#a lot of us have just cut ties but a fair number of fans are still grieving
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pick a pile || random things about your future spouse
welcome to my newest pick a pile reading! this reading is some random things about your future spouse/partner, although it can be your next relationship or current relationship if it resonates.
this time, images are inspired by vultures~! images are not mine.
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decks being used:
The Dark Mansion Tarot by Taroteca Studio
Pile 1
Hi pile 1! As I shuffle the cards, I'm feeling quite stubborn energy, the cards were pretty straightforward, and I feel that your future spouse is as well. I heard fixed? They might have some fixed signs in their chart, although I am not keen on astrology. I feel like they're absolutely in love with you! When I saw the first card I went "aww" since the imagery on the four of wands in this deck is so cute and romantic. I feel like they've went through some troubles in their life and they never had expected to be in a loving relationship. The relationships in their family may have been bad and they simply just expected to fall back into the same cycle, but they're so glad that they broke the chain and found you <3. They might have a lot of struggles, they might struggle with depression or something sleep-related like sleep paralysis but they're working through it and they wouldn't let you be affected by it (I'm getting that they don't let people see their struggles? Make sure to check in on them sometimes pile one, they don't open up easily but they'll appreciate your presence). I get a big underlying presence of sadness.
You are their world. You guys may eventually move out from where you are and it'll bring you a lot of abundance, you both will be very happy in the end I'm seeing. They might also be from another country or very well-traveled and they can't wait to share that experience with you.
They might be wearing red when you first meet them or their favorite color is red. Appearance-wise, they might dress very classically and they look well put together. They might thrift for their outfits? Cool, we love someone sustainable! Although I'm feeling it's more that they struggle to find clothes that match them in normal stores. They might be a little bit more eccentric but classy. They might have hair that's light brown or a dirty blonde to reddish, and I'm picking up on freckles and/or moles as well. Also, blue eyes might resonate.
4 might be an important number by the way.
Pile 2
What's up pile 2! I'm feeling super pumped for this reading! Your future spouse seems to be quite radical, quite the positive thinker and your definite cheerleader! If you don't like positive people, you might change your mind with this person because they'll truly make your heart flutter <3. While I was shuffling, I couldn't help but sing! But I feel like this super cute and lovely aura hides something...darker? Not in a bad way, but they might be more serious than you expect them to be!
I'm getting like, positively aggressive? They want to kill the world with kindness and nothing is going to stop them. They're very family oriented and love their family and friends, I'm seeing a very good relationship here with both. They'll do anything for the people they care about, even running someone over with a car!!! To be clear, the imagery I got in my head was some sort of zombie apocalypse where they're driving their friends through a crowd of zombies or something...they might be a SciFi fan lol.
Don't expect them to cut off their family or friends for you though, they love them greatly. They may still be in good ties with their exes or something like that, they're a hard person to hate! But don't expect them to be a pushover. If someone treats them or their friends badly, they will CUT! THEM! OUT! You might hate them at first and then realize that they're actually not that bad. They're a very just person and value fairness to a T.
If you know anything about MBTI, it's giving ENTJ and ENFJ.
Despite always servicing and helping others, they really do love you. Sometimes they need to be dragged back to you or back to home but they're really not trying to hurt you, just let them know what you need!! They might really wear themselves out but for you, you are their rock and place of healing. They love being around you when the world is too much for them to bear because they feel like you'll always be there for them. Remember your boundaries though pile 2, communication is super important. They're hopeless romantics though, they really love you they just don't always have the time to give you everything but they want to give you the world and they hope that if they aren't enough to be your partner then they hope to be enough as friends... aww :,(. They may have had this pattern before but it's just their nature to help people. You might help them with setting better boundaries and not letting themselves get to their breaking point.
Appearance-wise, they may have dark hair (brown to black) with possibly tanned skin. They might be taller, they may have a v in their name, they like apples :)?
Pile 3
hii pile 3 uwu <3
Not sure why I felt like I needed to say it that way, they might talk to you that way as a joke? Both of you sending cute emojis and stuff back in forth and saying "nya" and "uwu" shit as jokes, ya'll are funny lol... it's giving the energy of that one couple who is constantly on each other in middle school, everyone hates them because they're head over heels for each other. The couple post that people post comments of "aww how cute *jumps off a bridge" and shit like that. Sorry, not sure why I keep swearing in this one, seems like two different energies here. That might be how they actually are, they might swear a lot.
Ooooo they're sneakyyyy. I thought I felt ENTP (mbti) vibes at the beginning, you might be stuck with an ENTP or someone just hella sarcastic and funny. Anyways with the sneaky part, they're not sneaky in a bad way, they just always keep you on your toes. They might scare you/play a prank on you randomly one day and then come home with a kitten the next, I have a feeling you guys really like cats for some reason. They're gonna steal your heart (and you're gonna like it >:((), they really like you and you really like them. A stupid (affectionately) match made in heaven. They're an inventor, a thinker, always coming up with new and innovative ideas. You really aspire to be like them, they might be the top of your class or something and you have no idea that they like you. But the are EYEING U UP, READY TO STRIKE !!! Your night in shining armor, your best friend <333 if anyone tries to hurt you they'll beat them up immediately (or go cower in a corner and tell you to fight them yourself... smdh they think they're funny). Also they might be an Aries? Or a Capricorn, I see a ram/goat like creature here, maybe you guys go and do goat yoga or something.
Appearance, they may have long dark hair, facial hair maybe, they like wearing dark colors. I feel like you call them emo as a joke, something like that but they're not and they're just dark or something. Might have a mischievous look to them, they might also be very generous. i also got that they might be a politician uh... they might do underhanded things??? watch out if this is for you LOL don't get involved in dirty shit 🤨. People might think they're a drug dealer???? Is this person playing with me 🤨?? real funny guy.
Pile 4
Greetings, my lovely final pile! This person is giving me very regal vibes, they might be very careful with their words but they always have a lot to say!
They might live by the water, they love ponds. They might be an environmentalist or activist or zoologist. They find comfort in the stillness of the water and the balance of life (woah?), very deep person. You also won't find them in shallow water, both literally and figuratively. They do their shadow work, always improving themselves and their well being. Their body reflects upon the rest of the world so they take great responsibility in being careful with how they express themselves.
This is a vey diferent energy than the last pile for sure. They pull their weight (accidentally typed eight if that resonates), they're an important member of society and they take that very seriously. They might work in construction or some public services area, they are important to their community and they put in a lot of work to make a difference. They may not have a high-paying job but their character reflects more on the people around them, they might be people's favorite person, someone that people absolutely adore. They might be an immigrant, they worked extremely hard to get to where they are and they don't take anything for granted. They have everything they want in life because they put in the work for it. The people in this pile might be older or your fs might be older, they feel very calm and mature <3. You might meet them when you are older also, maybe you were married before and this is a remarriage, take what resonates.
They definitely see the fruits of their labor or will see it soon. If you're looking for someone safe and stable, they are yours. Appearance-wise, lots of grey hair or black hair in these cards. They may have really long hair. Facial hair is also on the cards. and they might have really pale skin, almost ghostly. They may not tan? 🤷🏽
No doubt though, they do love you. They might be initially hesitant to let you in and share their abundance but they'll be glad to let you in once they know that they can trust you. They want to spoil you, they've been waiting their whole lives for someone who they can trust <3.
Finished~
Thank you for reading! Once again if it doesn't resonate, let it go <3 This was a lot longer than my previous reading, and if you'd like to leave a tip or if you'd like to purchase a personal reading (pay what you want), feel free to contact me! Thank you so much once again <3
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Okay. I am on mobile on my lunch break so this is not going to be as robust or organized or beautiful as I’d like but it’s circling around in my head and I want to get it out and get some thoughts/perspective.
I think we are at a crossroads, as a society, about the role of art and commerce and intellectual property and how people get paid. And some of that is tied to an even bigger discussion about the economic model of capitalism in an increasingly post-scarcity world but. Just. To start with just our small corner of the problem.
There are three main ways you can make money: either you perform labor, or you sell a product/service, or you own a thing and charge others for the benefit of using it.
1 - if you do labor, the odds are good that you either are employed by someone in the owning things/selling things sector, or else you also own/sell the thing so you have multiple job roles
2 - owning property is only profitable if other people derive value from it they can’t get elsewhere for free
So, if you are an artist, how are you compensated?
1 - are you paid for your labor?
In my day job, I am paid for my labor. I write a certain number of articles for clients each week and I get paid the same regardless of how those articles perform or what money the firm brings in each week. (If we perform poorly enough I may lose my job, but this is measured in aggregate, not tied to my output).
But this is not how most creatives are paid. Publishers are not giving most of their writers a salary. Moreover, the number of hours it takes to write a single book are so high that it would need to be priced quite high to turn a profit - someone paying an author salary would need to sell a LOT of copies to make this a viable business plan (this does happen - see a lot of franchise work - but it’s unlikely with spec work where demand is not ensured).
2 - Are you paid for your product?
This is the self pub model, the pulp model. You get paid for selling units, so it’s in your interests to sell as many units as possible. In practice, this usually means writing and publishing a LOT because it’s often easier to get 1000 people to buy 10 things than it is to get 10,000 people to buy one thing.
In this model, piracy is disastrous because it cuts into your profits. (The counter argument is that pirates weren’t going to pay for it anyway so you’re not losing money, and the piracy could lead to more marketing by word of mouth - but do we have data to confirm whether that’s true?)
3 - are you paid for your rights?
In a property ownership model, you are paid for your rights - ie, you own the idea, and people pay you to create units that can be sold. This includes traditional publishing (you create the product, the publisher buys it from you in exchange for the profit of selling units) and ancillary publishing efforts (film adaptations etc) which also create units.
This is how the model currently primarily operates - the intellectual property model.
Okay. So here is where this gets muddy.
- Do fanworks infringe upon IP rights in a way that renders the property unprofitable? The argument is that fan works are themselves not for profit so they don’t compete with the original. But fanwork *is* still unpaid usage of IP, and we have examples of people who have used fandom as a launchpad for their own publishing careers. If you built your audience within a fandom, do you owe anything to the original creator?
- If we agree that a fanfic with its serial numbers filed off is fair game and thus not infringing on any rights/subject to payment to the IP rights holder, does the same hold true for AI trained on the IP? If you use a data set from a particular IP to train an AI that creates wholly original but undeniably similar work, are you infringing upon those rights and do you owe compensation to the IP holder?
I don’t know the answer to this but I think we need to figure it out, and fast.
There are other emerging models that I think bear consideration, too:
- the patronage (or subscription) model, which (can be) hybridizes the “labor” and “goods” option: you’re paid a specified salary by a collective of patrons who in exchange get an agreed upon product.
- the freemium model, where the product is free but you profit off various ancillary units (ie, merch, subscription) - currently popularized in podcasting. This is intriguing, but requires a substantial audience buy-in to turn a profit (or else a high margin, and there are questions at that point as to who else’s labor your profiting on)
There’s also the “advertising” model, or sponsorship, wherein you’re paid per impression by a marketing company - in effect turning the audience into the “units” being sold. See: YouTube.
So okay.
The question becomes.
As a consumer, which option becomes most palatable? What are you paying for when you buy a thing? If you are not willing to pay for a thing, and consume either pirated or fan work instead, are you OK with the effect this has on smaller creators? (Ie, Disney can survive piracy due to a higher volume of units and wider reach than a small time indie author). (If your argument is that you only pirate big corps, cool - but if you also consume fan work of big properties instead of paying for small original authors, that is also a choice that affects the market).
In my opinion I think we are at a place where there are more people who want to create art than there are people who want to pay for it, and a lot of people have found profit by marketing services to those creators instead. But it seems very suspicious to me that we could be in a place of such low demand while simultaneously seeing such enormous profits given to certain platforms. Because it sure seems like what’s happened is a handful of corporations bought up IP for pennies (because it’s still more money than individual creators can get selling their units)….and then turned around and are making enormous profits as the owners of exclusive platforms and franchises.
Creators are supposed to be in the property ownership game but they’ve lost it to mega corps.
Anyway. I don’t know if any of this is making sense. But it’s what I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.
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Saw your posts about giving negator powers to one piece characters and I loved it! They were so many creative uses of Canon ones and also ones you made yourself, I wish I could do so many.
(Also as an epithet erased fan, I imagined what characters I could give a negator and I choose to give Giovanni one i called Unloyal, which make anyone betray what they care about the most, which caused all of Giovanni minions to try to kill each other and him when it manifested. Because I like angst and tragedy.)
The realization that I didn't give a single thought to how the One Piece Negators would have experienced tragedy like those from UU proper
Honestly that's very like me, I'm not too interested in writing angst myself, but that's absolutely fair
If I were trying to write Epithet Negators, I probably would have tried to find a way to incorporate soup into Giovanni's Rule, like...Unclean, allowing the user to generate unclean materials. In Giovanni’s case, when he thinks “unclean” he thinks stains, and nothing stains like soup, so he can conjure and manipulate soup, that sort of thing
I do see your point, the tragedy of Giovanni’s boys turning on him is much more in line with how Tozuka would make a character suffer, that’s just not how I like to approach things
To me, an Epithet is much more in line with a Rule while something like, say, Giovanni’s special skill for landing a critical hit every 13th attack would be something more akin to an Artifact, likely tied to his Soul Slugger Doom Bat. Let’s call it...Bad News Bears, that’s a baseball movie!
Alternatively, his critical hits could be his Rule, either as a reinterpretation of Unluck (because of the 13 hits rule) or Unendurable (his attacks cannot be endured and he severely injured someone in a baseball accident), and his Artifact is...Duck Soup! Since it’s a silly ability, it should be named after a comedy, and it allows him to conjure a healing broth that he weaponizes by making it into Soup That is Too Hot with Unendurable
There’s really a shocking number of ways you can make this go considering how radically different the Epithet and Rule frameworks are
Let’s see how far I can take this...
Molly, Unintelligent - negates intelligence in a target; Artifact A Quiet Place creates a no sound zone
Giovanni, Unclean - negates cleanliness by manifesting dirty materials, which Giovanni interprets as staining soup; Artifact Bad News Bears deals extreme damage every 13 hits
Mera, Unsubstantial - negates the substance of a target, making it frail and weak; alternatively, Unhealthy and compensates with the Artifact Wreckfest to make others as fragile as she is
Indus, Untouchable - barrier
Sylvie, Unwaking - negates wakefulness in targets; Artifact Requiem for a Dream manifests dreams
Percy, Unguard - using her Real Ass God Damn Sword, Percy is able to cut through anything; Artifact Two Towers allows her to construct spires with various magical abilities
Ramsey, Untarnished - turns objects to gold so that they cannot rust or decay
Zora, Untimely - negates the current state of an object by moving it through its own timeline, into the past or future; Artifact The Good, The Bad and The Ugly allows her to fire her own energy as projectiles rather than using ammo
Maybe there’s better ways I could have gone about it, but this is the best way I could think of to accurately recreate the Epithets within the framework of Undead Unluck. I’m sure these could be used to create tragedies akin to those in UU, but the story of Epithet Erased is so different that it kind of feels artificial to me to inject tragedies that aren’t already there
Either way, thanks for giving me the excuse to dive down this rabbit hole, it was a lot of fun!
#epithet erased#undead unluck#fandom negators#epithet negators#asks#clueless-rarito#fouryearsandananime
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the best relationship advice i could give
I've been in a relationship with my best friend for almost 10 years now and have gained so much wisdom from it - and the number one question I get is "How do you guys manage?" or some people say "I want a Glen!" or "I want what you guys have."
Well let me tell you - I didn't always have a Glen. My first relationship caused me so much pain and trauma that I bet the universe said "Let's cut her some slack and match her up with someone who will make her happy for once." And you know what? They finally did!
As much as we seem so happy on the outside together, there are times where we drive each other crazy and make one another upset, but we're both fortunate enough to be with someone who makes us happy and feel loved all the time while never leaving the honeymoon phase after all these years. At the end of the day, we're just lucky that we never get tired of each other's presence, and the fact that we could look at each other and just smile and not say anything at all but still laugh says a whole lot. Ten years of endless smiles and laughter and now we're getting married in May.
If you ask me, I think it's important to be with someone who you call your best friend. When you're with someone who you're ONLY attracted to and have lustful feelings toward or have barely anything in common with, chances are that you'll burn each other out and just call it quits because there's no spark. You don't have to have EVERYTHING in common with your partner - just as long as there's loyalty and feelings of warmth and love, by all means you're in the clear. For example, I'm into horror movies (Glen's not into horror movies) and Glen loves Star Wars (whereas I'm not much of a Star Wars fan except for Rogue One), but we're still happy! But I mean, other than that we basically have everything else in common - so that's a plus.
Loyalty and trust can either make or break a relationship. I know so many people have different opinions on this topic - where as if your partner still follows or likes posts of their ex or someone they used to be involved with and if it makes you uncomfortable, what would you do? Some people would tell their partner that they're bothered by this and their partner would calmly offer to block or unfollow said person, or their partner would have a fit and try to think of as many reasons to not block or unfollow or stop liking said person's posts due to narcissistic behavior. What do you think is the right response? I'll leave that up to you.
As for my relationship, if anything bothers either of us, we communicate and talk it out - which is what every person in a relationship SHOULD do. When you sweep things under the rug and let them bubble, the outcome you're going to get is NOT going to be pretty and you both won't be able to talk with a clear, calm head. If your partner or you are uncomfortable with anything that has been said or done, it's important to reach out so that you can come up with a healthy solution that works for both of you. For example, if someone was CLEARLY constantly hitting on your partner repeatedly and it made YOU feel some type of way and you express your feelings to them, they should respect your feelings and cut ties with them - no questions asked - because they care about YOU and WANT to put YOU first because YOU are their priority. There are some cases in where some partners are overbearing and are just possessive in general, but that's a whole other story!
And listen "ladies," I understand we all want to be treated like princesses and all that, but please do not expect your partner to pay for you at all times. It's disrespectful and your partner is human too and deserves to be spoiled by you as well. I think it's fair to take turns when paying the bill or going shopping and whatnot, and when you live together, splitting up the chores definitely keeps a healthy, happy household.
Green flags in relationships:
Open communication
Both of you are honest and trust each other
You validate each other's feelings
You're able to share and feel safe with one another
Overall just enjoy being around them
You're comfortable introducing them to your friends/family
You see yourselves growing together
You share morals and core values
Your future goals align with each other (marriage, children, pets, etc.)
Red flags in relationships:
Constantly catching your partner being dishonest
Being constantly put down
Not wanting to compromise
Shutting down or running away from difficult discussions
Possessive behavior and excessive jealousy
Being passive-aggressive or blaming when trying to communicate
Your partner has no friends/difficulty keeping relationships with people (#1 red flag!!!)
Both you or your partner have or show no support for the relationship
Now, even with all of the information I have given you, it's important that you know that finding the right person is a gamble. Some people find the right person right away, and some people take a little while longer, especially when searching for dates and having high standards. I tell this to everyone who asks me for relationship advice: stop searching for someone and let them come to you. As cheesy as it sounds, good things come to those who wait. So please, be patient and the right person will come along. They always do.
Even if you're a shithead.
- Sabrina :-)
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❄️Todoroki HC's🔥
Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.
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General
Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.
He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.
He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.
Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?
Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.
Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.
Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.
He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.
He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.
Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.
Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.
Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.
This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.
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Dating
A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.
Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.
Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.
Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.
Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.
He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.
STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.
Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.
Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.
He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!
The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.
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Icy-Hot
I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.
If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.
Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?
Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.
Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).
His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.
Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.
Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.
His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.
#todoroki shouto#todoroki x you#todoroki x reader#todoroki x y/n#gender neutral reader#todoroki headcanons#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#smut#fred writes#bnha#mha
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Cutthroat Kitchen | Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Summary: You make an offhand remark about Tom’s Bolognese and now you are standing your kitchen ready to battle. Perhaps even to the death. Over pasta.
Warnings: Fluff
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Tom was so engrossed with the pan he didn’t even notice the front door open or your keys clink in the ceramic dish in the foyer. He also didn’t hear you greet him as you reached the kitchen doorway.
“Tom!” you boomed as he lifted a spoon to sample his sauce.
He fumbled the spoon, sending sauce everywhere, mostly onto Tom’s glasses. The spoon clattered on the ground as Tom spun to face you, splattered face and all.
“Darling…” his voice terse as he removed his glasses to clean. “… a little warning would be nice.”
You covered your mouth to suppress the laughter bubbling up. “And miss the great Tom Hiddleston covered in…” you leaned in and kissed his cheek, getting some sauce on your lips. You licked your lips. “… Bolognese sauce. Not a chance. But for your information, I did announce myself, you just didn’t hear me, Gordon Ramsey.”
“You know I take my Bolognese seriously. I get into a zone. Now unless you have something else…” He gestured towards the pan.
You raised your hands in defeat. “I will leave you to work.” You gave him one more quick peck on the cheek, before snagging a piece of bread.
Tom swatted your butt with a towel as you hustled out of the kitchen. You busied yourself entertaining Bobby while Tom finished up dinner.
“It looks divine, darling.” you complimented as Tom placed a steaming plate of pasta in front of you.
“Thank you, dear. I love spoiling you.”
“Spoken like a good husband.” you smiled as you tucked in.
After too much wine and too much food, you cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.
“Must you always make such a mess when you cook?” you sighed as you scrubbed the third pan of the evening.
“We must never question the creative process.” Tom dried the plates, replacing them in the cupboard. “How was the Bolognese?”
“Passable.” you muttered, finishing up the last spoon, wiping your hands on a towel.
“Passable?!” Tom cried. “What happened to divine?”
“I said it looked divine.” you corrected him. “But I have made better.” You walked away, swaying your hips.
Tom used his long legs to his advantage to cut you off in the living room. You stopped in your tracks, smirking. Tom smiled back, knowing damn well what you were doing.
“Is that a challenge, darling?” His eyes twinkled.
“Perhaps?”
“How do you suggest we settle this?”
“I might have an idea or two.” You raise an eyebrow.
“By all means, let’s hear it.”
The two of you settled on the couch, Bobby under foot, to discuss the particulars.
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Two Weeks Later
“Are the two of you really going to go through with this?” Benedict questioned as he faced the two of you.
You tighten the strings on your apron and glanced over at Tom, who cracked his knuckles.
“Positive, Ben.” Tom answered. “Now read what’s on the paper.”
Ben sighed. “How am I friends with two such ridiculously competitive people?”
“Sheer luck. Now read.”
“Fine. The two competitors shall have one hour to cook and plate their dishes. They are allowed to use anything in the fridge or pantry, including any previously prepared components. No stealing ingredients or components previously prepared by the competitor… Would either of you honestly steal from each other. You are married!”
“I wouldn’t.” You shot a knowing glare towards Tom. His eyes widened in mock shock.
“I have never—”
“Turks and Caicos, three years ago. Should I go into more details?” you countered.
“There’s a story I must find out about.” Sophie piped up.
“Et tu, Sophie?” Tom whined.
She only giggled in response.
“Can I continue with this ridiculous exercise?” Ben scoffed.
“Please.” Both of you responded.
“As I was saying… The finished dishes will be judged on taste and appearance via blind taste tasting by our two judges.” Ben gestured to himself and Sophie. “Any ties will result in a sudden death cook off.”
You made a “I’m watching you” motion towards Tom who pretended to slit his throat with his finger. Benedict rolled his eyes.
“Total drama queens, the lot of you. On your marks… get set… COOK!”
You threw your shoulder into Tom on the way to the fridge. He skidded off balance, and you opened it up first.
“No body checking!” Tom hollered, using his wingspan to reach over you.
“All’s fair in love and war, honey!”
You claimed a spot on the counter next to the stove and unwrapped your pasta dough.
Tom sneaked a glance on your side of the kitchen.
“Did you make your pasta dough?”
“I did.” You spied boxed pasta on his side. “Oh, you didn’t!” you feigned surprise. “Shame.”
Tom drew a breath in through his teeth, hissing. “Dirty pool.”
“Just taking every advantage. It isn’t my fault you have only three recipes in your repertoire.”
You ran the dough through the machine once, twice, and continued until a long thin strip of pasta dough formed. You tossed it on the floured counter. You filled a pot with water and turned it on while you heated another pan, placing a stick of butter in there.
Tom set about making some sort of red sauce.
“Making your stand by Bolognese? Predictable.”
“Keep your eyes…” Tom turned you to face your own food. “… to yourself, darling.” He kissed your cheek before returning to his sauce.
“Party pooper.”
“I want to win.”
“And I don’t?!”
“If you want to win, keep an eye on your butter.” Tom poked a spoon towards your pan.
“Shit!” You pulled it off the burner and were relieved to see the butter only browned and not burned. You turned the heat down and replaced the pan, adding some chopped garlic.
In a small bowl, you whipped up the cheese filling for your ravioli. You got the raviolis formed and dropped them into the water. You added some fresh sage leaves to the butter and turned the heat down. As you pulled the raviolis out of the water, you tossed them into the butter mixture. Tom cursed as he shook his hand.
“That pan is hot, honey.”
“Well aware, darling. My fingers can attest to that.”
“2 minutes!” Benedict yelled from the living room.
Both you and Tom picked up the speed, furiously plating up the dishes. You were just grating a bit of fresh nutmeg as Benedict yelled “Time!”
Tom moved to place the plate on the table behind the number 1.
“That’s not Bolognese?!” you exclaimed. “You only know how to make Bolognese!”
Tom smirked as you placed your own plate behind number 2. Both of you had previously typed out descriptions of your dishes. “I can be taught, darling. Bold of you to assume you were the only who prepared for this.”
“I’ll remember that you can be taught the next spring cleaning day and you are suddenly incapable of throwing away a single article of clothing.”
“Stay away from my running shorts.” Tom pointed a finger at you.
“Lover’s spat?” Benedict joked as him and Sophie walked in.
“She wants to throw away my favorite running shorts.” Tom explained.
“Good. They are ghastly. All those holes, you look like a bum.” Sophie piped up.
“Is that what happened to my favorite t-shirt?” Ben questioned, staring daggers at Sophie.
“When do we get to eat pasta?” Sophie changed the subject.
“We are not done with this.” Ben jabbed a finger towards his wife.
“First up, we have a Fra Diavolo with seafood.” Benedict recited from the piece of paper.
Sophie and him loaded up their forks with Tom’s pasta. They both chewed thoughtfully.
“Good spice.” Sophie commented in between bites. “But some of the seafood is not cooked all the way.”
You resisted the urge to smile. They moved on to your dish. “This is cheese ravioli with a browned butter sauce and frizzled sage.”
“Fancy.” Benedict commented.
“Show off.” Tom muttered.
“Shh!” you hushed him.
Sophie caught your eye and smiled. The ravioli sliced perfectly with their forks.
“The filling is smooth.” Benedict commented. “The browned butter tastes almost burned, however. And I am not much of a fan of sage.”
Tom stifled a chuckle, covering it with a cough. You noticed a knowing glance between Ben and Tom.
“Allow us to deliberate.” Sophie commented, and she pulled Benedict out of earshot.
With all your weight, you shoved Tom in the side. “Way to give it away!”
Tom punched you playfully in the arm. “You were not much better, my dear. And don’t think I didn’t see that look between you and Soph. Trying to influence the judges, you should be ashamed.”
“Hello pot, meet kettle! You and Ben were practically telegraphing your insidious plan to throw this competition in your favor.”
Tom clutched his chest. “You wound me to think I would stoop so low as to throw a contest.”
“I do think so. You hate to lose. Even in a cooking competition against your wife.”
Tom protested more, but Benedict cleared his throat.
“We have made a decision.”
Your stomach jumped into your throat.
And the winner is…” Sophie continued Ben’s thought, her hands hovered between both plates. “… number 2!”
You threw your hands in the air and jumped around.
“YES!! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you squealed.
Tom’s head dropped to his chest.
“Winner, winner, winner!” you chanted. “Loser!” you pointed towards Tom.
“Thanks a lot, Ben!” Tom groused. “I thought we had a deal!”
“You did cheat!”
“Tried to cheat. It didn’t work!”
“Sophie threatened me.” Ben deadpanned.
“Are you scared of your wife?” Tom questioned.
“Absolutely. I’m also scared of your wife. She punches.”
“Excellent point.” Tom turned to you, and smiled one of his killer smiles. “Now…” You glared down as his arm wrapped around your waist. “… about the terms of this contest?”
You smiled back up at him, running your hand across the stubble on his chin.
“Remember those running shorts?”
Tom’s eyes widened before his brows furrowed. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try and catch me!” you screamed as you went full speed towards the bedroom. Tom followed, gaining on you with each step.
“We’ll just see ourselves out!” Benedict called out as Sophie collapsed into giggles on the sofa. “Drama queens the lot of them.”
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston imagine#tom hiddleston fluff
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This ask is critical of parts of the jonsa fandom, so I’m putting it under the cut.
I think all of us want Sansa to experience a loving relationship, anon, but people were very hurt by Jon’s actions in s7. For some fans, it was almost like Jon cheated on Sansa because the political/personal was so conflated. How D&D wrote Sansa being upset by the idea of Jon marrying in s7 and jealous of Dany in s8 feeds into the personal grievance idea, that Sansa could intellectually understand the need for dragons and armies but that Jon broke her heart. So, the desire for Sansa to have sex with someone—anyone— might be about leveling the playing field rather than a genuine, “this would be healthy and wise.” There’s an idea of fairness that’s present in a lot of romances. GoT did this by having Tormund infatuated with Brienne. Jaime had another relationship, so giving Brienne the option of one made it feel equal. After s8, a lot of people stopped shipping jonsa altogether or only read AUs because after Jon’s behavior, they didn’t want him near Sansa, but for others, they still want them together, they just don’t want Sansa to be with Jon without that “balance” that we’ve been trained to expect in romances. I didn’t see Jonsas go for the pedoships, but I know a lot of people thought she needed to develop relations with Dorne when they saw the prince in the finale.
But, the bigger issue is that a lot of us were reacting to what it felt like D&D were saying. D&D chose to write into her story rape and torture, and as a result, a lot of show Sansa fans were particularly invested in her having consensual sex to tell us that she had healed, had agency, and would be happy. I am shocked that D&D gave her rape plot (not hers in the books) and didn’t give her a romance. The fact that they shoehorned in sex scenes for two other couples in s8 even though Sansa’s arc was much more tightly tied to marriage, motherhood, and she will (by the rules of the world) have to have children to carry on the Stark line and rule after her, confounds me. I know there were non Jonsas commenting on how wrong it felt that Sansa was the only main character who didn’t get a romance, and it was adding insult to injury that the show seemed to say she never would. That’s profoundly upsetting (and gross) for a number of reasons. I doubt it would be anyone’s ideal that she just fuck a random soldier, but at the same time, it is offensive that D&D treated her the way they did and then seemed to seal her off from love/sex/marriage permanently with their “last of the Starks” bs. I can easily see why someone might exclaim in frustration/rage, “they could have at least given her consensual sex once! It doesn’t matter with who!” We were all pretty overwrought after the finale, so I may have even reblogged something like that myself even though I love sentimental romances, and that’s what I envision for Sansa. But, everyone comes up with different headcanons to help them cope with what we got. It’s all we can do.
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Camia NSFW Headcanons
It’s wlw hours (though when is it not) so @valhallanrose @asras3rdeye @saltybitterss @hirodraggg here you go!
Also @nadiaportia as the biggest Camia fan I hope you enjoy this
Minors Do Not Interact, thank you—spice under the cut
Camia is the biggest goddamn lesbian (nonbinary people included, but like Jamil leans towards masc-presenting, she leans towards femme)
If you come up to her and say you want to fuck, she might grin and ask if you know what you’re getting yourself into
You don't have to be that forward, she can usually tell when someone is into her—listen, she’s hot and she knows it
If you want to hint that you want to go to bed with her, focus attention on her hands, holding them, playing with her fingers, maybe kiss her fingertips or knuckles
She is a dominant top, point-blank and period
Not a “touch-me-not” but she does prefer to be doing most of the work
Can make you think you’re leading, but she’s really just waiting for the best moment to take over—she thinks it’s cute that you think you could ever dom over her
If she’s letting you give, just focus on clitoral stimulation, she’s not the biggest fan of penetration unless its your tongue
While she’s always domming, the level of intensity shifts
She can be a soft dom, just gently taking the reins, or she can be a very hard dom with strict instructions and rules
The key is communicating what you want early on—she would never want to make someone uncomfortable
Queen of toys
She had to be very creative about where she hid them at the shop, but now she has an entire chest of toys at her hut
This chest includes, but is not limited to: vibrators (magically enhanced from the Red Market), strap-ons (in multiple shapes, sizes, materials, colors, etc.), butt plugs, nipple clamps, blindfolds, bondage restraints, crops, and the list goes on from there
She never feels like she has to use any toys, she can definitely just make any partner orgasm from her hands alone, but she thinks they’re a lot of fun anyway
If she’s being soft and using toys, she has soft restraints, like fuzzy handcuffs, velvet blindfolds, or silk ribbons, and she’ll pamper you—maybe with a nice massage
Very compliment-heavy, she thinks you look so good tied up and she’ll tell you so
Her voice is always very calming and smooth, no matter what she’s doing it barely changes
If she’s being a hard dom and using toys, they’re gonna be leather, always
And she’ll pull out all the stops if you want them, nothing phases her
Prefers to use toys for impact play, she doesn’t want to slap her partner or anything with her hands, but crops/whips/paddles are all fair game
Her voice stays the same whether she’s going hard or soft, only changes if you’re doing a particularly rough scene or role-play
Number 1 brat tamer (besides Jamil; they’re tied)
She is strict as fuck and does not bend for a second with the squirmiest, whiniest, partners—absolutely no exception, no amount of tears will make her crack
If your safe word, or drop object or what have you doesn’t make an appearance, she will move right along
If she told you not to move, not to make a sound, and you do? She can and will stop cold, until she thinks you’ve earned her attention again—will you be good for me, baby, or do I have to leave you like this?
She is quiet during sex, you’re not going to get more than some low moans and gasps from her, but don’t think for a second that she’s not enjoying herself
Alright *rolls sleeves* kink list
Some of these overlap but I’m just listing things off the top of my head—and this is by no means a complete list
BDSM, impact play, pet play (mostly just orders, not much further), primal (predator) mutual masturbation, sensation play/deprivation, mirror sex
Again, like with toys, she doesn’t need to be engaging in any of these kinks to have a good time, she just thinks they’re fun
She is up to discuss anything, very open to new kinks, concepts, scenarios
DO NOT: try to pin her arms or wrists (you can hold her hands), try to take her scarf off (if she’s comfortable with you, fine, but one night stands are going to have to deal with it on), ask her to use her magic during sex (it’s just not going to happen)
She’s fine with temperature play, but more like wax or ice cubes, she would never use her hands or her flames
As with Alec and Jamil, please don’t mention them (or Leon) while you’re having sex, thank you
She really likes to call her partner “princess,” “baby girl,” “doll,” amongst other things
You can call her whatever—she’s not particular, and she doesn’t even mind “bitch,” because she can be one and if you’re being a brat, she wants you to lash out (finds it very cute)
Call her “mommy” if that’s your thing, she doesn’t mind either way, but a preferred title is definitely “ma’am” or even “mistress” if you’re doing a scene
She is very very good at aftercare—you did such a good job after all, let her pamper you
Likes to take baths together, or just wipe you down while you recover, always has your favorite snack/drink/whatever ready and handy
She will cuddle after sex, help tuck you in for a nap, or talk if you want, though she’d rather listen to you as much as possible
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City Corner Part 6 (FINAL PART)
Mob/Mafia!AU Series
City Corner Masterlist
Leonardo DiCaprio x reader, Jodie Comer, Tim Roth, Timothee Chalamet, Dacre Montgomrey, Natalia Dyer, Saoirse Ronan, Lana Del Rey, Hugh Grant are also included
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Gambling, mentions of addiction, alcohol, insinuations to smut, cuss words, overall mafia themes
Author’s Note: I LOVED THIS! I loved writing every part and I loved how it ended and my whole heart went into this and I wish more people read it but like i’m glad someone does you know. I really think that it’s my best work. I still can’t believe i didn’t cast robert de niro but thats fine. I hope to do something along the lines of this in the future again because I had so much fun with this so i really really hope you guys enjoy. Also Tim Roth I love you it just turned this way I’m sorry boo
Summary: Tim confronts everyone at the pizzeria and things wrap up.
Genre: mafia, which is now a genre
Song; when it wrapped up and everyone was leaving i imagines ‘bust your knee caps’ by pompalamoose playing
(not my gifs)
“I don’t know if we’re in the clear,” Leo muttered, looking out the window of Hugh’s apartment. There was something about the way he said that that made you nervous but your mind kept going back to everyone down there. You had been in the neutral so long that you couldn’t think of being anything different. But you figured you would need to break that at some point, even if it strained your relationship with Leo. Whatever relationship it was.
“Let’s go to the pizzeria.”
Hugh and Leo turned to look at you like you were insane. You sat on the couch, your legs spread a little, elbows on your knees. You sat up, leaning against the back of Hugh’s raggedy old couch.
“Are you mad?” Hugh asked. Leo nodded, walking toward you. His hand raised a little bit as he started to talk.
“He’s right. Whoever he is.”
“I already introduced you.”
“That isn’t the point. We can’t go out there unless we want to die.” You shook your head and made sure that you didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to die but you did want to be a part of something and you knew if you were going to be a part of anything in the corner it was going to be whatever happened in the pizzeria or the casino. You’d bet money on the pizzeria at least to go and see where the Firths stood.
“We have to go down there Leo. We can’t be in the middle of this anymore, I can’t be here. I need to make sure that this ends tonight or that I die trying to make it end. You can come with me if you want but I’m going with or without you.”
Leo shook his head, looking out the window exasperated. You glanced between him and Hugh and when neither of them said anything you made for the door. As you opened it Leo spoke.
“I’ll go.”
He pulled his gun out of his waistband and checked the bullets quickly before walking toward you. You nodded and glanced at Hugh, giving him a nod before turning away.
“I’m going too.” You raised your eyebrow, turning around slowly to look at him.
“Hugh this isn’t your fight.”
“From what you just said, it isn’t yours either.”
You couldn’t argue with that so you just walked down to the pizzeria together. You quickly showed Hugh how to use the extra gun in your pocket and you loaded the one under your dress.
You walked in, catching the eye of Dacre and Natalia who were behind the counter, talking furiously.
“We’re closed!” they yelled in unison.
“One pizza?” you asked. They turned to look at you, surprised that you had been there at all, let alone flanked by Leo and Hugh whom they had only met once.
“What are you doing here?” Nat asked. You shrugged, walking up to the counter.
“Finishing what should be finished.” They looked you in the eye and then looked between the two guys who were with you. They nodded.
“Okay.”
Just after Dacre finished saying that Jodie burst into the pizzeria, out of breath, hair disheveled.
“Jodie?” Dacre whispered. He was surprised to see her again and figured this was a trap to get them to comply. Send her in, knowing she had gotten close to him.
Jodie on the other hand had made up her mind. She didn’t like being with her father. She didn’t enjoy the world that she was having to do but above all she knew that it could change. That she could change. That she could change it.
“My father is on his way. He’s coming alone, he’s nearly here.”
You and everyone took in the information and nodded. Dacre walked over and grabbed her arm.
“If you’re fucking with me it’ll be the last thing you do.”
“You sure know how to charm a girl.”
Jodie walked beside the small group of people and pulled out a gun of her own. Her and Leo glanced at each other and there was a look of recognition and understanding. Jodie knew you were there and that was that. Not seconds later did Tim come in the door.
Tim had thought he was coming to kill the girl who killed his daughter and maybe her brothers. There were more people there than expected but he tried not to be daunted. A gun in hand he stood by the door.
“Listen-”
He starts but he is quickly cut off by the raining of bullets that came down on him by every person in the room.
Natalia and Dacre, for their father.
Jodie for her sister, for her life.
Leo for his freedom.
You for yourself. For your ability to choose a side, to choose your side. To finish it.
Hugh because he was exhausted from the crime on his corner and he figured he probably should.
As the noise of the gun shots slowed there was a ding of the bell above the door. Lana stepped in and shot Tim in the head once. Because she could.
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It was not a gloomy day the day of the funeral. It’s how Jake would have wanted it. The sun up and everyone there trying hard to ignore the obvious lack of tension between the people there. There were people from all around the corner. The smaller businesses, the people who had no idea what was going on in the corner. Everyone liked his bar.
All the guys liked him.
All the girls wanted to or had slept with him.
His funeral was the day after Margots which was much attended. There was a big group of them, Colin and Tim having theirs earlier that week mostly to say good riddance. But everyone showed up to Jakes.
All the ties had been broken, the blood fights that had lasted for as long as the kids could remember.
Everyone looked over the casket, fancy black outfits littering the cemetery.
Saoirse and Timothee were the only two not in attendance. You had gotten a letter from her, saying that she had told Timothee she hated men and that he told her that was fair. They were gone the second they saw Jake’s body.
You didn’t blame them. You also figured she would be back. Whether her and Timothee knew what they were doing or not, you trusted they would figure it out.
Natalia had gotten a letter from her brother a day before the funeral. She herself had left the second she learned Colin was dead. She came back for the funeral, her brother's letter still in her jacket pocket. She had decided to pursue her dreams in ballet. Dacre was fully supportive of this and knew that it would be easier for her out there then it would be for her at the pizzeria although he promised she would always have a place there. Even at the funeral, she had her ballet slippers in the bag by her side.
As for Lana, she stayed around her job. She was a freelancer and that wouldn’t change but she had picked up a new job as the owner of Jake’s bar. She liked him as she told her brother and promised him that she would make it better than it was. Run it the way she thought her friend would. Also it was fun to be able to be around everyone, knowing they knew how many people she had killed. It was simple like that but so far, the people's vote was that she was good at her job.
Hugh, while at the funeral because he felt an inkling of guilt, moved out of his apartment and out of the city entirely. Even if he did leave Jodie and Dacre his number and you of course but he figured he would rarely see you after the funeral. His life was different. He didn’t belong there. No matter how much he would miss you drunkenly coming to his door.
Jodie took up the casino, against her better judgement. Dacre had taken over the pizzeria and she knew that she would be able to work with him, in more ways than one. By bringing together the two biggest businesses on the corner they were able to be stronger than ever. The stigma between the two families was gone. Three years after they met they married. It was a small ceremony but Jodie got her happy ending. Dacre got his girl. Everyone in the pizzeria the night Jodie's father was killed attended and they even got a RSVP from Timothee and Saoirse although they didn’t show. They did send a nice gift though.
As for you, you got your Leo. You were finally able to support both families and you even handled a lot of their finances. You held your position of power and you got the guy you liked whose sister was the biggest hitman in the country. It was the simplest thing that you could think of but also the most perfect. You were able to walk between the pizzeria and the casino freely and you and Leo were happy in your dingy apartment you shared. You attended Jodie's wedding and she attended yours with Leo. In some twisted way you were both sure this was how it was meant to end.
Hugh was the first to walk back to his car, away from Jakes’ body. He drove off and you all listened to it as he went.
After that, Natalia. She was going to miss practice and she was never a fan of that. She got into her fancy car and drove off.
One by one, every person left.
Lana, then Jodie and Dacre.
Eventually Leo wrapped his arm around your waist and you nodded, pushing your large black sunglasses onto your head.
You turned and he got into the driver's seat of his car. You watched the cemetery fade from view.
Soon you were back in the city corner. It shown with bright sparkling lights from the slot machines and the apartment windows and teh restaurants.
The corner of any city was never quiet.
The city never sleeps.
#Leonardo DiCaprio x reader#Jodie comer#tim roth#timothee chalamet#saorise ronan#lana del rey#hugh grant
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One of these days I’ll remember to crosspost all these chapters. Anyway here’s Chat and Rena bonding
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Adrien awoke to the sound of the shower running.
“Nngh… Plagg?” He mumbled, only to remember that he’d slept transformed. Ladybug’s handmade masks were great, but his tended to slip off his face if he turned over in his sleep. The last thing he wanted was for her to pay an early-morning visit and discover his identity.
Not that Ladybug ever visited their secret base in the mornings. But he kept hoping anyway.
The water was still running. Had the metal plate behind the colander come unlatched? It was more reliable than the plunger they’d originally installed, but it could still be finicky.
He stretched before rolling off the couch. If the shower had turned on by accident, he’d better fix it before all their water ran out. Ladybug didn’t want to use Longg’s powers more often than necessary.
He shuffled over to the bathroom door and—
“Hey, creep! What’s your problem?”
Adrien jumped back and blinked, and his eyes finally focused on the orange fox hovering in front of his face.
“Trixx?”
“Duh. Why are trying to barge in on my holder? Didn’t anyone ever teach you to knock?”
“Wh—I didn’t know she was here,” he said honestly. “What’s Rena doing here at” —he checked the clock on the microwave Carapace had bought— “five in the morning?”
“Plumbing maintenance at my apartment,” Rena’s voice filtered through the door over the sound of running water. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“Er, uh—sorry!” He backed away from the door and parked himself on the couch again. Somehow he hadn’t thought through the implications of having a shower in the base. Sure, he’d used it several times—but more often than not, he was the only one here. It felt weird to be sharing the space with Rena Rouge, who he still didn’t know that well. LIke suddenly getting a new roommate.
He’d never had a roommate before.
He shouldn’t complain—he’d come here because there was a chance he’d have company. Even when he didn’t, the underground base felt more alive than his sterile apartment, with its grey-washed walls and decor supplied by his father’s new interior design line. As if his living space was just another walk-in advertisement.
Besides, this was where he’d left his Switch.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Trixx asked, spinning circles around Adrien’s head. “You homeless or something?”
“What? No.” He shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness.
“Huh. Rena and Ladybug think you are. Since you’re always here.”
His cheeks flushed. They’d talked about him? It was almost sweet that they worried.
“Plus, you’re always buying fancy stuff, like your video games, and the expensive take out boxes you always leave in the trash, and the shampoo that smells like roses—”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
“—I mean, it would make sense, if you blew all your money and ended up on the streets. Or under them, I guess.” Trixx shrugged.
The kwami had a point. Maybe Adrien should curtail his spending if he didn’t want to give away his identity.
“It’s nothing like that. I just get take out a lot because I’m not much of a cook.”
“Finally, something the amazing Chat Noir is bad at.” The door opened, revealing Rena Rouge in ripped jeans and a denim jacket with an Anansi logo sewn over the shoulder. Huh. He’d never pegged her as an MMA fan. Her hair was still wrapped up in a black towel, but she’d slipped her mask on over it.
“I keep meaning to learn,” he said.
Marinette would probably be willing to teach him, but she was always busy with classes or projects. Nino had practically called him a lost cause after he’d managed to burn a grilled cheese. He knew Alya was an amazing cook, but he worried a little about how incompetent he’d look next to her.
“Then today’s your lucky day.” Rena smiled, spinning a spatula around her finger.
“You—you’d do that?” Adrien perched on his knees, crossing his arms over the back of the couch.
“Why not? You’re afraid you’ll burn the base down?”
He probably wouldn’t. At least the walls were solid stone, and there weren’t any maids who would report his mess to his father.
“That face isn’t very reassuring,” Trixx said.
“Don’t worry, he’ll do fine.” Rena yanked him up by his arm. “Trixx, will you plug in the griddle?”
“Aye-aye, Captain Rouge!” The kwami saluted and connected the hot plate to the extension cord.
Rena grinned. “Arrrg, excellent job first mate Trixx! Now, hoist the cooking spray!”
Trixx searched the shelf and pulled out the metal canister. He popped off the lid, which went rolling off across the floor. Rena picked it up and put it on the kwami’s head like a little hat, and they both laughed together.
Adrien found himself smiling too. He and Ladybug had definitely made the right choice in letting her keep her miraculous full-time.
“Alright, swashbuckler Chat. Your turn at the helm.” Rena Rouge positioned him in front of the griddle, then sprayed down the surface.
“What? Already?” His eyes widened.
“No better way to learn than by sailing straight into the cannons.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure there’s a lot better ways to learn. Ways that don’t involve getting exploded.” He didn’t even know how to work a griddle. There was a knob on the side with numbers. A temperature gauge? And there was some kind of tray sticking out of the bottom. He didn’t have a clue what that was for.
“Just don’t Cataclysm anything and you’ll be fine.” Rena patted his arm. She grabbed a carton of eggs from the polka-dotted fridge and set them on the counter. A bowl and a whisk joined it; she really had stocked the whole kitchen. All he’d contributed was some blackberry ice cream, which he ate straight out of the carton.
“Alright. No Cat—”
She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it!”
“Right, right. My bad.” He blushed. He really was a disaster. Good thing Ladybug wasn’t here to see him like this—not that she’d be surprised.
Rena shook her head with a chuckle. “I can’t believe I ever thought you and Ladybug were cool.”
“Hey! Ladybug’s very cool.” He put his hands on his hips.
“Okay, Ladybug’s still cool. But admit it. You’re both just big doofuses under those masks.” She poked his nose, at the spot where his mask met skin.
“Joke’s on you. We’re doofuses even with the masks.”
She laughed. “Fair enough. It’s comforting, though.” She cracked an egg into the bowl. Why she was putting it there and not on the hot surface, he didn’t know. “I’m just a normal girl outside of the mask. It’s nice to know you guys are the same way.”
“I can’t say I’m a normal girl, but I get what you mean.” He grinned. “It’s funny. Carapace told me the same thing. I guess we lose some of our mysterious appeal when you look too closely, but… I like that.”
“Really?” She cracked another egg, then washed her hands under the tap he and Ladybug had set up.
“Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I want people to trust us. But sometimes people expect too much if they don’t see our flaws, too.”
She pressed a whisk and the bowl of eggs into his hands. “Stir.”
He nodded.
“That makes sense,” she said in response to his earlier comment. “Illusions can be useful, but they don’t hold up under pressure.”
“Exactly.” He stirred the eggs. Not fast enough; Rena took his hand and demonstrated how to beat the yolks to a runny mixture.
“Cheese, milk, and bacon bits, First mate Trixx.”
“Arggg,” he said, disappearing into the fridge.
“You do like cheese and bacon, right?” Rena asked Adrien.
He smiled. “Who doesn’t?”
Once Trixx delivered the ingredients, they mixed them into the egg goop. It looked pretty gross, like a soup gone wrong. But Rena instructed him to dump it on the griddle anyway.
The mixture sizzled on impact. Man, that smelled way better than it looked.
“We’ll flip it in about a minute or two. Omelettes cook pretty fast.”
He stared at the eggs as they slowly turned from translucent yellow to opaque white. It was soothing, watching tiny bubbles pop as the change took place. Why had he been so nervous about cooking again?
“This really is your first time making eggs, huh,” Rena commented.
“That obvious?” He blushed a little. “It’s pretty much my first time making anything.”
“You sure you aren’t homeless?” Trixx asked, poking his stomach. “You look like you eat enough. But every kit should know how to feed himself.”
Adrien’s ears and tail drooped. He really should know. If he ever wanted to cut ties with his father and his company, he’d need to live more frugally.
“Don’t give him such a hard time. There’s a first time for everything.” Rena brushed Trixx aside, then handed Adrien a spatula. “Here. Flip the omelette.”
She said it like an order, but she was smiling. He thought he could hear the message hidden behind the words: I’m not going to judge you. I know you can do it.
After living under the weight of his father’s doubts, it was a breath of fresh air.
“Thanks.” He smiled.
(It wasn’t just for the spatula.)
XXX
“So, you spend the night here a lot?” Rena asked as they ate their breakfast. She’d taken off her hair towel, and it hung on the back of her chair to dry.
He shrugged. “Not too often.”
By that, he meant he slept over five nights out of the week rather than all seven. Nathalie still came to check on him every Tuesday, and Thursday evenings were spent with his old bodyguard.
“How’d you learn to cook like this?” He asked to change the subject. The omelette was light and fluffy in his mouth, with just the right amounts of salt, pepper, and cheese. And it had only taken them around five minutes.
“My mom’s a pretty amazing cook. She had me flipping omelettes before I learned how to walk.”
Adrien tried to keep the wistful look from his face. His mom had always had chefs to cook for them, even before she disappeared. If he’d ever asked, would she have had recipes to share with him? Maybe Aunt Amelie would know.
“This was fun. Makes up for how sucky my morning started, at least a little bit.” Rena smiled, cleaning the rest of her plate. She took Trixx’s too; she’d placed the kwami’s breakfast on a little saucer.
Adrien still wasn’t done—he’d wanted to savor the first (edible) food he’d cooked himself.
“I’m sorry you had a rough morning,” he said. “Anything I can do to help?”
“You can do the dishes, catboy.” She winked and slung her bulky purse over her shoulder. “I’ve got to hit the road. Can’t miss the sunrise, or I’ll have gotten up this early for nothing.”
“Sunrise?”
“For my photography portfolio. Nice shots of superheroes are one thing, but but I’ve gotta have a little bit of diversity.”
“I didn’t know you did photography,” He said. Of course, there was a lot he didn’t know about the other heroes. “You should get some of your photos developed. I bet they’d make this place a lot brighter.”
“Not a bad idea. This place could use some livening up.”
She smiled at him over her shoulder before calling out, “Trixx, let’s pounce!”
Orange light washed over her, replacing her outfit but leaving her purse and fake mask. She hung the mask back on its hook before pushing open the door.
“And Chat Noir?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re here for you. Me, Ladybug, Carapace—if you ever need anything, you call us, alright?”
She might have phrased it as a question, but her eyes said it was an order. It felt… weird, having someone other than Ladybug worrying about him.
But he could get used to weird.
He smiled. “Alright.”
Maybe they didn’t need photos after all. The room already felt a little brighter.
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Ace Ops Theories
Okay ya’ll, so I need to take a very small break from Tumblr (tomorrow and maybe Thursday or even through Friday) because I am starting to develop a hyper fixation and that is just... not healthy. But as a temporary sign-off, I thought I would offer my thoughts on the whole Five Ace Ops thing floating around and how that might work out. I’ll be coming at this mostly from the perspective of a writer/storyteller using the threads we already have to speculate on where the Ace Ops could conceivably go.
[Slight spoilers for vol 7 episode 9 ahead]
The Traitor Theories
As far as the traitor theories go (regarding any of the Ops) I just don’t see it happening this late in the volume. At the beginning of the volume and with the proper set-up, I could totally see where people were coming from, but at this point, I’d give it a less than 1% chance of happening (I won’t go all the way to 0% because I’m not CRWBY but... if pressed, I’d put it down at a 0.0001% chance). Not a single one of these people has been set up to be a traitor. There has been no foreshadowing, no hints, nothing nefarious brewing under the surface or in the background where the Ace Ops are concerned. At this point, exposing any of them as an agent of Salem would come out of left-field narratively speaking.
Closely linked to this point is the fact that there is no mystery around how Tyrian and Arthur have been accomplishing their goals in this volume. If you’re going to have a surprise traitor amidst the protagonists, that mystery really needs to be there with the antagonists. But we never had to wonder how Arthur got his access to the Mantle systems; he wrote the code for it. And once Jacques handed over his elevated system credentials in exchange for Arthur rigging the election, Arthur had all he needed to do everything he has done to this point.
The only other active antagonists are Cinder and Neo and we already know how they got their information: Neo’s infiltration. That alone gave them more than enough intel to wreak all kinds of havoc. Neo is going to go after Ruby and, thanks to Neo’s spying in Schnee manor, Cinder knows that what she needs is at Atlas Academy. They also just showed up on the scene and would be very unlikely to have cultivated a traitor contact already. We have received no indication whatsoever that anyone on Team Salem is aware of the Winter Maiden being housed at Atlas Academy. If that was a piece of intel they had, I might be convinced to bump up my traitor theory score to 3%, but even that by itself wouldn’t be enough.
Likelihood of a Traitor Amongst Them: 0.0001%
One of Them Will Die
A possible Ace Ops death is the other dominating theory for how their team will be cut down to four members. I don’t have a whole lot of evidence against this theory, but I also don’t see much in the story that would support it either.
RWBY has a track record for character deaths that have an impact. Pyrrha is the obvious example of this, and even Lionheart’s death had some power to it. Here was a trusted member of Team Oz who had given in to fear and turned on everything he once stood for, and the truly tragic thing about his death was that he died a coward.
There are exceptions, of course. Sienna Khan comes to mind as a character who was introduced only to die. I will admit, I wasn’t the biggest fan of this decision. I know that the whole point of it was to push Adam’s story forward but considering nothing more ever really happened with that plot thread (Adam taking over as leader of the White Fang) there are a number of other ways they could have gone about that. Sienna denouncing and exiling him from the White Fang probably would have pushed him towards the same end.
But for the sake of argument, let’s say CRWBY was going to kill off one of the Ace Ops.
Clover Ebi seems to take the brunt of this theory but I honestly don’t see this happening either. I am a huge Clover and FG fan, full disclosure, but from a purely narrative perspective, the implications of his character are just a little too big to go to waste. He’s the only other one in the RWBY-verse with a luck-based Semblance, and since he’s been paired with Qrow all volume, he is clearly going to play a massive role in Qrow’s continuing development. I know Qrow has taken a backseat in this volume but his character arc is far from over. He’s sober, true, and that was a major step for him, but all that self-hate and baggage from his past isn’t going to go away just because he stops drinking. A huge part of his character and his attitude has always hinged on his Semblance and on how much he hates himself for it, and that is something he is going to have to deal with at some point. Clover is the only one who can probably help with that, especially since we’ve seen in-show evidence that he has much more control over his Semblance than Qrow does. Add to that the sheer effort CRWBY has put into developing a relationship between them, and Mr. Clover Ebi is not going to be the one to die.
I think the most likely death candidate is Harriet. True, she hasn’t had a whole lot of development that would make for significant emotional impact, but consider where she is in episode 9: she’s the only one accompanying Ruby (who has a giant ass target on her back that she’s not even aware of) down into Mantle. They are most definitely alone and, judging from the time between the group jump from the airship and when Ruby and Harriet finally bail, they’re not going to be close enough for team backup when Neo comes.
However... I still don’t buy this one. Neo is good. Excellent, even. But taking on a fully trained huntress and Ruby, who has only gotten more skilled since their last encounter, wouldn’t be the smartest move on her part, and Neo is nothing if not smart. I think it’s far more likely she’s going to create an illusion to draw Ruby away from Harriet, isolate her, and try to take care of her that way.
I sort of talked myself out of a higher rating for this possibility while writing that, but I’ll still concede that it’s not out of the realm out of possibility.
Likelihood of Ace Ops Character Death: 33%
[[Bonus: Likelihood of Clover death: -111985878% Because... just no. It’s not even wishful thinking on my part. My writer’s soul will literally disintegrate if they waste his potential.]]
Clover Leaves the Ace Ops/Is Assigned to Accompany the Teams When They Leave Atlas
Yeah, so... not gonna lie, I am extremely partial to this theory and I think it’s becoming more and more likely as the story progresses.
The most obvious reasons that this would work are the ones I already mentioned: he has been very closely tied with Qrow all volume, and very special and careful attention has been paid to crafting every moment they have had together. You don’t generally do that unless two characters are going to be very, very significant to one another. He’s the only one who might be able to help Qrow figure out how to control his Semblance, therefore catalyzing the next sensible major step in Qrow’s character progression. The speed with which CRWBY hauled ass to tie him to Qrow also can’t be overlooked or overstated. They are not going to go through the effort of giving them scenes together and establishing chemistry between them only for it to fizzle out.
Clover is also the only member of the Ace Ops without a complementary partner inside the team structure. And guess what? Because of the nature of his Semblance, he isn’t going to find that partner in anyone but Qrow, and I can guarantee you Qrow will not be remaining in Atlas unless something drastic happens. He’s not letting his kids do this shit on their own.
But even outside of the purview of Fair Game and Clover’s relationship with Qrow, there are still logical reasons for why James might end up sending him or giving him the choice to go with the teams when they leave Atlas.
Episode 9 was a huge obstacle tackled for James. He not only loosened the death grip he had on everything, but he also learned the truth about Salem and took it in stride (still so proud of him!). In order to continue his theme of learning to let things go a little, it is completely plausible that he would send one of his people to be with the teams to help them along. It won’t be Winter because she has too many established ties to Atlas, especially if she becomes the winter maiden. Same goes for Penny: too many deep ties to Atlas and she’s still the official Protector of Mantle. The only one that makes sense is Clover.
Then you also have the fact that Clover is the elite of the elite in Atlas, and therefore highly skilled. I just don’t see James sending the teams off into the world to find the other maiden and reach Vacuo without some assistance. James himself is going to stay in Atlas because that’s his place, but he can certainly send someone he trusts completely to help them out. Again, Clover is the one who makes the most sense for this. Not because Clover is the only one James trusts that much obviously, but because he has been narratively set up for it.
There is also the slightest hint of foreshadowing to this outcome in episode 3 when Clover catches the Dust and says “What would you guys do without me?” I don’t think he’d go without some initial hesitation, but I think his team would ultimately be supportive of the decision.
So how high do I put this on the scale?
Likelihood That Clover Leaves with the Teams: 90%
Yes. That high.
#ace ops#rwby7#rwby7 theories#rwby#ace ops theories#rwby theories#clover ebi#harriet bree#qrow branwen#james ironwood#see you all friday#or maybe not until saturday after the episode#i really need to pull myself together before semester starts#i be in a bad bad place health wise#but no worries#i'll be fine#just need some focused time to myself
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I WOULD ABSOLUTELY READ AN UNKNOWN X READER X WISTERIA POLY FIC/DRABBLE :00
TW: Kidnapping, Elixir-Mention, Bad End
"Oh, they're finally awake," came the sound of a feminine voice, it was airy and incredibly light, and to the left of your body. "That didn't really take as long as you said it would."
"Good enough to ensure they never say a word about us," a deep voice of a male responded from your right this time. "No, they're smart, too smart for their own good. I think they've just begun to learn the truth."
It was pitch black and no matter how many times you tried to flutter your eyes open, it would stay dark. Your hands were bound in something, perhaps a few zip-ties.
They were stuck behind your body, which alerted you to the painful reality of your situation.
You had passed out earlier and now you were bound, gagged, and blindfolded. You could remember the feeling of slender hands against your face and how you breathed too deeply of something that did not seem right.
A man had been irritated that you didn't do what he asked you to do, hadn't he?
What happened?
Why was it a blur?
Where were you?
"What's happening?" You try to say, but it does you no good.
A muffled whimper escaped your lips but the tape covering it did a good job of making it as if you barely made a sound. You could faintly remember the vision of an apartment door and how you hesitated to plug in a number on a keypad and—
The blindfold is removed from your eyes and the room is painfully illuminated in artificial blue light.
You blink to speed up your eyes, trying to make the exhaustion leave your body so you can focus on what's going ok and how you can escape. The room has no windows, only two doors as far as you can tell.
One an electronic lock and the other a regular door. Is it like a suite? Why are there so many monitors? Your inspection of the room is cut short when a band presses against your cheek; It is small, soft, and feels cold. You look to the left and see her, the girl that had asked to borrow your phone the night before.
You hadn't thought much about it. That happened time from time, but it seemed as though she had done something deliberately to your cell phone to make that weird app download in the first place. It didn't make a lot of sense. You weren’t sure what they wanted.
You know that you're trembling but you try your hardest to not show any more fear then you already have.
Her hair is messy, purposefully, and some of her bangs fall in front of her eyes. You can see that she’s got light brown eyes because she doesn’t seem to know what personal space is. Her hand on your face is soft, but firm, making you look at her and not away. She seems really small, but small has nothing to do with a person’s threatening status.
“Hi there,” she cooed, a giggle on her lips that was anything but sweet. No, it was sourer. “Now, now, don’t you try and scream for help anymore, sweet thing. You really make a horrid ruckus back at that apartment. You should have gone into that place, and now, cause you didn’t, you’re making me look bad in front of my dear partner!”
What? Your eyes flickered to the corner of your vision to look at the man in question.
He was incredibly slim, and his hair seemed to be dyed a very light shade, or maybe it was bleached. You couldn’t tell from the darkness. What you could see were his eyes due to the light from the computers, and it was a haunting green. It seemed to glow unnaturally and so brightly.
So, they were working together? So, he must have been the one working on the phone and she was the one tricking you to give you a false sense of security to whatever they wanted you to do in that apartment. Okay, that narrowed down a bit of your confusion, but still.
What did they want?
“I spent such a long time trying to pick someone with a good heart, someone that would steal the hearts of anyone. You would have been perfect. I guess I miscalculated, but, I was never good at math, anyway.” She sighed, with a bit of fan-fair.
“...!”
She brushed back some of the loose strands of your hair from your face before she tapped against the tape on your lips. “You know, I always get what I want and I wanted you to be the one to go into that apartment. But, since you didn’t, that means you only accelerated the inevitable.”
Your heart is pounding against your chest. You have no idea what this woman is talking about but you don’t want to find out. She lets go of your face, though, and you almost sigh in relief. It is nerve-wracking to be trapped but it’s even worse to have someone touching you.
“There we go, much better. It’s not as fun if we can’t hear your excuses, you know that, right?” Her hand is back on you, gently stroking your hair as if she were comforting a child or a pet.
The minute that you’ve got the use of your voice again, you rasp out in a scared voice, “Who are you, people?!”
“You’re a troublemaker,” the man told you, bluntly. His tone is much more surly and unhinged. “You know, you were never going to get out of my sight once you responded to my message. No matter what you did, you were always going to wind up here, little kitten.”
For some reason, you know that this man isn’t lying. He means every single word he’s said to you. He didn’t want you to return a phone. He wanted you to go into an apartment and do everything that he asked.
Whatever he wanted from you, it wasn’t good.
“Hahahahaha,” she laughs beside you. “They’re trembling. Isn’t that cute? I can’t remember being this skittish when you saved me. It almost makes them worth the trouble, don’t you think, Nowny’?”
They seem to be intertwined with each other in more ways than you know, as the man makes no effort to hide his amusement. You’re surprised when he gives her a small kiss and surprised when her eyes are dazed over with satisfaction and glee.
His eyes settle on you, and you swallow, hard and dry. “Hm, what do you think we should do with them? Failed testers are supposed to go straight into the new test program for the elixir trials. But, I think you want to make use of this one, do you, Wisteria?”
They’re talking about you, in front of you, with no regard for your status or your own volition. It’s like you’re a pet as if you have no control over what happens to you unless they decide. You want to scream, you want to do something but you just don’t have the energy.
“Awww,” her voice comes to a stop, and so does your beating heart. “You’ll let me keep them? It really would be a waste to lose them to the elixir when they could be more beneficial to us as a cute little assistant. I promise I’ll keep them out of trouble, then. I don’t want to let you down. I only want to ensure the success of our paradise.”
The only thing you can do is bite your tongue as the man named Unknown simply laughs at your pitiful expression and as his partner, Wisteria, caresses you with a gentle hand. You’re trapped, and there’s no way out of this. Why hadn’t you just gone into that apartment?
#lila x reader#assistant lila au#thy-spicy#lila lancelot oc#saeran x reader#saeran x reader x lila#ask#mod kait
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Next Friday
*this is a repost because Tumblr broke on me earlier!
I was ill for two days and could only really lie in bed and wrote this. Set after S5M15, based more around M17, warnings for requisite Season 5 sadness, effects of hunger and Australian levels of swearing.
Summary: Nadia, Owen and Veronica plan next week’s movie night.
Owen is an idiot, Veronica has always thought. But lately, he’s their idiot. Popping up in the lab asking her opinions on irrigation techniques - not her area, of course, but the science behind some of it is fascinating. Appearing during Friday movie nights with Nadia, which had always been their thing, but still respecting that. Appreciating whatever they chose. Never pushing things too far. He’s really good at cooking, too, eking out the most flavour possible from their smaller and smaller ration packs - and always making sure they eat before he does. Maybe there isn’t too much going on upstairs, but he’s nice. He doesn’t judge her, or set her off, or sit too close, or try and make eye contact like Ian does.
“Only liars don’t look people in the eye, Veronica,” Ian had hissed earlier that afternoon. He’d asked some inane question about Sigrid’s taste in wine, and she’d tried to brush him off but he was having none of it. “I know you’re the Minister’s precious little poppet, but I don’t trust you. Nobody likes creepy children who hover around where they’re not wanted. You and your nasty, sneaky girl guide friends… although they don’t really like you either, do they? Not really one for friends your own age, are you?”
She’d stared right ahead, still avoiding his face. “I need to get on with my work, Ian. Haven’t you got things to be doing for Sigrid too?”
He got a tad frostier. “Watch your tone. It’s the Minister to you. And she isn’t here right now, sweetheart, is she?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Say one more thing to me in that tone of voice, Miss McShell, one more thing, and you won’t see your Nadia for a very, very long time.”
The beaker in Veronica’s hand cracked around the base as she squeezed it. What tone? She’d tried to be polite. She could feel his stinking breath on her neck, knew his flat grey eyes would be right there if she looked at them, full of blazing jealousy and spite. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t follow through on that threat, could he? She was here of her own volition.
“Hey, Ronnie! And - oh, hello, I- Commander. We were just going to lunch?” Owen hurried into the lab, his voice bright and giving nothing away, but Veronica noticed from years of analysing it that his posture was stiff for a trained Runner. Beaten, perhaps, or anxious? Ian sneered a little at the sight of him, but backed off, probably appeased by the honorific, and she let Runner Six take her by the hand and pull her away. He’d sat her between himself and Runner Thirteen, and tried to get them engaged in a silly story about the time a koala attempted to steal his mum’s van. She’d ended up explaining to them the high rates of chlamydia among koalas, getting a bit confused when Cameo and Owen found the facts so funny. And the day passed safely - at least until he made a run for it.
The sweat is pouring off Owen’s face now as she attempts to dig the bullet out of his leg, swearing profusely even for an Australian. “Jesus FUCK!”
“I’ve not done this before! I'm trying my best.”
“Fucking Ian, the mangy bastard cu-”
Nadia clamps her hands over Veronica’s ears as if she’s never heard the word before. “Please, just keep it down before someone tips him off!”
Ian hadn’t seen the need to let a ‘traitorous, stupid boy’ use ‘limited medical resources’. Owen is supposed to be back on punishment detail, 5am sharp, or face the consequences. The only thing keeping him from the box is the fact that Cameo is already occupying it. So here they are in the lab, after hours, with a sixteen year old girl trying to stop him bleeding out with very little time, experience or painkillers.
“Ya know, I’ve been through a fair amount of utter bollocking bollocks this apocalypse but really-“
“Runner Six, will you shut it!” And then, closer to his ear, out of Veronica’s earshot: “Did it work?”
He gives the slightest of nods. She smiles, broad and genuine, though her face is thin. They’re all getting a little more haggard, day by day. Veronica glances at the two of them, lovingly gazing at each other, and resolves that she’ll find some clever way to bring their lack of food up to the Minister. Sigrid is a smart woman; if she had any inkling that her top scientist keeps finding hair on her pillow each morning, that her fingernails are brittle, that three people collapsed in the fields last week, that for the first time since meeting Nadia she can count each and every rib, she’d surely do something to curb Ian’s ridiculous power trip.
She yanks at the bullet. Owen screams blue murder. Nadia shoves a balled up tea towel into his mouth, and deadpans: “So much for movie night.”
“I wasn’t really looking forward to The Green Mile,” Veronica admits. “I don’t know what you have against Planet Earth.”
“The fact that I have seen the same episode of the same documentary a thousand times in the last three years may play a part, Ronnie.”
“...only thirty-three.”
“What?”
“I pick the movie every other week. Because of many changes in circumstance, we’ve only had a hundred and nine movie nights. I pick Planet Earth approximately sixty percent of the time. We’ve seen it thirty-three times in the last two and a half years.”
Nadia sighs, and removes the cloth from Owen’s mouth. “You holding up?”
“I’m sorry for ruining your plans, ladies. Next time I try to escape from budget bloody Percy Wetmore, I promise not to do it on a Friday,” Owen pants, but the pain seems to be receding. “Ya know, if I had a nickel for every time I got shot in this calf, I’d have two nickels.”
“Which isn’t a lot, but insane that it happened twice, right?” Nadia responds with a short laugh.
“Did you both spend all your time watching children’s shows pre-apocalypse?”
“Hey, I was a kid pre-apocalypse! She has no excuse.”
“Um, ATC work was stressful and I make no excuses for how I enjoyed my free time.”
“But if you’re twenty-four now, you were eighteen on Z-day, Owen,” Veronica points out.
“Eighteen year olds are still kids, Ronnie.” His voice is suddenly quite tired. He squeezes Nadia’s hand as Veronica pulls the first stitch, hissing between his teeth a little.
She juts out her chin. “I’m younger than that and I’m not a child.”
Neither of them dispute that, though she still cuts a tiny figure in a too-large lab coat, sleeves rolled up three times to make it fit.
“How do you know it’s from a children’s show, anyway, Miss-never-watched-Disney-Channel?”
“...I don’t have to answer that if I’m not comfortable.”
Nadia shoots her an expressing your boundaries thumbs-up. She feels the worry in her chest loosen a little. Everything will be fine. She’ll get Owen’s leg stitched, and today’s drama will force Sigrid’s hand. The Minister will come to Abel and fix things, and she can get back to working on the cure, and Owen and Nadia will be safe and look after each other.
“I’m going to head back to my bunk, I think,” Nadia says, a tinge of fear in her voice as she glances through the darkening window. “Better not to be missed too long, and I should check on Cameo. She… she distracted Ian from you for a bit. It didn’t look pretty.”
“We’ll be all right, Naddi, you go on,” Owen squeezes her hand one last time, and lies back on the lab table. Veronica nods, absorbed in her task. They hear her wheels clatter down the ramp and fade across the square, quiet as footsteps.
“So, you like Planet Earth a lot?”
“I used to watch it with Dad.”
“Oh. Makes sense. My mum’s a big Tom Hanks fan. I’ve probably seen every movie he’s been in… well, about thirty-three times as well.”
“You know there’s a video of Castaway in the rec room, right?”
“I brought it back, actually. Years ago, now. But I don’t know if I can watch it, yeah? I’m scared it might make me think about her too much.”
“Owen,” Veronica finishes the stitches, and starts to clean up some of the blood. She’s watched Kefilwe do this dozens of times. Antiseptic. Dabbing rather than smearing. Keep the patient’s mind off the sting. “Do you remember what your mum looks like?”
The silence that follows makes her wonder if this is a faux pas. He eventually responds: “No, not quite.”
“No, me neither. I have a photo, but I can’t picture them as actual living people. Memories are really interesting that way, actually. We’re not as visual as-“
“Ronnie. Can we talk about something else?”
“Okay.” She racks her brains for small talk. “Do you… like it here at Abel?”
“What, now?” He snorts. “With that pinstripe suit cu-”
Veronica clamps her hands over her own ears, knowing Nadia wouldn’t want her to hear it. He smiles, and raises his hands in apology.
“No, not now. Before.”
“It was all right. Home. Safe. You knew Janine was looking out for ya. There was always enough food to go round.”
“But did you feel like you fit in?” she presses.
“...can’t say I did.”
“Me neither,” she says, a little relieved.
“Runners are quite a superstitious bunch. And I’m unlucky.”
Her brow scrunches in confusion. “Bad luck isn’t a very scientific reason to dislike someone.”
“Can you tell that to getting tied to train tracks, set on fire and repeatedly shot at?”
“Actually, Dad was working on a statistical model of danger to Runners in his spare time. I found it a while ago, me and Nadia were repurposing it to make missions safer. When I include Five in the sample, you actually fall under the average for number of dangerous situations encountered.”
“Uh, I think Five is an outlier.”
“You’re probably right.” She wraps the wound in bandages, and tucks them in. “Done!”
“I owe you one, Ronnie.”
“Just… stay safe. Both of you. I haven’t got time to worry about you two as well as curing the zombie plague.”
“You’re only a… you shouldn’t be worried about us at all, squirt.”
She shrugs. “It’s not my fault you do worrying things. If he puts you in a cell and you can’t change the dressings frequently just do your best to keep it clean.”
“Will do!” He swings off the table, avoiding putting weight on his leg as much as possible. “Whatever he does, I’ll try to make next Friday, all right?”
She nods. Next Friday, she’ll pick out Castaway, and they’ll watch it together, and maybe movie night can be Owen’s thing too.
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The Reaper of the Opera Chapter 5: Prima Donna
Fun Fact: the part of Carlotta was originally going to be Ashe to represent the bratty side. But I felt to uphold the diva side of the character, with reputation and having Reinhardt being a fan, was more suited to Hana.
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Managers Office/Morning
A disgruntled Torbjorn entered the office, newspaper in hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Still waking up as he slumped over to his desk in exhaustion. The article that covered the page was the review of the prior performance. “A new star rises in the Overwatch Opera House! The final curtain call for Hana Song?” was written in bold. He merely read parts of it, finding that the backup plan had been a rightful success. Taking his seat, he spotted an unfamiliar note resting on the mahogany desk. A familiar skull print concealing the content inside put a sour look on his face. Sipping his coffee so he could read the inevitable. Tossing the newspaper aside, he picked up the note knowing this was from their so-called associate. Reluctantly opening it, he began to read the passage inside.
“A greeting to Mr. Lindholm. As much as I wish you my highest praises, I am afraid you have not gained my respect. I have been patient with you and your comrade as you are not quite familiar with the rules of my Opera House,” The bearded man huffed in bitterness, “I shall demand for my salary once more by the end of the month. Should these instructions not be followed, I am afraid darker days will approach you swiftly. – R.”
A lack of surprise evident on his face, he tosses the note away into the trash. “Of all the damn things to show up. First [Name] disappears now this? The things I have to put up with to fulfill a friends’ dream. If this is a mere prank by someone I’ll-“
“TORBJORN!” A shout from the entryway alerts the man as Reinhardt storms in with a paper in hand. Startling the smaller man to spill some of his coffee, “IT IS A CATASTROPHE!”
“Reinhardt! Do not shout so early in the morning,” He scolded his friend. Cursing at the now ruined suit. Trying to clean it off with anything, he looked over to the disheveled giant to see what he held, “I see that you also have received a letter.”
“Indeed!” He clears his throat as he began to read the words, “A greeting to you Mr. Wilhelm. I must continue my praise for selecting Lady [Name] as our songstress and leaving Lady Hana in the wings. I implore that you continue to cast Lady [Name] as the star for that will bring you fair fortune. While I also continue my instructions to leave Box 5 closed for no visitors, regardless on how much you sell. Finally, I must ask you to tell your hard-headed companion that my salary must be due. I do not wish to lay any curses upon you, but further denial shall leave me no choice. -R.”
“Hard-headed!? Me?! The damn bastard can show his face and say that himself instead of writing these damn letters!” Torbjorn slammed his fist in the table bitterly. Reinhardt nearly startled by his actions attempts to calm him.
“Torbjorn! May I remind you the last time you damned this writer injured Hana?” He was quick to say as he looked around the room in a panic, “How can we put on a show if we do not even have our new star??”
“I do not know maybe you should ask this R person for that insight!?” Torbjorn rose from his seat, walking towards Reinhardt to take in the letter, “What kind of a man would demand such things?”
“R…” Reinhardt gasped suddenly as if he had put two and two together, “You do not think it is that Reaper of the Opera Miss Oxton spoke of is it?”
“Oh, so ghosts can now write in ink. That’s just perfect,” Tossing the note away, he paced back and forth in thought, “Some kind of man that pretends to be a ghost so he can get a bit more money than the rest of us. This has that stage handlers name written all over it. Sabotage my a-“
“Where is she???” Another voice entered the room. Drawing the two men towards the door to a concerned Genji.
Hand on the door wearing a long coat from the weather outside. Catching his breath for just a moment as if he had just ran. Reinhardt and Torbjorn exchanged glances before Torbjorn glared at the new face.
“And who are you?” He asked, crossing his arms. Allowing Genji to compose himself before giving a respectful bow.
“Forgive me, my name is Genji Shimada.” Introducing himself before them. Reinhardt scratched his beard with a hum.
“Shimada, as in the infamous Shimada clan from Hanamura?”
“They very one.” Genji was reluctant to say.
“Ah yes, Sojiro Shimada was once a patron to the Opera House many years ago.” Reinhardt stated, watching as Genji straightened himself up.
“I am surprised that you are familiar with my father.” Genji confessed to Reinhardt.
Torbjorn turned to the larger man, wondering how he knew of that only for Reinhardt to explain, “I have looked into the history of the Opera House long before we have taken control, my friend. I have a passion for more than the stage you know.”
“There’s a lot you take in that I will never understand.”
“Forgive the intrusion, but I still need to know where she is.” Genji pleaded to the two men. Worry growing in his eyes for answers. The two men exchanged glances at each other.
“If you are looking for Lady Hana, she is not here right now.” Torbjorn answered, watching as Genji shook his head at the response.
“I am not looking for Hana I am looking for [Name]! Miss [Name & Last Name].” putting his hands into his pocket to reach for a note of his own, “Forgive if it goes against the note you had written to me.”
“A note???” Reinhardt gaped looking to the skull print on the letter. Torbjorn scowled at the familiar print.
“That is not from us. Seems this R has nothing better to do than to write damn letters,” Looking at the puzzled young man, he pointed to the paper, “What does it say?”
“To the young and naive Genji Shimada. Do not fear for Lady [Name], the Angel of Music has taken her under his wing. Make no effort or attempts to see her again. – R,” Genji grimaced at the note, raising his gaze to the two of them, “Are you certain this is not your doing? Keeping your stars away from speaking to people is one thing, but calling me naive for it is rather uncivilized.”
“Mr. Shimada, I assure you we had nothing to do with that letter!” Reinhardt assured with a hand on his shoulder. Trying to provide some comfort despite no clue where [Name] even was. The silence once more was cut by a noise outside the door.
“Where are they!?” A womanly shout was heard, the screech all too familiar for the older men. Brushing past Genji, Reinhardt and Torbjorn hurried to the main hall.
Standing with a crutch in her grasp, a limping Hana looked around with a pout on her pink stripped cheeks. Her hair tied up in two loose buns on top of her head. Dressed in a dress of pink and blue, trying to upkeep her vision despite injury. A careful Lucio by her side as she squirmed. Spotting the two men once they entered. Her brows furrowed, pointing at them with absolute disgust.
“How dare you write me this note! Do you have any idea how much I contribute to this Opera House??” She demanded, trying to approach but struggling against the limb. Looking to Lucio to help her in her situation. He took a deep sigh, taking her arm over his shoulders to help her move, “Mr. Morrison never showed such disrespect to me. If you wished to speak such rotten things you should’ve said it to my face!”
“Another note??” Torbjorn groaned, rubbing his temple from the growing stress from this situation. Genji approached the group with upmost confusion. Reinhardt panicking as he approached the young woman. Hands clasped together for forgiveness.
“Dearest Hana, what is this note you say we had written?” He asked, receiving a ‘hmph’ from the diva.
“Don’t make me a fool, you knew what you had written! Lucio, read it.” Lucio reached into his pocket to another skull printed letter, beginning to read before the group.
“Lady Hana, your days at the Overwatch Opera House are numbered. Lady [Name] shall be taking your place from now on,” Lucio read, Hana curling her lip to [Name]s name in disgust, “Should you take her place at any given chance little rabbit, you shall be forever silenced. -R. Man, that is way too cold.”
“Lady Hana, my dearest song,” Reinhardt implores, taking her hand gently for comfort, “Torbjorn and I can assure we had nothing to do with that note.”
“All these damn letters all about [Name], it is almost as if they are all for her…” Torbjorn grumbled, walking towards Reinhardt as he tried to comfort the songstress. Genji shook his head in disbelief of the groups growing arguments.
“But what about-“He began to say only to hear the sound of a cane behind him.
One he had recalled from his past with [Name]. A flash of memories to times where you two had caused mischief. The sound of it was a memory he wasn’t all too fond of. Turning to face the stern look of Ana Amari with Fareeha by her side with patience.
“Lady [Name] has returned.” Ana announced to the group. All eyes drawn to her from the sudden news. Genji felt a waver of relief as the two men blinked in surprise. Hana not at all pleased by the annoucement.
“Where is she now?” Torbjorn asked before Genji could. Watching Ana approach the group with a grip of her cane.
“In her room, she is resting as we speak.” She informed, letting their concerns subside for the moment. Genji placed a hand on the womans’ shoulder with a soft look.
“May I see her?” He asked, receiving a stern look from the woman. Seeing something strange in the way she looked at him. The glimmer fading away when she shook her head.
“I am afraid she will see no one,” Walking away from Genji, she rummaged through her pocket for something, “But I have one more thing…”
“Let me guess, another note?” Torbjorn asked as a mere joke, smirking to the people around him. Thinking it wasn’t the case until Ana pulled out a note with a raised eyebrow. Slumping at the realization with a grunt, “…of course…”
The group turned to Ana as she opened the note to read before them all.
“I have sent several notes on my behalf as to how MY Opera Company should be run. Given as you have drawn my patience, this shall be your final chance,” A flicker in the lights came about, as you could almost hear the haunting whispers of The Reaper. Every word being spoken as if you could observe him writing it before your very eyes. His eyes fixated upon a black rose before he concealed his note with the skull print, “Lady [Name] has returned and I am anxious to see her career progress. In your newest production, you shall put Lady Hana as the silent role, and our dear Lady [Name] as the lead. A role fitting the both of them respectfully. I shall see the performance in my reserved Box 5. Should these instructions be ignored, I will not hesitate to deploy a disaster far beyond your control upon the theatre. – R.”
A tense air filling the room as Ana finished the note. Lowering it to the unease before each of their faces. Genji feeling this concern over your safety. Reinhardt filled with absolute fear as even Torbjorn held some uncertainty. Lucio couldn’t hide the shiver down his back as he held Hana. Hana finally making her words clear with a huff.
“I see what is going on…ever since these two showed up now we are being told what to do left and right,” Gripping her crutch, turning to face the door. Pulling away from Lucio to move, “It’s all about [Name]! Nothing but [Name]! I worked hard to where I am and now? I am being cast aside like dirt!? I shall do this R one better; I know where I stand, and the papers say so too. I am leaving!”
“Lady Hana! Wait!” Reinhardt pleaded running to her side. Taking her free hand before she could escape. Falling to his knees and begging, “Do not leave us! We need you here! Torbjorn, talk some sense into her!”
Turning to his friend, puppy dog eyes welling up, Torbjorn knew that he couldn’t turn away his friends pleas. Not seeing the near relief in Lucio and Fareehas eyes at the thought of Hana leaving for good. Approaching the young woman, he takes her hand with comfort.
“Lady Hana, we can assure you that we do not take orders from anyone,” Patting her hand gently, he noticed the frustrated tears stinging the young girls eyes, “Damn to all of these notes, Lady [Name] will take the silent role as you take the lead.”
“But Mr. Lindholm,” Ana approached with a bit of caution in her voice, “The Angel of Musics words are certain. If you disobey…”
“To hell with this Angel or R or Reaper OR WHATEVER!’ He barked with certainty, “When I bought this Opera House, I did it simply to fulfill the dreams of a comrade who saved my life.”
“Torbjorn…” Reinhardt spoke softly looking upon the wounds that still remained on them both from their history. The shorter man shaking away the sentimental to focus on Hana, he shook her hand sincerely.
“I didn’t pay with my retirement funds just to have some no face tell me what to do. Our words are certain, our words are absolute. You WILL be our star Hana! Not [Name]. Not now and not ever again!”
Genji looked discouraged at that final statement. Knowing he had wished to hear you sing once again. Looking to Ana and the tightened grip on her cane. Even Lucio and Fareeha seemed down from the news. Hana sniffled in her tears, trying to wipe them away with a hiccup.
“Y-You really mean it?”
“You have my word, Lady Song, the voice of the Overwatch Opera House.” He comforted her, noticing Reinhardt approaching to give her a handkerchief. She took with a thank you before blowing into it. Her smile returning once more.
“Okay…I will do it.” She agreed, nodding with excitement as the two men escorted her away.
“Wonderful! The show must go on! We shall find a way for you to perform even with your injury.” Reinhardt shouted, his happy spirit returning once more. Leaving the remainder of the group behind to wallow in the inevitable. Lucio knew he had to follow behind, especially when Hana called for him in a sing song tune. Giving the rest of the group a shrug before leaving.
Ana turned around as she noticed the discouraged Genji. He suddenly felt her delicate fingers lifting his chin up to inspect his features. Leaving him stiff before the older woman.
“I’ve seen your eyes before. You are Sojiros youngest are you not? The one who played with Lady [Name].” Narrowing her gaze with a sly look. He merely nodded to her suspicions.
“I am. I see you are still the same as ever Madame Amari.” He confessed, watching her step away slowly.
“Staying out of trouble I hope?” She smirked, recalling the time when she had to scold him and you. He simply chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously.
“On my best behaviour...I promise.” Impressed by the change in the younger one, she knew of his reasons for being here.
“She asked for you, by the way. Wondering if you had looked for her.” His awkward position straightening at her words.
“I did…I was worried that she had no desire to see me until I found the note. Forgive me if it is selfish, but I only wish to know if she is ok.” Watching her tap her finger carefully, unable to read the old womans mind after so long. Looking at him carefully, she nodded in understanding.
“You are a good man; you always placed her needs before your own. I can assure you that she is well, so long as she rests. But I still humbly suggest you take these notes to heart,” She warned, Fareeha looking to Genji at her mothers words, “I do not wish for your heart to be broken once more, Shimada.”
He was confused by her warning. Wondering if these notes held true to their warnings. Whatever could this R do in order to keep you in the spotlight. Left with the ambiguity, she began to leave with Fareeha following suit.
“Wait,” He halted her escape, still not satisfied that he couldn’t see you, “Can you at least give her my best wishes? I will attend the next show, no matter what role she will partake in.”
Looking over her shoulder, she eyed the young man before nodding at his request.
“Of course...send a greeting to your brother on my behalf, Genji.” Leaving the young Shimada to leave on his own.
He took to the exit of the Opera House. Reaching for the door handle until he felt a cold chill in the wind. The lights flickering once more before his eyes. For a moment, he felt as if someone was behind him. A shadow looming over his figure, almost as if he was being watched. A hand slowly reaching for the back of his neck. A hiss escaping a cloud with red eyes. Swiftly turning around, he found himself still alone at the entrance. Brushing away the doubt when the lights returned to normal. Making his leave to the outside. The door closing behind him. The shadows that hid themselves lingered back inside the theatre.
To be continued
#Overwatch#overwatch x reader#overwatch au#overwatch scenarios#overwatch imagines#torbjorn lindholm#reinhardt wilhelm#genji shimada#genji#genji shimada x reader#only a Shimada can control these tags#hana song#lucio correia dos santos#ana amari#pharah
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