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Binge watched Peacemaker so here’s some quick Vigilante prompts! Special thanks to my bestie @tinalbion for putting up with my brain rot and spam messaging. (You’re the one who told me to watch this show, so this is your fault! 🫵😂) Please tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 💙

1. You’re a butterfly who just so happened to take over the body of someone close to Vigilante’s age. You just did what you had to do to survive. It’s like a Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides situation where you’re like Murn, you dissented because you don’t believe your kind have the right to impose their will on the humans like some sort of bug overlords and you just wanna protect the world. You’re one of the only true “good ones” out of your entire species and, in a twist, maybe prefer Earth over your home planet. Maybe you got here a long time before they even decided to look for other means of existing or you were sent out as a scout to well…scout the planet for its conditions and level of compatibility. And you were able to blend into human living for longer, so it’s easier for you to adapt into your own personality. But with the way Adrian is with emotions and such, he doesn't find it weird that you’re not as “human” as other people. He just thinks your oddities are fun quirks. But then whoops you fall in love with Adrian and he falls in love with you. How could he not? You’re beautiful and sweet but also badass when you need to be and you and he have lots of things in common. What if, even after the cow is killed, you miraculously find an alternative food source that can sustain you, so you won’t die within the week after all and you and Adrian can stay together.

“I’m so relieved it can’t be passed sexually. Not that I’m comparing you to an an STD. I love you.” since Chris hooked up with a butterfly and had those fears of her leaving monster STDs on his dick, that being a Butterfly was a venereal disease of some type, that he was going to become one, like a dick vampire. Or he'd really freak about it going up his butt, since Economos made that presentation.

“My girlfriend’s an alien but it’s fine we’re fine it’s cool.”

2. You and Adrian are in the car together with Adrian driving and he may or may not know you’re a butterfly. A butterfly splats against the windshield, clinging and still alive. Adrian, not thinking much about it, says, “Ew.” And turns on his water and windshield wipers to wipe the butterfly away, effectively killing it. He goes back to vibing and singing along to the radio until he looks over at you in the passenger seat and sees your horrified expression. Either he doesn’t know and assumes you just care a lot about animals (he’s never seen you eat meat. Come to think of it, he’s never seen you eat, period but he’s just shrugged that off, guessing maybe you’re just uncomfortable eating in front of people.) Or he knows and is so oblivious to it like,

"Babe, what’s wrong? Are you feeling carsick or— Oh. Ohhhh. Oh no, I totally spaced. Since you’re…y’know…in a human body, I kinda…forgot. Oh shit, that was offensive wasn't it...? Did you know them, like were they your friend or sibling or parent or ex??”

“I just witnessed my boyfriend kill one of my kind but it’s fine, it’s fine, we’re fine.”

3. You and Adrian were dating and you die somehow so they let a butterfly take over your body because it’s like a The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals situation. Better to have some semblance of you with your human memories than nothing at all. Maybe Adrian is taken over by a butterfly too and the butterflies that take your bodies just so happened to be lovers or “mates”. So while you’ve both changed, you and Adrian are still happy and in love in the end, in a way, since the butterflies possess your human memories while in your bodies.

For a slightly happier version, what if it’s just a close call situation and instead of killing you and taking over your brain completely, since it said the butterflies give human hosts super strength among other things, a butterfly is inserted to heal you and it’s more like having another voice in your head like a mental roommate for a few days or weeks and you have a weird craving for honey/the amber fluid but then once you’re recovered, they leave your body without a fight to find another host that was promised and lined up for them. Maybe someone who was dying anyway, so they’re okay with it.

4. Your mother is the legendary Mothra and/or your father is Drury Walker aka Killer Moth. Killer Moth is primarily a scientist who specializes in genetics and bio-engineering and is capable of breeding, cloning, and modifying insects to his liking. He may have moth-like talents as a consequence of an experiment he did on himself, such as boosted strength, wall-clinging ability, and winged flying. Killer Moth is also a competent hand-to-hand fighter, and he occasionally employs a plasma whip as a weapon and control device for his creatures rather than a cocoon cannon.

“What? No, I’m not a butterfly. I’m a moth. We’re totally different species. Unlike butterflies, we can survive on your food. All of Dad’s experiments to create an army of killer moths failed and all the moths died, except for, well, Larva M-319, or Silkie. He turned into his full moth form temporarily, but then he…exploded…and reverted back to his caterpillar form. It was his way of molting. He’s so cute, though! He’s staying with the Teen Titans. Starfire adopted him. I’ll take you to visit sometime.”

“Okaaaay. But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“if you’re a moth, how are you able to take human form like the Butterflies? Did you kill someone and take their body? Aren’t you an experiment too?”

“Oh. Oh, no, I’m not an experiment. I was born naturally with this ability. I came out human but didn’t come into full control of my powers until much later. I don’t know for sure, but my theory is that I still inherited genetics from Dad’s human side. Dad was human before he became Killer Moth, so… My half-sister, Dad calls her Kitten, she doesn’t have any moth qualities at all. She’s fully human, totally ordinary and a total pain in the ass. I’m not close to her at all. I think she’s always been jealous of me for my moth powers. She doesn’t have superhuman strength, stamina, durability, speed, agility, reflexes, flight, razor-sharp antennae and claws, or Toxikinesis like I do. I don’t even have her number in my phone. I love my dad, despite his…flaws, but because of him and his pushover parenting style, she’s spoiled rotten and insufferable.”

5. The laundromat scene from Dr. Horrible but it’s you and Adrian. Adrian has a huge crush on you and, to get to know you, he keeps making excuses to spend time with you like you’re at the laundromat and he’s like,

“Whoa, that’s weird. I asked for one frozen yogurt and they gave me two. You don’t happen to like frozen yogurt, do you?”

“I love it.”

“What a crazy random happenstance!”

And you’re sitting cross-legged on top of the washing machines eating your frozen yogurt together and bonding and he accidentally lets something slip about his work and, to protect his secret identity/double life as Vigilante, he has to cover with a lame excuse.

“I just, you know, REALLY think I'm qualified for this, this job and I just can't get my foot in the door.”

“I'm sure you will.”

“I wanna do great things, you know? I wanna be an achiever. Like Deadpool…”

“The former Special Forces Operative turned mercenary?”

“…I meant Franklin Delano Roosevelt.”

“Well, I've gotten turned down from plenty of jobs. Even fired a few times.”

“I can't imagine anyone firing you.”

“Neither could I. Now I can visualize it really well. But, you know…everything happens.”

“Don't say ‘for a reason’.”

“No, I'm just saying that everything happens.”

“Not to me.”

6. You’re Clark Kent’s twin sister and the last daughter of Krypton. While Clark works at the Daily Planet as a journalist/reporter, you’re working as a waitress/bartender at Fennel Fields as your cover. When you and Adrian are closing up together you turn on the jukebox and dance to the music while cleaning up. Makes wiping down tables, mopping floors, and stacking chairs much more fun. Adrian thinks it’s cute and sometimes even joins you. Sometimes you mysteriously disappear from your shifts for like fifteen minutes because your brother needs you for superhero stuff so you escape out the back door. Quick in and out since you can quick change into your costume and fly faster than the speed of light. You use your heat vision to warm up coffees or pastries when nobody’s looking so it’s like you never left.

“How did you get those trays out so fast?”

“Oh, uh, muscle memory and years of practice?”

Adrian is a darling who covers for you whenever you have to duck out for a bit because he like likes you and “family emergency” is enough for him at first. You go by the human first name your adoptive parents Martha and Jonathan gave you, but maybe you don’t go by Kent, to make who you really are less obvious. He doesn’t suspect anything until later. Why he gets suspicious is up to you. Sometimes you work the bar and have to ward off creepy, pervy guys.

“What can I get for you?”

“I was hoping you could recommend something better than what we’ve been drinking.”

“Well, for the discerning out-of-towner like yourself, I recommend…(alcoholic drink of your choice). You can really taste the extra ten cents.”

“Yes, by all means, two please. So…will you take your top off for me?”

“What?”

“Take your top off for me like wild college girls. Just a quick look. No one’s watching. Just take it off for me.”

You spray the perverts with the handheld water hose, absolutely soaking them, which causes your coworkers to come over and kick them out. Instead of water, you wish you could use your heat vision on them. Adrian is making mental notes to kill them later or at least seriously fuck them up.

“You know what? When I got this job, I signed up to serve coffee and cold, shitty pastries. If I wanted to be in the Justice League, I’d be in the damn Justice League! Yeah. That’s right, Adrian. I helped my twin brother and his friends save the world from a New God called Darkseid and I fucking killed it! We cut off Steppenwolf’s head and threw it back into the portal before it closed and the Mother Boxes were destroyed. But now, I’m just trying to make ends meet while I work my way through Community College and I can do that just as easily, down the street at Starbucks! I quit!”

“You can’t quit!”

“Yeah, I sure as hell can. Clearly if you don’t want me around you… Why else would you be acting so differently around me?”

“But I don’t want you to quit! I mean…”

Adrian being a total nerd tries to gift you a ring made of actual Kryptonite (how he got his hands on that and got someone to make it into a ring, who knows) but he doesn’t know you’re Superman’s sister and you need to figure out a way to not accept or wear the ring without hurting his feelings (he doesn’t have emotions like people do, but he still has them) and/or revealing your secret identity.

“I’m highly allergic to uhhh…the color green?”

Your disguise is also like glasses and nerdy and shy so you’re a lot like Adrian but then you’re super hot as your supergirl/superwoman persona and he doesn’t realize it’s you but when he does somehow find out your secret he’s like,

“Wait, oh my god, I’m dating a baddie??”

“I’m a superhero, not a bad guy or villain.”

“No, I mean like in the Instagram model hot babe way. I don’t know, I don’t have Instagram, I’m just saying you’re hot both in superhero and civilian form.”

“Oh, uh…thanks? I don’t have Instagram either. I’m chronically offline, I guess. Too busy with…superhero stuff.”

“Yeah, same…”

Classic Star Wars misunderstanding where Adrian thinks you and Clark/Kal-El are dating or in an intimate relationship because he’s seen Clark pick you up from work, wrap his arm around your shoulders (but he doesn’t see the part where he does it to put you in a headlock so he can give you a noogie or do other twin brother things to annoy you), or you just spend a lot of time with him because duh you’re in the Justice League or working alongside him part-time.

Or maybe when the Justice League brought him back from the dead, you were called and had to ditch Adrian in the middle of a date. You made an excuse, but he thought it was because you didn’t like him or how the date was going. But turns out it was because Clark didn’t know who he was and was going berserk, using his heat vision and other powers to destroy police cars and fight the Justice League, not recognizing them as his friends. He only snapped out of it when you came on the scene and called him by his human name. You didn’t have time to change into your costume, so you had to approach him on foot and in human clothes. You couldn’t use your powers while you were dressed as a civilian, but he still recognized you. However, from Adrian’s perspective, (whether he saw it on the tv or in person), when Kal-El hugged you and buried his face in your hair, it looked romantic. All he saw was Superman and you wrapping your arms around each other and Superman shooting up into the air, taking you away. When you come back after Steppenwolf is defeated, you have to explain the situation.

“I'm sure Kal-El wasn't on that thing when it blew.”

“He wasn't. I can feel it.”

“You love him, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“All right. I understand. Fine. When he comes back, I won't get in the way.”

“Oh. It's not like that at all. He's my brother.” While Adrian’s brain is too busy processing this information, you kiss him.

“Damn, babe, if only we had gotten together sooner. We could’ve really used you during Project Butterfly when we took out the Cow. You would’ve been so OP you would’ve destroyed those butterflies in milliseconds with your flight and heat vision. And your impenetrability? Those bullets would’ve bounced right off you!”

You’re Kal-El’s twin sister and have adopted a dog (whatever breed you choose) that’s superpowered due to the Butterfly in its head. Once your twin brother discovers you have a Butterfly as a pet dog, he tries to give you shit about it and tell you to “get rid of it”, which you know means he wants you to kill it. But you point out that he has Krypto and he’s being a hypocrite.

“You wanna disapprove of my choice in a pet dog? What about Krypto? He’s literally a super dog too! With heat vision, flight, super strength, and speed! I love Krypto, he’s a very good boy, but so is my dog! They’re the same!”

“They’re not the same! They’re very different! Krypto didn’t horrifically murder hundreds of people and take over their bodies to try to enforce their will on the human race!”

“And neither did the Butterfly that’s in this dog! He/She was a dissenter! You’re gonna blame the actions of others on him/her? He’s/she’s a good Butterfly! I promise! He/She has used those colorful push to talk buttons or ‘one tap for yes, two taps for no’ to communicate with me, and he/she has no intent to hurt me or take over my body. I feed him/her this honey-like stuff and we go on walks and he/she cuddles with me on the couch or in bed and plays with dog toys like any other normal dog!

“Dad said we were put on Earth for a reason, and that reason was to protect humanity! How is keeping that thing helping to protect them?”

“We are protecting the humans! We killed the Cow and stopped the invasion, which you and your friends were too late for to help, by the way! And newsflash, we’re all aliens from outer space, Kal-El! You, me, your dog, my dog! Need I remind you that it was me who dogsat Krypto and handled all the “watch over and protect the world” stuff while you were dead? Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Before the Cow was killed, I swiped more than enough jars of this amber fluid from the processing plant to sustain him/her for many years to come.”

Bonus if you try to get your boyfriend, Adrian, to back you up.

“What about a Chihuahua?”

“Too small, probably wouldn’t fit.”

“Would be cool, though.”

“That wouldn’t be cool at all. Why would that be cool?” Kal-El asks.

“You tell me.”

“It wouldn’t be.”

“There’s your answer.”

Well, he tried. He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. You’re still not killing or giving up your dog. The “I was born first so you have to listen to me,” excuse Clark loved to use when you were growing up in Kansas with your adoptive parents won’t work this time.

7. You’re Adrian’s best friend and he has a crush on you but you’re oblivious or he keeps it to himself because he doesn’t wanna risk ruining your friendship but then you tell him you got a date or two lined up with Aquaman, Superman, etc. and he tries to subtly discourage you from going on that date/those dates.

“What’s so wrong about Aquaman, hmm? He brings fish to people when they’re hungry and helps protect the sea from pollution and other environmental damage caused by humans. He’s saved so many sea turtles from choking on those plastic ring soda can things.”

“He fucked a fish!”

“He did not fuck a fish!”

“He wanted to fuck a fish!”

“He’s handsome, and an excellent swimmer…”

“What’s your problem with Superman?”

“He’s an alien!”

“Don’t be racist or xenophobic, Adrian.”

“A literal alien from outer space. And! And! He’s the Man of Steel!”

“Yes… impenetrability is one of his superpowers, hence the nickname. So?”

“So?? Haven’t you thought about why he really earned that nickname? He’d break your hand if you tried to punch him, sure, but he really got that nickname because every woman he’s ever slept with has ended up in a wheelchair for weeks after the deed.”

“Oh, come on. That’s bullshit.”

“Nuh uh! I read it! It’s true! It says that once you go Kryptonian, you’re gonna need a wheelchair.”

“From where? A fanfiction site? Kal-El is smart, handsome, and…”

Adrian wants to scream. Either you go on your dates with Justice League men and he tries (and probably fails) to sabotage them, and/or something drives him to finally confess. Or the Justice league men are in on it and it’s a ploy, all part of your plan to push Adrian to fess up already.

Or for something similar that’s funny, Adrian is your current boyfriend and somehow finds out that before you were dating, you, Superman, and Aquaman had a threesome. Or many threesomes, if you did it more than once.

“We’re just good friends now. Ok, yeah, I’ll admit that in the past, we were Friends With Benefits and hooked up a few times. So? You’ve had threesomes too, Adrian. I know about you, Peacemaker, and that Amber girl. Wasn’t she married? And I know that wasn’t the first threesome you’ve had.”

“Superman, I can understand…if you’re into men who would absolutely shatter your pelvis. And Aquaman? You really fucked the fish fucker?”

“Oh my god, Kal-El did not shatter my pelvis and Arthur did not fuck a fish! Where do you hear these rumors?”

“Google.”

“Well, what you read on the internet isn’t true. Anyway, it was years ago. It shouldn’t matter anymore. We’re all in committed relationships with other people now.”

“Did they give you any weird sexually transmitted alien or fish diseases like in the sci-fi movies?”

“Oh my god. No, they were both clean. Can we change the subject and focus on the task at hand?”

8. After Adrian accidentally blows himself up with a grenade and destroys his suit to the point of no salvation, he goes to you to task you with making him a new one. You designed and made him his Vigilante suit, so he knows he can go to you to patch it up or make him another one. It’s either platonic where you’re his sister or romantic where you’re his girlfriend. Up to you.

“I just need a patch job.”

“Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you’ve torn right through it! What have you been doing, Adrian? Moonlighting hero work?”

“Must have happened a long time ago.”

“I see. This is a hobo suit. You can’t be seen in this! I won’t allow it! Five years ago, maybe, but now?”

“What do you mean? You designed it.”

“I never look back. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain.”

“A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?”

“You can't! It’s impossible! I’m far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane.”

“Wait....you want to make me...a suit?”

“You push too hard, Adrian! But I accept. It will be bold. Dramatic!”

“Yeah.”

“Heroic!”

“Yeah, something classic, like Superman! Or Batman! Oh! They have great looks! Oh, the cape and the boots-“

“No capes!” You throw a paper ball at him.

“Isn’t that my decision?”

“NO CAPES! They’re tacky and impractical. Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment.”

“I only need a patch job. For sentimental reasons.”

You sigh. “Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit.”

“You’re the best of the best.”

“Yes, I know, Adrian. I know.”

“This project has completely confiscated my life, V. Consumed me as only hero work can. My best work, I must admit. Simple, elegant, yet bold. You will die.”

“I just...”

“I did your suit, and it turned out so beautiful. I cut it a little roomy for the free movement without creating gaps in the armor or weak points where the cloth is. The fabric is comfortable for sensitive skin and can also withstand a temperature of over 1000 degrees. Completely bulletproof. And machine washable, V. That’s a new feature.”

“What on earth do you think I will be doing?!”

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know, Adrian. Luck favors the prepared. I didn’t know your powers, so I covered the basics.”

“I don’t have any powers.”

“No? Well, you’ll look fabulous anyway. Your suit I also designed to withstand enormous friction without heating up or wearing out. A useful feature. Virtually indestructible...yet it breathes like Egyptian cotton. As an extra feature, the suit contains a homing device, giving me the precise global location of the wearer at the touch of a button. Well, V? What do you think?”

9. You’re either Adrian’s girlfriend or sister (romantic or platonic, up to you) and he’s being very stubborn and constantly leaving his hospital room/bed against medical advice because he’s more worried about you than himself so he wants to sit at your bedside until you get discharged, even if you’re asleep most of the time. Or after Adrian escapes from the hospital after getting shot, he goes directly to your place and you’re like,

“So instead of leaving or getting discharged from the hospital like a normal person, you took out your IVs and went out through the window, either ran or hot wired a car to come all the way here, without changing out of your hospital gown?”

“The bullet has been removed and I’m all stitched up, so it’s fine. I’m fine. Do you have spare clothes for me?”

“Yeah, I have a box of your clothes that you left. Gimme a sec and I’ll grab them. But you still have a lot of explaining to do.”

10. You’re Chris’ baby sister (you were an accident) and you were a literal baby when Keith died and so you were taken away from your dad since he was deemed unsuitable or Chris, fearing for your safety, took you away and left you on the doorstep of a foster care or something, so you’d be given to another, hopefully better family. Your father was and still is a piece of shit who couldn’t care less that you were gone. If anything, he was relieved to be free of the burden of having to deal with you. You’re given a new name and everything. You don’t remember your biological family. When Chris grows up he tries to find you but can’t and then he gets put in jail for four years. But then when he has to work for the 11th street kids gang on Project Butterfly they’re able to use their resources to find you and turns out you’re kinda coincidentally dating Adrian who you may or may not know is Vigilante.

11. You tend to be clumsy and reflexively say, “Fuck me!” whenever anything even minorly inconvenient happens like you accidentally cut yourself while using a knife, trip over something, bang your knee or elbow against something, accidentally knock something over, stun your toe, etc. but Adrian, your boyfriend, doesn’t quite understand that it’s an expression or figure of speech so he’s just like,

“Now? I mean… I’m down if you really want to, but we’re at work/in the middle of a mission. Shouldn’t we take care of that first? Unless you want a quickie, then I can…”

“Adrian, what are you— Oh. Oh! That wasn’t an invitation for sex, I just did something stupid and it hurt.”

“Oh… Oh yeah, that makes sense, no, yeah, that’s cool, that’s cool.… Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, it’s not that serious. Just a bruise or flesh wound. An ice pack or band aid will do, if I even need that. But I mean, since you asked…maybe later? Once we get home? If both of us still have enough energy by then.”

“Sure. Yeah, no, I mean…”

What if during the mission you go on together, Adrian is finally able to fulfill his dream of killing someone with a chainsaw and he’s so elated and pumped up on adrenaline that the two of you have sex to celebrate the success of the mission and that Adrian finally got to kill someone with a chainsaw?

12. You’re an Amazon (whether you’re Diana’s actual biological sister or not is up to you), but despite your proficiency in every single other category when it comes to fighting with swords, shields, hand-to-hand, rope, etc., you could never master how to shoot a fucking arrow from a damn crossbow. You’ve practiced for years and years but, to your shame and embarrassment, always kept missing your target. You don’t know what you’re doing wrong. You’d blame it on the wind at first, but it has to be something wrong with you. Well, to fulfill one Amazonian tradition, whether or not you’re a Princess, you must learn to shoot a flaming arrow through a ceremonial ring, which will happen on the eve of your sister’s coronation (or some other big and important event, like the Amazon Games). It's symbolic for lighting an eternal flame. Either Diana is going to do it with you, but she doesn’t have to practice because she’s already perfect, or you have to do it for some reason even though you’re younger than her. You’re dreading what you imagine will be your impending failure and public humiliation, until Adrian surprises you with appliances he’s saved and set up in the backyard. He teaches you how to shoot a crossbow and it’s like that scene from Princess Diaries 2.

“That's enough flaming ones for now. Are you sure I didn't burn you?”

“Of course you did. Look at his coat.”

“No, no, it's very minor. You just sort of seared the sleeve. Look.”

“Sorry.”

“Ready?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Take your stance.”

“Ok.”

He puts his hand on your shoulder to adjust you. “Elbow down. Just a bit. Use your mouth as an anchor.”

“Excuse me?”

“Touch your mouth. Good. Relax this hand. And breathe in. Release.”

You hit your target. Bullseye.

“Oh.” Did you really do that? It’s hard to believe.

“How did that feel?”

“Wonderful. Wonderful.”

You’d kiss him right then if you didn’t have witnesses.

#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x you #adrian chase x you #adrian chase x y/n #vigilante #adrian chase #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #vigilante prompts #peacemaker prompts #random fic ideas #fic ideas #pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these #I’d love to read it

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alucarddear · 8 months

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I finally had time to read "Immutable Truth" and man if you are 'losing your touch' then we're all impalpable. You have a way for writing dialogue that feels like it could've come straight from the characters mouth on the show. It makes for such good immersion like YES that's my GUY he WOULD fucking say that.

Also it was so sweet. When he says "when was the last time. Don't make light of my commitment to you." Like just that tiny bit of anger at even the thought of looking the other way. Guarantee that's when her resolve melted. Kicking feet and twirling hair, girl just let him hug you.

(And please by all means keep putting "silly girl" in his internal monologue if you want to give me a heart attack)

Okay, Metkapop, you’re spoiling me so much. I could’ve squealed reading your feedback.

I took a break from writing for a couple months (and this blog was my first attempt at writing in the first place) so I personally kinda didn’t like the result, but seeing some of you say it’s good, I’m glad!

YES, I wanted him to be slightly offended, like, excuse me? When have I ever…? Ah?! Tell me when was the last time, I dare you.

I wanted him to knock some sense into her, challenge her to think of even just one instance, just one instance of him even so much as glimpse at someone else.

No way. No way. Nope. Once in love, I imagine Adrian gives it his all and stays faithful. He has eyes only for her. All or nothing, darling. I thought his delivery had to be firm yet unaggressive, but that he also should acknowledge he needed to do better.

I really enjoy adding his pov/thoughts into everything rather than the unnamed s/o’s. I’m glad that the things he says, while cheesy, still come across Netflix-accurate haha.

Ugh, my brain continues to rot…

#when will my Alucard phase end #answered ask #on immutable truth #metkapop

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hummingbird-games · 1 year

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(spoilers for Logan's route incoming, etc, etc)

I'll be honest, if I had known I was gonna be suffering from brain rot due to Logan's route, I would have played his last. Dead last. I would have forgone my 'play all endings' plans (which has already been dropped until 2023), played Adrian (and probably been obnoxious on here about him) and then Logan.

Instead I am sitting here, still losing my damn mind because he managed to check off everything on a list I didn't make!!?? HUH

There's a scene near the beginning where MC is on her period and I won't lie, I may personally acknowledge it's a normal bodily function but that doesn't mean I'm the most mature person about it blocks it out every month. And I think MC would relate to me with that, but here comes Logan who treats it like the normal thing it is, upset that MC would think him unable to handle talking about it, and that my friends set the tone for Logan's route for me.

So the attraction is definitely on both sides, but it soon becomes apparent that no matter how many times MC tries to brush interactions off as strictly platonic, some of those interactions very much NOT platonic, good lord, Logan is feeling MC heavy. H e a v y. HEAVVVVVY! *cackles in Black woman* And as I went further into his route, and we learned more about him, what breaks him down, what builds him back up again, I was overcome with a lot of Feelings™️. Including a fake-judgy one about him being a horror fan, but I forgave him rather quickly I fear.

...because then the bastard decided he needed to play sweaty twister with us and a bitch was gone.

She was gone, wig gone, edges gone, everything gone gone gone. (Yes you can choose not to engage with the18+ content, but as for me and my house, we follow the smut🏃🏽‍♀️💨)

I had the audacity to actively pick "spice" and I WAS NOT PREPARED!! NOT EVEN CLOSE!!!

Forget girlfriend, I will be his WIFE if he asks!!! I'll even propose!!! 😭😭😭🥲

(If this review comes off as me being dickmatized, shut up. Shut it down. Stop point out things I'm well aware of. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.)

...On a more somber, chill note: Of all the things to love about Logan, I think it's his capacity for love. He doesn't beat around the bush, he's caring and considerate to a fault, and even at his lowest, even when he's hardest on himself, he still puts out good into his portion of the world. And that last part perfectly mirrors MC in my opinion. It's sweet. I want more of these kinds of feelings in my life, fictional and real lol.

I know this seems extra to add a read more after everything, but I have more to say. I always have more to say.

And now a confession. I actually got Logan's neutral end before I got his good end and like, it was already late, and I had gone through the five stages of grief and I was legitimately distraught (this is what happens when your too true to your MC, istg 🤡🤡🤡 I looked over the guide to see where I’d messed up and it was very humbling and then I got his good ending so all was well sdjhfjshd.

This is so random, but for those who have watched the movie 13 going on 30? The scene where Jenna and Matty are talking before he gets married and she confesses and then he confesses too but it’s like too late for things to change?? Yeah I watched that at like 12(??) years old and I gotta say, I didn’t have ‘reliving the pain of watching a missed love connection’ on my 2022 bingo board...

#...also triggering the jealousy scenes put enough chaos into my gremlin heart #I usually can take or leave it in my romance games #but jealous Logan and Ezra were too delicious to ignore 😂#and there's my logan thoughts #hope you enjoyed #or if you didn't please don't tell me #let me live in ignorance #I had so much more shit to say but like...I really need to be respectful and let y'all play #so please #when you do play #please slide into my dms #or heck I will be active on discord for you!!! I will do it!!#I am down and down badddddd #gem's game gems #an everyday love

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doevademe · 1 year

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I just finished reading Beastly by Alex Flinn and my percico brain rot is so bad I just can’t stop thinking about it. A Nico who post Bianca never really interacted with Percy or the camp again. Nico sticking to the shadows, doing the things he needs to canonically then dipping. To everyone at camp he’s just a blur they sometimes see in the corner of their eye. He shows up to battles or to save Percy but he’s gone before anyone can talk to him. And Percy’s been watching him mature from the corner of his eye, always a second too late to just get him to stay, and his heart aches.

Then there’s Nico who’s spiteful and hurt still because he never really got closure and still woefully in love with Percy. But he’s mean and thinks he’s unlovable and pushes people away. The closest person he has to him is maybe Hazel but he has so many walls up that there relationship just isn’t what it’s like in canon. And then Nico is still hung up over the way Hades treated him at the start. So even their relationship is strained even though Nico is the hero Hades has always wanted in a son.

But then maybe after the Athena Parthenon Nico is done with social interaction, Will had forced him to stay at camp to recover but he’d left as soon as he was able. A minor god or goddess sends him on a quest and maybe he fails or maybe he just annoys them with how pissy he’s being but they put a curse on him.

“Now you are as ugly on the outside as you believe yourself to be on the inside. Prove yourself lovable and my curse will be lifted.”

The only person he can go to is hades who is furious. His son, whose helped save the world twice has been turned into a beast like the creatures he slays. So he sets up Nico in a nice little brownstone where Nico becomes even more of a recluse.

There’s a scene in the book in which Adrian talks about giving up the name Kyle because it means handsome one, and it’s very funny to me. But i think in the same vein Nico would give up the name Victory ya know? Especially a Nico who’s had such little interaction with other people. This Nico wouldn’t think he was a winner, but I have no clue what he’d name himself.

Anyways Hades sends along a maid, so Nico won’t be entirely alone, Nico doesn’t know it but it’s the god who cursed him, having been forced to attend to his needs by an irate Hades. Maybe we see another familiar face to go in and tutor him or maybe it’s an oc, just someone who takes the role and makes Nico finally open his heart.

And he’s okay with them. He starts to care about them the only people he’s had consistent contact with since Bianca but then Percy Jackson tumbles into his life. Needing a place to lay low or something and Nico(who’s totally pretending to not be Nico) takes him in. Cares about him the way he’s cared for the god and his tutor. And then we get a sweet ending in which Nico saves him from a monster, they kiss and admit their love and Nico returns to how he used to look.

I don’t know, all the logistics are tumbling around in my head and I think itd be such a convoluted story but then I think of all the implications and I wanna cry. Can you imagine the scenes with bob?? Percy learning that Nico a boy he hasn’t spoken to in years is singing his praise to the titan he’d forgotten 😭😭😭 or even Percy being chained up by hades before the river styx. I just imagine Nico who had no clue about his fathers plans coming and saving him, and Percy feels so betrayed and Nico let’s him and then shoves him in the Styx because might as well if Percy’s already down here.

Anyways this isn’t really a prompt but more me needing to get rid of all these thoughts before I start another wip I’ll never finish 😅 maybe I still will but I was very excited by all the possibilities. Any thoughts if I do end up writing it? I love your writing and characterization, got any ideas on who would be his tutor or what he’d change his name to?

Okay, the story idea is quite fascinating. My first thought is that Nico has always been an extrovert who is misunderstood as an introvert due to his own traumas and holdbacks, so being transformed would just play further into that. He would be very low energy and socially starved, which may cause his lashing out at the god who curses him.

As for the tutor, I offer either Aceso or Zelus. The former due to being the goddess of the healing process, and her curse would be a way for Nico to "heal himself", so to speak, and the latter is the god of jealousy and fervor, so him being petty enough to curse Nico but also growing to care for him makes sense (he would also be a good foil to Nico's own negative feelings).

As for the name, I honestly have no idea. From this page on bad name meanings, Damian or Huxley sound appropriate, but renaming is not something I have experience with.

#I hope I helped #even if you never write it #thanks for sharing it #ask #anonymous #jacksangelo #long post

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year

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Getting the hang of things: 12, Clara and the kids try to take a normal human family vacation together and things don’t go as planned.

Happy Twelve Day, everyone! It’s still 12.12 where I am, so meh this is going up.

2190 words; one of my favorite inconsequential personal headcanons for Coal Hill if Clara continues teaching there is that the Eleven expy coworker eventually becomes headmaster, because why the fuck not; makes mention of the very angsty ch.33 (tumblr/FFN/AO3); sorry I’ve had severe OP brain rot the past half year please take this in penance (though I’ve got a lot more for it than DW coming sorry not sorry); friendly reminder to not interact with wildlife unless you are with an expert and the Doctor does not count as an expert; not really thoroughly beta’d, but if I find something egregious I’ll fix it for now I’m just tired

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All Clara really wanted was to go to the seaside. Just a seaside holiday with her husband and children… was that too much to ask?

The first reason it was deemed unattainable, it was because she had her time off request denied. She went directly to the headmaster’s office, as she was not in the mood to do anything else, and confronted him directly. She had the available time, there was no testing or other things going on then, her husband already had his time approved at his work (though, she did not mention that his time was automatically approved being as one saved the ability to tell a minor cosmic deity “no” for special occasions), so what was the problem…?

“Sorry, Clara,” the headmaster apologized. “I thought you knew.”

“…knew what, Adrian?”

“That’s the week of the Year Sevens’ class trip.”

Everything came rushing back to her in a rush of mortification. Yes, the Thursday and Friday she requested was when the Grade Sevens were going to Loch Lomond for a camping and culture excursion. She even was going to chaperone, since her “step-children” were on the trip this year. How in the bloody hell did she forget…? Wracking her brain quick as she could, she tried to think about when she could have possibly volunteer and then immediately forget the entire thing…?

Oh.

“Did you get me to agree to this… say… late September, early October…?”

“October 3rd, actually. I’ve got the paperwork here.”

“Adrian… you know I’m out of sorts around then,” she groaned.

“I had to get the list of adults ready, you know that,” the headmaster defended gently. He was one of the few who knew of her… particular family situation and all the intergalactic implications involved, and had known from the start. “Any other empty long weekend is yours, no questions.”

“Then I guess I’ll talk with the Doctor when I get home,” she sighed. She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache coming on, her attention stolen when the headmaster placed a couple stacks of papers on his desk. “Adrian Thomas Davies, what the bloody hell is that?”

“Not much,” he shrugged. “Since you mentioned him, we do need to discuss the Doctor…”

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The second reason that a regular family holiday was perfectly unattainable was due to the fact that… well… screw it, there was a lot of reasons, and they all kept piling up at a rapid pace.

Missing his tobacco habit for the first time in nearly two millennia, the Doctor stood surrounded by five dozen tweens who were wound up and excited for the fact they were on a trip away from home. He looked over at a pair of fathers who had also come along, envious at their excuse for a smoke break, the act of which brought them more than a few yards away at a designated stand at the edge of the carpark. It wasn’t even something he could magically pick up again for the duration of the trip, because one puff and Clara would be absolutely livid. Instead, he was surrounded by his children’s classmates, nearly all exuding a sort of energy he was not used to encountering, all because Clara accidentally volunteered him.

“Dad?” He glanced over and saw Alison staring up at him. “What's wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he lied. What was wrong was that he was currently risking a lot in order to be there for the trip. He was still taking the time off at the end of the week, but at the same time, he was also currently at the office, helping disassemble some extraplanar tech thanks to the scientific wonder that was the TARDIS. “How’re you holding up, Aly? You and Jim alright?”

“Yeah—he’s over with Auntie Nellie and Mum,” the girl said, pointing vaguely behind him. He turned and saw Clara and an Osgood—the only reason he was able to get away with a normally-contract-breaching use of time travel—as they attempted to corral some of the more energetic students. Although there were still other adults there to help out, there was not much being done to help the general chaos of sixty London-raised children getting ready to spend a week camping in Scotland. James was almost clung to Clara, which made his father chuckle. There was so much happening that it was a bit scary even for him.

“Dr. Oswald-Smith?” The Doctor looked and saw one of the wee terrors staring at him curiously. “When did you move to London from Scotland?”

“I moved to London from Gallifrey about two thousand years ago, in 1963,” he grunted. The tween scowled and looked at Alison.

“Is he going to be like this the whole trip?”

“He gets better,” Alison assured. The student shrugged and went off to another cluster, allowing the girl to glare at her father. “Don’t ruin this for us!”

“Ruin what?”

“Friends!” At that, he knew precisely what it was she meant: they needed to be able to interact with their new peers with little judgement. They had not yet been with these classmates for a year—as “transfer students”, they were on thin ice. That explained her outburst and irritation.

“Don’t worry, kiddo—I’m not looking to ruin anything,” he assured. The Doctor watched as she stormed off and joined her classmates. A pang of guilt struck through him—she was embarrassed by him.

“I see that look on your face.” He glanced over and saw Clara standing there, having abandoned Osgood to be devoured by rabid tweens or whatever was going on over on the other side of the carpark. “Don’t act like you’re surprised or anything.”

“Some normal family holiday this is turning out to be,” he noted. She just shook her head and sighed. “That’s what we wanted, right?” He bent down and they pecked their lips together—can’t show too much affection, after all.

“For the time being, anyhow,” she replied. She handed him a copy of the itinerary; it was decidedly packed with activities for the kids, which meant few breaks for the adults. “Think you can handle our group for the time being?”

“If our group isn’t stolen by the meme master over there,” he said, gesturing over towards Osgood. She and a small child looked like they were having a dance-off, with other adults watching carefully on from a distance. Clara made a note to invite Osgood back if they were running short on chaperones in the future—she was surprisingly good with the kids. “Let’s just get this over with, and then we can go on as normal. It’s only fair.”

“…to whom…?”

“Neither of us, I can tell you that.” Something over on the other side of the carpark caught his eye and he groaned internally. “None of these pudding-brains should know what the mechanics for trimonoclyde fusion is, correct?”

“Considering I have no idea what you just said…?”

“I’ll be right back—watch Osgood’s pockets. I think we’ve got thieves in our midst.” The Doctor went off to where there were some children huddled around a rock in order to confiscate something.

This was going to be a ride, that was for certain.

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As it turned out, camping with so many tweens was not a wise idea, both the Doctor and Clara found out. Their children? They weren’t being the best, but they were manageable. It was many of the rest of the children—not to mention a couple of the adults—that grated on their nerves. Between students attempting to run off into the woods and the adults’ inane banter and members of both groups attempting to wander off at different points to find a town (and therefore, wifi), things were beginning to get complicated.

“Remind me to throw your boss into a supernova when we get back,” the Doctor groused as he sat down next to Clara. The pair of them were taking the early watch in their half of the camp, making sure that no one decided to sneak off. All of the tents opened towards them, which admittedly was a big help, but it was still a two-person job at the very least. With the loch to their backs and the other watch pair further off, it could have nearly been considered private.

“You will not be doing anything to Adrian… and no calling in favors on him,” she warned. She poked the fire in front of them with a stick, agitating the logs so more could catch fire properly. “This part’s nice, at least.”

“I thought you hated bonfires.”

“I do—I’m talking about the quiet.” She leaned back and looked up at the stars, the fact they were even there an incredible thing to see for someone who normally lived in London. Smiling, Clara continued to stare as she leaned against the Doctor’s shoulder.

“What are you looking at?” he asked.

“Stars.”

“You see them all the time when we’re out in the TARDIS.”

“True, but I don’t often get to see them while on Earth,” she reasoned. “Even now, the village is close enough that we don’t really see everything.”

“It’s a shame, because everything looks amazing from here.” She turned her head to see that he was looking directly at her, without any regard for the sky above or the tents they were supposed to be minding. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before wrapping an arm around her and tucking her head under his chin. “We’ll have to do this on our own when we’re feeling up to camping.”

“A camping permit for just the four of us?”

“I was thinking a little something pre-permits.” Clara could then feel the Doctor tense. “Did you see that?”

“See what?”

“I think I saw something over by the back tents.”

“A wildcat, I bet.”

“Possibly, but let me see.” He grabbed a torch and stood, heading back over towards the rear of the encampment. Shining the torch around, he didn’t catch anything. “Huh. Nothing. I guess it was my imagin—”

At that, a wildcat did indeed jump out from behind a tent and hissed at the Doctor. The Time Lord stared at it, unimpressed.

“I’d change your attitude if I were you,” he said. “No one’s here to steal your kills.”

A yowl and a hiss escaped the cat, the hairs on its back standing on-end.

“They’re a bunch of kids—kittens, if you will—and although yes I admit some of them are losing that thing that makes them cool, most of them are rather brilliant.” The wildcat did not yield. “Aren’t you the pleasant one?”

“Doctor? Should I get Osgood?”

“Naw—it’s just a cat,” he said.

Soon as the words left his lips, the wildcat attacked. The feline jumped at him, meowing loudly. Other cats then started popping out from the wood, all of them attempting to climb at him and bite or swipe at his ankles and knees. He tried to shoo them away to no avail; they kept coming, somehow all swarming him. Students and other chaperones alike began poking their heads out of their tents to see what all the commotion was about.

“Dr. Oswald-Smith, are you alright?” one of the chaperones asked blearily. The wildcat nearest her hissed violently, forcing her to retreat back into the tent.

“It’s always you getting into trouble like this,” Clara groaned. She suddenly appeared at his side with the broom left to them by the parks people, trying to bat the wildcats away without hurting them. A few got the hint, but most kept attacking. The Doctor made a run for the loch, wading into the shallow bit before the cats began to rethink leaving him alone. One, however, lunged up and at him, knocking him fully over into the water. By now their entire side of the camp was awake and staring at the scene, along with some from the other half, with James and Alison looking on in horror.

“This is an absolute disaster,” James squeaked. The cat that knocked over his father jumped back to shore and bounded through camp and into the wood, disappearing as silently as it appeared.

“Disaster doesn’t even cover it,” Alison groaned. She looked at the three girls that she was sharing a tent with and scowled. “Would you believe me if I said this wasn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen happen to him?”

“I believe it, Ozsmith,” one of them replied. They watched as the Doctor dragged himself out of the loch, absolutely sopping wet. “Maybe that’s the story behind the monster up in Ness?”

“Knowing Dad? Probably had something to do with it.”

If they asked, then yes, of course he had something to do with the sensation up in Loch Ness. To be honest, he’d had Victoria and Jamie take turns recording the whole thing. Yet right now? In front of most of his children’s Human classmates? In the cold? Under the scrutiny of half a dozen torches? He was just lucky that the TARDIS was able to tone down his cursing over such a long distance.

#Whouffaldi #Whouffle #Clara Oswald #Twelfth Doctor #Aly Oswald Smith #Jim Oswald Smith #Petronella Osgood #she's featured anyhow #Adrian Davies #kinda #Doctor Who #fan fiction #replies #Greyface replies #idk if it's one of you or a bunch of you but i also got some persistent anoning that i am respectfully asking to chill lol

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Hi! I love your fics so much and I'm glad your still writing for Adrian Chase cause I'm legit obsessed with him! You do such a good job writing for him and you're amazing at smut. Can I ask what fics you're working on now?

Hello!! I’m so happy you like my stories!! Thanks for the support and honestly he rots my brain!!! Also I’m currently working on another smut and a requests that involves Adrians self healing factor!!! :3

#lovely anon #anon ask #answered

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theowritesstuff · 2 years

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“Vigilantes Hot.”

Adrain Chase x afab!gn!reader

Summary: You tell Adrian what you really think about Vigilante

Part 2: “I wanna have sex with you!”

Warnings: mentions of smut

A/N: can you guys tell I’m really going through an Adrian brain rot?

Being friends with Adrian for a long time meant that you two knew each other pretty well. The two of you were constantly seen together, almost attached at the hip.

More often than not, people would assume the two of you were dating. Of course they would, anyone could see the way you looked at each other and sent each other bright smiles, and could see the way you felt about one another.

Of course Adrian had your heart. He had it the minute you met him. His awkward grin gave you butterflies in your stomach. His constant spouting off about who knows what never failed to make you laugh.

You had his heart too though. He had never felt so secure with himself before he had met you. Sure he had Peacemaker, and the rest of the 11th Street Kids, but none of them made him feel the way that you did. You never ridiculed him for his thoughts or tried to push him away.

He knew he needed to keep you safe from anything the world might throw at you. Every night he went out as Vigilante, trying to make the world a safer place, for you.

You had noticed something change in Adrian when he started missing out on movie night. Every Friday night for as long as you could remember, you would have a movie night where each of you would pick a movie and show it to the other.

Adrian never missed a movie night, until he started going out as Vigilante.

Then you started to notice he was a little banged up when you’d see him at Fennel Fields Saturday mornings. He’d have bruises scattered on his arms, possibly a cut or two on his face.

One Saturday morning you caught him at work, he was sporting a black eye and a busted lip.

“Adrian?! What the hell happened?!” You exclaimed as you reached out to hold his face in yours. Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip, causing him to wince and pull away.

“Y/n, it’s okay. I’m perfectly fine.” He’d try to tell you. He’d make up some excuse about being attacked by his neighbor’s parrot, or about getting into a fight with a raccoon that had managed to sneak into his house.

It didn’t take long for you to add everything up. The news would talk about a vigilante who was seen killing someone, then the next day Adrian would look a little worse for wear.

You knew Adrian would never admit to being Vigilante. He was trying extremely hard to hide his secret identity. But that didn’t stop you from making comments, trying to get him to slip up.

“What pet did you say your neighbor had? A cockatoo, right? I’ve been thinking about getting one.” No, his neighbor had a parrot. Supposedly.

“Oh yeah, but be careful, those things are vicious.”

“Hey Adrian, movie night tonight?” He wouldn’t keep blowing you off, right?

“I’m sorry, I’ve got a thing tonight. I’ve gotta write out some letters. To my pen pals.” Pen pals?

Adrian wasn’t going to tell you the truth. He was just going to continue to blatantly lie to you. So, why not mess with him a little?

You were both at your house, eating lunch. A pizza box sat on the table in your living room. You and Adrian sat beside each other on your couch, chatting away.

“Hey, you ever heard of Vigilante?” You ask, raising a slice of pizza to take a bite, starting at him.

Adrian tensed up, then leaned back, trying to look as non suspicious as possible.

“Of course I’ve heard of him.” His eyebrows were knit together. He wouldn’t take his eyes off the pizza in his hand.

“He’s pretty cool.”

Adrian hummed in response. He grabbed his beer off the table in front of him. He raised it to his lips to take a drink.

“Yeah. Vigilantes hot.”

A sudden coughing fit overtook Adrian as he tried not to choke on his drink. You tried to hide your laugh behind your hand.

“What? He’s hot. Someone who goes out to make Evergreen a safer place? That’s hot.”

Adrian was still trying to recover from his coughing fit. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and cleared his throat.

“I’d love to meet him. Maybe get him alone for a little while. Let him have his way with me.” You watched as a blush began to spread across Adrian’s face.

“He’d wrap his strong arms around me, and then he could pound into me like there’s no tomorrow.” You sigh out. “People say he’s pretty funny too, witty, I could put that mouth to good use.”

“I need to leave. I think I left the oven on.” Adrian stood up abruptly, and grabbed the empty pizza box. He held it in front of his crotch, trying to hide the tent in his pants that your words had given him.

“Bye Adrian!” You called out to him as he scurried out your front door.

Messing with Adrian was fun, but would either of you ever confess your feelings to one another?

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker vigilante #vigilante x reader #vigilante

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there is not a DOUBT IN MY EMPTY MIND that Adrian doesnt get turned on by a good chase. Like this mf would be 1000% down to chase you through the woods and plow you when he catches you. Hes rotting my brain help me

YES ABSOLUTELYYYYY HC TIME

this wasn't meant to be as long as it turned out to be i don't know what came over me but whatever let's go

warnings: outdoor sex, unprotected piv sex, dry humping, knife play, penetration with foreign object (handle of a knife), facefucking, being chased, dirty talk, language (tried to keep as gn as possible but lmk if i've slipped up / lmk if i need to add more warnings)

this is definitely one of his biggest fantasies. a s/o who wants him both in and out of the vigilante suit is a dream come true anyway, but a s/o who's down to indulge him in his fucking feral fantasies then like ,,, yes.

if he wasn't already then suggesting something like this is a sure fire way to get him to fall head over heels, madly in love with you.

honestly I think it would start out pretty innocent. like the two of you would be in your home and you'd steal something from his hands. you'd taunt him and tease him ("if you want it back you'll have to catch me first") and within seconds he'd be after you. he'd chase you around your place and you'd laugh and squeal every time he got closer to you, and he would smile and joke along with you but you see the predatory look in his eyes and you know he's getting a kick out of it.

your suspicious are confirmed when he eventually catches you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close to him, your back against his chest. you drop whatever it is you've stolen from him and he doesn't move to pick it up. he just holds you there, brushing his nose against your cheek, mumbling something about how it's cute that you think you can outrun him. he's hard, my god, he's hard and it takes everything he has in him not to start rutting his hips against you then and there, to bend you over the back of the couch and dry hump you until he cums in his pants.

he probably would do that, actually, because he's fucking feral. or he'd pull his jeans down, while you get out of your bottoms and he'd stuff his cock inside of you. he'd cum within seconds just from the excitement, grunting and growling in your ear.

that would be enough to satisfy him, he would never want to push you into doing anything you don't want to do, so I think if you were to take it a step further, you would have to be the one to suggest it first. if you told him that you wanted him to take you somewhere quiet, to chase you down like you're his kill for the night in the vigilante suit, fuck you senseless out in the open as soon as he gets his hands on you, then who is he to say no?

he would suggest that you do it in a woods, though ("because public sex is illegal, duh" "but arent woods still a public place?" "well, yeah. but it's only illegal if you get caught" so he bends the rules sometimes)

he would take you to a small wooded area nearby, nothing too big because he doesn't want you to get actually lost. then he'd give you a "head start" just so you have a little time to run and find your bearings. he'd sit in the car for a minute until you disappear from his sight and then he'd be out of the car immediately (partly out of concern for your safety and partly because hes so fucking excited)

he knows you, and he knows how chases usually go, so I have no doubt in my mind that he'd be able to find you within minutes. he'd be tracking you like a fucking hunter tracks their kill. he'd be so hard it hurts, his cock pushing against the material of his suit and his heavy breathing fogging up the visor in his mask.

he would definitely fuck with you. he'd be close behind you at all times, hiding behind trees to make sure that you can't see him. but he'd toy with you, pressing his foot down particularly hard against a twig until it snaps, or kicking leaves on the ground. anything to get you to turn around or gasp or stop in your tracks to check your surroundings because it's so weirdly quiet and it could just be an animal and you know it's just sweet, lovely adrian but it still freaks you out. just a little extra thrill for him. If you're running from him then he'd definitely make his presence known. his footsteps would be loud and heavy to match yours, but they'd die down as soon you stopped to look around for any sign of him. (I think if he saw you fall over he'd immediately rush over to you tho bc he doesn't want to see you get hurt bc of his twisted lil game </3)

when he finally decides to make his move, he'd want to catch you completely off guard. the first time (because let's be honest this would happen more than once. he's an adrenaline junkie and he loves fucking you, it's the perfect scenario) he would probably be too excited to even think straight. he'd be waiting for you behind a tree, and he'd just reach out and grab your arm and push you up against the tree, pressing his hips against you. you'd cry out in shock and writhe against him until he mumbles "it's only me, babe" in your ear and then you begin to calm down. you wouldn't have much time, though. because I think you'd be bent over within seconds. he wouldn't be able to help himself. the thrill of the chase, of hunting you down, was enough to get him rock hard. he would have your bottoms and the bottom half of his suit pulled down and he'd be shoving his cock inside of you, one hand pressed against the tree, the other one on your hip in a bruising grip. he'd fuck you at a brutal pace, grunting and mumbling about how you've been a "bad little slut, and bad sluts deserve to be punished" and how you can "never escape him" and you'd tell him through breathless moans that you belong to him and you would never want to escape him. he'd be cumming almost instantly with the most guttural moan you've ever heard escape his throat.

I think after the first time the initial thrill and excitement would ware off a little so he'd be able to take his time with you. he'd still be rock hard trying to catch you because he knows what's coming, but it would allow him to try other things. I think knifeplay would be something he'd be into, if were down to try it. he'd love to corner you at the edge of the woods and hold the knife to your throat while he slips his hands into your underwear.

also you can't tell me that this man wouldn't LOVE to fuck you with the handle of his knife (if you were okay with that). he'd bend you over against a tree and you'd be expecting his cock to enter you but instead you feel cold metal and it takes you a good minute to realise that he's fucking you with his knife (he'd have the biggest shit-eating grin on his lips while doing this, too) he'd make you cum as many times as possible with the knife, too. one hand to push the handle in and out of your throbbing cunt (gently because he'd never want to actually hurt you) and the other hand being used to rub circles against your clit. bringing you to orgasm multiple times on his knife would be enough to have him cumming in the pants of his suit.

face-fucking. he would love to try face-fucking after catching you, also. I think adrian is a sucker for oral sex, giving and receiving. he loves being between your legs and leaving bruises and marks on your thighs, just as much as he loves shoving his cock into your mouth, holding your hair and fucking your face. doing this in the woods after an adrenaline rush would literally send him fucking feral. he'd be blowing his load in your mouth instantly.

i think he'd get creative with how he catches you too. you can't tell me this mf wouldn't jump out of a tree and grab you from behind or tackle you to the ground (turning his body just before you hit the ground so he breaks your fall) and then lay you on our stomach fuck you then and there

afterwards he'd rip the mask off of his face to reveal his flustered cheeks and curly hair and doe eyes and he'd look at you like butter wouldn't melt. he'd put the familiar dilf glasses back on and he'd probably say hi and make some dumb joke and the two of you would giggle, but he would praise you and tell you how good you did and that he loves you. he'd help you get dressed and smooth your hair over then hed scoop you up into his arms and carry you back to the car. you'd be half asleep with your head rested on his shoulder, exhausted from the chase and from being fucked dizzy. he'd put you in the front seat gently and fasten your seatbelt, probably find an old jumper of his in the trunk of his car for you to lay your head against. on the drive home he'd keep one hand on the wheel and the other in your hair, scratching gently at your scalp, or he'd rest his hand on top of yours, mumbling that he loves you and he knows that you're asleep but he doesn't care he just likes saying it.

when you get home he'd carry you into the house and he'd shower with you, gently washing the dirt from the woods from your body and cleaning any little cuts and kissing any cuts / bruises you have gently even if you didn't get them that day.

he'd carry you out of the shower and dry you himself even if you insist that you can do it yourself he still wants to. he'd try to make you any food you want or order or pick up anything for you but at the end of the night you'd fall asleep in each others arms :,)

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generalfoolish · 2 years

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We're Playing Video Games

Summary: In which you reward Adrian for taking out a Great Enemy

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, oral (m receiving), also Elden ring brain rot

Word Count: 1.2K A/N: Feral tonight at work, I guess.

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Your eyes are glued to the screen as you watch Adrian’s character steer Torrent away from a surge of fire, he’s too slow, and the flames engulf the horse, and chunk his character’s health down. It looks like he’s out, but his character staggers up again.

“You’re still in it, motherfucker!” You cry out, and Adrian grunts as he furiously swings out against the dragon.

“Torrent’s still in it, too!” He tells you, before the dragon falls down, and he’s able to hit it quickly, the health bar dropping in chunks.

“Great Enemy Felled” flashes on the screen, and you jump excitedly.

“You killed that fucking dragon!” You exclaimed, and he punched the air.

“I killed that fucking dragon!” He tosses the controller to the side and sweeps you into his arms, peppering kisses up and down your face. He lands sloppily on your mouth, and the game is forgotten momentarily.

The sound of a heavy hit draws your attention before it does his, and you pull away, leaving Adrian frowning and chasing after you.

“Babe, you’re dying.” You tell him, nudging his glasses back down.

“I know!” He tells you, whining. “The only cure is kissing.” He urges, sliding his nose along yours.

“No, babe, in the game.” You tell him, nuzzling him back. “You’ll lose the runes.” You mumble, kissing him quickly. He grumbles, but stretches to grab the controller, his t-shirt riding up and exposing his taut, pale skin. You fight the urge to nip at it.

When you’d brought home Elden Ring, you weren’t sure how Adrian was going to react. You knew he loved D&D, even if he told people he wasn’t into it anymore. But he wasn’t big into gaming, nor did he have a ton of time to play. When it loaded up, he had said he’d just watch you play, but the further you got the more you could almost see the hyperfixation grab him. You talked him into making a character, and he had been obsessed, playing as much as he could.

His endless texts now included Reddit forums and memes about Elden Ring, and you knew he’d been talking about it at work, because when you dropped by for the occasional lunch break together, a few waitresses complained about his fixation with monsters.

You had worried briefly that your time together would suffer, but it only brought you closer. And besides, if Adrian beat a boss, he was on you. His insatiable sexual appetite only grew with the endorphin rush of beating a harsh enemy; a fact which hadn’t surprised you. He was always tearing into you after a rough night out. You knew that fighting and fucking went hand in hand with him.

What had surprised you was his reaction to you beating a boss.

You had fought Margit a few times in a row, it was the first boss, after all. You had shaken your head after your last defeat, and declared your surrender, but Adrian had just shook his head.

“One more time, chicken.” You had snorted at him, but summoned Rogier up all the same. Pushing through the mist, adrenaline pumping, and you had done it. You had beat Margit. You had beat Margit before Adrian, even, which was a feat in it of itself. You had squealed and dropped the controller, expecting to be met with an onslaught of kisses, instead Adrian was sitting completely still, staring at you.

You couldn’t make out his expression, and you had started to move closer or say something, and without any other preamble, he stood up and threw you over his shoulder. You laughed when you could breathe, the wind having been knocked out of your chest.

He had fucked you senselss that night, promising that with every boss you beat he’d owe you “a good licking.”

He had made a similar promise when the two of you had gotten into Fortnite for a hot minute. He had gotten on his knees, proclaiming that for every Victory Royale, he would eat you out until you cried.

Adrian always kept his promises.

You watched him, attacking the creatures around the ruins and knew you wanted to pay him back. You watched his tongue poke out in concentration, and his arms flex as he swiftly delivered a death blow to the knight. Your mind was made up, so you slid into the floor and settled between his open knees. He glanced down at you quickly, the majority of his attention on the screen.

“Whatcha doin,’ chicken?”

“I think you’re owed a ‘good licking.’” You told him, running your hands up his legs, skirting under the loose cotton shorts he wore around the house. His tongue poked out in concentration, fingers moving deftly across the controller, not having processed your words yet, so you snaked your own fingers up under the shorts and found him commando. He gasped at your touch on his dick, the soft skin warming under your hand, and you pulled; the easy movement a warning. He pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand, racing Torrent to the nearest site of grace. He moved quickly, but your gestures were quicker. Moving slowly, teasing the head, you felt his penis twitching to life, color flaming his cheeks as he poured every ounce of concentration into just getting to a safe spot. He was slamming the triangle button as you hooked your fingers in his short’s waistband and pulled, easing the front over his erection, and slipping them down his legs. He breathed a sigh of relief, one that broke into a strangled moan as you took his entirety in your mouth, relaxing as his tip made it to the back of your throat. He was muttering above you, chanting your name and strings of expletives, as you slid him slowly out, wrapping your hand around the shaft. Sucking his tip, you pumped his length, before breaking contact with your mouth to lathe at the soft skin of his hip. You kept the repetitive motion, a slow up and down, followed by a twirl of your wrist around the bulbous head, the slit weeping and glistening from your own saliva.

You mouthed across his pelvis, licking and sucking your way back to his rigid penis. You licked up the prominent vein, lapping at the underside of the engorged head, before slipping it back into your mouth. His hips bucked up, forcing him further in your mouth, and you squeezed his shaft in response, another warning.

His muttered praises, that continuous rumbling, stuttered, as he dug his fingers in the couch. You twirled your wrist faster, putting a light pressure on his balls by grabbing them with your free hand, while swallowing him down your throat. He cried out at the sensation, and placed his hand carefully into your hair, his own warning.

You smiled around him, taking him further, feeling the hot spurts in the back of your throat, before swallowing his spend down. He tensed as he came, and in the moments after, he relaxed, twirling your hair in his fingers, panting, before pushing his glasses back up and leaning down to kiss you.

He pushed his tongue in your mouth, tasting himself and moaning. When he pulled back, you noticed he was wrecked, his arms limp, and you kissed him again, before helping him move his pants back up.

“My turn then?” You asked, grabbing the controller from beside him. He chuckled weakly, nodding against the couch.

“Whatever you want, chicken.” He hummed contentedly, cuddling into you.

tagged:@michi-reads @strawberriesandknives @uncle-eggy @fictionlandslanddreams @uwiuwi @lostinwinderland314

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jangofctts · 2 years

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Keida this thought has been stuck in my brain for hours so here u go; any time you go to show Adrian a cute/funny video/meme from social media, he’ll bitch about how social media rots your brain and tracks you and yada yada but guaranteed, if you force him to give it a chance and use TikTok, he would be pissing his pants at the dumbest shit. That “Oh no, little German Boy!” trend would have him in stitches. He has the most fucked up sense of humour. Like a very damaged, murderous 13 year old, but he still finds poop jokes to be the peak of comedy. Also, I know he’d never be down for it, but imagine cosplaying your D&D characters together and roleplaying on the app,,,,,, if the secret identity wasn’t as issue, he would be a sucker for it

adrian loves the sensory baby videos on tiktok lMFAO HES ALSO THE TYPE TO BE LIKE nO i Hate tiktoK BUT IS ON THERE FOR HOURS AND WILL SEND U 99+ TOKS A DAY AGDNDN i cry this thot is so cute

#i am a Chronic tiktok user ahdjd #ask #keida answers #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader

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happywastedyears · 4 years

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references to other statements in “night night”

one of my favorite parts about this episode were all the callbacks to previous episodes where the event happened when the statement-giver was a child, so i wrote them out as a list here

the twisting shadow behind the swings: marcus mackenzie (146), who was tormented by the distortion beginning in childhood. his first encounter with it involved his favorite toy, his jumprope, which he specifically mentions bringing to school (presumably playing with it near the school’s playground)

the tree in the back garden that will “bite off [jack’s] hands to wear like apples”: hill top house. this is my favorite reference here because it brings together that mysterious tree, the rotting apples connected with the spider, and the whole weird thing with raymond’s hand being found around agnes’s waist when she commits suicide. my tinfoil hat brain is going nuts trying to figure out if this has/ties into any larger meaning or if it’s just a reference

the drum from the old drying machine with the big slimy worm underneath that will squeeze him til his eyes pop out: adrian weiss (84), whose landmarks when approaching old maggie’s house included a washing machine without a drum (interesting that it’s the missing drum in this episode) and who finds a mask of his friend gordon in the yard with worms crawling through the mouth

lives in the drain and pops up when you’re washing your hands and bites off your fingers one by one and can be stopped by flashlight: this one is a little less direct. i’m thinking it might be julia (in ep9), given the whole thing with the dark water flowing out of the taps in her house and the water’s connection to the Dark (ie light is its antithesis) but it also puts me in mind of lester chang from ep93, whose father-in-law had mold in his drain (though he wasn’t a kid so i don’t think this was the intended connection)

kaitlyn hiding in the wardrobe: benjamin hatendi (86), whose friend hid from the Dark monster in his wardrobe until he died there (technically benjamin wasn’t a kid for this but it was a childhood fear and the event was quintessential Dark so it still counts ok)

spiky fish with big eyes and pointy teeth in the picture book: this is also a bit more abstract, but it reminds me of little jonathan sims being marked by the Web after reading a picture book (81)

i think it’s also another really clever detail that the episodes on this list cover several different entities, underscoring the point about the fears wanting the children to mature so they can be truly frightened by other entities than the Dark

#tma #the magnus archives #magpod #mag173 #mag 173

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honey-hippie-harper · 3 years

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through the burning shell

Hello it’s been 84 years.

This is fun :): I wrote this as a Christmas present for @obsidianfr3sk (YES DAWNIE KEEP POSTING YOU CHRISTMAS FICS DURING MARCH. YOU GO GIRL) and it’s a sequel to my other fic “through the bleeding shell” where I basically try to save Simon and Hugh from the queerbaiting MM turned them into by adding a certain degree of complexity to their relationship. This is a story about gays, grief and a dead friend + Simon defending Nova bc I don’t roll with Supernova. Hence, I am not morally obligated to obey canon <3

Anyway afgdhjafghsj i don’t think you need to read the first part to understand this, and I hope you like it <3. I don’t want to give much away, but this sort of turned into a collaboration that got out of control and @obsidianfr3sk might write a third part in the future ;)

through the burning shell

“There have been rumors that the public revealing of Agent N is to include a public execution as well.”

Being all together, right there, Simon saw Hugh narrowing his eyes, staring directly at Genissa Clark, formerly Frostbite, now neutralized, along with the rest of her team.

Well.

Almost all of them.

“That’s true.” Hugh started, and Simon couldn’t help but think he shouldn’t have answered. A part of him was getting a pretty bad feeling from this. “For his crimes against humanity, Ace Anarchy has been sentenced to death.”

“Why stop there?” Said Genissa. “I would argue that his accomplices deserve the same fate.”

The same fate.

His brain struggled to make a connection between that sentence and the one Hugh had uttered. At first, he didn’t understand. A couple of fast seconds later, Simon realized that, by saying “fate”, she was referencing something.

She was referencing, more specifically, Ace Anarchy’s sentence.

A death sentence.

Accomplices.

The Anarchists.

“Nightmare deserves the same fate.” Nova deserves the same fate. “Nightmare must die… And I want to be the one to do it.”

Nova must die.

And I want to be the one to do it.

A child killing another child, publicly, with the Renegades’ permission.

A child they had taken under their wing, Genissa Clark that is, killing another child, who had been in Simon’s house, who had touched Adrian’s heart, and who had made bad choices but was still a person. The official version of the events said she had stabbed Max, and Danna claimed she was Nightmare, but they hadn’t taken any declarations or anything, so that story might as well just change.

Simon couldn’t help but feel she didn’t deserve to die.

Maybe because she actually didn’t. It didn’t feel fair.

One thing was sentencing Ace Anarchy, the man who had lifted an entire city, leaving a ridiculously huge number of deaths in the process, who had stolen, broken and burned, who had killed a man (the mayor) and his pregnant wife, who had killed his own brother, sister-in-law and possibly his two nieces...and another, pretty different thing was to allow this 19 year old girl kill a 16 year old one, who had some crimes that could put her into jail for like 3 or 5 years, but weren’t horrible enough to give her a death sentence. She was a minor. She wasn’t yet beyond repair…

And if she was to be executed, then she was still a minor. She didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that. She didn’t deserve her life to be taken away with so little dignity.

Not by Genissa Clark.

Not like that.

And, stars, please, not now.

Not right now.

It was unthinkable, it was barbaric, it was animal, it was almost as if…

A quiet chuckle.

A quiet chuckle that, suddenly, interrupted his train of thought and, with all the pain in his heart, he was able to recognize in a blink.

Evander was chuckling.

Genissa Clark, nonchalantly, was blackmailing them. She was trading her silence for the legal permission to kill someone, in front of a crowded arena. And Evander was chuckling.

Genissa Clark wanted to murder Nova, and Evander was chuckling.

“Is that all it will take to quit their complaining?”

What else did he want?

“Works for me.”

Simon almost flinched to the audacity. To the severity of the implication. To the way he was saying it. So smug. So relaxed, so….Evander it almost made Simon mad.

That was so Evander lately.

Because, lately, Evander didn’t understand anything. Not even because he had a pregnant wife waiting for him at home. There was life inside that woman. Life that had come from him.

How couldn’t he understand?

How could somebody be so cold?

“These are lives we’re discussing.” Simon reminded him, shooting a look in his direction.

“Villains’ lives.” Evander responded. “Nightmare doesn’t deserve mercy any more than Ace Anarchy does. She was the one who neutralized them, so it seems fair to me.”

Villains’ lives were still lives.

Nova was a person.

Nova was...Nightmare, but before Nightmare, she was Nova, and Hugh and him had met her personally. Adrian had met her personally.

And, besides, with this logic, then all the Renegades were to be executed.

After all, Agent N was meant to be used by Renegades. They were the ones who were planning to neutralize people when they felt threatened. But when Nightmare did it, then she immediately deserved the death penalty.

Hugh would understand that. Everyone would understand that, just like Simon did.

They had to understand it.

Hugh had to understand it.

-.-

Yet, he didn’t.

Some time ago, Hugh had pledged to understand. Not directly per se, but he had pledged it in the name of his cause.

He promised he would understand.

And then, when he needed to understand the most, he didn’t.

He said he would.

Then he fucking didn’t.

“How can we run a city, much less an entire world, if we’re busy dealing with every trivial bit of bureaucratic nonsense that comes up?” He said.

“This solves two problems at once.” He said.

And he said that to Adrian’s, their son, face. Their son, who was just trying to help, by questioning how morally correct was to do something like that, just like Tamaya, Kasumi and himself had done, being ignored in the process.

“We need that right now. And we need to be united in this decision.”

“And why’s that, exactly?” Adrian asked. “Do we not want the world to know this is actually a dictatorship?”

In that moment, Simon knew Adrian had never spoken to Hugh like that. He had always been a pretty calm kid, who liked to question their decisions sometimes because, as a Renegade himself, of course he would feel uncomfortable or have doubts sometimes. But never had he called Hugh out. Not in that tone. Not with that entire bottle of venom flowing out of his mouth, melting his teeth, and mixing with his boiling blood.

Simon felt unable to tell him to stop, after his own voice had been ignored, and Hugh pretended Evander was the only one who mattered in the team. And it wasn’t that Evander didn’t matter.

It was just that he was wrong.

Besides, harsh as that sounded, Simon still couldn’t believe that those stinky, rotting, putrid, nauseating words had come from Hugh’s mouth. His Hugh. The man he had decided to marry, because he loved him so, so much, for him had been able to see him even when he was invisible. Literally.

Right in front of his eyes, Hugh morphed into a caricaturesque villain. His hands, which Simon had held so many times, were suddenly covered in both dry and fresh blood, red as an apple, but smelling like death.

Death.

The same death that was living like a parasite inside of his eyes, the only place that other people could harm. And the parasite was traveling through his system, all the way to his brain, spinning it around like a mirrorball, and eating from it like he was nothing.

Hugh’s hands were tied, too, and the strings were made of rope, a material he could easily tear apart, but seemed to have forgotten about that.

He was like a puppet, as the press, as society, and as tons and tons of eyes pulled from the ropes.

And nobody knew how to free him, not even himself.

“Do we not want the world to know this is actually a dictatorship?”

Adrian’s voice haunted him for days. The way in which he said that haunted him for days, and after a while, Simon just accepted he wouldn’t be able to get rid of it. It had become another one of the wounds he carried, open and bleeding, through life. The worst part of it all, was that Simon knew Adrian was right. That, at this point, everyone but Hugh, Evander and Genissa Clark were right.

But if he knew where had they gone wrong, and if he knew he didn’t agree with this monstrosity...why did it hurt so much?

How did you speak to a person who didn’t want to listen?

And, most importantly: Where were you supposed to get the courage to do it from?

-.-

Nova had spent seventeen days in Cragmoor Penitentiary when Adrian said he wanted to see her. He had been so mad at her, that it caught Simon off guard.

Not that he wasn’t able to understand it.

Adrian had had a couple of girlfriends and boyfriends throughout his life but, from what Simon could see, Nova was by far the one he had been the most serious about, to the point it almost seemed she was the one who would stay. Simon would’ve wanted to see his partner too, no matter how mad he was at said partner, if he knew they had been sentenced to death.

As fast as they could, knowing they were facing an authority (Adrian had asked them to be with him in the room), the wardens brought her right away, in a matter of minutes.

Through the glass, Simon saw her, on the metal platform, with her arms and legs being held, tightly, by braces, which were equally made of metal. For the look in her eye, Simon could almost hear her desperate begs for her visitor not to be Adrian. Yet, he had been, and he wasn’t alone, which, if anything, only made it worse.

Simon, from his part, was staring at two different glasses at the time. The one that divided them from Nova, and Adrian’s glasses, which revealed the pain he was penetrating Nova’s soul with, and also the rage he was entitled to feel.

But Nova looked small.

She, in fact, looked as small as she actually was.

She was almost a kid. She hadn’t yet started living. Yet, she was locked up here, and would only be taken out to be killed.

Nova’s body was shaking, just like Adrian’s. Her chin was quivering so much it almost seemed like she was cold, and Simon felt a twinge in his stomach. He felt nauseous and dizzy. And so evil and so guilty.

For some reason, he pictured a child, because Nova had been a younger child once, full of joy and innocence.

He pictured a child. Just like that.

Maybe she was wearing pigtails, had a gap between two of her teeth, and bruised legs, because she liked to play outside with her friends. Maybe, before she became Nightmare, she had something else to hold on to. Maybe she, like many people out there, had hoped for the Renegades to come, and when they didn’t do it, something became numb, and cold, and she started freezing to death, just like she would remain freezing, suspended in History, as the interrupted life who was the proof the Renegades had become the one thing they promised they would never be.

And Simon didn’t want to be part of that, yet he was still here.

He was still here, thinking about how fortunate he was that Nova wasn’t staring back at him, but at Adrian instead, as selfish as that might’ve sounded.

Simon felt he had lost the right to look her in the eye, having been the one who promised her, on several occasions, that she could look into theirs.

With each one of his limbs becoming tense, Simon took a deep breath. His mouth tasted like bile, and his whole body was pounding along with this heart. It felt like one of those times when you were almost a hundred percent sure you were having a heart attack, despite knowing that, if that was the case, you would already be on the floor crying for help.

Next thing he felt was the sudden and strong urge to speak.

He would’ve liked to talk to Nova, but through this glass, she couldn’t hear anything.

Besides, Simon knew that this moment wasn’t about him, or Hugh. They were involved in it. They were carrying it in their backs like a cross, but it wasn’t about them. It was about Nova and Adrian. There was glass between the two. They could press their hands together through it, but they couldn’t touch the other’s skin. They couldn’t feel the air the other breathed in the short distance. They couldn’t kiss. It was scary. It was sad. And it wasn’t awfully familiar.

But it wasn’t about Simon or Hugh.

“Do you need some privacy?” Simon asked, perhaps to both of them, knowing one wouldn’t be able to hear him, even if she tried.

In response, Adrian turned his gaze away from Nova, staring at Simon instead, nodding.

“I think that would be nice.”

Before Simon could say anything else, Hugh reached for his son’s shoulder, and once he touched it, he caressed the fabric, and the skin beneath the fabric, briefly.

“We’ll be in the lobby.”

Adrian nodded again and then, after gulping, he said:

“I love you, okay?”

The weird thing was, he didn’t look them in the eye for much. He did, but he turned his gaze away pretty fast, barely leaving time to process his own words. For that reason, nor Hugh or him responded.

They left right after that, leaving Adrian alone inside the room.

With Nova, but alone.

-.-

They dropped Adrian at the hospital once they left Cragmoon. There was barely any sound throughout the whole ride, except when Hugh asked if they wanted something from the store, and when they said goodbye to Adrian.

Obviously, Adrian couldn’t get close to Max. Not if he wanted to avoid being neutralized by him, but sometimes, according to Adrian himself, he liked to stay in the waiting room, and help the staff with whatever they needed, for he liked Max to know he came to visit often, and that he wasn’t alone, even if he couldn’t touch, or be in the same room with him. So they just allowed him to stay in the hospital as much as he needed. After all, it’s not like he was hurting anybody.

After that, everything was silent, all the way home, because, instead of driving towards the Headquarters, Hugh drove towards the mansion, leaving Tamaya in charge, under the excuse they would take a two hour break to have lunch together at home. She wasn’t so happy about it, but agreed anyway, because it’s not like Hugh had given her an option in the first place. He had just notified her. At this point, Hugh’s volume was getting the tiniest bit loud. And Simon wasn’t talking about his voice.

Upon arriving into the house, Hugh threw the keys by the entrance’s table and proceeded to walk all the way towards the living room, to lay on the couch, one arm covering his eyes, without even taking his costume off. He didn’t have a reason to, because they were supposed to be back at the Headquarters in two hours and, besides, the elephant in the room was making it cold. Maybe he felt his armor would protect him from what they were doing, and from what they were still doing.

Sadly, the fabric of Simon’s costume wasn’t as warm. And as he took his mask off and placed it next to keys, he felt nothing but cold wind. He was back again at being Simon, and Simon only, without anything protecting him, in the same room as the husband who rarely ever kissed him anymore.

There was an elephant in the room, and it was killing both of them, though Hugh looked like he was already dead.

Simon tried not to pay attention to him, but when he was crossing to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but ask, in an unintentionally harsh tone:

“Are we going to have lunch or did you just want to make Tamaya more stressed?”

Hugh lowered his arm, staring at him with an arched eyebrow, lifting his neck just a little, to have a clearer view. Simon was starting to feel bad for having snapped at him, but not enough to take it back.

Sometimes you had to do the right thing, and sometimes the right thing was not taking it back.

His husband, from his part, looked rather confused, as if he couldn’t recognize the person in front of him.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked.

The question caught him off guard.

Was he okay? Simon wasn’t sure, nor did he want to answer. In times like these, Hugh wanted people to answer him what he wanted to hear and, sadly, this time Simon didn’t have any answer he would like.

“Did you take your pills, Si?”

Something inside of his body turned into a tight knot, and Simon turned his gaze towards him, in a violent act. He frowned so deeply he felt his skin itching, and though he knew that, under normal circumstances, he would’ve just interpreted this as a routinary question, this time it wasn’t the case at all. This time it felt like an attack. Like something Hugh had to take back immediately because it was not his place to ask it, that is: a question he always asked anyway.

But not this time.

Because ,this time, he wasn’t okay.

“Don’t pull the anxiety card on me, Hugh.” Saying that left a bitter, disgusting firm on his mouth, right under his tongue, which was dry. He felt like he had just chewed on a pill.

“The anxie--” Hugh narrowed his eyes, shifting into a sitting position. “I’m not pulling that card on you. I’m just asking a question.”

“Then don’t ask that question.” Simon snapped again, heading towards the kitchen to get a class of water. His feet were making too much noise when in contact with the floor, and his mouth was too dry. It was making him crazy.

It was only then that he realized they still had something else pending, and for some reason that was enough to make him stay. Simon spun on his toes, facing him. Hugh was breathing heavily, and his brows were almost touching each other.

“You didn’t answer my question, though.” He told him, in a dry tone. “Did you want to have lunch with me or did you just think taking a break while Tamaya loses her mind would be fun?”

“If Tamaya didn’t want to be in charge, she would’ve told me, and you know that.”

“Tamaya talks back when she is given a chance to.”

An empty feeling of freedom filled Simon’s body, pushing his way into the hollow all his mixed feelings had been carving at the center of his stomach.

And it wasn’t just about Tamaya, really. It wasn’t just about how lately none of her ideas were taken into consideration. Rather, it was about how nor were Kasumi’s, or his own ideas, when they tried to speak up. It was about how things were getting weirder and weirder as time went by, to the point where Simon would see a very pregnant Tamaya in the hallway, apparently fine, but stating she didn’t know if her water was breaking or if she just really needed to use the restroom (the restroom where she didn’t fit in); it was about how everyone knew damn well that Kasumi wasn’t good at public speaking and that, if anything, it just worsened her selective mutism, and yet many important speeches were given to her; it was about how Simon felt like he was talking to a wall, and how that made him feel, suspect, even, that Hugh was back to being trapped in a closet he was already too big for.

It wasn’t just about that, in conclusion.

It was just the tip of a bigger and more messed up problem.

“Well, if you want Tamaya to go bathe in her Greek goddess shower-pool-whatever that thing is, then fine. I’ll call her, I’ll tell her to take the day off, and we go back to the Headquarters.”

“That would be great, actually!” Simon laughed sarcastically. “But you know what would be even better?”

“I don’t, Si. You tell me.”

It was a rhetorical question.

The nerve.

“That we would act like a team. That we would stop lollygagging around and take realistic turns to have our breaks, because each one of us have lives, and we’re not the only ones who have needs.” And that was about Kasumi feeling like she couldn’t do it today but having to anyway; it was about Tamaya crying in the BBQ Sunday, explaining to her husband how she wanted her baby to be with her, as a baby bawled into her arms, trying to reach for his father, because she spent so little time at home her youngest son wouldn’t recognize her sometimes; it was about Evander claiming Sandy didn’t feel like being alone with her baby bump today, but showing up at work anyway.

And yes, they had pledged to do this, but they were supposed to be in it together.

“But how should I know?” Simon hissed. “It’s not like we’re a Council or anything.”

The bile was all over his mouth now, and Simon felt possessed. He didn’t know how to stop it, and the words just kept coming, and coming and coming, as Hugh stared, half-startled, half mad.

Simon felt like he was a loaded gun that was ready to kill everything that moved, for a reason and a cause.

All those repressed feelings. All those things he desperately wanted to say but never could. The anxiety. The desperate, insatiable craving for a touch that never came. For a kiss. For anything. For a sign. A sign of whatever. One single sign, that would just let him know Hugh was still here.

“It’s not like you needed the majority of us to agree to sentence that minor to death.” He let it go, and all the air, along with his soul, left Simon’s body. “It’s not like Evander and you needed such thing, did you?”

Hugh’s confusion frown suddenly shifted.

Then, all Simon saw was the embodiment of anger, with his cheeks becoming flushed, and his knuckles becoming yellow.

“So that’s what this is all about.”

There was one word to describe that tone, and that word was condescension.

To Simon, the gut-wrenching feeling of frustration that caused him was indiscriptable, and he didn’t wish it to anybody. He would’ve preferred Hugh to scream at him, or just refuse to answer at all, because he couldn’t take it.

He had had people talking down to him his entire life. He wasn’t willing to keep tolerating that.

And in the moment he stared into Hugh’s blue eyes, Simon knew there was no turning back. Because sometimes the right thing to do was not taking it back.

Others, it was not holding it back.

“No. In fact, it’s not about that.”

“WHAT IS IT, THEN?!”

“YOU TELL ME!” Simon howled, getting one step closer to him, and all the memories started flowing...more likely, overflowing, including that time when he had talked to Kasumi and Tamaya in the living room, just like as if they were teenagers, instead of grown ass people, about how Hugh was leaving, even though he was still right there.

Right there, looking like a corpse.

A blue, stiff corpse.

“Why don’t you ever kiss me anymore?” Simon asked, and his voice sounded way less threatening than he had intended. “Why?”

“Are you really going to pull that card on me?”

“I am going to pull it because I want to know!” Simon barked, pointing at his own chest, which was getting tighter and tighter with every second. “Why don’t you ever touch me anymore? Why am I always invisible to you, even when I’m not? Why are you so fucking cold all the time? Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?!”

Hugh wheezed, maybe pretending it didn’t make sense, or maybe pretending he hadn’t understood at all. Still smirking, he ran his fingers through his hair, and stared at Simon, scratching his chin, and clicking his tongue.

“So...Sex.”

Simon’s heart was pounding.

“Yes, sex!” He yelled, shameless. “And kisses, and hugs and my husband! That is what am I asking for!”

“WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?! WE’RE BUSY!”

“WE’RE NOT BUSY NOW!”

“SO YOU WANT TO GET LAID NOW?!”

“I’M NOT GETTING LAID WHILE THINKING ABOUT HOW A CHILD WILL BE EXECUTED BY ANOTHER CHILD BECAUSE I WASN’T ALLOWED TO DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT FROM HAPPENING!”

“SHE TRIED TO KILL ME! SHE TRIED TO KILL MAX!”

“FIRST: AN ATTEMPTED ASSASINATION IS NOT ENOUGH TO GIVE SOMEBODY A DEATH PENALTY, AND, SECOND: THAT’S WHAT GENISSA SAID!”

“ISN’T THAT ENOUGH?!”

“THAT’S NOT ENOUGH!” Simon screamed, covering his ears with hands.

He didn’t know why, specifically, the ears, knowing that, in reality, his eyes were the problem, because every time he closed them, he saw Nova in that chair, like an animal. And he saw Genissa standing in the lobby, playing with them like puppets; he saw Evander’s despicable smirk when he told Genissa to go ahead; he saw Adrian’s furious eyes as he called his own dad a dictator; he saw Hugh.

Mostly, he saw Hugh, and the caricaturesque villain version of him, which Simon despised with every inch of his being.

Then he was back at the beginning. At Nova.

Nova, who had tan skin, pitch black hair and slanted blue eyes. And Nova, who looked familiar when she smiled, because she looked similar to that man who had come to the Headquarters asking for help, whose smile looked similar to the other person who carried their blood.

And Simon couldn’t help but consider it as a real possibility. And if he happened to be right, then they were failing her.

For the second time.

“It’ll never be enough, Hugh.” He declared. “Because she…”

Simon’s internal knots became tighter, to the point they were suffocating him.

“How do we know who this girl is?” he questioned. “How do we know it isn’t her?”

“Her, who? What are you talking about?”

“Her. The one we failed to protect.” Simon felt a tear slipping from his eye, as he became closer and Hugh walked backwards. “Uh? How do we know that? How do we…?”

But something stopped him.

And that something was Hugh’s eyes, turning grey as chromium.

He was breathing fast. Faster with every second, and where maybe he saw anger, Simon saw nothing but deep, stored pain, flowing out of him like sweat, or like the tears that weren’t there.

There was Hugh’s bleeding shell again, protecting him like he was a small child curled up on the floor, in a ball, through a polarized surface where Simon and him couldn’t touch, and where nothing could hurt him, while everything could at the same time.

There it was.

The despicable, horrid, bleeding shell.

Except this time it wasn’t bleeding. No. No.

This time, the dense, bubbling blood was falling off it, reaching Simon’s feet, and the shell was in flames. Tall, untamable flames, that were burning the roof and everything surrounding them.

The shell was burning, while Hugh was inside of it, and nobody could get him out before he was burned to death.

Why didn’t he let anyone help him?

Why did he insist the flames weren’t there?

Why couldn’t Simon hold his hand?

Why was he so far?

“We didn’t fail to protect her. She died.” Hugh declared, and when Simon saw his lips quivering, he realized they weren’t talking about Nova anymore.

“She didn’t fail. She died. “ Simon saw the silver painting Hugh’s fingertips, as tears started rolling down his face. “She died! SHE DIED, WHEN IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME, SIMON!”

The bleeding shell was burning, and Simon still couldn’t find his way in.

“IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME! AND SHE DIED! SHE DIDN’T FAIL TO PROTECT ANYONE! SHE DIED! IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME! SHE DIED, SIMON! SHE DIED!”

Their eyes met for a couple of second, and the connection vanished after a blink.

“IT’S NOT HER FAULT SHE DIED, IT’S MINE!”

Hugh was sobbing, like a small child, and Simon was too.

“...It’s...it’s mine, Simon. Always has been.”

And they were so far, despite being so close, that they were left with holding themselves tight.

Because there was no way to get into the burning shell, for Hugh, strangely as it sounded, had never said those words out loud, because he thought the picture on the wall behind him, the one with the woman wearing a floral pink dress with their son -who was also hers- sitting on her lap, would hear him and that would make her sad.

Yet, Simon knew she wasn’t sad at the moment.

He knew her well enough to know she would’ve been disappointed, instead.

Anybody would be if they had to see their family kill the one thing they had died trying to protect.

“No.” Simon declared, calmly. “But I’m not going to go and try to convince you otherwise because I know it’s not the right time.”

Hugh started shaking.

“Si…”

“And I won’t be a part of this, either.” Simon declared, firm, still staring at the picture through the corner of his eye, yet still fully focused on Hugh. “From now on, all you’ll get from me is silence in regards to the issue. I’m not willing to be a part of it. I don’t agree with this. I will never agree.”

“You don’t understand.”

“And I’m glad I don’t. In fact, I hope I never do.” Simon wiped his tears with his palm, and before continuing, he tried to find his Hugh one more time.

He was still there.

Simon hadn’t yet given up on him, but he didn’t feel like telling him that at the moment.

For some reason.

“If Adrian wants to see me, tell him I’ll be at Kasumi’s.”

“Simon.” Hugh grabbed him by the wrist, and a simple wave from Simon’s hand was enough to get it off. Way too easy, for a person who happened to have super-strength. “Simon, please. Don’t do this again. Please. SIMON!”

But Simon did it again anyway.

Later, he wondered what Adrian had felt when he abducted Max from the hospital and left a note for them.

He also wondered what everyone else had felt when the real Nightmare showed up.

Not that he was mad at them.

He just wondered what they had felt.

#renegades trilogy #dawnie writes #renegays #humon #simon westwood #the dread warder #hugh everhart #captain chromium #nova artino #nightmare #adrian everhart-westwood #sketch

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" What the hell are you doing!"

" Give me a moment, Captain! I may be Cambridge polished but as your officers say I still smell like Ganga mati...I know my tactics!"

Hotel Strandhill, Aritar

1965

They say you need to have Sun jades on your fingers before planning to search for routes in Drenjong. One bitter turn in the moods of the gods governing the valleys and you prepare yourself. However calculations you do, at the end of the day all that matters is your luck. Better wear auspicious stuff than hiding your woolents under your raincoat and cursing each other for choosing the wrong place at the wrong time to travel. You don't want to end up gathering so much knowledge in nephology after all.

Even the Four Square between my fingers felt damp. I opened the window and a gush of fierce wind slapped my face. The weather that was just cloudy yesterday had turned into a mountain storm within 32 hours. I threw the cigarette out of the window and it landed on a pool of water.

Meanwhile someone knocked on the door.

" Come in", I shouted.

The door opened and there stood a man with a face dark with disappointment, way darker than me. I couldn't resist the desire to mock.

" Ah, Michael ,my friend! So, what's our next plan?"

" Buddy, just don't start please. I am tired", he collapsed on a chair in front of me. I pitied him.

" Have any cigarettes?", he stretched his hand.

I looked out of the window next to my bed. A few cars filled with unlucky tourists like us entered the hotel.

" In a series note, what's our next plan?", I asked Michael as he released rings of smoke that ascended to the crafted wooden roof.

" We have to wait for another 12 hours, Sam", he said more with disgust than disappointment, " The locals say either the weather condition will improve within this time lapse or…"

We sighed simultaneously.

" Sam", he said from the door.

" Hmm?"

" Sorry for dragging you here-"

" What rubbish you are talking about! We decided to come here together", I protested.

And he shut the door leaving my room.

I wasn't the one blaming him though. What would I blame him for? That he was the one to drag me out of my 'cozy' shelter in London and now we are stuck here, a part of northeastern India which is known to be a tourist spot now showering incessant rains to welcome us? He was in his own whimsical mood of having a world tour as he had had multiple times before as a photographer. Unlike other times, this time I was the one to accompany him. Not like I had that wild intention of tolerating tropical heat or needed sunburn on my English skin but there was something that hit me strangely when he said that he was going to visit India. Something in me that time spelled in my ears that I should not miss the opportunity to visit the country and I agreed to his proposal. Now, sitting in my hotel room, viewing the thunder play demonstrated by cumulonimbus through my window I pondered who was more whimsical among us. Michael had a reason to come. What was mine? Certainly I wasn't a man led by divinations. Nonetheless I wouldn't deny the the fact that me landing on Bagdogra airport was the result of that strange attraction towards India I harboured for last couple of months.

I shook my head to wipe off those thoughts. I had come to travel and the monotony and disgust from sitting still in a hotel room was growing inside of me. I took a book out of my bag to distract myself.

" Dinner ready hain, sahab" a voice came with a knock at the door.

I wasn't even feeling hungry at that time but the idea of spending time talking to other people rather than rotting alone in my room felt more appealing. So I stood up.

Wrapping a chaadar I headed to the dining hall.

Taking a turn near the stairs that led to the ground floor I entered the hall. In comparison to the other day, there were much more people talking and gossiping there. Number of people sharing badluck with us had increased in a few hours. I spotted that Punjabi Singh gentleman more by his signature laughter than his green turban. He clapped on the back of that young Nepalese lad, Temang and I was pretty unsure if he had survived that. Mr. Choudhury was talking to the manager, placing a little map on the table. I noticed Michael on the right corner gossiping with that Belgian, Matthias and it wasn't that hard to guess what they were talking about by looking at their partially dissatisfied faces. Then there was that overenthusiastic Chinese man ( I forgot his name) who was chatting with that french Indian couple, Adrian Dupont and Claire Dupont. There were many more new tourists, both Europeans and Indians. I recognized a few.

As I walked to them I could see the faces of new people with more clarity. I was a few feets away when I stopped all of a sudden.

A chill ran down my spine.

I found myself uttering something foreign involuntarily but couldn't even figure what I was blabbering. An intense migraine followed by nausea shattered my balance. My vision blurred, my head spun and the last thing I could remember was Michael shouting my name.

" Don't be shy! Consider this as a treat from me. Never in my life have I thought that one day my fellow policeman would fishnet a criminal!"

" The first thing I thought was to restrict him by any means and there was only one thing that was handy at that moment. Can you name it?"

" What?"

" The net. I told you, Captain"

" I don't remember when you last called me 'captain'"

" Oh please, answer my question!"

" I don't want to present myself as a clown by pronouncing that terribly, Suren, you know that."

" It's Vyashal. Now you owe me Whiskey."

" Thikache, Sir!"

I woke up with my head pounding a bit. But I woke up. My vision was still blurry to recognise those leaned faces so I closed my eyes.

" How are you feeling, Mr. Waltham?", Dr. Choudhury asked while checking my pulse. I simply nodded.

" I don't think it's anything severe", Dr. Choudhury said, " Temang, please bring these medications from any nearby store. Don't panic, Mr. Evans, your friend will be alright after a good night's sleep. But for now, make sure he takes paracetamol after dinner."

I heard footsteps as one by one everyone left my room. Only Michael was left who voiced his concern,

" Are you feeling okay, brother?"

I gradually moved and sat on my bed. Michael handed me a glass of water. I drank it in silence.

" Brother, what exactly happened?"

I sat straight.

" I think it was acid reflux."

" Hmm. Doctor said something of that kind. Did you drink any kind of local liquor without telling me?"

I again remained silent.

" Mate", he put a hand on my shoulder and gently said, " be careful here", he chuckled, " These Indians once wiped us off this country. Not all things available here can be digested by your English stomach!"

Sikkim was Indian protectorate at that time but I couldn't help laughing at his statement.

A few minutes later he got out of the room to bring my dinner.

Then I closed my eyes. I needed to ponder…

There was a man, bespectacled, with shiny black hair who joined them in the dining hall. By his complexion he looked like an Indian... perhaps Bengali. He had looked at my eyes when my head started spinning. I knew those deep brown eyes. That countenance was unforgettable... something in me said that I knew his name.

I sighed. Maybe the doctor was right. I needed rest.

After my dinner I was taking medicine when Michael seemed like a goofy child who just got his candy.

" What?", I asked.

" Look out of the window."

As I looked I realized there was no storm like before. It was drizzling, making the softest sound to soothe the mind.

" I hope by next morning it will just be cloudy. Then we will go by our plans."

It was really good news and boosted my mind for such an extent that I forgot whatever the fuss I had created before.

" Take rest, mate. You will be completely fine tomorrow morning. Good night." and he left.

I spent the night swaying my head with a trail of thoughts coming and going like a mountain breeze. I saw many things, felt many things and those felt like important phases of my life, though the people I saw, the places I traveled never happened in my 30 years of life in London. My body ached with a feeling that I was missing something but my brain was going on its own route.

I woke up.

From a good dream or a nightmare I couldn't tell.

It was early dawn. The first rays of the sun was yet to touch the valley.

I opened the door and walked through a passage that led to a balcony. I halted.

There was a man standing there holding a cup of hot chocolate. I didn't know for how long I was standing there because when I looked at him again consciously , a part of his face and hair was tinged with the first rays of sun.

" Gentleman..."

The man turned towards me. I didn't get why I called him. I didn't even know what I was going to say next.

" How are you feeling now, Mr. Waltham?"

There was a pause. None of us spoke for a moment. I wasn't feeling nauseous. I needed to stay strong. My gut feeling said I had to confront him.

" Bose, Sourendra Bose. I should have introduced myself earlier. "

( Idk where this is going...I have no idea lol. But @satrangee-ray , believe it or not I got this idea while talking to you...so : p. Golper naam i ba ki debo Janina...)

#sam wyndham #Surrender not Banerjee #Sam Wyndham series #fan fiction #reincarnation #they meet again

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