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theaspen · 2 months

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summary : Jay seems to keep appearing in your alternate nightmares. He acts as your night in shining armor, always helping you in your sleep. But when you try to stop the nightmares altogether he doesn't like it.

Genre : Thriller, angst.

pairing : Jay x you

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, death and suicide. If you are sensitive to these subjects please don't read!!

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Authors note: It's honestly SO embarrassing that I'm posting this now LMAOAOAOA.

Uhm. I'm sorry. I hope you guys enjoy and leave some nice comments or feedback or anything tbh. And send me an ask, or comment below to be added to the tag list.

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Are you sure?” My uncle asks sceptically.

“Yes I'm sure.” I tell him firmly.

This is the 10th time he's asked me this question today alone. What's a therapist gonna do? Besides, I'm sick of him pretending to care.

“Uncle, I'm not really sure why you're so insistent on this. Is it because the press is outside? They want to interview you?”

It's a sharp dig at him and I know it. He's never cared about his own brother, never visited.

He scowls at me, “Careful, might I have to remind you that it isn't your father that's taking care of you, putting you in the best room with the best doctors.”

I glare at him as he walks away from the room. Well atleast the pathetic nice act is gone.

Kyungsoo enters my room soon again, throwing a careful glance at my uncle. He was a big shot after all. With his more than successful firm.

“You good?” He asks.

“Yeah, um I think I'll just go for a walk.” I tell him rather shortly.

“Sure.” He says quietly, probably assuming I had an argument.

But truth be told, I'm avoiding him. I'm getting attached to someone who's just tolerating me for their job. It's not his fault I know but I can't get attached to those who won't stay once I'm up and gone.

My mind goes to Jay for a tiny second. Hm. Maybe I should talk to a therapist. The dreams stopped for two days and usually I would be overjoyed at the idea of not just one but two full nights rest.

But I woke up feeling uneasy, I made a promise to Jay, someone who exists only in my head. But I made a promise nevertheless.

There are so many things I want to ask him, so many.

Why do I have no dreams? Why is it that I only ever have a blackout or nightmares?

Why is he saving me?

I know I shouldn't, but my curiosity has gotten the better of me. I look down at my fisted hands and open them. There are two sleeping pills, I stole it from a nurse's bag when she wasn't looking.

Sleeping pills and I aren't the best of friends. Sure they help me not have a meltdown from not being able to sleep for almost 20 hours but they also give me the worst types of nightmares. Which right now happens to be something that I need.

“Goodnight.”Kyungsoo tries to smile at me.

I meekly smile back , eager to down the pills and meet the one person who actually wants me to stay.

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The pills go down my throat ten minutes later. The small light creates a shadow of me in front. The shadows shift, turning and twisting and I watch fascinated as they give a performance for me.

I'm not afraid, a part of my brain thinks. What are the shadows going to do? They've been with me forever. Taunting me, trying to manipulate me. I've never given into any of their tricks. I've never trusted them.

But when I'm all alone now, in a tiny closet peeking out from the hole and watching the shadows linger my heart picks up its beat.

They come and they disappear again and again. I look through the tiny peep the closet gives and realise soon as they go behind every nook and creek that they are looking for none other than me.

My hands reach out to clasp my mouth shut. My body folds itself as small as it can possibly go. Will the shadows think to look here too?

I shut my eyes forcefully. My other senses heightened until I could feel everything around me. The musty smell of the closet, my fingernails digging into themselves. My feet numb, paralyzed.

My breathing becomes slower, my arms start to unclench. I think they're gone. I think I can get out now. Escape to a place where they can't catch me.

Before I know it, before I can even pull my hands away from myself. There's a strange hiss that comes inches away from me. A hand grabs my ankle and pulls me hard enough that I don't have time to scream.

My head bangs against the hard wooden doors as I'm being pulled away. The impact is so hard that I can only clutch my head and groan as the hands keep pulling me away, dragging me on the rough wooden floors.

The splinters catch on clothes and skin. My chin is bleeding, but I can't even stop. Can't even catch a hold of myself as I try to catch myself breathlessly.

There's a sharp turn to the right, and that's when I know that the shadows aren't just pulling me along aimlessly , they have a destination in mind.

My eyes scan around desperately trying to catch hold of something to stop.

Just then, a hand- a solid, real and warm hand catches me. A sudden stop to the journey.

I know who it is before I can even look up. I clasp my hands with his. The shadows aren't pleased, they hiss and linger around My ankles.

But when his hand keeps tugging me in, the shadows start to dissolve, materialise into nothing, losing their power.

Jay's hands pull me again, even when the shadows disappear, he doesn't let go and I don't either.

When I gain a little strength into my limbs I finally pull away from the embrace. I look into his eyes, they are wide and scared, maybe even more than mine.

“Thank yo-”

“Why didn't you come?? You made a promise and you leave me all alone here?!” Jay yells angrily.

I pull away completely. I was happy to finally see him again, but seeing his bloodshot face. The look of absolute rage in his eyes makes me stop. Brings the familiar uneasy feeling back into my stomach.

“I'm sorry.” I mumble.

Jay looks at my crestfallen face, and immediately his face softens.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you. I was just scared you left forever.” He says softly, “You're hurt a lot this time. Come here, let's clean you up.”

He rips off a piece of his sleeves and starts dabbing it on my wounds.

His reassuring words don't chase away the moths in my stomach.

“Jay..do you think I should see a therapist?”

Jay frowns at my words, “A therapist? What's that?” He asks curiously.

“Umm. It's someone who helps you with your problems, like stress, anxiety…nightmares.”

Jay stiffens upon that. His hand paused on my chin.

“But why…? I can save you. I save you every time.”

I shake my head,

“I can save you again, you won't even have to get hurt next time. Just trust me. That's all you need to do!”

I take his hands in mine, his eyes are trembling,

“What happens when you can't?”

“..what”

“What happens when one day you can't save me? I can wake up, but what about you? What if something happens to you instead?”

He shakes his head intently, “I don't care, I only exist because of you. If you're gone, then I'm alone again, I have no purpose.”

I stay silent at that, avoiding his eyes.

The world around me seems to shift again, faster than it did before.

“I think I'm waking up now.”

“Yeah.”

“Can't you…can't you appear in my dreams too? Not just nightmares?”

“I don't know.”

I can feel my resolve slipping at the sight of his tired face. He looks my age, but at this moment his face seems to have gone through a millenia worth of sadness.

“I'll come back okay?”

Jay just nodded. His fingers slip away from mine as he watches me disappear again. I never stay for long. He wonders whether it's because I can't or I don't want to.

Jay fidgets with his fingers even after I'm gone.

He thinks long and hard about how he could make me stay. Every time I've left, it's only because he saved me.

What happens when he makes me believe that she can't escape the nightmare anymore?

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Taglist : @sunjaylove @ryejigyu @keikeu

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chatadile2 · 11 months

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Hi! Would you be willing to share anything more about your sidestep? 👀 no pressure, of course, but I’d love to hear more about them!

Hihi, yee don't mind don't mind, thank you for the ask and the interest in her!

One thing before I do tho, that this might change later on mattering from how the next 2 books will be when they come out (not like I'm gonna really remember my choices, so probably will replay and deviate from how I did originally in most things), but overall it shouldn't really, just wanna let my Sidestep actually have a happy life after what happened and be able to heal <:D

Also this is going to be long from what I have written so far, way more than I expected, but hope it's alr :D

(It probably has spoilers in there, but tried to not say too much to make sure anyone reading won't be getting the full picture, till they get there. Also edited it, so it has a cut, cause realised that it might take up more space in searches than I want it to)

-Her name is Tiaxy Draconic (based on my sona since I like to have her in any kind of interactive book story to see what can happen with her and to enjoy the story a bit more personally), a gal with white skin, longer braided blond hair and green eyes, who is a seasoned tech-savy tactician, that becomes very conflicted by the events retribution towards her own self, her villain persona, puppet, life and emotions overall making things more complicated than ever,

-Big sweet toothed telepath, favourite sweet specifically is cheescake!

-Her villain name is Tiamat, based on the goddess and looks somewhat like what they designed for her in the game Smite (Overall my sona herself is connected in a way to the goddess in her own lore outside of the books, so seemed most fitting to make it her villain self's armor), but made to fit the story a bit better, other than with the armor having an expressive face on the helmet, which can show her emotions well enough when she wants it to that can be controlled with cams inside the head aimed at her face and with through the ui. The armor itself wouldn't be exactly like the book describes, being apart, but together, like the power armor in fallout (much more to my liking for what I'm imagining an armor of hers is). It's in the terrifying category with speed, jet boost and telepathy enhancing, helping to keep the "no hit record" alive and well enough that she only got hit majorly once, she isn't planning to get hit majorly anymore even if the armor can take it,

-Main motivation as a villain is justice and truth on the other side and she is an anarchist in the 1st playthrough, mattering from which I like, might switch to another (not really into the politics, but doesn't mean I didn't like punting a guy in one of the later missions tho),

-Her base is an abandoned office building (or whatever it was, can't remember the exact name atm), she refurbished it enough to live there, making sure her armor is close enough by for easy access, old apartment wasn't bad though, she lived well enough, manipulating rich peeps to give her their money, funding her life easily, puppet stayed above the apartment after she moved though,

-As a villain, she isn't trying to kill anyone, atleast any civilians (anyone else will get punted if they are in the way), knows they aren't the problem and tries to show the truth to them and to overall everyone, trying to plant doupt where it needs to be present, even if it's naive at that time, her goals are overall heroic rather than villanious,

-She might pretend a lot, masking as she had always done in fear of being seen and recognised, she is trying/starting to be more positive and genuine towards the end, not by much, but it's way bigger difference then in rebirth with her being very antisocial, it might bite her later though, like before, but hopefully can get out of trouble in the next books,

-Says she doesn't want to keep her friends, yet does, doesn't wanna interact with them, yet does and runs into them by accident a lot, doesn't want to love anyone, yet again does and says things she says she didn't actually want and why did she even do so, for example, she agreed to get together with Herald when she didn't exactly plan to, surpising even her own self and ofc making Herald very happy (he is too much of a positive influence on her, both physical and mental, and she couldn't say no, even tho she thinks she wanted to, she didn't, she can't deny it >:]),

-She overall knows something is wrong with her, broken (literally, yknow yknow when), and instead of keeping the destructive habits, tries to get herself together proper and tries to heal, as well as her own self allows and is able of course, and even tries to accept herself somewhat even if it's very hard, she agreed to see the therapist too by Ortega's wishes and recommendation in rebirth and didn't push them away too much in retri, didn't reveal too much either, but wasn't overall hostile, so didn't really regret it that much compared to when she agreed to it and said it helped some,

-Nightmares are still plenty regardless of change (which I hope will change later and she actually can get sleep, cause my god she needs it, every sidestep needs to have a good night sleep),

-As mentioned, she is starting to accept herself, so she is starting to use her puppet a bit less after 2 years and deciding to start going by herself more to wherever she needs to be or mainly in armor rather most of the time though,

-Speaking of the puppet, his name is Jake a white skinned, green eyed, black and green wild haired guy, who got together with Ortega in rebirth and are eternally flirting in retri, which is still the case by the end,

-Puppet met Ortega while boxing, getting some emotions out, they train whenever they can,

-As herself, she became Herald's coach, which was the extent she wanted the connection be, but things took a turn for possibly better than expected,

-Became even more friendly friends by retri with Steel, Ortega, Herald (ofc, who wouldn't) and Mortum through her puppet (broke my heart through the first playthrough tho of retri when Tia gave him the gun as herself and decided it's as good as of a time to tell him something very important [I never regretted anything more in my life, physical and mental damage irl that I didn't think was possible ;-;], hoping tho that it won't bite me later and actually be agood thing),

-Since she unintentionally (def intentionally, even if she doesn't realise) got closer with most of the rangers (other than Argent, they are netrual since rebirth), they all noticed something up with her and always ask "are you okay?", which she at the 4th time was like "why is everyone keep asking me this???", which was honestly pretty funny, getting asked so many times if she is, ofc she isn't, but she won't gonna say it just yet (she did admit it a bit though, with Ortega in rebirth, he did recommend the therapist for a reason),

-Spoon is still the best thing that happened interms of animal interactions, she enjoyed her time with Steel there a ton,

-Would absolutelly be a cat person, if she didn't know better, wouldn't mind a dog either (she needs a therapy dog by the end, I swear, hoping and praying here [even if that doesn't happen, rat king might be better for that purpose for Sidestep specifically]),

-Other than the rangers and a select few, she isn't fond of people regardless of how much change she goes through, that won't change, antisocial all the wayyy babbbyyyy other than friends ofc,

-Compared to rebirth, she calmed down a lot more from the high of her villain self's deput, still that doesn't mean she isn't excited to go and be the villain whenever the time comes, that's still exciting regardless, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have her doubts about wether or not it is truly the right path she decided upon after everything,

-Likes rainy days and water overall. Likes to just watch rainfall from her room, esp likes it when it pours. It's somehow pretty terapeutic just watching and listening to the rain fall. Whenever she is able, she does go to the beach to listen to the waves,

-Likes to wear an almost fully black coat, which is just a very dark shade of blue, likes the fact it is long and almost reach the ground, under it a light blue shirt, with long dark purple pants and formal-ish shoes that are made to make sure she can walk on wet and otherwise problematic surfaces without any trouble, and she wears white gloves.

And I think that's it atm, can't remember more from the top of my head and I think this is plenty for now anyways, I wrote down a lot more than I expected to have! Hopefully this can give a bit more inside into my darling Sidestep, since I'm an artist, I might even draw them depending on if I can stick with what I'm drawing and not just put it on the shelf for later, yknow yknow gjjfj.

Again, thank you for the interest in my gal! If you have anymore questions about her that are more specific and not answered here, just lmk! I don't mind talking about it and aswering, I rather enjoy doing so :]

#Asks #fallen hero #fallen hero retribution #fallen hero rebirth #sidestep #Oc Tiaxy

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cowboyx2 · 3 years

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just thinking abt the fact that c!tommy doesn’t like armor while c!tubbo always atleast tries to wear full netherite. i think that really shows the difference on how they’ve been affected by their time on smp

tubbo doesn’t show his emotions and gets seen as apathetic whilst tommy speaks his mind and is seen as “too much”. tommy LIVED nonstop in pogtopia and stuck by wilbur til the very end. tubbo was a spy in manberg, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. they’ve both been through so much, some together like the disc war, some apart.

tubbo and tommy have a fuck ton of differences that i think go over looked. both have been THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT but i think manburg v. pogtopia really highlights why their responses are so different.

wilbur’s whole thing is “sticking it to the man”, don’t let them take your freedom. tommy grew up being told to speak out, to not let whoever it was take away his liberty. he was already loud, bold and hotheaded but on top of that he was taught to not let people take that away from him. that doesn’t mean it didn’t affect him when people talked down to him, told him he was “too much” but it even when that happens it’s literally instilled into him to not give up.

tubbo was taught both under schlatt and wilbur. unlike tommy he was treated as a yes man by wilbur and was schlatts “right hand man”. he was a spy and even when he was angry at what schlatt was doing, what he’d done, he couldn’t speak out. he had to be the perfect yes man to schlatt just like he was to wilbur. tubbo was taught by himself, wilbur and schlatt to hide his emotions. schlatt thought it was weak, wilbur thought he was out of line, tubbo had to learn if he was going to make it. there was no place to be bold and hotheaded, every move had to be calculated, no place for error. there’s no time for failure in the spot he’s in

so tubbo wears armor and tommy doesn’t. tommy isn’t allowed to give up and tubbo can’t make a mistake. tubbo can’t show his emotions or speak his mind if he wants to make it, tommy has to be bold, has to speak his mind if he wants to make it. tommy’s impulsive, tubbo’s calculated. one wears armor, one doesn’t.

they both went into the dream smp, l’manburg, together as these two clueless and hopeful kids. now they’ve had to grow up too fast and adjust in any way possible to keep going.

you have to adapt if you wanna stay in the game, right?

#tubbo #tommyinnit #clingy duo #clingyblr #dsmp #dream smp #schlatt #wilbur soot #long post

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Can you do the bad batch having to tell reader to take a binder break

Yes you can! I had to do some research first and find effects of wearing a binder for someone who wears one to wrong, reading some of them. I hope whoever binds, binds safely

I was also thinking, maybe I do other ones like she transitioning into a they, or a he. Maybe the batch getting use to that, I have to do research to do these because I dont want to get anything wrong, so if you'd guys likes to help, I'd gladly take it.

Reader: Female

Safety First| The Bad Batch

Y/n took cover besides Crosshair.

"So this is what happens when we try and save your ass huh?!" Y/n laughed as Crosshair chuckled.

"Wow I really missed your bantering!" Tech shouted over the blaster fire, across the way taking his own cover.

Y/n laughed happily, "Get in here!" Echo argued through the comn link he had started the ship up.

Y/n covered the group of men and child as she fired at the soilders, rushing back she tried to make it to the ship but was shot in the shoulder.

"Y/n!"

Wrecker rushed forward grabbing her as the men covered the two, they making it into the ship as she was set on a chair.

"Tech, Echo! get us out of here!" Hunter demanded.

"Im working on it!" Tech argued.

Crosshair with the help of Wrecker moved Y/n to the back to assest her wound.

Within a matter of mintues Tech was shouted something about Hyperspace and there was a large sigh of relief from the cockpit.

They set Y/n down, both Crosshair and Wrecker removing her armor as easy as possible, but tried to be quick.

Stripping her down to her blacks Crosshair delicately removed her shirt.

"Hey you upgraded since last time." Crosshair comented on her binder as she laughed in pain as he put an anti-bac injection in her arm along with a morphine injection.

"Not helping."

"Sorry."

The others made there way in the back.

Tech pushing past the group and kneeling infront of her.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Omega questioned as Hunter nodded.

"She'll be fine." Hunter told her.

"Hey kid." Wrecker spoke, "Lula might make her feel better."

Omega nodded rushing off to get the doll with Wrecker.

"We'll have to take this off to do a full inspection for precaution." Tech spoke as Crosshair sat next to her, "I can see part of this scar from last time is also healing over well."

"Nothing new." Y/n spoke as Tech asked Hunter to go get something from his bunk.

Y/n took off the binder as she leaned back, Tech inspecting the scar that went down the center of her chest.

"Did I put that on you?" Crosshair asked.

"No." Y/n responded.

"Oh." Crosshair spoke, "good...good."

Y/n nodded as Tech was looking for bandages, Echo handed them to him as he looked back at her.

"Atleast blaster fire usually cartirizes the area on contact..." Tech contuined to ramble as Echo found himself staring at her.

Well not at her, but her scars. She was prone to getting hurt and it wasnt uncommon that Echo or one of the guys patched her up. Omega had even put a pink bandaid on her head happy she had helped.

But last time she had been injured Echo took over most of the treatment, he may have only had one hand but had the steadiest of hands out of them all- besides Crosshair, but the clone had been busy shooting at them during that mission.

"Here, your data pad." Hunter spoke handing it to Tech.

Echo watched as she rubbed her non injured shoulder in discomfort.

"It looks like this opened up again." Tech responded looking at another cut, his hand holding her wrist, two fingers pressed to her skin firmly, "I highly recommend stop the binding for a week, you're skins tender and you're heart isn't increased much but has increased, are you having trouble breathing?"

"No."

"Yes." Echo corrected, "I've seen you in battle you're not as efficient as usual, and your scarring easier."

"Please. Im not scarring easier." Y/n responded.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Echo took Tech's data pad from him, pulling up the medical log,

"Most of your stiches are done by me, but I log them. Ever injury." Echo responded, "I had logged the other day's scars and new stiches the momment after you left."

"And?" Crosshair questioned, "she's always been prone to getting hurt. It's Y/n. Thats why Im surpised I didn't shoot her dead."

"Thank you Crosshair." Y/n thanked for the support.

Echo stopped scrolling, "Okay. See." He showed Tech and Hunter.

"These red ones are fresh ones, these white ones are current stiches and these gray ones are healed no matter stiches or regualr cut." Echo explained, the body chart filled with marks and areas of multiple colors, white overlapping gray and red overlapping gray.

"Okay so whats the blue for?" Hunter questioned.

"The pink repersents what she's strained, broken, and or disclocated, see its changing from pink to gray slolwy, shes healing."

"Okay so whats the blue for." Hunter questioned again looking at the data pad.

"Thats not my bussniess." Echo responded, "and stop asking."

Hunter was taken back by the tone of Echo as Echo contuined to explain.

"This ones new, this is new, that ones new, this shoulder that had healed is most likely strained." Echo responded.

"Oh please, it cant be that bad." Y/n spoke snatching up the data pad, as Crosshair leaned over to look.

There was a number of new scars littered across her abdomen and shoulders.

"And we haven't even seen your back." Echo responded.

" I have to agree." Crosshair responded.

"I thought you agreed with me-"

"Yeah, its one thing to see scars I put on you." Crosshair responded, "but you're putting these on yourself-"

"You make it sound likes Im some depressed fuck!"

"Now Y/n, we don't mean it in that sense-" Hunter tried to explain, he would admit maybe they should of had this conversation more controlled, maybe only one of them should of talked to her at a time.

Y/n was angered, "My body! My choice!-"

"Yes but your not being safe." Tech tried to argue.

"And what we're doing out there every day is?!" Y/n argued grabbing her things and walking off slipping on her black turle neck as she did, pushing past Wrecker angerily as she winced holding her shoulder as she only pushed her way on.

"What happened to Y/n?" Omega questioned.

"She looked like she wanted to cry." Wrecker chipped in Lula in hand, "I thought you guys were helping her."

"Truth be told we don't know what she's going through," Hunter told the men.

"Well we do know-"

"Emotionally Tech." Hunter cut him off.

The room went quiet as everyone thought, it was true, they didn't, but two did know the feeling of being singled out, overwhelmed, or overprotected.

"I'll talk to her."

Echo and Crosshair looked at each other.

"I'll talk to her." They repeated.

"I'll talk to her." Wrecker spoke up.

"Uh." Tech responded, "no offense Wrecker- but uh-"

Hunter stopped Tech, "just you two."

Wrecker nodded as he walked back to the front of the ship, walking out the ship and down the ramp.

"Y/n?" He called out, the sky had been taken over by the night.

"Over here."

Following the sound of her voice he walked around the side of the ship, he found her, shirt lifted up to her collar bone as she looked at herself in a shard of mirror she had found on one of there trips, she winced touching her fresh brusies as Wrecker frowned.

"It hurt?"

"J-just a bit..." Y/n told him a small shake in her voice.

He frowned walking over as she pulled her shirt down with a wince, sitting herself up on a crate, Wrecker sitting besides her on a separate crate.

"Come to tell me I need to stop? Because there's no reason too."

"No."

Y/n was a bit confused, "Oh. Well good."

"But I get it."

Y/n looked besides her, "You do?"

"Yeah...I. I know Im not all smart like Tech. Or quick as Hunter and Cross. Or an easy climber like Echo is..." Wrecker spoke, "and Im especially not as small as all of them..."

Y/n frowned as Wrecker rang his hands together.

"But uh, well. I get not likin yourself and all." Wrecker admitted, "I don't like myself sometimes when I stand besides the others, Im so big- so I uh think I understand why you wanna change yourself to feel comfortable, its why Im always sitting when with them. It makes me feel better."

Y/n listned, "and as much as I'd like to be shorter. My brothers wouldnt want me cutting off my feet or anythin to make me shorter."

"Well no kidding, you'd be in serious pain for a while you're brothers don't want you in any pain and neither would I-" Y/n responded, but stopped, "oh."

"Sure it isnt as painfull as cutting your feet cut off. But Im sure it will eventually be that painful. Like you're shoulder."

Y/n rubbed her shoulder, "I seen you flinch when you ran into me, I don't like seeing you hurt."

Y/n stayed silent, "I-" she tried to explain.

"You don't have to explain," Wrecker spoke, "Just know. We understand, we're your brothers."

Y/n nodded, "We should probably get your shoulder looked at."

"Oh uh...yeah."

Wrecker and Y/n walked back to the entrance of the ship, hearing arguing.

"Don't you have a book- or something on it?!"

"Well if I did I'd be applying it to Y/n! Do you understand how hard it is to grasp this concept, I don't know the diffrence between fabrics! Why can't she just use bandage wrap! What it really does!"

"Well it makes her feel better so figure it out!"

"Oh yeah! Therapist Echo in the house people! Do you understand this crap?!"

"Well- No-"

"Do you understand the anatomy of breast-"

"Tech!"

"What do you!?"

"I do."

"Crosshair shut up you havent even slept with a woman! This isnt a game!-"

"I-"

"Tech!"

Tech turned around seeing Y/n and Wrecker standing side by side.

"Um...mind ranting after patching me up? Or during?"

"You're okay?" Tech questioned hands setting on her shoulders as she winced.

"Uh." She repsonded pulling away and looking at the men infront of her, "No. Actually can you help?"

"We'd never thought we'd never get to say yes to that question in our lives to you."

#star wars: the bad batch #star wars echo #the bad batch #sw: tbb #star wars crosshair #star wars wrecker #star wars hunter #star wars tech #bad batch tech #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch hunter #wrecker bad batch #hunter the bad batch

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unkownknowledge · 3 years

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OC: CHAOS GOD OF THE VOID, GIOTA

story I'm still working on your requests don't worry, I just wanted to make a few character sheets since I'm not focused enough rn. I'll finish it when I take my meds though I promise.

And this isn't an oc for any show, rather a character from a multiversal mythos I'm making

also, an important term to understand this: 1 god year=5 billion years

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Giota is a very hot and cool Giota stop changing the text! Atleast change your style of writing so the reader can undead immediately Aw but wheres the fun GIOTA

Fine mister fun police, I'll write like this then. And I'll be cooler than you

Young man I wil... forget it, back on track:

Giota is a shapeshifting god of chaos, void, technological progress, freedom, and being a dramatic bitch.

Hey! I'm not a bitch!....maybe a little

When appearing before mortals he'll often take on the form the viewer imagines when they think of a god of chaos would appear as. Often times when the user knows the basic descriptions of Giota from the 'book of tales' will see him as a angel like statue of bones with numerous cracks, no face, and organ pipe wings.

When meeting with gods outside his domain or when he must meet mortals in a set form, he will take on simple, 10ft tall humanoid form with bone skin, a cracked mouth that cracks more when he speaks, two different colored eyes, and longer than floor length black hair. One of his eyes will be crying water that burns upwards, while the other cries fire that flows downwards. In this form he wears a black trenchcoat, green turtleneck, and purple dad pants.

What the fuck are dad pants?

You know, those usually brown pants that are kinda jeans but soft and actually comfortable.

YOU BITCH MY HUSBAND LIKES JEANS AND HIS PANTS ARE SOFT!

YOUR HUSBAND HAS MARSHMALLOW THIGHS! LITERALLY! OF COURSE HIS PANTS ARE SOFT!

Inside his own domain, or if he's feeling especially done with whatever poor bastard made him upset, Giota takes the form of an innocent ten year old child with soft white steel skin, mile long black hair made of silk, and black eyes made of diamonds. In this form he wears pajamas for to big for him, his mouth leads to a dark void, and he carries around two plushies: a bunny made of roses from his mom, and a plush of his adult form from his husband. Of course he becomes an adult if they do anything adult, so please don't start.

Regardless of his form, even when it's based on the perspective of others, he always wears a large knitted infinity scarf his husband made for whenever he wanted to hide away.

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Powers:

Cool ones

I mean, he's not wrong...

(I should make an ice themed character)

Giota, as a god, has numerous powers related to his domains.

powers of freedom:

inspiring presence- while most gods or beings of power inspire mortals and lesser beings of power to kneel down or bow, Giota’s presence inspires all beings to rise up, to do anything, to do whatever they want, to become the best they can be. this can be used to inspire allies to carry on. However Giota can also let this power run rampant, and free the mind of any shackles, and while this sounds good it really just means removing all morals and causing mass violence, and if he lets it run rampant while in the same dimension he lets it then all life will mutate into eldritch monstrosities of decadence and selfishness. According to him this is to show that balance must be kept between chaos and law.

the torch of liberty- among Giota’s duties as a god of freedom is to liberate the populations of ‘doomed realms’ that have been enslaved. essentially, if a planet in a universe is ruled purely by either law or chaos then the entire universe can be effected, in the case of law it can result in the entire universe becoming one collective conscious. while it’s not common that enslaved worlds occur, however when they do they are the most dangerous of law worlds. to combat worlds like this gods of freedom are given torches that free the minds of the enslaved and bring down holy fire upon the enslavers in the form of the collective will of all the freed people.

powers of technological progress:

cybernetic god-many god-years ago Giota was severely wounded by a rogue god of flesh and a rogue god of metal, to the point even he could not regenerate it. to stop him from dying a cult of his granted Giota cybernetic enhancements. these enhancements integrated into Giota’s flesh as it regenerated and became enhanced in turn by Giota’s divinity, and Giota’s divine power was enhanced then by the cybernetics, resulting in a self sustaining growth in power. while he gladly used this to stop the rogue gods, and once again to destroy an old one, he feels being that powerful would upset the balance of power, so he sealed it in a time lock in time with the seasons and time of day in the void. his power increases from mid day to mid night, and from the end of summer to the end of winter. in the minute of exactly midnight at the end of winter, Giota becomes, in both this multiverse and the old, the most powerful being to exist.

self evolving knowledge- because his position as a god of technology is artificial his powers in it are very weak, being able to only grant full sentience and sapience to machines. he can also create minor miracles of technology, such as summoning a clockwork toy(which he does often)

hey man did you really have to bring up the whole getting my ass kicked thing?

yes, now shut up before I bring up what you sing in the shower

....fucker....

powers of being dramatic:

yeah that wasn't a joke. Giota is the god of being over the top, stylish, and over all flair. in other words, being dramatic

personal sound track- he can cause any song he wants to play when he does anything.

lights, camera, ACTION!- whenever he wants, Giota can cause a bright, sparkling light to emit from his body or behind himself.

my favorite is that one bad bitch’s theme. what’s her name again?

Ragyo Kiyurin?

that's the fucker! terrible taste in morals, but damn does she know how to enter a room.

...can I put sigh when it’s supposed to be me sighing?

powers of the god of chaos

Chaotic existence- for Giota to even exist is, in and of itself, a paradox. he comes from a timeline that never existed, that was on a set path, yet he exist, and he changed the course of the timeline. when he became a chaos god he became a paradox within a paradox, he existed yet did not. to attempt to change any aspect of his being, to take in any part of his being, is to know that which is not there to know, to understand that which is not there, you have to be able to comprehend the very essence of nonexistence to even bare a hair of his getting in your mouth. such a thing easily drives all things that try insane, to the point that every part of their conscience believes that it does not exist.

overwhelming power-chaos gods are only once a multiverse, and with the title comes pure power. such power could turn an infant into an indestructible warrior, however since Giota was already at that level on a mortal scale, and already capable of taking on powerful gods, this power sets him among the highest echelons of divine might.

powers of the god of void

key to nonexistence- the god of the void is the only being who can open the bridge between that which exist and that which does not

rapid regeneration- the void god has an innate ability to regenerate from nearly all damage, even if they are ground to a fine paste. this regeneration is enhanced by the cybernetic enhancements.

speed of darkness- the void god has an innate speed that surpasses light, Giota’s already superhuman speed was enhanced by this.

spear of not- the void god is the sole being in existence and non existence who can wield the spear of not, a finely forged weapon. it is not special beyond being enchanted to withstand godly power and a ‘security lock’ enchantment, however it is still a very well made weapon.

blah blah blah, enough about what I was handed, tell them about my mortal abilities

as Giota just said, and as I’ve brought up before, Giota is extremely powerful even without his powers, he also used to be two other mortals that were less powerful. but over all these were his powers, which he still has.

leather skin- while it might appear or feel like something else, Giota’s skin is exactly like leather armor. this comes from how he was raised as a child to be a powerful warrior and his skin was tanned into hide and treated while it was still on him.

adamantine bone- Giota’s bones were also replaced by an adamantine skeleton when he was a child.

super sonic speeds- during his training as a child, he was taught to be able to surpass the sound barrier on foot.

superhuman strength- his training also trained his body to carry ten tons, however as a mortal he improved that strength to the point he could exert enough force to blast away entire cities by blinking. This power did not come easy.

flight- after training with some monks late in his life, Giota was able to walk on the air, essentially he could fly at the same speed as he could run.

agility- he was trained as a warrior and assassin, so Giota’s training included advanced maneuverability training, including wall running, sneaking across tripwires, etc.

weapon master- Giota is a master in all weapons and various forms of martial arts.

he also has reciev- hey man you good?

I-I’m fine! d-don’t write that I’m crying!

you...wanna talk about it?

…no...

is it about your mom?

…maybe...

alright take your time.

anyway Giota has a very useful piece of equipment, the cloak of maternity- despite it’s name, it’s actual a cloak that leads to a pocket dimension where Giota carries his weapons and toys. It is called the cloak of maternity because his adoptive mother gave him after he became a god-bounty hunter, she even designed it to help him hide away from people. it even has a designated snack pocket.

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BIO:

Giota was found by his adoptive mother after he destroyed his timeline, as punishment, or perhaps in an attempt to redeem him, she turned him back into a baby. something Giota happily accepted.

After this his life went on as a mortal’s would, only in the realm of divinity: he went to school, went into college, graduated, then entered the workforce. granted the workforce he entered was bounty hunting divine criminals. it was easy for him to get into, after all everything from his past life transferred over to this one, it wasn't long before he was hunting even the deadliest of criminals. while his mom was very supportive, it was still difficult for him to keep in contact with her as he did before moving out, and being a bounty hunter was hardly a sociable job. it wasn't long before Giota fell into depression, and then to drugs. for twenty three god years his life was an endless cycle of contract killing, payment, and wallowing in chemical joy. But at the end of all blinding lights, there is a welcoming darkness.

Giota had become the personal bounty hunter of the god of law and time: Ceerus. one day while leaving after receiving a contract, he met the god’s child, a boy his age named Dyalta.

It was thanks to Dyalta that Giota ever kicked drugs, or got out of depression, and thanks to Dyalta Giota managed to find happiness in anything other than a syringe.

Even the reason he found love.

rise to godhood

Giota became a god after an old god, named the Red slaughter, destroyed the entire universe. this was a catalyst for Giota, who had died previously, to return with his newly awakened god powers. I don't want to go into to much detail in this aspect as I intend to write it at some point.

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hey man you good yet?

a little bit. Dyalta came by and gave me some cookies.

that's good buddy, I’m gonna describe your personality ok?

alright.. I’m gonna go home now.

alright man, take care.

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personality

do note that this is a bit hard for me to do. I’m more used to just writing a character. I’ll just post two short stories here to try and get his personality across. I made them in school last year.

ok so after looking at it the second one is twelve pages long. so I’m gonna post that elsewhere on here. to give context: this is after a wedding between Dyalta and Giota was interrupted. if you’d like to see more about him then feel free to interact or request him.

elavator story

Giota shifted uncomfortably to make room for his soon to be father in law as the man stepped into the lift.

“Soooooo…” Giota pressed their floor “wonderful, um, siege we’re having.”

Ceerus just keeps his eyes on the door “sure.”

“So how's the uh, wife?”

Ceerus sighed “locked in a tower, that we are invading.”

“Mhm, yup.”

‘Maybe I should try calling him dad.’

“So what did you think of my swordsmanship d-dad.”

Ceerus visibly restrained himself “it was fine ten- Giota.”

The elevator stopped, probably because of security.

“Oh maker damnit,” Ceerus tries rewinding the shut off, but it doesn't work “and it’s godproofed!”

“This reminds of this one time me and Dyalta wen-”

Ceerus put his hand to Giota’s mouth “if you end this story in anything less than fully clothed I will end your fake hide.”

Giota scratches his head nervously “Well I didn't, but Dyalta lost his shirt and well,” Giota notice Ceerus drawing his blade “b-but it was for a sword fi- wait bad wording, it was for a-you know- assasination thing!”

Ceerus sighed and sheathed his sword “look, you dusting mongrel, I don’t like you, you pretend to like me, let’s just try and not kill each other and maybe by the end of this, I won’t flay your ass at the altar.”

Well atleast now they both agreed on something: this was going to be a long crusade.

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ok that's that! not a very good character sheet but hopefully it got enough across to be interesting. I’ll end this off with some quotes I want him to say but have never gotten the chance to write out:

“hey Ceerus how’s the kid? oh thats right! in my bed, waiting patiently.” following Ceerus being exceptionally annoying.

“you know something? I try to be nice, I always smile, always banter with my targets. you know, try and be friendly. but then some RED MOTHERFUCKER, POSSESSES MY HUSBAND, WAKING ME UP FROM ETERNAL SLUMBER, AND NOW I ONCE AGAIN HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE GOD’S MESSES!”

*crying into Dyalta* “and then he said my clothes were stupid,” *sobbing* “I tried really hard on these!”

“this multiverse, to us gods, is wet paper mache. so easy to break, one wrong move and POP,” Giota flexes his finger and causes an ocean to split open for a solid ten seconds, “the very fabric of reality is gone. and you. you insuferable MOTHER FUCKERS have the AUDACITY TO COME IN HERE, AND TEAR IT ALL TO SHREDS! well assholes, if this reality is paper mache to you, and I’m stronger than you, take a wild gues as to what you are to me.”

(tagging: @storytravelled, @3lectro-heart, @genshin-obsessed)

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RWBY

The New War part 4

Jaune Arc's All Out Attack

Just outside of Shinrah district.

Jaune and Ren had to start traveling by rooftops because of the miasma that is covering most of the streets due to this though Jaune is getting exhausted from all the Aura Jumping. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't caring Ren doing so.

Jaune: Talking about me and junk food but your heavy asf.

Ren: Jaune! I don't want to here anything about you being tired from carrying me across rooftops.

Ren: You not only suggested this method, but aren't you the one that caught a speeding car with your body.

Ren: That Torchwick guy escaped but you did something unbelievable.

Jaune: I was in the hospital for a week for three cracked ribs. Not to mention it knocked me unconscious.

Ren: Even more of a reason for you to not be bitching rn.

Jaune: I think I like this Ren get used to me.

The two took cover at the top of they're current building then observed the captured cop and EMS workers. They could hear a man who was obviously a squad leader sporting heavy armor and two large saw swords.

Atlas Elite Oppressor: It's honorable seeing so many of you fighting to protect your kingdom. How come there are no soldier's only law enforcement?

Atlas Elite: I'll tell you why, it's because Ozpin didn't think they where worth sending into the city. That they needed to protect the academy.

Atlas Elite: So in other words your all expendable.

Police officer: Shut your mouth you fucking Terrorist.

Atlas Elite: Terrorist!? Lol where Atlas solider's.

Alvin Marcus: Listen son in all my years alive Atlas would never do something like this. My name is police chief Alvin Marcus.

Alvin: Ironwood would never order an attack against his home kingdom.

Atlas Elite: Well you know what Alvin thank you for having the balls to speak up... Now... Die for it.

And with a lift and a swing the man's head was taken off.

Jaune was finally at his boiling point as he was about to make a split second decision till he felt Rena hand grab his own. Jaune turned and looked Ren in the eyes who had a face seriousness. There was a mutual understanding between the two but Jaune knew if someone else died then he would step in. They both continue to watch on.

Atlas Elite: Well then... He's dead... So who's next?

Atlas Elite: Let's see they're are 40 of you we'll start executing you guys in groups of 10.

Atlas Elite: Okay men begin. Try not to have to much fun.

It was just like that the men and women where gonna be shot and killed. Police officer's and EMS workers who most had families. Jaune couldn't take it anymore so he jumped into action.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune: Bastards landed and swung his blade at one of the soldiers and as like nothing the man flew back with a huge slash in his chest and his eyes lifeless. Jaune didn't take it into consideration but the man he just killed didn't have an aura. Which means that most of these guys will go down easily.

(Jaune's mind)

" Is it really a good thing that it's that easy. "

"Ricky: Do what you have to Jaune, to protect the people around you and care about."

The Atlas Elite was surprised to see the young man cut down one of his men so easily. It turned out that's all it took for the police officer's to fight back as now a big battle of attrition had began. So the Elite did the only thing he thought was right and that was to take out this young man. He could already tell that his target was a killer at heart. That Mistress would love for someone like this to join her ranks. No hesitation just calculated swings and focused blocking. He is block bullets and using his aura to defend himself from and oppressor troopers. Now there's a green one huh interesting

Jaune had just took what felt like a hit from Cardin's mace to the side of the head but it was just a shotgun buckshot. He then stuck his blade into the guys knee rotating his wrist and and realizing something this felt odd killing these guys so easily. Whatever he needs to do he'll do it to protect these people. All of a sudden Jaune's senses struck him both physically and mentally as he was then sent five feet and bouncing off the side of a car.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune could hear Ren yelling out to him. He was fine he was able to lift his shield up to take the wide and aggressive swing he had very little time to react as he used his sword to slide and redirect a blade that was slashed vertically at him. Jaune then spun out of it and backhanded the attacker with his shield. The difference was that this tall bulky guy with duel wielding saw blades that are atleast half of Jaune's size. Jaune was at 6'3 so these swords where ridiculously big. Obviously this guy over compensating. Shit why did the commander have to be a tall and bulky hulk of a man, why couldn't he just of been cute like Ren.

Then it was a saving grace as A helicopter with Vale soldiers showed up and began to fire upon the enemy this made the guy end his attacks on Jaune and begin to fall back but Jaune wasn't having it as he chased him leaving Ren behind.

Jaune: Oh No You Don't Ass Hole Get Back Here!

One of the retreating soldiers was about to fire on Jaune till Ren pulled the trigger on one of his pistols and blew the guys brains out. Ren was not as shocked as he should of been. He wasn't about to let Jaune get killed so he chased after him as Vale military forces moved in.

Jaune had cornered the man. Then aimed his sword at the man.

Jaune: You'll pay for what you've done. Killing all of those innocent people.

Atlas Elite: Laughing... You got fight in ya kid.

The two stood there reading to see who would swing first. But neither one had to wait as the man rushed at Jaune only for Jaune to smirk as his chest glowed bright blue over his heart and without any warning Jaune sheathe his blade and went to punch the ground with his left hand all of the energy he had built up. This new attack Jaune was saving for whenever him and Yang spared again let alone it be Pyrrha.

Jaune: BAHAMET..FURY

With a mighty roar and loud kaboom that sent out a bright blue blaze that can be seen from Beacon Tower. This stunned Ozpin and Glynda who knew who that could of been. Especially since a news chopper caught the attack live. For the world too see, so teams RWBY, CFVY, Nora and Pyrrha saw it.

Ruby: Well guess we know who that would of been for if we had Combat class on yesterday.

All Jokes aside the chopper was waiting for the dust to clear. When it finally did Jaune was now Shirtless and sporting a big gash on his right arm it looks like the guy broke his Aura. Something that everyone at Beacon knew was next to impossible because Jaune is undefeated when it came to combat class. If one doesn't count the draw between him and Pyrrha. The two fought it out until they both fell from exhaustion. But what was about happen now was not a spar where it's fight till your at your max. No this fight was of a higher stake, Jaune's life was on the line.

The man got up and used his blade's to support himself.

The Butcher: Your... One pain in the ass you know that?

The Butcher: They call me The Butcher. That's my name now what's yours?

Jaune stayed quiet for a second because he was honestly still shocked that some one took the full brunt of his shock wave ground smash.

Jaune: Jaune Arc... No relation

The Butcher: A Arc huh? You truly are special.

Without a second passing The Butcher rushed in and Jaune eyes tightened as his vision focused and his mindset locked in. This battle will result in one of them dying. Jaune was able to deflect the The Butcher's swing but his wild style was new to Jaune so he wasn't expecting the second blade to come out of no where and slash his right arm and knocking his blade away leaving another gash if torn flesh and on the underside of Jaune's arm. This was bad he wouldn't be able to put a lot of power behind any punches on this arm. But that was okay Jaune knew what he would have to resort to Jaune then burst forward. Eyes lacking fear but a resolve he slide in grabbing The Butcher by his waist and just like that Ursa in class Jaune German suplexed him, again rolling into it and lifting the man again but this time keeping a two arm bear hug and slammed the guy on his shoulders sideways. Again Jaune rolled into it and lifted the man up and with his feet planted and with raw strength and pure adrenaline running through him Jaune threw the disarmed Butcher into the side of a building where he collided and bounced off of. Jaune was gassed after that display by no means was Butcher a light weight at 8feet tall and weight what felt like a ton it was hard to do what Jaune did. He may have caught a car at top speed but he hadn't been through hell before it. It just happened when he was at full strength.

Jaune felt the hands of someone familiar to him grab him. Ren had grab Jaune and gave him a shot of Adrenaline Ren looked like shit like he had got caught in Jaune's explosion.

Jaune: Dame Ren I'm sorry-

Ren had shut him up with a painful shot of adrenaline to the to the leg.

Jaune: Ow... Sorry .

Ren: You will be if we make it out of this.

Ren: I don't have any aura and my weapons are destroyed thanks to you. But that guy needs to go down.

Jaune: You thinking what I'm thinking then😁.

Ren blushing of embarrassment: Shut up

Jaune: Aww yeah Martial Arc's time.

Ren: ugh

The two ran in at the butcher who had recovered and was not ready to fight a juiced up Jaune and what looks like the ninja from earlier. But what surprised The Butcher more was the Ninja had just vanished and Jaune Arc looked to be throwing something invisible. It didn't click until he felt what was a foot to his jaw and a right hook to his rib cage one so powerful he felt his ribs crunch and shatter with it this dropped him to one knew then a barrage of calculated punches from the ninja and bone breaking bashes from Jaune. When the barrage ceased The Butcher was dumb founded the one eye he could see out off. He saw that Jaune was now casting a bright blue flaming aura and with one touch he turned the emerald ninja next to him glowing a bright green flaming aura as well.

The two locked eyes with The Butcher who was now expressing great fear.

Ren: When did you learn how to do this?

Jaune: I'll tell you later.

The two then lead in like a dance of blue and green as they both went in for punches kicks and one of Jaune's kicked sending The Butcher skyward. Ren Jumped into Jaune's hands and launched forward to meet The Butcher he super kicked him and without any warning Ren felt a burst of power as he flew forward looking back in slow motion to see Jaune winking at him and his chest burning bright blue. That's when Ren realized that Jaune had found a way not only to convert kinetic energy into aura, but he can transfer it to other's. Ren flew forward grabbing The Butcher and throwing him down towards Jaune who had jumped towards The Butcher who was beaten and bloody.

Ren: Jaune please don't kill him.

(Jaune's Mind)

No worries Ren I refused to be the monster that this man is. I will put him in his fucking place though.

Jaune: HAA!

With a discharge of all the energy Jaune knocked The lights out of The Butcher. His head snapping back from the impact but not killing him but mainly knocking him out.

Jaune landed and caught the Butcher to keep him from receiving anymore damage.

Five minutes later

Jaune came back sword in his sheathe, even though it took him a minute to find it. Ren was just standing there back towards Jaune. Jaune walked up and lightly pushed Ren's shoulder.

Jaune: From what I see the military is rounding up the last remaining terrorist and Atlas only General Ironwood is talking with Ozpin that's why there are war ships up above.

Ren: He shows up only now?

Jaune: Yeah but atleast it's over right.

Ren: Hey did you ever actually turn your scrolls distress signal?

Jaune: Yeah about that... Hehe I dropped my scroll when I rushed in to stop those guys earlier. Hehe

Ren: I want to punch you right now but I'm to weak to put any force behind it.

Then something grabbed the two's attention

Nora: Ren! Jaune!

They both turned to see they're teams and Professor Ozpin and Glynda.

But Jaune knew he was in trouble when he saw Yang and Ruby rushed him. Jaune knew he was about to receive the world's strongest hug and beating courtesy of Yang he has ever taken.

(Jaune's mind)

"I die today, this is how I die."

End of part 4

Character analysis

The Butcher: age late thirties maybe early twenties.

Classification: Classified

Huntsman classification: Unknown possibly Vanguard giving his size, weapons, and fighting style

Military experience: Ex Sargent first class.

Semblance: None

#rwby fanfiction #team rwby #team jnpr #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #violence #slight gore

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readingbatfamficsat3am · 3 years

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Universe Jumping #1

Jason wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up in New York. Especially New York on a whole other fucking earth. Lying on the ground in a dark alley, on top of what he was pretty sure was human shit, all he remembered was blood and Bruce and a blinding light that convinced him he was dying -- again.

There was a batarang slicing through his jugular, pain blinding his vision. It wasn’t anything new, pain. Jason Todd had been well familiar to pain by the time he was ten years old. Of course there had been more after Bruce found him but he hadn’t minded that pain, he was saving people. But then there was his strongest memory of pain. It was the reason he was in that abandoned apartment, fighting Bruce and trying to ignore Joker’s hysteric laughter, despite having a gun to his head.

Jason slumped down against a wall, held a hand to his neck, and decided he was done. They were all done. Pulling the switch from his back pocket, he closed his eyes. He was okay with dying again. He couldn’t remember what death had been like but knew it was a lot less painful than life, atleast one like the one he had lived. Jason only prayed that wherever he was it was far away from both Bruce and the clown. Maybe he’d see his mom, Catherine, not Sheila. Jason pushed the button and smiled to himself, a small grin that Bruce couldn’t see while brawling with the Joker.

But trust Bruce Wayne to fuck up Jason’s plans even further. He was too tired to fight when Bruce grabbed his shirt, pulling him as far from the bomb as he could in the five seconds they had left.

The explosion caused Bruce to let his shirt go. Let him go. Jason found a sudden burst of adrenaline and ran, as fast as his legs would allow. Wally West would be proud. Rubble was falling around him which he avoid with one hand putting pressure on his throat. That was when the light appeared, and suddenly he didn’t want die. It was incredibly fucking annoying how often he changed his mind, Dick and the Titans had teased him about it relentlessly. No, don’t think about them. The light surrounded Jason and suddenly it was all he could see. And then everything went dark.

This all lead to him lying in an alleyway. One glance at the busy streets beyond told him everything he needed to know.

#1 He was in New York (The Empire State building had been a pretty big tell)

#2 He was on a different earth (Half the billboards around him boasted footage of the Justice League knockoffs known as the Avengers saving the city from aliens)

He could get up, whatever had brought him here had also healed his wound so he could really go anywhere he wanted, it being a completely new earth and all, but Jason didn’t care anymore. He’d devoted the last five years of his life to plotting and training his revenge against Bruce, Joker, Gotham, for making him who he was, for killing a fifteen year old boy and forgetting it ever happened. And he’d failed.

All his work and anger had resulted in nothing but a nasty scar along the side of his throat.

The thing that brought him here can’t have done it quietly. Jason was sure it had caused some electrical surge or radiation increase, something that was bound to bring in the resident shady government agents in their crisp black suits, dark shades and complicated words. Maybe he’d even get to meet the Avengers. Dick would have a heart attack if he met the redhead, Roy would start an archery competition with the Green Arrow wannabe and Rose and Rachel would probably see who could make the walking American flag piss himself first.

Jason’s heart hurt when he thought about the Titans. Dick was his brother, Roy had been his best friend and Jason had been beginning to want something more with him, but he guessed nothing was ever going to there now. Rose and he had broken up about two months before Ethiopia so he’d had time at least, to move on before being forced into a coffin and then a Lazarus pit.

The alley stank. Full of urine, trash and rodents it reminded him of the Narrows, of Crime Alley. But nothing in New York could ever truly compare to the horror that is Crime Alley. Jason new without looking up that the suits had arrived. He opened his eyes to find an oldish man peering down at him.

“Good afternoon. I’m agent Phil Coulson.”

Jason didn’t reply. He supposed he should be worried about being taken to some super secret base that was supposed to make people like him shake in their boots, but Phil didn’t look all that scary or like anything Jason couldn’t handle.

“Can I help you? Would you mind moving a bit to the left, you’re blocking the sunlight,” he paused and grinned, “I’m trying to get a bit of tan, I’m from Gotham you see, and the only light you’d get over there is from the batsignal.”

Coulson frowned at him, taking in the body armor, guns, knives and scars before crouching down to Jason’s level. “Sir, I’m going to need you to come with me,” he gestured to another suit, who was pointing a weird device at him, “we are reading a high level of molecular energy coming from your body and need to get you quarantined immediately.”

Jason sat up and offered Coulson his hands, “Well Phil, I’ve got nothing better to do. It’s Jason, by the way.”

#marvel #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #under the red hood #batman #joker #rose wilson #teen titans #dc titans #raven teen titans #roy harper #arsenal #ravager #the avengers #phil coulson #wally west #kid flash #fanfic

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serendipitybutterfly · 4 years

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BTS Tarot Valentines Day Special:

BTS' Future Marriages...

I know... Unusual for me since I tend to focus more on advice than predictions for the most part... But, as it's this lovey dovey season, I decided to do a marriage themed reading as a special treat as I've gotten asks surrounding this kind of question before... This is going to be a mammoth post... Omg..

This is my Valentines Day present for you guys who follow and like my readings! Thank you!!!! I 💜 you!

So, without further ado... Let's get it!

*Disclaimer- the way i see it, although this is a prediction reading, I'm only working with the energies of the present moment. If one of the boys wakes up tomorrow and firmly decides he never wants to get married, then his path will change and future readings would reflect that. For the most part, the future is in flux and can be changed... If something is a huge, fateful, set in stone kind of event then the cards will let me know. Also, in this particular reading, rather than focusing on the physical appearance of their future partners, I'm intending to focus more on personality and only mention physical appearance if something strongly comes to mind or their looks come forward as a major message of the reading. Ok done! Let's really get it! 💜

Oh wait... before anything else, I was going to call this future Marriages or life partners (because, obviously, not everyone gets married) but I just decided to ask first off if they'd all get married for the sake of clarity and got a resounding yes for them all so... Yeah... As of now, all of the boys are likely to actually get married in the future. Although... Some are closer to that future than others. Also, I was going to put all of the readings into one big post but then I realised how ridiculously long that would be and decided to split the hyung line and maknae line up into two separate posts. I'm starting with the maknae line and hopefully the hyung line post will follow soon...

Maknae line:

Starting with Park Jimin...

Character profile - The archetype cards that popped out gave me an interesting message... I'm getting the image of someone that had quite a hard life, possibly even a somehow traumatic past (cards like bully and victim in particular stood out to me as being indicative of a troubled past), but managed to retain a sweetness and childlike innocence despite it... I'm also definitely getting the image of an introvert. Someone quite soft spoken, gentle and who comes across as a bit shy. She might feel more comfortable with animals and young children than with most people. Physically I feel like she will be younger than him, and somewhat innocent and fragile looking but at the same time there's something kind of edgy and / or sexy in her style... She might wear a lot of dark colours. Yeah... I know I said I wouldn't focus on looks... But I'm definitely also getting East Asian features coming through visually... I'm also seeing long, straight, black hair and fair skin. This is the kind of person who tends to inspire protective feelings in others... But at the same time has a lot of inner strength that they can use to heal and bolster other people's confidence in themselves.

Relationship- With the Dawn card, I feel like she will give Jimin a whole new fresh perspective on life... I'm hearing 'clean slate' and 'washing away'... I'm just feeling a lovely, pure, soothing, watery kind of energy to this connection overall. I mean, the romance angels oracle deck threw out 'True Love' to describe this connection so... I mean, if Jimin still has those romantic dreams of meeting his one true love like he used to... He can definitely have that wish granted! It's just... Going to take some time... With the Chariot in reverse here, I feel like he will have to wait quite some time before they meet...hmm... How old will he be in another 7 years? About 32? Could be around then or after... But, at this point, it's unlikely to be before...

The tarot here couldn't paint a rosier picture tbh... I really hope Jimin does meet this person in the future because it looks like this marriage could genuinely be the making of true and lasting happiness for him. Just look at these beautiful cards! 10 of cups... Happy family with a loving home environment and playing children! The star because this really is a dream come true, a wish answered. Then you have a reversed queen of wands (👀 omg why does Queen of wands energy always come up with anything to do with romance with Jimin??). However... Interestingly enough, here I'm seeing her as a soft spoken young woman who comes across as quite shy and introverted but who possesses a great deal of inner strength and power... (which is why context matters in tarot guys... Cards mean something different to me basically every time!). This is next to the knight of swords who I see as our lovely libra boy Jimin himself... I'm literally see this as a Knight in shining armor rushing in to the rescue. That's how he'll feel in this relationship. Not at all in a burdensome way... But like that feeling gives him this great deal of strength and confidence in himself. She makes him feel strong and capable and in control... Like a hero. Why is this making me emo? ...

Anyway, then the high priestess is here to sum this connection up and I feel strongly that this is an extremely deep, intuitive connection... The meeting of souls... They can look at each other and just... Know what the other is feeling... Could even be a soul mate / past life connection I think... Wow.

All in all... This is great news for Jimin's future in terms of marriage at this point. Although I do think it'll be a while before they meet and longer before actually getting married... It looks pretty rosy from then on! I'm not saying there will be no bumps in the road at all (I can sense that there are certainly some deep personal issues on both sides that actually need to be dealt with through this union... Which is some soul journey stuff... ) however overall this seems like it will be an amazing match! I'm so glad! 💜 💜 💜

Kim Taehyung:

Character profile:... Uh... Haha... You just had to be different huh Tae... Lol... Ok... So here's the thing... Where marriage is concerned, Tae has that interesting fate where he actually has a choice (I mean, everyone has a choice... But most people don't actually recognise it as a choice... It just kinda happens because it's their fate. Tae has the opportunity to make a conscious choice here regarding his fate because it's like either way he can learn important lessons and grow... Both are fated partners for him. Like a real diverging path kind of thing. He will get to a point where he can choose one path or another with basically full awareness of this as a choice... This is really interesting actually. I mean, either way, he will get married and he can be happy either way too... Although in different ways for different reasons... It's very interesting...

As far as personality goes... I see two distinct personalities coming through... On one side you have someone quite mature, serious, artistic, intellectual, quiet and spiritual and on the other side I see someone very young, pretty, flirty, fun loving, popular and witty... Also very wealthy and a little bit haughty... But kinda 'cute' and funny with it?? Idk why I'm getting that... Like a kind of sly sense of humour...

Unfortunately... This is weirdly up in the air because of this aspect of choice. I can see that both will appeal greatly to different sides of him... If only they could be one person... But alas...

Relationship: Again... The tarot shows how up in the air this is because there is not yet a set path. Tae hasn't even met them yet. He's not thinking seriously of marriage at all yet. However, with the Wheel of Fortune reversed here we can see that though this is not yet set in motion, it is fated either way. Death in reverse and the Hanged Man are also giving me that up in the air, 'paused', kind of feeling... Like this fate is just waiting, biding its time to be set in motion... Right now he's on a solo path, pursuing his career and furthering his goals... It's when he's ready to let some of that go that this will be set in motion... It feels like a few years into the future to me... Not too far but not too close either... I'm not getting a definite time frame. It could be within two to three years or around him going into his early 30s...

You'll notice on one side of the 'up in the air fate' cards we've got the 4 of wands and on the other side we've got the 10 of pentacles representing the two different connections. Both are really auspicious cards for marriage. Both connections are also signified by the two of cups... Both are deep love connections... Again because this is up the air, I'm not getting specifics about the outcomes of either choice, but it does seem atleast like he has the potential to be happy in either marriage. However it looks like in one he can have the big family and legacy (in terms of children and grandchildren and leaving a home and inheritance to them) he desires, while the other relationship seems more quiet and more just about them as a couple being happy together.

I feel like the card Solitude: Island speaks of that connection (them being alone and peaceful together... Perhaps travelling to faraway countries together... And that calmer more serious vibe in that connection) while the card Playfulness is speaking of the other connection (way more youthful, energetic, playful, and flirty energy... And also literal children- and puppies!- incoming!).

So yeah *shrug*... Decisions decisions Tae... He can only make the right choice when the time comes at the end of the day (and he has a lot of spiritual guidance on his side if he chooses to tune in). It's quite likely that by then his priorities and desires for what he really wants out of life will become clearer to him and that will make the decision easier... At this point, it seems like neither of them are a particularly bad choice... Though neither is necessarily perfect either... That's what makes this such a big, fateful decision I suppose... Good luck Tae! 💜 🙏

Now for Jungkook:

Character profile: Wow... Whatta boss... Lol. I'm kinda blown away by this energy to be honest. This is like... The best way I can describe it after looking at all the cards is... This is the kind of woman that both men and women are really attracted to and tend to like (regardless of sexuality). Like... Total 'girl crush', role model, material but also super attractive and sexy... Especially to men who like strong, capable women who have that 'boss' energy... Which is apparently future Jungkook I guess...

Actually these cards really make sense just based on what kind of people Jungkook seems to like to associate with anyway... I feel a sense that she will be older than him by at least a few years (if not, extremely mature and successful for her age). This is someone wise beyond their years who actively seeks knowledge and also goes further to implement what they've learnt to help others who are vulnerable. Something else that's coming through strongly is that this person is extremely creative and artistic... They have to be involved in the arts in some way, even if it isn't their main job. Actually, what I think is that she may work in one creative field (like say, a writer cause Scribe is there) but also does alot of other artistic and creative things as hobbies, like painting, drawing, dancing, singing... This is someone who delights in expressing her creativity so it doesn't have to make her money... She just loves it. Actually there's a kind of free spirited, bohemian, hippyish vibe here which is an interesting contrast to the boss energy... (I honestly want to be her best friend??).

Again, I know I said i wasn't focusing on looks but here looks are coming through really strongly... Like her attractiveness is really a major thing people notice about her so it has to be mentioned. I'm seeing long, wavy or curly black or dark brown hair (although she might also sometimes colour it... Especially red or reddish brown). She has a really great body... Like really fit and toned but also curvy (look at that goddess card! like I said... She's sexy). Also, probably a bit above average height. I'm also seeing that this is someone who's likely to have tanned or darker skin or who tans really easily in the sun... Like in the winter she might get quite pale but then in the summer sun gets a lot darker. She's definitely someone really natural, active and outdoorsy who's likely to get out in the sun as much as possible... I think she probably doesn't wear a lot of makeup... I'm just seeing a really natural beauty... Wow.

Relationship- With the Dreamtime: Creation card I'm getting two things coming through strongly. One is that I really think these two (certainly Jungkook) will actively be manifesting each other before they meet and will (or have already) dreamt about each other. Two is that, once again, I'm getting really highly charged creative energy. These are two extremely talented artists getting together and their relationship and home will reflect that. They encourage and push each other to improve. Really unique and quirky relationship actually... In fact, you'll notice that these cards aren't exactly overtly romantic... And yet... I'm still feeling the love?? Theirs isn't exactly a mushy kind of love but it's still very strong and extremely confident and secure. It's based firmly in actions that show love in a more practical way...

With the Sun shining on this marriage it's clear that they'll be really happy with one another (I see happy children here too... Another aspect of their mutual creativity... 😏 ) but there's also a lot of freedom and space. I see a lot of travelling and a lot of respect and understanding between them. That they are forgiving and don't hold grudges is coming through. This isnt a 'tit for tat' kind of relationship where they hold things over one another or only are nice to each other if the other person is nice first... It feels like they work through arguments maturely, quickly forgive everything and move on to being loving again.

With the page and 8 of Pentacles I see that they learn and grow together as people and work hard to make their relationship and bond extremely strong and they're successful in that. With the engagement card, I'm seeing two things, both strong commitment and loyalty to each other and also that they'll probably get married surprisingly quickly after they start dating. This is another case where I think it'll be a long wait for Jungkook... With the king of swords here... I feel like he'll be a definite MAN when he gets married... Like fully grown, probably rocking both longer hair and a beard... Lol... Older and wiser... Like around his mid 30's or even a little later... However, because he'll have been manifesting and dreaming of her for years (probably even already started guys) he'll just know from the time they meet that she's the one... So why hang about?

Conclusion... I kinda want to be bestfriends with Jungkook's future wife... She's really cool... 😭

OK... This has been the maknae line future marriages reading... I will try to drop the hyung line's readings before, on or just after valentines day so stay tuned! Hope you guys enjoyed!!! 💜 💜 💜

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The Caretaker

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↳ Summary: You’ve lived your whole life on your own, relying on no one but yourself to keep this child safe, you’re whole world is about to come to a complete change however when a bounty hunter enters your lives with no more then stoic silence and an insistence his name is the Mandalorian- whatever that is. You don’t know where you’re going, but you know it’s going to be a long trip.

↳ Pairing: Mandalorian/Reader,

↳ Genre: Action, slowburn(?), fluff, mild angst, future smut? We’ll see as the plot advances.

Word Count: 6.7k

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It was quiet for a moment as the man assessed you and the child, and without a single word towards you he turned around and began walking, pausing for a moment by the door as if noticing you hadn’t followed behind, “Are you going to just sit there?”

Hesitantly, you uncoiled yourself out of the small cell, your legs gladly letting blood flow back in them and your body thankful to not be cramped anymore. You weren’t sure if following this man was a good idea, but quite frankly you had been with the Nikto for close to a month and anywhere at this point was better than here.

He began walking again, not even bothering to look back to make sure you were following, as if knowing you wouldn’t dare try anything. You couldn’t help but silently agree, you had noticed both the rifle and blaster along with plenty of other utilities along with armored body. He almost seemed a cut above a regular mercenary yet you couldn’t place why.

Clearing your throat as you shifted the child against your chest you spoke, “Where are you taking us?” You tried to sound demanding, but your throat was dry and the only water that had been given to you all morning went straight to the child as you didn’t want him dehydrated, rather than intimidating though you sounded more pitiful than anything. The scorching dry heat of the sun causing you to squint as you attempted to keep up with his fast pace.

You had expected a long introduction, or at least a name to refer to him as, yet none came from the man as if simply ignoring your words, was he still going to kill you? Was this a sick game? You had many questions, struggling to get up the sand hill you let out a breath in exasperation, “Do you at least have a name?”

“I’m the Mandolorian.” He rasped with a breath, not looking back at your struggling figure as you tried to keep the child close to your chest, finally making it up the hill as you inhaled deeply, how far would you have to walk? You hadn’t been able to properly walk for quite some time meaning your stamina was embarrassingly low.

“Well that’s nice, but it’s not a name.” He seemed almost expectant until you said that, causing him to turn around, as if silently judging you for a reason you weren’t sure of. You had again; expected him to say something and yet he said nothing at all before turning around, “Is that something I’m supposed to know? I don’t understand.” Your lips tugged into a small pout, properly situating the child back against you as you trailed behind the man who claimed to be the Mandolorian, whatever that was.

Rather then answer your question he glanced behind his shoulder briefly, looking between you and the child before asking, “What’s its name?”

Glancing down at the child you hummed, you’d otherwise be offended to not have been asked your own first but you could understand the allure the child often attracted, this man, no exception, “He doesn’t have one. I’m just his caretaker until I find his family. I’m Y/n, in case you were wondering.” You added dryly.

Yet again, the child was most definitely the cutest of you three, his big doe eyes innocent and on a day full of energy he was a mischievous little thing, and of course the large almost puppy like ears were all the more endearing. He was about the size of one as well, far smaller and more delicate than a human infant.

The man however, said nothing more and you had quickly found out he was a man with little to say, often quiet and you couldn’t tell if he was really listening or if he was just ignoring your blabbering. Were you being annoying? You gnawed on your lip as you trailed behind him, the canyon providing enough coverage from the dry heat that had sweat beading down your neck. Hopefully if he was kind enough he’d let the child have some water, you couldn’t help but worry about the poor little one being dehydrated.

The child however, didn’t appear distressed about the situation in the least, happily clinging to you as he peered out up ahead at his surroundings, little gaze occasionally flitting to the desert lizards that crawled beneath you.

You nearly crashed into the Mandalorian as he abruptly came to a stop and you hadn’t been paying as close attention as you should have been, his gaze snapping around as if he noticed a new presence, worry bubbling in your stomach as you huddled the child against you, a coo bubbling from it’s lips as it played with a strand of your hair, “What is it?” your words were quiet, and had you not been standing so close to him he wouldn’t have heard.

His hand kept slid to his holster, “Stay clos-” He couldn’t finish his sentence however as you both were parted from one another, an unfamiliar person yet you could guess was also a bounty hunter, jumping out causing a gasp from your lips as you landed hard against the ground.

You could barely register the sharp points of his spear flying down into the direct path of you and the child as you quickly rolled to the side, a muffled whine of discomfort escaping the child as you heard the force of the spear land into the ground beside you.

And just as quickly it was raised again, the Mandalorian however had quickly caught his attention, sparring with the bounty hunter as you quickly scrambled away, your back flat against the rock surface as you bundled the child against you. Your only thought to make sure it was safe, it wasn’t as if you could help anyways, you had raised yourself to be on the run, you hadn’t fought a day in your life.

You could help but watch in awe, however, he was swift and constantly aware of his surroundings, no wonder he wasn’t even concerned about keeping you cuffed when he immediately whirled around to the second bounty hunter that jumped out in surprise. And then a third had quickly joined yet even 3 to 1 he held his own, not once faltering for long. The child was just as in awe as you, cooing in curiosity as you both watched him take down two of the bounty hunters effortlessly and (literally) disintegrate the last which had tried to run.

Lowering his weapon he seemed to notice something that caused a sigh from his lips, walking over he carefully placed the rifle back on his back before extending a hand to you, “Are you okay?” His voice was rasped, as if just as dehydrated as you, and maybe a little out of breath but you supposed that was given.

You weren’t as cautious anymore but you still couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive as you took a hold of his much larger and stronger gripped hand, “I feel like I should be the one asking you that question…” You murmured, noticing his shielded gaze linger on the child before he began walking once more, “But yes, I’m fine, so is the child. Maybe a little mad at me for rolling on him but he’ll live.” And with that the child cooed in agreement, no longer fussy at you.

The sun had begun setting and that’s when you noticed the slight wince when the Mandalorian moved his arm, the large thick gash making you wrinkle your nose, blood wasn’t oozing out but it was still bleeding, “You’re hurt.” You observed softly.

He looked over his shoulder, stoically answering, “I’m fine.” trudging on once more as if the pain wasn’t something to be even slightly concerned about. But even without knowing him you couldn’t help but feel a little concerned, having an open wound couldn’t have been pleasant especially unattended. Your eyes glanced between him and the wound before biting against your lip, “How far away is your ship? It’s going to be dark soon and I don’t know how well commuting at night will be.”

The Mandalorian didn’t say anything for a full minute before pausing, sighing as you both exited the large canyon’s confined space, gaze scoping out the flat sand as he finally spoke, “Let’s set up camp.”

Camp was not what you thought it would be, but somehow, seeing as all he carried was his million weapons, you weren’t surprised he had scouted for a nice, somewhat flat sand plane, a few mounds giving you coverage from whatever he thought lurked in the desert. The desert’s cold was initially welcomed before it became cold, a twinge of a shiver running through you as you set down the child in your lap, rubbing your arms.

Taking note, the Mandalorian had set down a heat lamp between you both you rubbed your hands before placing them close to the lamp, the warmth didn’t compare but you’d rather be cold then hot. It was a nice change of pace being in the cold desert air compared to the stuffy encampment.

The filtered wince and buzz took you out of your thoughts, feeling a little relieved to see the Mandolorian was atleast attempting to tend to his wound...well you wouldn’t dub cauterizing his wound tending but it was better than nothing and leaving it open to a possible infection. Glancing at him wearily you couldn’t help but feel a little pity at another groan escaping him, pausing for a second before attempting to continue.

“Do you need help?” You asked quietly, shuffled in your seat as the child looked up at you and then towards the bounty hunter. The Mandalorian however only looked at you once before back at his arm, wincing once more as he continued, “I’m fine.”

You couldn’t help but curl a brow at his curt words, you had watched this man fight off three well trained bounty hunters and he presumably took out a whole base of mercenaries on his own with the help of one android, he was clearly a dangerous person, yet you still couldn’t stop the snark from escaping you, “Is that all you can say? You’re going to burn yourself if you don’t do it properly.”

Setting the child down you crawled over, not even thinking twice as you plucked torch from his hand. You couldn’t see his face, but judging by his quiet reaction, he was most definitely done with your snarkiness.

He said nothing however, only carefully observing as you gently pressed a hand against the thick fabric of his arm, the cut wasn’t too deep but it was fairly long and he had been nicked just beneath his pauldron, a well aimed blow from his opponent. Carefully you began cauterizing it once more, you could feel him jolt and tense beneath you though his reaction wasn’t near as violent as others in his position would be, it was clear he was used too this.

You had moved down towards the left of the wound, sealing it up as that was where he had left off, you had been close to finishing when a grabby little green set of hands had reached up immediately making you both look at the tiny child with an ironic yet adorably focused look, sighing you shook your head before setting the torch down, “What do you think you’re doing Jaa?”

The child bubbled a coo making a small smile place on your lips as you sat back down, placing the little weasel in your lap, internally worried if you kept your back on him any longer he’d toddle off into a sinkhole. He really couldn’t be trusted on his own. The Mandalorian seemed satisfied enough with your work on his arm and turned his attention to his armor. Taking a breath in contentment you laid down, pulling off your cloak with a shiver before wrapping it around the child for extra warmth.

The child continued to wiggle around as if trying to get a peep at the Mandalorian who paid you both no mind and continued sorting his armor as you kept it snuggled to your chest. Hopefully this man didn’t mind all the attention and mischief this little bundle of trouble brought along for the ride.

You were still sleepy, the sand wasn’t all too comfortable, in all honesty. But it got the job done and thankfully when you woke up the child was still snuggled against you though halfway turned.

It was just the beginning of sunrise when you set off again and the walk had mainly been quiet, by the time anything eventful happened it was close to midday, the Mandalorian paused before instantly pulling the rifle off his back, “Get down.”

Your heartrate spiked as you did as told, assuming the worst. What your vision was met with when you got down next to him was a familiar crawling fortress and the infamous brown hooded little shits that plagued every desert planet: Jawa’s, and lots of them festering like little parasites on a pile of dung.

You could only assume the pile of scrap was once the Mandalorians ship. What you didn’t expect was a loud shot to ring out causing you to jump, the Jawa’s did as well too when they watched their friend vaporize into nothing more than the air they breathed. But the Mandalorian didn’t stop there as he continued reloading his rifle aiming for the ones that were attempting to carry the last of the scrap they got from his ship until everyone had managed to escape inside the ship.

What you didn’t expect was the bounty hunter to be on his feet so fast as the ship began driving away, fumbling you attempted to follow after him as you rasped loudly, “We can’t chase a whole ship!”

He ignored you as he shot into it’s engine though not doing as much damage he would have liked, he sprinted ahead before yelling behind, “Stay here!” You could only part your lips several times as you watched him chase after the ship, this man was truly an idiot. You watched as he lunged out, grabbing a hold of the moving ship. But he was a skilled idiot to say the least.

The ship was getting farther away and you couldn’t help but wince at all the debri- presumably ship parts they threw at him.

He was even nearly crushed by a rock wall in the process though narrowly dodging it. You glanced at the child who in turn looked at you as well while cooing. Sighing you began trudging towards the ship that wheeled away. You could attempt an escape right now, but you were also dully aware of how dry your throat was and how lightheaded you were beginning to feel. He wasn’t a good bet, but you needed to stay alive if you wanted to care for the child.

Therefore this Mandalorian was your only option as of now.

This could go either two ways, the first being you find him somewhere along this canon unconscious- or potentially dead, or two he’ll meet you half away from however far this ship had went with all of his ships parts (hopefully) in tact.

Wiping the sweat from your brow you ignored the few Jawa’s you came across, that was a good sign at least, hopefully he had took the ship so you wouldn’t have to walk back. You weren’t a complainer but your head was becoming too light to walk straight and your throat felt like the sand beneath you. Your hopes had begun to dull when you saw a much bigger body ahead than what could be considered a Jawa, you only sighed as you facepalmed at the body of the Mandalorian in front of you. You would’ve been jumping for joy if he was dead in any other circumstances besides these.

But you could hardly walk on your own and he was your only ticket to water. You carefully kneeled down, setting the child down as you checked his pulse before sighing in relief, he must have either been paralysed or knocked unconscious during his fall. Maybe both.

Taking a seat you took a deep breath as you harshly blinked.

Why did it feel like you were swaying?

You could hear a wince beside you as you noticed the bounty hunter must have woken from his short unconscious state, groaning he sat up as he sharply looked ahead to find the ship long gone, sighing he glanced over to you and then the child that sat between you both, “I told you to stay back.”

“And here I thought you’d be glad to know I didn’t take the opportunity to run away.” You replied dryly as he stood up, attempting to stand up yourself only to sway once more, the bounty hunter taking a step towards you as if anticipating your fell that had yet to come.

“What’s wrong?” It was his first instinct, your eyes were dilated and you looked hazy, as if you were swaying on a cloud nine that was nowhere near this hellscape of Arvala-7, indignantly you took a careful step back, ignoring your lightheadedness as you replied hotly, “I’m fine.” You bent down, pausing for a second to keep your balance before plucking the child up.

The Mandalorian was silent for a moment before trudging forward, deciding to not question your obvious state. Maybe he was just as tired and simply not in the mood, or maybe he just didn’t care.

You weren’t sure, and honestly your mind was too fogged to care at this point.

The walk seemed to last a lot longer going back to the ship then it did getting here, or maybe you had lost track of time? You weren’t sure, you were happy to finally see the ship insight and even happier to sit on the walk ramp while the bounty hunter went to assess the damage.

Rubbing your eyes you squinted once more, swallow nothing but dryness as you heard the loud steps against the metal, “Come on, there’s someone who can help.”

You were half tempted to ask if you could just lay down, but given you weren’t sure what you were to this man you decided to not risk if, standing up though this time nearly falling, your vision was spotting and you could hardly keep your feet in a straight line. For once you were thankful he had picked up the child.

Because if you had it would’ve been an unpleasant situation as you smashed against the sand vision blurred into nothing but an unconscious void.

….

Your mind was distraught with confusion and your eyes felt heavy and hard too open, where were you? What had happened? You had a hard time retracing your memory as you coiled into yourself. You were brought back to the plane of reality however at the unfortunately familiar helmet that peered over you, “You should’ve told me you were dehydrated. When was the last time you had anything to drink?”

This was the loudest you heard his voice, he wasn’t yelling but he was always so quiet and without much to say, you would’ve assumed he had been worried if this wasn’t a bounty hunter who, you couldn’t say for sure but you’d take a guess in assuming you were his prisoner.

“I think that’s the longest I’ve heard you speak.” You could hear the exasperated sigh through his helmet making a tired smile pull on your lips, a chuckle attempting to escape you as you wheezed, “Day and a half? Maybe two? Jaa needed it more than me.”

Sitting up you rubbed your eyes only before a half a second later realizing the child was not against the safety of your chest, pupils dilated you sat up straighter eyes glancing around you as quick as you could, “He’s fine.” It was all the Mandalorian said before leaning down to hand you a pouch of, presumably water or some other liquid.

Just as he said those words you took a breath in relief at the sight of the child who had been chasing around one of the desert frogs on this…? You furrowed your brows as you unscrewed the cap, glancing around at the farm you appeared to be on. You couldn’t help but briefly close your eyes as the cool liquid water slid down your throat refreshingly, “Where are we?”

“Somewhere we can get help.” Was all he answered making you furrow your brows, clacking your tongue as you looked between him and the hand he held down for you, carefully he pulled you up, your head was still fairly light but you directed to drink the rest of the water in the pouch: slowly.

This was not direction from the Mandalorian, but the man who had shortly after introduced himself as Kuiil.

“We’re going to trade with the Jawa’s, or at least try too.” The Mandalorian grunted, not sounding very sold on the idea as you were briefed on the next step to take. Jawa’s were rarely fair in how they traded but it was admittedly a better idea than being stuck on Arvala-7 and hoping for someone to let you travel on their ship.

You gave a shrug altogether, “It could be worse, I mean at least they didn’t steal the whole thing….” Your eyes peered down at the ground as you scanned for the child only for your lips to part at what you found instead. The child having successfully caught his frog only to have it halfway down his mouth, “Spit that out; now!”

The younglings mouth quivered before dropping, as if pouting as the frog slid out and slapped against the ground before hurriedly hopping for it’s life, a noise that you could only assume was a fussy whine as you tutted walking over as you picked the child up, “You are such a little troublemaker.”

You couldn’t stop the small smile tugging on your lips as it’s ears perked down, as if still not happy with you for making it drop it’s snack, “Well you said we’d be leaving now, we shouldn’t waste anymore time.”

The speeder was no longer working in terms of driving but you were thankful Kuiil had tied it to his blurrg to be pulled along, your feet were absolutely aching and yet with another nightfall you couldn’t help but notice the darkening clouds that began to form.

“You’re it’s caretaker, yes?” Your gaze shot up to Kuiil who sat ahead on top of his blurrg, the ride had been otherwise quiet for the past few hours yet you couldn’t help but notice his stare linger occasionally when you’d murmur soft words to the child who had been playing in the back of the speeder.

Shifting you sat the child down where he could continue playing with the old netting as you sat up on the edge of the speeder, “Of sorts. I’ve taken care of the child since I was one myself,” You explained softly, peering out over the canyon of endless sand and out where the darkening clouds continued to form, “It’s just been us ever since.”

Pressing your lips together you had thought of going into more detail but you decided against it, most were naturally curious, but never enough to want anymore background than what you had just divulged.

Yet, you could feel the gaze of the Mandalorian on you, making your eyes flit to his helmet that had been briefly turned. You couldn’t help but feel unnerved sometimes by his void stare, unsure of who was truly beneath that helmet as he turned to face the front of the speeder once more, rifle in his lap as if he was on lookout.

A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, catching the child’s attention as it cooed in excitement, peering over the speeder before a loud rumble of thunder met your ears causing it to cry out, falling back down to the floorboard before toddling as fast as his little legs could take him too you.

You couldn’t stop the affectionate laugh as you hummed, the child wrapping his little arms around your shin before you picked him up, sitting down on the floorboard as you bundled him up in his out clothes, “Clearly it’s bedtime for someone.” It bubbled another whine at the loud rumble of thunder, the clouds looking near black as the sun set.

It was going to be a long night and you were going to be utterly soaked in the morning.

The crawling fortress may have looked intimidating to some, but to you, it looked like a rusted pile of junk that was a miracle provided it was still moving. You hadn’t paid too much attention, choosing to open the pouch of water you had manoeuvred open to catch the rainwater, letting the child happily drink from it before sleepily tugging against the fabric of your cloak.

Bringing the pouch up to your lips for a drink as well you couldn’t stop the smile from pulling on your lips at the sight of the Jawa, at first happy to see Kuiil until they had gotten a good look at what was behind him.

The Mandalorian was still sat, unmoving from his same spot for the past ten hours, rifle still in his lap and even though you couldn’t see his face, you had the vague impression he was itching to use it. The Jawa’s were practically scattering and you could hear their frantic chatter even from here, some clinging to others while some ran back into the fortress. You had even saw one up ahead from the others draw his blaster- though you were fairly certain it was for deactivating droids.

“They really don’t like you for some reason.” Kuiil observed, almost curious as to why, though all you could think of was yesterday morning being made to duck down while the Mandalorian went to town on recollecting what few parts was left of his ship.

As if sharing the same thought as you he replied nonpulsed, “Well I did disintegrate a few of them...” You couldn’t stop the silent snort from escaping your lips, you knew it wasn’t his intention to be funny, but it was hard to not laugh at his tone, as if this was an often occurrence. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

You clacked your tongue as you shuffled up from your seat on the floorboard, sitting back up against the edge of the speeder as you spoke up, “That’s not counting all the bodies I walked past to find you. I doubt they were happy about that either.”

“Well this all could have been avoided if they left my ship alone.” You pinched the bridge of your nose at the Mandalorian’s reply, not at all regretting his violent actions and if anything, most likely feeling justified.

You couldn’t help but notice all the Jawa’s that peered out from the fortress, more gathering outside as if ready to blast the Mandalorian back to the space of the outer rim and you supposed on a more, condensed level, you could understand. Had he just went to Kuiil to begin with instead of killing an eighth of their fortresses population they’d be a little more inclined to give him an easier time.

“You need to drop your rifle.” You couldn’t help but silently agree with Kuiil, feeling more and more uneasy at all the Jawa’s, they were small but you had learned early on to never overestimate someone’s size.

“I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are a part of my religion.” He wasn’t having any of it though, you could even see his grip on his rifle tighten as if anticipating one of the Jawa to strike out despite their constant chatter, maybe even hoping for it.

“Then you’re not getting your parts back.” Kuiil turned around as he replied, looking between you and the child and then back to the Mandalorian who only sighed exasperated, something you could only imagine he must have did often. Setting his rifle down as he stood up, turning around to face you as he spoke, “Stay here.”

You set the child down on the empty supply case as his little hands curled around the edge of the speeder, looking excited at the sight of the Jawa’s though you weren’t sure why, “Alright.” You weren’t going to question why though you didn’t see the harm. Jawa’s were thieving snakes but they were about as defenseless as the child, unless provoked.

Watching in curiosity you sat on the edge, letting your feet hang down as you pulled the cloak off which you had let hang to dry from the desert rain early that morning, wrapping it back around yourself as they sat down, “Hopefully they can peacefully trade everything and we can leave soon.”

The child glanced at you innocently, cooing as if in agreement as you turned back to the deal only to jump at the sight of the Mandalorian attempting to turn half the Jawa’s into a burnt early breakfast as Kuiil tried to get him to stop.

So much for peacefully…

Your attention however was drawn to the two Jawa’s who had approached your speeder, both chattering as their beady little red eyes glowed. Your expression coiled a little as your eyes flickered to the blaster the Mandalorian had dropped at the front of the speeder before asking, “Can I help you?” You glanced at them ungratefully at their lack of personal space, one attempting to poke at the child as you briskly picked him up in spite of protective instinct.

As if this was what they were discussing you could see the Mandalorian do a one-eighty as he twisted around, “Get away from them!” His temper flaring making the Jawa’s near you jump as they fumbled away from you and the child, admittedly for good reason after he almost burned half their friends.

You were grateful some progress had been made regardless, what you didn’t expect was being told you were going with them in the crawling fortress to the...egg? You hadn’t said anything but your expression made the Mandalorian throw up his hands, as if not knowing what that was supposed to mean either and at this point not caring.

The space was built for Jawa’s meaning it was a tight squeeze, for him at least. It was snug for you but you weren’t nearly as tall as him and the child could probably pass for a young Jawa, fitting in perfectly. The trip was fairly short though you were grateful for it, as the Mandalorian looked like he was on his last straw with these little devils.

“Let’s get this over with.” He sighed stepping down from ramp as you frowned, shifting the child against you as you glanced at his figure which paused, turning to look at you silently as if waiting for you to follow.

Your lips twisted into a frown however as you glanced at him, “This can’t be safe for the little one.” You could understand him wanting you to come as reassurance you wouldn’t run off, though at this point you had thought it was silently established you didn’t necessarily have a choice.

“You think it’ll be safer here?” The Mandalorian said it like a question of judgement though which made your brows press together, glancing back at all the Jawa’s before sighing, rubbing your forehead as you stepped down the ramp. He wasn’t wrong, Kuiil was here yes, but he wouldn’t look after the child like you would and Jawa’s were a sneaking sort.

Clacking your tongue you stopped in line with him as you gestured your hand, “Lead the way Mandalorian,” He had begun walking again as you hummed, following along the grove path as you glanced ahead and back towards him, “That’s a long name, doesn’t even sound like one. You don’t expect me to call you that the entire time, right?” The Mandalorian, just like you expected didn’t reply, only walking towards the path ahead that lead to this, egg, that the Jawa must have really prized for them to send you off on this hunt, “Mmm what about Mando? That’s a little easier on the tongue, what do you think Jaa?”

The child gave an enthusiastic coo though directed more at the bounce you gave him then at your words, still, you couldn’t help but smile at it’s own, eyes bright while peering up at you and grabbing at your hair, softly tugging on it before laying it’s head back against you, “You said it didn’t have a name.”

You glanced over to Mando, tilting your head in confusion for a moment before glancing back down at the child letting another smile pull on your lips as you answered, “He doesn’t, it’s just a nickname in my native tongue. Jaa still means Child.”

“Where did you find it?” Maybe you were taking it the wrong way, but you couldn’t help but feel like this was his first attempt at small talk with you since you had begun travelling with him in this short trip. Or maybe, he was really just as drawn to the child as you were, you couldn’t tell.

Glancing at the child who wiggled in your arms to peer ahead you pressed your lips together, debating if you should say, was he just curious? Was this for something else?

If there was one thing you weren’t certain of, it was the Mandalorians intentions with you and the child, “Akiva, my home planet. I was eight, maybe? I had ventured off from my tribes village when I found this one. I didn’t know I’d never see them again.” You glanced towards the ground, face growing somber before you continued, “But, I think it was meant to be. Me and this one, I feel like we’re connected somehow.”

You wouldn’t have been able to explain it even if you had the chance, the child let out a small whine at the large hole of a cave. Even you dimmed a little at the gross sight, filled with mud and overall an unpleasant sight, “You have to go in there...?” You felt a little pity, you wouldn’t lie.

Taking an overall view of his weaponry he replied, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, stay out here for now and stay back.” You weren’t sure of his reasoning but you stepped a few feet back as he entered into the cave. Whatever this thing was, you could only hope the egg was worth it.

Mando pulled out his blaster, taking one last moment to look at the opening before walking inside, he had been skilled enough to stay alive this long, you didn’t have a doubt he’d be successful inside.

You had began to pace to keep the child occupied, cooing softly as his little three fingers weaved into your hair. Your hearing was the first to catch the sound of the blaster, firing a few rounds off as you sighed in relief, only to tense again at the loud roar echoing…that didn’t sound good…

Your lips parted into a large gap at the sight of Mando nearly flying out as if the cave had spat him back out, landing in the mud with a groan, struggling to get up as the mother of the egg presumably exited the cave looking thoroughly pissed off.

This wasn’t going to be as easy as you had hoped. You could almost feel the nervous sweat break against the back of your neck as you took a few more steps back from the massive Mudhorn that growled.

As if sensing the danger the child clung to you tighter with a whine, burying into the fabric of your cloak as you securely held him. The chances weren’t looking good suddenly as Mando had struggled with unjamming his rifle that was undoubtedly clogged with mud, only to be bucked and thrown back once more making you involuntarily wince, that had to hurt.

The cry that had escaped the child though had you frozen in place as the Mudhorn turned to you, oh, oh shit. Taking a step back you swallowed thickly as it fully turned to you before taking off into a sprint, running at you full speed as you hurriedly ran to the side. The mud beneath you wet and slippery causing you to fall with a yelp, narrowly missing the large ram you heard against the wall.

The child was crying beneath you, bundled as best as you could as you struggled to put him into the bowled edge of the canyon, somewhere as safe as you could hope as you noticed the mudhorn aimed back on you. The child was almost vehement in not letting you go, terrified and crying with shrilled whimpers as you fumbled away from his little figure that reached out for you.

You could hardly register when the mudhorn had rammed into you, sending you up into the air before crashing back into the ground, mud forced beneath your fingers and you were positive the taste of dirt in your mouth was due to being face first into the slop.

Your mind was fuzzy when you struggled to stand up, watching Mando being thrown off towards the caves entrance once more in an attempt to use his cable cord on it, it was worth a short you supposed.

Your legs were too weak as you collapsed onto them, hands digging into the mud in frustration as you watched Mando being sent back towards the child once more, this time he looked near out of it having been sent on his back one too many times. You didn’t think you’d die to a pissed off mudhorn because of a bounty hunter but, life certainly was strange, wasn’t it?

You had expected to watch the life crushed from the Mandalorian but even with your hazy vision your lips parted at the sight before you, the mudhorn roaring and snarling while in attempt to run at him yet it couldn’t move anywhere, as if stuck in place. And slowly, ever so slowly, it had began to raise in midair. You had thought you were just seeing things before but...your gaze fell to the child, it’s eyes closed as if heavily focused, little hand outstretched.

You really weren’t alone...

Falling back against your bottom you jumped at the sound of its feet crashing onto the ground, a loud snarl escaping it and looking as if it were about to use it’s horn to send the Mandalorian back once more. Outstretching your arms in desperation, you were so close to finishing this! You felt as if your heart was nearly lurched from your chest, the blood in your veins rushing as the mudhorn was sent flying back towards it’s cave, slamming against the wall with a loud wail, collapsing just as you did.

Your head instantly throbbing as you struggling to sit back up.

The Mandalorian had stood almost stunned, looking between you and the child. Struggling to stand up your gaze went to the child and as if on instinct you both had noticed it had fall back collapsed. Worry stringing through you as you ignored the flush of pain through your whole body and the sudden heaviness of your limbs. Was he okay? You couldn’t help but worry for the worst.

You were nearly shoulder to shoulder with him as you pulled the child into your arms, hand brushing over it’s little head to check on him as your lips quivered slightly, “What was that? That...thing you both did.”

You knew what Mando was talking about, feeling slightly self conscious you only glanced at the canyon before finally meeting his eyes, uncertainty filling you as you pressed your lips together, you had dealt with odd occurrences like this since you were a child. And you had never met anyone like you, not until this child came into your life, you didn’t know what it meant. But you knew you belong with this little one.

“I don’t know.” You couldn’t provide him an answer, as you didn’t know yourself. All you did know was this little child had the same power as you, and it made you feel a little less lonely, less like a freak. When you had first discovered it that was when you realized this was meant to be, you were meant to care for this child.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years

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The Phoenix & The King (Part 1)

Short Story # 1

Harald X Oc

Words - 1,931

Year posted - 2020

Bare in mind.

Gregor is 6'9 Sandor is 6'6 Jade is 6'4 Harald is 5'9

The arrival of the Clagane siblings had been an anticipated and nervous year for Kattegat. Why? Because when the news reached Queen Aslaug that they were headed for Kattegat, she and everyone else had assumed it was not a good thing. She like many others had heard the rumors about the Clagane siblings, how brutal and merciless they were. How they would kill anyone standing in their way without a second thought. But what made the rumors so worrying was that they were rumored to be giants, or atleast part giant. So Queen Aslaug sent for King Harald and his army, to aid her and her people if need be. Harald agreed and set sail for Kattegat with his brother and a small army, not believing he would need all of his men if there was even a fight. They arrived a month before the Claganes, and in that time Harald and his brother sat at the main road leading into Kattegat, watching and waiting for their arrival. Oftentimes talking about the rumors going around about the siblings.

The day finally arrived as the Clagane siblings rode into Kattegat. The sight of the three siblings perched upon some of the largest draft horses Harald or anyone else had ever seen. "They really are giants." Halfdan breathed out in surprise watching as they dismounted simultaneously. "The biggest guy must be The Mountain, that would mean the one with the wolf helmet is The Hound, and their sister." Harald cut his brother off. "The Phoenix." He breathed out unable to take his eyes off of the tall woman. "Why do you suppose they call her that?" Halfdan wondered aloud. "Because she's nearly been killed in battle many times, but she always recovers within no time. She's believed to be impossible to kill." Harald replied to his brother pointing to her face subtlety. "They say she is covered from head to toe in those scars, and they say the scars on her face are the fewest on her body." Harald then pointed to The Hound, who had just removed his helmet. "And him, rumors say that The Mountain did that to him when they were children, melted his own brothers face because he was playing with The Mountains toys." Halfdan shook his head in disbelief watching The Mountain as he handed his horse off to a stable boy. "Come let's go greet the giants." Harald nudged his brother with his elbow, the both of them standing together figuring if they Claganes were hear to fight they would have known by now. "Let me be the first to welcome you all to Kattegat." Harald smiled tilting his head up a little to meet their gaze. "I am King Harald of Vestfold and this is my brother Halfdan." He smacked the back of his brothers shoulder with a small laugh. "It's a pleasure to meet you King Harald." Phoenix offered a small smile, ignoring the scoffs from her brothers. "I didn't realize we were expected." She added eyeing the King and his brother. "Yes well the news of your arrival was worrisome for Queen Aslaug, we have been awaiting you for some time now." Phoenix arched a brow. "Worrisome?" She all but hissed. "We have heard how fearsome and formidable you three are on the battlefield, Queen Aslaug had been worried that your arrival here wasn't a social one." Phoenix craned down to look Harald in the eyes when he finished speaking. "Do you really think you'd stand a chance against us, if we had wanted to tear this place apart?" The sinister gleam in her eyes caused Harald's heart to race, his stomach knotting in anticipation of being in such close proximity of her. "If the rumors are to be believed, I would imagine we wouldn't." He answered truthfully, his words causing Phoenix to smirk. "Smart man." She stood to her full height as Queen Aslaug made her way over, her son's trailing behind, while many of the townsfolk flocked around the nearby area to see the giants for themselves. "You must be The Phoenix." Aslaug smiled up at the taller woman. "Jade will do fine your grace." Phoenix bowed her head respectively. "Come you all should rest, I'm sure your journey was tiring." Aslaug smiled politely turning back to the Great Hall, the Claganes following her, then Harald and Halfdan following behind. "She's incredible." Harald muttered to his brother staring at Jades ass.

---A little while later---

"I'm going hunting, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Phoenix warned her brothers whom rolled their eyes in return. "Fuck off." Gregor scoffed downing the rest of his ale. "I'll be back later." She ignored her brother's harsh words a she left the Great Hall, Harald trailing after her. "Would you like me to join you?" Harald asked as Phoenix was removing her bow from her horses saddle. "I hunt best alone." She answered without even looking his way, as she tied her quiver onto her belt. "Well I wish you luck." Harald was disappointed she had declined his offer, but he smiled anyways watching her stalk away towards the woods.

---A few short hours later---

Steadying her bow Phoenix held her breath ready to take the shot, the buck a hundred yards away unaware of his nearing end. But before she was able to release the sting of her bow a strong force slammed into her back, knocking her bow out of her hands the arrow firing and missing its target. Quickly Phoenix spun on her heel as five wolves began circling her. "Fuck." She muttered to herself pissed she didn't bring her sword, and knowing she couldn't get to her bow. The first wolf lunged and Phoenix was able to catch it by the ribs, throwing it as hard as she could into a tree, the sheer force breaking the beasts back killing it. Pulling her dagger from her belt she stabbed the second wolf in the heart as it leapt at her. Managing to slash the thirds throat as she removed her blade from the second wolf. The fourth and fifth wolf's collided into her side knocking her down, her dagger sinking into her left shoulder, the pain only angering her more. The fourth wolf lunged for her throat as she got back to her feet, the blade still buried in her flesh. Without thinking Phoenix caught the fourth wolf by its bottom jaw, her hand inside its mouth. The beast tried biting down as Phoenix pulled its jaw down harshly, practically ripping the jaw clean off killing the wolf. The last wolf was clearly the alpha and was smarter than the others, so before Phoenix could prepare herself the fifth wolf latched itself onto her right forearm, knocking her onto her back. It's teeth tearing the flesh apart with ease, since she came in some simple leather armor rather than her normal metal armor. Crying out in both pain and anger Phoenix grabbed a large rock from beside her, slamming it into the beasts skull until it stopped breathing. Adrenaline and anger pumping through her veins Phoenix tossed the wolf aside then grabbed her bow. Figuring she shouldn't go back empty handed she roped the wolves together and slung the rope across her chest, being careful of the dagger still sticking out of her shoulder.

Trudging back to Kattegat was an angry journey for Phoenix, the pain only fueling the hate filled fire within her. And as she emerged from the woods covered in blood, Harald's heart froze. She walked passed his shocked form and made her way to the Great Hall, droplets of sweat running down her face and neck. It wasn't until Phoenix handed the wolves off to a slave that Harald was able to urge his body to move, jogging to follow her into the Great Hall. "Jade what happened?" Harald questioned as she barged into the Great Hall, the commotion starling everyone inside, the sight of Jade all bloody caused panic to rise in Aslaug. "I was attacked by those wolves." Phoenix grunted flopping down at a table off the side of the main room, a slave running to her side with clean water and rags. "Bring me a needle and some thread." Phoenix instructed the slave as she removed the ruined brace on her arm, then pulling the dagger from her shoulder with a deep growl rumbling in her chest. "Hold this against the wound would you?" Phoenix handed Harald a rag, working around him removing her upper armor to have better access to the gash. Harald had quickly sank to his knees beside her holding the rag in place, his heart racing a mile a minute. The slave came back a moment later with the needle and thread, and attempted to patch Phoenix up. "Don't." The woman growled shooing the slave away, then Harald's hands. Grabbing another rag Phoenix dipped it into the bowl of water, then began cleaning her shoulder. Once the wound was clean she stitched it shut, growling in pain every so often. After that was finished she got to work on her right arm, cleaning then stitching the already scarred flesh. "Let me." Harald muttered taking the wrapping from her hand to wrap her arm himself. "I'm fine King Harald." She sighed in annoyance at the throbbing pain in her arm. "I know you are, just let me help." He smiled at her with sincere eyes. "You should go before my brother's arrive, they may kill you." She added as he finishing up his handy work. The Great Hall doors bursting open before Harald could speak. "To late." She muttered as Gregor and Sandor marched over to her side, their anger wafting off of them in waves, making everyone within the hall shiver in fear, all except Phoenix. "What the fuck happened?" Sandor bellowed practically shoving the King aside without a care. "I was being hunted by wolves." She stated as if it was obvious, cleaning the blood from her hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Gregor growled at the King, glaring down at him. "He was only trying to help." Phoenix cut in before Harald would make the mistake of challenging her brothers. "Like hell he was, he's been eyeing you since we arrived. Planing to have you bent over like some bitch, until he's done with you." Gregor accused causing Phoenix to stand to her full height, shoving her eldest brother back. "You shut your fucking mouth Gregor." She threatened with a dangerous look in her eyes. "Stop being a whinny little cunt and sit back down, I need to make sure you stitched it right." Sandor intervened not so lightly shoving his sister back down, closely inspecting her work. "Stay away from her." Gregor warned the King before leaving the Great Hall again. "This isn't the first time I've stitched myself up, my work is fine." Phoenix argued with Sandor who sent her the faintest hint of a smile. "I know I just didn't want you and Gregor to tear this place apart trying to kill eachother." Sandor grunted before leaving the Great Hall as well. "I'm sorry about them." Phoenix offered an apologetic smile to Harald. "Don't be their only protecting their little sister." He smiled warmly. "Would you like to walk with me?" Phoenix asked standing to her full height, practically towering over the fawning King. "It would be my honor." He offered her another smile, following her out of the Great Hall. Leaving everyone in the Great Hall confused, and a little fearful.

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flaine1996 · 4 years

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Reassignment

Sooo lol! Update on project timeline: slow but progressing

to the point I have actually written a bit of a story that will be most likely implemented in the timeline with small photoesque pictures on it xD so here goes more under the cut :)

–June of 2183–

Shepard had found herself in an alliance outpost in one of the colonies inside the Attican Traverse. She hated it.

Not that there were places she liked but more so, it felt way too close to home. Causing her hands to clench and unclench repeatedly. She would never admit to being nervous but the feeling of being in rough terrain without a full set of armor and a full arsenal of weaponry made her feel naked and exposed just like before. Her blood boiled as the air around her started to shimmer a comforting soft blue hue.

She took a deep breath. Fortunately enough though for the colony she landed in, it became apparent that the Alliance had not spared an expense in making sure they were fully equipped for any sort of attack or raid by any species. And by any Shepard truly meant the batarians. No one wanted a repeat of Mindoir. No one. She’d make sure of that.

The colony had a firm presence of Alliance soldiers patrolling the areas of the colony in the latest M35 Mako and small bunks of alliance outpost itself lining the outer edges of the colony making sure that any entry or exit would be checked thoroughly and carefully by the Alliance Soldiers. In the center of the town itself was the central hub of alliance personnel. Considering how this was the latest expansion of the Alliance to the Attican Traverse they would do anything to protect it. If only they’d do the same for the rest. But considering Shepard’s status in the Alliance her words amount to the dirt on a soldier’s boot. Not that she ever shared her thoughts. Not that anything mattered to her regarding Alliance affairs.

She took another swig of colonial homebrewed beer. The one benefit of these outposts was that the colony felt safe enough to focus on their own development. Small houses to big buildings lined the area that was not occupied by the Alliance. The effects of it were noticeable from agriculture to infrastructure. Considering how much time would’ve been spent on security now that the Alliance was here people could focus on the important things. Like alcohol. One good thing then.

Shepard knew she had to meet her contact in the central hub of the alliance but honest to god seeing the faces of any Alliance high ranking officials may as well end up with a blood bath. Especially the fact that none of them were ever able to hide the disdain they had for her. Even the Alliance Soldiers would not stop there constant whispering in her presence. Dumb fucks don’t know how to shut up. She’d do them all a favor and sew their mouth shut but apparently System Alliance Regulations do not condone such acts to civilians nor peers. Hypocrites. Which is why she sent her location to the private line given to her by her contact.

Shepard closed her eyes and forced herself to focus on her breathing. The silence of the makeshift pub was comforting if not foreboding. She had taken a seat in the far end closed off to the other patrons. Though patrons is a too generous of a word, after all she was the only one here. That didn’t stop her from drinking though. Though the only sensation she felt was of the metallic floor underneath her which was in an odd sense grounding as if the metal had swallowed her boots and refused to let her float away to the unknown darkness above them. She felt the ends of her mouth twitch, the alcohol must truly be getting to her. As she turned her head to the side she noticed she was on the eleventh bottle by now. “Where in hell was her goddamn contact”, she thought to herself bitterly.

Though it did give her time to appreciate more of the décor of the place with the lights dim enough not to be disturbing and small windows at the side filtering the rays of the sun from getting inside considering it was 8 in the goddamn morning. The owner or atleast bartender was standing in his makeshift bar with a metallic table to isolate himself from his customers and a full closet behind him stacked with common labels to their special homebrewed beer that apparently they had yet to name. Work in progress, he said. She was never the type to refuse a drink. Though in this case a particular strong one with a hint of herbs? One in particular was one her mother often used mugwort was the name. The rest she couldn’t even name, deciding then to might as well talk to the barkeep about the ingredients so as to not go directly to the alliance central hub, find her contact and kick their ass from here and then back to the earth.

She opened her mouth from her seat when a familiar rough but comfortably warm voice rang out, “It’s good to see you enjoying yourself.”

Shepard could not have shot to her feet quicker and her spine straightened as her right hand was raised near her forehead, “Good morning, Captain Anderson, Sir!”

Anderson hadn’t changed a bit his hair still shaved and cropped closely to his head, his stature still fit and combat ready as ever, and his expression still weary and guarded but she can see a small smirk playing at his lips and his eyes exuding warmth from its natural brown color though a few more extra lines could be seen underneath them.

“At ease, soldier,” he replied without missing a beat and his lips still holding on to that smirk, “Though I seem to recall that soldiers usually raise their right hand rather than their left.”

Shepard had to do a double take to see whether Anderson was lying when she heard a soft chuckle from him, “I also remember you being more guarded than to fall for these kinds of tricks.”

Shepard rolled her eyes as she dropped her stance immediately, “If you have time to joke around then I suppose this isn’t as serious as I thought. You wouldn’t have been using another name to call me here unless…”

Shepard’s eyes turned to slits as her stance changed into one of a prey trapped to the wall. Anderson knew it well especially when he would bring up a conversation, she wanted no part of.

This time it was Anderson’s turn to straighten his spine, after all dealing with Shepard required him to use his full authority and to strong arm especially when she was ready to bolt. “Take a seat. We have a lot to discuss.”

“To hell with that, I am not ha—”

“Ezner Mason Shepard, Take. A. Seat.”

Shepard shut her mouth hard that the grinding of her teeth could be heard but she did as she was told and sat down.

Anderson couldn’t help feeling a bit proud of the little victory as his smirk grew a bit wider even as Shepard sat there foot tapping at the metal floor quite harshly, he continued as he sat down and leaned in with a much softer tone to hopefully coax her to being more honest to him and to herself, “This is a great opportunity for you, Ezner. I really cannot understand why you are adamant to not be transferred to the frigate.” the last words were spoken a bit more quietly in case there were ears on the walls, “If this is about what happened in—”

Shepard did not hesitate as she stared Anderson down, “Then there is nothing further to discuss, Captain.” Despite her cold harsh words she still hadn’t moved from her seat.

Anderson then sat straighter deflated but not defeated, “Shepard I will not stand by and watch you ruin your own career by your own sheer stubbornness. The Alliance are already trying to make an official case against you to have you dishonorably discharged. Fortunately all they have is your misconducts not enough to build a case on.” Shepard barely budged from her chair as her posture slackened and her expression remained absolutely neutral, “Let me guess you also vouched for my attitude but the higher ups don’t give a shit for grunts like me and the only reasons the council wont let me go,” a disruption could be felt in the air as a blue hue engulfed the beer bottle lifting it precisely to Shephard’s lips, “Let me guess it was Hackett again? This what i get for fucking his grandau–”

“Shepard.” Anderson’s voice was devoid of its usual warmth that it even made Shepard noticeably sit straighter to the trained eye, “I know you have disagreements with Admiral Hackett but show him the respect he deserves. He helped you on torfan.”

“More like tossed me out of the Alliance as fast as he can,” Shepard muttered.

“Wasn’t that by your request? And then what did you proceed to do? Piss off all your commanding officers to the point you’ve been sent from one ship to the next.” Anderson replied as a matter-of-factly, “And yet here I am, willing to offer you the best second chance you can ever get and you still deny it. What will it take, Shepard, to get you on my ship?”

“Wait… Your ship? Last I heard…”

“Things have changed back in the Alliance. They gave me the ship and allowed me to hand pick my crew personally.”

“No wonder you’ve been hounding me more incessantly. Using another name too, not bad. Wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for him.”

“Javier knows I borrowed his contact. Only way to get you to meet me face to face.”

“He has information on Balak. That’s more important than any damn ship,” Shepard said her face contorting with anger as her hands grip the edge of her metallic chair creating a dent.

“Not just a ship, Ezner, The ship. The best that the alliance will ever have. And I want you onboard,” Anderson’s voice was filled with conviction once more and a fire burning bright.

Only to be snuffed out by Shepards words, “No. I am content with where I am.”

Anderson leaned back and examined Shepard carefully. Her rusty orange hair cut short to the base of her neck, her scar on top of her right eye spanning down onto her left cheek much less pronounced than five years ago, and her built was still as muscular as you would expect a vanguard soldier to be. She was still in better shape than before and her expression still was as cold as stone but the fire alight in those grey eyes was still there ever since he first found her under the rubble in mindoir.

“I see but that does beg the question where is your team now,” Anderson asked as he searched the perimeter for any that looked like an official alliance soldier and found none - aside from a wandering local whose face had met the table after three local drinks in - “As far as I can tell there aren’t any here unless you soldiers have been recruiting civilians in and per regulations i will have to suspend your operations. Making you as they say legally free.”

“Funny, but no we don’t do that. Ever,” if looks could kill Shepards stare would incinerate a man, “There… Somewhere.”

“In this colony?”

“…..”

“In this planet?”

“Not exactly,” Shepard replied slightly adjusting from her seat trying to hide any body language that could give her away.

“There not here are they,” Anderson quickly caught on. The fact that Shepard was no longer looking him straight in the eye means she had done something. Quite possibly illegal.

“I left them on Anhur. One of Balaks men was stationed there apparently were gonna be getting more information,” Shepard admitted, knowing for a fact if she didn’t answer him now he’d find a way to get the information and it would be more of a pain in the ass having the team of soldiers she was with believing she was being favored by the amazing wonderful Captain Anderson.

“And you left all of that to come to me? I’m touched,” Anderson replied with a soft smile despite the sarcasm in his words, “Im guessing they do not know you are here?”

“Says the man using a fake name,” She replied brutally honest but a small smile played on her lips as she looked at him, “And no, they don’t.”

“And how did you get here,” Anderson was curious now afterall she had illegally come here of her own free will for the information how did she plan to go back?

“I may have procured a shuttle and a pilot.” Shepard replied cleaning what looked to be dirt on the table.

“Procured,” Anderson suspiciously asked as he raised his eyebrow that hadn’t sounded like shepard at all.

She looked him straight in the eye then, “Fine, I threatened him that id take off his legs and beat him to death with it if he didn’t take me to and from the area I needed to go. And yes, he resisted and yes i broke his toes just 4 of them in one foot. Okay, five one in the other as a warning. Happy?”

Anderson shook his head, “Violence Ezner does not always work out the way you want it too, even if you think it leads to the results you want.”

Shepard let out a huff but said nothing, letting the silence fill the air.

Her shoulders slumped, “Look Anderson, I get what your trying but I really am fine where I am. I don’t need your handouts. I’m doing much better on the frontlines than I am stationed at some decorative ship.”

“It’s not decorative, Shepard. It’s a state of the line frigate war ship co-created by the Tu–”

“Save your lines for the media. I know what it is, You’ve been sending me those damn reports how could I not have known it by now.”

“Then do you know you’ll be working for me as my Executive Officer, You will be on the field when I can’t and lead the crew and advise me when necessary” Anderson said with pride in his tone, “Alongside with the best damn crew you will ever get to know.”

There was a long pause as Shepard stared directly at Anderson’s eyes. This was always Shepards habit everytime she weighed judgement she would always stare down someone’s eyes. Anderson was sure that this time Shepard had finally seen what he could see. Her greatness.

“No,” Shepard replied resolutely as she stood up.

Anderson then heaved a long sigh, “Whatever you think your punishment or redemption or whatever you think your out there looking for, I really hope you find it soon, Shepard. Before it eats you whole.”

Shepard only gave him a glance before leaving the makeshift bar. Shepard breathed the fresh air of the colonial planet looking at it with one more glance and strengthening her resolve as she thinks to herself, “Because she would no longer drag anyone down to the depths of hell she would create and she would keep everyone safe, no matter the cost.”

Anderson sat there for a few minutes both tired and frankly disappointed. He already knew how this talk would go considering her determined and constant disapproval of transferring anywhere near his command. She had completely closed off after torfan much less when the Alliance not only denounced her and shipped her off - per her request- out into the traverse right after finishing her N7 training. The Alliance wanted to wash their hands clean off of her and yet Anderson wouldn’t let them. Shepard was the only soldier he met that could stand their ground against anything and anyone. More than that, the would survive and thrive in any conditions. The perfect soldier just needed a guiding hand and he was more than willing to reach out no matter what it takes. He stood up and walked briskly back to the ship that had brought him here and as he reached his quarters he opened his omnitool to contact the one man who could help him get her under his command and to greater heights.

Anderson then recorded a voicemail to a private line, “Spectre Nihlus, You may not remember me but we have met during the council meeting of allowing a human spectre into the Special Tactics and Reconnaissance. I am Captain David Anderson of the System Alliance Military. I have handpicked personally a potential recruit and would like your affirmation. Attached to this file will be personal data, biography, and achievements they have done. Hoping to hear from you soon. Captain Anderson out.”

#pre mass effect 1 #mass effect 1 #mass effect #Commander Anderson #Commander Shepard #Ezner Shepard #my oc #my writing #Project Timeline #Javier

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asagimeta · 5 years

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Ok listen, yes season five is going to be full of Supercorp pain but you know what else it's going to be? Crisis

Now ofcourse this isn't necessarily a good thing, especially because the Supergirl episode is being held until after winter break wich means the angst is going to be unbelievable, but there is a chance that the core of Supergirl's connection to Crisis is going to be... Lena

Hear me out

Each show is leaving an ostrich sized easter egg to lead us into Crisis, but wile Arrow's and The Flash's are pretty obvious tie-ins to their respective shows, Supergirl's is ... not

I mean, yes, J'onn has a brother who wants him dead, and the Anti-Monitor brought Lex back to life (assumingly) but neither of those are earth shattering ties to the overarching story of Supergirl, Lena, however, is, but I'll get to that later

Arrow's plot for Crisis is pretty obvious- Oliver fullfilling his promise to the Anti-Monitor in order to save Kara and Barry, this will not only greatly impact his series, but considering that Arrow is ending, it's really more of a send-off than anything else

The Flash's plot for Crisis is equally clear- The series-long drama concerning Barry's vanishing will finally come to a head and The Flash is bound to be forever changed by it

Legends Of Tommorrow won't air until tommorrow and Batwoman won't air until next year, so those two are currently N/A, wich is fine honestly, as Elseworlds- the pre-cursor to Crisis- was really mostly about Oliver, Barry, and Kara

But this leaves Supergirl as the odd one out

Two of the three shows that built the groundwork for Crisis via Elseworlds will be permenantely impacted by Crisis in a way that culminates a very large part of their entire series to date, but Supergirl's Crisis clue was.... not that

J'onn's brother has had no precident in Supergirl's canon up until now, nor is there- to my knowledge- an overarching plot about him and Kara from the comic books, Lex Luthor potentially coming back to life was hardly a clue and even if it was, let's remember that Lex is on LOAN to Supergirl, unlike other major players like Lena, Brainy, and Nia, he isn't meant to be a permenant integration to Supergirl, he's only there to come in and out like Superman does, so whatever happens regarding him will only *add* to Supergirl's story, not be the center of it, even more confusing, Supergirl doesn't have any connections to time travel right now the way that Arrow, Flash, and even Legends do, I had originally assumed that the bleak future Imra told Kara about when the Legion came to help with Reign was going to come back into play, after all, the Legion did leave Brainy for us as a permenant connection to the future, but there wasn't a single breath about anything from season three at all, meaning this seems unlikely to be the case

So that leaves us with quite a quary- if The Flash and Arrow are giving us nods to Crisis that will greatly impact their shows on a level that the audience immediately understands, what has Supergirl done that's similar?

Revealed the truth to Lena, that's what

Wile Lena wasn't part of the show from season one, this isn't the CW's fault, she was part of the show from the moment that the CW got ahold of it, meaning that any seeds they may have wanted to plant for this like they did with The Flash could *only* be established starting from season two

Because the CW only had access to Supergirl starting season two, I'm going to disregard season one for the purpose of this meta, not because I don't like season one or because I don't consider it canon (I do- on both counts) but because the CW had no way of influencing anything that happened on season one and any overarching plans couldn't have been established then

So from the start of Supergirl's run on the CW, one of the biggest overarching stories has been about Lena finding out, unlike others such as Nia, Cat, and various villains that come and go, the theme of her secret identity is not something that comes and goes, nor is it something that can potentially be waved away with a little bit of trickster-ness on Kara's part (think J'onn masquerading as Kara in front of Cat), it's never been handled as a cute tongue-and-cheek thing or even an inevitability the way it was with Nia, with Lena it's never been a question of "when?" but "if?", it's never been treated as a laughing matter either the way it sometimes was with Cat- who half the fandom is legitimately quite sure already knew anyway

With Lena, it's always been something serious, even in the cutest moments of potential-reveals, there's always been a real sense of drama there, and that's the one overarching story that the CW has been planning since the beginning- particularly that's come to land right now, at the end of season four

Much like Barry's newspapper finally coming to fruition- with a near gurantee of resolution in Crisis- Kara's ultimate story about her secret identity- wich is something her story has focused on far more than the others- has also come to a head and promises a sort of resolution next season- I predict in Crisis

But there are two different ways this story can go down:

1. Lena The Villain

2. Lena The Hero

It's the same juxtapositioned conflict that Lena has dealt with during the ENTIRE show, and I predict that Crisis will resolutely solidify her position one way or another

Crisis is very much doing the same thing Avengers did with Endgame, it's creating a pre and post era system, just as the MCU will always be defined by "pre-Endgame" an "post-Edgame", the Arrowverse will always be defined as "pre-Crisis" and "post-Crisis"

Post-Crisis Arrowverse will be a universe without Arrow in it, a universe without the looming threat of Barry vanishing in Crisis, and a universe without the question of weather Lena is ultimately good or evil, it'll introduce a new era that will likely install a new Mega Plot to unfold over the course of five or six years

But back to Lena

There's always been a push-and-pull about Lena's goodness, not only on screen, with Lena consistantly having to turn away from temptations that would lead her down an evil path, but behind the scenes as well, with the writers admitting quite consistantly that Lena would have times of straddling the moral fence and that they had considered her going down a darker path, and with Melissa comparing Kara and Lena to early!Clark and Lex, as, after all, Clark and Lex were closer than brothers, once upon a time, now with Lex gone- for a time atleast- and Lena having a real, personal motivation to hurt Supergirl, without Kara weighing in as a concious, she's being set up to look like a villain

I, personally, don't think she'll turn into one, but for the sake of arguments and theorizing let's just say she does

Crisis would be the launching pad of Lena emerging not as morally grey or going down a crooked path, but as a full-on, bonefied villain that's out to get Supergirl

It would certainly launch a new period for Supergirl as a show, a point of no return, something that would solidly be "Pre-Crisis" vs "Post-Crisis"

If Lena launches as a villain that could be Kara's big conflict for Crisis, having to fight her best freind, it could even be a matter of Kara rewriting the universe so that Lena never found out she was Supergirl.... or rewriting it so that she told Lena herself, both of wich are possible with time travel, wich will almost certainly be at play

Lena Luthor would certainly be a villain mighty enough to possibly bring about the end of the world, especially if she wasn't the only one responsible for it

However, I don't think this is what's going to happen, I think Lena is going to join the Super Freinds officially... and start by saving Supergirl during Crisis

Once again, that will solidify her as good forever, no longer raising the question of where her allegiance is, and it'll also create a very clear pre-era vs post-era

We know that Oliver made a deal to save Kara and Barry, but we don't know if that deal means they'll go into Crisis wearing virtual plot armor (meaning what would have initially killed them no longer happens at all) or if that deal creates two life-savers for them that weren't initially going to be there, such as Lena Luthor, who wasn't going to be part of this until she found out who Supergirl was, and, as consequence, has become more wrapped up in the Big Bad Battles since finding out (that doesn't mean Lena necessarily has been helping Kara through 5A, just that she's more involved in what's going on than ever before, wich is pretty reasonable to suggest, all things considered)

Oliver's deal with the anti-Monitor was enacted before this episode aired after all, so whatever Oliver did, it's set in stone, it's very possible that he created a life-line option for both of his freinds, thus why Lena found out now of all times, after so long of not knowing, that only set in motion that she would be involved in Crisis.... and be there to save Supergirl from something that would have otherwise killed her

Obviously I have no proof of any of this but I just find it really odd that for one of the three connected to Crisis through Elseworlds, for one of the two that Oliver made his deal for, the only Crisis hint we got is for a charector that ... isn't even going after Supergirl

At all

He has nothing to do with her, and Anti-Monitor doing whatever he did with Lex doesn't give us any real hints about where Crisis is taking Kara's storyline, it doesn't even prove that Lex will be facing Supergirl in Crisis at all, there's still a possibility that Superman comes back from Argo and we get a Clark vs Lex showdown- even a small one, after all for the biggest crossover in DC's TV history, it'd be weird to have Lex there and not Superman

Furthermore, it isn't like Supergirl has no way of incorporating time travel, Brainy's entire charector is based on that concept, last season was entirely about it and even told of a future where Supergirl not only is no longer alive, but where she too dissappeared long before Imra was even born, that would have been the PERFECT tie in for Kara and Crisis but it wasn't even remotely hinted at, meaning they're going to be doing something completely different, they have to have a better tie-in for her to not have used something so obvious

So what does that leave? Where is Kara's actual story in all of this? It could very well be with Lena, it's the option that makes the most sense, after all

#Supergirl #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor #Crisis On Infinite Earths #Arrowverse #Supergirl spoilers #spoilers

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smutandfluffohmy · 5 years

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Prince Charming

From: Smutandfluffohmy Character Parings: Reader X Peter Pan X another girl Warnings/note: Swearing. Implied sex. Heavy mentions of alcohol. Longgg (Not a warning but Bisexual reader just for context of paring.) Requests: I would like to request from the prompt list 164,174,229,130 with pan 164- “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each other?” 174- “I don’t need a Prince Charming saving me.” 229- “Somebody’s in love!” 130- “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!” Word count: 3.1K A/N: FIRST FIC OF 2019 🌟Hopefully a part 2 (?).If you have any request for part 2 or a different/new story don’t hesitate to leave it in my ask box! orrrr it could be an opened ended fix ? (Wink wonk)

Your lungs ached as you struggled to fill them with air as branches hit your face, blood trickling down it. The wet leaves squishing under your boots as you peaked over your shoulder as an arrow passed by flying as it cut your cheek open.

“Fuck this.” You murmured under your breath as you took a sharp turn drawing your sword out in front of you ,the bag of gold jingling against your leg, peeking from behind the tree you brought the sword to your face ready to fight. The hard steps of the horses getting closer to you as you felt your heart at your throat. After everything you’ve been through is this really the way you were going to die?

“She went this way!” You heard a knight call out as their armor clanged against each other, the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn sounding through the forest. They were getting closer as your breath hitched in your throat. “Too many of them and only one of me” You thought. The doorsteps stopped on the other side of the tree you were behind, the woods felt so small too small, your Adeline started pumping through your veins determined not to die as a common thief.

The leaves and gravel scratching against the earth as they stepped closer, gripping your sword tightly in your hands you stepped out from behind the tree. Swinging your sword at the knight in front of you as the clang of metal against metal sounded throughout the once quiet forest, suddenly as if out of nowhere knights from all different directions started appearing.

“Need some help.” A voice said from behind you as you could feel their back pressed against yours. Turning around to get a quick glance at this person, you came face to face with a boy with green eyes and a wild look in his face.

“I’m good.” You said flatly and before you could say anything else the boy dragged both of you down to the floor as a sword flew where your heads were just a second ago.

“Yea looks like it.” He said mocking you as he swiftly turned around preparing to fight, turning around you did the same.

“Look I don't need Prince Charming saving me.” You spat as the knight ran at you, you continued to swing your sword sweat started falling down your face. Making contact with their helmet as it fell on the floor. Swinging your sword at his face you could hear the metal clanking behind you, abruptly swinging your sword down as the tip made contact with their face as blood impaired their vision, you swung it once more before turning to help the boy.

Sweat and blood falling from your face to your clothes in a mix, you saw knights fighting each other and the boy perched against a tree as he looked on at the fight happening before him.

“Who and what are you?” You said pointing the tip of your sword at his neck as he looked away from the fight and up at you.

“Peter Pan your prince charming at your service.” He mockingly bowed at you “Now I need something from that bag.” He said as he got up as if you weren’t pointing a weapon at him threatening to slit his neck.

“You didn’t answer all of my question.” You said standing your ground as the clinging of metal continued on behind both of you.

“Well I’m human. I do spells an-“ He said as he motioned to the fight behind him.

“So you’re a witch?” You said knitting your eyebrows together as you slowly lowered your sword unsure that it would cause any actual damage to him.

“Call me what you like but I need something from that bag.” Peter said as he pointed at the bag resting against your hip. Reaching to unhook if from your belt you pulled opened the bag. Digging into it grabbing a fist full of gold you held it out to him.

“Here.” You said holding it closer to him as he just stared down at your hand.

“No you can keep that,there’s actually a wand in there.” Peter said as he ignored your outstretched hand and pointed at the bag you held in the other. Placing the gold coins and jewels back inside of the bag you looked inside as you felt inside for the wand. Your fingers brushed over it, gripping it in your hand you pulled it out of the bag and held it towards Peter.

“Here’s your stick.” You said as you closed the bag and reached over to secure it back into your belt loop.

“It’s not a stick. It’s actually a sorcerer wand.” Peter said as he swung the wand around as if to prove it was more than a stick and was failing greatly.

“Whatever if that’s all you want have fun with your stick.” You said as you turned on your heels as you walked away from Peter and looked for a route to follow.

“See you later princess!” Peter called out to you as you rolled your eyes and continued walking away from him. The cool breeze hitting your cuts as you winced praying to find some water to clean the cuts or atleast to find rum to forget you even had them. You staggered through the woods down a beaten path as the sun set, the flickering lights of lamps coming into view.

“Fucking finally.” You said as the unmistakable howls and laughter came from a tavern as you walked a bit faster towards the entrance, dying to get something into your system. Walking straight towards the bar and taking a seat right in front of the girl carrying mugs of beer and rum.

“What can I get you?” She said with a smile as she pushed her blonde hair behind her ear.

“Just a pint of beer love.” You said as you tapped your fingers against the wood as the girl turned around to serve your beer. You reached for your bag as you took out a couple of coins enough to cover a couple drinks, letting them fall on the counter.

“Here you go.” She said placing the mug in front of you as she took the money and turned to serve another pint of whatever the man across from you requested. Bringing the mug to your lips you eagerly gulped down the beer as it warmed your insides. Slamming the cup on the counter you looked for another girl to ask for another drink of whatever was quicker to get.

“A mug of rum.” You said as you pushed the empty cup closer to the same girl that stopped in front of you.

“Why do you look like a cabin boy that’s seen better days?” The girl said as she slowly filled up the mug as painfully slow as she could. Leaning your elbows against the wood bar you leaned in closer to her.

“Why do you work at a tavern if you’re this pretty?” You said with a smile as you twirled with a ribbon on her shirt that fell flat on the bar counter, her face got red as her hands stumbled and a bit of rum fell on the counter. She placed the full mug of rum on the counter as she scrambled to get a rag to clean up the spilled rum.

“I’m a pirate but not as something as demeaning as a cabin boy.” You scoffed into your mug as you started drinking your rum. Before you could say anything else you caught a glimpse of a group of people walking in and sitting at a table, slowly turning your head to steal a glance you saw it was none other than your old crew who you’ve just left. Downing the rest of your rum you placed your mug in your hands as you looked at the still frazzled girl.

“Do me a favor love.” You said pushing away the mug and reaching into your bag as you looked into it and took out a simple necklaces with a blue diamond on it. Letting the necklace dangle from your finger and offering it to her.

“This is yours. But this.” You said offering her a much longer and extravagant necklace “Is for you to go over there and thank the man with a hook for giving you and for the best morning sex of your life.” You said as she took both necklaces and put them on, the longer one threatening to be squished between her breasts,as she re fixed her hair you hooked the necklace with your index finger.

“Well will you look at that it’s just as pretty as you. Maybe I can show you a good time later today.” You whispered to her as she nodded quickly and scrambled to go do what you asked hiding her beat red face.

Reaching over the counter you grabbed a bottle of rum and walked out of the tavern as you could hear Milahs and Hook’s argument beginning to stir. Swiping two pistols and two riffles as you continued walking and hanging them on your gun holstiers.You walked further into town you heard the faint sound of music playing, staggering closer to the sound you could hear the music get louder.

You came face to face with a bunch of boys dancing and hollering around a campfire as the pied piper continued to play. You reached for your pistol as you continued to drown sorrows in the bottle of rum you’ve been nursing. Walking behind the piper you poke them in the back with the barrel of your gun as the music came to a halt, but the dancing and yelling continued.

“Oh hi there princess.” Peter said turning around as the hood over his face cast a shadow over it, as a boy stood up and placed himself next to Peter as he drew a sword and pointed it at you.

“Put down the gun before you hurt yourself.” The tall boy said to you as he creeped his sword higher. You looked at the space between Peter and the boys head and lifted the gun away from Peter and shot it in that space as it hit a forgotten glass bottle that sat on a stone fence.

“I could’ve killed him and given you another scar as you stood there with that dumb look on your face. So never belittle me again or you’ll regret it.” You said as the boy grew angry and you sat down on a tree stump.

“I wouldn’t have le-” The boy said as he took a step closer to you as you drank from the bottle and ignore his threats.

“Calm down Felix I know her.” Peter said with a smile as he took the hood off and let it fall, looking down at you as you continued to drink on.

“Well don’t you drink like sailor.” Felix said as he continued to fume from anger.

“Well pirate. Well gunner to be exact.” You said as you took another drink from the bottle, feeling it grow lighter still not drunk enough to forget everything.

“A pirate? Where’s your crew?” Peter said as he looked unsure on whether to step closer or farther away from you, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well they got soft. Everyone turned into a bunch of school girls as soon as the captain brought her on board and all I could hear for a month is ‘why can’t they see they’re meant for each other’. As soon as they got together fucker couldn’t keep his hand and hook off her, almost cost us to lose a fight.” You ranted on as you stared off into the ground as you angrily took a swig out of the bottle.

“Hook?” Peter said as he crossed his arms over his chest and took a step closer to you. You looked up at him as you scratched your face.

“Yes Captain Hook got all soft as soon as he fell in love with Milah. Used to be a bloody good captain now it turned to shit.” You said as you took a long swig from the bottle and let it fall on the floor. “Anyways what are you doing?” You asked as you looked up at Peter as you silently cursed at yourself for only taking one bottle of rum.

“Well I’m gathering boys so I can take them to Neverland with me.” Peter said as he pointed to the dancing boys behind him.

“Oh you’re kidnapping a bunch of little boys like a pervert.” You said as you stood up and came face to face with Peter.

“Yea I’m li- wait what no I’m not a pervert. These are lost boys and they come with me willingly.” He said on the verge of whining as he looked from the boys, to Felix to you.

“Yea whatever pervert.” You said waving him away as you turned on your heels, walking away and towards the tavern.

“Wait where are you going?” Peter said as he jogged to walk in front of you as he started walking backwards, trying to block you from walking further.

“Promised someone I’d have sex with them and I always keep a promise.” You said sticking your hands in your pockets as you rolled your eyes at Peter waiting for him to step away.

“Don’t do it .stay .with me!” Peter yelled as it surprised not only you but Peter as well, hearing footsteps shuffling closer to the both of you. “I mean you shouldn’t feel forced to have sex with anyone.” Peter said as he held his hands in front of him in defeat, trying to defuse the scandal he just made.

“I know but after months of being stuck in a ship with a bunch of dirty pirates, when you get a chance to take someone attractive to bed you go for it.” You said as you shrugged your shoulders, looking at Peter who still buzzed from anxious nervous energy.

“Who is it? I’ll break every single one of his bones.” Peter said as anger and jealousy boiled inside of him as he felt you slip further away.

“We’ll I didn’t catch her name, don’t think I’ll need it.” You said getting bored and annoyed as the seconds passed. “You can join us if you like” You thought in your head as your face grew red at the thought of actually saying it.

“Oh so you like girls.” Peter said as he let his hands fall to his side as he took a small step sideways.

“Not strictly but if you see any good looking lads make sure to send them my way.” You said biting your tongue as you felt embarrassed to actually flirt with Peter head on. Why were you getting so flustered? You were a naturally flirty person but right here right now in front of Peter you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Come on princess let me show you Neverland and if you don’t like it I’ll bring you right back just in time for you to go to your wench.” Peter said as he stepped back in front of you.

“Doubt she’s a prostitute Peter but thanks for the offer.” You said as you continued walking forward as Peter staggered backwards. As you went under his arm and continued walking to the tavern.

“See you later prince charming.” You waved back at him without turning back as your body got fuzzy and a warm feeling spreading over your chest. As you continued to walk away from him.

“What the hell was that all about?” Felix said as he walked towards Peter who was watching you walk away.

“Nothing don’t worry about it.” Peter said as he turned and headed towards the campfire.

“Wait is this about the tracker spell you made two days ago?” Felix said as he jogged to keep up with Peter.

“No.” Peter said dryly as he reached to put his hood over his face and started fishing in his robes for his flute.

“Well it sure looked like the bar wench was absolutely smitten with her. Hell I may even say that somebody is in love, well at least for tonight.” Felix poked trying to get a rise out of Peter, as he was more than sure that something was up with him.

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Peter yelled as he got in Felix face as he felt fire form on his hands growing angrier than he had already been.

“Oh my god! You’re in love with her!” Felix said unsure if he should chuckle or stay dumbfounded.

“Of course i’m in love with her Felix she’s my soulmate!” Peter said frustrated as he threw the hood off his face, pointing at the general directions in which you disappeared off to.

“What?” Felix murmured under his breath becononing for Peter to further explain what kind of manic episode he was going through.

“The tracking spell was actually to find my soulmate.It lead me to this town before it faded,then I met her and I felt weird it was as if my mind was getting scrambled and I just wanted to hold her and protect her.” Peter rambled on as he tugged at his hair unsure of what he should do next.

“You got it bad mate.” Felix simply said as he wrapped an arm around peter’s shoulders giving him a sympathetic squeeze.

“Should I burn down the tavern?” Peter sighed as he said to Felix. Your back hurt from the jagged rocks you were pressed against as you listened in the conversation. Your heartbeat against your chest, feeling unsure what to do you bit your lip as your heart screamed and ached for you to run to Peter’s side but your head urged you to stay away from him if he was truly your soulmate.

Your feet itched waiting for you to make a decision, placing your head looking up at the moon you let it fall to the side. The lights from the tavern shun against the cobblestone as the girl walked into the street, playing with her necklace. You looked at her standing there, your head begging you to get as far away from Peter as you could.

The flute started playing again, making your heart swell. “Does a pirate’s word even matter that much?” You asked yourself as you bit your lip. “Of course it does your word is all you have y/n.” you scolded yourself. “Just go with him stupid! You can feel it in your heart. You know you’ve never felt this before.” You screamed at yourself, your feet glued to the spot praying to just disappear or to at least get a sign to what you should do.

“Fucking hell.” You murmured, tugging at your hair in frustration, knowing exactly what you had to do.

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demon-soldier · 6 years

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I thought i lost you (¼)

Pairing: Boba Fett x reader

Words: 1,204

Warnings: None

Summary: You work for the Empire and got a job from The Death Star, working under Tarkin’s commands. One day you meet Boba Fett there and eventually he starts to care about you more than he thought, but he hadn’t had time to properly admit it, when The Death Star was destroyed and he was sure, that you died with it.

A/N: I had to split this into parts again apparently. I want to write more Boba tbh.

You didn’t think much about Boba Fett first – the infamous bounty hunter, who got most of the hunters’ contracts probably. Everybody wanted to hire him and everyone knew his name all across the galaxy. You had heard of him many times of course as well, but not actually seen him face to face and met him.

You worked for the Empire and when they started building The Death Star, you managed to get an actual job from there, working under Grand Moff Tarkin’s strict commands. Obviously you weren’t in very high position there, but atleast everyone there remembered your name. Tarkin actually even admitted you once, that you were indeed one of his best workers, and that if anything was a huge compliment.

You came across with Darth Vader as well a few times. First it had scared the hell out of you, when you had to answer his questions, afraid that if you said anything wrong, you were going to get Force choked, or what kind of kinky tricks he was using almost every day to people, who dared to question him. You were clever enough not to argue with the Dark Lord and thus angry him.

At the moment you were wandering around the corridors of The Death Star, until you saw Orson Krennic walking towards you.

”Ah, miss Y/L/N!” Krennic sighed out of relief, when he locked his eyes on yours. You raised your eyebrows and stopped walking, when he was standing in front of you in his white suit. ”Would you be a dear and deliver these to Governor Tarkin’s office? I’m in a great hurry at the moment,” he requested and handed you a pile of papers. You looked at the papers in his hands for a moment, but it wasn’t really any suggestion, so you took them and nodded your head.

You thought, that he indeed was busy or he just wanted to avoid Tarkin, they hadn’t been in the best terms lately, for to be honest. Atleast that is how you had understood the situation, from quietly stalking them.

”Of course, sir,” you obeyed and looked forward, waiting for a sign to leave, but he kept looking at you for a while with narrowed eyes, a smirk spreading slowly on his lips.

He leaned closer to the side of your face, whispering in your ear, ”when you have done your work for today, you could come by my office, if you’d like.” You were confused of his words and furrowed your eyebrows.

”For what exactly, sir?” you asked, keeping your face straight.

”Well, let’s just say, i would be glad to offer you some extra work,” he purred in your ear and slided his hand gently down on your arm, very slowly, and the way he looked at you now, made you widen your eyes, when you realised, what he possibly could have referred to, you were about to choke on his words.

”Sir, this is highly unprofessional,” you gasped.

Your felt your face becoming hotter and redder and Krennic must have noticed it, since a chuckle escaped from his throat. ”Think about it, will you,” Krennic continued, grinning, and winked his eye at you, you barely managed to nod your head now.

Then finally, he walked past you, leaving you now alone and left to deal with his own work. You were more than just surprised by his words and weren’t sure at all, if you had to go there with no chance to turn down the ’offer’ or if you would have a permission to decide about it by yourself.

Yes, you had seen the intimate and curious looks he had sent you through the air and across the room once in a while, which made the situation very awkward and quite uncomfortable, but you hadn’t taken too much attention on that. You didn’t ever think, that he would be actually interested and fascinated by you, there was no way. Maybe you just read his words the wrong way, right?

You shook your head and started to head towards Tarkin’s office as Krennic had asked. You were curious, what kind of information the papers included, that Krennic let you have them, but you resisted the temptation, it wasn’t your place to invade to others’ doings. You were lost in your thoughts and didn’t look really ahead, where you were going.

Then, you were just about to turn around the corner, when you felt someone running into you. The person was walking so fast, that when he bumped against your body, you almost fell down on the floor on your back. But he reacted automatically pretty quickly, grabbing your arm and pulling you against his armor, preventing you from hitting the floor.

Your papers were now spread out all around the floor and you sighed, very annoyedly. You were just about to start arguing with him of how he should watch better where he’s walking, but your mouth went back closed, when you lifted your head and noticed, who was holding your arm now.

Your heart skipped a beat and then started racing faster. You would recognise his helmet anywhere.

Boba Fett.

He didn’t do anything, but just stared at you for a while, not saying anything to you. Then you yanked your arm off of his tight grip and sent him annoyed looks, getting then on your knees to collect the papers back on a pile. There were literally like twenty pages. You noticed, that he started to leave already, taking a few steps away from you.

You rolled your eyes, but then he stopped, thinking about something, until came back to you help you with the papers.

He kneeled beside you and you looked at him, surprised, when he gave you the missing pages. You doubtfully took them from his hands and mouthed a little ’thank you’ to him, but not letting any sound in the air. Boba didn’t say or do anything else, just instantly got up and left you alone, confused. You shook your head and tried to just forget the whole situation, walking to the opposite direction. The papers weren’t in the correct order anymore, but you hoped, that it wouldn’t matter too much now.

When you reached the office, you knocked three times on the door.

Grand Moff Tarkin came to open the door and when he saw you standing now in front of his tall figure, he raised his eyebrow.

”Yes?” he asked.

”Orson Krennic asked me to deliver these for you,” you said simply and offered the papers full of text to Tarkin. He furrowed his eyebrows and took the papers from you instantly, looking through the pages. He understood quickly, what they were, and turned back to you again.

”And why didn’t he bring these here by himself, hmph?” Tarkin asked.

”I don’t know, all he said was that, he was in a great hurry, sir,” you told him and put your hands behind your back. He nodded and motioned with his gaze you to leave.

”Alright, thank you, you can go back to your duties now, dear,” he ordered and you nodded your head, waiting him to close the door, then turning around to walk away.

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frivery · 3 years

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The last part of this segment of the Ethereal and Tomas trilogy is completed! This isn't over between them.

Ethereal and Tomas argue. A lot. That's it, that's the thing, it's a banter piece that is quite long. POV of Ethereal. The last part is here!

The chair was on the smaller side, atleast for him, the tiefling barely fitting into it with his legs splayed out further ahead of him so he didn't have to further aggravate his hip joint on the angle. The bear-skin cloak he had been wearing had been hung over the back of the chair, a large oil-stain dripping down one side of the fur from where he had held it against the slash-mark in his wires to prevent from leaving a trail for creatures to follow him with. Ethereal was pulling off his extra layers, the furry wraps around his hands, when Lion entered the healer's tent after him.

"Get in a fight with Guide Tomas?" Ethereal commented wryly, though he didn't raise his eyes from the blackened twine he was undoing at his wrist.

"Huh? Oh, no. Mostly speaking with the elf, really." he looked up as the merc crossed the tent to sit down on the bare floor in front of him.

"The elf?" he repeated back, raising an eyebrow down at Lion.

"Yoti? I ain't remember his name." Ethereal huffed, shaking his head, though he offered no assistance. He didn't remember the healer's name either, even though this was not his first meeting with the man.

"Did ya' bring yer toolkit with ya'?"

"Of course, I don't allow a mistake to happen again after the first time."

"Where is it?" Ethereal moved to grab the bear cloak off the back of the chair, but Lion returned to his feet with the obvious intention of doing it himself. A clatter of metal sounded as the leather roll was removed from the inner pocket, the human untying it as he sat back down in front of him. Crisscross, the bag unfurled across one leg allowing access to the several different wrenches, wirecutters, screwdrivers, and more delicate instruments he had. Lion pulled the twine away from the rest of the set, placing it between his teeth before pulling his short, messy, hair back and out of his face. Tying it. Hm, he had never considered Lion could pull his 'mane' back with how short it was, but it helped to further show off his strong features. Especially the warmth of his eyes, Ethereal was almost a little jealous of the color that the Lightweaver had decided to give him.

He was pulled from his admirations of the sellsword by the sound of footsteps, lifting his eyes to the tent door just in time to see Tomas enter. Once again, he was reminded of the fact that Tomas had not seen him since he had lost a leg, lost an arm, and he no longer had a fur coat to hide in. The gold of his prosthetics was the same as his armor, but the wires crisscrossing underneath the plating was unmistakable, really. He couldn't hold his gaze on the familiar man any longer, shifting them quickly to the floor.

He didn't have to be looking to feel Tomas' eyes burning into his prosthetic arm, though.

"When did that happen?" his voice was much less harsh and combative than it had been before, as soft as he could expect all things considered.

"You'll have to be more specific." Ethereal responded, turning his gaze calculating as Lion shifted to his side and held a wrench to one of the bolts connecting his metal leg to his hip. Lion had helped him remove the bolts before, it was why he no longer was so hateful with the man, but that didn't mean he trusted him to not break something. His prosthetics were sturdy but intricate pieces of machine, unique. The only ones like them in all the world since he had created them himself with the knowledge he had stolen from the Gods. From the Stormcatcher, more specifically. It hadn't originally been for him but it had proven useful in the end. Karma, almost.

"Take off the gloves, you'll scratch the plating wearing those." he was only slightly joking, the mercenary rolling his eyes but moving to accommodate him.

"When did you lose a leg?" Tomas reiterated, suddenly, causing Ethereal to wince at him before frowning deeply.

"Seven or eight years ago, probably. Why does it matter? I'm still the best Deepscorcher in the guild, fake limbs or not." why was he being defensive about it? He had put so much time, so much work and devotion, into making these prosthetics. He wasn't shy about it, he hadn't even tried to make them look non-robotic cause he hadn't been trying to hide it. But right then it somehow felt like something he should be ashamed of. Maybe, it was because Tomas had been faced with the same choice and had decided against it.

"And your arm?"

"Six."

"Years? Months?"

"I don't make the same mistake twice, Tomas."

"Then how did you lose an arm and a leg, both?" there was an almost accusatory tone to his voice, if the words had been intended to anger him then it had worked. Ethereal had completely forgotten the situation he was in, his attempts at standing up only halted by Lion quickly pulling away with a hiss, his anger flashing away as he looked down at the human. Back into the chair he settled, at some point the wrench Lion had been using dropping to the floor, and carefully took the human's hand. His fingertips had gotten caught, it happened with fabric sometimes but rarely did other people touch his mechanics in order to get hurt like that. He wasn't sure if he blamed himself or Tomas more for it, but there was no bleeding. Would probably bruise deep.

"I'm sorry." he hated apologizing. It felt like weakness.

"Geez, Ethereal, no need to bite me just because yer a little tiffed at yer friend there." that was not the response he was expecting, he was expecting a certain amount of anger or frustration, not the same good-natured voice he usually used.

"Tiffed?" he repeated back at the human, allowing him to take his pinched hand back now, the man flexing his fingers experimentally before picking back up the wrench he had dropped.

"Try not to do it again, yeah? I rather like my fingers."

"No promises." Ethereal sagged into the chair, closing his eyes before returning his gaze to Tomas, a stray spark of irritation causing him to roll his eyes. "Can we just get to whatever it is your digging at already?"

If he had to guess based on the expression that the other tiefling had thrown at Lion it would be jealousy. Not that there was anything to be jealous of, he might flirt with the sellsword but he was fairly sure the human was straight.

"How did you lose your leg?"

"That's it? I'm a deepscorcher, how do you think it happened?" he must have been tensing for a verbal fight, the merc at his hip putting a hand on his stomach to forcibly make him lean further back into the chair again.

"I don't want to guess, Eth, I want you to tell me." Eth, a nickname... a pet name he had not heard in a decade that made him squirm lower in his seat. Having Tomas call him that while Lion was in the room, unaware of their history, felt in some ways wrong and exposing. Thankfully he seemed to be minding his own business as much as he could, focusing on loosening the bolts that kept his prosthetic leg attached to the hip socket. Fingers darkening purple from where the metal had bit him.

"I don't see that it matters how it happened, it did, I fixed it, it's over." Tomas didn't use to be so exhausting to speak with but he was fresh out of conversational energy, tone taking a dismissive edge. He could hear the other make an aggrivated sound, curse quietly under his breath, and leave the tent. At one point he would have wanted Tomas to stay but now it felt like the air had lightened without him there.

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Youta, the healer, had returned to the tent and had been watching Ethereal with a certain amount of interest for the past several hours while he worked on his leg. He hadn't seen the full extent of the damage done until the leg had been pulled away from the socket, finally showing the outer side of the golden-plated steel to him and bearing the extent of the blow. A deep tear, shredding straight through the thick, protective, armor exterior and tearing open several pistons, levers, switches, and a frankly sickening amount of wires. It was a lot of damage, the majority of the oil that kept the systems within going having leaked out onto the floor at some point, and a small amount of snow had managed to wet the insides. It was surprising that it had actually continued to work well enough to get him back to the camp at all.

Wire cutters in hand, prosthetic now broken into two parts at the knee to be less awkward to handle, Ethereal began to cut away at the fraying and contaminated wires. His full focus had to be on this, the insides were too clustered and delicate for him to risk shaking hands or wandering eyes. Lion had passed out on the tent floor some time ago, curling up in the bear cloak he was not using and settling into the corner behind him, and the rest of the camp outside had went silent in a similar fashion. It was just him and Youta that were still awake at this point, as far as he could tell.

"Did you make that yourself?" Youta asked, voice quiet, Ethereal could hardly keep himself from groaning as he pulled the cutters away from the damage.

"What, you mean my leg?" joking or condescending? Why choose, he could multitask and do both.

"Yes, it looks really complicated."

"Surely no more so than being a doctor." he didn't care to continue talking to the elf, giving the other a few moments to speak with before returning to his repairs. Pulling out the broken pieces to mend them in what ways they could be. Tightening down pieces and scraping the less necessary system's wiring in order to patch the vital ones. Progress was slow but functionality was slowly seeming like a more plausible thing.

It slowly became harder to ignore the elf when he got to his feet and started to pace. His mismatched eyes casting towards the outer camp every time he would pause before starting again.

"Paranoid?" he asked, trying not to sound as aggravated as he was, winding a bolt down tight as he set the jury-rigged piston back into place. He'd have to be gentle on it.

"I'm an elf." was all he responded with, standing stock still for a long moment before approaching the tent's flap and drawing it aside. A cold gust followed, but it didn't remain open like that long as Tomas re-entered the tent looking like he had just woken up in pain. The healer quickly moved to help him walk, assisting the hurting tiefling in sitting down on the overly plush bed before skittering off to the side of the tent like a rat to retrieve something.

Tomas' eyes were closed, fingers gripping the plush grey fabric tight, as he breathed like he was counting. Obviously in a lot of pain, something Ethereal understood better than he had once thought he would. Once he had sworn, insisted, that prosthetics were better than living with the pains of shorn flesh but now he was less certain of it. His prosthetics could still break, could still leave him unfunctional, and the phantom pains he got when he tried to sleep was, at times, blinding. Sometimes, as he struggled to breathe through the ghost pain, he could taste the steel on his tongue.

Pale ice eyes cracked open as the wave seemed to lessen, lingering over the pulled apart pieces of machine that Ethereal was working on. For a brief moment he wondered if Tomas ever regretted not taking his advice, just like how he sometimes regretted doing it.

Youta stood back up, a glass vial with a deep green liquid in hand, quickly returning to his boss' side with it.

"Youta." a commanding tone to take for someone struggling to breathe, but Tomas managed it, not breaking the strained eye contact that had started.

"Yes?"

"The vial."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Give me the vial, please." the elf looked confused, glancing at him as if asking for help but Ethereal wasn't really sure what was happening here.

"Don't you need help?"

"Ethereal will help me." Oh, would he now? Tomas said this in an even, powerful, tone that made it difficult to argue with and Youta blanked for a long moment trying to figure out how to respond.

"But he's-?"

"Thank you, Youta." wow, and he thought he was dismissive. The healer frowned but handed the vial over to the other tiefling, leaving the tent like a subject fleeing his king. Now it was just the two of them and a very unconscious Lion, that man could sleep through the end of the world.

"You know, I don't even have my prosthetic put together right now." he commented wryly, trying to ignore the thick pressure on the air between them.

"I know, I can wait." the ice dragon dropped back onto the bed, as if to patiently wait despite the pain he was no doubt suffering with. A moment of silence passed between them, Ethereal staring at the prone form, before he sighed. Tomas had always known how to play him, it was no different even now.

"Give me a moment, Tomas." he relented, the weak sound of submission on his voice even as he hated it.

"I'm not rushing you." if he didn't know any better he would have missed the slightly smug tone to the other's voice, but he chose to pretend to have missed it as he carefully began to reconnect the different, mauled, pieces in his leg. Putting the pieces together was easy after that, the last part being to reattach to the hip joint but... doing that without help was not exactly the easiest thing in the world. Retightening down the bolts he could get to would have to do, his hesitation at risking trying to use the prosthetic again when it was still so broken only washed away by a soft, somewhat stiffled, pained sound from the other side of the tent.

It had been a fucking decade, he had moved on, but hearing it still hurt him in a way that was indescribable. So, into the battery he fed the remnants of his magic, he could feel the circuit start and though he could also feel some leakage... it would work. Ethereal, carefully, got to his feet and crossed the tent. He quietly pulled aside the healer's... stool he supposed, a padded foot-rest that was kept next to the bed, sitting down in front of the plush bed.

"I need the vial, Tomas." the voice sounded weird in how own mouth, like dust and dirt and broken things, the ice tiefling shuddering similarly but he wasn't sure if it was from pain or the way he sounded just then. Soft, weak. He had loved Tomas but looking back he hated how weak it had made him. It had taken losing his leg, losing his arm, to remember what he was. Who he had to be.

The familiar figure, his ex, shifted on the bed and slowly dragged himself back up into a sitting posture, handing him the vial in an almost lethargic way. He could feel the piercing intensity of Tomas' eyes as he pulled off one of his boots, and away the sock beneath. Tattered, poorly healed, and warped flesh was underneath, slightly red with irritation that came from the nerves misfiring. The scarring was deep and completely random in intensity. He could still remember when this happened, could see it in his mind, anger and fear and distress pouring out of him in a destructive rush that burned the predator to ashes. He had barely even registered as a mage ever since, every ounce of his fractured magic now used to power his own prosthetics that had come after. He remembered dropping to the ground next to his injured love, covering his eyes, muttering a repeating phrase that he couldn't recall as he wrapped the torn flesh in every bandage and cloth he had at his disposal.

His hands were shaking, at some point he had brushed his real hand across the wounded skin, but the reason was not for medicinal ones. The vial still unopened in his metal grip.

"Looks awful doesn't it?" Tomas' voice was filled with.. disgust? Distaste? Dissatisfaction? But he didn't know if it was with his reaction or with himself. Ethereal pulled the dropped from its glass container, swallowing down the old sickness in his throat, silently dripping the strange-scented liquid onto Tomas' bare leg.

"It's... awful that you have to live with the pain of it." he responded, not looking up at the other tiefling. He knew exactly what he had started when it came out of his mouth.

"That again?" Tomas almost snarled, giving Ethereal pause as he moved to begin rubbing the green potion into oldwounds.

"I.... do not begrudge your decision, it was yours to make, I just hate seeing you hurt so much." this softness was killing him, Tomas had a way of making him a very particular man without even lifting a finger. It was sickening, twisted, though it was not his fault. It was just his sheer presence that had this kind of effect on him... or so it often felt that way. "That was what I had been trying to say then too, but we both know how bad I am with wording."

Silence followed his words, leaving him to the task that Tomas had given him, too much of a coward to risk even a glance at the face of the man who he had once thought was his forever. It was silly to think that, of course, Deepscorchers don't get happy endings. It was the agreement he made when he joined, not to get too attached to those outside. He had broken that rule and tragedy struck to remind him of his place... it was too bad that it had been Tomas paying the price for it.

"Do you ever regret it?"

"Regret what?" he regretted a lot of things, but there was nothing to be done for it.

"Regret the choice that you made, replacing your limbs with fake ones."

"How do you know it was a choice at all?" a few more drops of the slick liquid on scarred skin, he could feel the calming, numbing, sensation in his hand as he pulled away.

"Was it?" he let the silence stand for a few moments as he took off Tomas' other boot to repeat the process again. The tall shoes now put off to the side in a set, the socks stuffed inside so they wouldn't get dirtied by the bare ground floor of the tent. At least there was no snow.

"Yes, it was... and yes, I do regret it sometimes. When I wake up at night and it feels like I'm cutting my arm off again, or when my prosthetics get damaged. It's hard not to regret it, but it serves its purpose. I can still be a Deepscorcher like this... I do not think Judgement would have let me stay if I had made any other choice."

"Eth, you cut your own-" a concern lilt to his voice, Ethereal didn't back away this time raising his eyes to meet the other tiefling's pale blue ones in a challenge.

"My own arm off? Yes, I did, and my leg before it. I doubt any healing done on my part would have went as well as yours did. Injured solitude does not lend well to that kind of thing and I was not interested in the alternative."

"Of being like me?" now Tomas' sounded hurt, less hostile and more upset. Ethereal pulled back now, shaking his head as he glanced around the tent. Lion was still curled up on the floor like a dog, out like a light, and Youta had not chanced a reappearance. Still just them, too intimate and alone.

"I would not have been like you, Tomas, I'm like you now. If I hadn't cut away what was broken I would have never walked again, would have lost full use of one of my arms, what would you expect me to do?"

"Was it that bad?" the tiefling almost sounded desperate for another answer, there wasn't one. He could see the sickening splinters in his eyes as he stared through the other man now.

"Yes, a thousand times yes, there was no healing from the splintering of bone. No fixing the complete decimation."

"Would it have been so bad to not be able to walk then? To not write?" why was he asking this? Why was this conversation continuing?

"What are you getting at, I love being a guide I need to walk."

"Must you? There are other means to move with." continuing to desperately press, it felt like ten years ago but reversed onto him... after the choice had already been made. More owed karma.

"What is this about, Tomas, do you see me as less whole now that I'm missing my arm? Less complete?" it took everything in him to keep his tone down, he didn't know why the thought prickled with hurt so much. Even if Tomas did see him as less with his prosthetics why would it matter? They had been bitter exs for years.

"Do you?" was Tomas tearing up? The shot back question prompting the ice tiefling to pull away from Ethereal's hands, hands balling up the thick quilted blanket as if he was in pain once more.

"Wha-? No, Light's blessing, Tomas, why would you ever think I felt any differently about you for that?"

"How could I think any differently when you-"

"Don't start with that, you know how things ended. You left me, I didn't leave you, we may have argued but I just wanted what I thought was best for you then."

"You tried to talk me into having my legs cut off so I could better use prosthetics, were the scars too much for you? Did you think I would become too needy?"

"I thought it would hurt you less in the long run, and I was wrong. There isn't anything more to it." like trying to calm a storm, useless but he would continue to try.

"Isn't there?"

"I know you want there to be something else, some alternative motive that will justify how things ended, but there isn't. We disagreed, we broke up, there doesn't have to be more to it. Please stop trying to make this what it wasn't." Ethereal waited a long moment, expecting a rebuttal or biting word, but Tomas said nothing. He was tired of arguing and fighting, of spiting hate between the two of them because it had ended, so he let the silence stay. What else was he meant to say, that he was sorry? He had already apologized, there was nothing else. He carefully took the other man's untreated leg, something that Tomas allowed, and returned to applying the medicine to the pained scars.

Ethereal closed the bottle, setting it down on the floor next to the stool he was sitting on, and began to carefully put the woolen socks back onto Tomas' feet. An intimate gesture that felt strange and vintage now, though he had no doubt Youta did this as well.

"I just..." the voice had him pausing to glance at the ice tiefling as he seemed to be trying to figure out how to speak. "I loved you so much, I thought you felt the same, how can something like that just go away?"

He didn't respond immediately, he wasn't sure if Tomas had actually been expecting one to begin with, standing from the stool to put the numbed tiefling's shoes back on before returning his eyes to his ex's face. Pale blues staring through him, rather than at him, lips pulled into a firm line to keep any further thoughts to himself. His own hand was numb with the same concoction that was used to help, leading to his touch barely ghosting over the other's face. The softest caress, just enough to cause Tomas to refocus on him.

"It doesn't, things just change." Ethereal lightly placed a peck onto his once-lover's cheek, as much as he was willing to give, before pulling away in a move that seemed to confuse Tomas. He was done, this part of his life was over, the Deepscorcher beginning to put his gloves back on.

"Lion!" the sharp command, mixed with his name, was really the only thing that could wake such a man. He slept so well he could make the dead jealous. The human sat bolt up in his make-shift bed of bear fur, ginger-blond hair a mess and eyes blurry with sleep.

"We're leaving, it's a long trip back to headquarters and I'm not giving Leesil an excuse to substitute for me."

Lion yawned, rubbing a hand over his face and getting to his un-even feet.

"Leesil's... pretty smart, ya'know. I think they can handle it."

"That's not the point, the Tempest Spire is my domain and I'll be damned if Leesil, of all people, will be taking that from me." A goofy, tired, smile was Lion's response. "Get ready, we're leaving once I say goodbye to Amor."

"Yes, Sir. Couldn't let the less experienced Deepscorchers see the empty throne of the Stormcatcher, it might demoralize them." Ethereal ignored the mocking tone, instead turning his eyes to Tomas one more time.

"Goodbye, Tomas. Try not to get into more trouble than you can get yourself out of."

"That's... that's it?"

"Yes, that's it." a professional bow before he left the tent, ripping the emotional bandage off full-force. Was it kind the way he handled things with Tomas? No. But, he felt like that chapter of his life was fully closed now, like he wouldn't be thinking about the 'what ifs' between them so much anymore.

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