#My fingers couldn't stop themselves uwu
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A Blanket Full of Stars
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Jason was 6 years old when Danny was born, and he remembered that Danny looked like a wrinkly monkey wrapped in Jason’s softest blanket that he could find in his closet. The blanket had all these stars and planets, and tiny little rocket ships that look like they’re about to crash into the moon.
Jason giggled, because his baby brother looked like a monkey in space.
Jason loves him.
That day of his birth, when Jason held the little baby in his arms, he promised to be the best big brother ever. He’ll make sure that no one bullies his brother for looking like a tiny monkey, and beat up anyone that even tries to beat up his brother. He’ll read all the books the old ladies from the diner gave him, and turn on the radio when Danny wants to listen to music because Jason sure as hell can’t sing.
But his mom said they couldn’t keep him. They couldn’t afford to keep him.
Jason was heartbroken.
So, some social workers went looking for a family to take Danny in.
The day the new family came to pick up Danny, Jason held Danny the whole morning, not letting go of his baby brother who was sleeping so peacefully.
Danny had also gotten attached to Jason. He’d stop crying when Jason holds him, rocks him, carries him. He’d make little ‘num-num’ sounds when Jason feeds him. And when Jason talks to him, he’d reply with a ‘bwah!’ and an ‘awuwuwu!!’
Danny can’t lift anything yet, but he’d hold on to Jason’s finger. Danny can’t roll over yet, but he’d lay his chubby cheek on Jason’s shoulder. Danny can’t talk yet, but Jason just knows when Danny calls for him.
So, when the new family comes into the house with the social worker, Jason couldn’t hold back the tears. No, he couldn’t let go of Danny.
Danny was still a month old! What if he gets sick in the car ride! What if the parents forget Danny because he’s so small? Danny might not look like a monkey anymore, but what if the parents leave him alone anyways? How can he trust these people to take care of Danny?
Oh, they have a daughter??
It doesn’t matter!! She is a 2 years old girl that’s crying when she saw Jason crying. She can’t take care of Danny! She can’t feed Danny, or bathe him!! Her tiny arms can’t carry him either!
Danny can’t go with them!
But his mom was crying with him. “I’m sorry,” she said, hugging him when the two parents took Danny. Jason’s head was hugged close to her chest, but Jason had a clear view of his baby brother. His baby brother that was making distressed sounds while being held by unfamiliar people. “I’m sorry, but Danny won’t be able to live a good life here, baby. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
Jason hated this. Jason could take care of Danny, he promises! He can! He won’t even let his good-for-nothing dad touch him like the month Danny was with them!
But, when the baby girl, Jazz, was lifted by the giant man, Danny stopped making such sad sounds. Then, Jason watched as Jazz lifted her hand. And he was ready to run in and stop her from slapping his brother, but he stopped. He stopped because she patted Danny’s cheek so gently.
And Danny... Danny cooed the same way he would at Jason. Danny held the little toddler’s finger and babbled loudly, like he would when he’s being held by Jason.
Jason hated it. He hated the little baby girl. Danny was going to a better family, going to be taken care by a girl he’ll call his sister. And Jason will be forgotten! Danny won’t ever remember Jason anymore!
It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair!
Jason ran to his and Danny’s room. Well, his room now. All of Danny’s things had been packed.
Then, Jason saw the blanket. The blanket that made Danny look like a little monkey in space. It’s the softest blanket Jason has. And Jason doubts that the new family would have a blanket full of stars like his does.
“Jason! They’re about to leave!”
He picks up the blanket, folds it, and runs downstairs. Danny was all buckled up in the car seat the new family purchased just for him. He was sucking on a binky that the new family bought too.
The new family saw the blanket Jason was holding.
“It’s... It’s for Danny,” he told them.
His mom pursed his lips. “It’s not washed,” she said.
But Jazz made grabby hands towards the blanket. “Ish Danny’sh!!” she said, still reaching for it.
The woman, who was going to Danny’s new mother, smiled kindly and took the blanket. She unfolded the blanket, and laid it over Danny, who cooed loudly the moment he held the softest blanket Jason owned.
It wasn’t a spaceship, but Jason felt like Danny was being flown to a whole other planet. It sucked, and it hurt, and Jason was going to miss his monkey baby brother.
He looked into Danny’s car seat and patted Danny’s tummy. Danny held his finger and latched on to it. “Awu!”
Jason sniffed. “I’ll miss you, Danny,” he said. Then, he brought Danny’s tiny hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I’m going to miss you so, so much.”
Jason felt his mom’s hand on his back. “It’s time for them to go, Jason,” she said softly.
Jason huffed. Then, he looked towards Jazz, and gave her a firm look. “Take care of him, okay?” he said, to which Jazz blinked. “Even when adults think they’re taking care of their kids, take care of Danny, okay? He’s small, and he looks like a monkey.”
Jazz looked to Danny, as if to confirm he’s a monkey. She pouted at him. “No mo’key!”
Jason huffed, grinning. “Good, now I know you’ll take care of him...”
He stepped out of the car and stood beside his mom. When the adults were done talking, the new parents stepped into their car. And then, the car started.
His mom was waving. She was crying, but she was waving.
“Say goodbye, Jason,” she said.
He couldn’t do such a thing. He couldn’t lift his hand. And he couldn’t bring himself to talk.
Finally, the car started moving.
Jason couldn’t help it. The car was already a block away, but... but...
He ran. He ran after the car ignoring his mother’s yell for him.
“DANNY!!!” he cried, gasping and sobbing. He wanted his brother back. He wanted him BACK.
“DANNY!!!!!!”
The car turned. There was a traffic light that turned green. There was a truck.
“JASON!!!” he heard his mom cry.
But Jason... Jason was flying.
He looked up to see Robin holding him, gently landing in front of his mom, who ran up to Jason and hugged him tightly. “Oh, my baby...” she cried.
Jason... he... Jason cried, hugging his mom just as tight.
He couldn’t hear his mom thanking Robin, nor hear Robin ask if everything was okay. He didn’t feel his body being lifted and carried into their horrible apartment that smelled like beer. He didn’t feel himself being laid onto his bed. Jason scooted on instinct, but there was no tiny body that was going to be laid with him.
Instead, his mom told him to scoot near the wall, where Danny would have been. Jason would be the body that blocks Danny from falling.
His chin trembled, but he scooted near the wall anyways. And his mom laid beside him, petting his hair and hugging him close to her.
“I miss him,” said Jason.
“I know, baby,” she said, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry...”
Jason shook his head. “He’ll be safe with them?” he asked.
“Yes,” his mom said. “Safer and will grow up healthier. He’ll be loved and cared for. He’ll have a normal life, one that’s better than Gotham.”
Jason chose to believe her. He had to.
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Okay, so, I cried while writing this whole thing. And, I just--- Oh my godddd....
So, headcanons and notes for this AU!!
- As you’ve read, it’s a Jason and Danny as Bio-Brothers!! Jason is 6 years old uwu, and Danny was just born! Danny stayed with them for a whole month while the social worker was looking for potential families to adopt Danny. They came across the Fentons, who were more than willing to take in a child that came from one of the poorest of families in Gotham. They drove all the way to pick Danny up themselves.
- It takes Jason 3 whole months to get over Danny. He noticed his mom and his dad fighting more and more every day, until one day his mom was... weird. IT was the start of his mom’s drug addiction. This is also when Jason finds out that she’s not his actual mom, but she still loves him. She loves him so much, but she was also tired.
- Cue major events, like Catherine Todd dying over overdose, Jason meeting Batman, Jason in the middle of Dick and Bruce’s argument. What’s different here is that Jason ends up being a little bit closer to Dick, because Dick remembers saving Jason when he was smol. Dick visits the manor more often, only to spend time with Jason and nothing more (maybe for Alfred’s cookies too). Jason dies, Superboy-prime alters reality and Jason gets revived, Talia finds him, dumps him into the Lazarus Pits, blah blah blah, the rest is history.
- In Danny’s corner, who is now 15 years old, for a show-and-tell, Mr. Lancer prompts the students to bring something from their baby days that isn’t a binky or a baby bottle, and to tell the class about it in the most creative way they could.
- Danny tells Jazz about it, and Jazz remembers about the box in her closet full of Danny’s things of when he was a baby that she didn’t want her parents destroying. She brings it out and shows it to Danny, and he finds the blanket.
- “Heh. Looks like even when I was a baby, I was into space.”
- Jazz had a strained smile on her face. “Yeah. Mom and Dad said that it took you 3 whole years to let go of that blanket,” she said. But her smile was still strained.
- Danny furrows his brow at her and asks, “What? What’s wrong?”
- Jazz sits Danny down. Her parents were going to tell him... someday... when they weren’t busy with their ‘job’. So, Jazz decides to just do it now.
- Danny finds out that he was adopted. Jazz tells him that her earliest memory was this older kid giving Danny the blanket, and calling Danny a monkey. “You held his finger and he kissed your hand, saying he’ll miss you. I think he was your older brother.”
- “I don’t understand,” said Danny. “Didn’t they want me?”
- Jazz nodded. “I asked Mom and Dad about it... your real family... they weren’t doing well. They were struggling financially. They said that the social worker suspected your real dad abusing your mom... I don’t know about your brother...”
- Jazz hugged Danny, who was crying. “They loved you so much, Danny,” she whispered. “So, so much.”
- Danny washed the blanket. After a wash, the blanket ended up becoming the softest thing in Danny’s room. He slept with the blanket, feeling a bit closer with his brother. Definitely his brother. It just felt right. And Danny knew than to ignore his intuition that was getting a bit too accurate now that he was half-ghost.
- Danny then asked Tucker to search about his family. “Todd, that was their last name,” he said. “My mom’s name was Catherine Todd, and my brother’s was Jason... My dad’s was... Will? William? Willis? Wilred? I don’t remember...”
- Tucker searched. And... “Dude... you’re... not going to like this.”
- “What? What’s wrong?” he asked.
- Tucker sucked in a breath. “I just want you to prepare yourself, okay? It’s not good news.”
- Danny frowned. “Just say it, Tuck.”
- Tuck gulps, but nods. Then, he shows Danny what he searched. Catherine Todd had died from overdose, Willis Todd was a crook that was murdered by Two-face. And Jason... his brother... he was adopted into a wealthy family! The Waynes! He managed to get into a prestigious school! And Danny wondered why Jason didn’t go find him? Did Jason ever think of coming to get him now that he was in a better place? And Danny, maybe he wouldn’t be going to Jason, but it would have been nice to reconnect somehow? Maybe not... They had their own lives.
- But then, Danny reaches the final paragraphs of the research results that Tucker put together.
- “He... He died?” he asked, reading and rereading what happened. An accident. An accident killed his brother.
- But, despite Tucker confirming it, it... didn’t feel right. And Danny’s intuition was getting better and better, more accurate. So, if it didn’t feel right that his brother died, then his brother probably isn’t dead. Did he fake his death? No... that didn’t feel right. He totally died. Then...
- Was he brought back to life?
- Bingo, his intuition said.
- “Dude? Hey, dude, are you okay?” Tucker was patting his back, talking softly and trying to ground Danny back from his panic attack.
- Danny made a decision. He was going to fly towards Gotham. He needed to find his brother. Check on him. Check on how he’s doing.
- After reassuring Tucker, he made plans. Then, during the weekend, Danny talked to Valerie to take over for him, along with Sam and Tucker, and he flew all the way to Gotham to look for his brother.
- He felt Death everywhere he flew. But he felt the calling of a malformed ghost-core. Jason? His intuition sang. So, Danny flew closer and closer, until he reached an apartment along a street that seemed abandoned, if it weren’t for the various gangster-looking people roaming along it.
- Danny transformed back into his human form, no longer feeling the strong pull, but a weaker version of it.
- ‘JASON!!’ his mind seemed to scream. He was about to see his brother. He was about to MEET his brother!! ‘JASON!!!!!’
- He was about to cross the street when... the light was turned green... and there was a truck and...
- Danny was flying. He wasn’t transformed, but Danny was flying in the air, held firmly by some teen in a hero get-up and a domino mask.
- Danny was plopped gently on the side-walk he was aiming to get to.
- “Phew,” said the teen. And, wow, he’s only slightly taller than Danny. He’s probably the same age as him... or older. He looked Danny up and down before asking, “So, you doing okay?”
- Danny nods. “I’m good,” he said. Wow, he’s got a nice voice. And a nice body. Are those abs real? Or are those just kevlar linings??
- “Where are you trying to go?” the teen asked, snapping Danny out of his close to sinful thoughts.
- “I’m looking for my brother,” said Danny, clutching onto the blanket tighter, thankful that the teen saved him or else it could have gotten ruined. Sure, he’s been hit by buses before, but not while he was in human form!! “He lives on this street.”
- The way the teen’s brows rose higher made the hero look a little cute--- FOCUS DANNY! He’s not here for cute boys in hero get-ups!! Oh shoot. Oh man. Oh no...
- “What’s your brother’s name?” the teen asked. And, Thank You!! Yes! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT DANNY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!
- “You just look like someone who lives on this street,” the teen said, smiling a bit crookedly. OHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT?! THAT’S ILLEGAL! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO, NOT A THIEF OF HEARTS!!!!
- Calm yourself, Danny. Let’s find out whether we are talking about the same person. Danny blinked. “What’s that person’s name?”
- “Peter Todd,” the teen said.
- Feeling a bit dejected, Danny shook his head. “That’s not the person I’m looking for,” he said. “I’m looking for Jason Todd.”
- “Jason Todd is... dead,” he said, a bit hesitantly.
- “No, he’s not,” Danny said, a bit firmly.
- The teen took him by the shoulders, and brought Danny’s face closer to his. He could feel the teen’s breath. It smelled like coffee and breath mints. “Legally, he is,” the teen said.
- That... that got Danny’s attention. He whispered back, “What do you mean by-- oh.” Legally, his brother is dead. He died, he came back to life, but to everyone, Jason is dead. So... “He has a new civilian identity?” asked Danny.
- The teen leaned back and nodded. Then, he pointed to a door. “That’s Peter’s house,” he said. Then, he aimed his grappling hook to the sky.
- Danny stuttered a loud ‘thank you’, to which was responded to with a brief wave from the teen, who flew off to the next building over.
- Danny then went up to the door that belongs to Peter Todd. Jason Todd. His brother.
- Should he knock? Ring the doorbell?
- Before Danny could make a decision, the door opened for him.
- And there, in front of him, was a tall man who looked like a more human and slimmer version of Dan, a white streak in his hair, and a slight stubble on his chin. He had the same blue eyes as Danny. And those blue eyes widened when Danny brought up his blanket. His blanket full of stars, and planets, and tiny rockets that he loved so much the more he held on to it.
- “Jay... Jason?”
- The man’s chin wobbled, and Danny felt his own chin wobbling. Great. Both of them are going to cry. But, instead of saying anything, the man stepped towards him and brought him into a hug, a tight hug that’s so warm and full of love, Danny couldn’t help but hug back.
- “Danny?” Jason’s voice was breathy.
- Danny couldn’t respond, only letting out a small sound that was a mix of a whine and a grunt.
- Jason chuckled. “Still a monkey, aren’t ya?”
- Danny felt Jason’s core calming the more Danny stayed with him, and Jason felt himself lighter than he had in years. It couldn’t be because Danny was here, but it is! It is because Danny is here!
- Jason invites him inside. It was quiet at first, the two of them just taking in the other, trying to process how real this was. And then, they began exchanging stories. Something light, of what had been going on for the past years they’ve been apart.
- And then, the next thing they knew, it was already morning of the next day, and Danny needed to get back home. He gave one last hug to Jason, promising that he’ll visit again next week, and took off to the street, turning on his invisibility and flying back to Amity Park.
****
- Red Robin, or should we say Tim Drake, saw it all. From the moment Danny suddenly appeared to the moment Danny disappeared in the alleyway. He had just finished talking to Jason about some case they were working on together, although their relationship was still a bit rocky, when he saw the teen suddenly appear in the alleyway below Tim.
- Well, rocky relationship aside, Tim’s mind flew with a thousand thoughts a second when Danny confirmed who he was looking for. Danny knew for some reason that Jason was alive, but he didn’t know Jason’s fake identity. The teen knew where Jason lived, but he also looked like he was just going to go up some random door and hope that the person who opens it would be the person he’s looking for.
- Cass had taught him how to read sincerity of a person’s behavior, and Danny wasn’t hiding anything. He was sincerely looking for his brother.
- He was also kinda cute.
- “Tt. What are you spacing out about, Timothy? Your face is making a weird expression,” said the Demon Brat.
- Stephanie snickered. “Give him a break, Dames! Our dear Timmy-Wimmy’s in Wuuuuuuv~!”
- Tim sighed.
- Anything else that happens? It’s for another day <3
#Damn this got long XD#Oh? Did you guys spot a sprinkle of braindead ship in this? Yes#Yes you did!#My fingers couldn't stop themselves uwu#tim drake x danny fenton#braindead#dc x dp#danny phantom#jason todd#jazz fenton#danny fenton#tim drake#red robin#dp x dc#tucker foley#danny phantom x batman crossover
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Prologue. Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. Part VIII. Part IX. Part X.
Story Content Warning: Rate M for mature content (minors DNI!!!) including but not limited to: mentions of drug use/smoking, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual scenarios, angst that will make your head spin and more to add
Chapter Warning: cursing, mentions of drug use/overdose, smoking, mentions of su!cide. she's a little heavy at the end here, just a warning.
a/n: (undedited hawyee) holyhellthiswaslongerthanithoughtwtf but i was so uwu when writing this chapter, I couldn't stop! i love ice and the relationship with his daughter ;v; but all of my babies are so damaged and have some serious mending to do. Rooster and Misha have the smallest cracks; Jake and Meesh have some way to go, dude. marlie x
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Part V: Reticence
It was pitch black when she opened her eyes. Misha was floating, the tension of the surface sucking down on her flight suit to will her hips under. Her head was fogged and her mouth was dry. Her ears were full of water. She had the urge to move, to break free from the goop under her back. She tested a finger, finding even that difficult against the inky sludge. Her limbs were heavy, as if weighed by steel, but she persisted to free her wrist, her elbow, her bicep, her shoulder. She reached up into the darkness to stretch forward. Expecting nothingness, she found something: another hand grasping for her wrist.
It yanked her up into the abyss.
“¡Oye chica, vamos! We’ve got work to do. Another fine Navy day, right?”
The scene quickly changed to blue skies, barely a cloud above head and suddenly, she was standing on the tarmac of TOPGUN. Her helmet was shoved into her chest by a set of large, gloved hands. It felt heavy, like a bowling ball, and nearly knocked her off of her feet as she stabilized herself. “Come on already, kid, let’s get up there. These bogies ain’t gonna be cookin’ themselves! Besides, we know how Seresin gets when he has to wait, yeah? Don’t wanna leave that hothead on the runway for long or he’ll leave us in the dust!”
The phantom’s back appeared to her. The figure was clearly male with broad shoulders and dark curly hair, slicked back into a military standard. He was whistling a tune as he stepped away, a pep to his step at the cheery melody. His fingers fiddled in the air playing a poorly impression of an air guitar while he cracked himself up, laughing at his own antics.
“I’m too old for this shit, man, can’t wait to retire!” The statement rang clear in her ears as he stopped to look at the sky.
The shadows of an intricate tattoo sleeve were out of his right arm as he pulled the sleeves of his flight suit up to cover himself. He didn’t bother with the zipper. The man looked over his shoulder, showing a handsome hooked nose and the most mesmerizing deep brown eyes Misha had ever seen. They were warm, gentle pools that held nothing but admiration, adoration… trust.
“Let’s show ‘em why we call you Hotshot, eh, Kaz? Let’s make you a legend, baby!”
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Misha jolted out of bed. The sun wasn’t up yet, but a quick glance at her watch told her it was time to be. She quickly went through her morning checklist: pills, teeth, hair, makeup, uniform. She sped through her routine to the best of her ability, but kept finding herself recalling back to her dream. She kept thinking of that face: the well built bone structure, the nose, the hollow set eye. The longer she recalled, the more the image was painted in her head. She could clearly see the gold earring in his right ear, a small hoop, and the matching gold band on his left ring finger.
Misha opened her bathroom cupboard to grab a few tabs of Advil, swallowing them dry. She was going to give herself a headache before the day began if she kept attempting to recall this guy. She checked her appearance once more before running back into her room, petting Moose’s belly in greeting.
“Upsie Daisy, Moose. We have an early start today,” she said while the dog protested. His eyes were heavy and he curled back on his front paws (“Ohhh, big stretch,” she muttered, tying up her boots) with a yawn. Moose sat like a statue while she threw on his vest, newly adorned with a velcro TOPGUN patch and his ID badge. Moose was as official as the rest of them now, though Misha could tell he disliked their official wake up times the most.
Misha’s feet did their best to move lightly down to the kitchen to start her morning coffee, but was surprised to see the living room lamp still on at the bottom. She peeked around the corner of the kitchen island to find her father slumped in his favorite armchair, a file of paperwork nearly falling from his fingers. His mouth was tucked beneath his scarf and a slipper was half off. Misha gave him a fond smile.
She remembered being a little kid, waking up early on weekends to find her dad already sitting at the kitchen table with all of his binders and notebooks open. Tom’s glasses were always on the tip of his nose while he sipped on his piping hot coffee, the steam completely blocking his vision, but never stealing his focus. Still tired, she used to climb up into his lap with her favorite stuffed bunny, curling into his chest to steal a quiet moment of affection.
Sometimes, all a girl wanted was her daddy.
No matter what he was doing, Misha was always welcome on Tom’s lap. He’d press kisses to her curly blonde hair and snuggle her close to him, giving soothing hums and holding onto her tightly. He’d talk about his plans for the day and what they were going to do when he got home. He would say how much he loved her and how proud he was of his little ‘mini-me’. The sound of his heart would often lull her back to sleep and she’d find herself waking again tucked under a flannel blanket on the couch. Tom snored underneath her with reruns of the news playing. His arm was loosely draped around her back to make sure she wouldn’t fall.
Back to reality, Misha crept over to the lazy boy, eyeing the old L-shaped nap spot fondly. The lieutenant gently tugged the falling file from his fingers and placed it on his end table. She removed his glasses, still nearly slipping from his nose even after all these years. Some things never changed. Misha stared at her dad, his wheezing snores sending an ache through her chest. He looked so frail under the long sleeved robe and old flannel blanket, now patched together by old sweatshirts.
Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was supposed to be a lion: loyal, fierce, and overly protective of those he cared for. He still was. But now, that lion was getting older, his bones more brittle and his heart thumping slower, yet not weaker by any means. Although his body was becoming delicate, Iceman’s resolution and steely countenance never suffered, even at his weakest during his treatments. He was a stalwart figure; a lighthouse among a storm. Tall. Proud. Undeniable.
Misha’s lips trembled while she placed a kiss to the top of his downy head, lingered for a moment, scrunched her eyes closed and pulled away to grab her coffee. She scooted out the door, the click of the lock louder than she remembered.
She couldn’t recall the last time she kissed her father, let alone touched him. Her lips burned. Tears stung at her eyes as she drove forward to base, Moose licking at her fresh tears.
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Bodies were littered across the tarmac, their chests low to the steaming asphalt. Punishment push-ups were the name of the game, and Misha was responsible for overseeing the crowd with Hondo on counting duty. Moose was nose to nose with Bob, dropping to all fours before standing up in time with him, tongue lolling to the side and tail wagging. Misha had stripped him of his vest for lunch and decided not to put it back on due to the oppressive heat. The service animal was very much in play mode, toying with the blonde man for attention.
The WSO’s laugh was echoey under the stress of his respirations. “You mocking me, Moose?!” Misha chuckled at the bespectacled man, doing his best to slap his hand at the ground between his press ups for Moose to chase. She decided right then and there that Bob was a good one.
She’d keep him close. Him and Phoenix at least, maybe Fanboy and Payback for their jovial natures. The rest could take a hike.
Maverick silently appeared beside Misha like a ghost, his helmet resting underneath his bicep. He smelled of sweat and jet fuel: good ol’ Maverick was back in his element. “Saw your report, kid. Good work.” He didn’t bother looking at her, busy scoping the pilots moving in tandem to Hondo’s shouts. His kills. He looked almost proud at the sweat dripping from every pore of their bodies.
“Thanks, Mav. Was it easy enough for you to understand, Mr. Books-aren’t-my-thing?” She smirked at her uncle, an eyebrow raised. Maverick gave a disgruntled cough, looking away for a moment in embarrassment.
“Look, I might not be a brainiac with numbers, but I can read at least a third grade level, ok?”
Misha returned a fond smile to her uncle.
“If I didn’t know you like I do, I’d think a smile looked good on you, Barbie girl,” Hangman bit out, sweat dripping from his temples. “You’re poison inside, though. Can't fool me anymore. You ain’t nothing but a liar behind those lips.”
“I’m no liar,” Misha shot back. Jake’s attitude was nothing short of sour from the instant she walked into the debriefing two days prior. “You never did like to be caught with your pants down. You just end up taking your shock out on everyone else. You’re worse than a toddler.”
“I don’t think I’m acting like a toddler when the reputation of the fucking United States Navy is at stake for letting you even step foot on this base!”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, will you lay off her Hangman? Christ,” Phoenix bit out, gritting her teeth through her reps. “Kaz hasn’t done anything wrong since she’s been here and all you do is shit on her. If I were her, your jaw would be in your skull and my fist would be in your teeth.”
“She shouldn’t be here, ‘Nix. You know it.” he spat. A string of saliva dripped towards the tarmac with his words. “Druggies don’t deserve recognition. They fly the wrong high. ‘Gives us real aviators a bad name.”
Seering hurt lashed out in Misha’s ribs. The familiar sludge of tar bubbled along the lining her stomach.
Payback and Fanboy shared a quizzical look amongst themselves. Obviously Misha’s past transgressions were never brought up in conversation outside of the 2012 TOPGUN class. Rooster’s eyes stayed locked ahead, his jaw tensed with his eyes boring holes into Hangman’s profile. He chewed his lip, as if he was holding back from saying something.
Coyote’s head shook side to side, disapproving. “I mean this as lovingly as possible Hangman, but shut the fuck up.”
“You’re doing an awful lot of talking down there for a group on their second set of 200 push ups,” Hondo bit. “Maybe you aren’t working hard enough. Get lower.”
“Can’t be any lower than Hotshot,” he grumbled hotly still, pausing just above the tarmac. The visible heat bubbled against his black t-shirt. “Dirt’s higher than her. She’s already six feet under.”
“Enough.”
If Misha’s jaw would lock any tighter, it would snap to pieces under her skin. Moose, padded anxiously back to her side. He didn’t need his vest on to know break time was over. He stood still as stone next to her, eyes scanning his charge at the crowd at her feet.
“Our history, Lieutenant Seresin, is just that: history. Leave it to the textbooks. You got a problem with me? Talk to me. Don’t be airing out dirty laundry to people that don’t wanna smell it.”
Hot, stinging tears nipped at the corners of her eyes, but she would never fall to his stabbing remarks. This was Hangman, HER Hangman. The Hangman that cupped her cheeks and was so happy to see her just a few nights ago. The Hangman that lovingly played at her mistakes and transgressions, but always swung an arm around her shoulders at the end of the day. The Hangman that sat next to her in the academy mess hall playing footsie while they ate their lunch. How could he have gone from so much love to so much anger in what felt like a single glance?
“Mind your superiors, Hangman.” Maverick was cold, crouching down to face Hangman straight on. Misha’s words held no weight and he knew it better than anyone. Hangman didn’t see her as anything other than the dirt under his feet. He would never give her the respect that she deserved as long as he was under their tutelage. After all, the Texan reminded him so much of his younger self: it only seemed right that he could pinpoint the exact precipice of his towering pride.
The captain’s glare was pure ice. It was green versus green. Jake paused at the top of his rep to glare back at Maverick, rising to his challenge.
“Superiors?! That woman is not my superior,” he grit, nails digging underneath him. “In fact, there’s nothing superior to me about her because I BEAT HER. She lost her steel in 2012 and left the top spot ripe for the taking.”
“I wonder why,” Maverick challenged. He caught his tongue. Just three words were too much.
Hangman snapped to stand. Mav joined him, never losing eye contact.
Phoenix, Fanboy and Payback leaped to their feet ready to intervene, but froze in their places realizing there was no flesh meeting flesh. Jake stood over his captain attempting to make himself the monster, but Maverick’s aire made up for his lack of height. “I wonder why, huh,” Jake started, his teeth grinding, voice dangerously low. His growls were picking up speed. “Some of us know. Some of us know all too well. But what do you know, huh Mav? Have you ever been in that position before? You ever watch someone you love die right before your eyes and watch them walk around a fucking corpse?”
The captain’s gaze faltered, uncentered and frantic. His knees looked like they were going to buckle.
Rooster’s shoulders slouched while his abdomen hit the pavement. His elbows were weak and his gaze far away in remembrance. Misha knew exactly who they were both thinking about.
Carole. Ice. As soon as the names came, they were gone, whispering out in the winds of her ears to nothingness.
Hangman’s finger pointed to his former wingman. “That person is not Hotshot. Like I said, Hotshot’s six feet under. She died 5 years ago. This person?” He huffed, dropping his hand loudly at his side. “She’s a fake. I don’t even know who she is.”
Misha’s chest thrummed. A tidal wave of sparks leaped to life in her gut, lighting the kindling of her chest. He knew. Jake knew.
LiarLiarLiarLiarLiar.
The smoke burned her throat, seeping up. She thought the hot air would come out of her nostrils if she breathed out.
Misha’s stomach lurched at the voices serpentining around her head. Liar echoed into the pits of her brain, strangling her rationality. Her hand went to the front of her skull, Moose pushing his nose into the side of her thigh repeatedly. Sit. Sit. Sit.
She couldn’t. Her knees were locked.
Jake didn’t tell a single lie. Not one; all of it was true. The old her died when that plane went down 6 years ago. Part of her foolishly believed that no one else acknowledged the ghost she walked around as. She hoped it was hidden in plain sight and naively let polite kindness deceive her. Misha prayed that everyone would have just accepted this zombie as the only thing they had left of her.
Her throat felt like it was glazed in soot as she stepped forward, her hand loose on Maverick’s arm. Her knees snapped at every step she took. Glossy green eyes matched Jake’s burning ones.
“You’re right,” she started, her voice a cracked whisper. “I don’t deserve this position among you all. You’re right, Jake. But when I tell you I didn’t want— this…” She gulped, tearing her eyes away. Her hands flailed out to widen against the tarmac. One by one, each pilot stopped their movement, knees touching ground to sit on their heels in silence. Hondo let it slide.
Rooster’s stare caught hers. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing or holding his air waiting for her to continue. She gulped, attempting to pull saliva to her throat only to find a desert left on her tongue.
“I didn’t. In fact, I argued with Admiral Kazansky to leave me out of this; that this was no longer my place. I’m completely aware of that. In fact, I’m certain every single authority that I’m working with on this mission argued with him about it, including Cyclone and Warlock. Maybe even Mav here, too.” Her uncle’s eyes were more interested in the shine of the setting sun on the stripe of his helmet. He couldn’t look her in the eyes. She gripped the side of his shoulder in acceptance.
He didn’t have to say anything.
“I’ll tell you exactly what I told Rooster yesterday.” It was Misha's turn to grit her teeth, pulling herself chest to chest with Hangman. He stepped back in gall, not expecting Misha to come up so close to him. An emotion akin to confusion, and disgust, crossed his beautiful features with the sun of Golden Hour crossing his eyebrows.
“My discomfort doesn’t mean I won’t do my job to the best of my ability. You have my word. That should be enough for everyone on this tarmac. It should certainly be enough for you, Lieutenant Seresin.”
She extended her hand, a pinky out. Another unbreakable promise. “I swear it.”
Jake stood there for what felt like hours, staring at her scarred hand. She couldn’t read his features. Couldn’t read an atom of what was going through that skull of his. Eventually, he sighed, rolled his neck, and turned away to leave her hand extended in the sunset.
“I don’t make deals with devils,” he muttered. “I’m not falling for that.”
He grabbed his helmet, slinging it over his shoulder, and walked away from her.
The string-tight tension broke and Misha came back to the harsh reality of standing on the hot tarmac with dozens of pilots and officials surrounding her. She wanted to curl in upon herself; to hide from the pitying stares and questioning gazes. That was the last thing a mission leader needed: questioning from her subordinates and her authorities.
Her friendship with Hangman was lost. He made that clear enough. There was no need to cry over it. He said his piece and there would be no counteracting him now.
She turned to the other pilots, her lips in a tight line. “Dismissed. Be prepared for lecture tomorrow.”
She needed a smoke.
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The cigarette was burnt nearly down to the butt as she watched dusk fall upon the now empty tarmac. Her eyes were heavy, but with all the paperwork still left over, Misha couldn’t even think about leaving for home yet. The ground was cool under her legs while she leaned against the aluminum of the hangar. Misha took another slow drag, the smoke pooling in her lungs before she let it go to the winds, the air pulling it strand by strand until it became nothing at all.
Perhaps people are like smoke. Humans are finite. At the end of the day, even the richest, the smartest, the most talented, become ash no different than the beggar on the street. They live their lives in a blur and suddenly, they find themselves worn so thin that their body dies and dissolves to nothing. Where does the spirit go when it separates from its earthly vessel? Was it peaceful? Was it light? Did you feel anything? Or do you just… go?
“It’s a bit past your curfew, don’t you think?”
Gravelly timbre broke her concentration to see Rooster standing above her, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His curly brown hair was still dripping slightly from his shower and his signature Hawaiian shirt was tied by the sleeves around his waist. In the blue of the dusk, his honey eyes still bore right through her. She scoffed at him, turning back to the purple hue of night. “I’m 32, I think I can be out past sunset.”
“I wouldn't think a former convicted felon who just got out of her parole six months ago that lives at her parent’s place would be let off the hook that easily,” he chuckled. He raised an eyebrow and nodded his head in her direction. “Can I sit with you?”
She stuck her cigarette into the tarmac, smearing the ashes into the cement. “Can’t stop you, can I?”
Rooster parked himself directly next to her, nearly shoulder to shoulder. His nose crinkled as he came down at her side, scooting further away from the ashes at her feet. “Since when did you start smoking? Shit’s gonna kill you.”
“Since I lived in Jacksonville. Picked it up when the Oxys ran low,” she murmured, a hand pulling her bun from its containment. Sweaty, dark locks hit the top of her shoulder and she sighed with bliss. “Had to pick up something else to take the edge off, you know? Smoking’s the only crutch I have left from those days.”
Rooster pondered his next words carefully. “Does your dad know?”
“What, that I smoke? Oh yeah,” she said, a chuckle in her chest. She could envision his face; his blonde brows and his hands angrily flying as he huffed the scent of tobacco on her old zip up the first month she moved home. “He hates it. It’s what his cancer’s from, after all. He always tells me that I’m gonna end up like him one day.” She turned away from him, her eyes closed. “Kinda hope I die before I get as old as him, though.”
Rooster couldn’t control his hands. He was fast as lightning to grab firmly at her shoulders, abruptly turning her to face him. He was stern. His eyebrows furrowed deep nearly into his crow’s feet. “Take that back.”
“W-what?” She was confused. Why did he look so… so angry?
“Take that back,” he said again. This time the staccato of his voice shook her shoulders at every word. “You’re not going to die young, Misha. If you really wanted to die, you would have killed yourself in Jacksonville.”
He released her, the weight of his hands still present on her neck, but her body still stayed to face him. Her gaze dropped to his chest. Her voice was a whisper.
“I tried.”
The silence hung in the air between them. The stars were out finally and the base had hushed itself to a halt. There was no movement. She could hear both of them breathe.
She wished she could hear the ringing in her ears instead.
“I… I overdosed,” she started. She couldn’t meet his gaze. “In 2014. It was just once, but it was enough to get me caught. Everything was just too much and I… I had felt too much. Saw too much. I thought and heard things that weren’t there. My brain kept yelling and there were so many voices. And the ringing, man, it was just— so much stimulation. I just wanted it to stop. Oxy was always the way out.”
Misha’s eyes peered up, glossy with tears. Rooster watched her arms close in around her chest, hugging herself tightly. The pilot had to stop every neuron in his body from reaching out to pull her to his chest. To console her. To give her just an ounce of comfort that she'd be starved of for so long.
Bradley didn’t realize how much she had gone through. He had assumed, like the rest, that Misha had just partied too hard and gotten herself in trouble. She didn’t know that the trauma of her accident ran so deep. But then again, how couldn’t it have? It took her entire life from her. The golden child, the one who was supposed to be just like her father. Suddenly, all of her goals and aspirations went up in flames.
“I found out it was from my head trauma. You know, from the crash? Docs said that it messed with the part of my brain that works with perception and sound. It took out my physical hearing nearly completely, so my brain decided to fill the void with voices and sounds it's made up to take up the space.” She knocked a fist off the side of her head. The sound was nearly hollow. Did she have a plate in her skull?
Bradley was still too shocked at her confession to say a word, so he simply sat there taking her in. She looked like a little kid curled up in the corner of a playground because no one would play with her. She was willowy, lanky, and tall like her mother, but had her father’s angled jaw and sharp eyes. It was as if her head was too big for her body. Those sharpened eyes, though, held a bluntness behind them that frightened Bradley more than anything: they were hollow.
They were eyes that had seen it all.
“Do you… Do you ever hear voices?” She felt like a child asking her big brother if he ever got scared of thunder. It was utterly ridiculous. Of course he didn’-
“Sometimes,” Rooster rasped finally, his wrists resting on his bent knees. His thumbs started to twitch against each other. “Mine aren’t hostile like yours, but they’re degrading. Telling me I should have done something differently or making me feel like I did something I shouldn’t have.”
He shrugged his shoulders, a lopsided grin ticking to the side of his lips for an instant in some distant memory. “But most of all, they put a fire under my ass. They tell me to get moving and catch up or else I’ll be left behind. They’re motivating in a degrading way. That’s how I look at them, at least.”
The salt from Misha’s tears cracked on her skin. She took the back of her wrist and rubbed it harshly against herself. “It’s kind of hard to take ‘it’s all your fault’ and make it sound positive.”
“Change that to ‘if it’s my fault, then I should make it right’. If you need to apologize, you should do that. If you made a mistake, own it. If you killed someone’s dog, well,” he laughed at his own morbidity. “Look, that one you might not get away with, but hey, it’s the thought that counts.”
Misha tried to suppress a giggle but ended up snorting instead. Rooster let out a full on laugh at her and she returned it in choir. They sat there laughing together for the first time since they were kids like two old friends. It was natural, like a weight had finally slid off of both of their backs. It was the way they should have been all along.
“You know what, Kaz? The voice in my head is telling me ‘you made a mistake, dummy,’” he let out after their giggle fit finally ended. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I acted the other day. I treated you awfully and you didn’t deserve that at all.” He took a deep breath and let the back of his head thump against the wall of the hangar.
“Seeing Hangman dig at you today made me realize I was wrong about every word. You get so much shit from everyone and you’re just trying to do your damn job. Sure you didn’t ask for it, but you still come through every day and finish your performance reviews and teach our lessons like everyone's backhanded words don’t affect you.”
He forced her to look at him again, his calloused hands gently cupping both sides of her cheeks. Her skin was blotchy from her tears. He pushed a stray, dark strand behind her ear to reveal the scar at her neck. “You deserve to be here more than any of us. You deserve this chance.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. The moon was high in the sky now. Her paperwork was long forgotten. He held her so gently in his palms she could have cried again. He was warm and soft, and the way he looked at her gave an air of calm she hadn't felt in years.
All she could do was put her hand over his, and gave a squeeze in appreciation. She couldn’t bring the words to life, but that didn’t seem to matter. Rooster returned her squeeze in acknowledgement.
“Alright, listen Ms. Hotshot. It's time to get out of here before our 0700 start tomorrow.” Rooster stood to his full height, his arms stretched over his head to reveal a piece of tanned, muscular midriff. “Need a ride?”
“Nah, I have the ‘vette,” she muttered. “Plus I have Moose still. Don’t think you want dog hair in the back of the Bronco.” Her service animal was happily chewing at his dinner, his collar tinking gleefully against the metal bowl. Their entire exchange was missed by her pooch. Some therapy dog he was at the end of a hard day.
“Honestly, thanks for the offer, Roo. Maybe next illegal late night rendezvous” Misha chided, her boots sloughing through the hangar to turn off her desk lamp. Moose had his bowl empty and good as new by the time she strapped his leash to his harness. “Trust me, I’ll take you up on it.”
Rooster’s duffle was slung on his back as he turned to watch her fiddle with stacks of paperwork and shutting down her computer. “Hey, Misha.”
“Hmm?” Her gaze came up. Her eyes were doe like in the low light.
“When was the last time you flew?”
“The accident.” Of course, doofus.
“Would you go up again?”
“Yes.” There was zero hesitation. However, as soon as the word left her lips, she backpedaled, a flush crossing her cheeks. “ B-But it’d be better if I flew with someone else. I’m not… I’m not sure I could be a driver. You know, the deafness and the head and the– well, yeah.”
Rooster smiled, pure and bright. “Good to know. See you tomorrow, teach.” The aviator gave a half pressed salute and strode out the door.
Misha pressed her phone screen to see 6 missed calls and over 30 texts from her family group chat with a varying degree of “where are you”, “please call me ASAP” and “I have your GPS tracker on, get your ass home”.
Suffocating, the whole lot of them. She smiled genuinely for the first time in months. She was light as the smoke from her cigarette.
She wouldn’t ever ask them to change.
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Request or randomized kisses meme || No longer accepting
@advnterccs sent: 15. Kiss in the Rain { To your Morty from my Morty uwu }
{15. Kiss in the Rain}
Morty's heartbeat was echoing in his ears. It wasn't as loud as it got when he was extremely anxious or on the verge of a panic attack, but it was still insistent enough to make it impossible for the teen to ignore it. He was trying hard not to let it affect his behaviour, but he couldn't stop the light shaking of his fingers.
Hazel eyes darted towards his boyfriend, who was sitting next to it on the threshold of the French window that led to the backyard of his house. Above them, the sky was covered by dark crowd and the humid smell in the air betrayed that it would be start raining soon. He hated lying to his other self, but Rick had been adamant when he had told him that neither of their counterparts had to know about the hopefully short trip they would go on.
The teen dropped his eyes in his lap. He understood why his grandfather had forced him to promise that. It was a long shot and it really wasn't worth to give the other two false hopes, especially when they could have ascertained quickly enough whether or not it was a real lead. Yet, it still felt wrong.
"Uh, h-hey, I need to...T-There's something I need to tell you," he started, hoping that his voice wasn't as tight as it was sounding in his ears. "I...R-Rick and I are going on, uh, an adventure. I-It's the usual shit...w-well, kind of, but...w-we might be gone for a few days an-and...I wanted to let you know. An-And I wanted to say bye before we leave."
He swallowed, trying to ease the knot in his throat. Was he sounding weird? Too dramatic? He didn't want his boyfriend to get suspicious, but he couldn't help it. He was nervous, afraid even. And yes, his and Rick's adventures got scary and they sometimes still scared him, even after everything he had faced and done, but this was different.
Since that close encounter with that Rick...their original Rick, and damn if he still wasn't struggling to wrap his head around it...the Ricks had been acting weird, even before they had replaced themself with a robot. Now that everything was out in the open between the four of them? He could see how deep the abyss of obsession their two adventure partners were risking to fall in was.
Morty knew that he couldn't risk putting his foot down. Not now, not when his Rick had already proved that he could just decide to deal with it on his own. He and his boyfriends were the only thing keeping the two stubborn jerks from throwing themselves over the edge, as they had done years before. He had to be there for Rick, first and foremost. It was a task he could not fail. No matter the cost.
"G-Geez, I'm making it weird, aren't I?" He made himself go on, managing a chuckle that didn't sound too forced. "I-It's just...I'm going to miss you."
Damn, that was straight out cheesy. Yet, he would have lied if he had said that he didn't mean it. Maybe it was clichéd, maybe it sounded silly, especially since it should be just a few days, but he couldn't help how genuine the sentiment behind those words was.
Suddenly feeling too restless to remain seated, Morty pushed himself on his feet, hesitating just for a split moment before offering his hand to his counterpart to help him up in turn.
Once they were both standing, he found himself playing with the other's fingers. He couldn't tell if it was just a way to distract himself or if he was biding his time. Perhaps, he was merely seeking to prolong the contact.
"I-I have to go soon. R-Rick said that I could stay a while, b-but...he's really, uh, eager to leave." And wasn't that an understatement. "S-So...I..."
His voice trailed off as the first drops of rain started to fall over them. He didn't want to think about the grimmest what-ifs, but it was hard not to, with the weight of revelation on his shoulder and a shadow looming over them all. One shaped like the guy whose actions had been the start of it all, but he wasn't the one casting it. No, it was made of the obsession of their Ricks.
Swallowing quietly, he decided to give up on words and to let his action speak for him instead. With much less hesitation than he had expected, he leant forward, wrapping his arms around his other self's neck and bringing their mouths together.
The rain was falling more and more heavily, soaking their hair and clothes, spreading cold over their skin, but Morty almost didn't notice. His attention was fully focused on the feeling of those warm lips moving against his own and on the taste of his boyfriend's mouth. The moist sweetness and the hint of bitterness left by the dark chocolate they had shared earlier.
Eventually, he had to reluctantly break away to allow them both to catch their breath. As much as he would have liked to just stay there, in his counterpart's arms, getting lost in the kisses they could have fed to each other, he knew that it wasn't possible.
"I-I love you, FM." The words were still so new on his tongue, so foreign. Not just because they had shared them for the first time just a few days before, but also because his counterpart was the very first person he had told them to in a romantic way. "I-I'll see you in a few days."
The last sentence was barely out of his mouth when a portal opened a few steps away from them and Rick's voice called his name from inside it. Their time had run out.
Morty chose to indulge himself for one more moment and stole another quick peck from his boyfriend's lips before letting go of the other's hand and stepping backwards towards the green vortex. One last smile and a wave and he forced himself to turn around and stepped inside it, before he could do something stupid as running back into his counterpart's arm and telling him everything he wasn't supposed to tell.
It wasn't a big deal, if he didn't make the whole ordeal into one. They would see each other in a few days. Of course they would.
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HI NARUUU I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL <33 IM BACK WITH AN UPDATE ON MY ENSTARS ADVENTURES !!
sadly couldn't get the free five star from the tour event :'))))) i didn't have enough time n strong enough cards rip BUT i did get both the four star cards + the three star ones n a bunch of resources so i'm...at peace with it.
oh yeah, i've upgraded from doing only normal difficulty songs to hard ones >:DD (expert's still outta my league tho sadge) fav songs to play rn are acanthe, mystic fragrance, n dance in the apocalypse (even tho dance in the apocalypse makes my fingers CRAMP like holy hell why are there so many things to tap–)
OH AND YOU ASKED ABT MY FAVES LAST TIME...i forgot to answer you shdjfjf i've liked rei for a while bc i've heard of him before sbdhd he talks like an old man and claims to be a vampire, aka perfection. bUT i've added a few more ppl to the roster: tsukinaga leo n izumi sena ! i think this is driven by the fact that i got their cards so i ended up searching them up to get to know them better but yes they <33
this is getting kinda long so last thing is. gacha exploits. so izumi's banner came out like...yesterday ? n i was like ok there's no harm in tryna get him since he's one of my faves tho i've heard enstars gacha is a living hell–
AND THEN GUESS WHAT ? MY FIRST TEN PULL FLASHED RAINBOW BUT I WAS LIKE IT MIGHT NOT EVEN BE HIM AND THEN–
IT WAS HIM *SCREAMS INTO ABYSS* he looks so cute *sobs* he seriously took all my luck fr sbdhfjf but here's the rest of my cards so far ! (idk what's good or what's bad i've just been levelling n using cards and hoping for the best)
(LAST last thing: tysm for getting me into the game !! i've been having a blast playing the live stages hehe and it has reminded me of my love for rhythm games <33)
Under the cut since my reply ended up being pretty long!
It's fine if you don't get the 5* from the tour! Your cards will gradually grow and become stronger so there's future chances! This was also just the first tour out of 5 this year so there's plenty of chances!!
AHH LEO AND IZUMI I SENSE A KNIGHTSP IN THE MAKING !!! I myself am a ritsu and arashi producer along with mao! Knights is such a gorgeous unit and im so happy you like their newest song!! Arashi was the center for that (which i grinded the whole day for because i wanted to snag her the first day uwu)
But I'm so glad you managed to get Izumis second feature scout on your first 10 roll! Don't worry enstars have a tendency to really sike you out with it's gacha so don't be surprised if a 5* suddenly rolls by on blue lights OuO)/
And don't worry if you can't do expert stages yet! Rhythm games are mostly muscle memory and coordination which takes practice! If you want to however both full combo it and perfect combo it there are also cards that fully support those chances! Perfect comboes will give you more dias and some cards that has the ability to turn great/good notes to perfect is for example these two:
While some 5* cards that help you keep your combo are these two:
Feature scouts tend to be very powerful by themselves! Tour cards also have a very high rating that is usually everywhere between 91K-94k when fully filled even at one card!
But i see that you're already starting with the sparkle dash missions for Subaru! He's generally a very good card to have in the beginning since he's the first 5* that you can max out! The road gives you the necessity to get his percentage all the way up to 200%!
I'm glad i could make you like rhythm games again! They're very fun although stressful at times uwu I hope you continue to like it and feel free to stop by again when you have more to say or have any questions!!
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[Bodyguard AU cause reasons uwu]
God this night was boring. Yvonne went to a lot of events, but the ones she hated most were the ones where people just stood around talking. She was terrible at small talk, to begin with, and outside of her bodyguard, she didn't know anyone enough to strike up conversation. It was going to be a long night. But at least she had Raph at her side, looking after her. She liked Raphael, quite a bit, sometimes even inviting him to 'jobs', not because she needed protecting, but to simply have an excuse to be with him...
Shame they always had to be around people though...unless. Faint smile appears on her face, the woman coming up with something that may give them some time alone to really talk,
"Hey, Raph?" Yvonne speaks up, briefly biting her bottom lip before she continues, "So, I'm not sure about you, but personally, I'm bored out of my skull."
Was she calling it a night? No, far from it,
"I think we should ditch," Yvonne suggests, curling a finger around a lock of her as she grins wider, "Maybe go to that Pizza place or something," She adds on, "Just you and I, go have our own fun - what do you say?"
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Raph had to be honest as he was looking around at all the yokai in the room, he didn't understand the reason for him needing to be accompanying Yvonne tonight in truth. Sure he came to a lot of these just to keep any trouble away from her but this time? even he had to say he couldn't see a need for this event though? Seemed pretty boring all these people just sort of stood around talking to themselves mulling about in the near-crowded room. Then again most spaces felt crowded to Raphael. She said she didn't need the whole team so he didn't have his brothers with him either, kind of wished he did because Raph was beyond bored standing with her right now. Even if he likely would have to watch them too to make sure they behaved least it is something. Then again?
Eyes drifted to look down at Yvonne. This was a nice excuse to be alone with her. Quick to look away before she could catch him. Okay, he knew he wasn't meant to be thinking that way. In a sense he worked for her, they took up some spare jobs around the city as a way to earn some more money. It was a bit easier compared to other ways they went about it. Since the Hidden City, they could be out and about so offering thier services to protect and such? Well, it was perfect for them..sometimes. Mostly though they were booked as helping Yvonne. She was nice and smart and kind and the most beautiful person Raph knew. Stop it Raph! he mentally scolded himself You are working, you are her bodyguard meaning you gotta stand here and look scary so no one tried to harm her. Straightening up a little trying to look even bigger than he already is as he fixed a serious look on his face. Mad Dog mode is on.
"Hey, Raph?"
Until he heard her voice at least dropped the look fast as he looked down at her smiling brighter than he meant to. he just couldn't help it whenever her attention was in his direction
"So, I'm not sure about you, but personally, I'm bored out of my skull."
"Oh, you need me to help yas back home then Yvonne?" Assuming she was ready to call it a night. On the other hand, Raph was more than fine with that because this was a full-on snore fest if he was behind honest. Though the downside was it meant his time with her was always going to be cut short if they were heading to end the night. Oh well, there would be other times to be around her though right?
"I think we should ditch,"
Wait ditch? that didn't exactly sound like turning in and calling it an end to the night. "What do ya mean by ditch?" he presses one curiously. Watching how she weaved a finger in through her hair as the section curled around her finger when she went on to speak to him and added on to what she was trying to get at.
"Maybe go to that Pizza place or something,"
He crocks his head to the side a little at the idea "Oh, you wanna get away from the snooze fest" Seeming to click in now, "i don't blame ya I mean not to be rude but this? yeah this whole situation is making me wish I knew how to sleep with my eyes open" he joked a little holding up his phone now "I'll give my bros a heads up if you like even, and we can get to Run of the Mill sooner than you can blink" he went on to offer her way. But she seemed to have her idea in mind already.
"Just you and I, go have our own fun - what do you say?"
Wait..just her and him? Alone together not for work either? why did that thought seem to make his heart beat a bit faster in his shell? Or make the room seem a bit too warm now. Slightly lifting a hand up to tug his mask a bit in an attempt to cool his face, seeing how that warmth was mostly at his face slightly chuckling to himself. Why was he laughing she didn't say anything funny.
"Oh uh I mean..." he shook his head gathering himself together again. "I mean they ain't serving food here and it is pretty bad if I didn't make sure you ate right?" he started to make up the excuse for them to ditch, slightly nod of his head as he turned his body slightly to make way for the butterfly mutant now. "So let's go, I know the guy who runs the place I'm sure he'll like having you eat at his place!"
#muse| rapheal#aflockoffeathers#madamkezzie#[ ones trash is anothers treasure aflockoffeathers]#[body guard au]#stay qeued#muse interacction#((look at them on a non date uwu))
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request : heyy, i saw the promt and please can i get a 'tying your lovers tie' with jimin and him being super flirty? 🥰
< requested by > @nervouscandyengineer
pairing : jimin x reader
genre: fluffy fluff.
warnings : i'm kinda.. a little.. uhm.. how to say this.. in love w him so be prepared to uwu. also jimin is so freaking pro at flirting - i know you're shocked (!) - and you're whipped.
author's note : idk what to say. you know some writers say they're writing for themselves ? i'm they now. gonna read this A LOT. ( and i edited the picture )
please don't be a silent reader
" jagi, can you help me with tying this? " he asked with the babiest face when he was walking towards you. you two were going to attend one of your friends' celebration. it was in a small but luxurious place, only for close people of your friends'.
you couldn't help but smile to his expression. lips puckered, bright eyes searching for your attention as always.
at the same time you were checking yourself on the mirror. fixing the straps of your silk top.
" i thought you knew how to tie baby. " you replied with a little sarcastic tone after getting up nd turning to him. then you got his tie between your fingers nd started. his gaze never left yours, hands finding your waist like the times he pulled you himself to kiss.
you knew that he was doing it on purpose. it was his classical way to make you feel blushed.
" i forgot. " he said in a low tone tilting his head. flirt. flirt alert. but it was more than okay with you. you loved to play with him as much as you loved to be played.
" oh ? hope you didn't forget other things. " you said smiling a little, trying to focus on the tie but at the same time not being able to look at your love for a moment. yes, you were the one who's replying but he was your heartthrob. that was exactly what he is. his sweet-like but capturing smell, styled orange hair which was your favorite and his ' i want all your attention to me ' mode. you were a sucker for all.
he leaned closer to your neck before nuzzling, giving you tingles nd an undescribable feeling on your chest.
" hmm.. like what baby ? " he said before getting closer to your face. " like this ? " he said nd gave a small kiss to your lips. " or like this ? " he added lowering his hands to your hips nd pulling you closer.
your hands were still on his tie, brain stopped working for a moment. your mouth opened a little bit while you tried to reply. but you couldn't. you couldn't decide what was making your heart faster. everything he did was effecting you.
a sheepish grin appeared on his face, eyes hiding behind his eyelids. " seems like you're the one who forgot things.. " he said face coming closer to yours, hands still on your waist. " but don't worry.. " he added gaze dropping to your lips then he got closer to your ear " i'll make you remember, gladly. " he whispered.
how? how does he..? how does he make my heart flutter and leave my knees weak, you thought for the millionth time. not like you were complaining. just curious. so you were the one who's puckering because of thinking these. eyes still full of stars, can not resist his flirt even in joke. and it was a mix of both for a fact, you told yourself reading his eyes.
seeing the grin reappearing on the face of your love you couldn't help but trying to hit his shoulder. trying because he catched your wrist before you finish. then kissed your knuckles while giving you loving eyes. yes, he had a habit of making your life a romance movie.
" ugh.. " you said with a fake displeasure. " but it's not fair. " you said weakly, like talking to your inner voice. that was when he let your wrist go gently and took your chin between his fingers, making you look at him.
" tell me then.. is making me whipped is okay ? all i talk, all i think, all i want is you. so stop talking me about fair, we're too far from that. " he said with a softened expression, explaining his feelings endearingly and making your heart fullest again. like in every breath you loved him more. was this even possible ?
your fingers found his, intertwining as you lift yourself and leave a kiss to his nose.
oh here it was, his whipped smile. you could do anything. anything to see this, to make him feel loved.
so you kept your small kisses. his cheeks, his forehead then a longer one to his lips.
you didn't mean to stay there longer but his pillowy lips were a magnet. and then you started to kiss him, it didn't take more than 2 seconds for him to join. to make you sat on your make up table. to keep kissing each other playfully till hoseok knocks the door for milliseconds and opens it because he forgot to apply his sunscreen and catches you on act.
" sorry for interrupting lovebirds, but it's time to go. "
#bts fluff#jimin fluff#jimin video#jimin imagine#park jimin#bts writing#bts one shot#bts drabble#jimin x reader#jimin x you#jimin x y/n#jimin#jimin users#im in looooove
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KARASUNO’S MANAGER !!
SYPNOSIS — it’s a new year and the karasuno team decides to throw a new years party in the school gym
WARNINGS — tooth rotting fluff <3
AUTHOR’S NOTE — none of this is realistic but shut up and let me live laugh and love with the idea it’s real
⇀ HAPPY NEW YEARS BABESS
⇀ so it all started out when noya and tanaka came up with the brilliant idea to throw a new years party
⇀ and since canonically, everyone in haikyuu are losers, everyone agreed 😀
⇀ of course you invited your boo kenma 😼 and the nekoma team
⇀ and kuroo invited the fukurodani team since bokuto heard about the party somehow
⇀ the party is held in the gym, it's byoc
⇀ "bring your own cups"
⇀ cause y'all broke broke 😭😭✋🏼
⇀ kidding . . . about the cup part, y'all are broke though . . .
⇀ anyways, so the team put you in charge of getting the drinks
⇀ . . . but they never specified non-alcoholic 😼
⇀ so you, being the six foot seven giant you were, got some alcohol
⇀ it was surprisingly easy
⇀ like the guy behind the counter didn't even ask you for an ID or anything and he probably assumed you were 21+ because of your features 🤡
⇀ i mean you do be chiselled by the gods themselves 🤪🥴
⇀ not me simping over you 🤺
⇀ so the party is about to start and you come in with literal bottle of alcohol like fUCKING JACK DANIEL'S AND WHISKEY AND RUM AND ALL THAT SHIT
⇀ and when daichi saw you with all the paper bags filled with bottles of alcohol he just-
⇀ . . . 🧍🏽♀️
⇀ "y/n. . ."
⇀ "yes? 🤠"
⇀ "why. . .why do you have alcohol?"
⇀ "you said to get drinks. ."
⇀ "i mEANT PUNCH-"
⇀ all daichi wanted to do was punch you 🏌️🏽♀️
⇀ LMAO BUT NOYA AND TANAKA TURNT UP WITH THE ALCOHOL
⇀ they poured that shit into those punch bowls? ya know? the ones in those cliche highschool movies
⇀ they got red solo cups and everything 🔫
⇀ anyways, so people start showing up and daichi panics because no sir, these minors aren't getting drink on his watch, but oops-
⇀ kiyoko locked him in the shortage closet 👁
⇀ "i'll let you out in 20 minutes"
⇀ because babes knew that's all it'll take for everyone to be blackout drunk
⇀ and she was right 💅🏽
⇀ fifteen minutes into the party, noya, tanaka, yamamoto, lev and a bunch of first years are drunk drunk.
⇀ suga, kuroo, asahi, and ennoshita are also drunk but like they're the chill typa drunk y'know?
⇀ they playing a game of uno with normal playing cards 🧍🏽♀️
⇀ kenma . . . doesn't want to be there BLESS HIM LMAO-
⇀ he's sitting in the corner, red solo cup in hand because kuroo took his pspspsp and won't give it back, even if he is drunk
⇀ and you- good god
⇀ YOU. ARE. D R U N K.
⇀ i'm talking the embarrassing type of drunk
⇀ you're dancing on one of the volleyball poles like a fucking stripper and bokuto is throwing napkins at you like they're ones please- 🔫
⇀ kenma is just in the corner staring like 🐚🌝 hello yes, officer? imma need animal control here asap.
⇀ LIKE DJFJD WTF IS MY BF DOINGG
⇀ he's embarrassed for you 😔✋🏼
⇀ but in the corner of your eye you see kenma sitting all alone so you go over to him, alcohol nearly spilling over the side of your red solo cup
⇀ "what're you doin all alone here, kitten?"
⇀ kenma crinkles his nose because you smell like alcohol, but he just shrugs
⇀ he says something but you can't hear him over he loud music, so you lean closer but you end up spilling your drink all over your shirt and you just
⇀ "ew it's sticky . . . i guess I'll just take it off"
⇀ SO YOU DO
⇀ IN A CROWDED ROOM
⇀ OF DRUNK POSSIBLY NOT STRAIGHT MEN
⇀ and holy fuck-
⇀ how knew you were so foine 🥴🥴
kenma's eyes widen when you suddenly pull off your shirt, your chest still slightly damp from the drink spilling on you. he could feel heat rushing to his face the longer he stared. kenma wanted to look away, he really did, but it was something about the way you rubbed your hands over your abs and chest to wipe off the moisture and the way you looked down with hooded eyes that had him entranced. he couldn't look away, and by the sight of the other people in the room also staring at you with no shame, they couldn't either.
despite being drunk, you could tell people were staring and it filled you with a sort of confidence you only got in the privacy of your room with kenma. speaking of kenma, he wasn't fairing any better. his head was turned to the side to look away, but his eyes betrayed him and stayed focused on your chest.
you smirked.
kenma gasped as you suddenly leaned forward, your hand slamming onto the wall next to him and the other pushing him by the hip, your cold fingers slithering up his shirt and sending chills up his spine. your breathe was warm next to his ear and kenma's blush intensified.
"see something you like, kitten?"
kenma's breathing began to get heavier the longer you whispered in his ear, his chest and pants tightening. kenma refused to look up, knowing half of the people in the gym were staring, but he would by lying if he said it didn't turn him on more than he already was.
your stopped whispering in kenma's ear and began trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, leaving marks behind. kenma had to bite his bottom lip to stop noises from escaping his mouth, but his restraint was limited due to the small amount of alcohol in his system.
your fingers traveled further up his shirt and caressed his waist, pulling him closer to you. pulling away from his neck, you turned to his lips, sucking and biting on them as if it would be the last time you would be able to. kenma's neck was littered with hickies that, even in the darkness of the gym, were extremely visible.
but before things could go any further, you were ripped away from kenma by a fuming daichi, "first you bring alcohol and get everyone drunk, then you try to fuck your boyfriend in the middle of the gym? i'm gonna kill you, y/n."
⇀ you were put on daichi watch for the rest of the night 😔🔫
⇀ but by the time 11 rolled around, you were a bit sober so i guess that's good
⇀ everyone gathered into he middle of the gym and counted down until midnight
⇀ kiyoko and yachi had hung some of those colour changing lights and gave the room some amazing vibes
⇀ and kenma was standing next to you, your arm slung over his shoulder as the lights hit his face perfectly and outlined every feature of his beautifully
⇀ you smiled down at him
"it's already 2021, huh?"
kenma looked up at you and immediately looked away when he saw that you were already looking at him. even after months of dating and nights spent in each other's embrace, he still got nervous when you looked at him the way you were right now.
eyes so full of love and lips pulled into a satisfied smile.
"yeah. . . i guess. . ."
you laughed and pulled him closer to your side, kenma stumbled a bit and grasped onto the new shirt you put on. it was a spare that you left behind in the clubroom one day.
"c'mon kenma! new year, new possibilities! what are your new years resolutions?"
kenma shrugged, burying his head deeper into your side, "i don't have any."
5 . . .
you smiled, "really?"
you looked back up at the digital clock kiyoko hung up on the wall just for new years, your smile never faltering. kenma loved that about you, your ability to smile no matter what. no matter the circumstances.
4 . . .
"what about you?" kenma asked, a small bubble of guilt building in his chest for not answering how he thought you wanted.
you looked down at him with the same lovesick eyes and satisfied smile, kenma felt his heart stop, "me?"
you looked back up at the clock, "hmm. . ."
3 . . .
"i think. . . " you drew out, a playful smile on your face when kenma pouted at your long answer. he slapped your chest when you laughed at him.
2 . . .
"i think," you tugged kenma in front of you and rested your chin on his head, a lazy smile drawn on your face as everyone else yelled about, excited for the new year.
1 . . .
"i think i have everything i could ever want right here."
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!
kenma gasped as you suddenly turned him around, lifting his face by the chin. everyone around you cheered as the clock hit 12 and it was now January 1, 2021.
kenma's heart pounded when he saw the same old lazy smirk on your face and the same old lovesick look in your eyes; but no matter how many times he's seen it, he would always feel the butterflies fluttering in hit stomach.
"happy new years, kenma." you whispered as you pulled him into a kiss.
what a way to start the new years.
⇀ everything after that was a blur
⇀ the party amping up as a way to start the new years and you were sure even daichi had a cup full of some unholy concoction of alcohol kiyoko made for him
⇀ when you woke up, you were in bed, kenma laying a your side.
⇀ with close on, y'nasties 👁
⇀ your head felt like it was going to explode and your stomach turned in ways it shouldn't
⇀ but you were too lazy to get outta bed
⇀ me 🤡
⇀ so you just pulled kenma closer and went back to sleep
⇀ dreaming of a happy future with the man in your arms
taglist:: @stickystrawberrysyrup @420-uwu @nvthvlyy @kaiwai @goshizaki-jun @thetrash-mammal @dprhvn @bakuhore
a/n :: i'll add the read more thing in the morning, i gotta start getting dressed for the new year party. this was kinda rushed too so sorry if it's a bit jumbled or something
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x manager#haikyuu x male reader#karasuno's male manager#karasuno x male manager#karasuno manager#haikyuu manager#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#kenma x male reader#kenma x reader
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Rose Colored
-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --
Was thinking about some of Emelias thoughts during the events of the game, so have a small thing for that, and a small helping of angst.
My lovely Cogs on Twitter picked this one as the next story posted since my original plan wasn't working, so enjoy, and thank them~ uwu
**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**
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*Warnings?: Mention of murder, arguments, fear for child safety, general angst
Summary: Emelia and Karl watch Ethans 'progress', and Emelia finally breaks. Would this really work?
Too far... He was going too far. NOTHING was stopping him. Nothing WOULD stop him.
The monitors gave the room an odd, faint glow as the two factory residents watched the outsiders progress. While Heisenberg sat quietly in a chair, Emelia had taken to pacing behind him as her thoughts ran wild. This worried her... This worried her GREATLY.
She couldn't help but look over at the monitors as the man let out a low huff, clearly fixated on the events before him. Dimitrescu and Beneviento were dead... Winters was making his way through the Reservoir. Moreau was next, and then-
"Would you stop pacing?" Heisenberg mumbled, his breaths coming as plumes of smoke as he puffed on the cigar near anxiously. She did, but instead glared at him.
"You can't tell me you're not worried." She growled.
"I'm not."
"Well you should be..."
He was quiet for a moment, only giving a huff as he lifted his chin at the monitor.
"He'll come around." He said simply, leaning back in the chair. "It's the only way he can get his kid back, and that's all he wants. It'll be fine."
"Karl, he won't agree-"
"How do you know?"
Emelia gave a nearly disbelieving snort, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall.
"Perhaps you attempting to kill him turned him off to that idea..." She mumbled, looking down at her nails as she flexed her fingers. She had a feeling she'd need them...
"You came around pretty quickly." He commented, glancing over at her. She shook her head, dropping her hand.
"I was stuck here." She started, frowning. "I was stuck here, and you just so happened to be charming enough for me to agree." She started to walk towards him as he faced her completely. "I wasn't given the choice to be terrorized by you or the others, I was left here and you damn well know it. The other three weren't defending themselves against me and I didn't bloody kill you to get out."
"Even I know that's bullshit." he snorted. "I gave you the choice to leave or stay, and you decided to stay." He gestured to the monitor. "I'm giving him the choice to join us to get his kid and take down the bitch, or he'll die one way or another."
"What a wonderful set of choices." she growled, earning an eye roll.
"Emmy, we can use him. He's about as resilient as you are." Heisenberg said, suddenly standing. He gestured to the monitors. "He only wants his kid. You know who else wants his kid? Miranda. And that's the trick we'll use to get him."
"'We'?" She deadpanned, unimpressed. He raised a brow.
"Aren't you in this with me?" He asked. She sighed, reaching to rub the back of her neck.
"Yes, but-"
"We've spent YEARS working on this, Emelia!! It's a simple deal he'd be crazy not to take!" He took a step closer, setting his hands gently on her shoulders. "You've seen what he can withstand. He can't be human. I have a feeling he's just like us, meaning his brat is as strong, if not stronger!! She's the second generation of a freakshow!"
"We don't know that-"
"Why would Miranda focus on her then, hm?" He interrupted, tilting his head. "Why do you think she gave us the flasks to protect? His precious little Rose is the answer to all of our problems. He helps us take down that bitch with the kid, and he gets her back if he joins us. It's simple logic."
"... I don't like this." Emelia said finally, a look of legitimate concern in her eye as she frowned.
Heisenberg kept his eyes on her, and suddenly he understood why. The look in her eye told him all he needed to know, and he sighed. He relaxed, his hands moving from her shoulders to her arms.
"It's the kid, isn't it?" He mumbled, his voice suddenly quiet. He sighed once more as she nodded, and he pulled her to him slightly. "The kid will be fine, Emmy..."
"... You can't guarantee that, can you?"
Her voice came out as a whisper, and she crossed her arms. She hated this... She hated the idea of using a kid. Using a baby. All these years... All these years they spent, working and building an army. Building a home. Building a promise out of feelings that confused the hell out of both of them. All of it for hope of freedom and maybe, just maybe, a family of her own. And yet...
"It'll be fine!" Heisenberg chimed, gaining back an odd optimism. He gestured to the monitors again. "He'll get here after he's finished with the others and-"
"The others are DEAD, Heisenberg!!!" She yelled suddenly, making him jump as she pushed his hands off of her. She then made her way to the monitors. She turned to him while pointing to one of them, gesturing to the carnage of the surrounding areas. "There is no 'finished with the others'! They've all been bloody MURDERED, and you're too god damn proud to realize that he won't stop with them-"
"Do you hear what you're saying??" He laughed, holding a near exasperated tone as he held out his arms to gesture around them. "We've worked towards this for so long, and it's another easy solution! If he doesn't take the deal, we'll do it ourselves-"
"Are you bloody insane?!" She yelled again. "Look at what he's done already, Karl!! He won't listen to your logic! He will not leave ANY of us alive until he gets his daughter back! He. Will. Not. Stop!!"
She took a few steps towards him, and he stopped. Her voice was... desperate. Scared, even... Bad... All of it was bad, it-
"You're not seeing the bigger picture here-"
"NEITHER ARE YOU!!!" She snarled, and he felt an uncomfortable shiver up his spine. "What exactly happens if he doesn't agree with you, Karl?? You'll just... go your own separate ways? Convince him otherwise?? Kill him???"
"Of course I'll convince him otherwise! And if not-"
"'If not'?"
She laughed in disbelief. She had to laugh... He was serious. He was truly serious.
"And then what? What will you do??" She asked desperately. Her face fell as she looked at him, and she felt her Cadou squirm in her chest in discomfort. "Why can't you see the issue with any of this? Will you wait for him to destroy everything we've worked for? All because you can't-
"Can't what?" Heisenberg grumbled, his tone suddenly dangerous. But Emelia didn't back down, even as his eyes narrowed with a daring glint. She instead walked to him, standing nearly chest to chest as she bared her teeth.
"Because you can't see the full picture of what's going on around you. Because you're too much of a bloody idiot to realize that Miranda is still controlling everything!" She growled, getting in his face. She didn't stop as he jerked back in surprise, all semblance of threat disappearing in an instant. "Your head is too far up your ass for you to realize that she wants you DEAD, and she's using him to get rid of you. Get rid of us. Why the bloody fuck do you think she 'gave' him to you in the first place?!" She reached forward, shoving his shoulder back, though kept her eye on his as she continued her steps forward, forcing him to walk back. "It's a new bloody low for her and you can't see that with your goddamn rose colored vision of the world!!! You're too proud to realize that she wants him for her own, wants him more than she ever did any of us, and he's playing right into her bloody hands just like you are!! And you're a bloody fucking idiot if you can't see that!!!"
He went silent. He stared at her, eyes wide as she glared at him- but despite her clear anger, her lip trembled. It trembled, and she felt a heavy weight on her chest as she stared at him. Her shoulders began to tremble soon after. She didn't... She didn't want this... She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to fight with him, and he knew it. She suddenly took a step back, forcing back whatever emotions she held. She cared too much for him to let any of this happen... She hated this.
"We've worked too hard for this, Karl... Too hard for too many years." She said, her voice lowering. She shook her head. "We've worked too hard for her to manipulate us further... I know she wants you dead. YOU know she wants you dead. And I just..." she paused, her voice cracking just slightly. She then took a breath, moving to hold her arms. She finally tore her gaze away from his, backing away again. "... I don't want you hurt. Again."
Silence fell between them as she attempted to fight the sudden sting of tears. Fuck, she didn't-
She looked up again as she heard a few footsteps, meeting Heisenbergs eyes once more before he suddenly silently wrapped his arms around her shoulders. The hug was... tight. Surprisingly tight... She couldn't help but bury her face into his chest after a moment, slowly moving her own arms to return the hug.
"Please use our original plan..." she nearly whispered, gripping the back of his jacket tightly. She felt his shoulders droop just slightly.
"You know that's not possible..." he murmured.
"Why-" she started, only stopping as he moved one arm to hold her chin. He made her look up at him.
"Because using the kid is the only way she can be put back together." He admitted quietly. Her eye widened.
"... What?"
He sighed.
"You weren't at the meeting, Emmy... Miranda was the one who took her apart in the first place, and that bitch is the only one who can put her back together." He explained, a knowing frown on his features as she stared at him. "Using the kid is the only way we can guarantee she'll be weak enough to kill. Remember what I said when she found her?"
Of course she remembered... At the time it was exciting, but now...?
Now she wasn't so sure.
"... The ceremony has to happen..." she replied quietly, nearly defeated as her gaze lowered to the ground. He nodded.
"It has to happen in order for ANY of this to work. It doesn't matter what plans are used, she has to be weak enough. And using his Rose just so happens to be the only way we can kill her while also putting the kid back together."
He moved his hand to cup her cheek gently, and she couldn't help but ease into it. She was still apprehensive... And he knew it. He sighed, moving to press his forehead to hers.
"Look, Emmy..." he started, his voice quiet. "You're right, alright? I know you are. I don't like this either. And I have thought about it-"
"There has to be another way..." she nearly whispered, pleading. He shook his head.
"There isn't. Not if we want the best of both worlds." He spoke carefully. He moved to fully hold her face with both hands, making her look at him again. "It'll work, Emmy... It'll work, Miranda will die, and we'll finally be free."
"... His daughter will be safe...?" She mumbled. He nodded.
"I promise. We'll all just... keep living afterwards."
He moved back slightly, moving his hand from her cheek to a small string around his neck, and then to the one around hers. She looked down as he gently pulled the necklaces from the inside of each of their shirts, watching as he held the small welded gears together in the palm of his hand.
"I still need to keep that promise, after all..." He said quietly, looking up to meet her gaze with a small, hopeful brightness in his eyes.
She reached to hold the hand that held the charms, and she couldn't help but smile just a bit. It still felt wrong, but...
"Obnoxious twit..." she mumbled, suddenly leaning forward to press her face into his shoulder once more. "You know how to talk, I'll give you that..."
"We wouldn't have lived this long if I didn't." He chuckled lightly, wrapping his arms around her once more in a tight hug and nearly smiling as she did the same.
While she had managed to calm down, he still kept his eyes in the monitors. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was nervous, too. If anything went wrong... Absolutely anything... They were both dead. And he knew it. As much as he didn't want to say, she was right. He was optimistic about everything. Maybe even a bit too optimistic in this situation... But he had to be. He HAD to hope it all went well. He had to hope their plan would work. He had to hope the father they currently watched could see it from their perspective, despite currently destroying parts of the life they knew so well... Maybe the other Lords were dead or dying, but he had to hope Ethan would listen to them.
If he didn't, it was game over.
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