“Grotesque he seemed, among all the candles and the swimming colors of the flat, this filthy waif of the netherworld, and yet his beauty held sway.” - The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice

playing a prank where you refuse to hold Judes hand and he gets soo frustrated and confused and its just cute

prank (one-shot)

jude x reader

summary : read the request :)

( whoever wrote the request, hope you like it!)

as any girlfriend would, when you saw this tiktok prank you just knew you had to do it with jude. of course you didn't want to drag out too far in fear of really upsetting the man but refusing to hold his hand a few times wouldn't hurt anyone right?

first time you did it, you had settled the camera on a piece of furniture facing the couch and had settled in it. you knew jude would come join you and would try to hold your hand any time soon. as you expected, the boy was by your side not even a minute later, his hand naturally falling into yours as it always did. expect this time, you quickly removed it and reached for the remote. you tried to ignore his offended eyes flashing towards you and his huff as you searched for something to watch. you were only in the fifteen first minutes of the movie and you had already avoided his hand a good ten times, each time angering more and more jude. he had enough when he pulled you in his lap and tried to hold your hand resulting in you literally jumping off the couch to avoid it.

"baby, what the fuck is wrong with my hand" he exclaimed in pure confusion

"i don't know what you're talking about jude, im just watching the movie?"

you saw in his eyes that he did not believe your statement but he chose not to say anything else. for the rest of the movie, he was petty and sat at the other end of the couch avoiding your touch and your eyes. you subtly removed your phone halfway through the movie and was now giggling at judes reactions you had caught on camera. the man was flabbergasted everytime you did it and even ended up rolling his eyes sassily at you a few times. you posted the video on your tiktok account and laughed when you imaged his reaction when he was going to watch it.

"what you're giggling for bro?

"bro? im not your mate jude"

"you've been acting like one though" he mumbled thinking you wouldn't hear him, which you did

his sentence made you feel a bit bad for him but you decided to continue your prank until he saw your tiktok. jude wasn't a big social media person so the prank was dragged out a lot more than you expected. you avoided holding his hand when you two went to talk a walk, telling him that you supposedly had to hold your water bottle. then you refused to take his hand when you cuddled in bed, pretending that you just painted your nails.

jude wasn't that dumb. he knew you didn't paint your nails and he knew you didn't drink that much water at all. he started to get worried that maybe he had sweaty hands or even smelly ones. he must have went to wash his hands a good four times per hour since the beginning of the day, and he was getting sick of it. the petty side of him took over when you, almost violently, ripped your hand away from his in the car. that wasn't normal, it was always the same thing when he drove with you by his side. he would put his hand on your thigh and you would laced you fingers between his. he got tired of it so he just didn't make the first move for the rest of the day, only touching you when you initiated the contact. the lack of interactions with you made him scroll on social media a lot more than usual, until quite late when you two were getting ready for bed. that's when he stumbled your tiktok and then rushed to see you in the bathroom.

"you're a prankster now huh?" he said in a serious tone

your eyes flashed towards his as you felt like you were getting scolded by a teacher or something.

"sooo, you saw the video"

"that was honestly so immature"

you giggled when the words escaped from your boyfriend, probably the most immature person you knew.

"it was just a prank baby, you gotta admit it was funny"

"funny?? my love i almost died today" he said in a dramatic tone

"awww, you just can't stand being away from me can't you?" you said, mocking him a bit

"nevermind leave me alone"

jude grumbled as he walked back into your room, murmuring things like he wouldn't talk to you again or that you didn't deserve him. you followed him and wrapped your arms around his back as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"judeee don't be mad come on"

he didn't say anything but you felt him melt under your touch. he hesitantly reached for your hand and sighed when you held it back.

"yeah you better hold my hand you witch"

"don't call me that you twat"

"don't prank me you fool"

you untagged your arms from him but was quickly pulled back into him.

"you think you're getting away from me after what you pulled today?"

I really love how s2e7 sets up Ed's growing panic throughout the episode. I sooo wish this episode had just a few more minutes, but I like how easy it is to see Ed's thoughts shift.

At the start of the episode, Ed's feeling pretty awesome. He's just had some great sex with the man he loves. Deciding to toss the Blackbeard outfit overboard was him finally feeling ready to say "I'm ready to leave piracy and all this Blackbeard shit behind, actually." He tries really, really hard to make Stede a lovely breakfast in bed. My man is thriving, he's getting to indulge in a bit of domesticity.

But then, Ed brings Stede breakfast, and he tries to tell Stede about his lovely mermaid vision thing. And then Stede starts talking about how near-death experiences are just a fact of life, in "their line of work," and Ed's uneasy.

Then Ed takes Stede on a date, and it's nice! He specifically mentions how the place they go to has a track record of not putting him in violent situations. And Stede's fans show up, and at first? Ed's thrilled! He's super happy for Stede (and the focus isn't on Ed for once, which is a bonus!). He's the one who suggests they go meet Stede's fans at Spanish Jackie'z, and in these scenes he's every inch the supportive boyfriend, giving Stede advice and happy that people are appreciating his cringe boyfriend.

But then, and this is where Ed's mood really starts to turn - Spanish Jackie points out Ed's in a "I wish I was a regular dude phase," Ed agrees, and she points at Stede, who is living it up, and says "does he know that?" And that's it. That's when Ed goes from being a bit uneasy about the violence of their profession to panicking.

Because Stede is having a fantastic fucking time. He's getting the approval he's longed for all his life for doing a "man's work" properly. And Ed doesn't think Stede will choose him over piracy, not when Stede's just found his footing in it.

Of course Ed tells Stede it's "everything about fishing!" He's not confident that Stede is going to support him in a life that isn't piracy. Of course he says "fisherman and pirates are nothing alike!" Ed spends this episode asking Stede not to get into more near-death situations and taking him on a date to a place he knows is safe. Piracy is fucking dangerous and Ed's sick of it, and just the day before he had to watch Stede get tortured in front of him - of course fishing, which is letting yourself be at sea in such a quiet, painfully non-violent way, feels like the natural opposite of piracy to him.

It makes the finale so much more beautiful, because Ed actually got to fully decide that he doesn't want to do piracy anymore, and he got to see that Stede will choose to be right there with him.

!! (For the ask meme!)

okay i just want to start off by saying i'm so deeply sorry this took me so long to reply too (we're in the process of a move so i've been sooo busy. also have adhd brain worms)

from this ask prompt!

i was originally going to do this for signe, because she's one of my oldest ocs but i've had taro on the mind lightly and it's all consuming so i just know for a fact that i need to talk about them here

this is taro! any prns are fine (they/she/he/fae/faer)

they are my main pathfinder: wrath of the righteous knight commander, and a druidic feyspeaker half-elf from the mwangi expanse!

they follow the green faith while simultaneously worshipping desna / shimye-magalla, and they have an animal companion, a large elk named moyobi! their best friend and noble steed...

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more under the cut to keep this from clogging up folks' dashes :)c

cw for disease/plague/sickness/cancer!

so taro doesn't quite have a full name. taro amalathea is what i have so far, but i've been trying to decide on their last name for months now. i figure it will come to me when it's ready lol, so far nothing's sounded right

that aside, taro is a very colorful and vibrant person. they aren't ashamed of who they are! they are wholly devoted to nature and the restoration of golarion, the planet they live on.

they were born in western mwangi to a bonuwat human mother and an ekujae elven mother (two moms :))

their elven mother was born with an incredibly adventurous spirit, prompting her to leave behind her life among other ekujae-- when she travelled west, she found the bonuwat peoples and fell for taro's other mom-- together, they had a child and began to wander with a desnan caravan around the expanse. this was how taro grew-- on the road with a whacky, ragtag family of people from all over the expanse travelling together with a shared love for desna. for music, art, magic, nature, and beauty, but most of all, dreams.

taro's childhood was incredibly enriching and fulfilling, and she learned much about the world both from her mothers and from the others who partook in communally parenting her. however, an ekujae curse finally caught up with taro's elven mother. a leukodaemon, monster and harbinger of plague and disease, had been following the caravan for years. it wasn't revealed to taro until later that that was the true reason her elven mother left her home. she was cursed to always run, or this monster would catch up with her and end her happy life.

when the leukodaemon came, no one but taro survived. the violent event would stick with taro for the rest of his life. he ran, ran north, taking note that this daemon was following him to resolve unfinished business. taro was only 11 at the time. he remembered a relative; an estranged auntie (sister of his elven mother) who lived in southern avistan around taldor.

and so, he travelled by boat, then by caravan, then by wagon, in a rush to outrun the monster trailing him. he'd finally reached his destination in taldor, reuniting with his kin, only to find that a noblewoman had taken claim of his poor auntie and made her into an indentured servant. taro and their auntie butted heads quite a bit, but an ekujae is always loyal to family. she requested that taro be allowed room and board in exchange for working for this noblewoman, but in turn, the favor would extend their auntie's fees owed to this noblewoman.

a former crusader, ruthless, rich, and permanently injured by the demons, this noblewoman saw potential in taro and decided to recruit them as her assistant. she took them everywhere with her, and overtime they learned battle strategy secondhand by taking notes for their employer. she was not a kind woman, however, and did little to make taro feel like less of an outcast in a village where people knew so little of the mwangi expanse and their culture.

taro found solace in the gardens of the noblewoman's estate, often singing quietly and playing pretend with herself. these gardens were vast and untamed, and taro would get lost in them for hours. one day, she had the misfortune of stepping into a faery circle-- and it was then that the fey stole her name. no one in the village remembered her; not even her auntie. taro stole back into the gardens and adventured into the feywilds to relieve herself of this curse. she was just an adolescent!!! it would seem that her trek would turn into a myriad of riddles and puzzles; but her sharp mind carried her through and eventually taro even managed to charm her way into the favor of a small faery court. from this point, she developed a connection with the fey, and they even granted her her own animal companion; a trained battle-elk who she named moyobi.

when she'd returned to the mortal realm, she'd found that everyone within the village had fallen ill. each illness was different from the other-- some with the pox, some with colds, etc.

after having escaped the leukodaemon for so many years, she knew now that it had caught up and was toying with her life, with the people she cared about. many succumbed to illness and passed, including her very own aunt. so grief stricken, taro turned back to the gardens and hid there to wallow, and to die. it wasn't until desna reached out in taro's sleep with the song of elysium chiming in her ears that taro was pulled from the brink of death.

when she awoke, there was a bushel of berries-- and it was a faerie and servant of desna that told taro one berry could cure any disease. the catch was this-- there was only one berry for each surviving villager. and so, taro returned. they told the village of what they'd found-- and their employer demanded she be given rights to the bush as it was grown on her property. taro remained steadfast and stubborn. they would not let anyone touch the bush until every single villager had been cured, and eventually the whole village revolted against this noblewoman. soon, all the berries were gone and the village had recovered, but it wasn't long before taro found she was sick herself-- breast cancer. we're calling it elfwort. the village felt so indebted to her that they took great care of her. she had a mastectomy, underwent both magical and medicinal treatment, and recovered with desna's blessing.

unfortunately, the leukodaemon was still lurking behind, waiting to wreak more havoc, and taro had to say goodbye to her village. she'd heard rumors of a witch near sarkoris who had a proficiency in both handing out and removing serious curses, and so she travelled north. that was how she found herself there, in kenabres, and became the knight commander of the 5th crusade.

DEEP BREATH. ANYWAYS, SO MUCH BACKSTORY. AND IT'S STILL NOT EVEN FULLY FLESHED OUT. can you tell he's my brain guy. i love him so much. he follows the azata path, the guardians of a realm called elysium; i think truly, deep down, taro craves the freedom to stay in elysium. no other place they've encountered has felt like home as earnestly as elysium has. i'm still playing through wrath of the righteous, so we'll see where their story goes.

but as of right now, they're romancing both arueshalae, a desna-worshipping succubus looking to ascend from her demonic status, and daeran, a posh nobleman with a vety pretty smile.

ferne and i also have an au where their commander, luthais, chose the aeon path (with space and time travel) and created a universe in which, instead of him, he chose taro to take his place as the commander as they are nearly the exact opposite of him. he's... more lawful neutral/evil and taro is very chaotic good. she hates law and order, values goodness and sees the light in others. she loves unconditionally, and can be a bit reckless due to this. her love extends to the entirety of the army, and as someone who has never liked the military, she now views her own crusade as a large family.

regrettably, i don't have much art of taro but here is the full body ref i drew + game screenshots

3 & 4 for the meta asks, my love? 🥰

Hello, my love!!! 😘 (sharing these in opposite order for Reasons)

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

I'll be honest, I don't write a lot that I'm just like, "yes, that's it".

Because recency bias, I'll say I really enjoyed getting to this point in the first rwrb fic I posted because I really enjoyed making Alex casually be like, "fuck it, we're doing this".

"Cool, cool." Alex nods, and pauses, considering. "So. Did I tell you that I'm in love with you?"

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Sooo I kind of have one? It's actually the scene that made me decide I was going to write an SC Romeo and Juliet au that I never actually finished. Snippet under the cut

It's late when Patrick pulls up to the Rose family mansion. David isn't waiting out front, which is concerning. Patrick would rather not have to knock on the door and alert the whole house to their plans. Patrick coming here is risky enough as it is. Patrick is getting ready to call David when the door opens and a lanky figure saunters out. Patrick doesn't need to see his face to know that it's Sebastien Raine. What the fuck is he doing here? Patrick's thoughts are buzzing when he throws open the car door and stalks over Sebastien to ask him exactly that: "Sebastien. What the fuck do you think you are doing here?" "Peter, how noble of you to defend David's honor after he has made it so very clear that you're no longer wanted." His smile is cold, and it doesn't reach his eyes. Patrick has always thought Sebastien has dead eyes, and he has to suppress a shiver when his own meet them. Patrick rolls his eyes, and chooses to ignore Sebastien calling him Peter. "Whatever play you think you've got going on, don't bother. I don't have time for this." Patrick starts to push past Sebastien to go check on David because clearly something is wrong if Sebastien Fucking Raine is here. Sebastien catches his arm, and he can feel his long fingernails digging into his skin even through his shirt. "Let. Go. Of. Me." Patrick has never thought of himself as a violent person, but he's considering making an exception. "Don't you understand? He doesn't want you. He never wanted you. He and I are meant to be." He strokes his hand down the side of Patrick's face and Patrick might vomit. "I had to convince him to let me come down here and end things with you. David didn't want to bother at all." Sebastien smirks. "In fact, it took some thorough convincing on my part to even get David to let me leave his bed." He knows it's not true, it can't be true, but the thought of Sebastien touching David fills him with a white hot rage and the next thing he hears is the snap as his fist connects with Sebastien's nose. "How fucking dare you act like you ever cared about him. Act like you have the right to touch him, like you could ever know him like I do. Like he let me know him. Get out of my way." He shoves past Sebastien and walks to the front door. "Ohh, Peter," Sebastien attempts a sing-songy voice, but it's muffled by the blood still pouring out his nose. "I think you'll want to read this first." He pulls out a crumpled paper from his pocket and holds it out. Patrick snatches the paper and reads, a sick feeling settling in his gut. I only have one thing to say to you: fuck you. I never loved you, I realize now that I only pretended to. I could never love someone like you. I wish you had never walked into my life. David Patrick's head is spinning, his breaths coming out in shirt pants. "No. No, this can't be real. What did you do to him?" he shouts at Sebastien. "He's done with you," Sebastien spits. "Check your phone if you don't believe me." With shaking hands, Patrick pulls his phone from his front pocket and reads two words that wreck his whole world. Goodbye, Patrick.

YANDERE! CAMILO MADRIGAL (SPECIAL)

Yandere! Camilo Madrigal x Gender neutral! Reader

They/them pronouns for Reader

He/him pronouns for Camilo

Summary: The madrigals and you go on a field trip or an adventure and you have some fun honestly just some fluff

FIELD TRIP! OR AN ADVENTURE?

Hello it's me Brunomadrigalislove or Veszteseg and "Oh my gosh there is a part 3 of the camilo series?? But I thought part 3 isn't needed??" you're right but this isn't a part 3 more like a special or an aftermath. @homareswife requested this so why not lol.

Note: this will be short and there won't be a lot of yandere moments since this will be mostly fluff and all of this will be in 3rd pov. Also meet Ashp he is Y/N's friend Mini story He is a yandere and Y/N helped him get his lover by doing awful things. He won't be a love interest.

Warning: do not read this if you don't like yandere content. What does yandere mean you ask? Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means “to be sick,” and the second is deredere, used here for “lovestruck.” A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest. In short some one who is obsessed to someone they love

You and Camilo were in the dinner table playing Uno and the other family members were also there doing chores aside from Mirabel and Dolores, You wanted to find them but Camilo stopped you. Personally Camilo wanted to cuddle but you guys were cuddling for 15 minutes. "Uno!" you exclaimed. "Ugh! You always win, this is unfair." Camilo complained while he threw his cards.

"Camilo, Uno is a luck based game. This is proof I have better luck than you" You told Camilo and crossed your arms and gave a smug look. Camilo rolled his eyes jokingly.

Mirabel and Dolores suddenly ran they're way to the dinner table or the kitchen. "GUYS! g-guys!" Mirabel said panting and dolores was panting too. "hmm, what is it Mirabel?" you said in a soft tone. You had a soft spot for Mirabel since you guys were friends since her ceremony.

"Okay. Sooo do you guys remember since we had our last vacation?" Mirabel asked the family. "11 months ago, Why do you ask la nieta?" Abuela asked Mirabel (Please correct me if I'm wrong)

"Well. Me and Dolores found a place where we could have a vacation!" Mirabel said happily. "After all we need a rest we've been busy helping the town" Mirabel went to Abuela and massaged her shoulder

"but the people need our help Mirabel" Abuela told Mirabel. "I don't mean to be rude but I have someone who Can deal with that" You suggested. "You do!" everyone exclaimed (except you) "You do! And you never told me?!" Camilo asked and a raised his voice a bit

"Well you never asked" You said calmly. Camilo looked at you suspiciously. "Thank you Y/N but are you sure they'll be okay with it?" Abuela asked you. "Don't worry Abuela they won't mind at all" You said while smiled 'After all they owe me' you thought.

"thank you Y/N, Well everyone get ready!" Abuela clapped as a sign to tell to pack up. As you were about to stand up and Camilo grabbed your arm to make you sit back down.

"Who is this person huh? What so special about him that you didn't tell me about him" Camilo told you with anger in his eyes.

"Well he's just my partner in crime" You told him. "I thought I was you're partner in crime?" Camilo said getting irritated. 'Gosh no way we've done more worse things' you thought "Aww Cam you're much better than him" You said in a loving tone and booped him and stood up and went somewhere private leaving Camilo there.

Before you called him you went to bruno's room and knocked "Tio bruno!" you yelled as an attempt to get bruno's attention, then the door opened in a few seconds "Oh hello Y/N, is there anything you need?" said bruno. "Well the family and me are going to an trip or vacation, Wanna come?" You asked bruno "Oh! Uh okay!" bruno said trying to hide his excitement "Okay then see you later tio bruno, I'll call you when were ready" You told bruno and waved and went somewhere private.

You called him and said "Hey Ashp I need you're help" You told the guy acting like a you're in a suspense scene.

A FEW MINUTES LATER

"Thank you Ashp" You told him while smiling. "It's alright Y/N I owe you after all" Ashp said smiling at you with a small mischief in his eyes.

Camilo looked mad at the interaction between the 2 guys. "CAMILO! Y/N!" Abuela called the 2 of you "Well that's our cue. Make sure to take good care of the people 'kay ashp?" You told him in a threatening tone

" 'kay" said ashp and then you and Camilo went to the car (you, Camilo, Mirabel and dolores sat at the back pretend there is a extra seat)

WHERE YOU GUYS SIT ( you can skip this part)

You, Camilo, Mirabel, dolores at the back part

Luisa, Isabela, Antonio, bruno in front of you guys

Agustin, Félix, Pepa in front of bruno

Abuela and Julieta in front of pepa

CONTINUE READING BELOW

IN THE CAR

You got out you're earphones and listened to music "Hey, What are you listening to" Camilo asked, he wanted to get you're attention so this was his attempt "Could have been me" you said and give him the other part of you're earphones Camilo took it and placed it in his ear and he placed his head on you're shoulder. You placed you're arm in his waist and kissed his forehead.

A FEW MINUTES

"Tio bruno, do you wants some snacks?" You asked bruno and handed him a snack. "Thanks Y/N!" bruno smiled and you smiled back at him. "Camilo.." you said "hmm?" "you're tio is really hot...." "WHAT"

A FEW HOURS LATER

You guys finally arrived at Tayrona National Natural Park (number 5) you guys to the in the middle of the ocean (there is a room like place in the middle so just search Tayrona National Natural Park in google and you can see it) "Woah!" said You, Camilo and Mirabel. "Guys let's go explore!" you said pulling Mirabel and Camilo with you. "Be careful!" said the adults

After exploring you guys decided to swim, so you guys changed outfits luckily there was 3 bathrooms for you guys to change into but after you changed Camilo knocked at you're door and you opened it "Need something?" Camilo nodded "I need help changing, it's complicating to change into this" Camilo said.

You sighed, and pulled Camilo to the room and helped him change. After that you guys swam so did the adults you guys had fun the day was full of laughter and joy you were happy Mirabel and Dolores recommended this.

after that all of you got tired and changed so you guys can get rest, and you guys found a place to sleep WOHOO! You and Camilo were still up because 1. it was hard for you to sleep fast

2. Camilo wanted to sleep the same time as you

You and Camilo talked about today and how happy you guys were "And then... Oh you're asleep" Camilo said and faced towards you. Then he smiled "Ah, I'm glad that were together and that I didn't need to force you to be with me"...

IN THE MORNING

You guys were packing up to go home and went to the car and sat at the same seat you guys seated at. You and Camilo were listening to music and all of a sudden slept because of how tired you both were.

BACK AT HOME

"Home sweet home!" you exclaimed and jumped at Camilo's bed Camilo also jumped at his bed and you guys cuddled

THE END

Hopeless love

King was meditating again.

Anxiety was no doubt checking in on his friends right about now. He wondered if Deceit would tell him about their little… Encounter. In the commons or in the training room. It didn’t matter really. King had more important matters to think about. Anxiety… Cared about his halves. King, so far, had focused on memories that filled him with anger and pain, things that needed retribution. He’d been hesitant to find happier memories. Memories that reminded of the time when he was weak, vulnerable, naïve… But now… Now he was curious. Besides, if he wanted Anxiety to come to his side, he needed to know as much about him as possible. Knowledge, was power after all… Logic should be proud. So he explored within himself, dug through over two decades worth of twin memories. To find Anxiety in a vulnerable moment.

The door to the commons closed and Remus perked up. Scaredy cat was back! “Sooo… How did it go?” he grinned. Roman had given Thomas an idea the cautious side had not liked so he’d gone up to yell at him for a bit. “We’re still going… But we’ll be prepared… I think,” his friend sighed as he walked over and dropped, face first on the floor. “Aw, did you finally kiss and make up?” Remus grinned. Virgil groaned. “As if he’d touch me with a ten foot pole,” he huffed as he turned on his back. “But that’s fine. As long as he is safe. I can deal with it.” Remus quirked his brow. “Say it a few more times and you might actually believe that,” he scoffed. Virgil glared at him. “You are one to talk.” He looked around. “Did J get fed up with you for the day already?” he wondered. Remus pretended that didn’t sting, but from the way his buddy cringed he could tell he wasn’t doing a stellar job. “Sorry man… I… I shouldn’t have done that… It’s a dumb defense mechanism you know that right?” he said in a softer tone. Remus shrugged. “Are we going to watch horror movies or what?” he asked dismissively. Virgil sighed and got settled in with him. “It’s kind of weird isn’t it?” he asked as Remus tried to pick the grossest movie he could think off. Thomas might have some weird nightmares, but that was fine. “Careful Virgie. I can think of many weird things that’ll put these movies to shame,” he grinned. Virgil chuckled. “Seriously though. Of all sides to be crushing on someone they can’t have… It’s us. It’s such a sappy thing to be. And it happened to the two who are most averse to sappy things.” “Speak for yourself I…” “Not the kind of sappy I meant!” Virgil hurried. “You know. Roman’s brand of sappy. He’d love to have someone hopelessly pine for him. Ugh… Now I’m making myself nauseous.” Remus giggled as he imagined Virgil getting sick. But that laughter died out as he thought of his own hopeless crush. “Well, J is part of the club too,” he offered. Virgil struggled with his expression for a moment, but eventually relented and smiled a little at that. “You think?” he asked carefully. “Back when me and Romie still talked on occasion, he told me he just… Couldn’t stand him. Said he was all mine if I wanted him. He won’t refuse a complement no matter who gives it, but if Snakey comes too close, Prince Charming gets ready to slay in the non-gay way.” Virgil let out a sigh. “Well… That’s… I mean that sucks for him. Roman has at least never pulled his sword on me,” he mused. “Yup! I think he secretly likes fighting with you. Maybe it’s his kink?” Remus suggested, getting a pillow to the face. “Don’t be gross!” Virgil laughed. “Aaaw! But that’s my whole thing!” Remus whined. The movie was forgotten as the two broke out into a pillow fight that bled into the imagination and got a lot more violent without being less friendly. King came back to the present. Focused on Remus’ heartache for now, something he was far more comfortable with. He’d known that his… Lingering feelings for Deceit had been confined to the lesser loved twin. And instead of being happy that there was still any positive attachment left to speak of and treasure it, Denial had dismissed it and longed for what was not his. The snake had wanted all. Both twins, and the young side who should have been King’s loyal protector. And in his greed, he now had nothing left. How had that started again exactly…? Remus was pretending to play with some goo of uncertain origin while Janus was pacing the room. Virgil had been spending more and more time upstairs lately. And Remus was happy for him. Last week he’d been kind of dissing J’s job though. And now he was having a kinda friendly argument with Roman about Disney. An argument that was drawing to a close. He could hear Virgil come down the stair humming “When you wish upon a star,” under his breath. He’d had a moment to connect with Roman, to show that they weren’t that different after all. A glimpse in what it might be like if Roman and him were on friendlier terms. “What do you think you’re doing?” Janus hissed. Virgil froze and looked up, his good mood gone. “I was just messing with Princey for a bit. The usual,” he shrugged. “Was that what that was?! Because to us it looked like you were cozying up to Them. Again!” Virgil cringed, but his jaw set and he looked up at Janus defiantly. “And what if I was? I’m not one of you anymore anyway!” he stated firmly. This got both of their attention. “What is that supposed to mean?” Janus demanded. “I mean that this” he gestured to their part of the mindscape. “is supposed to be for sides that are not acknowledged by Thomas. I get plenty acknowledgement I’d say. I have been for years. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just move up?” he demanded. “Don’t be ridiculous. You think they actually want you up there? One half decent conversation with the prince and you think you are one of Them?” Virgil rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know they tolerate me at best. But at least with them I know where I stand! I don’t have to worry about every word said, every gesture made!” he pointed out. Janus did not like hearing that. Virgil didn’t care. “Whatever. If you look for me, I’ll be in my room. Don’t look for me.” And then he left. Remus got up. “Hey… Snakeyface?” Janus cringed at the sound of his voice. “V didn’t mean that right? He’s not going to leave us… Right?” he asked. Janus looked at him and smiled. “Of course not. It was an empty threat. If it wasn’t I would be with him right now making sure that he didn’t. I’m not losing anyone I care about to those know it alls,” he said reassuringly before disappearing. Remus lingered. He knew why Janus was so mad. He never liked it when Virgil was around Roman, not even to argue. He saw what Remus knew. How close the younger side was to falling. Heck he might already be flat on the floor at this point. And Janus didn’t like it. Because Denial wanted Roman too? Because he feared Roman would break Virgil’s heart? A little bit of both? Remus wanted to believe that it was at least a little for the creepy crawler’s sake. But he feared that it was all because of unrequited feelings his slimy crush had for his brother. It was not fair. Remus needed to vent and he needed answers, so he popped up in Virgil’s room. “Leave me alone Remus. I’m not in the mood.” “Why do you like my brother more than me?” he asked. Virgil shot up with a frown. “Where does that nonsense come from?” he asked. “Everyone likes Roman more, obviously. But you and Snakey… You are like me. Why don’t you like me?” Virgil’s face fell. “Hey no, come on… I’m not good at… Heart to hearts, that’s not fair,” he insisted as he got up and lead Remus to his bed so the duke could sit and curl up to sulk. Virgil sat down beside him running a hand through his hair. “It’s not a matter of liking him more or anything. I like you differently. If that makes sense… Like… You’re the closest thing I have to a brother. We’ll fight. And I can’t stand the sight of you sometimes… But if J, or anyone ever hurts you. Like not in the way you think is fun. You best believe I’ll be the first in line to kick their butt.” Remus looked up and studied Virgil’s face. Finding no lie, and Anxiety was the worst liar among all of them except maybe for Patton. “And Roman… Well… You know better than anyone what’s going on there I think,” he said dismissively. “As for Jan… He’s… I don’t know Rem. He’s been like this for as long as I’ve known him. But I… Trust that he cares about you both. The way I’ve trusted that he cares about me… It’s one of the few things I knew when I formed. I gotta keep an eye on you two,” he playfully jabbed Remus in the side. “And Janus will help me.” Remus smiled. “You really think he cares?” he asked. “Yes… Now can we go back to you being gross and disturbing and me acting like I wish you didn’t exist? You know I hate getting all feelsy,” Virgil said dismissively. “Maybe you’d get some if you got feelsy,” Remus suggested, only half trying to get a rise out of Virgil. “There it is and now you can get out!” Virgil grinned as he started violently shoving the duke out of his room. “Aw come on Virgin! You know ya love me!” he cackled before getting a door slammed behind his butt. Once again King returned to the present. He knew what had followed. Anxiety’s self-esteem kept on being attacked by Deceit every time he spent time with the others and had any kind of positive experience. Every time Remus tried to cheer him up. Every time it got harder. And then… Anxiety was gone. And Deceit had been furious and bitter. He’d hated watching Roman try his best to make amends and getting closer to Anxiety in the process fearing that the feelings were not one sided anymore, if they’d ever been. Something deep within him stirred as he finally acknowledged this. A slumbering part of him wanting to awaken. A dream that could come true. The stirring faded soon however. He was stronger. He was the King. Still fully in control of parts that feared the outside too much to keep on trying. Poor Anxiety would be heartbroken once he realized that the prince and the duke were truly gone for good. His brother and the man he adored, both no longer part of the mindscape as themselves. But maybe, his care for the twins could translate to loyalty to the king. If king could make him understand that he was not to blame for the twins fusing. He was simply the result. It would be a long, delicate process. Anxiety could not be given the impression that King held a soft spot for him. He’d have to maintain a strict hold on the rules of their interactions. And he could never hesitate to discipline. He could not risk it. Never again. Curiosity got to him and so he ventured into the mind scape, unnoticed and unbothered. Soon he found where his minister was currently sitting, once again holding little Patton. “I keep thinking… What if I’d told him? Would he have stayed? Or would he have ran even faster? What if I had checked up on Remus? What if… Ow!” The toddler pulled Anxiety’s hair. “Right. No use is it…? Still… Do you think… Like I didn’t need him to love me back. But if he knew… If he knew that I’d do anything to protect him… Would he still have…?” “Why don’t you ask me?” King said with a chuckle. “Roman!?” Anxiety exclaimed as he jumped up and turned around, forgetting for a moment that it could not have been Roman talking for a second. “Oh…” his elated expression deflated. Hope dying from his eyes as he stepped back and bowed sadly. “Sorry your highness, I… Is there something you need?” he asked. He was a good student King had to hand it to him. Sure king could see the rebellious teen underneath the surface desperate to speak up. But Anxiety’s survival instincts were stronger and kept him from risking provocation again. Though… Perhaps if king threatened one of the others in his presence… He’d have to test that. He needed Anxiety to be loyal to him alone if he were ever to serve his purpose under his rule… Those were concerns for later though King took advantage of Anxiety’s averted gaze and grinned wickedly at a worried looking Morality before turning on the charm. He bowed down to be more at eye level with Anxiety as he spoke. “Nothing for me. But it seems as though you have questions on your mind I may be able to answer.” Morality squirmed in Anxiety’s grip, but he barely seemed to notice, simply adjusting his hold as he bit his lip and took in King’s expression. “You… You would?” he asked, a little frightened, but also hopeful. “I cannot promise you will like the answers, but yes,” he informed him. “You will tell him nothing!” someone hissed behind King. The regal side turned around with a smirk, a gleam of victory in his eyes. All Anxiety had seen was unhappy surprise before he turned around. Let Deceit remind Anxiety that he was not his friend. “And why ever not? If the boy wants answers to the questions that torment his heart? He confided quite a bit in Remus, the chance that this is something I do not know about already is nearly nonexistent. So why should he not know the truth?” he wondered innocently. Denial, flanked by a stern looking Logic set his jaw. “Because you will use it to hurt him. Somehow you will. That’s all you do to those who love you. You’re a selfish man King. We both know that.” King let out a laugh. “Don’t pretend you ever loved me. You loved the status being with me gave you maybe. And for that reason you desired the prince over the duke. Don’t begrudge him because he actually had claim to the prince’s affections,” he told him before he strode past him, cape flaring. Swiftly leaving the group behind. “W- Wait!” “Virgil no!” King glanced back. Anxiety had passed of Morality into Deceit’s arms and hurried after him. “You mean… Roman didn’t hate me?” he asked, his voice trembling. Scared of the truth and needing it so deeply that he risked going near possible danger. King almost felt sympathy. He remembered needing to hear those words. Not just as Roman or Remus. But back when he was weaker. When he wanted Deceit and Morality to love him. Anxiety had not yet learned that only Thomas’ love mattered. Morality had deceived him well with his famILY hoax. For that moment of kinship, King second guessed using Anxiety’s affections to sow more discord. But then again… It was really for the boy’s own good. He bowed again and gently stroked Anxiety’s hair. A gesture that was still not received with much enthusiasm, but it was tolerated. “A lack of hate was not the extent of his feelings. He thought quite highly of you. He never told you because he thought he had… Damaged his chances to have you return those affections beyond repair.” Not enough. Never enough. “Wha…Why would he think that?” Anxiety asked baffled. The thought clearly inconceivable to him. King let his eyes dart to the group behind Anxiety and back. “Why does anyone believe the ugly lies we tell ourselves?” he replied cryptically before turning and walking away again. “Wait!” King looked back curiously. “Yes?” he asked. “I know you say he is gone… But if any part of him is still in there… Tell him he is enough… He always has been and always will be… And… Tell Remus that I still mean it. He’s like a brother to me. And… And I’ll make things right. I’ll make Janus understand what he gave up by being an idiot. I should have done so sooner. I just… Didn’t think he wanted me to out him like that… I should have known that he’d never ask. I don’t care if they never come back… I’ll still do it.” And after a brisk bow he stormed off back to the others. King would love to see the aftermath of his little intervention. But he had other things to consider. Who knows? Maybe soon his minister would come to vent his troubled mind to him. Especially if Deceit would for once speak the truth and admit to wrongdoings. Roman was looking into the mirror and hyping himself up. What was wrong with him? He could do this. He was the prince. He could charm anyone if he so chose. It should not be too hard to convince Anx… Virgil to join him for a few Disney movies. Especially if he attached a friendly game to it. A little debate with some nice Disney posters as the prize. To recapture their back and forth in a less strenuous setting. He smiled a little as he mused over the name, finishing the little flowerpot of Lavender he planned to give to him as a peace offering. It made him feel… Closer somehow. The dark, anxious side had always seemed so frustratingly out of reach. Ever since he formed, before they had started their… Thing. And now they could start a new thing… A better thing… “What are you doing?” Roman jumped in surprise and turned around. “Virgil… Hi… What a pleasant surprise,” he replied nervously. Virgil smirked, leaning against Roman’s door. “Never thought I’d hear you say that… In a non sarcastic way I mean,” he chuckled casually. “Oh… Well… It is. A surprise. What brings you here?” Roman wondered. Virgil shrugged. “Wanted to return the favor and barge into you guys’ rooms,” he said as he looked around. “And… I wanted to talk to you… About before…” Roman immediately got nervous. He probably should apologize for that. But Virgil was first. “I’m kinda glad I don’t have to pretend anymore,” he said… In a surprisingly soft voice, as he pushed off against the door and hooked his thumbs through his belthoops. Roman blinked. “Pretend what exactly?” he asked. Virgil walked closer, eyes not leaving Roman’s, making the prince nervous. Suddenly he felt a hand wrap around his. He was brought back to their Valentine’s debate. Wasn’t this how Virgil said he would start talking to someone he liked? “That I hated this… Or you catching me when Thomas shot me out of the sky…” he confessed. Oh… Oh. Wow… This… Roman had barely started to admit these things to himself and now Virgil… It was almost too good to be true. “Virgil I…” wait… It was too good to be true. Roman violently pulled his hand back. “You aren’t Virgil are you?” he growled. The eyes boring into his widened before they narrowed, a cruel smirk spreading as now it was not Virgil but Deceit in front of him. Roman would’ve taken a step back, but he was already standing right at his vanity. Instead he glared at Deceit, hoping he’d back off instead. He did not, but Roman refused to show that this bothered him. “What do you want Snake? And make it quick.” He was itching to draw his blade. But he didn’t want to risk Virgil maybe being upset if he attacked one of his… former housemates. Even if he was clearly being provoked. “Such a charmer. I am quite impressed you noticed it was me,” he drawled. “And surprised that you did not reject me when you still thought I was him. Though I suppose that gave it away. Not even you could be stupid enough to think that he could ever care for you like that. Once maybe. But not after all you put him through.” That hit Roman hard. He… He hadn’t ruined things that much… Right? They’d both said and done things they regretted. They could become friends. Work their way up from there. If didn’t rush it. Gave it time… Roman collected himself. This was Deceit. He was just trying to mess with his head. “Go spout your lies to someone interested in hearing them,” he spat. Deceit quirked a brow. “I’m curious though… Why him? He’s never said a single good word about you,” he asked smoothly. Roman scoffed. He didn’t expect Deceit to understand. “You can talk so sweetly serpentine solicitor. But if Virgil ever said something alluding to such affections towards me… I know he’d be sincere no matter what words he chooses.” Deceit chuckled. “You really think that? If he thinks you want him to say and feel those things he’d probably be too… Anxious to refuse you. So don’t worry too much about ‘winning’ him over. He’ll be a good boy and try to make you happy. Especially if you act quick. He wouldn’t want to risk losing all this newly acquired acceptance.” Roman’s blood ran cold. This time he did draw his sword, and Deceit was smart and quick enough to jump back. “How dare you? Such trickery would maybe be enough for you, you foul creature! But I shall never… Leave! Leave before I lose my patience!” he growled. Deceit made a bow and disappeared. Roman took a deep breath and sheeted his sword. He turned back to the mirror. That was a lie right? He hadn’t ruined things that much. And Virgil wouldn’t… He wasn’t even going to get that serious right away. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do… There was a knock on his door. He cursed under his breath. He couldn’t turn down Patton if he was doing a wellness check and sending Logan away under any circumstances, when he felt he needed to be somewhere, was nearly impossible. He took a deep breath and put up a charming smile. He could do this for a bit and figure out a way to make his visitor leave. He walked over to the door and swung it open with a grand gesture. “Why hello… Virgil?” Roman dropped his arm as he saw the darker clad side in front of him, yet again. Was Deceit trying to pull the same trick twice? “Don’t sound so happy to see me princey,” Virgil teased with a smirk. That sure sounded like him. “Just surprised you would knock… On my door of all places,” he admitted. “Yeah…” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Listen. I was thinking… You don’t have to do anything special. Like… Pat did this whole card thing and… famILY… It’s nice but… Don’t feel like you have to. I don’t think Pat is going to believe me for a while. But… I’m not ducking out again. It was a stupid, impulsive decision. And it won’t happen again. So… yeah.” Virgil looked up at him with a careless shrug. Roman felt a sting to his heart. He’d done this. If not for his irrational fear of his own feelings for someone out of his reach, Virgil wouldn’t be thinking like that. Well, if he made this mess he would clean it up too. He grabbed Virgil by the arm and dragged him inside. “Have a seat,” he instructed as he let go of the stunned sides arm when they arrived at the couch. He walked over to his desk and picked up the flowers. He put them on the table in front of the couch. “I don’t make the perfect bouquet because I have to Virgil. Creativity cannot be forced or rushed, no matter how hard I may try…” He took a deep breath. “So if I spent time on making something for you. Or spend time with you, it is because I feel like it. I am creativity. I shall not be forced. Patton cannot fake caring about others. And Logan would not bother even if Patton begged him. So don’t flatter yourself Virgil. When we are kind to you it is because we would like to be friends with you. Not because you have made us feel like we have to,” he stated firmly. “Now we are going to have a movie night, so scoot over. I have first pick.” It wasn’t how Roman had hoped to start the evening, but this was how it happened. And to his relief Virgil had a small smile on his face as he settled in. He’d settle for this… For now, and if needed forever.

KAU

@kingcreativityau the angsty shipy thing I talked about

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~Autumn Colds, Day Five~

AN: this is my very first Sam Wilson fic and I had sooo much fun writing for him! I must write for him more often!!

Summery: Y/N’s got that dreaded autumn cold that comes every year, their wonderful boyfriend, Sam Wilson, takes care of them.

🍂day four🍂:

https://fangirllife98.tumblr.com/post/666269968292315136/pumpkin-picking-and-stargazing-day-four

WARNING: slight The Falcon and The Winter Soldier spoilers, but if you’re on tumblr, chances are you already know. Just thought I’d put it as a bigger warning just in case.

Paring: Sam Wilson x GN!Reader (Sam calls reader, sweetie, sugar, sweet cheeks & doll (he tried something 😂) a few times but no set pronouns for reader are there!)

Warning: mentions of reader (and Sam) being ill, mentions of food, slight FATWS spoilers but a ton of fluffy fluff.

(gif not mine):

You were huddled under a ton of blankets, and a shivering wreck. You were just about to get some shut eye when you heard the front door slam shut and heavy foot steps of your boyfriend, Sam Wilson, come walking through.

“Y/N? Sweet cheeks? Where are you?” Sam called, unbelievably loudly.

“I’m …in here Sam!” You choked out.

Sam couldn’t quite hear you, but you heard the sound of the Vibranium metal of the shield gently hit the ground.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. Sam was unnaturally heavy footed and he didn’t mean it.

“Y/N?” Sam called again.

He began his search for you. He soon found you in amongst the blankets.

“Y/N? Sweetie? What’s …oh god. You look disgusting,” Sam said, his face scrunched up.

“…thanks Sam. So nice to have a supportive boyfriend,” you pouted.

“Sorry, sugar,” Sam said gently, going over to you.

He gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Jeeze, doll. You’re burning up!” Sam said.

“…did you just call me doll?” You smirked up at him.

“I’m trying something,” Sam said, shrugging.

“You sound like Bucky and Steve,” you said.

“I’d rather not sound like Bucky,” Sam said, screwing up his face in a jokey way, you giggled, then had a violent coughing fit.

Sam stepped back during your coughing fit.

“I want my Captain,” you whined, looking at Sam with eyes you know he’d melt under.

“Alright, sweetie. I’ll make you some soup then we cuddle, yeah?” Sam said gently.

You nodded and got more under the blankets. Sam went to make your favourite soup while you got your comfort movie on standby.

Sam soon came back with two bowls, one for him and one for you.

He handed you your bowl first, then got comfy next to you. You cuddled up close to him as he snaked an arm around you.

“I can’t have my favourite human all sick. I’ll make you feel better, that’s a promise,” Sam said gently, kissing your temple.

You smiled softly. After the soup was eaten, Sam gently took the empty bowls away and soon came back with a nice cup of soothing tea for your throat. He then got comfy again next to you.

“My hero,” you muttered gently, taking a sip.

Sam smiled and kissed you again.

After a week of being looked after by Sam, you were just about ready to get back on the field.

“Sammy? You ready? Bucky’s waiting for us!” You called.

When you didn’t get a response, you searched for Sam. You soon found him in your fatal position a week ago.

“I’m sick,” Sam whined, looking at you as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Oh baby. You look disgusting,” you teased.

Sam half glared at you and you grinned. You did exactly the same for your hero that he did for you a week ago.

Okay, onto my liveblog for chapter two of The Hunger Games :

Katniss’ flashback to falling out of a tree and being unable to breathe is such a good analogy, I steal it all the time in my own fics.

I wish the boy who held her up so she didn’t fall was given a name? Katniss just can’t provide names very easily, can she? 😅

“The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn’t mattered” is actually an amazing quotable moment, someone make an edit pronto 👏

No one’s happy when a twelve year old is chosen but ya know. As soon as that kid turns thirteen, off with them! Fair game! 😭😂😅🙃

Hmmm how many of these kids knew immediately Katniss would volunteer for her sister? The way there was a boy ready to catch her before she fell and the way they all just cleared a path for her...

Katniss’ love for Prim had to be prominent because the other kids all seemed to be aware she would volunteer and Katniss claims this is a completely radical, unheard of thing to do. Sooo yeah. Her school peers probably noticed her a lot more than she realized.

Ooo. I just noticed the word choice in “district twelve hasn’t had a volunteer in decades”

Was there a point in time when Twelve had volunteers?

Awww the mayor being sad that Katniss is probably gonna die because he knows her as Madge’s friend 😭😩🤧.

Awww Katniss got presented a medal when her father died, I forgot 🥺🥺🥺

“Bet my buttons” is the worst phrase in history 🤨😐🤭

I like that Katniss’ dead father still has a reputation around these parts 🤧

Helps my fic writing brain to clock it for future reference

Maybe I’m just not nice but I don’t see how Prim is so wonderful that no one can help but love her. Like idk. I feel like this is just Katniss’ bias leaking through. Which is fine it’s better than some clinically detached narrator I hate those FYI

Omg everyone is saluting Katniss and she’s realizing people adore her 🥰🥰

Also ... does this mean Peeta did the three finger salute to her just before being called himself? Idk random thoughts, ignore me.

Katniss is in danger of crying. If this was me, I’d just be sobbing on the ground already.

Haymitch , the og rebel. Looking right into the cameras and calling the Capitol out.

Also ironic how the first thing Haymitch says to / about Katniss is “I like her!” when he spends the rest of the series pretending he, in fact, does not.

“Oh no, not him” is such a love interest introduction, y’all. Gale never stood a chance.

I like how Katniss considers it bad luck for her that Peeta was called 😅. Like... already taking ownership of the boy, sweetheart?

I feel like this is a good time to remind people that medium height is like 5’10. Stop headcanoning Peeta short. Poor Joshy though.

I like how she has never spoken to Peeta but describes the way his hair falls in waves over his forehead 😭🤧

Seems like Katniss thinks Peeta took being called relatively well.

“He has two older brothers, I know, I’ve seen them in the bakery” why is she already trying to defend herself to the audience like “I wasn’t really paying any attention to Peeta Mellark I just happened to notice he had brothers because I saw them once okay?”

Omg Katniss just outright asserting that Peeta’s middle brother definitively won’t volunteer for him. Girl, you just said you don’t know him or his family 😅😅😅.

“Why him?” Still has such a destined, soulmates feel to it. I know they weren’t destined and that’s what a lot of people admire about their relationship but the writing here has always had such a “this guy right here is her soulmate” slant to it, I’m sorry.

“He’s probably forgotten our only interaction. But I haven’t. And I know I never will.” Still continuing with the soulmate-y narration here, Suz Suz, I see.

Oh my god I don’t even remember this line but it’s so sad 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧😩😩😩😩😩

“The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. ‘Where are you?’ I would cry out in my mind. ‘Where have you gone?’”

I’m so sad now. 😭😭😭

I like that Katniss said “no amount of pleading from Prim” would affect her mother’s depression, as if Katniss easily believes that her own pleas don’t matter but her sister’s are what’s impossible to ignore.

She really needs to stop putting Primmy on this pedestal though it’s not as cute the second or third read around.

“I suppose now that my mother was locked in some dark world of sadness, but at the time, all I knew was that I had lost not only a father, but a mother as well.” I feel like this is just criminally undiscussed. Katniss didn’t know or understand or grasp what depression even was. Like it’s hard enough for kids to forgive parents who abandon them to mental illness when they’re aware what mental illness is. Let alone if you’re just stuck for months / years, not knowing that your mother was sick, instead thinking she just stopped caring for you.

Omg Katniss saying she couldn’t let Prim go to a community home 🤧. Selfless of her. But also sister worry about yourself.

I’m just kidding, I know it’s her character to only be concerned with her little sister above all else.

Mr. Everdeen hating how coal dust settled on everything in the Seam is such a small but interesting detail.

Omg so the meadow is a common place to find corpses of those who starved to death? We maybe should stop romanticizing it.

I like that Mr. Everdeen took Katniss places with him but was like “Hmm, imma leave Prim home, she isn’t cut out for the hunting life”

Idk Katniss being too afraid and shy to go to the Hob without her dad is such a little kid thing though.

Katniss explaining that she was essentially in the merchants backyard

She was essentially dying in Peeta’s backyard 🤧

Wow, I forgot how blatantly violent Peeta’s mother was

Maybe it’s just Katniss’ perspective but every interaction is just her screaming

Aww, his mother called him a stupid creature, why don’t I remember this.

This is so sad omg.

Poor both of them.

One’s starving to death, the other’s utterly abused mentally, verbally and physically.

What’s a weal?

I always read that word as a welt.

Ok I googled it, it’s a big red swollen mark.

So same thing.

Omg now Katniss is saying Mrs. Mellark hit him with an object weapon. This just keeps getting more and more.... sad.

Honestly I haven’t read the books cover to cover since I was a teenager, some of this is a surprise to me.

I always wondered though how that bread was any good, it literally fell onto the wet ground. 😟🤢

Aww, Katniss saying Peeta would get a full beat down if discovered that he burned the breads to feed her 🥵🥵🥵

Okay but if his mother hit him with an object and his eye swoll up and blackened the next day, that could be another reason why he tossed the bread in her general direction and didn’t look at her. I know it was so he wouldn’t be caught by his mother but also he probably couldn’t even see clearly where she was.

The dandelion symbolism 🤧😅😭🥳

Her sarcasm 🤣🤣🤣

Katniss just keeps comparing Peeta to the loaves of bread 😅😅😅

Also she keeps calling him warm and solid and steady

I’m starting to think unconsciously she was already finding herself attracted to him even here.

Him squeezing her hand reassuringly and her chalking it up to a nervous spasm 🙃

I hope when they got married they got a nice screencap of this shot of them on TV facing the crowd, shaking hands.

Make a nice anniversary photo.

Okay, that’s all for my thoughts on chapter two! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Angst, 13, any ship you want!

Anyone can send me another prompt from the list.

You asked for “angst” and the “with a happy ending” was conspicuously missing, sooo… Buckle up, folks. This one does not have a happy ending. You've been warned.

Peter is up to his elbows in electrical wires when May slams open the workshop door. He startles so violently that he accidentally burns himself with the soldering iron. It lands on the concrete floor with a metallic clang.

“I knew it!” she hisses between clenched teeth, looking between him and Tony, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Peter shakes the pain from his hand, placing the other on Tony’s shoulder to stop him from getting out of his chair. “T-this, uh,” he stutters, struggling to come up with an excuse. Any excuse. “T-this isn’t what it looks like.”

May snorts. “This looks pretty fucking obvious to me.”

And it is. Really fucking obvious. There is no way they’re getting out of this. Peter can already feel the panic filling his veins with ice. He needs to calm down so he can think. Maybe he can just explain. Maybe she’ll understand.

“Y-yeah,” Peter admits, swallowing thickly, “B-but, May, listen—”

“No.” She gesticulates wildly to cut him off. “No way, Peter. You’ve gone too far.”

She’s so worked up that words temporarily fail her, but Peter doesn’t dare interrupt. Lets her process, face cycling through a series of expressions – dismay, disgust, disappointment – until it settles on weary resignation.

“This is crazy, you know that, right?” she asks, but the question is most definitely rhetorical, “You’re done. This is done. Today. Right now.”

No, Peter wants to scream, no! But he doesn’t say a word. His throat is too tight. He can only stand there, numb with disbelief. They were so careful, so discrete. It’s been months and no one’s suspected— Or, well, he thought no one suspected. Clearly he was wrong.

It’s going to cost him everything.

Tony stands, pulling Peter’s hand from his shoulder to lace their fingers together in moral support. His voice is firm and calm when he speaks. “I’m not sure what the issue here is.”

May points an accusatory finger at him, laughing bitterly. “Stay out of this. The humans are talking.”

Tony blinks, confused, then looks at Peter. “What is she talking about?”

Peter ignores the question. Can’t meet his eyes.

“Please,” he begs his aunt, “I’m not ready.”

“No one ever is,” she says, pursing her lips. All traces of sympathy are gone. “But that’s life. You’re just making this worse. You have to see that.”

The fingers wrapped around Peter’s are warm and solid. So tangible and sincere and everything he has ever wanted. He’s been so happy these last months. Losing this – letting Tony go – it’ll break him. It’s already broken him before.

“P-please,” Peter tries again, “Please don’t make me choose. I can’t give him up.”

“He’s not real, Peter!” May screams in exasperation, “This isn’t a choice!”

And that’s it. He’s lost. There’s no fighting her on this. Even if they run away right now, she’ll just tell Happy, or Pepper, or Rhodey, or maybe all of them. Maybe every Avenger. They’d find them, no matter where they go. It’s over.

Peter bursts into tears. Drops Tony’s hand to wrap his arms protectively around his stomach. He might be sick. He can’t breathe. All the grief, all the pain, that he’s so meticulously buried is coming right back. He can feel himself slowly cracking apart at the seams. It’s like he’s back on Titan, disintegrating into a billion tiny pieces, about to be blown away on the wind. Except there won’t be a Tony to put him back together again this time.

“I-I’m sorry,” he chokes out in between sobs, “I-I’m so sorry. I just m-missed him so m-much. I h-had to.”

May sighs, rubbing an exhausted hand down her face. “I know. That doesn’t make it right.”

Tony steps in between them, using his body as a protective barrier. “Enough,” he tells her, “You need to leave.”

From behind, he looks normal. Dressed only in work jeans and a pair of loafers, his back is broad and lightly muscled. But from the front… Despite Tony’s impeccably trimmed beard, his casually styled hair, his dark brown eyes — Peter knows what she’ll see.

“He doesn’t even know, does he?” May asks, unconsciously stepping back.

Tony crosses his arms over the gaping cavity in his chest. Doesn’t realize it’s full of wiring and tubing and gears instead of flesh and blood. “Know what?”

“Don’t!” Peter gasps as May opens her mouth to respond, “Don’t— I’ll do it. I promise. He doesn’t need to know. Just— let me say goodbye. Please.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Tony demands.

Peter closes his eyes. Opens them. Forces himself to step forward and pull Tony into a hug. Breathes in deep to smell him, his favorite blend of spice and whiskey and motor oil. Listens to the faint thump-thump of an arc reactor mimicking a heart.

Tony hugs him back reluctantly. “You’re scaring me, kid.”

Peter tries to smile. Tries to be strong. He cups Tony’s cheek in the palm of his hand, tenderly pressing their lips together. All he tastes is the salt from his own tears.

“I love you,” he whispers, and then, even quieter, “Activate Death Star protocol.”

Tony’s eyes flash blue, AI self-destructing, and then he’s gone.

Heyo I’d like to request a cake pls 🍰 Okay so I’m 5’4” (she/her), average body but kinda curvy lmao. I got brown eyes, light brown middle-length hair with bangs. Apparently I’m an INTP but also reaaally down to go out and party whenever possible. Also I’m the crackhead friend, funny, weird/dark humor, loyal, kinda arrogant whoopsie, realistic but I like to dream. I take care of my friends but I also love watching them do crazy shit. Also I’m the kinda friend that is always right about suspicious guys or fake friends. When you come to me for advice I’ll tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to. I’m absolutely stubborn, a perfectionist but sooo damn lazy so these things collide badly. I’m a sarcastic bitch and if you can’t handle some roasting or jokes I’m not the kinda girl for you. I’m a hard forgiver (really ugly trait of mine) and I’m the kinda person that when I forgive, I’ll never forget. I’m usually pretty shy in public or let’s say quiet because strangers don’t interest me. I love the friends that I got but I am open for new aquaintances. When you get to know me I’m absolutely crazy. I will show you my love mostly through actions not words. That’s also why I like to receive actions more than just some “i love you”. Text me, send me a meme that made you think of me, those kinda things. I looove going out and being drunk but most of the time I prefer to be alone or stay at home. Then I mostly watch anime, netflix, draw, play video games, read sth or idk just chill with friends. I mostly fall for the funny/tough guy and don’t need a sensitive boy. Sorry kinda long but well, hope that’s okay ✨

Ok so your my guinea pig for a new layout, hopefully this makes my hc a little more organized. Enjoy!

🍰 for @nozraelart

Romantic Matchup

Kuroo Tetsurou

How yall met

Ok so you're in a lot of his classes

And yeah he thought you were pretty

But what really drew him to you was the things that would come out of your mouth

Like one day he just walked by your desk and heard you say

“All I'm saying is what if your getting choked all you need to do is say harder daddy and they'll stop”

Mans almost spit out his drink

So one day he was shocked to see you in the gym talking to the coach

Obviously, he was curious so he went over to investigate

Turns out you were going to be the new manager of Nekomas Volleyball Club

You grew quite close to him during practice which then transitioned into becoming closer with him after practice too

He asked you out after like 3 months of you managing the team

What they love about you

He loves your humor

Like yeah the dark jokes catch him off guard sometimes

But he thinks they're still funny

He loves how sarcastic you are

He has never been able to find someone who can take his jokes with a grain of salt

And not only are you able to do that but you're able to throw a jab or two right back at him

He loves that you're what he calls a “realistic dreamer”

Now don't get him wrong he's all about people having dreams or the future

Its when those dreams are very unrealistic when he gets irked

Like if someone said their plan for the future was to win the lottery and just live a happy life

Kuroo would be like 😐

But you don't do that!

Whenever you tell him about your dreams they’re very achievable and he loves that you know what you can achieve and what you can't

What you love about them

You love that he can handle your humor

Some people have heard your jokes and just decided to stay away from you cause it was too dark

Or some people have ditched you because they got sick of your teasing

But not Kuroo!

Once again he loves your sense of humor and he wouldn't change it for the world

You love that Kuroo does things to show you he loves you

From what you said it sounds like your love language is acts of service and/or receiving gifts

So lucky you Kuroo if the perfect boyfriend for that

He does little things like help you with school, help you reach something on a high shelf, he even helps you with some of your managing duties!

He also buys you things

Snacks

Drinks

Stuffed animals

You name it he’ll buy it

Favorite things to do together

Oml he's always down for movie nights

He loves nothing more than cuddling with you on the couch and watching movies

He also loves to just sit with you and read

Ok but have you seen him with glasses 👀

And this last one is more of a group activity but he likes to play video games with you and Kenma

Random Hc

He bought you this necklace

He likes to send you memes

They don't even have to be romantic

He just likes sending memes

He helps you get ready for parties

And by that I mean he makes you put on a fashion show and he helps you decide what outfit to wear

He confessed to you with the classic love note

Friendship Matchup

Kenma Kozume

How yall met

Your Kuroko's gf so naturally you became Kenmas friend

But before he knew you as Kuroo's gf he knew you as the manager of his team

He didn't really care for you at first

Until you showed some interest in video game

Then he got to know you and realized how cool you were

Why you became friends

You saw him playing his switch at a training camp

So you decided to go see what he was playing

He was playing animal crossing and for some reason, he had what looked like Kuroo in a cage???

You: “Hey I have that game back home”

Kenma: oh … that's cool

You: Is that supposed to be Kuroo in the cage

Kenma: Maybe...

You: His hairs a little too neat here try this

He handed you his switch and when you gave it back Kuroo's avatar had the craziest hair the game could offer

Oh yeah that was the start of a glorious friendship

What yall love about each other

He loves that you encourage him but don't push him yk

Like if he's practicing a little harder you'll tell him that he's doing a good job

But you won't say things like oh you should practice like this all the time

He also likes how you tell Kuroo off for taking his games >:)))

You: Kuroo give him back his switch

Kuroo: But y/n he needs to eat

You: He is 16 I think he can take care of his basic needs

You love how low maintenance Kenma is

Like if you ever need a friend to just chill with Kenmas your guy

You also love that he's not the most social person either

So if you two ever go out together at least you'll always have each other to talk to

Random Hc

Now even though Kenma seems shy

When it's just you two mans is a CRACKHEAD

And even if you told someone how he really acts they would never believe you >:(((

Your favorite game to play together is Mario kart

But be aware that this game can get a little...violent

He lets you help him dye his hair

And if you ever want to dye yours too hell help

You guys pick fun of Kuroo CONSTANTLY

Kuroo rn 🥲

Comic' 15th Birthday

Well Comic and Fresh celebrate Comic' 15th birthday and Comic gets something special

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Fresh was busying himself finishing hanging up streamers in their shared livingroom, he glanced at the clock and checked to make sure everything was in place for when Comic woke up.

He had a table with punch for the two of them and some breakfast foods he "borrowed" from a buffet restaurant in another AU, and a very large, very colorfully wrapped, gift placed front and center. Fresh thought he heard movement in Comic's direction and scrambled to hide behind the table.

Comic entered the livingroom while rubbing their eyesockets, they looked around the room.

fresh jumped up from behind the table. "SURPRIZE BRAH!" A banner that said Radical Birthday on rolled from the ceiling and he threw a Furby at the ground that exploded violently into a shower of glitter confetti... It left a burn mark on the floor.

Comic flinched at the loud noise, after they calmed down a bit they smiled at Fresh, "so it's my birthday already, huh?" They looked around the room again.

"Yeah!" Fresh grinned at Comic.

The smaller skeleton is smiling, still slightly scared from the explosion but mostly okay.

Fresh's grin falters a bit. "Ahhh. Sorry, I didn't mean to spook ya, dude."

"no worries, really" Comic looked at him "sooo what's the plan for today?"

Fresh smiled wide again "Well I got us some bomb food... And this," Fresh smacks the top of the giant gift sitting on the table "This baby's for you." He looks at Comic. "Other than that we have the whole day free to celebrate however it would float your boat my radical brotato chip."

"well maybe let's begin from food . . . i'm kinda hungry" Comic rubbed their eyesockets again.

Fresh whipped a couple plates out of nowhere and gestured to a steaming hotel pan full of spaghetti complete with stolen buffet tongs and an industrial sized bottle of ketchup and maple syrup. "Sweet! I snagged some grub for us. Dig in my dude dude."

Comic chuckled once they saw the food, "you know that I could cook something?"

They took a plate and put some spaghetti on it and was about to cover it with ketchup, but suddenly stopped "wait, do we have chocolate syrup?"

Fresh grinned "Yoooooooo! Now we're talking!" He dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the sauce and dashed back handing it to Comic.

Comic poured the syrup onto their spaghetti.

Fresh grabbed his own plate of pasta and after Comic was done he took all three bottles and squeezed the disgusting trifecta over the top while giggling.

Comic sat down and began to eat their pasta.

Fresh joined Comic and snarffed his down happily. although, he looked a little green in the face.

"are you okay?" Comic is worried.

Fresh paused eating, "Yeah I'm fine dude. Why?"

"you don't look really good . . . you know like you're sick or something" Comic is looking at him.

Fresh blinked slowly, processing. "What? Nah dude I'm good!" He laughed a little too loudly to cover it up "You're trippin."

"are you sure?" Comic is just worried.

"Yeah dude, this is my enjoyment face." Fresh smiled at Comic.

Comic doesn't really believe him, "okay . . ."

Fresh takes another bite and flashes Comic a thumbs up. Comic soon finished eating.

Fresh finished too and he ported both their plates to the kitchen sink. "'aight!" Fresh was practically vibrating in excitement. "What next?"

"gift" Comic stood up and walked over to the box.

"Heck yeah!" Fresh bounced over to the table with Comic "I think you're gonna love it!"

"probably" Comic smiled at him, adjusted their glasses and opened the box.

Inside the box was another box. Fresh was smilingly mischievously. Comic opened the next box.

Inside the box was another box. Fresh snickered, watching Comic.

Comic looked over at Fresh and opened the next box.

Inside the box was another box. Fresh was full on giggling at Comic's expression now.

Comic chuckled and opened the next box.

Inside, curled up neatly, was a long bright green Furby.

Comic slowly grinned and looked at Fresh, they look really happy.

Fresh's own grin spread on his face. "Yeah?" He bounced in place a little.

Comic basically threw themselves at Fresh, wrapping their arms around the much taller skeleton "thank you thank you thank you!" They are really happy.

Fresh stumbled back with a little "oof" and hugged them back "Hahaha I knew you'd love it."

Comic let go of Fresh and picked up the long Furby looking at it.

Fresh grinned at Comic. "It's sick right? You know what you're gonna name em?"

Comic thought for a second "neon, i'm naming them neon" They're smiling.

"Niceeeeeeeee! It fits them." Fresh hugs Comic tight squishing the Furby between them. "Happy birthday brah."

"thank you" Comic' smile disapeared "today's the anniversary of our first meeting too . . ."

Fresh reflexively hugs them a little tighter at the memory. "Yeah it is..." Fresh looks down at Comic and looks at their face to see how they're feeling.

Comic looks a bit tired, probably due to the nightmares that they have around this time of the year. A small frown is present on their face.

Fresh holds Comic's face in his hands, squishing their cheeks a bit. "What can I do to turn my heckin fly birthday brah's frown upside down?"

"dunno really . . ." Comic is hugging Fresh.

Fresh looks at Comic thinking. "Video games?" He suggests "You're lookin a little tired for other birthday activities and junk."

Comic nodded "it sounds good"

"Sweet!" Fresh lets go of Comic and boots up their atari console. Comic is looking at him.

Fresh gets everything set up, sits down criss cross applesauce and holds out a controller for Comic. "Mario 'aight?"

Comic nodded and took the controller.

Fresh grinned at them encouragingly "Get ready to taste second place. Don't think I'm gonna take it easy on ya just because it's your b-day, scrub."

Comic chuckled "well i won't go easy too"

"That's what I like to hear." Fresh laughs.

Comic is trying to focus on winning.

Fresh keeps getting distracted watching Comic play, they're kinda adorable when they're focused on whooping his butt.

After a while Comic yawned and stretched a bit.

"Tired?" Fresh looks at Comic.

"a bit . . . didn't sleep much during the night . . ." Comic rubbed their eyesocket.

Fresh frowns sympathetically "Wanna take a nap then?"

Comic slightly nodded, they yawned again.

"Nap time it is then!" Fresh stands up and stretches discarding the controller on the floor. He offers a hand to help Comic up.

Comic takes his hand. Fresh pulls Comic up with a smile. As soon as they were standing he picked them up and carried them to their room.

Comic holds onto him and closes their eyes.

Fresh tucks Comic in, throwing blankets over them and giving them gentle pet on the head. "Happy birthday brah." He moves to leave.

Comic is watching him, "thank you . . . thank you for everything"

Fresh pauses at the door looking at Comic, a light blush on his face. "It's no problem dude... sleep well."

"um . . . fresh?"

"Yeah bro?"

"c-could you stay a bit with me? at least until i fall asleep . . .?"

Fresh's blushes. "Y-yeah! For sure." fresh clambers on top of the bed next to comic and snuggles up to them.

"thanks" Comic smiles slightly, moves a bit closer to Fresh and closes their eyes.

Fresh watches them drift off to sleep and soon closes his own eyes.

he woke up to rain

tried my attempt to write a Doc/Grian meeting in my pirate au sooo enjoy?

7.5k grian/doc pirate au

Its quiet- the sound of crashing waves along the sides of the ship could be only heard. Grian however, hears only his heart- beating out of his chest. He isn’t scared- not at all but the stars seem a bit dimmer, the diamonds seemingly hiding from the bloodscape of the inevitable. Grians' chest goes numb from the constant thumping of his heart as he stands before the most feared pirate of the seven seas and tells him to fight him.

And maybe, he could have done something else- jumped overboard and tested his chances, but he’s stubborn and stupid. More the latter many would say if they saw him right now, two feet on deck in between the bodies of his own crewmates and- god, (you don’t even believe in god, Mumbo would say) Grian could have saved his own hide- so easily. 

But he didn’t, so too the corpses around him mock him. Bodies of his crewmates, the men he laughed, drunk with- lay around with deadly wounds dealt by pirates.

The moment he saw The Golden Goat appear, Grian should have known people won’t survive. 

But, as he stands with his own sword pointing towards the Pirate Captain- a smirk coming from him, a confident smile knowing it's for an easy fight - Grian is glaring in response and he knows in his heart that it’s not his own time to die, today isn’t his last day. He’ll make sure of it.

His last day couldn’t be this- he woke up to rain.

Small taps rocked the navy ship, wooden boards acting as windows cracked and clacked outside, the rain running against them, tinning delirious warnings to an ever coming storm. Grian nearly falls out of his hammock as the thunder outside crackled, a siren call about the soon future- Grian groaned forcing his eyes open, an eyelash into one of them and such tears leaving him in annoyance. So many bad omens for only a minute into the day.

Already dressed for action, he used his sleeve to wipe his tears as he got out of the hammock. The red sleeve staining due to the liquid. It’s in his right eye, he rubbed it knowing it's just going to make it worse but the inflorescent tears didn’t stop coming- the other eye bleak and dry at least. “Grian!” The voice of the first mate jostled him to look up, a visceral of his heartbeat quickening and ready to make any order come true. “Grian!” The voice grew closer as the First Mate appeared on the stairs leading to the deck. “It’s your shift, what are you still doing here?” 

He scoffed as Grian quickly ran past him at the warning- was it that time already? The sun isn’t even up- Grian hit himself in the head as he realised, the storm, its clouds hiding the sun forcing him to be late.

Poking his head onto the deck, his face was immediately met with rain hitting his face. Grian put up his arm on instinct, hiding his eyes away from the water. But as the weather absorbed into his coat, he decided to put it back down and just continue on.

Looking around, he saw this shift's crew members running around panicked trying to keep the ship in control during the weather. The tempest was gulfing out water onto the deck, trying to escape itself- coughing out waves and rivers onto the boat like a sickness. The boat moved, shifting under the weight of the furore, Grian having to grab a rope to keep upstanding.

Water began covering the deck in a thin layer acting as a bowl slowly filling in the corners. A few crew members were desperately shovelling water out before it reached a too late point. Just for the sea to return it as if they lost it and it was giving it back to its rightful owner. Some others were running around pulling ropes, cutting them off- tying them, to change the sails periodically to keep up with the rising winds.

“Hey!” Another voice snapped him back to reality- a crewmate who was holding onto a rope tightly called for him, boots into the wood as they tried to settle themselves against the wet floor not to slip away. “If you have time to gawk, you have time to help us!”

He got distracted, he felt annoyed at himself. Sure, it's bad weather, he thought as he ran up to the person and grabbed the rope, helping out to pull back the sails- but they've seen worse, he’d seen worse: much worse. Spitting out hair from his mouth, the wind driving the hairs around his face in a frenzy, even his own ponytail threatening to unravel itself in the conditions. With a final pull along with his crewmate the rope finally got back far enough to tie it around the railing of the deck. Just as he pulled along and tied a knot around it- another shout came from the opposite end of the vessel. Turning around, seeing yet more people battling against the water, trying to roll barrels and supplies from the deck into shelter- into the crew, captain quarters, securing cargo from the deck.

“All hands on deck!” The captain shouted over the wind- and much more of his own crewmates emerged from the bottom of the barrels, some of them are putting on their coats and boots as they are getting up to the surface- getting met with the sudden gust of wind. At Least Grian was lucky enough to be woken up earlier alone, it must be chaos down there now.

Along with sea, the deck began being flooded with more sea, the rope he was earlier struggling to get a knot around was taken over by another pair of hands. There were a lot more people around quick, the Captain did say ‘all hands on deck’ after all. Sails and masts were being tied down quicker than before, the cargo disappearing in the scuffle. At the moment everything was secure, but just then the storm picked up in the distance large waves crashing into one another, sending ripples throughout the ocean like an echo towards them the wind propelling it towards the keel. The crew had a mixture of shouts as a particularly strong wing enveloped them, the boat violently seesawing, some people falling past to the bottom of the boat- hitting themselves on the walls. 

The Captain and First Mate were at the helm, the wheel working against their will and using both the mens might to keep from going haywire. Grian once again was distracted and only realised that when someone grabbed his arm, forcing a thick rope into his hands. With muscle memory working for him, he grabbed the rope; a few more crewmates lined up behind him and before also holding onto the cord and pulling. Grian heaved it within rhythm with everyone else, rubbing elbows with the people around him as they used their might to get the sails to close so they didn't propel themselves into the nearest landmass. But the wind was stubborn, and refused to work with them.

But, in the midst of the storm: between the water crashing into waves, collecting lifes and realisations along the depths and floors of the ocean, the peaceful waters became sharp and dangerous threatening to destroy them any minute, people started singing. 

“Oh!” One strong voice began, guttural and loud, “We’d be alright if the wind was in our sails!” and although Grian didn’t know this one, he still sang along. “It would be all right!” They all sang in unison with another pull and push, moving along the deck, “If the wind was in our sails!” the sound of the earth trying to shatter them, to drown them, the voices of everyone being drowned out by the winds but the energy, the ripples of energy of the song still was heard. Not even the first mates orders were heard, now one of the many voices echoing through the sea singing the song that they might die singing.

“We'd be alright if the wind was in our sails!” Grian let out the song with a throaty rasp, but he did with a unison of other throaty rasps- “And we'll all hang on behind…” the unity of everyone fighting against whatever force put this upon them outnumbered the killing intent of mother earth.. He stepped back, another shout from everyone as they pulled, people upfront guiding what to do as they stared at the sails and onto the sea. 

“

In reply, the crew replied with a shout of glory compared to a thousand soldiers' army about to fight their last battle. It's funny how a little storm can test your life and realise that you aren't safe on this boat after all, but here they are anyway. Waking up to the possibility of your death, that the sky you looked under for so long had the intention to kill you. 

People stopped singing and let go of the rope as they instead went to run back and forth to tighten different ropes, everyone in a hive mind set the course towards the spot of light, hoping it was not the one at the end of the tunnel.

Grian didn't expect that however, and some others as well- people upfront let go of the rope throwing off the harmonious balance upon the middle, and the force of certainty and relalibalty of the pull was gone.  Grian felt himself falling forward and seeing the person before him fall as well.

 But Grian didn't spend training with his sword for his reflexes to fail him right now, Grian let his chest fall back- sliding his leg behind him and the other before him. And just as quick the back one slid to the right followed by the other one, his footwork always being excellent and this was to show as he watched a few of his crewmates falling upon on each other like dominos.

 Turning around, he sang along to the continued shanty, "-if we make it around the horn!" the strong voice passed by him, the song continued around him as people ran around stringing the masts. 

The wind struggled to overpower the hopeful men's voices, "We'd be alright-" he sang along with the first half, watching the bodies of red scurry and sing around, in reply everyone else sang "if we make it round The Horn!"  

The ship of the military men forced itself through the waters towards the sight of hope. 

The voyage was clearly ofcourse, even Grian , one of the many crewmates- the last one to be told the details of the journey or not even in mind to inform, knew this. They were heading towards the Hermiatic oceans to get to a military town to pick up and change through crewmates who were due to retire or leave. And Grian has been at sight of these exchanges, old men with bitter bones who he played cards with left towards nowhere, even men younger than himself would never return- he remembered them coming onto the ship, bushy tailed and wide eyed on being part of this and serving the King just like Grian once was, then a voyage later the spark gone as well as an arm, and the one who sung with a guitar in the deep nights gone to never be seen. 

And they weren't headed there, the course sidestepped due to the furious storm and thunder, not even a care for the repercussions of this task if they were going to be lost or be able to find their course nor will they be ontime for the handoffs. But even as Grian knew of this stupid decision, he didn't question it, himself wanting to head to the very spot he himself pointed out. So, he won't complain.

As they headed closer the rain held up, the waves calmed as they crossed through the threshold- the stomach of the ship letting out a breath as it digested the tension every soul within it let out during the situation. 

People stopped running around, stopping to look up with a smile. However some were already holding brooms and mops and forcing the water back to its source, the wood stained and dripped through. Grian hissed, it must have gone to the crewmate quarters, he already knows he's going to sleep either on the floor if they decide to put them up to dry or just sleep on a damp hammock. He isn't happy for either. Well, so it goes.

God (Mumbos voice once again ran through his mind)- he’s tired.

“Hey!” A hand waved before him, the quartermaster, “Use your gawking for something useful and go to the birds nest, spot us some land why don’t you?” With a ‘yes sir’ Grian turned around to climb up the mast, ropes and ladder making it easy and he hoped he's going to be able to come down just as quickly.

...He didn’t, yawning hours later after someone brought him up some soup and bread he was still up looking for any land, and his fear that they got turned around away from land and into the large and into the uneding Eremeetis- where pirates roam circling the land like prey, waiting for a stupid navy ship to sink their claws in.

He raised his spyglass, his heart freezing as he saw it. The sun was going down behind it but there was no secret what it was. A custom ship, seen years of wear sailing through the ocean, as if the sea itself was falling upon itself to make way for it, red sails doing nothing to camouflage the ship against the blue ocean, and the red flag with a skull and crossbones didn’t hide who- what it was. 

The Golden Goat.

He’s heard of this ship, legends, stories, rumours- and there it was. He never expected to see it, never expected to lay his eyes on it. Intimidating, large and on its way towards them- getting bigger and bigger in his vision. He gasped, his spyglass falling down to the floor of the nest. Shocked, and terrifying he looked down and with all his might shouted into the deep,

“PIRATES !”

And that's when the first cannon went off, and the pirates missed, but the force of the waves rocked the ships- sending Grian flying off the birds nest. 

He barely registered what was happening, the wind breaking under him- the air in his lungs beginning to taste metal, he screamed. Looking up, the nest and sails looming over as he grabbed the first that ended up under his hand, his stomach dropped and arms pulled as he held on tightly onto a piece of horizontal wood at the bottom of the sails. Blinking numbly against the pain, he tried to breathe but couldn’t, “Drop!” He heard a voice under him, and, he did. He didnt think about it, his fingers were slipping anyway. He let himself fall further- and closed his eyes for the impact of the floor of the ship…. 

But it never came. Instead he landed on something softer, opening his eyes to see some crewmates around him, linking their forearms to make him a landing pad. Seeing him okay, some let go to go load up cannons or help to sail away from pirates. 

“You okay?” a young one asked, one of the bushy tailed types, Grian couldn't speak- air knocked out of lungs. “Go-” he rasped his hand on his chest, heart beating canons into his brain. “Pirates-” the other seemed to understand. Leaving him to go help out.

Grian took a deep breath, and one more regaining his lifeback- they, they need to leave. He looked around and well, there wasn't much to do than go on normally, a cannon shot won't do right now, it will knock them back again. And then, the first normal shot went off- and the young boy who he just talked to was shot point blank, his body slumping over and falling down against the floorboards.

The sun has completely set now, the darkness returning into everyone's minds as more bullets flew past. Grian ducked behind some barrels- as more shots from both sides overcame and he heard more and more bodies hit the floor, the echo of their souls departing onto the wood never forgetting, and another and another and another- and he heard laughing, unknown laughter from faraway, The Golden Goat was coming closer. Then, another body fell by him, and in his hand- a gun. He took it. 

He popped his head over the barrels, and shot. And hit, a strong ‘fuck!’ was heard- an unknown masculine voice from the other side. He hit a pirate- he hit a pirate! Of course he did- they didn’t see him so he had the window of opportunity. He popped his head out, seeing one less pirate up on the deck. But with a large hit, as the two ships collided with one another. They were probably going to put down a plank for the pirates to come and raid the ship Grian was on. And he didn’t want to be already the first victim to be sliced by the sword, in the moment of distraction and bullets Grian crouched up, gun in hand. 

He vaulted across, moving behind barrels and just any cover. Moving up the stairs toward the helm, and his bread hitched seeing the dead body of the first mate. The same first mate who woke him up this morning, the one who told him that it's his shift- who woke him up before everyone else. And now he was lying dead on the floor, a bullet through his head bleeding out on the wooden boards. Grian tried to stop his gasp, tears in his eyes as he crouched down to avoid being seen. He peeked over the helm however, seeing a plank on the space between the two ships, The Golden Goat grander in size yet smaller in crew but with the amount of bodies on their ship it should be the other way around at least. 

But, the pirates were lurking around right now. A man, with brown hair in a ponytail roamed around on deck- shooting whomever breathing. A woman with short brown hair disappeared down the stairs to the cargo hold.

Guess the red, no mercy flag was no joke. However, where is the captain of the pirate ship? He peered up higher, looking for the fabled captain, a monster who was ever worse than any of his crew, ruthless and emotionless and no pleading will help you when before him. 

But, it isn’t whoever is on the navy ship right now, the man with the ponytail was a contender but as one of Grians crewmates pleaded for his life [the voice of the man, was deep and naturally loud. The one he heard leading the shanty during the storm], telling the pirate about his children and wife. The pirate hesitated, it was seen in his demeanor, the gun at the forehead of the navy did not set off immediately, it lingered. The pirate stepped back, and looked away. Then shot. 

The body of the father, husband, singer fell onto the floor- slumped. Draining his blood onto the floorboards, forever staining the deck. 

Grian fell down, sliding and sitting down- hand over mouth to resist a gasp. Grian knew the red pirate flag- no mercy even if they plead for life. He heard about it, the legends, but- but- he never really believed it until now. He had to face the facts, as they are alive onboard right now.

Looking around, he took a deep, quiet breath. He needs to get out, there is a lifeboat on deck.He needs to get into it, and just go. Or die trying. Hopefully not the latter. 

Grian looked back up, seeing now another woman with long blonde hair onboard along with the ponytail pirate.

He needs to sneak past them. Can he distract them? But how? He looked around, seeing a bottle- empty glass bottle by the helm. He frowned, was the captain driving the boat, drunk? Where is the captain anyway? Is he dead? Where is the Navy Captain?!

He sneaked down the stairs again, in one hand he had the gun in the other the glass bottle. Crouched down and walking down slowly, he was staring at the other two pirates as he did so. He ducked beside the barrels again, walking over the dead body he grabbed the gun from earlier. The lifeboat is where the pirates are, he needs to distract them-

“Wait- Wait!” His captain's voice rang out, Grian peeked out seeing the captain being dragged up from the lower deck by the brown haired woman, “I can tell you- where the gold is- don’t kill me! Don't kill me!”  The captain was hiding under the deck, as his crew was killed. As his first mate was shot. Aren’t the crew supposed to be family?

The brown haired woman threw the captain before the other two, Grian peeked out further- could this be the distraction? Is it okay for him to use this as a distraction to save his own skin?

The ponytailed pirate raised his gun. The captain looked around panicked, for something to help him, save him- then they locked eyes.

The captain looked straight at him, Grian was too far out- he was seen by him. And now, he just hopes that the captain won’t see him as what is needed to save his own hide.

“There!” The captain shouted, pointing at Grian. A wish is too weak.

The long haired blonde pirate looked at him directly- as a shot rang out and the ponytailed pirate earned his second kill. Point blank, no mercy. And as he put his gun back into his holster, he also looked at Grian.

Grian started shooting. 

The blonde woman immediately went towards the short haired woman, throwing them both to the ground- the ponytailed pirate shooting back before moving towards Grian. Is he not scared to be shot?! Grian tried to shoot again, but instead- blanks. He ran out of bullets, he clicked and clicked onto the trigger and nothing but air and his hopes left the gun. 

The ponytailed pirate arrived at him: With a well placed kick to the chest, Grian stumbled back. And overboard into the water. Grian was about to plummet into the ocean- but the deja vu of before, of falling off the mast again. So, once again he grabbed the first solid thing under his fingers. And then, with a familiar gut into the throat and a stretch of the arm, he grabbed a piece of wood from the side of the ship. But this time no ones going to be there to tell him to drop, and this time he won’t. 

With a sense of determination, of remembering his crewmates, who cared enough to stop in a midst of a pirate attack to make sure he's safe, the new crewmate who stayed behind for him to make sure he's fine- who died because of that. Grian can’t fall, how would he be able to face them in the afterlife? Or in the next life? Or whatever the gods have planned? But as he's dangling from the side of the ship, which in the past two years he felt safe in- who he gained new and old friends- which it all disappeared in the hour as their blood drip through the floorboards. Do gods even exist? Is Xisuma, the god of sailors, laughing right now or crying over this loss? Has he created the storm who got them here? 

It's a sick joke, Grian thought as he lodges his feets into some crevices between the wood, and clumb. He had no gun, no bottle- the gun fell into the water, and the bottle was still on deck. But he doesn’t have any use for it now does he? Grian took a deep breath, as he put his foot up again- bracing against the water, then the next- and so to the hand. Hissing as he felt water hit his back, the sea water engulfing his seasons as he clung to the ship that threw him up.

He finally came back up to the top, peering over again, the pirates back where the navy captain's body was. There was another one however (a pirate), still not the captain however, as they seemed to be arguing with him. He had white hair and a black mask on, a bandage on his arm. He couldn’t hear what they were saying from this distance. Vaulting over the railing, he landed feet first- crouching again. This time they were seriously distracted, but still by the lifeboat.

He moved again, to the right behind more closer barrels, quickly sneaking between the empty space. Hearing them a bit better now. 

“You could have left ONE Person alive!” The white haired man shouted, annoyed. “Now we don’t know where their safe is, their important cargo- what were you thinking?!” 

The ponytail shrugged, “I- I! Well- I thought more people were left?”

“Doc is going to be mad, you know that right?” The blonde woman pinched the bridge of her nose, “And then we’ll be on cleaning duty along with-”

“I don’t care if Doc is mad!” Ponytail replied, throwing his hands up, “How difficult is it to find some safe?” 

He turned around towards the captains quarters, “That captain grassed out his own crewmate! He probably has it under his bed or something.”

“Come on, False” The short brown hair said towards the long blonde hair, (False, Grian hears her name is), “Let’s distract Doc for a bit, before he wonders why we’re taking so long.”

False sighed, glaring at ponytail, then looking back at short hair with a “I don’t think Doc can take losing at poker against me again.”

“He’s going to have too, lets go.” Short hair gently pushed false towards the pirate ship. Which the other decided to just go. White hair followed ponytail into the captain's quarters.

Grian grinned, it's his chance! With nothing left to lose and a clear path in front of him, Grian didn’t even think as he ran across the deck- a bad plan in mind. Grab the boat, turn it over and throw it down onto the sea overboard, dive into the water and get into the boat. It's foolproof.

It was too easy to run across, ripping off the ropes that kept the boat to the ground. He didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, panicked and quite hopeful he threw away the ropes. Then he felt his hair being pulled back violently, he was thrown back by his hair back onto the floor. In the same way the captain did too him- and saw ponytail again. Oh no.

“Thought I threw you overboard.” He said looking down at him, saying so as he placed another bullet into the chamber of his pistol. “I should have waited for the splash I guess.” with a click, the weapon was loaded, and the pirate pointed it at Grian. Straight at his forehead.

“Ren!” A new voice entered the fray, deep and accented. The authoritative voice echoed through the ship, calling the name. The pirate about to deal his death sentence turned around, he must be Ren. 

Grian used this opportunity and dealt the same fate Ren did to him earlier, so he kicked him. Kicking his hand holding the pistol, the gun was thrown somewhere else- Grian didn’t have time to watch where, but concentrated on standing up and dealing a punch to the pirate. 

The pirate fell back, and in this distraction Grian ran back to the boat- and once again was pulled by his hair. This time the white hair was back, and threw him face first to the ground, arms behind him and he felt them being tied up with rope. 

“Amu, you’re annoying.” He could hear Ren's voice, he was standing back up. As white hair pulled him up to his knees. “Thanks Etho.” Ren said to the white haired pirate, as he walked up to the two. Etho started talking, but the two went silent as a set of footsteps were heard.

Footsteps, belonging to the voice which called out Ren- in the middle of the loud sea, the loud, heavy footsteps walking across the bridge between the ships were the only things heard. They were slow and confident, taking their time. Grian was too nervous to look up to who they belonged to, already having a feeling. “Is this why you were taking so long?” The accented voice returned, the footsteps changing to creaks, indicating it landed on the navy ship. 

Ren coughed- “Well, we were about to ask where they have the safe.” 

The footsteps grew closer, and Grian still watched the floor- the pale oak floorboards looked darker now. Much more redwood. Why isn’t he looking up? He could kick a pirate who he saw kill twice earlier, he blindly shot another pirate earlier- but the silence the two went when these footsteps arrived, told him to shut up and look down. “I’ll ask.” And the steps were before him, well, the shoes. Black boots- stained dark at the heels and soles. 

And like that, then the feet crouched down- squatting down and Grian still stared at the floor. Then a hand was grabbing his face- forcefully and squishing his cheeks, making him look up at the owner of the voice.

It was alot to take in.

First thing he noticed was the teeth, there was a smile on the person's face- it was sharp, twisted- and smug. The teeth were so too, sharpened alike to sharks, created for biting, for violence, for hurt- nothing peaceful. Then, it was the eyepatch across the person's right eye, black and a scar peeking from beneath the fabric. Smoothed back brown hair, a stubble on his chin- with a white eye. But, the white eye seemed to make sense with the green textured skin, a monster. The legend echoes, staring at the Captain- many calling the Pirate King- he was a monster through his actions and through his own self. The smile however, was the most terrifying thing about him.

“So, where's the gold?” He asked, the low voice once again coming through. Grian stared, stared at the captain before him. Earlier, he was scared because of the concept of this man, of the idea, of the silence- but his confidence came flooding back for the second, aswell as the sounds of the seas and the rotten and mournful realisation of: he’d going to die anyway. So:

He spit onto the Captain. 

The Captain immiedietly recoiled back, closing his eye with a “Fuck-” Grian grinned watching the pirate stand up, wiping his face from the saliva. The Pirate King looked back at Grian, “Take him to the plank.” 

Wait no- Grian thought as he felt himself being pulled up and pushed towards the edge of the ship, where there was a gap between the railings, a long board beside it. This time, Grian doesn’t know if he will be able to catch himself if thrown off. 

Ren placed the board onto the gap, halfway so it won’t immediately fall off, Etho pushed him towards the plank. And with his hands literally tied, Grian couldn’t do much as he began walking onto the board. He looked back, seeing the Pirate captain, not even looking- not even witnessing his order just wiping his face and not paying attention.

Grian gritted his teeth, “Go.” Ren said, seeing him not moving, both him and Etho had their feet onto the board to keep it steady as Grian walked but instead he stood still looking at the Captain he just offended.

“Duel me!” Grian shouted. Its a stupid move, idiotic- He;s the pirate king, he never looses. This is a suicide mission, just a way to make his death slower and more painful. Delaying the inevitable.

The captain looked up, hearing that. ‘Paying attention now, are you?’ Grian thought. 

“He won’t duel you, move along.” Etho scoffed, letting his foot leave a board for a second, making it wobble, Grian however, didn’t care- still looking at the Captain as he steadied himself under the moving board, the roar of the sea under him beckoned, waiting for a new snack as the sacrifice dangled above in the form of him. Grian didn’t show any weakness, back straight and looking straight on, as the waves clung up trying to grab him for dinner.

The Captain didn’t even spare a second thought as he walked over- the same confident walk as before. “And what's in it for you?” He asked, the deep voice making Grian shiver, but the contents of the sentence made him angrier. For him? The pirate is already assuming that this will end with Grians defeat.

“You let me go.” Grian said his terms, feeling worse when the two other pirates laughed at this.

“I let you go?” The captain smirked at this demand, “And if you lose?”

“I tell you where the safe is- as well as navy trade routes, plans- which ports aren’t properly guarded with valuable cargo.”

“And then I let you go as well?” The pirate crossed his arms, an amused smile still on his face.

Grian shook his head, a gulp before finally speaking. “Then you kill me.”

The two other pirates looked at the Captain, it was a good deal- if Grian only offered the safe it would be easy for the Captain to just order for him to plummet to the sea. 

But, Grian worked in the navy long enough to be trusted with secrets, and is able to see and know where too, he has valuable information. And it's only a duel for them.

The Captain stared at him, the smirk falling, a more serious face actually contemplating this.

“Doc…” Ren began, making the captain look at him. They shared a look, which Ren shook his head during.

“Okay.” The Captain said, earning a look of disappointment from Ren. The smirk was back, “Untie him, give him a sword.” The captain ordered and turned around, taking out his own sword from his belt. 

Grian looked at Etho and Ren, who once again shared a look before beckoning Grian to come back. Which he gladly did so, Etho took out a small knife from his pocket- cutting off the ropes with a quick slice. Grian instantly takes them apart, going to rub at his sore wrists. 

Ren looked around, walking away towards a corpse and taking the sword off them. Throwing it at him- Grian catches it.

Looking across, he sees the Captain with his own cutlass already out, with the same annoying smile. It's confidence, it's relaxed, he knows he will win. All the odds are in his favour, Grian is much shorter than him, he’s been thrown about the past hour and his arms are sore from catching himself constantly as well as a headache due to the hair pulling.

But, even with those, Doc is going to lose, Grian was determined to stay alive. Today isn’t going to be his last day. He woke up to rain.

Grian stepped forward, standing up straight- sword out, one foot behind the other, and one arm behind him. Grian isn’t going to die, not within a duel- he remembers all the navy training he had, all those days he skipped to practice sword fighting with Mumbo, the only thing he was top of his class in. 

And he was also determined for that Captain to stop with that annoying smile. 

And if Grian knows something about sword fighting, then he knows it's going to take a few seconds to cut it off.

Suddenly, a wave crashed into the boat- making the occupants recoil, moving around to tighten their feet onto the ground. And suddenly Grian felt something hit his foot, he looked down- the glass bottle. Grian looked back up, to see the pirate captain raise his eyebrow, “Having second thoughts?” He asked, with that same, irritating, so sure of himself smile. 

“No.” Grian smiled back, and in fell swoop- grabbed the glass bottle and threw it at the captain- once again having the benefit of surprise as he began the duel with a bang. The captain exclaimed, putting up his arms as the bottle hit them- and when he put them back down Grian was already before him, a split second earlier the duel would have been done with. But the Pirate still had his reflexes in the close quarters, reflecting the blade quickly- pushing Grian back but with nosense of self-preservation Grian was already back hitting the other blade again.

Grian pushed, the pirate captain walking back as he continued the deflect the sword hits, the sore sound of metal hitting one another echoing throughout the ship with buoyancy, Grian was going to get him in a corner and he’s determined to maybe even throw him off the ship- but after a few more sword deflects the captain was sick of this, and with one more strike the captain used the sense of confidence Grian had and kicked him when least expected- Grian falling back  onto the floor, blinking his eyes open and with an reflect he rolled away from the sword about to stab into his chest- the captain's sword lodging itself into the wooden floor where Grians body used to be.

Grian stood up, and before the Pirate could take out his sword he launched himself at the pirate, pushing him down onto the floor. Sword gone, the captain rolled across the floor. But, quickly collected himself again, looking up with a deadly glare. Grian gulped, the glare at the others' faces replacing the annoying grin from earlier, and this time- Grian saw in the pirates expression that it's serious now, that his ruse of being weak is up- and that the pirate will show no mercy.

As Grian was realising the tone shift of the battle, the captain used his own trick against him- moving up during distraction. The pirate ran at him, grabbing his sword out of the floor as he pushed it at Grian. Grian reflected again, the two roles reversed as Grian walked back, this time the one being pushed over the edge. 

The parrying continued, and this time Grian was in a corner, concentrated on keeping Grian in front of him, but Grian didn’t want that- he needed to get out of this. Break the rules, think outside the box, both of them were too confident and the beginning and those feelings both faltered during the fight, putting on equal level but Grian couldn’t have equal. Grian wanted- needed to win, his life depended on it, and he doesn't plan on dying today. 

With another reflect, Grian ducked down- and headfirst ran onto the pirate, pushing them both down onto the floor. Grian sat up, straddling the captain's legs as he went for the kill with his sword. But the captain again had good instincts, putting his own sword up to defend himself. Grian pushing down onto it, trying to somehow bypass it. 

The captain gritted his teeth, pushing the blade up and with a loud clang of metal in the reflect; the other was pushed back giving the pirate an opportunity to sit up and roll the two again- this time Grian on the floor and the pirate over him, swords once again gripping against each other in the midst of their own duel of which one will break first. And over the sparks, in the seemingly dead end within the battle with no rules, Grian took a guttural breath- and once again. Spit onto the pirates face.

It worked, the Pirate fell back, rolling off- closing his disgusted eye at this. Grian stood up, filled with adrenaline, his own sword in his hand- and pointed it at the pirate. Placed under his neck- the pirate doesn't even notice until he stops wiping his eye, looking up at Grian with a surprise. The pirate blinked, looking up at Grian with- with an unfamiliar expression. A beat passed between them, both breathing heavily, the wind passing through them. Grian let out a smile, he won.

And then two more swords were at Grians own neck. Right, the other two.

“Put the swords down.” The Captain said breathlessly, after nothing happened, he repeated the order, a much stricter tone “Did I stutter? Put the swords down, the man won!” He gestured at Grian. At this the swords disappeared from under his neck. 

Doc looked at the sword Grian was holding with an incredulous look, Grian stared back not sure what he meant for a second before- “Ah, ri- right.” He stuttered, putting his sword back. 

“What's your name sailor?” The pirate asks, standing up. 

Grian did not want to give him his name- but, he feels like he owes him that after this but first- “What's your name?” Grian asked in response to the question.

“Now, that hurts.” The pirate stated, with a slight smile and a rolled eye, he bowed ceremoniously, clearly in mock. “I am Captain Doc. Surprised you do not know my name already.”

“The wanted posters don't give out your name-” Grian tried to excuse himself, before realising how that sounds.

“And yours?” Doc asks, disregarding that- but a smile still on his face showing he understood what he meant.

“Grian.” 

“Grian.” The pirate repeated, in his deep, rumbling voice that made Grian shudder. “Well, Grian-” Grian realised that he regrets giving out his name, just for the sole reason of having to hear the pirate say it. “You won, we will let you go.”

Grian finally turned around, away from Doc, to see the other two pirates had flipped over the lifeboat he was trying to get too early. They were setting up to lower it, he looked back at the pirate. Doc put his sword back at his belt, hands in pockets and no ulterior motives to be seen. 

Grian walked over to the lifeboat, sitting down before looking at the other two pirates with distrust. It's not like he’s going to ask to go get his things from under deck. Sitting down, he saw the two other pirates beginning to lower it down to the sea. Which calmed down fortunately, and as Grian looked back at the bright ship from above- he saw the Captain peer down overboard, crossed arms on the railing, just watching him. 

It's as if he knew that Grian was angry he wasn’t paying attention the first time he was being plummeted to the bottom, and as he stared at Grian and Grian stared at him- well, Grian lost. He might have won the duel, but in the staredown he was defeated as he looked away back at his rowboat- his heart beating faster as he heard a chuckle from above. He looked back up and saw the captain gone. And as he was fully lowered, the other two pirates disappeared too. And Grian let out a deep breath.

“He- He had important information!” His crew was angry at him, Etho exclaimed when they passed back onto the boat, “Now- we killed an entire crew and we still couldn’t find the safe! You had your fun, you could have just forced the information out of that navy-” 

Doc stared at the sea, completely ignoring his crew, the ship behind them where the duel took place was long onfire crumbling upon itself and the bodies it had onboard. The gold and cargo falling to the bottom of the sea. 

He shrugged at the complaints, “He won.” He only said, staring out to the calm sea.

It seemed only Doc realised the fact he won, that that random navy defeated The Captain of the Golden Goat, in a duel. Maybe the crew was avoiding the topic, or didn’t understand the implications of the fact but Doc himself has- since the moment the sword was under his chin and he was looking up to the blonde man. 

“Grian…” he murmured out, turning around- a smile returning to his face. “Huh.” 

XichenWeek day 4, some Inferred XiSang with a side of getting into NHS’s head. I said I was gonna do it, and I done it, kind of.

It’s a little bit of a NHS Character Study, features goodfriend!WWX, guilty!NHS and notmuchactual!LXC, whilst still being Xichen-centric!

Prompt Palette for the day is Trust - Courting - First Love

When A Guilty Conscience Drinks

“I remember the first time I laid eyes on er-ge was when ge brought him home as a husband, before we went to study at the Cloud Recesses that spring” Nie Huaisang slurred the words, the wine slopping out of his waving cup.

Wei Wuxian winced; he hadn’t realised they’d drunk so much, sequestered in the corner of the hall gossiping and reminiscing while dull clan business happened around him.

“Honestly, he was sooo beautiful then” he told Wei Wuxian, who frowned.

“And he isn’t now?”

Nie Huaisang paused, and scowled like the question was a trick.

“Uh, I don’t know, Wei-xiong, I really don’t know” he put the cup down and picked his fan up instead, spreading it and waving it furiously. “Wait. That was wrong too, right?” Nie Huaisang folded the fan again and tapped it against his lips in consideration. “I can’t win, er-ge looks just like Lan er-gongzi, so if I say no that means I’m calling your husband ugly, but if I say yes you’re going to hate me for finding your husband attractive”

He must admit, he held his alcohol much better than most, but Wei Wuxian wondered if he might have drunk too much without realising it as he struggled to follow Nie Huaisang’s twisted mental process.

“Lan Zhan is the most handsome man in the world, if you said you didn’t think he was attractive I’d assume your eyes weren’t working, or you were a liar” Wei Wuxian said with the simple certainty of someone who was completely in love with the subject being discussed.

It took a few seconds for Wei Wuxian’s words to permeate Nie Huaisang’s brain, but as they did he nodded his acceptance of their sense.

“I see, yes, Lan Xichen is beautiful now, too” he agreed, then a frown marred his brow, “but he’s very delicate, since Yunping. Now he looks ethereal, like he might just break if you held him”

Wei Wuxian could see what Nie Huaisang meant, in a fashion, Lan Xichen’s seclusion after the terrible blows he’d received at the Guanyin Temple had seemed to bring him some measure of peace finally, but at a cost.

But Wei Wuxian really needed to cut Nie Huaisang off, he had quite obviously drunk far too much.

He picked up the cup in front of Nie Huaisang and drained it. The other didn’t protest; he didn’t actually seem to even notice.

“I think you should go to bed, Nie-xiong” Wei Wuxian told him as he replaced the cup on the table top.

“I think I need to go to bed” Nie Huaisang agreed, although it sounded like Wei Wuxian’s words had passed him by. He got unsteadily to his feet, and weaved out of the hall.

Wei Wuxian watched, ensuring he didn’t fall over a table or down a step. Luckily he did neither. But Wei Wuxian did notice an accidental almost-collision between the drunk Nie Sect Leader and the Lan Sect Leader. They stopped and stared at each other for the briefest of pauses before Lan Xichen turned and moved away with an unusual urgency in his step.

That was odd, especially considering Nie Huaisang’s topic of choice for his drunken rambling this evening.

There was definitely something wrong there. If the two brothers-in-law had had a falling out, maybe he could help them sort out their differences.

***

There was a sharp, blinding light which drove like a wedge into his pounding brain. Nie Huaisang groaned; a piteous sound, and threw his forearm across his eyes.

“Rise and shine, Nie-xiong” the voice was cheerful and bright and he wanted to tear it out by the vocal chords. He sat up suddenly, but the violent motion made his stomach roil in protest and he collapsed back against the bed again, rolling onto his side and curling up into a ball of hungover misery.

“I don’t know anything, Wei-xiong, leave me to die in peace” he whined.

“I’ve no idea why you continue to act like the Head Shaker with me, Huaisang” Wei Wuxian said and Nie Huaisang could almost hear the amused eye-roll in his voice.

He looked up then, shooting the other a mildly venomous look; “I didn’t bring you back to have you torture me, Wei-xiong”

“I know, that’s just something I offer for free to my nearest and dearest” Wei Wuxian’s unrelenting cheerfulness carried all before him.

A cup with a foul-smelling mixture in was pressed under Nie Huaisang’s nose, and the aroma almost made him sick.

“It doesn’t smell very nice, but I guarantee it will get rid of your headache and settle your stomach” Wei Wuxian promised.

Presented with that information, Nie Huaisang snatched the cup out of Wei Wuxian’s hand and downed it in a single swallow, anything had to be better than feeling like this all day. Honestly, drinking was so much more of a punishment on the body now than it had been when they were teens fooling around in the Cloud Recesses.

At the thought he paused; he had drunk for a reason in the Cloud Recesses, to dull the feelings of a tender, passionate first love kindled in a poetic heart just ready to take that kind of emotion and nurture it into a blaze of lifelong attachment.

For most a first love, while maybe embarrassing, was a thing to enjoy, to be teased about by friends and dreamed about at night; for Nie Huaisang it had been the darkest truth concealed in a heart full of them. By this point he was merely surprised he had the capacity for love his heart had been so brimful of wicked secrets.

And yes, while many of his schemes were now spent and brought to the knowledge of those closest to him this information was still his only.

And last night he had still drunk for that reason.

He sat up once he was sure the concoction Wei Wuxian had brought him had had the promised effect.

“A very good potion, Wei-xiong” he complimented the other, who dropped to a stool next to the bed and gave him a direct look.

“So, Nie-xiong, what did you say to upset Xichen-ge?”

The question threw Nie Huaisang completely; his eyes darted up to meet Wei Wuxian’s, then away as he searched for his fan. Of course he wasn’t dressed yet so he had none to hand.

“Was it so very bad you can’t even tell me Nie-xiong?” Wei Wuxian questioned, and a crippling weakness suddenly came over Nie Huaisang; he had spent so long carrying everything himself, sharing with no one, couldn’t he confide in his oldest friend?

Would Wei Wuxian hate him when Nie Huaisang trusted him with his most closely kept sin?

“It was nothing I said to er-ge. Let me dress, Wei-xiong, and we’ll talk, yes?” if he was going to bare his soul he wanted a fan in his hand.

***

Wei Wuxian had agreed to his request and they met a while later just outside Lotus Pier, intending to walk by the lake for privacy.

“Tell me everything” Wei Wuxian urged when it seemed Nie Huaisang wouldn’t start the discussion.

While he had attended to his toilette Nie Huaisang had become reconciled to the fact he would tell Wei Wuxian all, and with his opened fan in hand, a confidence boosting talisman, he nodded.

“You were aware when we studied at the Cloud Recesses in our youth er-ge was already my brother-in-law?”

“Yes, the wedding was the talk of the cultivation world, a generation of cultivators cried themselves to sleep for months at the knowledge the pinnacle of our peer group was already spoken for at such a young age” Wei Wuxian agreed, and Nie Huaisang shot him a look, wondering if he was aware what he inferred. Nie Huaisang doubted it, however.

He blew out a weary sigh, “They did, and I was among them, Wei-xiong” his fan waved, a soothing rhythm to steady his nerves. “I fell in love with Lan Xichen the day ge brought him home and introduced him to me as my new brother-in-law”

He had fallen so fast and so hard. It hadn’t helped Lan Xichen shared many of the same artistic pursuits as Nie Huaisang, ones a more physically-focussed Nie Mingjue had no interest in which inevitably left the two in each other’s company. They had spent many hours together as time progressed, and it had done nothing but build on that foundation of first love in Nie Huaisang’s heart.

“I see” Wei Wuxian said, his voice carefully stripped of emotion, and Nie Huaisang paused and turned to look at his friend, assessing his reaction.

“I was in love with my brother’s husband” he reiterated the point, and Wei Wuxian nodded with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I got that” he agreed.

Nie Huaisang snapped his fan together and tapped it to his lips once as he tried to fathom Wei Wuxian’s lack of censure.

“Did you act on it? Is that why you and Xichen-ge are avoiding one another? Did you have an illicit liaison? Lan Xichen hardly seems the type, even if you were” Wei Wuxian asked.

“No, of course I didn’t, isn’t it enough I yearned after my own brother’s husband?”

“You can’t help who you love, Nie-xiong, surely it’s only wrong if you act on it in those circumstances, and you say you didn’t, no one could reprimand you for that” Wei Wuxian shrugged, and they walked on.

Why was Wei Wuxian so blasé about this? Nie Huaisang opened his fan again, then closing it, his mind full of disquiet.

“That doesn’t tell me why you’re at odds with each other now. Was it because of the Guanyin Temple?” Wei Wuxian asked, and Nie Huaisang started. He could lie, he was good at it. He could say yes, and save the worst part from his friend. But he had resolved to speak of everything.

“We were intimate after ge’s memorial, after the Guanyin Temple” he daren’t look at Wei Wuxian now. “Just once. He wept and I nearly choked on the feeling of my own guilt. The aftermath was awful”

“Huaisang” Wei Wuxian’s voice was unexpectedly tender as the other stopped him with a hand on his arm, “No one would blame two grieving souls for finding comfort in each other’s arms. What you did wasn’t wrong. I don’t wish to hurt you but Mingjue-xiong had been gone for a long time by then; what we dealt with at Yunping wasn’t him anymore” his hand squeezed soothingly, as if to lessen the pain of his words. “And you’ve avoided each other since?”

“Like the plague” Nie Huaisang confirmed, his fan back to it’s lazy wave, more as a tool to stead Nie Huaisang’s emotions than to cool him down or hide his expression.

“Maybe its time you both talked then. You might be surprised. You should tell him how you feel. Have you considered that? Have you considered courting him? He’s out of seclusion now; maybe he’s ready to move on with his life. As much as he loved your brother it doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll never want to love again”

“Wei Wuxian, are you insane? I tricked him into killing his best friend” Nie Huaisang was scandalised at the very thought.

“The best friend who murdered his husband and lied to him for years. Did you never consider you may have just given him the opportunity to act without guilt? He still let you into his bed, he can’t be that upset with you over it, Huaisang” Wei Wuxian held his hands out in a show of surrender. “The choice is, of course, yours, I just think you should take the risk and actually pursue him. If he isn’t interested he will let you know. At this stage what do you even have left to lose in this?”

Absolutely nothing, except his self-respect, and he had sacrificed that for less over the years.

Under Pressure (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 10.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

Part Summary: The Shapeshifter is after the reader and it is ready to hunt her down at any chance it gets. Friendships are getting more valuable than ever before.

A/N: Sooo, we are getting into the motion! Inspired by the Stranger Things Vol. 1 Score (The Upside Down) and season 3 soundtrack (mainly by Mirkwood, In the Void and Find the Source).

Word Count: 2.6 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum​ @nemodoren​

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

You've slept through the whole day while everyone was leaving, one at a time. You've passed the test on A+. Whatever Mind Flayer and Shapeshifter wanted from you, they didn't make you their spy. The air in the room was boiling hot, you were sleeping under three blankets and yet, you didn't move you at all. You just slept through it.

By seven o'clock in the evening, there was only Steve remaining in the cab with you. He was watching the TV and taking a nap in Hopper's armchair, just ten minutes ago, even though he was shoving some sandwiches down his throat. He knew you would tell him that he looks like a duck, not even chewing the food.

You slowly woke up and yawned out loud, stretching your back. You were sweating like hell, you even smelled - and truly, there was nothing to wonder.

You didn't wake him up, just let him sleep through the episode full of tension and dead people while you took a shower. The bruise you had on the arm was nothing but scary. Shapeshifter could crush your bones if it wanted to.

It was nice knowing that someone was with you in the cabin, especially after what happened just that very afternoon. Demogorgons were real - and there even was a shape-shifting one.

When you hopped out of the shower, you put some comfy old clothes on and finally decided to wake Steve up. He almost threw all the food to the ground as he freaked up.

"Jesus, can you calm down?" - You cried at him and caught the plates before they fell down. Steve sat straight and pulled the armchair so his feet were no longer in the air.

"I'm sorry! I had some pretty wild dreams about the things that happened today and you touch me in the middle of Demogorgon just stretching for my face! What did you expect?" - He said back as you both put the food on the coffee table.

"Come on then, I'll catch you a ride home. Time to wake up, Sleeping beauty." - You answered back a bit ironically and threw an old jacket on. Steve nervously stood up and straightened his jeans since they were crinkly from his very vivid nightmare.

"Are you sure?" - The boy hesitantly came after you with his palms in his jeans, putting his jacket on as well. - "Do you really want to stay here all alone? In this cab? We have a pretty comfortable couch." - Steve asked quietly with a serious worry in his voice.

"I'm more than positive that I'll stay home today, Harrington. This is a completely safe zone, don't worry." - You locked the door and walked to the car, playing with the keys between your fingers. You didn't know where Steve learned to be so nice. That was actually sweet, you needed to say.

"Give me the keys, I will give you a ride." - Steve reached out his palm, but you only laughed a bit. - "You were attacked and you're sick. It will be better if I drive." - Steve said when you were still watching him with an interesting face.

"Steve, even if you drove me to your house, I will have to drive myself back here. I'm feeling fine, I swear. The Shapeshifter didn't hurt me that bad. I can still take care of myself." - You swore on your dear life, climbing behind your pickup's steering wheel. Steve sat next to you with a dumb grin on his face.

"I haven't thought that far, sorry." - He excused his need to drive you to his house, immediately taking a deep breath before he continued. - "Are you sure you can do it on your own here? The whole night? The Shapeshifter might be anywhere right now and it showed you some pretty wild images."

"Steve, listen." - You turned your face to him, letting the started engine running. - "I can survive a night in my very own home. The thoughts won't throw me off the rails. The Shapeshifter could be anywhere, yeah, so what would it do at my house? Don't worry, man, it's going to be alright. Thank you for caring, I greatly appreciate all of it, but you're taking it a bit too far."

After that, you started the radio, letting the station play some of the blast jams - like Wham!, Police or Bonnie Tyler. You enjoyed every song, drumming to it, but it was almost awfully quiet inside the car. When you stopped the engine in front of Steve's house, it was almost midnight. 

“Last chance, Hop.” - He said quietly, opening the door. 

“Sleep tight, Harrington. I will call you in the morning and you'll see, everything's gonna be just fine.” - You answered with a smile, telling him to finally go home and take some rest. After that, you finally drove home, having much to think about. It was Hopper. It had to be him - if it wasn't him, you would be completely destroyed and thrown off the rails. This gave you too much hope just not to be true.

But where was he and what was he doing there? Was he alright? Or was he in danger? You closed your eyes as you turned back to your driveway, exhaling out loud. That was a fucking wild day and you slept through the most of, so you didn't feel the need to relax. 

You planned to write everything down and to try to think about it, so you could come up with a plan eventually. Just as you slowly parked your old Chevy on the spot, you noticed someone standing in the woods, watching you. That sent chills down your spine, you wouldn't lie about that. 

But that didn't exactly mean it was the Shapeshifter. It couldn't track you down, it didn't know where you live and it ran off to the woods. It was hurt and it surely needed some time to recover. Plus that just looked like a little girl standing in the moonlight. 

Slowly, you got out of your car, taking your flashlight with you, pointing at the small figure. When you got close enough, the chills were gone. You relaxed and told yourself that it cant be the Shapeshifter. That was just impossible.

“Hey!” - You yelled at the kid who was still watching you getting closer. Their clothes were torn, their face looked awfully pale. Could it be a kid lost in the woods? - “What are you doing here so late at a cold night? Is everything alright? Are you lost?” - You were still coming closer to that small child, smiling at them and slowly getting on your knees. They were more than thirty feet away from, it was still considered a safe distance. 

The blood stopped running in your veins when you watched the kid get on their hands, walking on all four now. The Shapeshifter. It did find you and it did track you down. Thirty feet now seemed to be just a few inches as you got on your legs and raced to your cabin, the flashlight going suddenly off. You locked yourself in and hid behind the couch, but you could hear it lurking around the cabin, searching for the entrance. 

The monster was making deep noises, surely by their mouth, which sounded like silent growling. You could hear the terrace wood shrieking under its weight as it slowly made its way there. You would swear that you haven't been more scared in your whole entire life. Slowly, you managed to crawl without making a sound through the whole cabin, taking your revolver from the kitchen counter. For the love God, at least it was loaded. 

Then, you noticed its fingers on the window, barely touching it, yet it made so unpleasant sounds that your ears hurt. It was still growling - and in the next second, it jumped to the cabin. You were fucked. The monster smelled your scent instantly, pointing its head to your direction. Its right shoulder was still hurt, so one of its limbs wasn't working as it should. 

Before it could jump on you to bite your head or something else off, you ran to the door, unlocking the lock in a harshly, almost ripping the lock out of the wood. You made it out, yes, but that barely meant anything. The Shapeshifter was just behind you, trying to get through the wooden barrier. 

You ran to your car as fast as you could, thanking God that you barely locked the door. You were in at no time, but another thing was coming - the engine was struggling to start and the Shapeshifter just made a whole-ass hole in your door. There was no time left to spend, do you locked the car and prayed for the motor to start. 

The monster was following you on all four, growling, walking at a slow pace, its head pointed to your car. You felt uneasy, but you managed not to give up. You heard as it jumped on the trunk and you almost felt that you're as good as dead - that was the moment the engine started and roared through the whole, quiet forest around your cabin. The lights were on and you pushed the gas so hard you felt the pedal touching the floor.

With the sudden outburst of speed, you heard the monster falling down, hitting the locked door on the back of the trunk. You hit the breaks violently and the Shapeshifter fell flat on the driver's cabin back. After that, you turned right, leaving the driveway and rode towards Hawkins. If any cop would've stopped you, you had no excuse to drive almost fifty miles per hour. 

When you passed the first lights that included you’re inside Hawkins, the trunk suddenly straightened as the monster jumped off, making the car jump a bit. You slowed down and looked back just to see it running inside the woods again.

Right you stopped and heavily breathed out, leaning your forehead to the steering wheel. Right, what were your options? You definitely couldn't be your cabin anymore - the Shapeshifter was not dumb, it would you there again in no time. Plus, it was in a kind of unusable state at the moment. Police station? YOu had a day off and you hadn't keys and the alarm code. Karen’s? Not an option this late at night. Dustin's? No way. Harrington’s. That was your only remaining option. Steve had a big house back in your day and it was fairly easy to climb into the window of his room.

With that, you drove through Hawkins at the speed of light. You needed to be inside of a building as soon as possible before the monster could come for you again. You stopped a street away from his house, ran to it and climbed the fence to get into their garden. You snatched a few stoned from Steve’s mom’s garden, standing under his window. You just hoped that the idiot isn't already asleep.

You started to throe the windows at his window, not missing a single one. They were only goddamn loud when they fell down on the roof of an extension. The light in the room lightened up and you almost started to cry with happiness. In the next minute, you were facing Steve, who was standing in the open window. 

“Who’s that? Wait for a second. Hop? Is that you? What are you doing here, goddamnit? It's one in the morning!” - Steve whisper-shouted at you, watching your silhouette in the light coming from the pool. - “If this is meant to be a great romantic gesture, I swear to God...”

“Can I have a sleepover at your house? Please?” - You whisper shouted back at him. You saw his face harden before he nodded, taking at least a t-shirt on before he climbed on the extension to help you climb it. You made a lot of noise, but at least, you felt a bit safe when he closed the window.

“Have you changed your mind? You look terrible if you ask me.” - Steve chuckled cockily, still whispering, but when he saw your face having any color and your arms trembling, he figured out that you're completely serious. 

“The Shapeshifter. It tracked me down, it knows where I live. I can’t come back to my cabin since it smashed my window and made a huge-ass hole in my door.” - You sat down on his bed as well and only after that, Steve was completely serious again. - “When I drove you home, I was thinking that it might need some rest to cover its shoulder, and I thought that I will be thinking about what I saw. But I stopped and it was just standing there, watching me.” 

“Couldn't you tell right away? It looked like the old lady, why couldn't you recognize it?” - Steve asked back, standing up to give you one of his old t-shirts with Hawkins’ High logo printed on it. You gladly accepted it, having at least something to change into. 

“That's the joke. It didn't look like that lady anymore. It was a small child, I would probably say a boy? I don't know?” - You asked yourself, looking at Steve.

“Wait? Was the boy this tall and had ashen hair? A red jacket with a clown on his back?” - Steve asked and gasped. You closed your eyes, re-imaging what happened, before nodding. It was the boy Steve was talking about.

“The small kid was Alex. He went missing just a week before you came to the town, he nor his corpse were found. I think you just figured what happened to him - the Shapeshifter killed it and dragged it to the woods to look like him.” - Steve exhaled quietly, looking down on his feet. 

“I have an idea. We will stop at the police department and I will go through the missing person cases, so we would know how it could be looking like. I'm sure that it won't feed on the small boy anymore. I've seen it. It knows that it has to change identities, it isn't dumb, after all.” - You whispered to Steve and he nodded instantly as he started to lay a sleeping bag onto the ground, locking the door. 

“This is all fucking crazy.” - You whispered when Steve turned away so you could change your clothes and crawl under his blanket. The bed was still warm when you laid there. 

“But we will manage to catch it and kill it, I swear to you. We've done this three times already and we won't let the Shapeshifter get you. Believe me. I will face it myself rather than seeing it having you.” - Steve wowed when he was turning the lights off. YOu nodded and smiled, even if he couldn't see you for shit. Before he left to lay down for the night as well, you caught his palm. 

“Thank you for everything, Harrington. I mean it.” - You whispered, holding his palm in yours. He squeezed it back and he was glad that you cant see him blushing like a fifth-grader. 

“As long as you keep your ass safe, there's no need to thank me, Hopper.”

||Voice Of Treason|| Chapter 5

[DABI X OC]

Summary: Hanako Yamada is tired of living in her brother’s shadow, so when an old friend comes back into her life, she can’t help but take a chance and make a new name for herself alongside the League of Villains.

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

A/N: Hey! Sorry it has taken me so long to update! I had to rework some of the plot and I have been really busy with the new year, my new job, and classes. I haven’t been getting much feedback on this story so please send me some asks and tell me your favorite part or where you think the story is going! Thanks in advance!

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Tags: @fridgesbestfriend @princedabi @nightkidd-hd @gaylemonsmutfluff @dark-eyed-dream @sweetycue @aarinisreading

The fire raged on. The blue flames danced among the tree line, devouring everything in its wake.

Hana turned to Muscular, a sick grin plastered over her face. It had been a good 10 minutes since they had arrived and shit was already hitting the fan.

“Muscular, I think it’s time to make an announcement. Don’t you think?” Hana winked at the massive masked figure behind her and deep chuckle was heard

“I think you’re right. Tell ‘em who’s here.”

Hana cleared her throat in preparation for her speech.

“Heeeellloooo UA Hero Course! We are the Vanguard Action Squad and you all are the first contestants on the Shit Show! You better buckle up and put on your big boy pants on cause the party just started and it’s about to get CRAAAAAZY! Get ready to beg for your life!”

Muscular’s deep laugh was heard behind Hana and she couldn’t help but join in on the laughter.

“I think they all just shit their pants!” Hana was practically bouncing around the cliff in excitement.

“I’m sure they did. Listen sweetheart. I don’t need a partner. I’ll keep watch up here, why don’t you cause some trouble down there. Don’t worry I won’t tell.” Muscular could handle himself and he knew that Hana was itching to do something, anything at all. She trusted Muscular not to tell Dabi that she ran off.

“See you round big guy!” Hana took off without a second glance. She ran and lept from the cliff landing on a tall tree. She climbed her way down and landed silently on the ground and then took off sprinting in a random direction.

While Hana was running she smacked into someone that practically came out of no where. She groaned and rolled onto her side and rubbed her head. Blood trickled from a wound caused by her head hitting a rock. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and held the side that took the most damage. She figured it was either badly bruised or worst case, a broken rib.

“I’m sorry are you okay.” A deep panicked voice was heard beside her as a hand was placed on her shoulder. Hana leaned back and sat on her legs before turning to look at the person next to her. Oh fuck. Nonono it can’t be. Hana started mentally panicking and she made eye contact with the one and only Shota Aizawa, the Pro-Hero Eraserhead, and her older brothers best friend.

“I-I’m fine. Just a little bruising.” Hana spoke timidly in hopes to mask her voice and she was glad that the fall had messed up her hair because her jet black locks shielded half of her face.

“You’re bleeding.” Aizawa moved his hand towards her face in an effort to push the hair out of her face to look at the headwound. Hana’s hand flew the the wound and covered it in hopes he wouldn’t move her hair to check on it.

“I’m fine I swear. I need to go.” Hana tried to get to her feet quickly but Aizawa had a hold on her shoulder.

“You’re not fine, that’s a serious cut. You’re going to need stitches. Where are you going? Better question, who are you?” Aizawa‘ grip was firm enough to keep her there but it didn’t hurt. Hana was really starting to panic. She was usually a good liar but she wasn’t a good one when it came to Shota.

“I need to go. They’re coming. It isn’t safe.” Hana took a couple of steps back was able to rip her shoulder from Aizawa’s grasp and put more distance between them. She could tell that Aizawa was confused and that meant he still hadn’t recognized her which was good.

“I know it’s not safe but that’s why you need to come with me! I can get you help. Come with me.” With hands outstretched towards her Aizawa kept approaching her but with every step he took, she took two steps back. She could tell he was starting to get frustrated with her.

“Why won’t you accept my help! I can protect you!”

Those last few words struck a cord in Hana. Anger boiled in the pit of Hana’s stomach and that comment lit a fire in her. Everyone in her life had said that to her and they all treated her like some fragile damsel in distress that had to be saved. But that was not Hana. She was powerful and capable of saving herself and this time she was going to make it known.

“I don’t need your protection Shota. I. Can. Protect. Myself!“ Hana screamed at Aizawa and he went flying into a tree behind him. He fell forward and landed on his hands and feet. Looking up at Hana a look of confusion and fear covered his face.

“Who are you?” He mumbled to himself as he racked his mind of people he knew to try and figure out who she was. He never broke eye contact with her as Hana slowly started moving toward him step by step. She was like a cat about to pounce on her prey.

“I want to know why everyone sees me as some fragile little girl who can’t save herself. You look at me like I’m some-some damsel in distress?! Everyone has always thought it. You, Hizashi, Touya, mom and dad. Everyone sees me as some weak, pathetic, knock off of my older brother when I’m not. Everyone wanted me to be just like him and when I wasn’t, they were disappointed! Well guess what Shota?! I’m not Hizashi and I never will be. I found my voice, and I made something of myself and now I’m here to let the world know and watch you all burn with it.” Hana’s hands were clenched to her sides and she was breathing heavy from yelling at him. Hana had finally snapped and now she was out for blood.

“Hana?.... What have you become? We have all been worried sick. Hizashi is losing his mind looking for you! And you have been with the Leauge the whole time?! I can’t believe this...” Betrayal and confusion were plastered all over Aizawa’s face. He pushed himself off the ground and made it to his feet.

Hana couldn’t help but start laughing at Aizawa. “You-you really think I care about how he’s handled this? He didn’t care before I left, what changed? And don’t tell me he actually cared because I doubt he did. You have no idea how many times I tried to be a good sister, and you have no idea how many times he failed at being a big brother. There we sooo many times I called because I was going through something and he never answered. After a while i gave up. He’s not my brother, he’s a stranger with the same last name.” Hana’s voice cracked as she got emotional about her past. A couple of tears fell down her cheeks as she tried to compose herself.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re wrong about your brother. He cares for you more than you will ever know.”

“He cares for you more than you will ever know.” Hana mimicked Aizawa’s voice back at him.

“How-How did you do that?” Hana could see the fear in his eyes for a split second.

“Shota... I love you.. I have always loved you.” Hana mimicked Hizashi’s voice.

“W-What?! Why would you say that??” Aizawa was baffled and confused. He didn’t know she had this power.

“That’s what you want to hear isn’t it? You have secretly been in love with my brother for years. Did you really think I didn’t know?” Hana laughed manically and started circling Aizawa like he was her prey.

Eraserhead was in shock, completely speechless, and absolutely baffled. For the first time in Aizawa’s life he didn’t know what to do. He had zoned out and couldn’t seem to bring himself to attack her because now that he knew it was Hana he didn’t want to hurt her. He became so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that Hana had walked all the way around him and was behind him now.

“Hana!” He spun around violently with scarf in hand and quirk activated. But she was gone. Hana had slipped away and there was no trace of her or movement in the tree line. She was gone once again.

“Fuck.... Hizashi is going to kill me...”