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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Older Johnny Lawrence X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings? SMUT! SMUT! Language! And praising!

Praise Me

Walking along the side walk you smile to yourself as Cobra Kai comes into view, one of your good friends Johnny Lawrence had opened up his very own dojo. You knew his past with his sensei Krease, Johnny after much trusting had told you everything that Krease had put in his head and done to him.

Johnny explained that he was not going to put the kids in that situation Krease had done to him and his friends. Pushing open the door the famous bell chimes as you walk in, the door closing behind you.

Johnny comes out of the back drying his hands with a towel, he smiles once he sees that it’s you. "Y/n hey" he greets pulling you into a hug.

You inhale his scent which consisted of fresh green mint, causing you to swoon as you hugged back. "Hey Johnny" you giggle.

Oh how much he loved that pretty giggle of yours, it was music to his ears. "Where’s Miguel" You ask curiously as you both pulled away from the hug.

"His mom called him, she said she needed to speak to him about something" Johnny shrugs throwing the towel on the beating mannequin as you like to call.

"How about we talk in my office" He says smugly, now that he had a office causing you to giggle.

"I’d like that Sensei Lawrence" You play along as he takes your hand and leads you into his office.

He goes to his fridge and pulls out one of his Coors Banquets Beers "want one?" He questions looking at you.

You debate for a moment before shaking your head "sure, why not" you start "-I gotta see what the hype is about these, they must be good if the Johnny Lawrence loves them" You tease as he takes the two beers and places them on his desk.

He sits in his office chair while you sit in the comfortable chair on in front of him "well then-" he stops for a moment to do his famous 'beer opening trick' "-here you go" he says handing it over to you before doing the same with his.

He holds his beer up in the air "to...." he hums as he thinks of nothing to celebrate to causing you to laugh.

"To Johnny Lawrence doing something he loves" You say rising your beer up hitting it with his gently.

Johnny smirks shaking his head before taking a sip, you do the same "Hmm, pretty good Lawrence" you chuckle as you hold the bottle in your hand resting it on your thigh.

"Speaking of love.... have you been seeing anybody?" Johnny asks taking a bigger gulp of his beer this time.

You chuckle "nope, I swear I grew up in the wrong time" You joke.

Johnny raises his brows "why do you say that?" He asks curiously.

You sigh "it’s just the men, well I can’t even say men. Boys, are so not gentlemen like at all" You say shaking your head.

"Why what are they like now?" He asks genuine.

"They are definitely not romantic-" you scoff "-they don’t open doors for me, or the don’t do any romantic gestures" you sigh "-there just not educated" you giggle at the last part causing Johnny to smile.

"Oh and the sex!" You groan throwing your head back "-the sex is just horrible" You finally let loose.

You notice Johnny’s hands grip his beer firmer as his hand starts to turn white before he calms down "seems like you get the young and dumb batch" he chuckles gulping down some more beer.

"Ugh, remember my last relationship?" You question.

"Oh that guy was a dick, I can’t believe he did that to you" Johnny says gritting his teeth.

"Me either" you say remembering the time your ex treated you so badly you ran to Johnny’s at three am at night, but he held you that whole night not complaining once.

"But you were there for me" You hum as a small smile forms onto your lips.

Johnny smiles "always" he says as your eyes connect, his beautiful icy clue ones piercing through yours as if he was reading everything about you in that moment.

"Johnny I need to tell you something" You say breaking the already sexual tension.

He clears his throat "yes?" He asks taking another sip of beer.

'I'm into you' You think "I'm into older men" But you actually say.

Johnny's eye widen, until slowly a small smile appears on his face now feeling confident that he could have a chance with you.

"Let me prove to you that all men aren't like that" He stops for a moment "-let me take you out on a date" he finishes as he slides the unfinished beer in the trash beside him.

You're taken aback but also excited seeing as you have kinda caught feelings for him "alright deal" you smile.

Johnny smiles widely in return "great I'll pick you up at 7" he says with a small smirk.

"In the firebird?" You smirk.

"You know it baby" Johnny winks as you get up, getting ready to leave.

He stands up "give me that, I don't need my gir-" he stops before shaking his head "-I don't need you drinking and driving" he says taking the beer from you and placing it in the trash.

You chuckle at his antics "I wasn’t even going to carry it" you say sticking out your tongue at him playfully.

"Hey. That’s offensive" He says 'seriously' as he leans on the wall.

"Oh I bet Sensei" You joke as you start walking out of the office.

"I’ll see you at seven!" You hear Johnny yell as he runs out of the office.

You turn around "I’ll see you at seven" you repeat as a blush forms over your cheeks.

Johnny rushes over to the door and opens it for you letting you walk out, as he does he kisses your cheek. As you walk out of the building and into your car, your heart races as you could not believe that just happened.

On the way home all you could do was smile, excited for your date with Johnny. Someone who you caught feeling for on the first day of meeting but didn’t know.

You make it home and start rummaging through your dresses trying to pick out something not to like 'desperate' as they call or something to revealing.

You finally just decide on a white well fit thigh high dress and some black heels. You weren’t insecure about your body, but sometimes you would get self cautious.

Deciding to go all out tonight you apply the littlest amount of make up and curl your hair.

Meanwhile, Johnny was throwing almost every piece of clothing he owned around his room, panicking as he couldn’t find anything to wear. With a frustrated sigh he throws all his clothes back in his closet before seeing a white suit catch his eye.

'That’s the one' he thought as he picked it up and slid it on. By the time you both were done it was around 6:50. Johnny was thankful that you only lived five minutes away from him.

He quickly got in his fire bird and made his way to you. You were more excited than anything. I mean how often is it that a guy you like asks you out on a date, and especially a decent guy.

Johnny arrived at your door at exactly 7 o'clock on the dot. Hearing a knock on your front door you walk as fast as you can to the door in heels, letting out a breath of nervousness as you open the door.

Johnny looks up, his mouth gape open as he looks at your beauty "I- wow were matching" you say noticing Johnny's white suit that he looked mighty fine in.

"-wow you look beautiful" Johnny says mind blown, I mean he always admired you and thought you were the most gorgeous girl but now you just looked breath taking.

"Thank you Johnny, you look handsome... as always" you compliment with a sweet smile.

The smallest blush falls onto his face, so faint you almost missed it. Johnny holds out his hand gesturing for you to take it "shall we go?" He asks as you take his hand.

"We shall" You comment with a side smile.

He leads you to his well cleaned up fire bird, rushing to your side to open the door for you "my lady" he jokes, you giggle as you slide into the passengers seat.

"Thank you may gentlemen" You blush, as Johnny runs over to his side entering the car and cranking it up.

The drive was silent, comfortable silence of course. You both were just simply enjoying each other's company as you finally made it to your destination.

A small fancy Italian restaurant, Johnny gets out of his side and rushes to your side opening the door before you could even put your hand on the handle to get out.

You smile as your heart swells with joy and love, "thank you" you comment politely as you get out of the car.

Johnny closes the door and takes your hand "my pleasure love" He says grabbing your hand and walking you up to the door once again opening the door for you leading you in.

A waitress leads you to your guys table handing you your menus and asks for your drink preference. Soon she leaves giving you some time to pick out your orders before bringing your favorite drink back and Johnny's coke.

You both order your meals after she returns, before going back and putting your orders in. You rest your chin on your hand as you gaze up at Johnny.

Johnny freezes "what? Is there something on my face?" He asks wiping his clean face.

You chuckle "no of course not you’re just a pretty sight" you reply giddily.

He smirks "is that all you see me as?" He questions playfully.

"No I see you as much more" you wink as the waiter brings your food before Johnny could reply back.

She places the food on the table before quickly rushing off, noticing the long awaited sexual tension.

You clear your throat "so, how does it feel to be back into karate sensei?" You spark up, interested as you both dig into your meals.

"It feels great to be back, granted Miguel is my only student but he’s a good kid" He compliments with a small smile.

"Yeah, I’ve seen you guys practice he’s getting better" You say impressed.

"I know, he deserves so much more than I can give him" Johnny says looking down.

"Hey don’t say that, you’re doing amazing and I’m so proud of you. He couldn’t learn from anyone better" you say, completely dissing his thought.

Johnny looks up, both of your eyes connect. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife "you wanna get out of here?" He asks before putting his fork down.

"Yes" you answer quickly already getting excited for what’s to come.

The waitress comes over "we’ll take the check please" Johnny says with a smile that reads 'were in a hurry here' to which the waitress quickly nods becoming awkward.

Though she doesn’t move "uh- you guys didn’t finish so there for it’s on the house and you get to keep your meals" she explains grabbing two container boxes and handing them to you.

"Thank you" you say politely as you hand one to Johnny and the waitress quickly runs away.

"That was weird I’ve never heard of that before" you say as you put your food in the box, Johnny doing the same knowing you’ll both get hungry eventually.

"I know" He comments as he grabs your hand and quickly rushes you guys outside.

He places the boxes on the hood of his car before gently pushing you up against the passenger door and connecting his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You reply by pushing your lips against his firmer, before things could escalate to quickly and you’d give the whole restaurant a show Johnny quickly pulls away opening the door for you letting you sit, and getting into his side.

Nothing was said while driving, just heavy breathing as you both were excited for what was to come once Johnny made it to his apartment.

Soon you guys parked and Johnny quickly rushed over to your side of the door and helped you out. Before you could make it to Johnny’s door he placed his lips on yours. Your back hitting the door, he quickly pulls out his keys and opens the door letting you both in and closing it with his foot.

Johnny carries you over to the wall and pushes you up against it, not to hard but enough to make you weak. He reconnects your lips back together once again in a rougher kiss, still gentle.

He pulls away to trail slow and sweet kisses to your neck to which he immediately finds your sweet spot as you let him know by moaning.

He continues to abuse that spot as you start to speak up "Johnny.... more" you practically beg.

He caved in and taps your leg signaling for you to jump to which you do. The ends of your dress ripping immediately, causing you to gasp and Johnny to laugh.

"It’s fine I didn’t like it anyways" you say breathlessly as being turned on took you out of your thinking process.

You roughly place your lips back onto his as he carries you over to the kitchen counter roughly swapping everything away with his free arm before sitting you on it.

"Then you won’t mind if I take it off?" He asks for consent, shyly because he didn’t want to mess this up.

"Yes please" You say giving him permission.

As a gentleman he doesn’t finish ripping the dress but he pulls the zipper down slipping it halfway off til it wrapped around your waist.

Your strapless white bra being exposed to which Johnny admires as he places more kisses over your neck and the top of your boobs.

Johnny picks you back up before this time carrying you in his room placing you gently on his bed. "God your so beautiful" He compliments as he kisses up your chest, going down to your stomach.

He pulls the rest of the dress down, discarding it somewhere in the room. He runs his hand gently around your thighs and stomach.

You whine in pleasure he comes back up and places his fingers over the button on the front of your bra "can I?" He asks watching your eyes for any sign of discomfort to find none.

You simply nod giving your consent as he unbuttons the bra slowly dragging it down your body before discarding of it. Your breasts now bare to him to which you look away shyly as your hands start to cover yourself up.

"Don’t my love, you look like a goddess" he starts before placing kisses all over your chest "-you’re so perfect" Johnny finishes, love dripping with every word.

He swirls his tongue around your harden nipple causing your back to arch as a moan falls out.

He places kisses everywhere down your stomach until he gets to your soaking core. He tugs at the side of your underwear asking to pull it off to which you nod letting him do so.

Your bottom half now completely bare to him, he spreads open your legs resting his hands on your thighs. He kisses just above your core, slowly he trails more kisses until he finally connects his lips with your clit, sucking harshly but lovingly.

"You’re so beautiful" He praises once more as continues his assault on your clit, now slipping two fingers into your dripping core.

Wanting you to cum around his cock, he takes his fingers out before sucking them dry and licking his lips causing more moans to fly out your mouth

"You taste wonderful" he says as lust fills his bow darkened blue eyes.

He pulls his shirt off revealing his toned shaped body before discarding of his pants leaving himself only in his boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this Y/n" Johnny asks sincerely.

"Of course I want to do this with you Johnny" You comply.

Nodding he removes his boxers letting his hard on slap against your core, both letting out a groan at contact.

Lining his cock up at your entrance he looks up at you once more only for you to nod your head yes.

He slowly slides his cock inside your core, feeling you clench around his cock causing him to moan you following behind feeling him stretch you out.

"I’m going to treat you so well" He says whilst rubbing your thighs slowly thrusting his hips against yours.

You moan "Johnny-" you whimper as he speeds up his pace more.

His cock hitting all the right places and more, thrusting at a firmer pace he grips your hips so he could go faster. Hitting your G- spot dead on causing your back to arch and a moan to escape your plump lips.

"You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well" he compliments as he try’s to contain his breathing and moans.

"Princess, you’re taking my cock in like a good girl" He praises as he slams his hips against yours finding a faster rhythm.

You whimper "so g-good" you stutter as Johnny leans down, readjusting his posture to kiss you.

You run your hands through his hair as you feel your climax reaching. "I’m close Johnny-" you moan aloud as you chase that burning sensation.

"Yeah? You’re going to cum for me beautiful" he continues to praise as he drops a hand down to your core and rubs your clit in figure eights causing you to arch your chest into his and cum around his cock, feeling him twitch as you do so.

Johnny follows behind as he cums inside you, filling you up as he continues to ride out both of your orgasms.

Gently pulling out his cock he turns over to his back and pulls you to lean into his chest. "Words cannot describe how amazing that was Y/n" he says feeling as though he was on top of the world.

You nod agreeing along "it was amazing Johnny" you compliment.

"Y/n.... I love you" Johnny says waiting patiently for your response.

You nuzzle your neck into his; lovingly "I love you Johnny Lawrence"

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hettiesworld · 3 years

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Name of fic: Knowing Me, Knowing You

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC (Tao/Maya)

Plot summary: Taking place after the movie, the gang (except Roque and Pooch) go to China and they meet Tao (who is a friend of Aisha’s) in Tianjin, which is her hometown. She tries to help them with defeating Max once and for all but she cannot leave Tianjin...

Warnings: Foul language, moderate violence, mentions of sex trafficking and abuse, sexual themes and smut.

Used quote from the movie: “Liking the angle of the dangle?”

Author’s note: This is part of my ABBA song masterlist. It is inspired by the song Knowing Me, Knowing You by ABBA (of course) and the faceclaim for Tao/Maya is Pom Klementieff (who plays Mantis in the MCU). Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The gang (consisting of Clay, Jensen, Cougar and Aisha) were in an empty bar after helping Pooch get to the hospital, in time for the birth of his newborn son.

“4 glasses of your finest whisky please.” Clay asked the bartender, leaning into Aisha and wrapping his arm around her.

The bartender nodded.

“Make that 5 glasses, Zhou. Xièxiè (thank you).” A female voice was heard from the counter.

The clicking of some heels added rhythm to the soft music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone when her eyes met Jensen, she smiled.

They all looked at her as she put the 5 glasses on a tray and go over to their table. She placed the glasses, one-by-one, and of course, the last one to get their drink was Jensen.

She then took her whisky, sitting down in their seating area.

“Can we know the name of the lovely lady who has decided to join us for a drink?” Clay smiled at her. “Tao...” Aisha beamed at her. “Aisha...” The woman smiled back at Aisha.

“You know her?” Clay questioned his ‘girlfriend’.

Aisha smiled at him and sipped her whisky before explained, “Gentlemen, this is Maya.”

Jensen had to look twice, maybe clean his ‘Harry Potter’ glasses inbetween looking twice.

“This is Maya?” He asked. “Yep.” “What, the Chinese agent?” “Former agent.” Tao interrupted him. “Aren’t you the one with those cool knife skills?” Jensen asked her again. “Sword skills. Kind of like ‘Kill Bill’. Or samurai ninjas. Your choice.” Tao replied.

Cougar gave his respect to Tao, tipping his hat at her. She smiled back at him.

“So you know about Max?” Clay inquired Tao, tilting his head.

“Yeah. He killed my father who was part of a sex trafficking syndicate here in Tianjin. I was supposed to be part of it but I went against him, helping the children involved, escape the place.”

Tao was a beautiful Middle-Eastern woman, but only on the outside. She was highly practiced at seduction. With her looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm you, right?

Well, she was a former Chinese agent. What do you think?

Tao watched as it seeped up through the joints in the floorboards and snakes out from dark corners and crevices. The blackness formed from some primeval hatred, and the collective despair of all those it’s taken before, closes in on the group, bleeding into their shadows cast by their own candlelight.

It felt as if her lungs were slowly filling with water, as if there was just less space in them for the air. Inflating them felt like pushing up a lead weight on her chest.

Why couldn't she breathe? Why was it so hard?

“Jensen... I can’t leave.” Tao gulped.

Jensen came up to her, not that close so she doesn’t kick him where the sun don’t shine, but close enough so only them two can talk to each other.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I can’t leave Tianjin. I don’t know why but I can feel it in my chest and in my soul that I can’t leave. I can’t help you any further.” She mumbled.

“Okay, okay... calm down Maya. Just sit down and breath in and out... slowly.” Jensen carefully touched her shoulders and slowly helped her sit down on a nearby box.

Fortunately, she did not hit him or hurt him badly, out of self-defence.

But later on, Jensen was hit really badly by Max’s new bodyguard. Maya, even though she couldn’t leave Tianjin, left her hometown, and came to the US of A to heal Jensen.

He was currently in a supermarket, just like the last time. He was injured in the arm, but it was the same one as last time.

“I’m here. Where is he hurt?” Tao came up to where Jensen was lying and Cougar, Aisha and Clay was surrounding him. She had a first aid kit strapped to her waist.

“His right arm. Again.” Aisha faltered.

“What do you mean again, Aisha? Did you hurt him the last time?” Tao remarked.

“By accident!” Aisha replied.

Tao sighed as she takes out a doggy squeaky toy and passed it to Jensen. “Bite on this. This might hurt.”

A lot of blood was coming out of a hole. Tao put a lot of pressure on the wound. She put a dressing on his wound to clot and seal the wound. She checked Jensen’s heartbeat and breathing. It was quite high.

She elevated the wound above the heart to slow the breathing.

“It is a good job the bullet didn’t go all the way into your body Jensen. I’ll just be putting a pressure bandage on you for now. We will have to get you into a hospital for that wound though.” Tao explained. “Thank you for coming, Maya. I know you’re not supposed to leave Tianjin but I appreciate you helping me.” Jensen replied.

She sighed.

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t want to but you guys need my help with Max and I wasn’t going to let my situation, no matter how bad it is, get in the way of that.” Tao stated.

Jensen took the toy out of his mouth and smiled at her.

Tao’s hotel room contained a small double bed, neatly made, two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a bureau--without any mirror--and a small table. There were no drapery curtains at the dormer windows, no pictures on the wall.

Just then, a knock on the door.

Tao opened the door to see Jensen, outside of her door.

“Hi.” “Jensen. What are you doing outside my hotel room?” “I just... wanted to thank you Maya --”

Tao crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“Jensen. Call me Tao. Maya is just Aisha’s little nickname for me.”

“Got it.”

A heavy silence settled over them, thicker then the uneasy tension in the atmosphere.

He's not usually the kind of guy Tao fantasise about. For starters, he's blonde and she’d always liked brunettes. She lusted after green eyed men with a handle on the world of business. Until she met Jensen.

“Tao...” Jensen hesitated, trying to say her name in his head over and over again. “I... I... I --” “Yes Jensen?” “Fine, I’ll come out with it. I like you. I really, really like you.”

Tao smiled and pulled his shirt so he could move closer to her. She then moved themselves so her back is towards the door. She turned so she could close and lock the door.

She strolled over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and rubbing over his chest. She placed sweet kisses upon his neck, for every time she placed them there she knew she’d adored him for all time. She was on her tippy-toes.

“Tao...?”

She kept rubbing his chest, eventually putting her hands near his hips, moving his shirt up and over his head. She threw his shirt over to one of the straight-back chairs.

“Jensen. I like you too. Very, very much. And I want to show you how much I do like you...Pull your shorts down. I want to see the ‘dangle’ that Aisha has been telling me about.”

Jensen gave no time of pulling his shorts down.

Tao was on her knees. “Naughty, naughty. Not wearing any underwear...” She smirked at him.

“Liking the angle of the dangle?” Jensen chuckled.

Tao smirked once more and stood up to meet Jensen’s gaze.

“Of course I am.” Her body was pressed against his. His naked body against hers.

“Can you... erm...” Jensen trailed off as he looked down at his naked body.

“I guess it’s not fair with you being the only one naked...” Tao beamed.

She wrapped her hands over his member and pumping it up and down. She then licked his head and swirling her tongue around and on it, making him groan and moan.

“Fuck Tao...” He praised.

As she kept going, her milky breasts spilled out of her top. He looked at her with a soft smile, commenting on her breasts and how looking up to see them was surprising.

Tao had the breasts of a French actress, rather than anything North American television has to offer.

He pulled her, once again, to meet his gaze. Jensen ran his hands down her front, over her body that changed by the day.

He pushed her onto the back wall. Tao arched her back as he kissed all over her body, pushing her skirt down, so she was completely naked as well.

“Let me guess... Wearing underwear in the night-time is annoying for you. I get it.” Jensen smirked at her this time.

“I guess so. I didn’t know you can be so...dominant.”

“Well, you don’t know a lot about me. That’s about to change.”

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ladylillianrose · 2 years

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Misery Needs Company a Lenny/Midge Fanfiction

A/N: Alan sends his love and appreciates all the sympathy everyone has for him dealing with sappy in love Lenny. Seriously I'm so glad you all are enjoying this fic. There is still one brief chapter left after this, and Alan may make appearances in other fics in the future.

Chapter Summary: Alan actually gets to witness some of the Lenny and Midge heart eyes moments!

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

AO3

At The Wolford

"So why exactly are we here?" Alan asked as they walked through the doors of the Wolford.

"Do we need a reason to go to a strip club?" Lenny looked back at him.

"Normally no, but you seem rather eager for us to make it here on time," he gave him a significant look.

Lenny sighed, "Fine you caught me. I heard that Midge might be here."

Alan's eyebrows shot up, "Midge? Midge is here? Why in God's name would she be here?"

Lenny shrugged, "That's what I intend to find out. Go grab us a table, close to the stage. I'll meet you there in a few."

Lenny slipped backstage, and Alan wrangled the crew towards their tables.

Ordering a round of drinks, Alan kept an eye out for signs of Midge or Lenny.

The band started to tune up just as Lenny sat at their table, a mischievous look on his face.

"Did you find her?" Alan asked.

"She's here, and I apparently make her nervous…." he chuckled.

"What are you planning? You have that look…”

"Just a few distractions…."

Alan raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"You remember what I told you about Bellmore?"

"Yeah what of it?"

Lenny gave him a significant look, and Alan laughed. "No, you don't really plan to…"

"Throw whatever we've got at her? Oh yes," Lenny chuckled.

Alan shook his head and turned to fill the rest of the group in on Lenny’s plan.

"Don't worry she can handle it, she'll give as good as she gets," Lenny reassured them. "Just follow my lead."

Alan hoped this wouldn't reflect too badly on him when he finally got around to meeting Midge.

"Hello there, not many ladies and many gentlemen. I'm Mrs. Maisel, your host and guide for the evening," Midge introduced herself and pointedly didn't look at their table.

"This is a very weird job I have. I'm a woman who comes out here to make men laugh who are here to see women take their clothes off. Easier job for a man."

Lenny threw his crumpled cigarette package at her, hitting her right in the chest.

She paused for a beat and looked at him mildly shocked. Avoiding eye contact Lenny looked around innocently and shrugged, as Alan barely stifled his laugh.

Smothering a grin, Midge continued, "And a tricky balancing act for me."

Lenny leaned in, "Get out your change, whatever you've got in your pockets," he told them.

A waitress brought over a glass of straws they had requested and Lenny managed to snag the order pad off her tray.

"But not as tricky an act as Sandy, our stripping contortionist, who uses a common household plunger to balance her... Nah, I'm not gonna spoil it for you. Just don't leave before seeing it."

Lenny tossed the waitress' order pad and it hit Midge on the shoulder. He gestured to the group and they threw their change, the crowd laughing uproariously at their antics.

Midge ignored them, "And what am I supposed to talk about in between strippers, huh? Baseball? Kittens? Grandparents?"

They rained straws down on her, but she continued to remain unphased. Alan had to hand it to her, lesser comics would have given up by now.

"I mean, how do you keep a starving man's interest when you're performing between a chocolate doughnut and a cheeseburger?"

They tossed the rest of their cigarette packages at her, by this point, she was expecting it and didn't miss a beat. They were running out of things to throw, Alan hoped Lenny was done making his point.

She finally seemed to get into the swing of things, "I disagree. I believe a person can reason perfectly well in circumstances where we cannot claim to have scientific understanding, so I defend the philosopher Aristotle."

That got a chuckle out of Lenny, "Oh boy." He turned around and looked at Alan, "I told you she could handle it."

Alan shook his head and smiled, it was good to know that Midge was familiar enough with Lenny’s antics that it didn't put her off her game.

Finishing her set, Midge bent down and grabbed the crumpled cigarette package, she threw it back at Lenny who caught it one-handed and smiled.

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"Come on lover boy, you can introduce me properly," Alan said once the show was over. The rest of the gang headed out for the night in search of further entertainment, but Alan followed Lenny backstage. He waited by the exit while Lenny went to find Midge.

One of the strippers stopped to talk to him, "Hey where's your friend? The cute one?" A blonde who introduced herself as Trixie asked.

"Who, Lenny? He's gone to look for Midge," Alan replied.

"Oh, he's Midge's?" She looked surprised.

"They've been dancing around each other for nearly two years now. Short of locking them in a closet, I don't know what else to do," Alan sighed.

Trixie grinned, "What if some of the girls and I flirt with him next time he's here, see if it makes Midge jealous enough to make a move?"

Alan chuckled, "You think it would work?"

"If not, we'll try the closet," she laughed.

"What the hell, why not?" Alan agreed.

"There he is, Alan, come meet Midge," Lenny called him over to join them.

Alan waved goodbye to Trixie and approached the pair.

"Midge, this is Alan. Alan, the lovely Midge Maisel."

Alan smiled, "It's nice to finally meet you. Sorry about all that out there."

Midge laughed, "Oh don't worry, I know exactly who's to blame for that."

Lenny shook his head grinning, "It worked didn't it?"

"Sure, but next time I'll be the one throwing everything and the kitchen sink at you," Midge replied.

Alan watched them banter and smiled, he could see how well they fit together.

"So Alan, I bet you know all sorts of embarrassing stories about Lenny. Can you be persuaded to share them?" Midge grinned.

"Oh I don't know that we've got enough time to even scratch the surface of those," he teased.

"Excellent. I'll buy you a drink and you can fill me in," Midge looped her arm through his.

"Wait a minute, what about me?" Lenny pouted.

"You can buy me a drink," she winked at him.

"Did he tell you about his time working in the Catskills?" Alan asked.

She whipped around to look at Lenny in surprise, "No he didn't!"

"Oh well then you are in for a treat," Alan chuckled.

"I'm suddenly regretting introducing the two of you," Lenny muttered under his breath.

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Post-Midge and Lenny Apartment Fight

"You're playing Carnegie Hall in a few days, you should be on top of the world. But instead, you've been in a mood all week, want to tell me why?" Alan asked.

Lenny sighed, "I really fucked things up with Midge."

Alan raised his eyebrows, "What happened?"

Lenny recounted waking up in Midge's apartment, how he'd fled in embarrassment, and the hurtful things he said to her.

"Shit," was all Alan could say.

Lenny chuckled mirthlessly, "Yup, that about sums it up."

"So what have you done to fix this? Did you send her flowers? Go back and apologize?"

He shook his head, "I haven't done anything. I'm pretty sure she never wants to see me again."

Alan rolled his eyes, "You're an idiot."

Lenny shrugged.

"You let this sit for days, she hasn't heard anything from you? Nothing, not even a small 'Sorry I'm such an asshole' note?"

He nodded.

"You need to fix this."

Lenny sighed, "I know, but how?"

"You grovel, apologize, beg, plead, flirt, do whatever it takes to make Midge forgive you."

Lenny nodded, he knew Alan was right, he needed to make things right with Midge.

"I already told the guys to meet us there," Alan said as they headed out the door.

Lenny looked at him puzzled, "But you didn't know what had happened."

Alan shrugged, "I took a lucky guess that it had to do with Midge. She's the only person I've seen you get so tangled up about."

Lenny smiled, "You're a good friend Alan."

"Just remember this when it comes time for your wedding. I call dibs on being your best man."

Lenny laughed, "Sure thing. If she decides to forgive me and make an honest man out of me, you've got a deal."

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"Something I can do for you handsome?" one of the strippers approached Lenny.

He awkwardly cleared his throat, "I'm uh just waiting for Midge."

She sized him up and nodded, "I'll let her know."

She walked off, "Hey Midge, you've got a stage door Johnny waiting for you."

Alan nodded at Lenny encouragingly, "You can do this."

Lenny nodded, lighting a cigarette and taking a nervous puff.

"So why are we here?" Jo-Jo asked Alan.

"Because Lenny fucked up big time with Midge and he needs to fix things," Alan explained.

"Ooof yeah, she doesn't look thrilled to see him," Jo-Jo winced in sympathy.

Alan turned slightly and saw that Midge had found Lenny, and that was definitely a pissed-off look on her face.

He could hear the coldness in her tone as she greeted him. Lenny made a glib joke about coming by for the coffee, and Midge brushed it off.

Alan shook his head, Lenny needed to get straight to the point or Midge was going to walk away, she was clearly not in the mood for banter.

"Hey Lenny," Alan glanced up quickly as a stripper walked by interrupting Lenny and Midge's conversation.

Trixie brushed past him and tossed him a wink before flirtatiously saying, "Hiya Lenny."

Shit, Alan had forgotten all about Trixie saying she'd get some of the girls to flirt with Lenny to make Midge mad. They did not need to be poking that bear right now.

"Nice tie, Leonard," a husky voice chimed in.

Alan prayed that she was the last one, otherwise, he might have to intervene.

Lenny looked completely confused, wondering how these random strippers knew him.

"I know them from Hebrew school," Lenny quipped.

Alan nearly groaned aloud, 'Wrong thing to say, Lenny, wrong fucking thing!'

Thankfully Lenny regained control of the situation, he apologized and pleaded with Midge for forgiveness.

"Looks like she's forgiven him, for now," Jo-Jo commented.

"Let's get a drink, give them some space," Alan suggested.

Jo-Jo gestured to the others, "Lenny, bar."

They all smiled and nodded to Midge as they walked by. Alan was relieved that things seemed to be working out, those two could use some happiness in their lives.

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Standing at the bar they waited for their drinks when a loud banging came from outside. The doors burst open and in filed a slew of New York's finest, batons out and yelling.

"Fuck!" Jo-Jo yelled. "It's a raid, we gotta get out!"

They made a beeline for an exit as the entire club burst into pandemonium.

"I don't think so boys," a voice said from behind, as 2 officers closed in on them from the front.

Alan glanced over and saw a familiar face, he grimaced, "Officer Peluso, always a pleasure."

Peluso narrowed his eyes at him, "Where's Bruce?"

Alan shrugged, "I don't know, I haven't seen him all night. Right boys?"

Jo-Jo and the others nodded in agreement.

"Get 'em out of here," Peluso ordered. "You better hope I don't find him."

Alan exchanged a worried look with Jo-Jo, as they were pulled out of the building and thrown in the squad car.

He hoped Midge and Lenny made it out okay. They were going to need somebody to bail them out.

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The Slow Runners Get Bailed Out

“Hello?” Lenny’s sleepy voice crackled through the phone.

“Hey, is this a bad time?” Alan joked.

“Are you kidding? This is the textbook definition of not a good time,” Lenny groaned.

“And how many times have I bailed your ass out in the middle of the night...” Alan trailed off.

“Okay, alright,” Lenny sighed.

“We’re over at Varick, see you soon.”

“Goodbye.”

Alan hung up and was led back to the holding cell.

“He on his way?” Jo-Jo asked.

“Yeah, he’s coming. Didn’t sound too happy about it though,” Alan chuckled.

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Alan raised his eyebrows at the sight waiting for them in the lobby, not only was Lenny there but he had Midge with him. She was wearing Lenny’s trench coat, but Alan could see she had on her dress from the night before underneath it.

He smiled to himself, Lenny hadn’t been wrong, they’d clearly interrupted something.

He caught Lenny’s eye and shot him a look. Lenny tried to hide his grin and shrugged sheepishly, no point in hiding it.

Alan's face broke out into a grin, it was about damn time! Figures it would take a police raid, and a goddamn blizzard to finally get them together.

Lenny shook his head and took a drag from his cigarette, “Okay let’s go you, delinquents. I’m very disappointed in you all, getting caught during a raid? Didn’t I teach you better than that?”

“Hey, you try running from cops in a snowstorm,” Alan shoved him good-naturedly.

“Midge did it in heels,” Lenny proudly put his arm around her shoulder.

Midge laughed, “My poor shoes. They’ll never be the same again.”

“I should hope not,” Lenny smugly grinned.

Midge blushed, “Come on, you promised me terrible Chinese and I’m starving.”

“You two go on, we’ll take a raincheck,” Alan suggested.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Midge asked.

Alan glanced at Lenny who shrugged, “Naw you two go ahead, we’ve had enough excitement for the night.”

Lenny shut the door and nodded his thanks to Alan.

“Why didn’t we go with them?” Jo-Jo asked, watching the cab leave.

“Because we already interrupted their night together to get bailed out. I’m not about to have us awkwardly tag along on their late-night dinner date,” Alan patiently explained.

“You mean they finally…" Jo-Jo trailed off. “About fucking time."

Alan chuckled and shook his head, "Man you have no idea."

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Post Carnegie Hall

Lenny was riding the adrenaline high, the show had been fantastic, the audience was packed to the teeth, despite the snowstorm, and it was all for him.

Alan watched as he smiled and chatted with various people backstage, though he kept glancing towards the hallway as though looking for someone in particular. Alan grinned, even on the biggest night of his career he was looking for Midge, wanting to share it with her.

"Excuse me. Ooh sorry if that was a foot!" a familiar voice called.

Alan smiled as he saw Midge round the corner, and Lenny's face lit up.

"Ah! Ha! There she is!" Lenny said gleefully, as he pulled her towards him.

"Everyone, this is Midge Maisel. Mrs., to those in the know," Lenny officially introduced her to the rest of the group.

"Hey, hey, how's your father-in-law?" Jo-Jo asked.

"He's fine actually, he's going to recover," Midge replied.

"Oh, thank God. We were in a panic all evening."

Alan smiled at Midge, she was practically glowing, and she kept sneaking proud glances at Lenny. He was glad to know that she was just as invested in Lenny and his success as he was in hers.

"Uh, can you excuse me? I need to talk to this lady for a moment," Lenny suddenly announced, taking Midge's hand and leading her down the hall to the stage.

Alan looked to Jo-Jo to see if he knew what was happening, but he just shrugged in confusion.

Maybe Lenny wanted a private celebratory moment with Midge. He'd give them ten minutes before he went in search of them, Lenny couldn't disappear for long from his own after-party.

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Alan watched as Lenny slowly came back down the hall without Midge. He paused to wipe his eyes and collect himself. He leaned against the wall and took a shaky breath in.

Alan slipped away and approached him, "Everything okay?"

Lenny shook his head, "She turned down the Tony Bennett gig."

Alan looked shocked, "But you…"

"Yup."

"Why would she do that?"

Lenny sighed heavily, "I did some digging, she was refusing any and all opening acts. Some bullshit plan she came up with, all because she's spooked after the Baldwin thing."

"So what did you do?"

He frowned, "What do you think? I lit into her, right out there in Carnegie Fucking Hall. Told her she needed to stop hiding and just work."

All of his earlier adrenaline was gone, he looked weary, defeated, and broken-hearted. The biggest fucking night of his career and what does he do but spend it telling the woman he loves to stop fucking up her own career.

Alan sighed, Lenny was right, he couldn't just stand by and watch Midge sabotage herself. He just wished the conversation could have waited, been any other night but tonight.

"You think she'll listen?"

Lenny shook his head, "I hope so because I can't just stand by and watch her destroy everything she's worked for."

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flowercrown-bucky · 4 years

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As it turns out, adventuring in the unconscious mind is super overrated.

Fandom: 1970s!Loki Multi-Chapter

Pairing: Loki x ConArtist!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, drug references, later death, later smut, crime, loki and the reader are con artists..... It’s a wild one y’all, hold onto yo’ seats.

.Word Count: Lots

Chapter One

[Something Wicked This Way Comes - Chapter Two]

Loki’s life on Asgard has become vapid; uninspiring. He’s got the taste for a little danger. During a trip to earth, he finds just the danger he’s looking for.A partner in crime - in every imaginable sense.

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Authors’ Note: When I worked as a barmaid, one of my regulars used to refer to his wife as ‘the current Mrs Osbourne’. I always found it funny, and I snuck it in here.

Also - I’m back. Yipee ki yay, motherfuckers.

You sighed as you slept, your breasts heaving.

Loki turned on his side, running the tips of his fingers over your sleeping form. The thin blanket was draped over you, not quite thick enough to warm your body properly.

You snored, he had noticed, and it had bothered him to no end. As a god, he was required to sleep very rarely, which left him with nothing better to do than watch you sleep, most nights.

He was intrigued by your mind. He had never entered a consciousness quite like it before, and the mystery of the contents of the shelves was really getting on his nerves.

Over the last few weeks, you’d been sharing a room. After all, it was cheaper to have one room and it helped maintain the pretence that you were husband and wife.

Your system had become fairly streamlined, and you’d become quite comfortable in each others’ presence. Comfortable enough that you’d allow yourself to sleep and trust him to protect you. After all, your body was a powerful asset, and you would rather it remained in one piece.

Your unconscious mind, however, was a mystery to Loki, and one he fully intended to investigate.

He lifted his hand, pressing his palm against your forehead.

He looked around, briefly. It was just ask dark as it had been before, and just as empty.

He wandered towards the boxes again. What was stored in your mind that you so badly needed to hide? You had revealed everything to him, but not your mind, and that was a concept he really, really struggled with.

He grabbed at the handle, jiggling it with all his might, but it just wouldn’t budge.

“I told you never to invade my mind again.” Your voice startled him.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.” He spun on his heel.

“And you are most certainly not supposed to be inside my head, so don’t try to take the highroad with me.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.” He repeated, blinking incredulously. “Your body is asleep. How are you not asleep?”

“Are you broken, or owt?” You raised your eyebrow. “As you can well see, I am not asleep. I find it suits me to be at least partially conscious at all times.”

“Are you always like this when you’re sleeping?” He eyed you suspiciously, sat once again on your chair.

During the short period of time he’d known you, he had discovered that you found it very difficult to sit normally on a chair, opting instead for a number of uncomfortable looking and seemingly anatomically impossible positions. It didn’t annoy him as much as had he thought it might.

He’s asked you about it once. You’d mentioned that you had been briefly employed as a contortionist, but brushed it off whenever he tried to bring it up again.

In all honesty, it wasn’t the most unusual thing he’d discovered about you.

“Yup.” You popped the P. “And yes, that does mean that your midnight perving has not gone unnoticed.”

“I do not perv.” He rested one hand on his hip. “I observe interesting things. You happen to be interesting.”

“Well, I sure am glad you think so.” You drawled. “Anyhoo, to what do I owe the pleasure of this little midnight intrusion?”

“Are you ever going to tell me what’s in all these boxes?” He asked.

“Trust me when I say it is best for our combined safety that I don’t.” You looked straight into his eyes.

He hated when you did that. The only other person who had ever looked at him was that same intensity was his mother, and she had always had quite the knack for staring straight into his soul.

Come to think of it, so did you.

Loki shifted his weight in his seat, lifting his eyes from the steadily melting ice cube in his glass to the pair of breasts that had shifted into his line of vision. They were, he noted, rather nice breasts. Large.

“Another drink?” A smooth voice asked him.

“I’m good, thanks.” He cleared his throat, waving a hand dismissively. With the assistance of his unique talents, the evening’s entertainment had left him rather better off than he had started.

To any other man, being dealt a three and a seven as a holecard in your first game of the evening would surely be a bad sign of things to come. But Loki was no ordinary man, and with a little coercion his cards had switched themselves out for a slightly better hand. Never a pair of aces, he had learned, it was much too suspicious. No, two queens were his weapon of choice.

But, as ever, if you made a man a fool, he would call you a thief.

It did not bother him much. He had been called far worse.

He’d had no need for your quick hands and easy deceptions in his games this evening - but you were, as ever, his charming accomplice, as pretty and poisonous as you had been the night you met him.

His eyes were on you now, and it seemed he was not alone in that. You were slightly distracted as you crossed the room, one hand running through your hair to smooth it. Your carefully outlined eyes had smudged ever so slightly, the seam that ran down your left thigh slightly askew.

“Really? Him?” He raised one eyebrow as you approached him.

“What? He’s cute.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Sort of.”

“Finished?” He continued, holding out his hand.

“He certainly is.” You raised your eyebrows.

He pulled a face at you, and you couldn’t help but grin as you reached your hand into the side of your dress. This was, he had learned, your favourite place to keep things you would rather not lose - with the exception of your handgun, of course, which was always either tucked into the band around your thigh or under your pillow whilst you slept.

He wondered briefly how the hell you explained why you were in immediate possession of a 10mm glock to the gentlemen you entertained.

A tiny metal key dangled between two of your delicately manicured nails, and he grinned.

“You beauty.” He held his hand out further to you, palm up, waiting for you to drop it.

“Tut, tut, tut. Where are your manners?” You teased. “Ask nicely.”

He stared at you incredulously. You tilted your head to one side, sticking your tongue out mockingly.

“You are an infernal nuisance, you know that?” He rolled his eyes, leaning over to grab your arm and tug you into his body. You were supposed to be his wife, after all.

“So I’ve heard. Now, if you want the candy..” You leaned into him, your voice dropping to a low whisper. “You’ve got to play ball.”

Your lips brushed gently against his jawbone, nothing more than a chaste brush of skin, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

“You know I could just kill you, right?” He turned to you, trailing his fingers down your arm, his own wrapping round your waist.

“But what would be the fun in that?” You blinked up at him innocently.

If he wasn’t a god, if he didn’t have so much self restraint, he would be melting in your hands.

He felt a gentle jingle and a slight weight in his back pocket, followed by the gentle brush of your fingers across his bum.

“You know, a good fuck would really sort out your little attitude problem.” He mused, turning to face you.

“Nice try, Loki.” You rolled your eyes. “And, well..” You waved your hand at the gentleman who had been your evening’s companion.

“I said good.” He chuckled. “And by the way, darling, you really shouldn’t touch a man’s bum like that. Leads the mind to all sorts of unsavoury places.”

“You fucking wish.” A very un-ladylike snort left your mouth.

“Mr Evans, who exactly might this delightful young thing be?” A sharp voice drew his attention.

He glanced up at the man standing before him. He was tall, taller than Loki, and thin, like one of of those gross spiders you find in the corner of your room. His face was drawn, likely from stress, he concluded . A smattering of whiskers littered his chin, a slightly unpleasant twinkle in his lined eyes.

“My lovely lady wife.” He smiled, pulling you in to him a little tighter. “The current Mrs Evans.”

You turned your head in such a way that only he could see you rolling your eyes.

“Charmed, I’m sure.” You turned back to face your company, a tight lipped smile curving on your face. “I do apologise, but I don’t believe we’ve met before.”

“It does seem that way, so please, allow me to introduce myself.” He took your hand in his own, lifting it to his face and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Roger Slater. I was just chatting to your husband here, not twenty minutes ago.”

Something about the way he was looking at you made Loki grab you a little tighter.

“Would you like anything to drink?” He asked, trying to remain as polite as he was able. “I’m sure my fine lady can assist me in carrying a few extra drinks.”

“An old fashioned, if you would, my good man.” His tone was level, his voice smooth. It made Loki cringe.

You weren’t paying that much attention to either of the men before you, so the cold fingers wrapped around your wrist and the sudden sharp tug came as something of a surprise to you. So much so, that you almost yelped in surprise.

Almost.

You gathered your composure as you steadied yourself, smoothing down your skirt with your free hand. You weren’t sure whether it was the heels that left you so unsteady on your feet, or the negroni you had necked not five minutes earlier.

Loki’s hand was tight on your wrist as he led you towards the bar, his fingers icy cold on your delicate skin. Why was he always so cold?

“Be careful with that one.” He whispered. You opened your mouth to question him, but he had turned towards the barmaid to request more drinks.

The man to your left wasn’t particularly subtle in his eyeing of you, his gaze sweeping your form a few times before shooting you a smile that made your skin crawl.

You shuddered, grabbing at the tumbler closest to you and taking a long sip, scowling to yourself.

“Why the long face?” A look of bemusement settled on Loki’s face - something you found really, really infuriating.

“These men.” You grumbled. “They talk to me, treat me like a pretty little piece of fucking meat.”

“That’s because to them, you are.” He shrugged dismissively. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

Rage bubbled in the pit of your stomach, like an angry, venomous torrent climbing up your throat.

“Why, you little - hmmmph.” His hand slapping over your mouth cut you short.

“Might I remind you, darling, that you have a role to play. You shall get your vengeance.” He shot you a sickeningly sweet grin. “But for now, you shall have to grin and bear it, little pork chop.”

You seethed from behind his hand.

“Hold your tongue, that’s all I ask of you.” His gaze was earnest. “Will you do that for me?”

You cast your gaze downwards, nodding your head.

“Good girl.” He lifted his hand from your mouth, smiling as you glowered at him. He kissed your hand delicately, a brush of his lips across the skin of your knuckles, before holding out his arm for you to take.

The unusual gentleman, Mr Slater, was, as promised, still waiting for you across the room. He thanked you politely as you handed him his drink, his eyes alight as if something were terribly funny.

“Are you sure we have never met before, Mrs Evans?” His left eye quirked as he spoke. “You seem awfully familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“I guess I just have one of those faces.” You shrugged.

“Yes, quite.” He said. “Anyway, I have a rather unusual talent that I often whip out at parties, just as a little amusement. I feel it might interest you both, if you care to indulge my silliness.”

You glanced across at Loki, trying to hide the bewilderment from your face. He shrugged, holding out his hands.

“Be my guest.” He agreed.

You weren’t really sure what exactly you were expecting. Perhaps table top magic - rabbits out of a hat, coins from behind ears, that type of thing. Hell, maybe he was truly psychotic and was going to stab the both of you.

“It’s more of a childish parlour trick, really, but I have this unusual gift for reading people. Amateur psychology, really, but rather fun.” He grinned at your confused faces. “I pick up little things about people, tells me all sort of things. Secret affairs, family feuds, the yearnings of the heart. Even people’s greatest fears.”

He paused for a moment, lifting his glass to his mouth. He gathered the drips from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking back up at you both.

You thought it was a real shame he considered ‘people reading’ his greatest talent and not this overblown display of amateur dramatics.

“The pair of you are a little more enigmatic than most, but I think I could give it a crack, if you would allow me.”

You nodded breathlessly as he leaned towards you, your heart hammering in your chest. It was almost as if every nerve, every cell in your body was imploring you, screaming at you to not let this strange man come any closer to you.

Your feet felt frozen in place as his hand landed on your shoulder, his calloused palms like sandpaper against the soft skin of your shoulder. A breath stilled in your throat as his head dipped so his lips were level with your ear.

“You will kill again, and it terrifies you.” He whispered. “It keeps you up at night, doesn’t it? Not the knowledge of what you have done, but what you know you will do. It’s okay, darling, your secret is safe with me.”

You exhaled sharply as he drew away from you, a nervous laugh bubbling out of your chest.

Who the fuck was this guy?

He winked at you as he took another sip of his drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Loki’s line of vision flitting back and forth between the two of you, looking for any hint of what he had said to you, what could’ve so clearly, so deeply, unsettled you.

You sure as hell weren’t going to tell him.

Your eyes followed him closely as he leaned in towards Loki. Unlike you, he maintained his cool composure, but you were fairly certain you saw something adjacent to fear flicker in the back of his eyes.

Over time, you’d become an accomplished lip-reader, but this time, you felt for sure that your skill had failed you. You’d not picked up much, a single word, in fact, but you knew it couldn’t be correct.

That word, that single word, that allegedly had Loki witless with fear?

Himself.

His hand shot out, grabbing at your wrist, his nails biting into your skin.

“I’m really sorry, but my wife and I have to leave.” He spat out, turning on his heel, and striding away as quickly as his legs would carry him, almost dragging you behind him.

You had never seen him this flustered before. His cheeks were ever so slightly pink, his eyes glittering with anger, his chest rapidly expanding with every shallow breath. His grip on your wrist was like a vice, and you felt for certain that there would be the imprints of his long fingers marring your skin in the morning.

Just before you reached the door, you were fairly certain you heard the unusual man call ‘See you around!’ cheerfully over your shoulder.

“Who the hell was that?” You asked as you hurried down the corridor towards the lift.

“I don’t know.” He replied. “Like he said, we were talking when you were out. He owns a jewellery company. I didn’t think he’d try and get to us. Messing with you in that way, saying he thinks he knows you to try and catch you offguard.. It’s certainly unusual behaviour.”

“See, there’s the thing. I don’t think he was fucking with me there. He looked familiar to me, too. I think I’ve met him before.” You pressed a finger to your lip thoughtfully. “And don’t even try taking the ‘weak mortal’ path here. You were bricking it too, I could see it in your face.”

“You see what I want you to see, little mortal, and nothing more.” He shot you a glare. “Now, about that key.”

“We all see only what we’re shown, Loki.” You mused. “Even you.”

He glanced at you curiously as you stepped into the lift.

The encounter with Mr Slater had left Loki deeply unsettled. From the very off, something about the strangle man had made him uncomfortable.

He couldn’t even really work out why. He was, if anything, perfectly pleasant. Polite, courteous, well spoken. There was, at least on the surface level, nothing wrong with him.

But yet, he was nothing short of creepy. His smile wouldn’t have been any more unsettling if black widow spiders had crawled out from in between his pale lips.

When he revealed he had a little talent, Loki wouldn’t have been entirely shocked if he’d told him it involved punting kittens.

He himself was not exactly known for his strict adherence to anything resembling a moral code, and if anything, it made it all the more unusual that he had affected Loki so badly.

If there is anyone in this world - or any other - to be truly afraid of, it’s not the man who stalks your nightmares - it’s who stalks his.

He was, however, desperate to know what Roger had said to you. You would, of course, never tell him. Under other circumstances, he would consider subduing you in some way, but from the few encounters with your subconscious mind he had already had, he got the feeling that even then you wouldn’t willingly surrender the information.

It was this he was pondering as he rifled through the irritatingly mundane belongings of one Mr J Grey. When you’d selected him as your victim of the evening, you’d done so on the premise that he was wearing a very expensive suit, but as Loki was discovering, he hadn’t quite been the man you were looking for. Aside from half a gram of cocaine in a small ziploc bag - honestly, who kept their narcotics in their bedside table? - and a scuffed Barclaycard with yet more cocaine tightly pressed into the embossed numbers - expired, he had checked - he had found nothing of any real value. Knock-off watches, fake leather wallets, poorly made suits, but nothing particularly valuable.

“Your judgement is poor, darling.” He said. “This man is both immensely dull and revoltingly messy.”

“I am sorry to disappoint, but we Terrans are a rather messy species.” You remarked. “In fact, we are renowned for it.”

He laughed, staring down at his gloved hands. You were quite right - humans truly were a messy, invasive little species. A cosmic nuisance, of sorts. He was just glad that, for the most part, they stuck to their own planet. The furthest they had actually gotten was their own bloody moon, so they weren’t exactly regarded as a threat to other species.

“I think we should cut our losses and get out of here before he gets back.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair.

Loki muttered his agreement, rising from where he knelt on the floor. He was happy to dispose of the clammy plastic that clung to his hands, flinging them into his pocket dimension as he headed towards the door.

He dropped a throw-away comment as he walked down the corridor, eliciting a true, from-the-chest belly laugh from you. Quick as ever, you responded within a heart beat, but Loki found himself missing your witticism, distracted by a sudden thought.

Since when did humans start referring to themselves as Terrans?

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centipedall · 3 years

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Bored Meetings

It was a sunny Thursday afternoon, sometime in July. I was in my cubicle, silently crunching numbers and desperately wishing that I could get home to my wife. She had the day off- some kind of water problem at her work, I think- and so she was probably watching TV or playing video games or going for walks. I wanted to be back with her so badly, to enjoy this beautiful summer day and live our lives. Unfortunately, I was stuck in this stuffy office, running numbers for some company that does god-knows-what, trying to use the bathroom as much as possible so that I could do as little as possible.

I had just gotten ready to go on one of these superfluous bathroom breaks when my boss knocked on my cubicle. I jumped, looking at him and trying to seem busy. “Ah, Mr. Percy! What, uh, what do you need?”

He looked away from me as he spoke, “Mr. Thomas. The board wants to see you. Please go to the thirty-first floor and speak to the secretary. I believe she has the information you need.” He started to walk away, then paused and turned. “I’m sorry.” He said before trudging away.

I had paled at the mention of the board. They were every office worker’s worst nightmare. Every month or so, they invited a couple people up to perform “surprise presentations” for them. I had heard horror stories about the board- that people would slip up once and get demoted almost instantly. Or worse.

I couldn’t handle a demotion. We had just bought the new house and- ugh, it would screw everything up. I needed to do this perfectly. I gathered up my pencils and a good amount of paper and walked out the office to the elevator. Roughly half of my coworkers avoided looking at me during my walk of shame, and the other half were an even mix between fake smiles of support and pure fear and grief. I got in the elevator, pushed the button, and went up about twenty floors.

The thirty-first floor was essentially a large hallway. It had a tiled linoleum floor with a simple blue carpet in the middle, leading up to a small brown door. Beside it was a desk built into the wall, where a woman sat reading a magazine. She had large, horn-rimmed glasses and short, heavily styled brown hair. The woman wore a pink sweater that said “Secretary” on it in big sparkly letters.

I timidly walked up to her. She didn’t look up from her magazine until I coughed, at which point she gave me what was quite possibly the most condescending glare in the world. I wilted, but to be fair, a redwood would have wilted under that. “I believe the board wants to see me?”

She put her magazine down, opened her mouth, and pure liquid venom dripped out of it. It took me a second to work past the pure hate and realize what she was saying. “Mr. Thomas, correct? I have you down to enter in an hour. You will be reporting on your work performance over these past two months. Please wait on a bench, and do not waste any more of my time.”

I nodded and then sat down on the bench. About fifteen minutes in, another guy sat down next to me. His hair was slicked back, and his face was vaguely handsome. He wore an expensive suit, with an expensive watch, and expensive shoes. The guy fidgeted for a little bit, then looked at me and offered a handshake.

“Gabe Joseph. I work on the twenty-fifth floor. I’m a major executive. From the new merger. I’m pretty confident- this is gonna be a cinch. Just gonna blast through my standard presentation- turn on the charm and lie.”

“I- uh, I don’t think that’s gonna work. I heard really scary stories about them.” I paused, then realized how rude I was being. “I’m Carl, by the way. Carl Thomas. I work in accounting on floor eleven. I’m obviously not as important as you. So I’m gonna keep working on my thing. Sorry.” I looked back down at the paper I was writing on. It had a basic script for my presentation- what I’d been doing the past few months and why I was important to the company. Fortunately, I was allowed to read off of it- at least from what I’ve heard.

He scoffed. “Whatever, man. You’re probably gonna freak out and barf. Screw up your presentation instantly.” He looked away and muttered, “Idiot.”

I didn’t look back at him. It wasn’t worth my time. Instead, I finished my script, memorized it, and then looked around the room. The ceiling was high. Weirdly high. It went up at least two more stories. The walls were strangely patterned too- it reminded me of waves, or fish swimming through them. But the walls were plain. Like completely plain- just beige. I looked back down at the floor- I had a headache all of a sudden. And the meeting was in three minutes.

I stood up, my joints cracking, and moved my body a little. Got the blood flowing. My head still hurt a little bit, but it was time. I went over my presentation one last time, looked back at the napping Gabe, and then opened the door and walked into the boardroom.

It was dark, and large- huge, even. The size of a warehouse. It smelled like salt- or tasted like salt? I couldn’t tell the difference. There was also a distinct odor of fish and wet wood. The whole place was humid like a rainforest, the almost liquid air weighing heavily on my cheap suit. It was weirdly cold, though. Enough that it felt like the water should have frozen. Behind me was a damp concrete wall, and in front of me was a simple wooden stool in a spotlight. The stool and what was on it were the only two things in the massive room. On the stool was a water-warped plank of wood, roughly two and a half feet long. It had a pair of googly eyes on the front. The fake plastic pupils were looking down at the soaking carpet-covered floor, but I could still feel something staring at me. The Board was eager.

I pulled the papers out of my pocket and started my presentation, reading from the script. “I- hello, ladies and, uh, gentlemen. Of the board. My name is Carl Thomas. I’m an accountant on the eleventh floor. Over the last fiscal quarter, I’ve primarily been responsible for streamlining the budget of my department, the Yogurt Division.” I worked for a food company? “As you can see, we’ve outpaced the Steel Division-” What? That can’t be right. “-the Steel Division. By eighty percent. I believe that is primarily because of me. As you can see by my graph here-” I pulled out a paper I’d drawn on, “-since I joined, our profits have increased. My boss, Mr. Percy, has given me professional compliments, as can be seen when you request my HR reports.You can also ask my coworkers, and they will report that I have not only been a boon to our company, but I have also been kind, helpful, and friendly in our interactions.” Alright, time for the finisher. “I truly believe that I am one of the most effective workers on the eleventh floor. I am not only beneficial to this company, but to my coworkers. I hope this presentation is informative. Thank you. Are there any questions?” God, please don’t have questions.

The Board had no questions. Instead, I felt a blast of warm, dry air from behind me. That small brown door was behind me. I exited through it, back into the waiting room. I stumbled over to a trash can and vomited. Ugh. When I stood up, I realized how dry my clothes were. Really, the only wetness on my was the film of sweat on my forehead.

Gabe gave me a pat on the back. “Nice one. Told ya you’d barf.” He sauntered past me into the waiting room. Just before the door closed, I heard his opening line. “Hey guys. Listen, we both know how stupid this is, so- wait, what?”

I stood there for another minute recovering. The secretary called janitorial services, probably for my throw-up. I had mostly managed to recover when they arrived. The elevator dinged and two men in ballcaps walked out. I waved at one of them, making a grunt of apology, but they walked right past me. I heard a slamming noise from behind me and I turned.

The brown door was wide open, and Gabe’s body was tossed out of it. He landed on the ground with a thump. His body was swollen, soaking wet, and partially rotten. His eyes, genitals, and clothes were gone, rotted away. His mouth was wide open, and water trickled from it. There were hundreds of small, moving lumps beneath his skin. As the janitors dragged him away, one shifted up to his mouth. The lump disappeared as a small goldfish fell out of his mouth and onto the floor. I watched it flop on the ground until it died. Then I walked into the elevator and back down to my floor.

When I exited the elevator, everyone on my floor looked directly at me. I waited for a second, then gave them a thumbs-up. The room erupted into cheer. I smiled wearily and walked back to my cubicle. Within two minutes, my boss entered.

“Hey, Thomas, congrats on the successful presentation. I bet the Board really liked it! And, uh, as congratulations, I’m letting you go home early. Presenting to those guys really, uh, really takes a lot out of you, huh?” He gave me a fake, but knowing, smile. “I have to do it at least four times a year.” He sighed. I had never felt more empathy for someone than in that moment.

I nodded eagerly. “Thank you, sir. I’ll get out of your hair right now.” I quickly gathered up my things and left work early.

When I got home, my wife was pleasantly surprised. I declined to tell her about the Board- it didn’t feel right, to talk about that outside the Board’s Room. Instead, I told her that my boss had given me the day off because of my performance. We spent the rest of the day together- we went for a lovely walk, somehow managed to perfectly tie in a racing game, and then I whipped up a mean spaghetti for our dinner. We cleaned and watched a little TV, and then she told me about the really cool painting her coworker had made. We went to bed a little early, although we got to sleep a little late. The next day, I got up and went to work in that little two-story building, looking forward to the next day my wife and I would get to spend time together.

#body horror

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Heaven - Finn Bálor

Summary: Loosely based on the Julia Michaels song of the same name & tells the tale of a backstage reporter who falls head over heels for the newest NXT heel Finn Bálor.

Warnings: M/M sex (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Inspired By: https://twitter.com/malethirst/status/1195915287876362240?s=21 & the Julia Michaels song

October 2, 2019:

The day your life would change. As an NXT backstage reporter, you often would interact briefly with lower ranged superstars whom weren’t on the level of Cathy Kelly chasing around after them like she did the Undisputed Era, but still needed a connection with the audience, like Shane Thorne.

So you were surprised when Finn Bálor, the returning former NXT champion stepped over to you for an interview, you were prepped as per the broadcast standards & were counted in. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Finn Bálor” Finn happily stepped into the frame, taking you in. “So Finn, it’s quite clear you shocked the world with your sudden return to the NXT cohort, you would only give Adam Cole a sentence, but is there anything else you can divulge about your reappearance.” “Well Y/N, A master never reveals their secrets, but I will tell you to look to my past, cause you’ll find what I bring back here will be a blast.” he gave you a wink and walked off, leaving you confused, yet intrigued at the Irishman’s statement.

October 23, 2019:

After a few weeks, and a lot of digging, you found out lots about Finn through research, you had learnt of his connections to Becky Lynch & Jordan Devlin, his adoration of the old Irish tales which inspired his Balor character, but what struck you the most was his time in the Bullet Club in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Something about seeing Finn or as he was known back then Prince Devitt, strutting around with a ‘Give No Fucks’ attitude sort of turned you on. However tonight Finn was going to leave his mark, which was what Hunter told you as he delivered the message that you would wait behind the scenes for Finn to do another interview. By now Finn’s statement about his future being his past had traveled through the WWE Universe like wildfire & people were watching with baited breath, wondering what Finn would do.

You watched excitedly as Tomasso stepped up to encounter the Undisputed Era, grinning when Johnny Gargano joined him and by the time Finn stepped out, your heart was in overdrive. You subtly bounced from corner to corner waiting to see the scuffle unfold, when suddenly Finn hit a Pele Kick on Gargano, stepping back & allowing the Undisputed Era to ravage themselves upon Ciampa. Your jaw dropped open as you let out a gasp of shock, which continued to resonate as Finn continued to batter Gargano, eventually leaving him broken on the ramp way as he moved back, shooting what looked like guns at the Undisputed Era.

You were in two minds, you felt awful for Gargano & Ciampa as they had just been battered, very badly in the former’s position, however seeing Finn in dominance brought back those feelings of passion you had seeing him in NJPW. However as the show cut, you had to pull yourself together as Finn would be heading over. As this was an exclusive for the web, you could be more questionable than the generic intro & question and you planned on doing that. Finn strutted in and stood by your side, his dominance was exuding from him and it took you everything to pull yourself together, how you were able to tune into the staffer counting you in, you never knew.

“Finn, it’s fair to say you shocked the entire world yet again, only for untoward reasons. You just dropped Gargano & Ciampa and let the Undisputed Era ravage them like a pack of bloodthirsty hounds, why?” Finn let out a chuckle, once a few weeks ago this would be a bright happy chuckle, but this time it was evil and filled the air with a sharp sting “Gargano was a means to an end, I plan to elevate this division by any way I can from the fucking wreck it was become & I plan to do it by any means necessary.” You were intrigued by this statement but had to move forwards “Due to your ‘My future is my past’ promo, many thought that you would appear as the Demon King tonight, why did you opt for this instead?” “Y/N, what’s to say you haven’t?, what if we have merged already?, let his darkness seep into me? My future did become my past, you just didn’t go that far back. I told you I would turn heel & I still surprised you all!” You were stunned, you’d never seen anyone passionately plan their heel turn so brilliantly. Finn turned to look into the camera ‘You better start getting on The Prince’s level, cause things are about to change around here. And if you can’t keep up, I’ll squash you just like I squashed your precious Rebel Heart.” Finn trailed away, the interview concluding.

Having had a lot to take in, you returned to your dressing room to unpack & return home, when you saw Finn behind you “Well hello there stranger” “Finn!” you startledly said “I wasn’t expecting you” “Well I just came to congratulate you on handling me, I know Renee, Charley & Cathy would have broken into tears as I went on my tirade, but you? You listened with open ears & took me in, like you adored me. That’s how an interview should be done here, none of this ‘Oh I feel bad for the good guys, let me take out my anger on the heels’” Finn adorned a sing songy high voice to mock the other interviewees which made you chuckle. “In fact, I think you like me like this, don’t you? I thought from the first interview you were interested, but tonight, I knew for sure.” You noticed he was moving closer & closer to you. “You like the good guys as much as anyone, but you know the bad guys like me can make you feel so good” he stopped right in front of you “So why don’t you take a chance? Kiss me like you want so desperately to”

At this point, you lost all inhibition. You surged forwards, kissing the newly turned Bálor. He wrapped his hands in your hair returning it. You backed into the bench in the middle of the room, falling onto it. “Wow” Finn groaned “You’re such a good kisser, but I think you’ll make an ever better fuck” he tore through your shirt, and made quick work of your pants, taking in your naked form “Beautiful, and all mine” he admired before ripped his shirt off in the manner he did yours as you let out a groan “I’ve got you moaning & I’m not even inside you yet, good Y/N” You took in the compliment, it seeming like molten gold as Finn began to make work of his pants, presented his cock to you “Suck it, prove your worth to me”

You sucked him, taking his massive cock down your throat, your eyes welling up, but you kept focused, determined not to let Finn see you crack, this was about him & you would do anything for your Prinxe. “Oh fuck! Suck it Y/N, oh shit! So many only manage half, but you? You took me straight down, like you were made for me” Finn slid his big hands behind your head & began to move you up and down as he growled in pleasure. Eventually he pulled you off, gazing cockily at your face “You liked that didn’t you?” You draw sharp breaths “Finn p- please” “Please what? Use you words Y/N, use that beautiful mouth to tell me what you want” You gasped out several breaths before begging “Fuck me Finn please take me. I. Am. Yours.”

Finn quickly moved so he was on top of you on the bench and quickly thrust in “OH FUCK! My treasure is so tight! So perfect!” He began to fuck into you roughly, moans falling from your lips joining his groans of pleasure “Fuck Y/N, take my cock. Yes! Just like that!” You started into Bálor’s cold eyes filled with passion and kissed him again. “Your body is like a garden babe, and I plan to explore” still fucking you, he bit into your nipples, one after the other, moving his hands down to explore you.

You threw your head back, knowing if you so much as looked at Finn’s beautiful face, you would spill. He seemed to recognize this & quickened his pace “I can feel you holding back, it’s ok my love, cum for me” you fell apart at this point, your cum decorating both your chests, he fucked you even faster, looking longingly down at you “My beautiful treasure, all mine. Forever” he started to thrust sloppier “Fuck, I’m going to cum, take me my love, we will rule NXT together, no one will ever destroy us, the Prinxe with his loyal lover. So darkly perfect and serene. OH FUCK!” Finn came deep inside you. You stayed entangled with him for a while, before you moved to try and get your clothes forgetting Finn had ripped your shirt “Don’t move, I’ll get you a towel from the bathroom” Finn disappeared briefly before returning with said towel, which you quickly put on “Come with me to my house tonight, I have more to experience with you Y/N” and as you joined hands with the newest villain of NXT, you felt complete. It was true what they said ‘all good boys go to heaven, But bad boys bring heaven to you’

#Finn Bálor #Male Reader #Finn Bálor x Male Reader #Finn Bálor Smut #WWE #WWE Smut

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hopes-baptist · 4 years

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OC INTERVIEW

Tagging: @chipblogging @xbaebsae @ja-crispea and anyone else who would like to join 🥰

name ➔ “Robyn. Castle. Both works.”

are you single ➔ “I fortunately found someone that puts up with me. *laughs*”

are you happy ➔ “I am actually the happiest I’ve ever been.”

are you angry ➔ "I’m angry at the fact that this whole Eden’s Gate vs The Resistance thing is happening. I feel as if all this could have been avoided if we all just talked to one another and figure out how to properly work everything out.”

are your parents still married ➔ "I’m adopted actually. My adoptive father’s wife unfortunately died before he adopted me.”

NINE FACTS

birth place ➔ “Georgia”

hair colour ➔ “Black”

eye colour ➔ “Brown”

birthday ➔ “March 28th”

mood ➔ “*smiles* depends on the circumstances and who I’m with.”

gender ➔ “Female.”

summer or winter ➔ “I love the winters here. Everything is just covered in Snow and it’s absolutely beautiful, especially in the Whitetails.”

morning or afternoon ➔ “ Is neither an option? I’m more of a night time kind of gal.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ “I... I am actually. *laughs* I never actually thought about it until now. Yes I am.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “no I don’t. I believe that love at first sight is actually attraction at first sight. Love should be built on the persons actions and not appearances... if that makes sense.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “embarrassing enough the relationship I’m in now is my very first relationship. Growing up my father was very protective of me so boys were a no-no. “

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “nope. At least not that I know of... dun dun dun. *laughs*”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ "yea...yea I am. I’ll be the first to admit that I have abandonment issues, because my biological parents left me at an orphanage. And I’m afraid that I’ll just be left behind again... that just got real sad...”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “yea I love hugs. John gets at LEAST 10 surprise hugs a day.”

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I did actually, in high school. Yea my Dad shut that down real quick. He found a note in my backpack and went to the boys house, to this day I have no idea what my dad did to him. Poor Micheal didn’t talk to me at all after that.”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Yes. Before coming to Hope County I asked about my Dad about his Wife, and it turns out he had a son and daughter that died as well. Seeing the look on his face and hearing his voice crack while he explained what happened broke my heart.”

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ "Love.”

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “most definitely Lemonade.”

cats or dogs ➔ "Dogs.”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “few best friends. It’s quality over quantity ladies and gentlemen.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ "Both honestly. One of the things that I like about John is that he’s very spontaneous when it comes to our date nights. Some can be a romantic night in some can be a wild night out, hell sometimes it’s a wild and Romantic night inside and out.”

day or night ➔ “ Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “since my father is a ex marine, I had to get good at sneaking to get past him. That being said I had to go through trial and error to successfully get out unnoticed. *smiles* my first success was when I snuck out to go see Black Veil in concert. They were fantastic just so you know.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ "I’ve fallen up, down, and sideways on the stairs. I’m very clumsy.*laughs*”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ "after John and I found out we were friends when we were in the orphanage, I desperately wanted to be close with him again. But with me being Pastor Jerome’s Niece and Him being one of the Heralds of Eden’s Gate, it was hard for us to see each other at the beginning of our relationship.”

wanted to disappear ➔ “I don’t think there was ever a time I wanted to disappear.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes. They are the windows to the soul, and it’s hard to hide what you’re feeling when your eyes always tells the truth.”

shorter or taller ➔ “Taller, I love the feeling of being engulfed in John’s arms and being the perfect height to rest my head in the crook of his neck.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “Intelligence. I would like to have deep conversations with someone and I couldn’t bare to do that with a meat head.”

hook-up or relationship ➔ “Relationship. I emotionally can not handle a one night stand.”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ “my dad and I do yes. And I flew out to meet my uncle and so far things are doing great.”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I wouldn’t say it’s messed up, but there were some ‘unfortunate’ times that I had to live through.”

have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Nope.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “no.”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Nope, I will only engage with someone if I like them in some way.”

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “no. I consider good friends to be people I can tell everything too. And most of my friends would not approve of my boyfriend of choice. That is if they found out about my relationship.”

who is your best friend ➔ “John. It’s cheesy I know but he’s the only one that truly gets me.”

who knows everything about you ➔ “I talk to my dad about everything. He was all I had for majority of my life so we are very close, and he’s the only one I told about John and I. And John knows basically everything about me as well but that’s about it.”

#robyn castle #far cry 5 #my oc #tag game

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lyfrassirrrrrrrr · 4 years

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Trying Times

Chapter 5: Totally Fucked

Here it is ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you chapter 5! We’re getting to the juice bits now folks!

Part one

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“All hands on deck!” Martha shouts. It’s crazy how just a minute ago he and James were just talking, now look at this. John drew closer to the screen, which showed the camera feed being cut.

“Don’t the pro heroes have it covered?” James questioned as he took out his suit.

“For the most part, but it’s taking all of them to make sure Chaos doesn't do anything.. We need to evacuate the citizens” Martha said sternly, getting ‘the bus’ ready. The bus was their vehicle that they used when they went on trips. It was pretty decked out, and each kid had their own seat.

John walked up to martha, giving her a glance, he looked quite nervous as he tried to find the right words. “Martha? Am I allowed to come? George seemed… pretty pissed” he gave a nervous shrug.

The woman just gave a fond smile and reassured him that he could come. They loaded onto the bus, ready to take on the world. But nothing would be able to prepare them for what they would see.

…

The blocked off area was chaotic to say the least. Pros were everywhere trying to minimize the damage Chaos was doing, and most of them were injured. That wasn't the worst part. General George Washington was laying on the side of the road, bleeding out.

He was bloodied and bruised from almost every angle, he wouldn't respond to any of the worried shouts the children gave. Martha ordered them to go and help the civilians while her hands glew a soft green and she began to heal George. Martha had said they were here to help evacuate, but John couldn’t stand there and just let this happen. The General- the strongest hero in the world had fallen. Who’s to say the pros won’t either? Who’s to say he can beat him?

In his mind, it didn't matter. He couldn't just stand there and do anything.

…

“John what are you doing?”

John came to a screeching halt as he groaned and slowly turned to face Eliza. Now, Eliza wasn’t a junior hero to take lightly, literally. She was, well, an angel. At a young age, Eliza had been in a villain attack, having been born powerless, she was helpless and sustained heavy injuries. During surgery she had died for almost an hour. When she had come back it was a miracle. Shortly after she began to discover powers of light, and sprouted angel wings. It was across headlines everywhere. By the age of 12, she had joined the Junior heroes as ‘Miracle’

“Why does it matter, Miracle? You’ve got people to evacuate.” John said, shrugging off her concern.

“It matters because you are also supposed to be evacuating.”

“Do you see how this is going? The pro’s are getting the shit beaten out of them!” John shouted, his whole body going tense.

“John-”

“And how do you suppose we defeat them, darling?” A new voice- Thomas- drawled out. Thomas Jefferson was born from a rich family, had everything going for him. Though soon in life his father had passed and left his mother, Jane Jefferson, to provide for him. Thomas was born with a full set of hair that seemed to have a mind of his own, and he quickly earned the nickname ‘Curls’ which was now his hero name.

“Curls-” Eliza started, only to be interrupted by him once more.

“I’m not wrong, Miracle.” He’d crossed his arms and gave a glance at John, who’s eyes were glued at his feet. “We aren’t as advanced, we just gotta let them handle-”

“We have to do something, we can’t just sit here and watch our home be destroyed! Pros out there are dying- while we are doing nothing! So for God’s sake Thomas, get that stick out of your ass and help us, or there won’t be a home for these citizens to come back to!” John shouted, tears slowly welling up in his eyes as he stared down at the two.

Eliza gave a resigned sigh as she went closer to John, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Promise me, the moment it becomes too much, you’ll back out.”

John’s eyes lit up as he gave a slow but certain nod.

“Then we’ll come with you. Right, Curls?” She gave a glance at Curls, who gave a reluctant and frustrated groan.

“We get in trouble, and I blame it on you two.” He said, which Eliza only gave a laugh and nodded.

“Then let’s go.”

…

“-rge! ….George you have to wake up!” Someone.. No.. Martha? Martha had been shouting. Why? He was fine. He planned to say as much, but the moment he opened his eyes the light burned into his retinas and he had no other choice than to clamp his eyes shut. A weak groan escaped his lips as he turned over.

“M’rtha..?” He rasped out

“Yeah.. Yeah honey, it’s me.” She said, tears dripping down her cheeks as she gave a hug to her husband.

“Where..?”

“A Medic tent, you were badly injured when we found you.” She explained as she took George’s vitals.

“Oh Georgie, why are you even trying to get him back?” Chaos said, adding another kick to his ribs as he knocked George into a building. Chaos gave a psychotic look as he launched himself from the rooftop into George, who caught Chaos right before he crashed into him.

“Oh.” He hummed out, still out of his own mind due to the drugs to dull the pain. “‘’Lex…?”

“Because he’s my son, and he’s still in there!” George yelled out as he pinned Chaos to the building. He started to crystalize Chaos’ arms to the building but as he did so, Chaos only laughed

Martha’s heart wanted to shatter in two. She knew how much Alexander meant to George, and him knowing he was still out there, causing pain, it hurt so much.

“No.. we haven’t gotten him yet..”

“What’s so funny?” George spat out as he gripped Chaos tighter, causing Chaos to look right into his eyes and laugh.

“Alexander was never real, Georgie. He was just an act, don't you get it?”

George gave a frown, humming out a noise of acknowledgement. Martha could only hope he was too out of his head to really think about Alex right now, god knows how much the two of them have been feeling since he was crystalized, George more than her.

“What are you talking about..?” He flinched back, giving Chaos the opportunity to break free and grab him.

“Alexander was just an act to get close to you, and boy did it work. I never knew it would tear you up on the inside like this! Funny, isn’t it?”

Before Washington could respond Chaos threw him to the ground at full force, laughing maniacally.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get him back. Okay?” She soothingly told him, hoping to calm him down.

“Mmhm..” He drawled out, unconsciousness closing in on him.

…

Alexander sat atop a roof as he stared down at all the carnage he had created, giving a big grin as he watched the Junior heroes try to evacuate the people. Though, 3 seemed to be missing. It was only a matter of time, he supposed.

“Chaos!”

Ah, there they were! He turned around to face the owner of the voice, John Laurens, and his allies. He gave a smug grin as he raised an eyebrow.

“Stop this, come with us or we’ll use force” John said, trying his best to sound confident.

This got his full undivided attention as he slowly rose up, gripping his blade. The junior heroes stood back, knowing fully well that Chaos was dangerous.

“Funny how you think you can win when I took down your leader. Though I'm fine with the entertainment. Amuse me, will you?”

Thomas gave a growl as his hair grew into 2 hands as he tried to restrain Chaos, who simply dodged and shot a beam of green energy at him. Eliza flew up and threw balls of light around Chaos, which soon exploded onto Chaos. The smoke cleared up, his green eyes piercing through it as he ran at Eliza, quickly restraining her.

He turned his attention to John, who held his grappling hook tight. He aimed it at Chaos, his hand shaking as the demon drew closer and closer until-

“NOW!” he shouted

Alex turned around quickly, suprise painting his face as Eliza jumped up, flying with Thomas. Thomas’s hair formed into a giant fly swatter and quickly crashed down onto Alex, who shouted in suprise. John shot his grappling hook around Alex, tying him up quickly and efficiently.

“Eliza! Call Martha before-” John started before he was interrupted by a fit of laughter.

Chaos laughed harder and harder, until he just stopped, leaving the rooftop in eerie silence.

“Did we kill- WOAH-” John shouted as his hands were crystalized to the floor. He stared at his hands in confusion.. Washington..? Was he here? No. He was badly injured- then how?

Before he realized it, Chaos had thrown Eliza to the floor, breaking her left wing. Both Thomas and John yelled out in concern for Eliza, but Thomas was quickly grabbed and the tips of his hair were crystalized. Thomas managed to land a punch on the other, creating time to move Eliza to a safer spot and telling her to go get help.

Chaos launched himself into Thomas, grabbing his arm and swinging him round and round before throwing him into the side of a building.

That just left John, now. He gave a gulp as he glared down Alex, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing him terrified.

“Poor thing, powerless and alone.” Chaos said as he cupped John’s cheeks, giving a soft smile that just felt wrong. “I like you, I think I’ll keep you, yeah?”

“Wha-” John blinked in surprise as everything around him was surrounded in light. “W-Wait!” He called out, panic growing in his chest.

But it was too late.

…

Once they realized Chaos had left the police force and ambulances had come, taking control of the situation. Martha was gathering up the junior heroes when Eliza had ran over, holding an unconscious Thomas. Her eyes looked panicked, her eyes pleading with Martha.

“What happened?” She questioned frantically as she took Thomas and began to heal the boy.

“They took John..”

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chaniters · 5 years

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Karaoke night

Sidestep goes deeper into the super-hero underworld. His friends reveal some dark secrets. Also. Sidestep at a party!

Enjoy!

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You pull your mask down as you enter, following Ortega and Anathema. You really didn't want to come, to the party, but Anathema insisted, and Ortega has been down for a while now. He got into a huge fight with Riley about a month ago, and they haven't spoken since.

You were shocked that Riley was male, you had always been convinced Ortega was straight. Perhaps he was convinced too, and that's what makes him so confused. He's had a few flings since you met him, and he's never been so bothered by a breakup before.

You take a good look around you, studying the large warehouse

Ortega has explained how this works. Twice a year, Owl and several heroes organize the party at a different location. All heroes of Los Diablos operating on the west coast are invited, even those that keep their identities secret. So you can go in with your mask if you want.

The crowd is much larger than you expected. You can see Sentinel flirting with Elyse at the back. The Answer sharing drinks with Omega. Bastion and Blast are dancing.

No cameras or cell phones are allowed. It's virtually the safest place for you.

You turn to talk to your friends.. but they're gone.

The music is too loud... you only know a handful of people here... Now you can feel them staring at you, the guy with the casted arm (or is that just your perception?).

So many thoughts... You feel overwhelmed and immediately raise your shields. You slowly creep towards a wall. Panic slowly creeps up like a cold breeze on your back.ed

But then your training kicks in. Parties. You have been thought about how they work. There are ways to change your shields.. to help yourself not be noticed so much by the crowd.

If you can concentrate then you can...

"There you are!" Anathema says bumping into you. "Come! This is going to be epic!"

"What? Where are we going?"

"To the reading contest"

"What's a reading contest?"

"Oh, you'll see" He snickers. He leads you towards an improvised stage on the other end. The owl is there talking to some people.

"Hey, Can Sidestep and I go next?" He asks cheerfully.

"Sure can" Owl answers. "We're short on victims right now. Did you find a good piece?

"YES!"

Owl chuckles. "Alright, you're next, just wait until Warhawk and Medea are done.

"What... is this?" You ask approaching Anathema.

"Oh just watch and listen"

You lean in to observe the "Reading Contest".

Warhawk and Medea each hold texts on their hand, and seems to be enacting some sort of play... it doesn't take long for you to realize the type of play they are in is not for children.

"What's.. going on?" You ask nervously.

"Fanfiction. Hero fans flood the web with all kinds of stories involving us heroes. The reading contest is just that. two or more heroes have to read their parts in the fanfiction stories, and the one who does it best wins."

"Is this a real thing?"

"Yep"

"But why is there so much... Sex in their scene?"

"Oh if you're not the best at acting, then making your opponents laugh or chicken out is the best way for them to lose. Actually, almost every fricken scene is sex. It's the funniest"

"WHAT? WHAT KIND OF SCENE DO YOU HAVE FOR US?"

"Ohhhh forgot to give you your copy. Here you go" he grins.

You scan the pages quickly.

"I-... I'm not reading... any of this!" You aren't sure how to feel about this. It's quite a shock to think people would consider you would do these things to Anathema... and in his sleep...

"Did you see Chapter two when I wake up?" He is beyond himself.

You look for a way out when...

"And the winner is... MEDEA by a landslide! She's the filthiest of them all! All Hail Medea!" The crowd cheers.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen... I bring you an old favorite... ANATHEMA!"

This is so surreal... Anathema is on one side of the stage.. and you feel Owl pushing you into the other side.

"And a newcomer! Never seen before... SIDESTEP!"

"And the piece da resistance they present is titled... "Sidestep/Anathema, AU, Escape from the village of the Rammed, part 3! "

The heroes around you cheer. Anathema takes his lines and starts. You feel yourself growing smaller under the pressure of people watching you...

He finishes his lines. People expect you to say yours... what to do... You look at your text. You try to speak, but your voice is a croak.

Only your training can save you. You focus...

.....................15 minutes later.................................

"I can't believe you fucking beat me" Anathema walks with you to the open bar. "I had rehearsed that shit!"

"THat's what you get for challenging me " you chuckle nervously holding the little medal they gave you. It reads "Filthiest hero". In truth, you are sweating so much under your double set layer clothing. REading that was amongst the most uncomfortable moments of your life, but you managed.

Your training makes you a good actor. And you're curious. You don't want to admit it, but you're probably going to browse into more of these "Fictions" of you and other people.

"Where's Ortega?" You ask a bit concerned. You were supposed to try to cheer him up, but you totally lost track of him.

"There" Anathema points. "I left him by The Karaoke area."

"I'll go check on him" you offer.

"Hey" you sit by his side. "How are you?"

"Hey" For once he's the one startled. You notice a few empty drinks by his side. "I'm alright. I guess."

"Want to talk about it?" You wish you could read his thoughts.

"It's the same old story... only that it went nuclear this time" he sighs, taking another sip of tequila.

"How? What happened?"

"He wanted some sort of commitment... And I'm..."

"Still in the closet?" You smile

"Yeah. I haven't figured out how to handle the media about it...."

"So it's over? Just like that?"

"Well, he hasn't answered a single text or call. I even went to his place a few times. I think I really hurt him"

"I'm sure he'll get over it. It's been a while"

"I just want to apologize. I even invited him here. But he didn't come either"

"Well... you know, there are other ways."

"Hmm? Like what?"

"I could lend you a brick" you jest.

He can't help the smile. "Stop it"

"What? It worked like a charm"

He punches your arm playfully, now laughing.

"Ow. It was a valid suggestion"

"You bastard. You know how much I spent on repairs?"

"Nope" you confess. "I wasn't very good at talking back then."

"Well.. a lot." He takes another sip of his drink. "But don't worry about it"

"Hey, I could repay you"

"Hmm? No need seriously I..."

"Remember the Karaoke machine at your place?"

"Yep. You avoid it like the plague."

"I'll do it now and we call it even. Deal?"

"Ha. You can't do it! You'll just chicken out"

"Just watch me," you say stepping over and picking a microphone. It's not about debts. It's about distracting your friend. You are learning fast how these things work.

Someone connects a light on top of you. Then the music starts.. and the video...

You are frozen. This isn't like the reading with Anathema. You are alone. And everyone's watching you. The mic slips from your hand. You take it back... your cue is about to start and you can't...

Someone is singing the lyrics. It’s Ortega. He took the other mic. He gets by your side, singing badly.

What the hell. You join in. You are a cuckoo, and birds are supposed to sing, right?

.................... a few awkward moments later......................

"Wow... we are... terrible. We should probably not do that again" Ortega says laughing

"Hey, we gave it our all," you say drinking from your own glass now. "We should be proud"

"Yep!" he smiles. "Cheers!"

You toast and take some more. You only started drinking but he's clearly going to get drunk tonight if he keeps this up. }

"Also.. thanks for the rescue," you say blushing under your mask.

"It was fun. Maybe we should torture them some more" he gazes at the microphone "But right now... I've got to go to the bathroom" he says "where was it?" he looks a bit lost.

"Come, I'll show you," You say guiding him through the crowd. You wonder how many drinks he had before you got to him.

You take him to the bathroom area and lead him to the door. But he doesn't come in.

Instead, he gets closer to you.

"I... sorry I lied. I don't really need to go"

"Oh?" this is unfamiliar ground. "What is it?"

"I just... wanted to talk to you. Out of that crowd. I know how uncomfortable you get"

"It's true" you admit sheepishly. "So.. I'm here what did you want to talk about?"

"I think... I..." he seems unsure.

"What?"

"I think I'm having a crush"

"Oh? On whom ?"

"A very close and dear friend." He looks into your eyes. You suddenly feel a bit dizzy

"Ahh.. really?"

He takes your hand

"My best friend"

You laugh nervously. "You are drunk"

"Just drunk enough to speak out," he says

He gets closer to you. "Just... tell me I'm wrong... and I'll go" he

You say nothing. He pulls your mask halfway up.

You feel your world spin. Half of you wants to panic. The other half just wants to...

He kisses you. His arms go around your back. Your casted arm gets in the way. You make do.

You can't recall how long did you stay there, kissing him. Being kissed by him.

It seemed to go on forever.

You do know how it ended though.

Riley’s fist on connecting with your left eye.

And not too long after that, Eldritch trying to destroy you all.

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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Petyr Cliffside | The Shadow Chancellor

The top two floors of Kunt Tower in Astorbury are active crime scenes.

There are no signs of forced entry, which baffles the Orange Battalion captain who has been on duty for the past 36 hours in question. “We were obviously on higher alert,” the Captain insists defensively. “And obviously, that was fruitful, because nobody broke in.”

Cliffside gestures pointedly at the corpse of Dunghill Kunt, in true Mind Flayer form in death without a spell to alter his appearance. The tentacles are a sickly orange. “Then what,” Cliffside says through gritted teeth, “happened here??”

The Captain’s arms remain folded across his armored chest when he shrugs. “An inside job, perhaps?” he shrugs. “The Chancellor has many enemies, including those on his own side.” His hard stare lingers on Cliffside’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Cliffside stares back, noting but not verbally addressing the thinly-veiled accusation. “Then can you explain why at least two of your men let somebody into the building?”

“Riiiiiiight, one helpless woman snuck in and killed several people, including the most powerful psionic in the country. Twice,” the Captain scoffs. “Fine, fine. Shrub, Paul, get over here.” He summons two guards posted at the stone door leading to the garbage lift.

They approach, looking more annoyed than professional. Their shift was supposed to end at 10, but whatever the hell happened here has ruined their plans.

“Yes, Captain?” Paul, the taller of the two, asks, his question filled a little bit of bite.

“Describe the lost woman.”

“She was, uh...” Paul struggles to remember. “She was looking for a club? Something about a foam party?” The very distinct window of her shirt, showing a hint of glistening skin...

“What did she look like?” Cliffside asks impatiently.

Paul finds it best to keep his limited observations quiet.

Shrub, with less tact, pipes up. “She was...hot?”

Well, there goes that. “Bro, she WAS,” Paul admits.

“She invited us to a party.”

“She’s waiting for us NOW.”

“Hah, I think she’s waiting for ME —-“

“Gentlemen, please.” Cliffside presses his fingers to his temple, feeling the imminent headache coming on. All of this is an absolute mess.

The Captain, only mildly embarrassed about his men’s antics, waves away Cliffside’s anger. “Sure, say this is the woman that got into the building. You expect me to believe she alone did all of —-this?” He gestures broadly to the entire room, littered with the dead bodies of Bannaruk, Kunt, and Mknaw’l. The tortle shell is badly charred and an acrid burn smell still lingers.

It’s useless to get anything more out of the Captain at this point. Cliffside excuses himself and goes to the top floor. The stone statue doors have been propped open with heavy anvils to ensure continued access as Orange Battalion soldiers file in and out to investigate. Without Kunt’s psionic directives to the statues, it’s unclear how else to keep the doors open, and it’s surprising that this actually works.

On his way through the first room, Cliffside addresses the dwarf statue, animated and quietly thrilled by all of the activity around him.

“You there,” Cliffside barks. “Statue.”

“Uhm, it’s Dwayne,” the statue corrects.

“And Hercules!” the other statue calls from the open, adjacent room. Cliffside turns to see the other animated dwarf statue waving.

“Hey pal, this is my conversation with an outsider, get your own,” Dwayne barks.

“Years of suspense and mystery and I finally get to hear your voice,” Hercules shoots back. “Safe to say I am underwhelmed.”

The headache has definitely manifested and Cliffside wonders how everyone has managed to be so annoying on the same day at the worst possibly time. He crosses to the second room so he can stand between both statues.

Kunt would never give objects names, Cliffside notes. Curious. “Enough, both of you. Tell me about the people that came through here.”

“Why do you wanna know?” Hercules asks with a laugh. The five were an odd bunch, but they were a lot chummier than anyone else who had crossed through and attempted the puzzles. Would it kill some of these adventurers to have a sense of humor? Yeesh.

“Yeah, you gonna kill ‘em or something?” Dwayne jokes.

Cliffside’s expression is dark. “Yes.”

The smile on Dwayne’s face vanishes. It’s unclear if Cliffside notices.

“Remember who you serve,” Cliffside reminds them.

“The big boss man?” Hercules offers in answer, completely ignoring the rhetorical nature of the statement.

“Yeah, didn’t one of you guys —“ Dwayne nods at Cliffside, “— say he was dead?”

Cliffside rolls his eyes. It’s not like these statues could leave this tower and tell everyone the truth of what happened. “Yes, he’s dead. Whatever.”

The statues exchange a look but it’s unclear whether Cliffside catches that too. Hercules shoots a subtle nod across the room and Dwayne seems to consider the question for a moment.

“Uh, four of them I think?” Dwayne finally answers. “Couldn’t see very well.”

“Seriously,” Hercules interjects, “would it kill you to put better lighting in here? I know we are modeled after dwarves, but does that mean that we actually have darkvision?”

Cliffside rolls his eyes. “What did these four look like?” It was like pulling teeth getting information out of anyone today. It was unclear if everyone was hiding something or just simply obtuse. Could have been both, but neither one was appreciated.

“A woman with brown hair. A dwarf. A tall, bald goliath. Another lady with visible bosom. That’s all I got,” Dwayne says with a shrug. He remembers more but omits further details. He omits completely the curly redhead and the fact that the goliath was carrying something extra on the way out. Although this guy here speaks authoritatively, he is NOT the Bossman, and the Bossman left no instructions to answer anyone else truthfully.

Hercules agrees from across the room. The five were probably only joking when they said they would return (maybe not the bosom lady, though, she had a wild sort of sincerity about her that he found himself believing), but they would definitely not return if they were dead as this man wanted them to be.

Cliffside rolls his eyes as he waves off the statues and continues into the final, cavernous room. None of the statues’ descriptions matched anyone from any wanted posters. Maybe the brown-haired woman but that was too vague of a description to go off of.

It was maddening, getting so little information out of everyone in this tower. Cliffside knows there is likely more detail. He kicks himself for not having his own informants in the tower, but remembers that that was made more difficult by the fact that this was Kunt’s private property and was regulated as such. But to have held someone captive on government property would have been even more dangerous. It’s all beside the point now, Cliffside has to remind himself, as the damage has already been done and they can only move forward at this point.

Rihan trots up to Cliffside as he enters the room.

“News of the others?” Cliffside asks.

Rihan knows he is referring to the other nobles in power. “Hiding. Scared. Everything you would expect, especially after the anarchist attack on Zechman’s Estate.” Rihan shrugs. “They know this could have been them if they were here.” Rihan leans in for a whisper. “They are now even more convinced that The Plan should be carried out, some say immediately. Be careful what you wish for.”

Cliffside shakes his head, keeping his voice low. “Not the time yet.” Indeed, not the time, especially when the unrest in the cities was building but could still be undermined. Better to divide and disperse that growing momentum before the final blow, to ensure that everyone stayed down when struck.

“No,” Cliffside says, “best not to let anyone know what happened here. Not until we get control of the situation. As relieved as I am that this bastard is dead, we can’t deny that he has a very loyal following. It is small, but they have taken his influence and words to heart. They will tear our cause apart if we do not secure their loyalty.”

Cliffside looks at the tall metal spikes at the center of the room. The half-elf, the presumed and self-declared guiding hand behind the resistance movement, is gone.

“We don’t want anyone to think the anarchists have bested us,” Cliffside continues. “But we tell them that —“ he considers for a moment, “—tell them their terrorist figurehead is dead. That should fracture some of the support and send the message that we are not to be challenged.”

”But we don’t know that she’s actually dead,” Rihan points out. “Do we want to risk her being seen and reviving any momentum.”

”We will handle that if it arises,” Cliffside says, surveying the debris at the foot of the spikes for anything left behind. Nothing. “And we tell the public that the Chancellor has been removed to an undisclosed location for his safety, in light of the incidents here.”

“And of Mknaw’l, Banarruuk, and the two hags?” Rihan asks.

Cliffside looks down at the bodies of the two hags and considers this for a moment.

“Mknaw’l and Banarruuk have been removed for similar reasons. It will not do to have lost so many influential members of our movement in one fell swoop,” Cliffside says. “But we say the hags were killed in cold blood, targeted for nothing more than their support of a popular figure. That could drum up some sympathy and anger in our favor.”

He looks down at his splinted fingers, healed but still sensitive from his run-in with the half-elf. “Tell the other nobles that we have some work to do,” Cliffside says. “We have to make sure this doesn’t happen to us as well.”

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My Latest Mission... Part 20

Reader (Y/N), Steve, Clint, Warnings: Language. Being a Hydra asset. Anger. Angst. fighting, blood, death. Words: 2466

A/N: Action... action... and oh! Action... Hold on tight ladies and gentlemen, and duck from flying bullets!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - (Part 18 Bonus) - Part 19

"Y/n, look out!" I hear someone scream from a distance, just in time for me to turn around and kick the gun out of the hands of a HYDRA agent. The gun fires and shoots a bullet right beside my head, grazing my ear. Immediately I feel the blood ooze and instinctively my hand reach up and touch it. I growl when I feel the sting from the wound and I glare at the HYDRA agent.

"I'm getting pretty fucking tired of people shooting holes in me!" I yell as I throw myself at him, slightly losing my temper.

The agent, now unarmed, takes a step back when I punch him in the he face, but other than that, he hardly seems fazed by my blow. His eyes are dark with anger and I can practically see the adrenaline radiating off him. Why the hell do HYDRA agents always have to be so damn angry, I think to myself as I duck away from his fist coming right towards me. The gunshots are everywhere and the sound of people fighting is filling the air around me. This was supposed to be an easy mission! I don't know how, but suddenly he is the one with the upper hand. I'm slammed up against the wall, and for a second I feel the air leave my lungs when my back makes contact with the concrete. I try to regain control but the agent is fast and within the blink of an eye, I find myself with both his hands wrapped around my neck. I can feel the air is cut off and it burns my throat as his fingers dig deeper into my skin. His eyes are burning with hatred and suddenly I recognize him as the guard I knocked out in the interrogation room all those many months ago, when Pierce had giving him an almost invisible sign to pull the gun on me. A cruel smirk form on his lips, when he sees my face turn red and the tears form in my eyes from the lack of oxygen. "He said that you would come for her... Imagine my surprise when I saw you leave that jet with those fuckers, fighting alongside them. And imagine my joy, when I realized I could finally have my revenge for what you did to me!" He looks like someone who has lost his mind and the maniac smile on his lips as he talks, tells me that he probably has. "Do you know what they did to me afterwards? Huh? They punished me! They tortured me to the brink of life, because you beat me up, you fucking bitch!" I believe him. There's never been any mercy for those who fail their job at HYDRA. Some sort of punishment will always rain down upon you after. But I can't stay here anymore, if I don't get him off of me, it will end badly! With all my strength I push forward, making the man take a step back and getting my back off the wall. I see his eyes widen and his smile falter when he realizes, that I'm not done fighting yet, but he doesn't have the time to react before my next move. My right foot flies upwards with extreme force, hitting him right in the junk. The second my foot hits, I take both arms in between his and yank them outwards with such a force that he have to let go of my throat. He takes several steps back, which give me the opportunity to turn all the way around as I raise my leg and plant it solid in his chest, sending him flying to the ground several meters away from me. Before either him or I can do anything more, an arrow strikes his chest and make the agent fall back, limp and quiet. I look up to the roof on the other wing of the big factory and see Clint lower his bow and salute me, as he quickly turns around and away from the ledge of the roof, running towards another target. A smile forms on my lips as I slowly shake my head. That cocky son of a... I gently rub my throat and neck, wincing a bit when I feel the sting. That piece of shit has certainly left some marks. As I ready myself to fight again, one of Cap's agents comes over the intercom "... Need help... Split up... Dead... Cap's... Gone..." Something is interfering with the sound, and everything he says is almost covered in static. But I get the main message... Something is wrong and they need help! "I'm coming in!" I yell over the earpiece and throw open the door with my gun raised. Only faintly hearing someone answering and telling me to be careful. I'm running through the empty corridors of the factory looking for anyone from my side, praying they are all alright. When I turn another corner I stop abruptly, as I see Jones standing over a man on the floor with his gun in his hands. When I walk closer I see the man on the floor is one of the shield agents that followed Steve inside. "Jones!" aiming my gun at him I say his name with a warning "What have you done?" The Hydra agent's words repeating in my head "He said that you would come for her..." Jones turns around so fast that he almost trips over the man on the floor, pointing his gun at me. "You!! This is all your fault! If you hadn't run away and hadn't come to the tower, none of this would have happened..." He is visible shaking, and I can't figure out of its anger, adrenaline or because that he's afraid. "Jones, what have you done?" I look to the man on the floor and see he's slightly moving. "ME? I could ask you the same, you fucking bitch!" he shouts and fires his gun at me, missing by far. I cover in the nook of a doorway and peek out to see him walking backwards, with the gun still aimed to where I disappeared. He shoots again when he sees my head peek out, this time the bullet hitting the wall only a few inches from my head. Well, fuck me! "Jones! Don't do this! It's not worth it!" I shout back at him, but he doesn't answer. I wait for a moment expecting him to say something or let his gun answer for him, but nothing happens "Jones!?" still no answer... I slowly slide down the door that I have my back pressed up against, to peek out from a lower level, hopefully not getting a bullet in my brain when I do. But there's nothing. Jones is gone, and the long corridor is empty except for the agent on the floor who is now moving and groaning. I hurry over to him and see that he has a bullet wound in his shoulder, right above the vest that's designed to keep the bullets out of his body. Someone has had to be pretty close to him to shoot him like that. Fuck... Jones has to be the one behind all of this! "Hey, hey... I'll get you out of here! Come on..." I hook his arm over my shoulder and lift. It's at times as this where I'm thankful for the super serum running through my body, because this guy is big and heavy. And yet, here I am dragging his ass out of the building. "You stay awake for me, okay?"I tell him when I feel him slump more and more as we move. His steps become dragging and his head hangs low. I can see a lot of blood oozing out and down his clothes and his skin is pale and cold. At this rate he won't make it, he's losing too much blood. Finally out the door I look around, bodies are scattered over the ground and the sound of fighting is still on but not as loud as before. At first glance I can't see any of my teammates or any HYDRA agents for that matter, so I start to drag the guy out in the open, as I keep telling him to stay awake. Suddenly Aiden comes running. He has blood dripping down his head and dust all over. "Y/n!" he calls my name looking surprised "What the hell happened?"

He grabs the agents other arm and help me move him toward the tree line of the forest. "It's Jones! I think he sold us out!" my voice comes out more panicked than I feel, the adrenaline must have taken its hold on me. "He's completely lost it!" I huff out as I trip over a dead HYDRA agent's leg and almost lose my balance. Aiden doesn't answer, as we are interrupted by shouting "There she is! Get her!" As I turn around I see 3 men from HYDRA come running towards us. "Go! I got him!" Aiden takes a better hold of the guy and starts to run the best that he can, with the deadweight of another person to carry too. I nod and turn around grabbing my combat knife from my thigh holster. Anger flaring up in me, I'm so fucking tired of all these fucking HYDRA jerks, that just doesn't want to leave me the fuck alone. The first Hydra agent to reach me gets a knife handle smacked right in his face. Not much thought behind, just a plain old fashioned whack to the head, with such force that he goes down with no further fighting. The next agent doesn't let me get that close. He's clearly had a lot of training in hand to hand combat and I have a worthy opponent for once. He blocks almost every hit and kick that I do and returns an equal amount. I swing the knife to block a hit from him, causing the blade to slice open his arm, in a long gushing wound. He screams out in pain and grabs a hold of his damaged arm that hangs painlessly limp from his shoulder. The angry growl coming from him gives me just a seconds warning, before his foot comes flying towards me. I try to block it, but his heel hits perfectly on my hand sending the knife flying away from us... Too far away for me to get it. "They should have killed you when the caught you in the snow, you fucking bitch!" he growls as he raise his leg again, no doubt aiming for my head. I did foresee this move though, since his arm is now incapacitated he is depending on his next strongest weapon, his legs. I take a step to the side, catch his leg by the ankle and hold it in one hand. In a swift motion my other hand grabs the top of his foot and with force I push it to the side, feeling more than hearing something inside of it snap. To break the forceful motion I'm causing on his foot, he twist his body to try and follow the way I break it. This gives me the upper hand completely, as I swing my own leg over his and yanking it down on the back of his knee, causing him to drop flat to the ground. My leg stays on his as I push it forward and pin his broken foot behind my knee. Like that, I lock his entire body with mine and I can hit his neck so hard that he will not get up any time soon... If ever! Feeling the limp body under me, I raise just in time to register the third and last agent raise his gun, trying to help his buddy, but too late. I throw myself to the ground and roll away, hearing him pull the trigger and a bullet hits the ground where I just stood. I grab my own, and fire half blinded by my hair, causing me to miss, but at the same causing the agent to duck out of the way and giving me enough time to cover behind a container. I hear the sound of metal against metal as he shoots at me again, but hits the container instead. I count the shots as he fires, and when I've counted his gun empty, I quickly stand up and fire one single shot at him. The surprised look on his face, when a line of blood slowly makes its way down from between his eyes and down over his nose, is almost comical if it wasn't so tragic. He too falls lifeless to the ground. Gunshots are heard around me, and I slump down behind the container again, taking a deep breath, feeling the sting in my throat from earlier. Once again I ask myself, what the hell I have ever done to deserve this. I lean my head up against the cold metal and close my eyes for a second.

I'm getting too old for this shit! I chuckle to myself as I think this. Of course I'm too old, on almost fucking 100 years old! The factory door opens, and out step Sergeant Bishop, Jones and... And Lilly! She's alive, and they found her! I stand up, holding my gun tightly, the knuckles turning white when I see, that they are the only ones coming out. Where's Steve? Where are the rest of the agents? Suddenly a shot is heard from somewhere behind me, and I watch as Jones' head snap back the second the bullet enters his brain. I take a step forward, watching in utter surprise the scene that is happening before me, reacting without thinking.

My movements catch the eyes of Lilly. I can see on her face that she recognizes me, and I can read on her lips that she says my name, relief washing over her. I watch as she pries herself from the Sergeant and starts to first walk, then slowly speeding up to run towards me. "Lilly, no!" I shout and hold my hands up to make her stop. She does and her eyes widen in what I first think is surprise, but then I realize is horror... The sound of a gunshot overpowers all senses in my body, as it rings out over the large courtyard. Everything else seems quiet, as if the shot is the only thing that's heard.

I don't even hear my own voice as I scream "LILLYYYY!!" Lilly's frightened eyes that are staring at me go blank and in the time it takes a heart to beat, hers stops forever. She falls to the ground, never to get back up...

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VII – Amaya

Amaya is standing on the deck of her ship, looking out towards the unattainable horizon and how beautifully the ocean glitters under the sun as it stretches towards it. She’s already accounted for all the preparations for the journey the night before. Supplies and cargo have been stocked and double checked. Their route and tight schedule were planned well in advance. Each member of her crew knew their duties and her expectations, as captain, of them well. It would be another smooth trip, like countless others. With all of her responsibilities fulfilled, Amaya takes the time to lean against the railing and take in this sight she never tires of. She glances at her wristwatch, keeping an eye on the time. She doesn’t intend to wait on her colleague; if he chooses to be late, he’ll have to chase after them in a rowboat or something equally humiliating.

She’s almost disappointed when she sees a familiar figure lean against the railing with her. They say nothing for a moment. He doesn’t bother asking if everything is set, knowing and trusting that there is no need to insult her like that. Instead, they enjoy the last few quiet moments of the day before they set to work. He likely has paperwork to sort through, contracts to prepare, and other business things she doesn’t care for. She will be busy with the crew as they leave the harbour. Afterwards, there’ll almost certainly be numbers for her to run before she can shove the rest of the accounting details and shit to him. Her day will be a busy, productive one and the fact pleases her.

It is, of course, this happy thought he chooses to interrupt.

“Could you perhaps be a little gentler with my wife?”

“Not married yet. Maybe I’ll consider it after the wedding.”

“Jealous?”

Amaya laughs, wholly amused and unbothered, when she says, “You wish.”

She pushes herself away from the railing and shifts to walk away when she sees him turns towards her. His hands hover in the air for a moment and she nods, allowing him to snag her waist and tug her closer. He looks at her critically, eyes narrowed against the sun and the sea like the rest of them. Already, she can see the refined grease he oils himself in washing away. Jerking his chin towards the shore, he asks, “How’s that old bastard?”

“Fine. Why?”

“Anyone see you?”

“I’m not stupid.”

He pauses before responding, heavy intent pooling into his eyes and tone, “I know.”

Amaya rolls her eyes. He should know better than to think flattery would move her, unless huffing that much perfume is actually rotting away his common sense. “Wish I could say the same.”

His upper lip rises in a snarl, eyes spitting, before he leans into her space, ready to lash out. Her lips quirk. He sees and catches himself rising to her bait as he always does. For a woman who still has a lingering wariness of the violence that follows enraged men, Amaya has always enjoyed agitating him up close, guard down. She thinks she will never tire of it, so long as she can provoke a reaction like the first one.

They reach their destination soon enough. Taman slows to a stop in front of yet another large, white house, with yet another sloping, beautiful lawn, and yet another bubbling, cheerful fountain. He spares her a glance but remains impassive; she remains where she is, watchful, a few steps away. It isn’t very long before a man, no older than she is, strolls out of the house, trampling over the lawn as he stumbles towards them. He is pale as he is blonde, his smile flashes, roughish and cheeky, on his soft face in the flow of the lights from the house. By the time he reaches them, his face is shadowed by the dim lights and she catches a whiff of alcohol beneath his cologne. She is unsteady enough to think about walking away but is too prideful to do nothing but stare threateningly at the stranger.

“Tom!” he calls out, exuberant and pose, “You’re late, my good fellow.”

Amaya arches an eyebrow at the name and endearment. It doesn’t stop Taman from smiling genially, apologetically at the man. It’s only then does Amaya notice the clean, fitted clothes Taman is wearing, his sleeves rolled up to let a silver bracelet and gold ring glint in the distant light, his slouched, casual posture. “I’m so sorry Mr. MacKay. I was unfortunately help up getting your order; I wanted to make sure it was correct.” The man, Mr. MacKay, doesn’t seem to notice the oil dripping off of Taman’s deferential words and stance, seems to preen in the face of it.

“No worries, no worries. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.” The wink he gives does not underlay the authority in his words.

The arrogance she knows is pitted, deep and ugly, in Taman’s chest remains hidden as he hands over the package, still smiling, all while exclaiming, “Of course not sir!”

The man’s round face lights up at the package, grasping it as he fumbles out money in his other hand. “Excellent, here you are then.” His fingers are digging greedily into the plain brown paper wrapping, his feet already turning back towards the house when he seems to remember something. “Tom! You should come in and join the party; we’ve missed your company.” It’s only then that he catches her eye. He looks at her with distant, boyish interest as he tags on, “And of course, your friend is welcome as well. Is she a sister or something of yours? I know quite a few ladies and gentlemen inside that would be disappointed to know otherwise.”

Taman responds with a filthy grin when he says, “Let them know I miss them too. We gotta get going but thanks.” Amaya knows as surely as she knows the ebb and flow of the tide that Taman gives nothing freely, even if he might take pleasure in the transaction. For a moment, she wonders at these people, at why they might be willing to pay to fall into bed and subject themselves to this grimy, fake persona. She wonders if anyone in that house might be able to pick up on Taman’s deceit and simply care not, if they’re at all disgusted by the grease he lathers himself in for them. She thinks, perhaps, that they’ve all been swimming in that thick, cloying oil since birth and know no better.

The man laughs jovially as he eyes her. “Alright. I’ll let them know they might have some competition, lest someone else can steal her from you.”

Amaya’s skin prickles. Her panic is in an arm’s reach and so she turns and walks away before it can pull her under for the second time that night. She trains her attention on her steps, keeping them measured and punctuated by the clip of her heel meeting the smooth pavement. She hears distant chuckling from both men and a few words she no longer cares to listen to. That there is no snarl accompanying her lack of subservience helps soothe the itching of her skin. She feels Taman walking adjacent to her before too long and is bitter that he snaps at her before she can.

“Couldn’t handle one more minute before storming off like a child?” His tone is hard and sour as an unripe lemon.

“Who is that to me? Don’t take me again.”

“Can’t take the ribbing of a man that pathetic?”

“Shut the fuck up. Not all of us rely on the whims of addicts and sex starved whores.”

He cuts in front of her and leans into her space, a sneer painted on his lips. His ego has finally reared its ugly head. “I am not reliant. I have the foresight to get so much father than any of you near-sighted asshats. I’m playing the long game. What will you do other than run to the sea to escape every miserable part of your life?”

She shoves him away and spits, “Be free and happy.”

He scoffs. “Really? As free and happy as you are now?” he asks, haughty as ever. She wants so badly to break his nose.

Instead, she turns and continues walking. She thinks about what he says and she is bitter with the realization that she is not steady and solid as she needs to be. She’s too skittish and unstable now; there is no living independently as a woman with this kind of blatant fear. Long minutes pass with nothing but the sound of their footsteps falling together. Finally, she sighs and says, “What are you then? A dealer, a prostitute?”

She watches his lips purse, enjoying that she can get this rise out of him, even as he knows it. “A businessman.”

It’s so petulant and defensive, she almost smiles. “Do tell, what are your wares?”

“If you want any, you could just let me know. I wouldn’t have you pay for at least some of it.”

The suggestion is clear in his voice and it makes her stiffen. She catches his eye and knows his intention. She scowls. “You’re disgusting when you act like that.” He knows precisely what she means. “One day, I will be wealthy enough not to be so pliant. I will be a legitimate and real, a merchant.”

“You’ll have to behave like that, like them, always then.”

He shrugs. “If that’s the price to be paid to finally be treated as a I should, I’ll be happy to pay it.”

“Won’t they remember your days as a businessman?”

He shifts his gaze sideways to her and smiles, shark-like. “Not if they don’t want to be known as addicts and sex-starved whores. I know things they can’t risk getting out; it’s why they try so hard to stay in my good favour, even as I am now with no prestige attached.” She’s nodding in response but is stopped short when he says, “You cannot live your life like that, reacting to any man leering at you. It’ll make you run into an early grave. I didn’t slit his throat just so that you can join him in the ground so quickly.”

She sighs, tired and not angry like she wants to be. She has nothing to say for there is nothing to be done.

The rest of the walk passes in silence, comfortable instead of charged now. It’s the early hours of the morning by the time they reach her hut, not a soul to see them return. Her hand is on the door when she turns back and looks at Taman. “Let me come with you sometimes. I’ll play nice as you want and get used to it.”

He arches an eyebrow and says, “Sure.”

Amaya gives him a smug smile, one that shows off her gleaming teeth and amusement. “Never change Taman.”

He pulls her closer, letting her keep that smile for only a moment before kissing her hard and fast. “No use in changing when there’s nothing left to improve on.”

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HP Cursed Child

You know something that really sucks? Many people have experienced feeling like you're the only one in a fandom. What's worse is being the only one who like a certain part of a fandom.

When you read or watch something in the fandom that was created years later, a show, movie, book, whatever, and you absolutely love it. There are things you're not particularly a fan of but that was even true of the original.

And then you find out that your entire fandom hates everything about it.

I've been feeling depressed lately and I'm novelizing Harry Potter and the Cursed Child for my family, who don't like to read plays (we're American so it's never been performed here than I know of). I started feeling drained and bored so I looked it up here on tumblr to see some of the memes and connections that the rest of the fandom might have come up with.

And I find out that so many things I loved about it, everyone else hated.

I'm gonna vent about this for a minute. I'm not going to cover nearly everything and I do acknowledge that yeah, the play doesn't have nearly the same feel as the books did. But neither did the movies, okay? Give them a break, it had been years, JK only had so much say over the actual writing. The basic story was hers but Jack Thorne's to blame for the iffy writing style - plus, in play format, it's really hard to actually see the expressions and the feelings behind everything the people are saying. It takes a lot of reading between the lines, and I feel like most people that hate it just took it all at face value. That said, I'd appreciate it if anyone who disagrees with me would please just make your own posts about it and refrain from contacting me. I've read enough hate rants.

One big pet peeve: Everyone seems to think that Snape is out of character. WELL OF COURSE HE'S OUT OF CHARACTER. IT'S AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT TIMELINE. Yes, it's implied that time only changed from Goblet of Fire onward, but Snape even directly *says* "One person. All it takes is one person. I couldn't save Harry for Lily. So now I give my allegiance to the cause she believed in. And it's possible - that along the way I started believing in it myself." So yes, he's out of character compared to the original books. BUT IN THE ORIGINAL BOOKS, HARRY DIDN'T DIE (permanently, or before Snape). This was a life-changing event for him. And so I really don't think that his basic personality was changed too badly, with that considered. Yeah he seemed weirdly close to Hermione and Ron, but he's been literally alone with only them to depend on for years at this point. You just can't continue to hate someone when you're in a situation like that.

Harry's shouting at Albus "I wish you weren't my son". Now I'm not saying I loved this part - I really didn't. But, everyone yells about how Harry would NEVER do this because he'd NEVER let his kids feel like he did. Guys, he lived under Vernon Dursley's roof for sixteen years. He was already stressed, tired, and upset. He even explains later that he was having trouble articulating what he really meant and that in his anger those words were all he could manage. Yes, he made a mistake. And yeah he screwed up big time and there's no excuse. But I do NOT think this is evidence of Harry bullying Albus or acting horribly out of character. Even in the books we saw that Harry could be insensitive sometimes if he was stressed or distracted.

Albus being in Slytherin and how he's treated after that. Alright - who came up with this crap about him being treated as an outsider or a pariah by his own family? Yeah, there were cruel kids at his school. But Harry fully supported him. His screwup was telling Albus that he'd get to choose his House. The Hat wasn't sure about Harry - it was sure about Albus, and so he went to Slytherin despite what he wanted. Still, Harry comforted him, Harry and Ginny never stopped supporting him. Lily Luna wasn't in the play much so we didn't really see her reaction. Rose got in her fight with him over SCORPIUS, not his Hogwarts House. Now James - he was a bully, but honestly, as the third of four kids, both older ones brothers, he's actually a painfully accurate portrayal. He's honestly way nicer than my brothers would've been - all he did was tease in words and ignore Albus.

There's complaints that they were just trying to make Harry as little like Harry as possible. Well of course they were. James was a mix of Harry and his namesakes through and through - of course Albus took after the Weasleys' side. I do have to admit that making him so spectacularly bad at Quidditch was a bit much, but it wasn't a big plot point, and honestly how else were they to show how different he was in the very little time they had? Quidditch was unnecessary for the plot and so it was exploited. I'm not a huge fan of how they handled it, but it wasn't horrible.

I've seen a couple complaints about how Albus doesn't seem like he fits in Slytherin, and how Scorpius' personality seems to be flatly based on breaking the Slytherin mold. Well ladies and gentlemen I have a harsh reminder for the lot of you.

HOGWARTS HOUSES ARE DETERMINED BY THE TRAITS YOU VALUE NOT THOSE THAT YOU POSSESS.

This is why bookish Hermione who seemed like a Ravenclaw went to Gryffindor - because in reality she valued bravery, chivalry, selflessness over her books. "There are more important things!" This is why gentle, hardworking, loyal Neville went to Gryffindor in favor of Hufflepuff. This is why cunning (if a bit stupid at times), Parseltongue, survivor Harry went to Gryffindor over Slytherin. Because the Hat was confused by Riddle's presence in him, and Harry's real values rested with Gryffindor, like Ron's.

Albus clearly isn't impressed by his father's bravery and selflessness. He's grown up hearing stories about how great his dad is and he's just tired of it. What kid wouldn't be sick of being told oh your dad's so great he's amazing can I meet him. Being side-glanced and pushed aside when they realize he's not like his dad. Albus grew up with Harry, he knows how much of a reckless dork that Harry can be, about all Harry's dumb little quirks that endear him to a reader but are so, so different than the stories the wizards tell of his heroism. So of course Albus is more intrigued by Ginny's intelligence and the way she survived, how resourceful and clever she is - things that are Slytherin traits, not Gryffindor. And yeah, intelligence and cleverness are Ravenclaw traits too, but really, each House is a mix of other Houses. The lines aren't perfectly clear. Slytherin is Ravenclaw and Gryffindor in one. Hufflepuff is Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor is Slythern and Hufflepuff. And Ravenclaw is Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Long story short, it makes perfect sense that Albus is in Slytherin.

Now let me start on taking apart why Scorpius is actually written very well. This is a child who grew up knowing his grandfather loathed his existence. His mother was chronically ill since at least his first year at Hogwarts. He has a father who was bullied and coerced into becoming a Death Eater like his parents, but who married a Muggle-born and tried his hardest not to be like Lucius. Draco is shown on numerous occasions to care deeply for Scorpius. After Harry tries to keep Albus and Scorpius apart - which I'll get to in a minute - Draco comes to him, even still being furious with him, with this line "I'm not here to antagonize you. But my son is in tears and I am his father and so I am here to ask why you would keep apart two good friends." He didn't hear this from a teacher. This says to me that Draco sits there and actively listens to Scorpius and is there as a shoulder to cry on. He will do ANYTHING for Scorpius. So of COURSE Scorpius isn't as bitter and cynical as the previous Slytherins we're shown. However, he also did grow up with Astoria and Draco, both of whom were SLYTHERINS (anyone who says there were only pure blood Slytherins can fight me). He grew up knowing the stigma against his family's usual Hogwarts House and against his family itself. Draco and Astoria would know that and I feel they would've tried to prepare him for that. Scorpius is clever, he's resourceful, and no he's not your typical Slytherin, but he knows how well those values will serve him as a Malfoy.

Harry trying to keep them apart. Okay. Yeah. That sucked and the first time I read it I thought it was completely out of character. But then I read it again. Harry was stressed, upset, he'd just been told there was a curse around his kid. He's still prejudiced against the Malfoys because of his childhood rivalry with Draco. He's frustrated, he knows Scorpius was involved in how and why his son went missing, and Harry, for all his good points, is very impulsive and simultaneously very stubborn. We saw in how he treated Snape during the original books that he jumps to conclusions about people. Of the Golden Trio we saw Harry jumping to conclusions, Ron generally having to think a little longer but backing him up, and Hermione holding out until she was sure. So when Harry panicked over Albus' fate, and Scorpius was there as an easy scapegoat, of course he picked the Malfoy to blame. It isn't as if he and Draco have patched things up.

This is ridiculously long now and I'm tired and upset and depressed, so I'm gonna end it here. If anybody wants my thoughts on anything else in the play, or my response to any other opinion, shoot me a polite ask and I'll post it later.

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