.

Looking back in the side-view mirror, you can see Jimin with the dealer. The guy panics instantly, pulling out his gun without a chance to even aim it before he is blown away. There are dozens of deafening shots all at once and the guy, no older than you, drops down dead.

Barely able to contain your terror, you are not able to do anything but to watch helplessly as Jimin dives behind the rear of the car to avoid the stray bullets.

Slowly, the officers start down the concrete path, closing in tighter, all of them with their guns drawn, all of them looking alarmed and ready to fire. With this many cops, you know neither of you stands a chance. There is no escape here, not without a miracle. But you know Jimin. You know he isn't going to just give in. He's said it before, he's said it often. He might die, but he'll die fighting before he dies in a cage.

The officer coming closest to the car bangs on the hood to draw your attention making you jump. "Stay in the car," He mouths the words.

You can't abide. If you don't do something Jimin is going to get himself killed. He may be willing to die, but you're not willing to lose him. You shake your head hard, swinging the car door open, stepping out tensely with your hands upright. Your arms and legs are shaking with pure adrenaline, relying on nothing but a prayer that they don't shoot you right now.

"Get back in the car." "Stay in the car." "Miss, get back in the car." A sea of loud, demanding voices shout at you all at once. While your survival instinct is telling you to obey the angry people with guns, you ignore them all. Your instinct-your love for Jimin is greater than your fear.

Walking paced steps backwards, you're watchfully eyeing them. They're still pressing forwards, but they have slowed substantially. Half of the group aiming more aggressively, and the other half pointing their guns at you more hesitantly. Calls of stay in the car turn into orders to get on the ground. But you can't, you won't.

Coming in line with the back of the car, Jimin is knelt behind it his gun in hand. "Y/n! What the fuck are doing?!" he snaps, eyes full of worry.

He may bluster to everyone else, but you know the full expression. In private he'd whisper the ending to you and only you. 'I'd die fighting before I ever die in a cage. And I'll spend my life locked up before I ever see you hurt.'

"Get back in the car!" He growls.

"No," you whisper.

"Get back in the car!"

"No."

"Oh for fucks sake, will you just listen to me for once!" He growls, running his hand back through his hair, about to lose any composer he has remaining.

"No!" You shout, your eyes darting from the cops to Jimin and back.

He roars, grabbing your shirt, yanking you down the ground beside him. The commands of the police heighten and start coming more frequently as they steadily begin to entrap the two of you again.

"I'm gonna beat the hell outta you after this." He shouts, reaching over the top of the car to fire a slew of shots, not aiming to hit anyone but just trying to keep the cops away.

"Fine. Do it. But just let there be an after." You plead, eyes filling with tears. "Put the gun down. Please!"

"What?! No!"

"Come out with your hands up or we open fire." A far off voice, coming through a speaker, gives a sickening order.

Jimin's harsh defiant look turns to one of pure fright and frenzy. He knows if they're shooting at him, they're shooting at you.

His hand scrunches in the scruff of your shirt, dragging you flat to the ground further out of harms-way, using the same momentum to launch himself into the open, weapon ready. He gets only 2 shot off before they retaliate with more than half a dozen. Not all connect, one catching his leg, another his shoulder. The hits double him over, making him drop the gun.

It all happens before you are able to even turn back over. The sight of him struck has you screaming, acting rashly and impulsively. You wail his name clambering to your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lifting him upright, you're covering him with your body as much as you possibly can. You don't pause think what might happen right now if the officers began to fire again. You only know you need to save him from them. Save him from himself. Pushing him with your chest, you force him back more and more until his body hits the foundation wall. You turn yourself around towards the encroaching men and women, shoving your weight roughly against him. To shield him, and trying your best to keep him pinned to the bricks so he is unable to act suddenly or foolishly.

Thankfully the cops still seem hesitant to shoot at you. Although you don't trust it for it to last much longer.

Your stomach drops, feeling a warm wetness dripping over the exposed skin on your upper back. Jimin's shoulder is bleeding heavily down you.

This is so fucking bad.

"Stop, please stop, Baby!" You whisper to Jimin, nearly unable to form the words due to the shake in your voice. It's just the two of you opposing 7 armed police officer. You know he hates the thought of defeat, he may even hate you for this, but neither of you has any way of winning this standoff.

His forehead presses to the back of your head, his hot breath fanning down your neck. In the smallest motions, you feel him nod against you.

Raising them in surrender, his arms come out from behind you. There's a sharp pain in your side with a sudden booming sound. It knocks your breath away. You whine, your hand squeezing tighter against his legs, into the fabric of his jeans.

"Y/n?" Jimin knows what's happening before you do.

One of the officers mistook Jimins actions as hostile and got twitchy with his gun.

You gasp slumping back into him, your legs weakening. He catches you, lowering with you as you fall to the floor. "Baby!"

Jimin looks up to the cop who fired. He's memorizing every detail of their face. Already having resigned to hunt them down and make them suffer.

Finally able to inhale, you cry out a low scream, pain spreading from your stomach up. "Jimin," you cry clawing his arm, fingers wrapped in his sleeve.

The swarm of police starts to move more frantically. A knee flies at Jimin sending him into the wall, separating him from you. Without him, you fall flat into the dirt. To your right one of the men is forcing Jimin to the ground with a knee trying to flatten him. But he isn't giving in, fighting and struggling against the weight, desperately trying to get back to you.

Even as there are three of them versus only Jimin, he is still putting up enough resistance that they are unable to fully hold him.

"Y/n!" He yells, as one of his arms is pinned behind his back, driving him heavily into the dirt. "Get the fuck off!" he snarls.

Your throat feels full. You're starting to choke, spluttering blood out and down your cheeks. Your hands clutching your stomach are wet and slippery from blood. The heavy amounts of it pouring from you making you weaker with each passing second.

"Alright!" There's a heavy thump as Jimin stops resisting and is plunged aggressively into the floor. "Just help her! Help her!" With all of the pain and fear you're feeling, it's the pure panic in Jimin's voice that finally brings you to tears.

Rolling your head towards him, his chin is dug into the concrete floor, his skin and clothes red with blood, his face pale and flush, his eyes red and teary with emotion. With him no longer fighting they are able to cuff his hands. They haul him to his feet, carrying his weight. He yells in pain, his cries turning into pleas for you, calling again and again for someone, anyone to help you.

One of the officers comes to your side pressing firmly on your wound making you shriek, spitting out even more blood. They speak into their walkie-talkie describing your state and injuries calling for an ambulance. Explaining that a male will be coming to the hospital by a police cruiser.

In front of you, the others are dragging a limping Jimin away. Being pulled from you he begins his fight again, battling to not leave you. But he's too injured and restricted to combat them much more. Only able to call out to you over and over.

Even as the car doors close on him, you can still hear him shouting your name. Even as you lose consciousness you can still hear the echo of his voice.

#bts #bts fanfic #bangtan #jimin #park jimin #yandere jimin #bts jimin #yandere bts #yandere bangtan #mafia jimin #bts requests #bts reactions #bts mafia imagine

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mettywiththenotes · 3 years

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Hi quick thing I just realized

Shiggy is all about accommodation with those he loves, right? He constantly proves this by accepting the limits of his friends and working around those limits.

With Twice, who has trauma with creating more of himself, as well as having limits to his quirk despite it being op, he doesn’t curse Twice for not wanting to duplicate himself. When Twice can’t clone the bullet, he doesn’t go off at him, he sits there, staring at the bullet, and wonders what else they could do. While Twice is thinking about how much of a burden he is to the LOV for not being able to help them how they want him to, Shiggy is already accepting that nothing can be done and is already thinking of how else they could get an advantage.

He also works his way around his friend’s goals; he lets Dabi join in whenever he wants and when he does, he doesn’t call him out on it. When he leaves, separates himself from the group, Shiggy still lets him go.

Notably, Spinner is missing through some of their group shot screen time [like in the Overhaul arc, when he wasn’t part of the Meeting Overhaul/Magne’s Death scene or the You, Me And All Of Us scene], presumably this is foreshadowing to him being unsure of whether the League is the way he wants to go [I think I saw @codenamesazanka mentioning this, tho please correct me if I’m wrong]. Yet Shiggy doesn’t question this either. He lets Spinner do his own thing, and then join them if he wants to, just like he does with Dabi.

But I think I’ve seen one more way Shiggy accommodates for other people: He doesn’t wear gloves.

Normally, somebody afraid of their own quirk [implied to be shown in chapter 236 i think] would put on some gloves and make sure they don’t accidentally decay something or kill someone, especially at the age that he was at and how fresh the murder of his family was in his mind.

Of course AFO taught him to kill, and Shiggy was then groomed by AFO to accept that it was his purpose to kill, but I think along with this, Shiggy also learnt to not restrain himself. To BE himself

I keep thinking about the dedication it must have taken for Shiggy to learn how to keep one finger [sometimes more than one!] up at all times, and the muscle memory that has to be taken into account for that to become second nature.

Shiggy doesn’t just accommodate his friends, he accommodates himself to the world, and not in a “Well I’ll do this to help everyone” way

He does it in more of a “Why should I have to hide this? I’m capable enough to control it, so why should I put a glove on just for OTHERS to feel safe? The world never allowed me to be safe, so I owe them nothing. Either trust that I won’t kill you from a slip up, or let me kill you”, you know?

Anyway this post doesn’t have much of a point to it, I just find it fascinating that Shiggy doesn’t wear gloves maybe because, narratively, it would mean stifling his “individuality” from the world, and Shiggy has NEVER done that, nor has he ever felt the need to.

Instead he takes responsibility of his own quirk and learns to keep it in check.

In the same way that he is aware of his friend’s disabilities, trauma and nature, he is aware of his own quirk and the damage it can do. He accepts that and rolls with it, and keeps it in check to benefit himself and his environment.

I just think thats really neat

Idk man I KNOW Shiggy is kindhearted, we’ve been shown clear evidence of this since MVA arc [the whole series, really, but I think it’s a lot clearer in MVA for anybody who wasn’t paying enough attention], but even now I’m still. surprised? and very happy. that this is actually who Shiggy is, he embodies his ideals and he cares about those around him as well as his own well being

#what this post is really saying is that i still haven't recovered from how fucking good mva arc was #and we can clearly see that in shiggys character as a whole #he truly does care #the man who says he likes nothing cares so much #it's been 2 YEARS since mva and i'm still riding off the high of that arc #btw that was the arc that sealed the deal for me with shiggy #before i thought he was interesting #i didn't LIKE HIM per se but i wanted to know what he was about #and then mva arc came and like. i just fell in love dude #like before that arc i didn't really grasp how much shiggy cared for his friends #i was just like 'oh yeah there are his lackeys'#what a fool i was #A FOOL #anyway in conclusion i love shiggy and i miss him #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #tomura shigaraki #league of villains #my villain academia #mettys posts #metty posts

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testingcheats0n · 3 years

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Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!

Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!

Source: Me

Finished Fanfics:

Multi-chaptered Fanfics:

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade

Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.

MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!

you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon

Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.

(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)

+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one

Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.

Responsible Forever by SilverWing15

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” /////

“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”

“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”

“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”

“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”

“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.

Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion

Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons

Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent

Sam blinks. “What?”

Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”

Sam is going to be sick.

Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.

Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh

Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable

After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.

It takes a war to bring him back.

+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending

Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.

The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.

Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices

Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.

Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)

Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.

To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.

This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.

Part of a series, very good.

Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias

Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.

AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.

Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.

I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale

The first time it happens, he barely remembers. The second time is when he realized. The third... Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern

“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”

Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.

This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous

Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?

(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)

Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.

let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.

Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s. //// OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.

Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.

One-Shots:

Snapped by AmberRunnel

“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”

Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.

“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”

-|-

Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well. There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.

It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.

It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.

the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution

An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.

He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.

You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia

"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."

Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.

Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.

Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.

"Kill me."

Or... In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.

Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.

tomorrow night by meridies

Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.

or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.

It's cute what can I say :]

maple syrup by itisjosh

"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."

(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)

Children get away from toxic adults :)

Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe

‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’

To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.

Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.

sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa

“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”

Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.

It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.

a matter of time by meridies

Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."

or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.

Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.

That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust

Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.

At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.

Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.

Part of a collection!! Read it all.

spider lily by blue000jay

Wilbur has a body.

The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.

(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)

The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(

Hands tied loose by rabiddog

"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."

Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.

But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.

Unhappy ending :(

The serpent underneath by rabiddog

Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)

“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”

:((((((((

Damning choices by rabiddog

Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.

It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.

"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog

Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.

He doesn't care at all.

"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"

Word of Honour by rabiddog

Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.

Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)

Almost canon. F.

Sweet Repentance by rabiddog

Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.

Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.

Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.

Tommy dies painfully.

A White Tulip by astervoid

He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.

Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.

lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass

"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”

Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.

It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.

The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.

Dear Theseus by rabiddog

Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.

“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?

Tommy almost wins.

A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman

How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?

The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could he have known this would happen?

Sequel to A Child's World

Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.

heart of the sea by RyDyKG

Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:

Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.

Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.

He knows, ok? by Ralli

By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.

Very, very cute :)

that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat

Tommy has always been the fighter.

He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.

If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.

---

Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.

Messed up, but with a happy ending.

Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog

Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.

He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.

Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.

I love this author if you can't tell.

Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy

The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.

At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.

“Tommy?”

And then Tubbo turns to look at him.

Clingyduo fluff.

sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter

The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.

Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.

SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.

Sad, but cathartic.

REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit

i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST

this is different from what i usually post but it was fun

i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!

What it says on the tin- not really a fic.

Unfinished Stories:

Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):

Over the River Styx by CorpseArt

I feel like we should name him.

There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.

I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.

He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?

I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.

Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.

Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.

If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions

“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.” ---- In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.

It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.

Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523

Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.

In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.

Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.

A Talk Long Overdue by penink

Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.

Tommy gets therapy.

Into the Night by Interjection

“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”

They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.

“But why?”

Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.

“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”

“And I don’t want to come back.”

Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.

But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.

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(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.

A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)

Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.

#dream smp #dream smp fic rec #fic rec #sbi #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

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