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System Spotlight: Monster of the Week

Hello everyone, and welcome to another System Spotlight! Today I've got a pulpy game full of mysteries and monsters, so let's split up, gang, and Investigate a Mystery on Monster of the Week by Evil Hat Productions!

MotW is a mystery solving and monster hunting RPG inspired by shows like Scooby-Doo, Supernatural, The X-Files, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. You play as a team of investigators out to solve mysteries and fight evil, usually in short, self-contained or “episodic” adventures strung together into a larger campaign, each surrounding a new mystery or monster, hence the name.

Character Creation

You start by picking one of several “playbooks”, each based on a popular archetype or trope from the genre, such as The Chosen, The Spell-Slinger, The Mundane, The Wronged, or The Monstrous. Think of them like classes in other RPGs. Each playbook has everything you need to make and play that character until their inevitable death or retirement, including character advancement.

Then you pick one from five attribute arrays. There are five attributes (Charm, Cool, Sharp, Tough, and Weird) and each array has some strong attributes and some weaker attributes, with the others being in between.

From there, we can start getting into the real meat of the playbooks by picking moves and other details specific to each playbook. Every playbook has their own set of moves in addition to all the basic moves, which we’ll talk about those later. For example, the Expert has things like “I’ve Read About This Sort Of Thing”, which lets you roll using Sharp instead of Cool when you act under pressure, or the Spell-Slinger has “Shield Spell”, which lets you reduce the damage of an attack when you protect someone. Each playbook has a lot of options so you have a lot to play with.

In addition to the moves, many of the playbook have other special features that are unique to them. For example, the Professional works for an agency that gives you resources in missions, but you have to deal with some kind of restrictions on what you can do, while the Wronged has a background that gives them benefits as well as a connection to the supernatural underworld. Again, there are a lot of fun options.

Finally, you pick from a list of special gear that you can use on missions such as weapons or equipment, then you establish your history with the other characters in your group. This is a fun little activity that really helps to get the group dynamic going. Each playbook has a list of prompts for what each other character could be to you. For example, they could a blood relation, saved you from a monster, act as your moral compass, or maybe you’re really attracted to them. Lots of fun options.

Resolution Mechanic & Moves

MotW is a Powered by the Apocalypse game (huh, two in a row) that uses 3d6 and a few basic moves for pretty much everything. There are 8 moves, each pretty self-explanatory: Act Under Pressure, Help Out, Investigate a Mystery, Kick Some Ass, Manipulate Someone, Protect Someone, Read a Bad Situation, and Use Magic. Whenever you want to do one of those things, roll 3d6 and add any relevant rating bonus or situational modifiers. On a 10+ you do exactly what you set out to do. 7-9 whatever you’re doing is less effective and usually has some kind of downside. But anything under a 7 is a failure and nothing happens. Each move tells you exactly what happens at each threshold, but that's the gist of it.

Each move also has an Advanced effect that can trigger if you roll 12+, but you have to have taken one of the Advanced Move options as part of character advancement, which we’ll talk about in a bit.

Harm & Luck

Running around fighting monsters and thwarting evil is dangerous, so sooner or later you’re bound to get hurt. Whenever you take damage, you subtract it from any armor you have and mark the remainder as points of Harm. Once you mark 4 harm, you’re Unstable, and at 7 Harm, you’re Dying! If you take any more Harm, that’s the end for you and your character is dead. Thankfully, there are plenty of ways to heal in MotW through downtime and certain moves across various playbooks.

But what if you REALLY need to avoid taking a hit, or you just fumbled an important roll, that's where Luck comes in. Each character begins with 7 points of Luck. You can spend luck to reduce the harm taken from an attack to 0 or retroactively change the result of a roll to a 12. Here’s the kicker. Your luck is finite and does NOT come back (except in EXTREMELY specific circumstances that shouldn’t be relied on), and once it runs out, you’re Doomed! A Doomed character is at the end of the line and Fate isn’t happy with your existence. The GM, or Keeper, is allowed to make more and more bad stuff happen to you. Results of failure will be worse, monsters will target you more often, any bad, fate-related things in your playbook will begin to happen, and past decision will come back to bite you at the worst time. Doomed characters don’t last long, so don’t let it get to that point if you can help it.

Character Advancement

Ok, so character creation and actual play are pretty straightforward, and that trend continues with your advancement. You gain experience whenever you fail a roll, and once you have 5 experience, you can pick an Improvement from a list in your playbook. These are things like increasing a rating by one, gaining a new move, or taking a move from another playbook entirely. Once you have 5 Improvements, you qualify to take Advanced Improvements. These are even stronger things like gaining 2 Advanced Moves, changing your entire playbook, retiring your character while they still live, or even regaining one of your spent Luck!

Other Stuff

That’s pretty much everything as far as player-facing content goes, but there’s a good bit more for the GM to dig in to. There is advice for creating your own mysteries, stringing mysteries together in arcs, and running downtime and one-shots, an introductory mystery, suggestions for how to customize your game, and a big ol’ list of inspirational material.

Tome of Mysteries and Codex of Worlds

But if you’re looking for more MotW content (official, anyway), Evil Hat published the Tome of Mysteries and, just this last year, the Codex of Worlds. The Tome of Mysteries is just that, a collection of new pre-made mysteries you can run, while the Codex of Worlds is a full-blown expansion with all kinds of fun additions to spice up your game. There are new rules, special team playbooks that the whole group can use, and entire settings to shake up the game, each with their own rules and mysteries! It’s like a 400-page book and a delight to read.

My Thoughts

So, it took me a while to get into playing MotW. It was my first encounter with an RPG that was more narrative focused in its mechanics than D&D and I struggled to wrap my head around it. My friend was running a long-term campaign in it, so I heard a lot of what went on and the kinds of shenanigans the group got up to, and I was curious. Over the years, he ran a couple one-shots, and frankly I didn’t get much out of either. Something about it just didn’t click with me. But this last Halloween, he ran an SCP-themed game using some of the stuff from Codex of Worlds, and that one finally got me. I don’t know if it's because of my love for the SCP universe or that our one-shot quickly became a four-shot, giving us more time together and less pressure to finish in a timely manner, but that game really made me understand it and appreciate it for what it is. And I like what it is.

So, what do I like? Well for starters it's dummy simple, something that has become increasingly important for me over the years. The basic resolution mechanic is clean, the moves are clearly defined, but open-ended enough for creative uses, and because you’re mostly going to be rolling 7-9s it keeps the game interesting. And I could just gush about the playbooks! I think they’re my favorite part of the games, easy. They’re stupid simple to use, are completely self-contained, and have enough options to make a wide variety of characters but not so many options as to be overwhelming. You can hand a brand-new player a playbook, and they can be ready to play in 5 minutes, maybe 10. I wish more RPGs had their classes laid out like this (if you know any, let me know!).

Another great thing about the playbooks is that because they’re so well-structured, it makes it easy for people to make their own custom playbooks. There are quite a few custom playbooks made by fans online, and several of them are actually available on the Evil Hat website!

So yeah, I love this game and if you’re into things like Scooby-Doo, Supernatural, Buffy, The X-Files, or The Dresden Files, I think you’ll have a good time too. Anyway, that's all for now. As always, stay safe, don't forget to love each other, and I'll see you again soon.

#system spotlight #monster of the week #motw #scooby doo #supernatural #the dresden files #buffy the vampire slayer #rpg #evil hat #powered by the apocalypse #mystery #monster #ttrpg #tabletop #tabletop rpg #tabletop games #tabletop roleplaying #the x files

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deafchild2000 · 2 months

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I don't care how you guys feel about Charlotte, if there's one thing I'm glad S2 (in it's prime) explored - it was generational merfolk magic.

(Admitting Charlotte truther here) I find it fascinating exploring Mako Island and the generations of mermaids over the years for many reasons. Let's be honest, there's plenty of H2O fanfiction on Fanfiction.Net that tried exploring the H2O gang growing up and having powers to various degrees. Some focus on adulthood and drag it out while others get to the marriage and children phase a bit too quickly, but a few stand out just right (and by right, I mean "I could read this as if I'm watching it on TV"). But what I gather trying to read is Next Generation fics. Some writers opt to say the girls had normal children and don't tell them the Secret - which leads to history repeating and the daughters and/or sons finding their way onto Mako and going through the Metamorphosis. Others say the children are born with their powers, therefore automatically in on the Secret. And I think I recall a fic that ventured into the girls (or maybe just Cleo) becoming grandmothers themselves.

(FYI: It's a lot more telling how long ago a fanfic was written if the mermen in them have orangey-gold tails or any other colors pre-Mako Mermaids.)

Overall, I do appreciate those stories, but that doesn't diminish my preference for the past mermaids or what they could've/would've done if taking the present canon into account. I wanna explore how being mermaids in the 50s had worked out, if Gracie's choice was what split the group up, or if it was the tip of the iceberg. But mostly, I wanna know why Gracie was the only one to have a family and the implications of her ties to Mako after no longer being a mermaid. Did Gracie leave and never look back? Could Annette have been an 80s mermaid if she had returned? And regardless of how she came in, was Charlotte being drawn to Mako and becoming a mermaid really shocking?

Or what about Julia? The only reason we found out she died was because her locket sold at an estate sale and ended up at a jewelry shop. But did that have to necessarily mean she was alone or could it be implied she did have family and they sold her stuff without realizing the significance of the locket? What if someone did try to look for it and couldn't track it down? Maybe, if not directly a grandchild, but a grand-niece or nephew?

So in that hypothesis, out of the 4 known members of the 50s group, Gracie and Julia had more reasons to have had families in their lives while Louise (an elderly widow) and Max (a recluse hermit) didn't.

I understand we got used to the iconic OG girls, but there are too many holes and plots to be left unexplored.

((Before I end on this note, let me send this off that next-generation tropes don't necessarily have to apply to children and grandchildren. I'll fan the flame that Kim Sertori could have received the torch and become a mermaid. Cleo and co. were off the college and with the moon pool supposedly damaged, it wouldn't be like more mermaid hijinx could occur...that they'd be aware of. And what if Taryn Marler (Julia in S2 and Sophie in S3) had been brought on as a twenty-something woman who endured Metamorphosis, unlike the teenagers before her? Her character - Rachel Samuels from Blue Water High S2, free to watch on YouTube - had a much more preferable persona for H2O, so why not combine them into someone fleshed out? Instead of the main characters having children or having them help out the next random group of teenaged Merfolk - why not focus on a narrative of a mermaid's siblings finally stepping into her shoes and a woman entering her adult years as a mermaid?))

#h2o just add water #kim sertori #Taryn marler #sophie benjamin #Cleo massey #cleo sertori #gracie watsford #h2o just add water julia #Louise chatham #Max hamilton #Rachel samuels #Blue water high #charlotte watsford #annette watsford

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grutadodaibo · 4 months

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So, I decided to rewatch Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated, it's been 3 years since the last time I watched it, by now I am midway season 1, it has been a nice experience, I really appreciate the writers effort for trying to make a plot focused Scooby Doo show while keeping all the tropes the franchise is known for, and I keep wondering why someone at Warner Bros. haven't tried to give it a try on it again (Unless you count HBO'S Velma, but let's not talk about this, we all know how bad this show is).

But one thing that keeps coming back everytime I watch an episode of the series, is how in order for the series to work, the gang needs to be either out of character or very one note. Their dynamic is really weird because you have these two opposing forces on the series where in one hand they want us to root for their friendship and for them to stay together but at the same time when they are together they are this close 🤏 to split up and never see each other's faces again.

I kept remembering the 2002 live action movie where the gang has a similar dynamic, but there they at least have a reason for why they acted like that, they've been together for too long and can't stand each other anymore because every monster they find the same thing keeps happening, that's why they break up and keep acting completly rude and apathetic towards to each other. Here though, there really isn't a reason why, they know each other for a while, have solved some misteries by the time the show begins, but overall, they are just really toxic to each other, the prime example being the way they write Velma and Shaggy's relationship, I know that Tony Cervone has stated that this was because Velma is lesbian in the series, going through a compulsive heterosexual relationship but this is not enough to explain way her relationship with Shaggy is so messed up, with her trying to change how he talks, how he dresses, what he eats and the whole rivalry they pull out of nowhere between her and Scooby, I'm all for Velma being lesbian (Even tho I'm more of the Bi Velma team) but this really isn't the way to do it.

I stil like the show, but we all need to adress criticism when criticism is needed, specially when the show is often regarded as the best piece of midia in the franchise, and that could be a problem for new interpretations of the characters that have the same issues as the ones from SDMI.

#scooby doo #SDMI #scooby doo mystery incorporated #shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #fred jones #daphne blake #scooby gang

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mirambles · 3 months

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Welcome to SamdalRi - Disappointing is a mild word!

Let me say it up front - I adore Ji Chang Wook. He is so handsome, so gorgeous and an extremely talented actor. He is good at everything - action, comedy and emotions but no one serves angst like he does! I end up watching all his dramas and sadly have liked none since Suspicious Partner. That is my all time favourite - that was also Peak JCW - chemistry and acting everything!

Needless to say despite me not liking the FL of SamdalRi much , I was looking forward to this drama and quite enjoyed the beach town , light hearted feel of the trailer. The first 4 episodes were decent and even if the drama was tropey and predictable I would have enjoyed watching it if the execution was right. But the drama went downhill sooner than I expected.

The show starts with FL being wrongly accused and prosecution by media & public alike without any proof of the accusation. On spot reflection of Korean public towards celebs. I expected this plot to play out and FL to fight hard to prove her accuser wrong, but that plot had no consistency and emerged in the series on and off.

People will hate me for saying this, but all that SamDalRi became was a poor copy of Hometown Cha Cha Cha and Reply 1988.

Reply 1988: Families as neighbours/best friends. Gang of 5 friends 4 guys and girl - love triangle.

Hometown Cha Cha Cha:

1. Career oriented FL comes back to her small town after this setback

2. Genius ML opts to stay in small town sacrificing big town opportunities (Are plaid shirts a thing for small town men in Korea?)

3. Halmeoni gang of villages

4. Trauma for ML (death of loved one)

5. Apply ointment on wound of ML scene

6. Drunk sleepover

7. Beach town setting

8. Mid-late 30year olds behaving like teenagers after confessing their love

Now many will say these are common tropes in Kdrama land, but given that HomeTown Cha Cha is recent - the comparisons are most likely.

The lazy writing in SamDalRi made me appreciate HomeCha even more, especially the female characters in that show - small or big were exceptionally written. I couldn’t even empathise or feel for the FL of SamDalRi, forget the sisters or the mom. You take an actress like Kim Mi Kyung and give her a role where she is only staring at everyone barring one breakdown scene.

And what’s with all the adults hitting each other all the time, yelling at each other and the sisters being constantly drunk!

The Haenyeo gang was the most irritating in this show. My biggest gripe though was the age group of the leads and their friends! Who behaves in such a childish manner at 38 , which man is hanging onto his childhood crush till 38 despite knowing his best friend and her are dating or doesn’t express his feelings when those two split up and take his chance, then wants to express his feelings when the couple is back together! I have no idea if the writer understands the sensitivity around these things.

What’s the Korean drama obsession with showing 38 year old couple who has dated before behaving like they are in their 20s or teens when they get back together again! FFS there was a scene where the dad finds them sleeping in her bed and is mad at them and they are behaving like they got caught for first time!

SamDalRi tried to do everything - friends to lovers to exes to lovers, love triangle, childhood friendships, friends more than family, small town found families, giving up on dreams, scandal, capitalism, life of haenyeos, grief after loss of loved one, a healing drama. It failed at everything, because it couldn’t focus and decide what was the main theme and the sub-plots.

The writing was lazy, there was no character progression or growth, and the audience couldn’t connect to any characters. The acting was quite average barring JCW who excelled in every scene. I know SHS fans liked her performance, but she didn’t move me or make me want to watch more of her dramas (this is the 3rd drama of hers I have watched and the only one I didn’t drop cause of JCW).

I wanted to tweet first, but I started to type and realised it would be too long a thread and so a post was better to rant about this show! I ended up skipping most of the scenes post E8 and only ended up watching scenes that featured JCW, even though he excelled and looked great - this was another ordeal of a drama to finish!

Come on JCW choose better scripts. Do justice to that awesome potential and come back in a mature, slow burn romance with Nam Ji Hyun, because no one else has 🔥 chemistry with you like she does and no one else matches you in all aspects like she does!

#kdrama #welcome to samdalri #final thoughts #ji chang wook

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jumpscaregoose · 1 year

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x laws propaganda time

alright this is the big one buckle in nerds

@ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma poll crash course in x laws and also lyserg diethel. all encompassing longpost, tangents included

this is probably going to be too monolithic to work as propaganda but I can do what I want

(read more for courtesy because. abomination)

we’ll begin with some light housekeeping!

Shaman King 101 real quick for those unaware: shamans are people who can see and communicate with ghosts and spirits. every 500 years there’s a big tournament to decide who gets the biggest, bestest spirit, the Great Spirit. there are two versions of SK, 2001 (a heavily manga divergent anime adaptation considered to be better on both nostalgia and writing principles) and the 2021/manga version (written by this guy hiroyuki takei who’s really not the best at writing plots and tends to forget important details. this one’s his intent for better or worse and is more canon).

IMPORTANT TERMS (that I use here but forgot to explain first oops)

spirit ally: a shaman’s primary spirit they use for combat and various tasks

over soul: putting a spirit into a physical medium to allow them to interact with the living world

mana/furyoku: interchangable english and japanese terms for a shaman’s power level. can be measured numerically

shaman king: the person who has the great spirit as their spirit ally

the original shaman king manga was written by a man named hiroyuki takei. takei is. certainly a writer ever. he’s very good at writing fun characters and character dynamics. he character designs and art are very nice (when he’s not being stupid with them. there are some CHOICES). he is very bad at most other things. like remembering timelines and plot details. or research. I will be referring to him occasionally

my area of expertise is the manga version, so assume anything I mention is from that one unless otherwise stated (most general statements do apply to both). HOWEVER, there are some x laws related things that are SIGNIFICANTLY DIFFERENT (more traumatic) in 2001, and I will bring those up as well.

the main antagonist is this guy hao, an onmyoji from 1000 years ago who reincarnated himself to become god (the shaman king). also btw an onmoyji is a type of spiritual leader person who practiced the traditional chinese wuxing (five element) concept, that’s important later. the main protagonist is his twin brother/split part of his soul yoh. they’re really interesting but not the point of this post so

enter lyserg diethel, blorbo no. 1 for this poll (I highly recoommend starting to type his name into your search engine and clicking on the first chemical looking thing that comes up in autocomplete. I could just tell you but it’s way funnier if you find this out how I did)

when we meet lyserg he’s 14 years old (I think. the SK timeline is very broken around this part of the story and dates can vary by a couple years) and he’s joined the shaman fight (big plot tournament) to get revenge on hao, who killed his parents and burned his house down when he was 6. also he’s british, uses dowsing with a pendulum, and his spirit ally is the fairy morphine (funny if you looked up the thing from before), who’s been his friend for his entire life (comes up in trauma later keep notes). he’s also frequently depicted with poppies in the manga (infuriating when combined with the name thing and morphine. why. why is he named that. why he not opioid. this makes me so irrationally upset). lyserg meets the protagonist gang (yoh, this gay emo kid, gay emo kid’s shonen rival boyfriend, and this other guy with a hilarious running gag of summoning this guy billy with magic hitchhiking powers all the time in 2001. it’s implied hitchhiking guy and billy make out once. this show is insane). lyserg’s goal at this point is to find strong allies to beat hao, so he tries to invoke the let’s-fight-to-become-friends trope and it does work but not until he gets decked in the face for being an idiot and pays for everyone’s hospital bills. which are a thing because btw everyone got dropped out of a plane into new mexico breaking bad style for a tournament test.

while journeying with the protagonist gang, they encounter one of hao’s minions, a man named boris tepes dracula. boris is able to use his spirit ally to possess people and temporarily turn them into his vampire minions. the concept of becoming a servant to hao is so horrific to lyserg that, in the 2001 version, he begs yoh to kill him if he ever becomes one. with 100% sincerity. spoiler alert he does at one point, does not get killed, and is confused. this is also when the main event of this poll shows up.

X LAWS BACKSTORY INTERLUDE!

back in the day there were these two dudes luchist and marco lasso. marco was an orphan who grew up at luchist’s family orphanage and they had a very close paternal relationship. so close that they founded an independent supercar dealership together. enter hao, here to find minions for the shaman fight in what was at this point probably about 10 years! arson and murder! the car dealership and orphanage get burnt down, and luchist and marco swear lifelong vengeance on a kid who couldn’t have been more than 5 years old and form the x laws. they gather more people who also think a small child is the ultimate evil, including… who’s that? our next competitor!

iron maiden jeanne, blorbo no. 2 for this poll!

jeanne was a young orphan girl on the streets of mont saint michel in france (my high school functions teacher claimed to have almost drowned in quicksand there writing his name during low tide), that marco and luchist picked to become their ultimate weapon and convinced her she was sent from god to defeat hao. key point here: iron maiden jeanne is genuinely just some random little girl, no divine connection beyond that of the average shaman of her power level. and about that power level. manga/2021 shaman king has this weird little detail, where if a shaman dies or is gravely injured, their numerical power level (I’m glad 2001 only brought in numbers to surprise us with hao’s strength later on, because aaaaaaa) will increase drastically. the x laws exploit this system by having jeanne swear and oath on an iron maiden (the fake medieval torture device, not the band) and stay inside it almost 24/7. real spikes, too. blood pours out of it during her introduction.

being so close to death for probably half her life has given her immense power, and her spirit ally is shamash, the god/spirit who… issued the first laws to the babylonians in mesopotamia? wasn’t the x laws supposed to be a catholic thing?

don’t. worry. about it. normal Takei things.

real quick on religious imagery: the x laws’ over souls are “angels” these robot things (think eva unit but #aesthetic #angelcore or whatever) that they activate by shooting guns. can range from small handguns to bazookas. the second ed of the 2021 anime is also this:

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take it as you will (I love the 2021 eds so much btw, my favourite pieces of shaman king animation. ed 1 for the win)

jeanne’s over souls are all also medieval torture devices (of various levels of accuracy), for example guillotines, gibbets, and the statue of apega

(also, when I say “god” in this, unless I’m referring to hao, the great spirit, or winning the shaman fight, I just mean a powerful spirit ally. it’s weird and confuses even me)

and while we’re talking about jeanne, she’s clearly named after joan d'arc, the revolutionary who heard visions from the archangel micheal on mont saint michel. jeanne wholeheartedly believes she was sent by god to defeat hao, and in the x laws’ twisted views of justice

all those who stand in their way are irredeemable sinners who deserve their gruesome deaths. the x laws are justice incarnate. hao is the ultimate evil who must be defeated at all costs (hao is spotted doing such things as. hanging out with his adoptive little sister/daughter on top of big rocks. engaging in polite conversation with his brother at coffee shops and hot springs. eating a baguette at their match. taunting his brother’s fiancée over a book)

returning to the timeline, the x laws appear and immediately kill boris (turn him into actual dust and all). resident good boy yoh and the other protagonist guys are obviously icked out, because they’d just shonen battled boris, learned his tragic backstory, and taken him out as a threat. lyserg, however, is entranced by the x laws and their gun angel robots… gun angels… angels with…

no…

*I am pulled away from my computer and executed by the comedy police*

anyways, this is the start of a somewhat out of place shakespearean tragedy for our boy. is comparing hiroyuki goddamn takei to william shakespeare a stretch? yes. so much of a stretch. does it feel right in this case? also yes. this is the start of a beautiful, fascinating, deeply frustrating spiral (this character arc has made several people I know hate lyserg diethel at some point lol)

our guys make the final walk to their destination awkwardly walking behind the x laws, who are pissed they didn’t do a murder. eventually they separate and we randomly meet god in southwest colorado. god as in the great spirit in this case. some plot shit happens and lyserg ends up separated from the rest of the protagonist gang, and he wanders into the x laws. there’s this absolutely heartbreaking scene of lyserg, this young boy mourning his parents, crying into marco’s shoulder to ask him if, just maybe, the x laws can defeat hao. and because this is a cult he says yes.

the reveal of lyserg joining the x laws is another very nice and painful scene. it’s been heavily implied to have happened (see above) but had not yet been confirmed. it’s a really good scene but I think you can only really catch the ~Vibes~ by seeing it so

important context: the guy getting sliced was lyserg’s opponent in an officially sanctioned tournament match, where you absolutely do NOT have to kill people. this is after around 3 months of being with the x laws (in the dumb manga timeline. holy shit I hate the manga timeline. in 2001 it’s different, I think it’s even less time)

so, in roughly 3 months with this group, our boy went from “standard anime revenge plot” to “actual cult member. who will kill people”. like he was fucked up before but not in a godly way. also there’s more fucked up now.

real quick jeanne thing. in the manga, most of the x laws get killed by hao (either in a tournament or while shooting a giant space laser at him, setting off a criminally underutilized subplot). some more shit happens, and jeanne ends up discovering that she’s not sent from god, but just and ordinary girl. she is surprisingly unfazed by this. I blame takei

the 2001 and manga versions both have a mutually exclusive godly fucked up thing about them so we’ll be going over those after a quick word from our sponsor: child abuse! yeah lyserg gets slapped around a lot. for not being 100% murder cult 100% of the time. it’s fucked up in a godly way yeah.

in the 2001 version, the spiral is even worse, including lyserg abandoning morphine (best friend fairy who he had a whole filler episode getting back from some goons. that morphine). and he doesn’t really stop being culty and the worst until the very end. and he’s also a lot MORE culty and the worst. he straight up kidnaps someone to use them as bait in an elaborate plan to send hao’s soul to the shadowrealm called the Gate of Babylon, this thing that’ll send everyone in a small vicinities’ souls there. I’m gonna be honest I forgot the details and the wiki was really unhelpful but that’s the gist. he does eventually get less cultish in 2001 though.

in the manga lyserg goes to hell. this isn’t actually that weird for shaman king, I haven’t mentioned it yet but at this point in the manga death has kind of lost all meaning (this comes up with a jeanne thing later. do I need to touch on red crimson jeanne in here? not really. but I’m gonna. “world is mine” -hatsune miku). 4 other guys go to hell at the same time as him he isn’t special. BUT. the hells in shaman king are pretty clearly tied to past events of their beholder’s lives, or worries they might have. for example, a character who’s hometown was flooded when they were young goes to a flooded forest (for THREE PANELS. justice for the hororen hells). lyserg’s hell is london, what looks like some weird time dilated tudor/modern london crossover (or someone not knowing what london looks like). in weird london, lyserg is attacked by a demon he calls Mastema (who, according to my beloved wikipedia, is a fallen archangel and the personification of hatred) takei clearly did at least that much research for once, because Mastema follows lyserg wherever he goes and only attacks when he thinks of his parent’s deaths and his hatred for hao. at one point, he does this to try and defeat it…

…and immediately gets pummeled

now, I’m not entirely sure this was intentional, but like. becoming an “angel” to defeat something. and that doesn’t work. 2+2, people. he comes back from hell btw. death has no meaning and all

in 2021 there’s also this scene where yoh comes to visit lyserg (because he’s the goodest boy ever and is worried about his friend) and jeanne shows up to ask yoh to join the x laws. he refuses, and she immediately switches from hello friend join us to well. murder

and we should also probably talk about zeruel. zeruel, according to google and evangelion, means “arm of god”. zeruel is the angel lyserg recieves as part of the x laws (and who he ditches morphine for in 2001). zeruel itself isn’t really that relevant overall but I felt I had to bring it up. in the manga he uses zeruel (car form) and morphine to form his armoured over soul, mastema dolkeem (flames of enmity)

oh right

five warriors

is a thing

in the manga, they introduce this concept of the five warriors, each representing one element (annoyingly, not the actual wuxing elements but instead water, earth, fire, air, and lightning?). hao’s spirit ally throughout the series has been the spirit of fire (there are spirits for each element btw) so it’s poetic that lyserg gets the flames of enmity and fire, or something.

let’s talk about the impermance of death in shaman king real quick. for most of the second half of the manga, death has basically no meaning

oh shit I just realized I forgot to mention jeanne can resurrect the dead. she can do that btw

the death-has-no-meaning train gets started when jeanne brings this one emo guy who died for emo reasons back from the dead and it’s introduced as a concept. over the course of shaman king that emo guy dies. four times. the entire main cast has died at least once (we will get to that later). by the end there is no reason to leave someone dead at all, and doing so would be really fucking stupid. guess what happens to jeanne in red crimson (shaman king spinoff manga. also the best shaman king spinoff manga my beloved)? she dies. permanently

(this screenshot was apparently what broke the post? jeanne dying too powerful for tumblr?)

it’s an ok (?) ending to her character arc (and shows how fucked up she got from the whole child cult leader thing) but it irks me somehow (there’s also a scene in the manga after jeanne discovers she’s not sent from god where she refers to suicide as “there being no act more wicked”)

resurrect my girl

jeanne’s whole thing in red crimson annoys me to no end and if I went off about it here you wouldn’t believe that red crimson is Good Actually. so I won’t. but just know that the wasted potential is off the charts

and now, for what feels like a technicality to me: asakura hao kills everyone!

at the end of the manga, hao becomes god. he also proceeds to attempt his genocide of the human race and offs the entire main cast almost instantly. it is my favourite scene in shaman king ever and I love it dearly. what matters here is that both of our guys here got killed by god himself. that’s also godly trauma. the fact that THAT’S in a lil footnote shows how fucked up everything else is tbh

and uh that’s all I can think of for lyserg and jeanne religious trauma. if you’re curious just ask me somehow and I will be glad to infodump

but really you should just go shaman king (I recommend reading the manga first and then watching 2001. the reboot anime too if you really like the story but it’s just the manga but worse)

do it

there’s some bullshit and bad writing in there but it’s still pretty good (and stupid)

#shaman king #lyserg diethel #iron maiden jeanne #dear god can this post just work #tumblr I hate you sometimes

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kittyandco · 8 months

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✍️🛌👀 for whoever you'd like! -@silverselfshippingchaos 💚

@silverselfshippingchaos AAH THANK YOU! i am going to talk about hans again whoops

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom treat you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

it depends on who you ask. the frozen fandom, like i said in another ask, is very split between the Normal Fans and the hans fans 😭 it sucks that we can't get along, but that rift was not caused by us let me tell you... and it happened way before i was on tumblr. oh well! so the fact that i'm associated with him probably wouldn't bode too well

i'm definitely a minor side character like hans 😭 we're destined to be ignored by literally everyone

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

writers would definitely explore redemption arcs. a lot of people just want hans to be happy and maybe not evil anymore, because he seems like he could be capable of such... and i understand the urge. i have decided that i like him being a terrible bastard (while still being more secure thanks to me), but i have dabbled in AUs where he at least stops acting on the impulse to hurt other people kajksjksd

my s/i is the perfect vehicle, because they grew up together, they've experienced a lot of the same things. it makes sense that she would help "redeem" him in a way. or at least encourage him to try and redeem himself in the eyes of the arendelle gang

👀: How does your ship with your f/o influence both of your characterisations and the world? Would there be any interesting metas written about your dynamic?

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS BECAUSE one of the reasons i love frozen so much and relate to its characters is because i deeply relate to each of their struggles. being told to shut off my emotions, induced loneliness because i feel alienated from others just by virtue of being who i am (queer, neurodivergent, generally not feeling like i'm built for this world, etc), feeling trapped in my own world and in my circumstances, believing that love is freeing, emotionally neglectful family, having to put on an act just to get through the day or risk my security and losing myself in the process, i could go on and on this movie speaks to me on so many levels and i can't do it justice in this ask

and hans is supposed to represent the evil mirror in the original story, where he's what, honestly, either anna or elsa could become, but most meta on the film mentions that he's supposed to be anna's reflection, not elsa's. i think it could work both ways but he represents them both in interesting ways.

well, my s/i is very similar to him too. but instead of tossing him aside and believing that he's hopeless, she shows him love... and i think that could speak to people who think they're completely unlovable and destined to be unloved. seeing people as flawed as my s/i and hans together and loving each other would be nice i think 😢

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

#asks #💕 love is an open door

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 2 years

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Safe Harbour

Book: Open Heart (between my ending of book 2 and beginning of When Egos Collide)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Warnings: mentions of past abuse(non physical), language, pregnancy scare

Trope: and there was a lot of comfort

Category : angst with fluff moments

Summary: Casey receives a message from her first college ex boyfriend that stirs up many not so nice emotions. This also doubles as The exes talk about Casey’s exes.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Author’s note: Submission for CFWC Naughty and Nice Event.

Prompt/s: I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.

First confession

🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Casey was on cloud nine, Edenbrook was safe, she still had a job, she finally had some clarity about where things were with her and Ethan and more importantly they did not need to hide it after getting approval from the board. It was coming up to the enforced closure of Edenbrook whilst the main part of the renovations that Leland had undertaken. Ethan had a therapy session with Louise today so Casey was at the apartment with her friends. They were enjoying a brunch together. Everyone was excited but apprehensive about the year ahead but all were relieved that they were able to complete their residencies together.

After brunch the gang split up. Casey went to her room to get ready to go to Ethan’s. She was proud of Ethan for embarking on the journey that he was undertaking with Louise. She understood his initial apprehension but as he was starting to understand Louise better he was undertaking himself better and if she was being honest, it was helping their relationship also. Despite the good place there was a part that she had not shared with Ethan yet. Her two exes, he knew they existed and that the relationships were not great but he did not know how bad they were, especially the first one. At the time she felt what Ethan knew would be enough but little did she know that her world was going to come crashing down.

She made her way to Ethan’s, picking up some Cannolis on the way for afternoon tea. She arrived at his apartment, happily greeted by Jenner. She put the Cannolis in the fridge and made her way to the balcony to enjoy the rest of the nice day. She had started to doze off when her phone went off. She thought it would be a text from Ethan telling her he was on his way home but it was not.

“Hello Casey, It has been awhile. We must catch up. Jaiden.”

Casey could feel the colour drain from her face and she started to shake. Just then Ethan arrived home. He saw her sitting on the balcony and made his way out to her. He was not prepared for what he saw, which was Casey trembling whilst holding her phone, looking pale. Just then her phone rang, before Casey could say to not answer it, Ethan picked it up and did so. The person on the other end hung up as soon as Ethan answered.

He turned to Casey.

“What is wrong sweetheart?”

Casey unlocks her phone and shows him the message.

“Who is Jaiden?”

“My ex boyfriend from undergrad…” Casey then starts to cry.

Ethan gives her a hug and rubs comforting circles on her back. He kisses the top of her head. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,you are safe with me.”

Casey nodded.

“I know, but seeing the message brought everything back…”

“You don’t need to tell me any or everything Casey” he said quietly.

“We met at NYU, he was a second year Science major and I was still contemplating if I should go pre med or stick with nursing. He was socially awkward but seemed nice enough. We started dating. Things seemed great until they weren’t. At this point I did not know my PCOS, so I was irregular but there was a maximum at that point that I never exceeded until I did. I was scared. I told him about me being really late and he says we will try and work it out, he comes with me to the appointment and I was not and the doctor runs tests to find out what is happening. He did not show much emotion during the appointment but he was angry after. I became scared as he never had been angry. Anyways I presume it was shock and I let him cool off. Later that day I go to his dorm and I bump into his friend. He takes me to coffee and tells me that Jaiden had told him that he had started to resent me as I was really thinking pre med by now and he could not bear me being more successful than him so he started to stealth me in the hopes of getting me pregnant. This friend was mortified and ceased his friendship. I went and confronted him and he of course denied it but I could not trust him so I ended the relationship…” Casey took a sip of water whilst Ethan sat there mortified at what had happened. Finally he spoke but all he said was that he was sorry that Casey had to go through that.

My other serious relationship was not much better, he was two years ahead of me at Grossman, he was top 10 but I was top of my cohort, he was looking at residency on the west coast and he got annoyed I would contemplate moving out west with him. By this point I had my heart set on Edenbrook and so I ended it too. He seemed to resent my goals and I could see it going south and being trapped.

“Your second boyfriend is a fool, I don’t think I have words to describe the first one…”

Casey grabs her phone and blocks the number and hugs Ethan.

“I am sorry for not telling you sooner but thank you for not judging me and understanding. Casey felt lighter for having told Ethan. Ethan was sad for Casey but also relieved, especially getting out of the first relationship without being a statistic. They eventually ate the cannoli in the fridge and then take Jenner for a walk. Ethan notes that Casey appears relieved and she says that he was right, she does feel safe with him. She kisses him and whispers “I love you.” He hugs her, “I love you too, rookie.” And they make their way home.

Authors note 2: Casey really did not have the best of luck with boyfriends and things could have ended up worse. For those who have read egos, Casey does get physically hurt and Ethan does feel bad as he nearly did change his mind about going to Donahue’s that night but Casey reminds him he can not be there 24/7 and asked him not to feel bad if someone hurts her in any way. Ethan will always try and not be the one causing the hurt though. She does not hear from Jaiden again and Casey has not spoken to Paul (second boyfriend) since they broke up.

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @ofmischiefandmedicine @binny1985 @schnitzelbutterfingers @tessa-liam @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @lucy-268

@openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

#open heart #ethan ramsey #choices fanfic writers creations #casey valentine #choices #naughty and nice

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rachelbethhines · 1 year

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Scooby-Thon Review 1

I tried a similar marathon for the 50th anniversary, but burnt out before I could finish it. But in light of recent events I thought it appropriate to try again.

I’m reviewing one randomly selected episode from each series from the franchise and discussing it. So let’s kick things off right with the original show.

Scooby Doo Where Are You! - S1E4 - “Mine Your Own Business”

There’s not much to say about the original series that hasn’t been said before. It’s formulaic, the jokes are corny, the vibe is spooky but not really scary, and the characters are simplistic one-note caricatures. Yet, it’s fun!

“Mine Your Own Business” kind of shows off every single one of these aspects in the most middle of the road fare. It’s perfectly average, and in that way encapsulates the original show perfectly.

The plot is basic. The gang spend the night at an old ghost town that has seen better days. They’re the only guests, as most of the other tourists were scared off by a ghostly miner. Of course there is more to this ghost than meets the eye when the gang discovers that there is still treasure to be found down in the mines.

All the usual routines are here. You know the tropes. The gang split up, Shaggy and Scooby get chased by the ghost. Danger Prone Daphne falls down a shaft and finds the clues while at it. Velma figures out what all the clues mean. And Fred thinks up the trap.

I guess the only notable things to come out of the episode are,

Shaggy knows how to crack a safe.

And a production error gave Velma magical disappearing/reappearing lipstick

Doesn’t she look cute?

5/10

#scooby doo #scooby doo where are you #fred jones #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #daphne blake

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asilcorner · 2 years

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i was SO SCARED one of them was gonna get hit, or something more spooky was gonna happen, whew. now they're just. separated. in a haunted house. during a storm. everythign is TOTALLY fine hhabawbhhbjbfblwjegb yeah

Scooby-doo trope "okay gang, let's split up" shenanigans are happening

#asil answers

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lavendertales · 2 years

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Anarchy of temptation || Frankie Morales x f!reader**

summary: Santiago asks for you and Frankie’s help for a mission that requires you both to go undercover. things that will get uncovered though will lead to a surprising evening.

word count: 6.4k

WARNINGS: piv (safe), mutual masturbation, cunnilingus, and let’s not forget the classic one bed trope & fake dating trope.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

A/N: commission for my lovely wife @pedro-pastel. I hope you enjoy this, my love.

gif: @trashcora

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

You chuckle into your glass of wine, gaze locked on the bar instead of the recipient of the voice. Few seconds later, you manage to cock an eyebrow at the man, lick your lips and shake your head as a no. He sits right next to you, ordering a beer. You can feel his eyes on you.

“I don’t believe you are trying to flirt with me. Especially tonight,” you tease.

“Should I stop then?”

You shift to meet his gaze, a soft and comforting one, and yet… alluring. You smile.

“I didn’t say I don’t like it.”

He reciprocates the smile and thanks the bartender for the beer. He toasts to you and him like it’s some sort of victory, but tonight is far from that.

“It’s a scam, Pope!”

“It’s a mission.”

“Okay, my bad. It’s fraud!”

You’d been arguing with Santiago for over ten minutes once he’d broken down the latest scheme he put together.

More like a suicide mission if it were up to you.

Evidently stealing money was old news. The new order of business was stealing jewels, or “getting to them before the real bad guys get a chance to”, according to Santiago’s words, to which you rolled your eyes at. There was an upcoming party, as lavish as it could possibly be, and he needed someone on the inside to get the necessary information regarding a very expensive necklace that was about to be stolen, from what he’d heard.

“Why can’t you go?” Frankie had asked the obvious question.

“Because a lot of people there know me, they won’t disclose anything to me. So I need a fresh face.”

“Why does it have to be both of us?” you had asked, arms crossed at your chest in disbelief.

“Because fancy, wealthy couples get a higher chance at blending in and more likely to be told information like the one we need.”

You huffed, with Frankie following suit. You neither liked the situation, clearly, but you couldn’t fully say no. Although you both remembered the last mission Santiago had gotten the boys into, he assured you both that this time it would be nothing like that. Instead, you and Frankie would get to dress up fancy for the evening, get drinks for free and look devastatingly gorgeous while retrieving information for a friend. It was tempting at least for the drinks, but an approval was still a long way to come.

“Who is this guy?”

Santiago’s facial expression changed, slightly reddening as he sighed, visibly struggling to compose himself. That didn’t sit well with you, but you couldn’t deny the fact that he had peaked your curiosity.

“He’s known as Scarface—“

“Scarface.”

“Yes.”

“As in… Al Capone’s nickname?”

“Yeah. Don’t—don’t dwell on it too much, trust me.”

You frowned, trying to process the information. “Oh, I am trying to, believe me.”

You allowed him to continue nonetheless.

“He’s got solid intel according to which some kind of gang is after a pretty expensive diamond necklace. If we can get him to tell us the exact location of the necklace, we can get to it before the gang, demand money for it—everybody wins.”

“So we split the money three ways, right?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course. Come on, guys, I wouldn’t ask this if it wasn’t life or death!”

“That’s what you said about our last mission.”

The grim silence prevented Santiago from saying anything else, at least for the time being. He recalled the mission that cost them not just money, but also Tom’s life. It took all of them months to get over it, and the wound was still fresh over a year later. They all agreed to bury the hatchet and never go on any other mission that could be life threatening to them.

And particularly not to you.

While you were on great terms with all of the guys, the bond you shared with Frankie was rather unique. You two had a special connection, alright, and Santiago and the Miller brothers knew damn well how protective Frankie was over you. Jokes were flying by a lot of the time, none that you and Frankie actually paid attention to, but neither of you could deny the fact that you knew the root of what was causing all those jokes and innuendos. You knew it—or likely, you understood it—but you paid no attention to it. Neither one of you acted upon it.

“Sorry, man,” Frankie said. “I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

“No, it’s okay. You… do have a point. But this isn’t—actually life or death.”

“And yet there’s a guy that goes by the nickname Scarface whom I’m guessing won’t come alone to that event.”

“It’s not—“

“I’m willing to bet he has friends. With guns.”

“Look, I just – I really need your help, okay? I can’t do this by myself.”

You exchanged a look with Frankie as if to agree with each other non-verbally. You were quite good at that, truthfully.

“Besides, it’s an opportunity for you to look good!”

You stared at Santiago, pursing your lips and nodding several times, slowly, until Santiago eventually understood his mistake.

“That’s not what I meant,” he rectified. “All you guys have to do is doll up, be charming, look disgustingly in love, get in for the intel, get out and call it a night! Por favor. I need you two.”

“It’s good to get out of the house,” Frankie tries to joke.

“Yeah. Looking dashing, no less.”

He smiles flustered, ears reddening. He hasn’t worn a suit in quite a long time, not to mention to such an event—it might’ve been a cover up for some drug dealers and shady deals to go down, but, as Santiago himself said, it was a good excuse to look good and grab some drinks whilst helping out a friend.

And any time Frankie gets to spend with you, he’s more than thankful and glad to do it.

“You’re the one who looks incredible,” he says.

“Oh, please.”

“I’m serious. Look at you, you’re—glowing, and that dress—“

He stops. He could write a whole thesis on how beautiful he thinks you are, and how intelligent and sassy and funny and how much he cares for you. But said thesis has to remain strictly in his mind. He doesn’t think your friendship would ever pass the time test or that you would even consider dating him, considering all of the things you know about him and the guys and what he’s done.

“So. Should we mingle?” he proposes, clearing his throat of all the things he wished he’d said before.

“Hm, maybe later. How about we get another drink first?”

You’re nervous, and Frankie notices it. He sees right through your radiant smile, exaggerated by default to appear more engaging. You’re not shy when it comes to lying, but meddling in sketchy businesses to extract information from potentially dangerous men isn’t your cup of tea. It’s not Frankie’s either; he’s more of a doer than a talker, while you function the other way around. The two of you are different in many ways, but oddly enough—or not—you function perfectly.

You resort to having another drink, though you were both in mutual agreement way before you arrived at the venue tonight that there is a limit to the alcohol intake, as you need your heads clear for the mission. So you decide that this red wine is your last one for the evening—all but for the right reasons. Red wine usually warms you up, gets you in a sweet headspace where everything seems possible and attractive, and tonight you have an underlying task: to not cave in to the temptation that sits all dressed up in a tuxedo right next to you.

Frankie remains your most bittersweet what if. Sure you wondered and dared imagine, but it never went farther than that. Neither you nor he could deny the strong attraction that resides between you two—and especially tonight, something special seems to be floating in the air as you timidly gaze at each other, cheeks flushed from the red wine and each other’s presence. But nothing ever came of said attraction. Nothing materialized itself. You figured you should leave things as they are instead of pushing for something that might turn out to be a mere gamble in the end.

But it’s tough, especially when Frankie seems to be glued to you, his hands gently brushing up against you every once in a while. You gulp and do that awkward, polite smile with your lips pursed together that is usually reserved for when you meet acquaintances in public. You’re nervous—for all intents and purposes of the event, surely—and you cannot truly hide it. Frankie either doesn’t notice or is kind enough to look past it.

“What’s our back story?” he asks.

“Right. Uh… well, we met a few years ago at a coffee shop, love at first sight, we’ve been together ever since. There you go.”

“That was fast.”

“It doesn’t have to be complicated, does it?”

“You’re right.”

He tugs at his tie, the whiskey in his glass burning his throat and his whole body once he takes the first sip. He opted for a whiskey this time, needing something stronger to keep him relaxed yet on the edge at the same time. Somehow, right now, the actual mission seems to be the least concerning thing for him.

He steals glances at you every once in a while when you’re too busy checking the décor. You’re wearing a beautiful, regal dress with a slit that daringly exposes some of your leg, and Frankie harshly swallows all intentions he might have towards that. It feels risqué to even look at you, admire you, but truthfully, he’s never seen you so dolled up and it is clearly taking its toll on him. His tie feels constricting all of a sudden and his temples betray his restlessness in the bright lights by parading little beads of sweat. He gently wipes them away when you’re not looking and smiles pleasantly at you, willing to maintain the façade you are both supposed to be wearing tonight.

“What’s our guy look like?” you ask absentmindedly.

“Tall, dark hair, blue eyes and a scar on his cheek. Pope said it’s very obvious, but not in a traumatizing way.”

“He sure has a way with words.”

Frankie chuckles, taking another sip of the whiskey.

“The guy does sound kinda dreamy, not gonna lie,” you comment.

“Pretty sure what you’re describing is the Stockholm syndrome.”

You throw him an unimpressed look which makes him chuckle in return. You notice he’s tugging at his tie again, as if struggling to breathe.

“Are you okay?” you check in.

“Yeah, sure.”

But you also remark how he gulps, his Adam’s apple moving with each motion, several times in a row, and you put down the glass and inch closer to him. Hands steady yet cold, you work at his tie, much to his surprise.

“What uh—what are you doing?”

“Looks like this thing is choking you.”

No, that’s not it, Frankie thinks.

Now that you’re so close to him, the scent of your perfume invades his nostrils and wraps him in a delicious frenzy. It is characteristic to you, somehow, and it fits you like a glove. It works in perfect harmony with the dress, the jewelry, the makeup, all of you. Frankie’s eyes remain locked on your face, on your lips in particular, entering a trance.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask close to his earlobe and he nearly shivers.

“Yeah.”

Your eyes lock and for a moment frozen in time, you cease all movement and simply stare at him. He’s got those big, soft brown eyes that make you weak in the knees by how warm they are, but also manage to be felt so intensely. You take a deep breath and smile at him, letting go of his tie.

“There. Is it better?”

Frankie takes a while to answer. He’s burning up for reasons that got nothing to do with the drink, nor the atmosphere. He has the slight feeling—or rather, hope—that you also feel it, that you already know what’s on his mind and in his heart, but he vocalizes none of that.

“Slightly,” Frankie eventually replies.

And then, his hands are on your waist, pulling you so close to him you’re practically glued to his body. You draw in a nearly desperate gasp, face in dangerous proximity to his. Frankie is looking far ahead though, as if somehow not conscious of his own bodily reactions.

“Frankie?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Our guy is coming over. We’re supposed to be a married, wealthy couple, remember?”

The mission, of course.

“Right.”

You lick your lips, resorting to flashing him a bright smile as he finally looks down on you and you both up your flirting game. It’s not hard to play pretend when his hands feel soooo damn good on your waist. Your mind soon drifts off and presents you a variety of scenarios during which his hands travel all over your body, exploring it and making it burn right under his fingertips, opening it up to new sensations and throes of passion.

“Catfish, I suppose?”

The man’s voice is booming and imposing, and Frankie spins you around immediately to introduce you both to him. He is indeed tall, and the scar is, just as Santiago said, prominent yet not blatantly exposed. Suddenly the nickname Scarface has sense.

“This is my incredible associate and wife, Stingray.”

As you shake hands with the man, pretending to be hearing for the first time about his nickname, you realize Frankie definitely just came up with your own nickname on the spot. You make a mental note to yap at him later for its ridiculousness.

“I should introduce my wife as well, Angela. Would you wait here for just a moment?” the man asks you both.

“Of course,” you respond.

You and Frankie smile pleasantly as you watch the man leave. That’s your opportunity to throw him another unimpressed glance.

“Stingray? Really?”

Frankie shrugs. “We’re giving nicknames here, not real names.”

You frown. “He said his wife’s name is Angela! Why do I get a nickname and she doesn’t?”

“I don’t know. Would you rather have your name given here out in the open?”

“A fake name would’ve also been okay.”

Frankie says nothing, realization making him feel a little foolish, but he chuckles nervously in return.

“It’s too late for that now,” he says.

“Never mind. Let’s just get this over with.”

Now, Frankie knows you’re referring to the mission. He knows that, and yet, he can’t help but feel some melancholy at the thought that this night, as sketchy and risky as it may be, will soon come to an end. He quite enjoys the atmosphere, the drinks, the music, and most of all, your presence near him, looking so stunning that every other woman in that place would’ve felt bad.

The man returns with his wife named Angela. After introductions are made, the four of you find yourselves immersed into conversations about the topic at hand, the jewel. Information is being exchanged and finally, you can breathe freely. Except, you have not taken into account the fact that people—in particular women such as Angela—would be curious about the story behind you and Frankie’s relationship.

You successfully answered questions about your history, making up things on the spot. You and Frankie functioned perfectly together and this was yet another proof of that. You completed each other flawlessly and managed to keep your cover.

Up until one point.

“So—how did you propose to her?” Angela asks.

Your expression changes quickly to a restless one, but this time Frankie acts quicker than you whilst you fumble for an appropriate response.

“I took her to the restaurant where we had our first date. Then I drove all the way up to the hill where we had our first kiss. She loves that spot. You can see all of the stars and the city from up there. There were roses and candles, and the rose petals spelled out ‘Will you marry me?’.”

You stare at Frankie breathless. You barely hear Angela melting over the story and even Scarface seems impressed enough by it.

“You’re a very lucky man,” he tells Frankie.

“I sure am.”

Your gaze intersects with Frankie’s and it feels like it’s burning holes through you, aching and needy at the same time. There is really nothing you can say to that, so you only smile happily.

You realize it’s a made up story, yet you cannot help but swoon over it just as much as Angela did. Hell, even more than she did. It’s perfect to a brim, and it makes you wonder if Frankie ever thought about such a proposal to any of his former girlfriends.

Why did he have to go ahead and add in there your favorite spot in the city? The story has to be believable, the ugly tiny voice in your head yells. Of course it has to be believable, but instead it felt… surreal. Now all you can think about is that, the perfect romantic evening with Frankie that solidifies itself with an absolutely breathtaking moment.

A moment you know you’ll never have.

And just like that, the magic vanishes just as Scarface and Angela do.

You’re left alone with Frankie again and each touch, each stare feels more electric now. You can’t quite tell what’s changed. Maybe it was the story, or the whole pretending to be married act. Or maybe it’s just him, as it always has been.

“That was… quite the story,” you try to laugh it off, still nervous.

“Thankfully they bought it.”

“Yeah, I mean, that was the goal, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Can I ask you something?”

Frankie raises his eyebrows in the slightest, forming a very soft and utterly devastatingly sweet expression on his face, but you continue in spite of it.

“Have you ever thought about marriage?”

Frankie downs his whiskey before answering, and you reckon he needs an extra shot of confidence, though you didn’t think he needs such a thing with you, of all people.

“I did,” he confesses. “I’d like for it to happen someday, but if not, that’s fine.”

“For what is worth, if you’d do it the way you said you would… it would be very, very hard to say no. From a female perspective, I mean.”

Frankie smiles, ears red with emotion just as his cheeks, and thanks you all flustered. Truth is, he didn’t need to ponder much over that fictitious proposal story. He always envisioned he’d do it that way, aside the driving to your favorite spot part. That was something he came up in the moment as he looked at you. And now, come to think of it, he cannot imagine a better proposal idea, or a more suitable person to propose to.

But he knows it’s something that’ll probably never happen.

So he chooses to remain immersed in the present time where he invites you to dance to some slow song, one that requires his hand to be on your waist and the other holding yours as your fingers intertwine. You move together as one, and the glances you throw each other are, for the lack of a better word, electrifying. No other way to put it.

“What about you?” he asks.

“What about me?”

“Have you ever thought about marriage?”

He spins you around gently and brings you back to his chest, a place with much comfort and safety that makes it impossible for you to play pretend.

“I used to think I’d be married by the time I was thirty. Guess that’s down the drain now.”

You both giggle.

“We all make resolutions when we’re kids, ones that we think are super easily achievable because we don’t know any better. So what if it didn’t happen? It can still.”

“I don’t know. I’m definitely not in a rush and I don’t care about it as much as I used to when I was twelve years old, but it does make you wonder sometimes, you know”

“If it helps with anything, you are pretty much the ideal fake wife. I’m sure you’d also be the ideal real wife.”

A full, healthy laughter leaves your body and you smile at Frankie, unable to take your eyes off of him for the rest of the dance. Even when the song is over, you remain locked together.

“Well, we got what we needed,” Frankie says a while later. “We should tell Pope.”

“Yeah.”

And suddenly, you both realize that the evening has come to an end. While relieved, you can’t help but feel a little sad as well.

But you got what you needed, just as Frankie said. It was time to call it a night.

“Wow. Big place.”

“I see Pope doesn’t play around when it comes to keeping a façade.”

The suite was indeed huge. It had all the utilities, including a kitchen and a living room. You didn’t want to think of how much it cost Santiago to rent it for the night, but you were beyond thankful for it either way.

You gulp when you notice the bedroom, heart in your throat.

“One bed,” you murmur.

Frankie sees it, too. He feels more nervous than when he had to blatantly lie to a thief less than an hour ago.

“Of course there’s only one bed,” you say with disbelief.

“Take it. I’ll crash on the couch.”

Frankie moves both his and your luggage into the bedroom, absentmindedly going through his. He leaves no room for discussion as he fumbles to find something among his clothes, but you keep staring at the bed. Sneaky images return to your mind, shameless and dirty, and this time you don’t cast them away. Not really. If that is all you can have, you will take that.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Frankie tells you, already prepping his comfortable attire. “Unless you wanna go in first?”

“No, no, please. I’m gonna… drink some water and call Pope to tell him we got what we needed.”

Frankie heads straight to the shower, locking the door behind him. You are finally able to exhale in solitude and allow your mind its free space to dream.

All you can focus on are remnants of Frankie’s touches on your waist and arms, his eyes on you, his hot breath on your neck each time he leaned in to whisper something to you. It somehow feels like Santiago set you both up for failure, but not with regards to the mission. No, that one you got covered, as you just proved. But the whole charade made you realize, now more than ever, that the chemistry between you and Frankie is undeniable. It’s toe-curling and exciting and being so close in his vicinity, yet not truly reaching its full potential kills you on the inside.

You have to pull yourself together. There is no point in arguing about anything. You will sleep in the bed, Frankie will sleep on the couch and that is the end of it.

You search for your phone inside your purse and dial Santiago’s number. Your leg jerks as if independent from your body, nervously tapping against the floor.

“Hey, Pope,” you greet him.

“Hey! A bit late for you to call. I hope it’s a good sign?”

“Yeah. We were there for quite a while, had to make a lot of small talk, but we got the information we need. We got the location.”

“Yes! Perfecto, gracias, muchas gracias!”

“De nada. We’ll come home tomorrow morning.”

“That’s only a few hours away.”

“Better get some sleep then.”

“How are you and Frankie doing?”

“What do you mean? We’re fine.”

“Just checking. I realize it was a high stake mission, so… you know, just doing my job as a concerned friend.”

“Since you’re so concerned, about this suite which conveniently only has one bed—“

“You really should get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay? Besos.”

Santiago hangs up, leaving you to huff and shake your head. You reckoned he had a plan of his own regarding this mission when he asked you and Frankie, and this did nothing more but confirm it. Alas, you decide to mind your own business and not spiral into yet another overthinking episode.

You get your pajamas out of the luggage, thinking you’ll shower when you get home tomorrow. When you pass by the bathroom, you hear the shower running, and your mind starts to wander off again. And then—

No. Can it be? Did you hear it right or is your mind playing tricks on you again?

You hear it again. It’s a moan. Guttural, husky, and—attractive as fuck.

You step away from the shower, feeling overly affected by what you heard. It’s not uncommon, it’s not shocking, but it also kind of is. You try to put it at the back of your mind.

The door to the bathroom swings open and there comes Frankie in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You freeze, your dress slid only halfway down your body and exposing your bra. Frankie is just as frozen and you can see that he’s doing his best to look away.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you were—I’m sorry,” he fumbles around.

“Frankie.”

He still looks away, but you don’t. Not this time. You approach him, letting your dress slide down your body completely. You step out of it and he watches you mesmerized, tongue-tied. He says your name like a concoction of desire and surprise.

“What is happening?” he asks, utterly dazed, and truthfully, it makes such an adorable image.

“Tonight was… crazy. But also… so nice. And I—I don’t want to stay away from you anymore. I think we can build something good out of our friendship.”

He’s still in a daze as he watches you in nothing but your underwear and he feels himself grow hard—again. At this point he only hopes you didn’t hear anything before, and even if you did, he hopes you don’t make much of it.

But looking at your face, he can tell that anything either one of you might’ve hidden before is redundant and out the window now.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Sure about what? You and me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. Yes, I am. I know that I want you.”

It’s that particular statement that awakens something in Frankie, as if somehow you have just slipped in permission for him to go ballistic and do as he pleases.

What he pleases to do is you.

So he moves closer to you, close enough to feel your warm breath on his chin and he shivers. His eyes roam over your whole body, top to bottom, battling the tough choice of where to kiss her first? All over is the answer, of course, but there has to be a beginning.

As if intuiting his self-sabotaging thoughts, you cup his cheeks and daringly press your lips on his. The sweetness of your mouth takes him aback and nearly causes him to moan in the kiss, but he pushes further. He taunts himself, wondering how far he can go without exploding. But the shameless moment he took to himself in the shower barely minutes ago speaks volumes about his resistance level.

There’s no battle for dominance; you simply surrender to Frankie and his mouth which now feels much like a furnace burning on your skin. His tongue leaves a wet trail along with his lips as he goes from your mouth to your neck, collarbones, and eventually rushes to unclasp your bra and press tender kisses in between your breasts as you collapse on the bed with him atop of you. He manages to take his time whilst realizing that both of you are impatient as you could possibly be. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, one of his hands fondling your other breast and you gasp as you tug at a few of his hair locks. Again you say his name, this time more throated and desperate, and it sends Frankie well past the edges of sanity.

“Say it again,” he mumbles at your chest.

You do. You say it again just as Frankie squeezes your breasts in his hands, fondling you the best he can without giving too much right away.

“Louder.”

Fuck. Well that works you up in ways you wouldn’t have thought, and you become restless. You stick your legs together as if somehow afraid you’d expose how wet all of that is making you and Frankie picks up on it. Of course he does, you think. He’s ever the observant and attentive man.

His hands move lower and hastily remove your panties. You’re on full display for him and the look in his eyes—God. The way he’s admiring you, taking you in like the most graphic and gorgeous painting has you yearning like never before. It feels surreal to know that this is truly happening, that it is not just a figment of your imagination or a wild fantasy that you will wake up from.

You never want to wake up from this if that’s the case.

He takes a break, rushing to his luggage in search for something—which doesn’t take long or a genius to figure out what is—and you can’t help it. You cannot resist him. Your hand traces in between your legs, playing with your clit, and the other hand squeezes your own breast as you watch Frankie. When he turns around and sees the filthy show that is on display just for his hungry eyes, he freezes. He could cum from that alone.

Mouth half agape and eyes glued on your figure as you play with yourself, Frankie gets back on the bed, dropping his sweatpants and his boxers in a heartbeat and you nearly gasp when you remark how hard he is. You don’t recall anyone being that susceptible to your bare presence, let alone touches. And you haven’t even touched him properly yet.

“Can I taste you?”

With a blurry mind and a mouth parted to leave room for words that fail you, you nod. Your breaths become unsteady and your heart races beyond your wildest imagination as you witness him licking his lips and diving right in between your legs. You let out a soft moan at the first flick of his tongue against your wet folds, your back involuntarily arching, bent over at Frankie’s will.

“God, you’re so wet—all for me?”

“Y-Yes.”

He moans as well and the sound creates a vibration that makes your legs shake. Frankie dives in completely, as if swallowing your cunt completely and drinking straight from you. You start to get restless and your legs nearly wrap around his torso but you only stop because you catch a glimpse of his hand shifting in between his own legs. You huff and let the occasional cuss word slip out as you watch Frankie eating you out and jerking off at the same time.

“Keep—keep going—“

There’s not much he can respond even if didn’t have a mouthful of you. The pleasure he feels from eating you and the one that come from the strokes on his cock are maddening. He grunts persistently. He can’t stop. His head is spinning already and he’s barely doing anything, yet also doing too much.

“You get me so hard, fucking hell—how do you—“

“F-Fuck—fuck, Frankie—oh my—“

You squirm even more as you feel your climax fast approaching. God, how long has it been since someone made you cum on their tongue like that? Way too long by the looks and feels of it. But you swear it’s never felt that way with anyone before, a passion and desire so overwhelming they’re nearly blinding you.

Frankie stops the motions on his cock and holds your thighs in place as he increases the swift movements of his tongue. He licks up and down, in and out, however he can to collect every ounce of arousal. When you can’t stop moaning, he grins against your cunt and he hopes you’re close because he’s not sure how much longer he can take it without feeling you explode right in his mouth.

Lucky for him, it doesn’t take you that long after to get you there. As it turns out, that evening built up quite the appetite for you both and now you are both too eager to collect the much awaited reward.

He lets you settle down before starts to pepper kisses from your belly to your breasts and finally to your mouth again. The kiss is more sensual this time, yet it still carries additional sensitivity and fervor to it. Frankie grinds against you, clearly impatient as well. As he kisses you, a feeling of mischievousness takes over you and you decide to return the favor.

Your hand moves to his cock and you start stroking him. You throw Frankie of his rhythm for the kiss gets sloppy and he grunts in your mouth. His lips leave yours and his eyes flutter shut, visibly affected.

“F-Fuck—if you don’t—“

“Do you want me to stop?” you murmur, pecking his lips.

“Yes—n-no—“

Confused, you do stop, give him a moment to breathe and you watch him crumble yet again.

“Frankie, if you do want to stop—“

“No. Never.”

He looks at you in awe and fumbles around the bed. He nearly tears apart the wrapper as he gets out the condom and places it on his erection. He crawls back to you, something in the image of him on all fours for you beyond arousing, and kisses you sweetly before lining up to your entrance. He pushes in slowly, gasping and grunting the more you take him in. You wrap your arms around his neck, his forehead pressed against yours as he’s finally fully sheathed inside you, filling you up to a brim. He does one thrust, and stops. It’s excruciating and yet so intense to feel him so close, but deprive you both of that sweet, sweet motion you both so desperately want.

“Frankie, please—please move—“

“F-Fuck, just—give me a few seconds.”

“Is everything okay?”

When Frankie locks eyes with you, you both feel it. Crushing, big and warm.

Love.

“It never… felt like this before,” Frankie mumbles. “Ever.”

“For me either.”

Surprised, Frankie finally composes himself and thrusts again, aiming to hit as deep as possible. And then again. And again and again until your body moves along the rhythm of his hips.

Frankie’s calloused hands grab onto the headboard for a while and then he quite literally starts slamming his hips into yours. He keeps the fast pace till he feels like his lungs are about to give out on him and then he lets go of the headboard and moves one of your legs for a better angle. Sure enough, when he’s thrusting again he fills you up better this way and the wave of ecstasy that comes over to you is almost unbearable.

You say his name over and over until you wind up screaming when you cum. He didn’t even need to tell you this time. You’re very much a visual learner, and his name was the only word that came out anyway. The thought and image of you so weak for him, so ready and impatient triggers his own climax and when he finally comes, he crashes atop of you, still moving and twitching inside of you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He presses tender kisses over your jaw as he slows down and you play with his hair for quite a while.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you.

“No need to oversell it, you achieved your goal.”

He playfully bites your jaw and pulls out of you. You gasp, feeling strangely lonesome all of a sudden. Frankie takes care of the remnants of your passionate moment, returning with a towel for you and cleaning you up gently, as if afraid to not break you.

“Frankie?”

He looks up from in between your legs, eyes wide and soft as usual, and you feel your cheeks burning up with flattery and lust yet again.

“I’m—I’m glad we did this after all.”

He smiles. “Me too.”

That is not what you had planned to say. You meant it, but that was not your first thought. You’ve been sitting on those words for quite a while, but you never thought you’d actually get a chance to vocalize them. Then again, you also never thought such an intimate moment would happen between you two yet here you are, in post-coital bliss.

“This wasn’t just… this for me,” you add.

Frankie studies you curiously as he climbs back in bed with you, stroking your hair. He says nothing, but only listens to whatever you might want to get out. He can tell you’re struggling to say something else.

“I meant it wasn’t just about the sex. Which should be reason enough though.”

You both chuckle flirtatiously. You turn to the side to face him better.

“What I’m trying to say is that… I like you, Frankie. I really do. So much so that I—I’m pretty sure I’m in—“

��I’m in love with you.”

The way he says it so abruptly and yet sweetly sounds so much better than however the hell you were gonna say it. You can only stare at him, wide eyed, almost unable to believe what you ears picked up on.

“You—?”

“I’ve been in love with you for… I don’t know. But it’s been some time. I just never thought I’d get the chance to say it, or that something like this would ever happen.”

Something about that makes you feel just so cheerful that you smile wider than you have the entire evening.

“Me too,” you admit with a chuckle.

“Guess we do function perfectly after all, Stingray.”

“We’ll… talk nicknames tomorrow.”

You shake your head in disagreement and Frankie chuckles as he leans in to kiss you. In that moment, he knows damn well he might never get enough for your lips.

Or enough of you, for that matter.

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can we get a gang!harry blurb where the reader gets hurt and harry is panicking xx

when i say i live for this trope... i live for this trope

You were currently running through a warehouse, with your boyfriend Harry, shooting at anyone who was shooting at you.

It had been just another ordinary day where you got kidnapped and used as bait for Harry. The gang, Mortem, that captured you owed Harry millions and thought they could get away with it by kidnapping you and threatening Harry into dropping their debt. Safe to say that wasn’t going to happen. You had been trained in hand-to-hand combat, self defence and gun work ever since Felix had kidnapped you. Harry was never going to let you be defenceless again, he promised.

Mortem had not expected you to be able to fight back and hadn’t thought to check your bra for the tracking device in there. It took Harry less than 7 minutes to get to you, kiss you and then break you out.

Lara had come, along with a large group of Harry’s men, as backup. Harry really didn’t need backup, but he wasn’t risking anything where you were involved. You had broken free with Harry easily, however you hadn’t realised Mortem had been clever enough to set up an ambush so now you were attempting to fight and shoot your way out of this mess. You hated that Lara was so coordinated with Harry, after so many years of training together. You admired Lara for her bravery and kindness, but you didn't appreciate the way she would make digging comments about you and sometimes even flirt around Harry himself. If Harry was aware that Lara said some flirtatious comments around him, he never let on because his heart was solely devoted to you.

Running to find the exit of the Mortem warehouse, Lara called orders to split everyone into groups. You were running alongside a woman called Tris, who had trained you intensely the past few months. The aim was to disperse yourselves and make it harder for Mortem to catch and kill you all. Although you wanted to go home, Harry wasn’t leaving just yet. Harry was set on finding the leader and killing him for even saying your name out loud and Lara was going to go with him, but not before his money had been transferred back to him. Lara instructed your group to be stationed outside of the building to kill any Mortem strays you could, but mostly to protect Harry from any intruders or another ambush.

Harry was at the front of the group, turning the corners first to check they were free. He waved his hand, signalling for the group to slow down as you approached a corner.

"Okay. There are a group of guards around the corner. They'll be easy to take out, but we be prepared for any oncoming guards as we draw attention to ourselves." He looked around the huddle and saw everyone nodding their heads. "Lara and I will break first and take out the guards. The rest of you will either follow and cover us, or go to your designated stations. Okay?"

You were at the back of the group and so you couldn't reach Harry. You wanted him to hug you and tell you it'll be okay, because even though you were getting better at fighting and defending yourself you were still terrified that you might never see him again.

You all faced towards the corner and then Harry and Lara made a run for it.

Your group shortly dispersed and ran to the entrance. Some of your group stayed inside to guard the door, whereas you, Tris and a few others ran outside to defend there. As you ran out, holding you gun up on high alert, you could see masses of guards heading your way - more than anyone was anticipating. You raised your gun up as your group got into a regular practiced formation. You took a quick final look inside the building and saw a trail of knocked out people where Lara and Harry must've been, before the door shut and locked behind you.

You hoped he was okay.

"On my command." You heard a man shout. Everyone simultaneously triggered their guns, your fingers shaking as you did so. You all waited until the charging gang were close enough - until they started firing their bullets. "Now!" The same man shouted.

The first shot of your gun made your arms shake from the vibrations. You let out a sigh as you saw your bullet hit a man and watched him go down. Many of your group went down quickly, as Mortem’s fire power was a lot stronger than yours. You kept firing and shooting down a few people down, but it didn't seem like it was really make a difference as there were so many of them.

After 5 minutes you turned around to scan a view of the field, no Mortem members coming after you and none had made it successfully through the door yet. A lot of your group were down and injured, making you groan as you saw a few more cars, worthy of at least 20 Mortem gang members, driving closer to the warehouse. You picked up some guns off the floor and made sure they had sufficient amounts of bullets left in them.

"Tell me how bad this hurts." You heard one of the Mortem members say, turning around to see Tris struggling to get up. She was badly injured but had no fear in her eyes - as if she wasn’t scared of death.

"No. You tell me." You spoke confidently, holding up your gun to shoot him down. He didn’t put up a fight as he went down instantly and ceased to make another movement. You ran over to Tris and give her an arm up. "You okay?" You asked, whilst bending down to pick up her gun with a dirty hand and give it to her.

"Yes. Thanks Y/N." You smiled at her. “Must’ve had pretty good training.” Her comment made you laugh. She was as narcissistic as your boyfriend.

“Only the best.”

“God, don’t tell Harry that.” She laughed before you heard Harry over the radio that Lara had stuffed in her outfit. You smiled, finding comfort in his voice. He was okay, hopefully.

"Report on ground 0, front entrance." You were about to reply but your heard the locking of a gun instead. Instinct told you to move, so you quickly turned around but by that time it was already was too late. The gun was aimed at Tris.

As the gang member released the trigger and the bullet came flying, you pushed Tris out of the way and jumped in front of her instead. The bullet tore through the side of your stomach, making you scream in agony. The pain was unlike anything you’d ever felt. It was worse than death, because the torture was so slow. You lifted your head up to see Tris had shot the guard who shot you, but it was too late for you too.

"Jesus Y/N.” Was all she could say, fumbling in front of you as she tried to process what to do next.

"I said report on ground 0. Anybody." You could hear the desperation in Harry’s voice, most likely wondering whether you were okay, as he communicated again. You looked at Tris, her looking at you for an order of what to report back to Harry.

You cupped your hand over your wound, blood instantly staining your entire hand. You winced as your pressed it, thankful that the bullet was still inside of you otherwise you would have bled out completely by now.

"Tell him - shit - that we've been compromised, but we're okay. Tell him to get the job done quickly and then go straight back to the house." You told Tris and she nodded, watching as your scrunched your eyes in pain as you attempted to bend over.

"Harry. This is ground 0. We have been compromised." Tris looked at you, "And Y/N's been hit pretty ba..." You snatched the comms of Tris, giving him a deathly glare.

"I'm fine H, don't listen to her. Get it done." You pulled away and winced as a sharp pain came from your side, throwing the radio to the side. Tris came and knelt behind your head, letting your head rest on his thighs to keep your airway open. There was no response from Harry, just radio silence. You knew that meant Harry was most likely stuck in a fight and you prayed he would be alright.

Tris ripped off part of her shirt and used it to apply pressure onto your wounded side. "This is bad Y/N." She looked sadly at you, ignoring the continuous fight that was breaking out behind you both. The approaching cars were getting closer and you weren’t going to be able to fight anytime soon. This fucking sucked.

"I'm glad, because if this is what good feels like them there's no fucking point in me living anymore." You laughed, trying to lighten the situation. Louder gunshots went off and you saw several Mortem men charging towards you both. Your instinct was to grab your gun, but you cried out in pain as you stretched your arm away from your side.

"Woah Y/N. No shitting way." Tris said, not allowing you to reach your gun. "Here. Let us get you some place safe." Tris gently lifted you up and guided you over behind a dumpster that was in a side alley, with some difficult may you add. "Ok don't move from here. And keep pressure on that wound." She passed you your gun in case you needed it and then she was gone.

The shooting lasted what seemed like an hour, but in reality was only 5 minutes. You started to feel weaker and you could no longer keep pressure on the wound, your strength diminishing by the second. Your eyes felt heavy and you could feel the individual beads of sweat running down your forehead. Your muscles ached and your head was cloudy. All you wanted was to be in a lush, rose scented, bath with Harry right now, instead of hiding behind a dumpster because you’ve got a bullet lodged in your stomach.

You hated that you got caught in these situations more than you wished to admit, but Harry was worth too much to you for you to ever wish that you were someone different or even with someone different. He was everything to you. The rock on your ring finger proved that much. You brought it to your lips and kissed it, as if you were kissing him, because you were starting to believe you weren’t going to make it through this one.

Heavy footsteps could be heard running around the corner, stopping when they reached your alley and making your heart stop too.

The footsteps were that quiet you couldn't hear them, but you could feel the vibrations on the floor getting more intense. Just as you were about to lock your gun, Harry emerged from the side of the dumpster. He let out a heavy sigh of relief and rushed over to you, sliding his knees down onto the floor until they hit your legs. He set his gun down to one side and got rid of yours too.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, whilst you let Harry help you sit up properly. You winced as he sat you up, as it opened you wound and stretched muscles that didn’t want to be stretched. "You were supposed to head back to the house."

"You really thought I was going to leave you here? As soon as Tris said you were hurt on the radio, I left Lara and ran straight out here to find you. I-I needed to know you were okay.” Harry kept contact with your eyes, cupping your cheek softly with his dirty and bloody fingers, even though your eyes were drooping more and more every second.

"Well I'm fine." You said, your stubbornness coming out.

"You're fine? Really?" He gave you a long questioning look. He quickly put pressure on your wound and you screamed out in pain, making a few tears drip from your eyes as he did so. He didn’t do it to be malicious. You knew that you needed continuous pressure on the wound, so you were grateful he was doing so. You swore under your breathe like a sailor and you could’ve sworn is cracked a smile from Harry.

"Harry." He wasn't listening to you, instead he focused on applying pressure to your bullet wound. With all your strength you raised your arm and cupped his cheek with your soft, but bloody, hand. "Hey, look. I’ll be okay. You're here now." You gently smiled at him as he leaned into your hand. You knew he often blamed himself for moments like these, so you tried everything to convince him otherwise.

"I'm sorry." That was all he could say, until he took a pause. "I should've been with you. Protecting you. Keeping you safe. Instead I went with Lara to kill the bastard that dared taking you away from me." He looked so disappointed in himself, but there was so much underlying anger in his eyes.

"Harry, baby, look at me." You moved his face so he was looking at you. "Apart from this hurting like a bitch, I'm okay. I'm glad you’re here now and I'm..." You were cut off by gunshots.

You'd never seen Harry move so fast to get his gun, pushing himself into you more to keep you as protected as possible. He looked around the dumpster and there were 4 guards coming your way.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath as he turned back to face you, lost in his own thoughts.

"It's okay H. Go. Leave me."

"Don't be fucking stupid. I'm not leaving you." He said firmly, leaning into you more so he could press his forehead against yours. "So don't ever say things like that." He leaned back and kissed the top of your forehead a couple of times.

"Okay but.." You tried.

"Stop it." He said.

"No, Harry listen." You made him look at you. "Will this help?" You asked, holding up a bomb that you’d managed to snatch away from Mortem.

He looked down, smiling and softly shaking his head. He took the bomb from your hands and rolled it under the dumpster and onto the floor where the oncoming guards were walking. He did it as quietly as possible so the guards didn't notice. Harry came behind you and scooped you up bridle style, but still crouched low to the floor. You winced at the movement on your side.

“I’m sorry.” Harry merely apologised.

“Stop apologising.” You sighed as your head found refuge against his chest, keeping as tight a hold as you could on your wound.

“I’ll make up for it tonight instead then.” Harry smirked, obviously waiting for the right moment and the men to get closer to you both.

“Do you ever not think with your dick?” You asked and he had to bite back a bellowing laugh.

“Not when it comes to you.” You rolled your eyes at him, listening carefully when he gave you the detonator and said as soon as he started to run then press it.

When the guards had felt close enough you looked at Harry and he whispered, ‘Blow them to hell, baby.”

You pressed the detonator and Harry sprinted as fast as he could away from the alley and into the clear. The sudden movement made you mind go even foggier. Harry didn't put you down until you were safely in one of his cars that had since arrived for backup. Harry started to notice you loose consciousness when you went limp in his arms.

The last thing you remember was Harry trying so desperately to keep you awake.

••••

You slowly squinted your eyes open due to the bright light above you.

The first thing you noticed was how you were in the hospital wing of Harry’s house. It was cold in here. You looked over to your right and saw you were hooked up to an IV drip, a beeping sound from the heart machine going off in the background. You looked to your left and saw Harry sat in a chair, eyes closed, arms crossed protectively and sleeping peacefully.

Before you could call to wake up him, you heard somebody walk across the room to your bed. It was Lara and she he looked… disappointed.

"Hi, how're you feeling?" She came and stood next to your bed. You shifted lightly in the bed, wincing when you remembered about your abdomen. Lara took it as a cue to sit down on the bed next to you.

"I've been better." She frowned at your comment. "But I've also been worse."

"Look Y/N I'm sorry. I should’ve manned everyone better. Should’ve made sure you were more protected."

You reached out for her hand and she gave you it, softly rubbing the skin on the back of her hand to sooth her from her worries. Lara wasn’t at fault here. Yes she was in charge of training and positioning of the members of the gang, but it wasn’t her fault what happened at the warehouse. No doubt Harry was pissed off though.

"You were only did what you always do." You reminded her. "Don’t worry about me. Plus I'm just one person." You joked.

"Not to him.” Lara tilted her head at Harry.

"Yeah." You nodded quietly, knowing that was very true. Lara stood up to leave, but before she did she bent down to give you a hug, making you since into the hug as your side was very sore.

"That's enough Lara.“ Lara pulled away to see that Harry was now standing up protectively next to you. When he was next to you, it made you feel so much better. You felt unstoppable.

“Sorry.. both of you.” Lara admitted, before walking out of the hospital room and leaving you and Harry alone.

"If I had the strength to hit you right now I would. Lara did all she could.” You tutted at Harry, looking up to him with slight anger in your eyes that he was blaming it on her.

"I know. It just shouldn’t have been like that." Harry sighed, coming to sit next to you on your bed but warily so that he didn’t hurt you. "Lara is right about one thing though. You're not just one person to me. God, when I think about how I was so close to loosing you… I— I..” Harry couldn’t even finish his sentence without getting choked up about it all.

"I love you baby.” You told him to distract him. Harry smiled before leaving down and pulling your chin up towards him. He gently pressed his lips on yours and kissed you like he was trying to push all of his love into you. He was careful not to hurt you in any way, making sure he didn’t overwork you.

“I love you Y/N. Just don’t scare me like this again.”

“Don’t give me a reason to.”

“Never.”

Harry kissed you again, before he let you go back to sleep and rest. As you drifted off all you could think about was you and Harry and how together you were your strongest.

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lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i. the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on… there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up.

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours.

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger.

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty.

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning.

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?”

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time.

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

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holewithinahole · 2 years

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Hi, can I request a Arcane Headcanon (this is going to be specific), where Jinx, Caitlyn and Vi has a S/O, who gets into a duel or brawl with another rival, and after winning the fight, they help clean up his bruises/wounds?

Arcane Headcanon #4

Warnings: blood, non-native writer, unchecked grammar

I quite like the idea of “inverting” the roles (it’s so easier to picture Jinx or Vi brawling with a rival and the reader taking care of them after, right?) I hope you'll like my stupid take on this trope!

Jinx

At first, Jinx is like: "fuck yeah! A fight!"

She’s so excited she’s about to jump into the fight as well when you ask her to stand back.

Your rival mocks you for your sentimentality and you answer with an uppercut.

Jinx cheers for you. Although she doesn’t get why it’s not a gunfight, guns are so much cooler.

Good thing guns aren’t involved because you end up spitting blood on the pavement, your rival and his gang mocking you as they walk away.

Jinx is ready to kick their ass herself but you stop her.

She doesn’t help clean your wounds, you’re the one slowly wrapping your bloody fists but she stays at your side, handing you the tools.

“Next time, let me put a bullet in between his squinty eyes!”

You laugh, wiping your bloody nose. She gives you a cloth: “Yeah, next time, I’ll protect ya’, don’t worry!”

Vi goes from super worried to super impressed.

No one ever fought for her before, she’s usually the one doing the talking, with her fists.

Seeing you throw punches, dodge and kick back so aggressively stirs something inside her.

Nothing spells hot without a little violence (and Vi stands for violence!)

At the end of the fight, you’re sitting on a counter and Vi tends to your bruised hands with some cloth and alcohol.

When you wince away, she grabs your hand more firmly and looks up to you with her iconic “it’s-time-to-shut-up” look.

She lectures you about how dangerous and reckless it was, about how you could have got your ass whooped so hard, alcohol and bandages wouldn’t have been enough.

She finishes to wrap your hand then kisses your knuckles.

“You looked super hot, though.”

Caitlyn

It’s a normal day until Caitlyn hears shouting in the academy. She spots you and a fellow comrade arguing loudly.

When it escalates, she runs to get in between the two of you.

But she’s the one getting hit in your place.

Let’s say the other person will remember the pain and the shape of your fist for quite some time.

You obviously got suspended but strangely not expelled. You later learn that Caitlyn spoke in your favour.

Caitlyn leads you to her house, more specifically her front porch. She comes back with a first-aid box and a glass of water.

She tends to your split eyebrow without saying a word. Her movements are careful, tentative and you can’t take your eyes away from her.

When she’s done, to her surprise, you do the same for her. You press a cotton ball dipped in alcohol against her lip.

“You shouldn’t have done all of that for me.” You caress her cheek.

#arcane #arcane imagine #arcane headcanon #caitlyn x reader #vi x reader #jinx x reader #caitlyn headcanon #vi headcanon #jinx headcanon #gender neutral reader

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goddess-aelin · 3 years

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Goddess-Clarke’s Bellarke Masterlist

It’s finally here!!!! It took me literal months to compile this HUGE list of Bellarke fics but I felt like this was a good time to get it out to you guys. I feel like with the influx of canon bellarke information, we’ve gotten both validation and heartache. So here are some of my favorite fics (196 of them to be exact). I tried to group them first by canonverse/modernverse. Then by main trope (marriage, babies, canon divergent, roomates, etc). I also then put the smaller tropes in parentheses so you guys can find something specific you’re looking for like angst, fluff, oneshots or multichapter, bed sharing, smut, etc. I also wanted to write in trigger warnings (TW) when I could, though tbh there aren’t very many because most of these are fluffy. I also put a small warning when Bellarke is in other major relationships at any point during the fic because tbh I hate not knowing that.

Canonverse

*Arranged Marriage/Marriage/Fake Dating/Grounder Bellamy

-Love Will Come Through by monroeslittle (Fluff, multichapter, Angst, Smut, adversaries to friends to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn)

-In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain (Angst, multichapter, arranged marriage, grounder Bellamy, Arker Clarke, SMUT, dramantic entrances, hurt/comfort, evil Finn, fluffy moments, King Bellamy and Queen Clarke)

-Bravery by citigirl13 (fluff, angst, multichapter, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage kinda? Clarke doesn’t know she’s married?, bellarke babies)

-And Now You’re Home by asroarke (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, strangers to friends to lovers, post praimfaya, grounder Bellamy, babies, hurt/comfort)

-Just As You Are Mine by @prosciuttoe (Fluffy Angst, oneshot, arranged marriage, grounder Bellamy, dancing, light smut, slightly injured Bellamy, jealous Clarke, power couple)

- Make it Through the Winter by Frea_O (fluff/angst, multichapter, Arranged marriage, skykru bellarke, dancing, grounders made them do it, hurt/comfort)

-And I Love This Place, The Enormous Sky by Chash (Fluff, Grounder Bellamy, Arranged Marriage, Fluffy Smut, Babies)

-All of the Love I See (Say You Feel It Too) by bella-my-clarke (Fluff, Fake Marriage, love confessions)

-Stars in the Water, Blood on Our Hands by @angelbellamy (Angst, multichapter Grounder Bellamy, Bed sharing, eventual marriage, babies)

-Must’ve Been Some Kind of Kiss by @carrieeve (Angst, Multichapter, Grounder Bellamy, arranged marriage, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, sharing a bed)

-There Is No Fear by enoughtotemptme (Fluff, multichapter, Grounder Bellamy, Sky person Clarke, smut, gift giving, the one with the cloak)

-Facing Tempests of Dust by angelbellamy (Fluff, oneshot, werewolf Bellamy, Grounder Bellamy, human Clarke, bed sharing, smut)

- Two follow-ups Creatures of my Dreams part 1 and Part 2 (BABIES)

*Delinquents on the Beach/Places other than camp Jaha

-Love is Not a Whisper (Or a Weakness) by monroeslittle (fluff, oneshot, delinquents on a beach co-leaders, smut, babies, lots of babies)

-Coastal Waters by Saem (Fluff, oneshot, Smut, platonic cabin sharing, co-leaders, love realization, two pining idiots, delinquents on a beach)

-Settle Down With Me by arthurpendragonz (Fluff, oneshot, delinquents on a beach, platonic cabin sharing, co-leaders, hurt/comfort, injured Bellamy, massages, smut)

-Hot Springs by BlueWingedAngel (fluff, oneshot, Bellamy is a gentleman, platonic baths)

-It’ll Last Longer by theprincessandtheking (fluff, oneshot, flirting, platonic baths)

-Live a Little by ADbLOCK (fluff, oneshot, thirsty Clarke, post S3)

-But With You I’ve Learned Just to Let it Out (When I Used to be Afraid of the Words) by tryalittlejoytomorrow (Fluff, oneshot, friends to lovers, slow burn, delinquents on the beach, love confessions)

-Come Crashing Down by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, 3+1, post s2, surrogate parents, hurt/comfort, injured Bellamy, beach setting)

-Not With Haste by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, beach setting, confessions, mutual pining,hurt/comfort, dancing)

*Canon insert/AU*

-Thawing the Ice by Skeptical Believer (Fluff, oneshot, S1 AU, confessions, hurt/comfort)

- (You Will Always Be Holding) My Heart in Your Hands by @carrieeve (Fluff, oneshot, S1 AU, Drunk Clarke, Birthday Clarke)

- A Prayer by nadiaselite (fluff, oneshot, post S6 AU, Bellamy walks in on Clarke, light smut)

-A Mighty Fine Shindig by @talistheintrovert (Angst, multichapter, s6 AU, Clarke in a BALLGOWN, jealous Bellamy, protective Bellamy, smut in the RAIN)

-In the Darkness of My Night, In the Brightness of My Day by chash (Fluff, oneshot, post season 4 AU, Madi meets the gang)

-Mistletoe by Apocalyptica and dropshipheroes (Fluff, oneshot, little bit of angst, mistletoe, s2/3 era)

-Hold Me Closely by winterwaters (Fluff, oneshot, 3+1 fic, hurt/comfort)

-When the Sun Meets the Moon by enoughtotemptme (Fluff, Oneshot, post s2, pining, dancing, grounder festival, body paint)

-Dance With Me (find your own happiness) by orangecoconut (Fluff, Oneshot, post s2 era, drunk bellarke, dancing, unity day party)

-Faking It by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, 3+1, fake kissing/dating)

-The Night (Trip) Before Christmas by @wellsjahasghost (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2, Tiny bit of angst, dancing, roadtrips, pining)

-I’ve Got You Here by ms_scarlet (Angst, Oneshot, Post s3 AU, self-sacrificial Bellamy of course, Bed Sharing, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions)

-The Rule For All Terrors by @kindclaws (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2/3 AU, Proposal, Marriage)

-Going Courtin’ by Frea_O (Fluff, 4+1 fic, Oneshot, Post S2, Misunderstandings, Fake Dating, Hopelessly in love but they can’t admit it)

-Forget The World by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, 3+1 fic, falling asleep on each other)

-This Fire You Ignited by winterwaters (Fluff, Oneshot, 3+1 fic, catching the other undressing, baths, hurt/comfort, injuries)

-Unity Day by bellamie-blake (Fluff, Oneshot, S1 AU, unity day, drunk Clarke, bed sharing, confessions)

-Someday by wittchingswriting (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2, drunk delinquents, midnight swim, bed sharing)

-Surrounded By Idiots by enoughtotemptme (Angst, Oneshot, S1 AU, Injured Bellamy, Love confession)

-New Beginnings by larry_hystereks (Fluff, Angst, Oneshot, Post S1 AU, injured Bellamy, Beach trip)

-It Just Makes Sense by yellowteapots (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2 AU, sharing a bed, confessions)

-One Criterion in Particular by tacosandflowers (Angst,Multichapter Post S4, the ark is their bunker, baby making, like lots of it, denial, confession, babies)

-The Lost Myth of True Love by selflessbellamy (Fluffy angst, Oneshot, post S4 AU, Clarke on the ring, smut, confessions)

-Your Voice Will Guide Me Home by harmonichearts (Angst, Fluff, Oneshot, Babies, Bellamy on the ring, Clarke on the ground, radio calls)

-I Feel We’re Close Enough (I Wanna Lock in Your Love) by prosciutto (Fluff, oneshot, S5 spec AU, Bellamy just likes Clarke’s short hair ok, reunions, confessions, 3+1 fic)

-The Harder the Rain, Honey, The Sweeter the Sun by fathomless (Fluff w/ a tiny bit of angst, Oneshot, Post S6, sharing a bed, slow burn, hurt/comfort, going for a swim, mild smut)

-The Bruise Won’t Heal (The Stain Stays Put) by @talistheintrovert (ANGST!!!!, oneshot, anti-spacekru, PTSD and overwhelmed Clarke, cathartic tbh, gabriel-clarke friendship, bed sharing)

-Like You Mean it (Like it’s Splitting you in Two) by talistheintrovert (FLUFF, oneshot, bedsharing, finally some relaxation, post s5)

-Come Get a Hold of Me by talistheintrovert (Fluff, oneshot, hurt/comfort, touch-starved Clarke, bed sharing)

-Narcissus by lilypottersghost (Angst, multichapter, S5 AU, hurt/comfort, pining, TW: suicide attempt, warning: b.cho)

-Clean Water by @important-metaphors (Angst/fluff, oneshot, Clarke came down as a child, Luna’s Rig setting, mild smut, hurt/comfort)

-The Price of Peace by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (Angst, Multichapter, S6 AU, hurt/comfort, fake dead Clarke, grief)

-Darling Just Hold My Hand by bellamysgriffinprincess (fluffy angst, oneshot, PDA, post s4)

-Not a Word by winterwaters (Fluff, oneshot, various seasons, loopy bellarke, hurt/comfort)

*Ark AU

-Bound By The Secrets We Share by troubledpancakes (Fluff, Angst, Multichapter, Arranged Marriage, smut, bellarke baby, ark to ground)

-Faithfully by winterwaters (Fluff, Multichapter, Married Bellarke, friends to lovers, meet cute, hurt/comfort, ark to ground, coworkers)

- In His Heart of Hearts by bilexualclarke (fluff, multichapter, smut, enemies to friends to lovers, coworkers)

-Turn You On, Turn You Up, Figure You Out by @ponyregrets (Fluff, oneshot, smut, ark relationship)

*Babies

- I’ll Surrender Up My Heart (And Swap it for Yours) by muchmorethanaprincess (Fluff, oneshot, coparenting, adopting a grounder baby, bed sharing, smut)

-Thrown in the deep End of the Parenting Pool by crystalkei (fluff, oneshot, coparenting, Octavias baby, bed sharing, smut, bellarke baby)

-Nina by cresswell (fluff, oneshot, coparenting, adopting a grounder baby)

-If I Should Fall Behind by Lila82 (Fluff, tiny bit of angst, multichapter, babies, established relationship)

-The End Where We Begin by katebishoop (Fluff, Angst, Oneshot, Adventuring on their own, babies, healing)

-The Little Piglet by bilexualclarke (Fluff, Oneshot, Babies)

-We Need a Little Sunshine by monkkeyslut (Fluff, Angst, Oneshot, Babies, established relationship)

-I’ve Been Homesick for You Since We Met by swishywillow (Fluff, oneshot, Bellarke + Linctavia Baby, pining, forgiveness, hot uncle Bellamy)

-And Now You’re Home by asroarke (Fluff/Angst, oneshot, Grounder Bellamy, babies, post praimfaya, strangers to lovers)

-Delivery Day by opheliaandthesun (Fluff, oneshot, pregnant Clarke, childbirth, Bellarke as parents)

*Smut

- Build Me a City (I Promise I’ll Annihilate It) by @indygoh (mild Smut,oneshot, platonic back massages lol)

- I Just Want You For My Own by merae2888 (Smut, oneshot, cabin in the woods, bed sharing, bath time)

-All That Was Good by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, walking in on the other, post s2)

-Wash Over You Like the Sun by winterwaters (smut, post s2, arranged marriage, the grounders made them do it, love confession)

-Blank Canvases by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, body paint)

Modernverse

*And They Were Roomates/Best Friends/Neighbors*

- Who’s Scruffy Looking? by @hiddenpolkadots (fluff, oneshot, the beard is a turn on)

-Seldom Make Passes by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Clarke likes Bellamy in glasses, best friends to lovers)

-If You Wanna Reach Me by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Best Friends to lovers, dreams about each other, dream journals)

-The Girl Next Door by funfanfin (Angst, oneshot, Fluff, neighbors, Singing Clarke, Grief, Hurt/Comfort)

-Kept Going, Kept Rolling with Nowhere to Go by @marauders-groupie (Angst, oneshot, travel companions, meet cute, writer Bellamy, running away and finding each other again)

-There’s a Nap for That by goldenheadfreckledheart (Fluff, oneshot, totally platonic naps, sharing a bed, best friends to lovers)

-Just My Soul Responding by Realynn8 (Fluff, oneshot, pining, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, summer vacation, Smut)

-I’m Swept Away and my Heart Ensnared by twilightstargzer (Fluff, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, vacation, smut, beach trip)

*Fake Dating*

-(You Might Find) You Get What You Need by Chash (Fluff, Oneshot, Fake dating, escort Bellamy, bellarke at a wedding, sharing a bed)

-I Hear You’re Somewhere in the Sand by Chash (Fluff, multichapter, fake dating on a cruise ship, escort Clarke, pining, sharing a bed, smut)

- Only Fools Rush In by mad_magic (Fluff, oneshot, pining, fake dating, fake married, cruise ships)

-Time Enough for Rocking When We’re Old by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Fake marriage, bed sharing, 2 weddings)

-The Buddy System by Kacka (Fluff, oneshot, high school reunions, first dates, friends to lovers, past cl.xa)

*College AU*

-Coming Home to You by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (Fluff, oneshot, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating)

- She Does What the Night Does to the Day by twilightstargazer (Fluff, oneshot, Smut, Drunk Clarke, Parties, bad pickup lines)

-The Cosmic Ballet Goes On by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Best friends to lovers, Eclipse watching, roadtrips)

- The Man Who’s Working Hard For You by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Friends to lovers, the delinquents set Bellarke up)

-Bedgate by Kay_emm_gee (Fluff, oneshot, Drunk Bellamy, bed sharing)

-Vienna Waits for You by panem_et_circences (Angst, multichapter, Fluff, boxer Bellamy, artist Clarke, nude model Bellamy, fake dating, former Flarke, smut)

-Wrapped it Up and Sent it by prosciutto (Fluff, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, christmas gifts, delinquents in college)

*Sports AU*

-Who’d Have Believed You’d Come Along by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, aquaintances to friends to lovers, baseball player Bellamy, volunteer Clarke, the one with the nursing home)

-Ice by rabiscar (Angst, Multichapter, Fluff, Hockey Player Bellamy, Ice Skater Clarke, high school AU, enemies to friends to lovers, Filipino heritage mention)

-The Odds Are Good by tacosandflowers (Angst, Multichapter, Fluff, Professional Kayaking, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut)

-----> The follow-up, New Expectations (Fluff, Babies, Secret Pregnancy)

-To My Favorite Scar (To All of the Stars) by @prosciuttoe (Angst, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, team captains, Foxhole Court AU w/ Exy as the sport, delinquents on a team)

-Miserable and Magical at the Same Time by @pawprinterfanfic (Fluff, oneshot, Rock Climber Bellamy, Finn’s an asshole like usual, meet cute)

*Coworkers AU*

-When You Think Happiness, I Hope You Think of Me by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (Fluff, oneshot, Coworkers, Grew up together)

-Feel it in the Space Between by marauders_groupie (Angst, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, accidental kiss, dance partners)

-A Song to Keep Us Warm by kindclaws (Angst, Fluff, Oneshot, Dance Instructor Partners, enemies to friends to lovers)

-If You Won’t Look Down, I Won’t Look Back by MeghanAnna (ANGST, multichapter, enemies to friends to lovers, bar coworkers, temporary roomates, WARNING: Bellarke in other relationships)

-I Don’t Wanna Dance (If I’m Not Dancing With You) by danahscott (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, proposal, enemies to friends to lovers, dancer Bellarke, coworkers)

-Under (The) Covers by @hawthornewhisperer (Angst, Fluff, fake married, co-spies, smut, hurt/comfort, worried Bellamy)

*Farm AU*

-A Place Called Home by @the-most-beautiful-broom (Angst, Oneshot, Enemies to friends to lovers, Farmer Bellamy, Eventual Farmer Clarke, Mom Clarke, Dancing Bellarke)

-Without Giving Anything Away by Chash (Fluff, Oneshot, Farmer Bellamy, Mail Order Bride but not problematic, not one but TWO Bellarke Weddings!)

-Willing to Wait For It by Layalioness (Fluff, oneshot, friends to lovers, fake dating, farmer Bellamy, Veterinarian Clarke, high school reunions)

-The Land was Godless and Free by @hawthornewhisperer (Angst, Fluff, Multichapter, Farmer Clarke, Mama Clarke, Madi, slow burn, hurt/comfort, proposal, warning:past c/exa and b/ina)

-I Choose You by winterwaters (Fluff, oneshot, kind of arranged marriage, regency AU, sharing a bed, smut)

*Married and/or Babies*

-Regardless Of Warnings The Future Doesn’t Scare Me At All by Chash (fluff, multichapter, strangers to friends to lovers, roommates, pregnant Clarke but Finn’s the Dad and is a dirtbag, eventual marriage)

-She’ll Knock You Off Your Feet by AshesandDrums (Fluff, oneshot, featuring the delinquents, bachelor parties, married)

-Save the Last Dance (For Me) by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (Fluff, oneshot, best friends to lovers, mom Clarke, kinda dad Bellamy?)

-Love You True by nakeycatstakebaths (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, unplanned pregnancy, soldier Bellamy, injured Bellamy)

-Spent a Dollar on this Ring by prosciutto (Fluff, oneshot, coworkers, friends with benefits, babies, love confessions)

*Coffeeshop/Diner/Small Town/Flower Shop/Vacation*

-Not an Average (Cup of) Joe by Kacka (fluff, oneshot, tea shop owner Bellamy, customer Clarke)

- Wrong Number by @bookwormforalways (Fluff, oneshot, Accidental Meeting)

-The Nature of My Game by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Flower Shop AU Flirting via flowers)

-It’s Been Said Many Times, Many Ways by @hawthornewhisperer (Angst, multichapter, Smut, Small Town AU, big city Clarke, bookstore owner Bellamy, enemies to lovers)

-Of Coffee and Magic by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (Fluff, oneshot, tiny bit angsty, Witch Clarke, Coffee Shop Clarke)

-Just Cake by penguinofprose (fluff, oneshot, Baking show AU, enemies to friends to lovers, love confessions)

-The New Guy In Town by @bookwormforalways (Fluff, oneshot, meet cute, misunderstandings, flirting)

*Regency/Royalty AU*

-Traces of You by @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold (Angst, multichapter, Royalty, Adversaries to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, King Bellamy, Princess Clarke)

-Pride and Proposals by anniebibananie (Angst, fluff, oneshot, arranged marriage, loosely based on pride and prejudice, love confession, proposal)

-Intimacy by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, multichapter, Regency AU, Strangers to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Wedding Night, Smut)

-Sequel to above: Dutiful (Smut, Fluff, Babies)

-A Change of Heart by @queenemori (Angst, oneshot, Regency AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, body swap, sanditon AU)

-I Was in the Middle Before I Knew I Had Begun by kacka (Angst, oneshot, fluff, Regency AU, arranged marriage, enemies to friends to lovers)

-A Million Little Times by prvncess (Fluff, oneshot, Royalty, Drama, Princess Clarke, Knight Bellamy, Smut, Sneaking around)

- It Had to Be You by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, multichapter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, a kiss in the gardens)

-All of Your Children Start to Resent You by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, marriage, regency AU)

-When You’re Alone With Me by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, oneshot, regency AU, arranged marriage, soulmates, soulmate dream sex, mild smut, proposals)

-Tell My Heart to Lie by @hiddenpolkadots (Angst,Royalty, Misunderstandings, Arranged Marriage, Princess Clarke, Exes)

-Worth the Trouble and Worth the Pain by Chash (Fluff/Angst, oneshot, Royalty Clarke, knight Bellamy, kind of arranged marriage, mutual pining)

-I Know That Fortune Is Waiting to Be Kind by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Royalty Bellarke, Arranged Marriage, partners in crime)

-Reason and Rationality by Penguinofprose (Fluff, oneshot, Regency AU, pen pals, love confessions, two pining idiots, marriage)

-When You’re Alone With Me by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, oneshot, semi-arranged marriage, soulmates, light smut)

*Holiday*

-It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by @thelittlefanpire (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, Babies, Married Bellarke)

-I’ll Be Home for Christmas (If Only in my Dreams) by @head-and-heart (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, Christmas AU, Based on Christmas Inheritance, enemies to friends to lovers, runaway Clarke)

-Wrapped It Up and Sent It by prosciutto (fluff, Oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, college AU, christmas AU, Clarke gets the best gifts, librarian Bellamy)

-Light My Way, Lift My Head by marauders_groupie (Fluff, oneshot, flirting, Christmas, broken radiators= less clothing and more tension)

-Chance of Snow Increases by @kinetic-elaboration (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, College AU)

-Gonna Find That Girl Underneath the Mistletoe by @carrieeve (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, Roomates, Sharing a bed, Meeting the family)

- The Night Before Christmas by penguinofprose (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, roommates, Smut)

-Would it Really Kill You if We Kissed by arysa13 (fluff, oneshot, new years eve, everyone wants to kiss Clarke, new years eve kiss)

- Hold My Hand (I’m Lost Without You) by @bookwormforalways (Fluff, oneshot, Halloween, Corn Maze, Best friends to lovers, confessions)

-Safe Harbor by elle_stone (Fluff, oneshot, a little bit of angst, halloween, friends to lovers, first kisses)

-Maybe Mother Told You True (and There’ll Always Be Somebody There For You) by @excuseyouclarke (Fluff, oneshot, Valentines Day, coffee shop Bellamy, Artist Clarke)

-Just the Way you Are by pawprinterfanfic (Fluff, oneshot, confessions, brief jealousy)

-February the Fourteenth by penguinofprose (Fluff, oneshot, valentines day AU, best friends to lovers, oblivious Clarke, pining Bellamy)

*Random/Fantasy*

- The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent to (Is When I’m Alone With You) by excuseyouclarke (Fluff, oneshot, Greek Goddess Clarke, True Love)

-How to Save a Kingdom by @wellsjahasghost (angst, fluff, oneshot, Ancient Egypt, Arranged Marriage, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, soulmates, warning: Clarke gets married to someone else for a brief time)

-With a Mouthful of Thorns by @angelbellamy (Angst/fluff, Oneshot, Friends to Lovers, faerie Bellamy, werewolf Bellamy, human Clarke, sharing a bed, epic confessions)

-Oh Darling, Here’s Hoping by @angelbellamy (Angst/Fluff, Oneshot, werewolf Bellamy, Human Clarke, marriage, protective Bellamy)

-This is a Song about Somebody Else by @angelbellamy (Angst, multichapter, enemies to friends to lovers, post-apocalyptic, roadtrip au, hurt/comfort

-Hearts are Only Strangers After All by @useyourtelescope (Angst, multichapter, enemies to married to lovers?, regency AU but with magic, historian Bellamy, heist, married bellarke, mystery, miscommunications, mutual pining)

-Our Words are Not Yet Written by @she_who_the_river_could_not_hold (angst, oneshot, post apocalyptic AU, roadtrip, strangers to lovers)

-Don’t Look Back, You’re not Going that Way by andsowemeetagain (ANGST, multichapter, Viking Bellamy, enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers to friends to lovers L M A O, soulmates, King Bellamy, Marriage, Babies)

-The Clockmaker (Fixer of Hearts) by MercuryM (Angsty Fluff, oneshot, soulmates)

*Smut*

-Sometimes I can’t Believe You’re Real by Venetum (Fluff, oneshot, Smut, College AU)

-Lost and Found by hawthornewhisperer (Smut, oneshot, deserted island, strangers to lovers)

-Calendar Girls by arysa13 (Smut, multichapter, Fluff I guess?)

-You Look Good In My Shirt by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, Friends to lovers, strip basketball)

- Better to Give Than to Receive by Chash (Smut, oneshot, aka the one with the coupon book)

-In All the Land by Chash (Smut, Queen Clarke, PWP)

-Phone a Friend by Chash (Smut, oneshot, Threesomes, hopeless idiots in love, minor Gina/Roan involvement)

-Sun lights Up the Daytime by Chash (Smut, oneshot, pollen, pining idiots of course)

-This is a Good Place to Fall as Any by missmarissa (smut, oneshot, magic Clarke, walking in on the other)

-Challenge Accepted by insideimfeelindirty (smut, multichapter, with plot, coworkers, sexting)

-Sparks Fly by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, bartender Bellamy, hooking up in the bar)

-Stumbling Upon Cosmos by flirtingwithtrackers (Smut, oneshot, masquerade party, semi-public sex, family bbq’s get awkward)

-Lights, Camera, Action from orphan_account (smut, oneshot, some plot, dating, barista Bellamy, camgirl Clarke)

-Tastes Sweet Like Sugar by lightyears (Smut, oneshot, walking in)

-Game On by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, basketball+drinking games)

*Based on other books/movies/TV shows*

-I Found Peace In Your Violence by @eyessharpweaponshot (Angst, multichapter, Adversaries to Friends to Lovers, Protective Bellamy, Hurt/Comfort, Smut)

-His Moon, His Light in the Darkness by @andsowemeetagain (ANGST, ACOTAR AU, multichapter, fae Bellamy, Human Clarke, Magical powers, smut, evil Finn and Roan)

-Waltz Through my Bloodstream by @talistheintrovert (Angst, Fluff, Multichapter, Princess Diaries AU, Princess Clarke, enemies to friends to lovers, the BEST love confessions)

-Power Over Me by @sparklyfairymira (Angst w/ fluff thrown in, multichapter, Smut, Witcher AU)

-When the Wolves Come Home by @pawprinterfanfic (Angst, multichapter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, WIP, Percy Jackson AU, Greek Gods, S/O to my girl pawprinter- you’re the best)

- Life As We Know It by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (ANGST OOO BABY THE ANGST, multichapter, enemies to coparents to friends to lovers, eventual marriage, smut, babies, based on movie of the same title, warning: other relationships)

-Can’t Buy Me Love by @kay-emm-gee (Angst, oneshot, Enemies to Lovers, North and South AU, big love confession at a train station)

-Made Out Of Blood and Rust by Chash (Temeraire AU, multichapter, Dragons, Dragon Rider Clarke, Crewmate Bellamy, l.xa as a dragon? lol)

-Comfort and Joy by Chash (fluff, Harry Potter AU, oneshot, quidditch co-captains, oblivious Bellamy)

-Pro Bono by Chash (fluff, Harry Potter AU, oneshot, Slytherin Clarke, Gryffindor Bellamy, prefects, flirting via the points system)

-What’s a Little Quaffle Between Friends by @talistheintrovert (Angst, Fluff, Harry Potter AU, multichapter, healer Clarke, Quidditch player Bellamy, slow burn, hurt/comfort)

----> the follow-up, Finders Keepers (Smutty Harry Potter AU)

-Potions et Patroni by @chants-de-lune (Angst, oneshot, Harry Potter AU, slytherin Clarke, Gryffindor Bellamy, professors, soulmates)

-Oy With The Poodles Series by Kacka (features 3 Fics, Angst, Diner Owner Clarke, Gilmore Girls Setting, Small Towns, warning! Clarke dates Finn for a brief time)

-Take My Hand by winterwaters (Angst, So You Think You Can Dance AU, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, dance partners, smut)

-Passing of the Skye Boat by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (Angst, Fluff, Multichapter, Outlander AU but make it futuristic, arranged marriage, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, babies, separations but happy ending)

-The Fire Is Coming by adelicatepeach (Angst, oneshot, Pacific Rim AU, enemies to friends to lovers, co-pilot Bellarke, hurt/comfort)

-Sleight of Hand by prosciutto (Angst, multichapter, Six of Crows AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, smut, heist AU)

-Who We Have to Be by xtimexturnerx (angst, Divergent AU, multichapter, WIP)

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fic #bellarke fanfic #bellarke smut #the 100 fanfiction #fic recs #my post

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jasonette but like siblings but like angst- like that whole trope where they are blood related and got separated, or they didnt get separated idk thats cool too i just want some sibling jasonette😅

Wow. ok. uhmmmm. this is a lot i think?? I got a little jk a lot carried away and this past week was super busy so i’ll finish the second part later??

Again... a lot...

Jason is walking home after another night at the bar when he sees a small woman, teenager? Slip into a dark alleyway and two men follow in after her a few moments later.

Jason curses and bolts across the street, what was this girl thinking? How stupid do you have to be to go into a dark alley where no one will hear you or care to help?

He jumps into the alley to find one man already slumped on himself on the floor and the other getting kicked in the teeth by army boots then falling limply.

Jason curses again, impressed this time. He scans over the men noting that they probably had pretty good concussions judging from the dent in the garbage can the first man was laying next to and the way the second guy’s head smacked onto the concrete when he fell. He lands his eyes back on the woman, no, definitely a teenager, with a smile on his face that instantly falters. The girl is in a fighting stance and waiting for him to attack so he quickly raises his hands to placate her.

“I’m not here to fight you, I saw you get followed and I was coming to help.”

“Nobody helps in Gotham,” she states, a dangerous edge to her voice that held a carefully hidden accent.

“Not from around here, are you?”

The girl narrows her eyes, “I was born and raised here, take a step further and you won’t be waking up tomorrow.”

Jason pockets his hands and smirks. He likes her, she’s a fighter, she reminds him of himself when he was younger.

“Ok. Just make sure you make it home safe. A girl’s going to get some unwanted attention at a time and place like this.” He turns around and crosses the street but as soon as he’s out of her sight he turns back and hides in the shadows to track her and make sure no one else tries to catch her alone. Just because she could handle herself the first time doesn’t mean she’s necessarily safe from the next attempt.

The girl exits the alley and starts toward the direction of Jason’s apartment calmly as if she didn’t just get attacked. At least that means less walking for him. After a few minutes she slips into another dark alley, of course she does, and Jason crosses the street again going into his own empty alley before pulling his helmet on and scaling the building. As he peers over the side of the building his helmet scans the area giving him feedback he would normally miss due to the horrible lighting and telling him that the alley was empty. He figured she had somehow gotten into one of the buildings and decided to go home by rooftops since he was already up there.

However, as he landed on the opposite rooftop his feet slipped from underneath him. Jason managed to roll out of it but before he could get his footing his hip was kicked into and he stumbled, tripped over a seemingly perfectly placed rock and smashed his head on the side of the stair house. Then, just as quickly as this all transpired, there was a body behind him, they hooked their fingers under his helmet and lifted it to expose his neck and press a knife with jagged points onto his neck. How did he know the knife had jagged points? Good question, it was, as previously mentioned, against his neck and piercing into his skin, drawing blood.

“Why are you following me?” a girl’s voice filters through his mask and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His mask let him know through the constant visuals that the voice belonged to a female in their late teens, not that he didn’t already know that.

“Making sure you got home safe,” he says carefully, weighing his options and trying to decide if he should let her feel like she got him or escape with a slight nick on his neck.

Eh. Jason preferred to not have a bleeding neck no matter how small the cut.

“Lies,” she hisses, digging the knife a bit deeper as a warning, maybe getting out sooner was a better idea. “What do you want?”

“Knife off my throat first,” he manages without pushing his neck further onto the blade.

A second later the girl releases him and jumps back with enough space between them to react if he ended up deciding to attack her.

Jason gives her a quick glance as he stands up, a hand to his throat to check for blood.

“I wasn’t lying-”

“You’re not fooling anyone you Red Hood wannabe,” she snaps. Jason just laughs in surprise, no one has ever accused him of being a Red Hood wannabe. He's the one who made the mantle into something to respect, something to fear. He stops laughing and levels a glare at the girl, his helmet telling him unhelpfully there was no match of facial recognition in any database.

“I am Red Hood-” he started to growl out but she cut him off again. The audacity.

“Red Hood wouldn’t have been caught by the person he was trailing, Red Hood wouldn’t have been caught off guard, Red Hood doesn’t have a stupid streak of white hair on his head. He may have been a theatre nerd but he wouldn’t do that.”

Wait what.

“What are you talking about?” But it was more of a demand than a question.

“You’re not…” she trailed off waving her hand in the air trying to find a word, “slick. Same jacket, same shoes, same build, yeah. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Ok. Whatever, I’m going home.” He turns and starts jogging across the rooftop towards home. So much for helping out.

“Where is he?” she calls out after him.

“Right here, princess,” he spat before jumping to the other rooftop.

But as soon as his feet leave the building a big dark blue warbly hole appears and swallows him before he can react. Unfortunately for him the other side of that weird black hole was a face full of concrete.

“Prove you’re him.”

Oh this girl was something else. Jason shakes his disorientation away, he didn’t know how she did that, nor did he care but he was pissed. He swings his foot around and connects with her ankle, she falls as expected but easily bounces right back up and hops out of his range.

“Do that again and I’ll have to break my no killing kids rule,” he growls out, staring her down for a moment. Her face was finally lit by the dim yellow street lamps and he could see the entirety of her face and all the raw emotions she was trying to hide. For a split second familiarity passed through him, like when you see someone at the library then at the store a few weeks later or you see an old school friend ten years later and can’t quite place them. Jason dismisses the feeling and turns to go.

“Wait.” She says it so vulnerably that Jason gives her a chance, when he turns she pulls up her sleeve and shows off her forearm.

In the center of her arm is a faded black tattoo that was a writing symbol, but because of its name and one of its uses it was used to brand child soldiers in Gotham from a particular gang that Red Hood obliterated as soon as his first order of business in Gotham.

‡

It was the double dagger, or better known in Gotham as the death dagger. The children were expendable although highly trained and dangerous, they could give Damian a run for his money in the child assassin department. The tattoo was a reminder to the children and to the people they came across that they were soulless, emotionless, their lives and actions were not their own and they would give their lives willingly for the mission

Meaning who they were before was dead. No family, no connections, no one would notice if they went missing and no one would be able to identify their bodies if and when the time came. Sometimes poor families would sell one of their children and promise to forget them and to never contact them.

Jason was led to assume that this was another child soldier looking to thank him, or kill him. It was 50/50 these days, some of those kids just never recovered.

“So what is it that you want? You want my autograph across your head?” Jason asks dryly.

The girl just huffs and pulls her sleeve back down.

“I want to know if my brother is underneath that mask.”

I want to know if my brother is underneath that mask.

The words struck Jason deep in his chest but it only fueled his anger. He didn’t know why that hit so deep but he was not in the mood for this nor would he be at any time.

“Just because I ended that gang doesn’t mean we’re family. Go find your other assassin siblings to play house with.”

“Annette,” she calls after as he turns his back again. A strike of familiarity pulses through him and when he hesitates she continues, “that was my name before I was initiated. I was one of the first. Daddy’s little girl,” she was still talking louder than necessary since he hadn’t turned back around. “I’m the only one left from The 13.”

Right. The 13. That’s what everyone called the first batch even as they were killed off, they were the most ruthless being the oldest and were also the most aggressive in proving their worth. It was common to find a number from 1-13 placed strategically behind at the crime scene, whoever had the most successful missions would be highly rewarded, or so he was told.

“Do you remember?”

“I remember destroying that gang and their stupid leader and having to kill some of your little friends and I also remember The 13 died within the first year and a half and were easily replaced by their younger friends.”

“Do you remember me?”

“Look, kid,” he finally turns to look at her, “I don’t care, ok? Yay whoopdeedoo I saved you, get in line. It’s what I do, kill bad people and let the rest walk away. You’re not special.”

“Annette Marie Todd,” she says hurriedly, like it’s a last resort. “Jason Peter Todd,” she continues, “just you. Me. And a blitzed out Mom.”

Jason did not like this, he knew the Dagger Children were ruthless and expert manipulators but this was pushing it. He spun around to face her, ripping off his helmet, she already knew what he looked like and it was in the way of his death glare.

“You don’t know who you are messing with. If you really were a Dagger you’d know that I am not one to be fucked with.” He slides his helmet back on and without a backward glance he runs off to the next roof and continues home. Thankfully not another portal thing opens up in front of him.

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Jason didn’t have a sister. He did not have a sister. He would remember having a sister. He would remember having a Dagger for a sister. But Annette was such a familiar name. And she had said her name was Annette Marie Todd. Todd.

No that’s stupid. Impossible. She was just messing with him, for all he knew she could have been subtly showing her face in random places for him to react to the familiarity of her face and she could have said the name sometime in the last few months for him to vaguely recognize the sound of her name but not place it.

But the Lazarus pit did alter his memories from childhood, it was like looking through a fog of red anger, or maybe it was always like that even before the pit, and it also completely wiped out other parts of his memory. But a sister? No. No way.

Hours of this, circling around the possibilities and shifting around on his bed trying to get comfortable until he finally drifted off in a very restless sleep.

Jason found himself in a familiar apartment, the one he lived in before his “mother” died. He looked around and it was more of the feeling of familiarity that convinced him where he was than anything else. He steps aside for a younger version of himself to run by him and turns to the window that led out to the fire escape and watches him climb out of it and close the window. Jason turns back around to see what Young Jason was hiding from. A man hands a thick envelope to his mother, Catherine Todd who had wrapped herself in a thin silk robe, her bony frame visible as well as her happy focus on the money inside that envelope. Jason couldn’t make out the man’s face but he turned around and grabbed the small hand of a little girl in pigtails. She turned her head and faced the window sending a smile but he couldn’t quite make out her face so he instead turned to himself sitting outside.

As he turned his surroundings changed but in his dreamstate he paid no mind to it. This time he was standing in an aisle of a store as a child. He looked around and found his mother dressed embarrassingly in a thin tank top and ragged jeans and flip flops. He feels a squeeze of his hand and looks down, his little sister is looking up at him and pointing to a rack of stuffed animals of Clifford the Big Red Dog that were suddenly there. He sends her a smile and looks up, intent on catching up with his mother and asking her to buy one but as he chases her his intent slips from his mind and instead he wants to taste the cupcakes he just saw. He opens a case and takes a bite but yelling makes him turn around and there is Batman towering over him. Instead of a tasty cupcake he is holding something thick and metal, a crowbar. He throws it at the man and turns to run away and jumps out of the parking garage and jumps into the air flying up. But he’s too slow, he tries kicking and swimming in the air to propel himself further away from Batman but a hand wraps around his foot.

Jason jerks awake, breathing heavy and feeling uncomfortably hot. This was much more mild than his usual nightmares, if it could even be called a nightmare, but it was bad in a different way. It wasn’t unusual for Jason to be getting chased in his dreams by one thing or another and it always ended before whatever or whoever was chasing him got him but it was getting a little old honestly.

His head was pounding so he slipped out of bed and poured himself a glass of water from the kitchen. As he takes a sip he recalls his dream and how he had looked down at his sister. But that couldn’t be right.

A searing pain in his head forces him to tighten his grip on his cup before it goes away again. Stupid head. Stupid dream. Stupid girl trying to get in his head.

As he lays back down a memory of clear grey eyes flashes across his mind’s eye.

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Throughout the next few days Jason tries to ignore the headaches and his dreams of the young black haired girl with grey eyes and of getting chased which was more frequent and more urgent than he remembered them being. It was just all a big waste of time. At least the Dagger girl wasn’t trying to find him anymore, he didn’t know how he would react if she showed up again.

After another dream of getting chased, this time he was just so tired of it he got a few good punches in on the Bane/Joker demon that was chasing him when his phone buzzes, startling him awake. He ignores it in favor of a cup of coffee and checks the time on the oven that he never uses, it’s almost two o’clock.

His phone buzzes again several more times in quick succession. He finally heads over and clicks his phone on to see five messages from Stephanie.

Replacement’s replacement🤰

so u have a little sister and u never told me???

anyways shes at the big house and getting interrogated by bruce and i think hes ready to adopt her

hello

so rude

i mean it looks to me shes tellin the truth but like seems sus for obvious reasons and ur the only one that'll actually know so… hurry up??

Jason curses and rushes to grab his things before running outside and zooming to the Wayne Manor on his motorcycle.

welp i’ll add with another part soon that i havent finished yet but anywho let me know if jason is too ooc or something😁😁

#sibling jasonette #maribat #this is real late #sorry about it #is it angsty??#im not that great at angst #also tumblr was not letting me use the cool version of that symbol #just rude #btw I edited this feb.23 just so you know but not very big changes #i dont know if you care or not

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