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moonstrider9904 · 2 years

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Songs in a Tavern

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Pairing: Percy x Female OC

Summary: After being tricked into visiting a new tavern, Percy’s sights land on a peculiar elf he’s never met—but his joy will be overshadowed when the name Whitestone appears on the news.

Word count: 5.2k

Tags: Fluff, very slight notes of angst, alcohol consumption, vomit due to alcohol, foul language, some references to sex.

Songs: fall of the magister, evensong

The gunslinger’s features formed a question mark on his face as he looked up at the rustic building before him, his feet glued to the ground as his friends carelessly walked past him.

“Why do I not know this place?” Percy spoke up before the other three went inside.

“Because your nose is always too glued to your studies when we offer you to come,” the half-elf Vax responded with arrogance.

“Uh-huh,” Percy said, his voice riddled with suspicion. “And why are we at some tavern and not at the new black powder provider…”

He trailed off, answering his own question.

“There is no new black powder provider, is there?” Percy facepalmed.

“Honestly, Percy, the fact that you even have to ask,” Scanlan chuckled as he smugly pranced himself to the porch of the tavern. “For all your wits, it was really easy to trick you.”

“Hell, it was easier to trick you than Grog,” Vax added.

“He just called you stupid,” Grog chuckled as he pointed a large finger at Percy, who swatted him away.

“Will you stop talking!” Scanlan jumped up and down. “I want to drink and get wasted and hopefully see that cute new performer while I’m at it.”

“Try to keep it under control,” Vax patted the gnome’s back. “We’re trying not to get banned from this one.”

“No way we’re getting banned, have you seen the way she looks at me?” Scanlan smirked as he combed his hair back with his hand. “She wants a taste of the Shorthalt, I tell ya.”

The gnome cut himself off as the other three men looked at him, their gazes riddled with doubt. Their tense silence was replaced by the start of music coming from inside the tavern, a mellow guitar melody that would soon pick up its pace accompanied by a delicate female voice.

“Op! That’s our cue,” Scanlan cracked his knuckles and opened the doors. “Follow my lead, boys, for tonight, we drink!”

The four of them walked in, with Percy pacing slowly at the back of the group, admittedly not entirely satisfied with the situation. He could think of better ways to spend an evening than watching Scanlan make a fool of himself chasing after a poor girl he was trying to bed.

The tavern, at least, seemed nice. It wasn’t too full, it didn’t house the lowest scum of Emon. It was decent; Percy would gladly live with that for a while.

Their ears were filled with the sound of the singer’s beautiful voice, and as Percy was distracted registering the details of the tavern, his concentration was hindered by Scanlan’s immediate calling.

“Alright, that’s my girl right there!” He went to stand on one of the chairs to catch her attention.

Singing as she was, her voice never wavering from the notes she so perfectly hit, her lips formed an amused smirk as she sang while she rolled her eyes at the hopeless gnome who insisted on getting her attention—of course Scanlan didn’t have a chance with her.

“She’s playing hard to get, lads,” Scanlan went on. “Giving me the thrill of the chase.”

“Right,” said Vax, skeptical. “I’ll get us the first round.”

And once he sat down, Percy finally looked upstage at the singer who’d caught everyone’s attention, and his green eyes widened behind his spectacles at the grace and beauty he witnessed.

She was beautiful. He could obviously see why Scanlan was so attracted to her, but then again, Scanaln would bed anything that moved.

She was a half elf, though it seemed she was more magical than the average, and she was not tall, rendering her soft, curvy body far more endearing.

But this woman had a mystical quality when she was on stage, her voice ringing in her listeners’ ears like an ethereal strand of magic as it harmonized with the guitar in the background, blending with the sounds of laughter and chatter from some of the other tables living their best lives that night at the tavern.

With her skin a light lavender tone, she stood out amongst everyone in the tavern; her long hair, growing from a midnight blue and fading into the same light purple towards the tips, fell down all the way to her hips in gracious waves that bounced delicately as she moved.

“Now are the days of wine and gilded arms! Now are the days when magic is reborn! Seal off the breach, the evil is no more Once and for all, victory is ours.”

And under her right eye was a mark of what seemed like a drop and a crescent moon in a pale yellow color that didn’t contrast much with her skin—it seemed too intricate to be a mere tattoo.

“Darkness, never ever rise again Darkness, never ever rise again…”

Percy was staring at her when Vax set down a pint of ale in front of him, his lips slightly parted as he watched the singer’s movements while she sang, listening to every word that left her in a hauntingly beautiful voice. He felt it stunning him, washing over his skin waves of chills that seemed to dance with her music.

In fact, Percy was so awed that he didn’t bother to notice when Grog took his pint of ale and drank it after chugging down his own.

“He’s smitten,” Vax said.

“I think he’s dead,” Grog grumbled, though he couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “Hey, Percy, you still in there?”

“Close his jaw, he’ll drool onto the table.”

“Can I try punching him to see if he reacts?”

“You guys do know I can hear everything you say, right?” Percy spoke up, still looking at the singer.

“Well in that case, you look like an even bigger idiot than Scanlan,” Vax teased.

Percy tore his gaze from the singer to look over at Scanlan, who had left the table to stand closer to the stage to try and simp better for her, and she wasn’t even looking at him.

“I highly doubt that, Vax’ildan,” Percy replied with confidence.

When her song ended and the cheering and applauding filled the tavern, the lovely singer smiled brightly at her audience as she thanked them. It was natural for a performer to make eye contact with as many points of her crowd as possible, leading her gaze to finally land on Percy.

And it stayed.

It was something out of a fairy tale for Percy, the whole gazes meeting across the room scenario, and yet, he realized he was smiling at her, and it grew wider the longer she looked at him. From the stage, the singer kept looking his way, her smile seemingly also growing as her cheeks adopted a faint shade of pink, her demeanor further charming the crowd before her, a crowd oblivious to the fact that someone among them had sparked her interest.

Percy didn’t speak, he didn’t look away, he simply kept his high spirits, fueled by the charm of the singer who had caught him looking at her and smiled back.

“Oh, fuck,” Vax said. “Percy, no—”

“Percy, snap out of it,” Grog added.

Sighing, Percy looked at his two counterparts with a serious gaze. “What?”

“Quit gawking at her like that,” Vax chuckled.

“I’m not gawking, I’m merely interacting,” Percy replied, nonchalant. “It would be rude of me not to acknowledge her when she is smiling at me, but of course, neither of you know manners nor class.”

“Percy, you dumbass,” Grog said.

“You complete dumbass,” Vax completed. “That’s it? A girl smiled at you and you’re already planning a wedding?”

Percy rolled his eyes at the two.

“I mean, she is purty,” Grog looked at her as she prepared to sing her next song. “But… she’s a little too purty for ya, no offense.”

“She’s just being nice,” Vax talked over Grog. “I’m sure she smiles at countless idiots during her day, I can assure you she isn’t planning dates with every single one of them.”

“GUYS! GUYS!” Scanlan ran over to the table. “She looked at me while she was singing! You should have seen it, she totally wants me, I don’t think I’ll be going home with you guys today after all—”

“You were speaking of idiots?” Percy smirked over at Vax.

“You wanna fall down to his level?” Vax retorted.

As the singer took her spot at the center of the stage once more, she looked over at Percy again, and delicately, she opened her mouth to speak.

“I’d like to welcome the new faces we have in this tavern tonight,” she said while a handful of claps and cheers echoed her. “Make yourselves at home, boys.”

She didn’t want to single him out, knowing his three friends had been there many times before, and somehow, Percy knew that. It made him like her more, intriguing him further on who she was, why she was so kind…

Her guitar began to sound again, announcing her next song, all while Percy watched. It took her a while to acknowledge the rest of her audience as well, inevitably bringing a few gazes in the direction she’d been looking at, all of them wondering who could possibly have caught her attention.

“Hold up,” Scanlan frowned. “Why was she looking at you?”

“Oh, don’t dwell on it, Scanlan,” Percy replied.

“Um, I’m here making an idiot of myself—”

“As per usual,” Percy smirked.

“-and all you have to do is sit down and she’s already talking to you from the stage?” Scanlan slumped in the chair. “I wanna be mad at you, but damn. Talk about having a way with the ladies, you didn’t even lift a finger.”

“Want me to show you my ways?” Percy added with sarcasm.

“Maybe Percy’s advantage is he isn’t being a creep,” Vax said as he waved at one of the waiters, requesting a second round of ale.

“And he’s taller and better looking than you, Scanlan,” Grog teased at the gnome.

“Size doesn’t matter—”

“I beg you not to finish that sentence,” Vax interrupted Scanlan.

While the half-elf and the gnome continued bickering and the second round of ale arrived at the table—Percy made sure to grab his pint before Grog could claim it—he let his eyes wander around the tavern for a moment, realizing how cozy it actually was. People of different backgrounds were there, some simply drinking, others enjoying snacks or even a full meal, and others simply sat to enjoy the beautiful voice that entertained them, almost as much as he did.

And once his gazing was done, Percy looked back at the stage to find that her gaze was already on him, and as she looked away, a little smile curved her lips as she continued to sing.

Percy chuckled to himself; she was most endearing.

“I think I’ll send her a drink,” he said.

“Percy, no,” Vax said.

“And why not? Surely it can’t hurt,” Percy gestured at the waiter. “A drink for the lady, on me.”

“You’re wasting your silver,” Vax crooned.

“You must realize, Vax, that I care very little what you say on the matter,” Percy smirked.

Though Percy would hesitate to admit it afterwards, more hours went by in that tavern than they’d ever spent in a single night; usually by that point, they’d already gotten into a fight with others at the bar or gotten kicked out for making a mess, but that night, Percy was compelled to merely sit and listen to her sing, albeit with an arguing Grog and Vax in the background slowly getting drunk.

Luckily, the night seemed to end before anything catastrophic could happen, and Percy was just about to exit the tavern with a wasted Scanlan in his grasp when he turned around for one last look at the tavern.

Pleased, he smiled when he got a look of the singer receiving the drink he’d sent to her, which she’d been saving for the end of the performance, and she didn’t drink from it without herself looking one last time at the handsome new face that had delighted her with his presence that night.

“Percy, help me hold the door open, will you?” Vax slurred, somehow maintaining himself on his feet despite clearly being drunk as well. “I need to get Grog out—”

“Fuck!” Percy cried out just as soon as Vax was taken over by the weight of Grog, whom he was forced to let go if he didn’t want to be dragged alongside him down the tavern’s stairs. Grog rolled down them, unaesthetically, until he reached the ground with a loud thud and remained steady there, sleeping as though he were a baby.

Vax sighed. “Now we gotta drag him back to the keep.”

“I’d ask to use Scanlan’s hand if he weren’t so wasted as well,” Percy commented.

“We’ll make do,” Vax rubbed his temples as though willing himself to sober up. “Fuck, distract me or I’ll puke. Tell me what you liked about that singer.”

“I thought she was out of my league,” Percy remarked in spite.

“Do it or I’ll barf all over your pretty coat.”

Percy laughed as he went to one of Grog’s sides, helping him get up on his feet enough to wrap his arm around his shoulders while Vax took the other side, helping him walk.

“I’ve never seen anyone like her,” Percy began. “Or heard a voice so beautiful as hers. She has to have some sort of magic, I’m sure of it. Her ears aren’t pointing upwards like a regular elf’s, not to mention, her skin is light purple—that’s a color more often seen in the southeast of the continent, not around Emon. And that mark beneath her right eye, I wonder if it might have something magical as well.”

“Huh, I never thought your rambling would help,” Vax commented, admittedly feeling he could walk better.

The streets of Emon were unusually calm and quiet that night, and given their current state, Percy was grateful for the lack of crowd. He still wasn’t used to the late night life—just how long had they been at that tavern? Delivery boys from pamphlet publishers were already setting up to distribute the day’s current events, and as Percy observed them, he noticed they were just a bit more frantic than the usual news of Emon demanded.

One of the delivery boys caught sight of them and ran up, a pamphlet already secured in his little hand.

“Extra!” He yelled out. “Today’s volume is a big one!”

“Wish I knew what you meant, kid,” Vax said, a smile appearing on his lips the way it did whenever he’d interact with a youngling. “I don’t think we have enough spare hands for that right now, though.”

“You might want to get out of the big one’s range,” Percy added. “He’s bound to spit up any time soon.”

The boy grimaced at the remark whilst Grog let out a groan, clearly not holding up well. As if on cue, the boy’s name was called out, and he made his way running back to his group, accidentally dropping one of the pamphlets on the ground in front of Grog before he was nowhere else to be seen.

And as Percy’s gaze found the pamphlet’s front page, his curiosity getting the better of him, he felt the euphoria of the night dying in one disheartening thud.

Whitestone offering applications for migration!

Apply now for a chance to work par with Lord and Lady Briarwood!

“Percy…” Vax said.

At that moment, Grog began to struggle momentarily before spilling an unattractive load of vomit over the pamphlet. While Vax groaned out in obvious disgust, Percy felt some of his own tension dissipating, though the bitterness of reading those words would remain with him.

“Thanks, Grog,” Percy said quietly and began to move forward again, being mindful of not stepping over the puddle.

“Percy—”

“It’s of no consequence, Vax,” Percy cut him off. “Thank you, but no good will come of discussing it here.”

“Is there something you want to do?”

“Of course you won’t listen to me,” Percy groaned to himself.

They walked silently a few meters, once again finding themselves in a deceitful peace now clouded by what they’d just read.

“If it’s all over the pamphlets, people will be talking about it for days,” Vax said lowly.

“I’ll manage,” Percy said, his voice almost a growl.

“Well, at least know that Grog did what he could to avenge you,” Vax’s comment was meant to bring Percy’s spirits back up.

But all it did was remind Percy of what he had to do, as black smoke began to emanate from beneath the collar of his shirt.

Mornings would always be long after a night like the previous one; she’d sung for more hours in a row than she bothered to count, but often a cup of tea in the morning would suffice if she wanted to soothe the ache from working her voice so much.

She already knew what Anvor would say about it.

Aurora walked down the stairs still dressed in her nightgown; after how late work had finished the night prior, she hadn’t even bothered to braid it, and she was aware she looked like a mess. She hadn’t even had anything to drink, except for the cup of wine that had been sent to her by that handsome new stranger.

She began to grin to herself, wondering if perhaps she’d see him again soon.

Her headspace became occupied by a different cloud when she reached the bottom of the stairs. The house was little, and the windows were open on that bright and sunny morning, in which quite the fuss seemed to be going on in the streets. Aurora recognized more chatter than usual, which wasn’t odd once in a blue moon, and though she never bothered to listen to whatever they were shouting out, sometimes the words flew themselves into her ears without her willing.

And just as she was hearing the words “Whitestone” and “Briarwoods” Anvor emerged from behind the wall and headed for the front windows, slamming them shut in hopes of mitigating the buzz from outside.

Aurora remained frozen at the bottom of the stairs, recognizing that an attitude that brash was foreign in her adoptive father.

The large man leaned over the counter, sighing out in frustration as he turned around and finally spotted Aurora perched and watching him intently. He huffed and soon let out a chuckle; she reminded him of a little bird whenever she did that.

But he didn’t bring himself to speak and, silently, Aurora took her gaze to the kitchen table where golden slices of toast, jam, and butter lay arranged beside a jug of juice and a kettle of steaming hot water, along with a pamphlet lost between all the items.

“Pa?” She finally spoke up. “Is something up?”

“Nothing to bother you with,” Anvor replied, forcing his robust features to soften if only to keep Aurora from any worry.

But she knew him better than he knew himself, and there was little chance she’d let something as tense go by unspoken. Aurora walked over to the kitchen table and took a glass, pouring herself a generous glass of that sweet orange juice he’d prepared.

“I can see the pamphlet, you know,” she said as she took a seat. “You didn’t make much of an effort to hide it, and I heard what they were saying.”

“It’s nothing but a load of bad news,” Anvor still leaned over the counter, his eyes tense as though they were reliving his darkest moments. “I pity and pray for the people who will go there.”

He was running his hand over his ashen gray beard until he forced himself to snap out of it and bring his dark green eyes back to Aurora, who still watched him closely, taking little sips at a time from her juice.

“We dislike Whitestone for reasons not unknown in this house,” she spoke, her voice soft. “But why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me everything?”

“It’s a hunch I won’t bother to explore now,” Anvor walked over to the table and took a seat in front of Aurora, reaching a large hand out for the kettle as he poured a cup of spearmint tea with honey for her. “Drink up.”

Aurora chuckled. “I knew it.”

“You sang for a long time last night,” Anvor gave a hint of a smile. “You sounded great, you really did. But I don’t want you overworking yourself, that was—”

“The one condition for letting me perform, I know,” Aurora completed.

“You’ll do less time tonight,” Anvor said. “If I keep you there for hours on end, people will start to think I’m exploiting you.”

“Since when do you care what people think?” Aurora teased before taking a drink from her tea. “Mm, this is great.”

“Aurora,” Anvor raised a brow at her.

“I’ll do one hour and a half tonight, forty-five minutes each half with an interlude, and I’ll finish early,” she said. “Sound good?”

“You’ll do one hour,” he said. “It’s either one hour the next two days in a row, or one and a half and you rest the day after.”

Aurora’s gaze wandered over the table until she smiled at a piece of toast that seemed to be calling her name. She took it and coated it with a thin layer of raspberry jam she’d made a few days prior, one of her favorite recipes, and finally looked up at Anvor.

“One and a half hours today, and I’ll rest tomorrow,” she said. “I’d like to finish early, like I said.”

“Why?”

“It’s a full moon,” she said as she bit her toast.

“Ah,” Anvor acknowledged. “Is it a full moon again already?”

“Yeah, it’s gone by fast,” she said. “I’d like to spend some more time with her to thank her.”

“Well then, you do you so long as you’re taking care of yourself,” Anvor drank from his orange juice.

“There’s a lot to talk to her about,” Aurora smiled. “Also, is it me or did we have a fuller house last night? It seemed like we did from upstage.”

Anvor let out another sigh. “We’ve picked up some new regulars along the way.”

Aurora tilted her head. “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Anvor chuckled. “Yes, it should. So long as they don’t make trouble.”

It only felt reasonable that Anvor wouldn’t want his tavern trashed, especially not within the first couple of months of her performing in it.

Like anyone who worked at a tavern in Emon, Aurora would have a fairly relaxed day, mostly full of doing house chores and running errands to make sure the tavern would keep running smoothly and have everything in supply. She knew how it all worked; she’d been managing it since she was a teenager insisting on helping out her Pa with his work. He’d been reluctant to let her help out with the management, but she’d proven herself more than capable.

Getting him to let her sing was a different story, one that made Aurora chuckle every time she remembered it.

But as lighthearted as she tried to make her day be, the news about Whitestone offering citizens of different kingdoms and villages lodging, education and work within their walls.

Logically, only a village with a shortage of population and labor would recur to such measures, which Aurora found wasn’t a good sign, not after Whitestone had hardly been heard of for years after the great raids.

People had mixed feelings about it on the streets. While there were definitely crowds willing to sign up for their chance at a life elsewhere, there were some whose features tensed when the subject was brought up, particularly those among the higher classes. All Aurora knew was that she’d be among the latter; she couldn’t see herself happily making plans to go to Whitestone.

It was being talked about everywhere.

She tried not to pay much attention to the news for the rest of the day, especially considering the fact that the moon would be full that night. It called for happiness, gratitude, fulfillment, things that wouldn’t be possible if she continued to focus on her past. The day went by quicker than she expected, which only meant it wouldn’t drag in boredom while she waited for the night to arrive, and with it, a new possibility.

Granted, not every customer returned two nights in a row to a tavern, especially not one whose first time it had been previously, but Aurora still had hope.

But during her first round of singing, she didn’t see the stranger there. She didn’t even see the charmingly idiotic, hopeless gnome that appeared to be somehow related to him. The crowd was filled with familiar faces who loved to hear her sing, but the mysterious, handsome man with white hair, bright green eyes and fine clothes and round glasses was nowhere to be seen.

Aurora had hoped that he’d arrive during the second half of her performance, but she had no luck either.

By the time she was done, she tried to hide how disheartened she was and gave Anvor the sign that she was leaving before she headed out the back door. All covered up with her favorite long, cozy gray sweater, she felt the cool night breeze was a blessing on her skin.

In the sky, the full moons were already rising, both floating close together and illuminating the night with their ethereal magic. Aurora smiled and took a deep breath of the night air she loved so much before walking down the alley and reaching the front side of the tavern. She’d return home to her set up in the backyard; it was small, but it always sufficed for whenever she wanted to spend some time with the larger of the moons.

As she recited her intents in her mind, barely having paced a few meters away from the tavern, Aurora only managed to lift her gaze just before crashing into someone much taller than her.

She wobbled back, and it wasn’t until a pair of strong hands stabilized her and kept her from falling that she let the truth sink in as she saw the bright green eyes in front of her shielded by round glasses, eyes who seemed just as surprised to see her.

He bashfully let go of her, and his features seemed to soften as if he’d been frowning all day and only managed to relax until then.

Meanwhile, her eyes seemed to gleam like the moons. “It’s you…”

The man scoffed, a smile forming in his lips. “I didn’t expect I’d run into you here.”

“Me either,” her features lit up. “I was beginning to think I wouldn't see you at all tonight.”

“I’m afraid that was the initial plan,” he answered with a hint of a sigh. “But between us, this day has been tiring and I need a drink.”

“Well, the tavern's right here,” she said. “Make yourself at home.”

He was about to walk past her, to continue on his way and leave her to her own business when he stumbled in his own steps and faced her again.

“Is it possible you might know whether the most recent news is being discussed in there?” He spoke with a grim edge to his beautiful voice.

“You too, huh?” Her features softened in sympathy. “I haven’t liked hearing it over and over either. As far as I know, the subject’s not even being touched in there either, so you should be safe from all the gossip.”

“That sounds excellent,” he smiled softly at her as he felt his tensions slipping from him.

Aurora brightly grinned back at him, and as the breeze seemed to cool between them, their gazes met, and he only then noticed the pale gray of her eyes and how it looked stunning against her lavender skin.

“I loved hearing you sing last night,” he muttered.

Aurora’s cheeks began to glow a deep pink as she continued to smile widely at him. “Thank you… I’m so sorry, you’re only just catching me now at the end of my performance. I’d like to go in for a drink with you now, but I told the owner I’d be heading home.”

“Oh, no worries,” he replied. “There will be other nights, I assume?”

“I’ll perform again the day after tomorrow,” Aurora said. “Now that you’re here, I’d change that, but the only reason I was able to perform for as long as I wanted to tonight was that I promised I’d rest instead of overextending.”

He chuckled softly at her, the sound dazzling every nerve of her body.

“I understand,” he said.

“Although… I’ll still be at the tavern,” she said. “If I’m not performing, I’m usually cooking or at the bar, in case you want to stop by.”

He chuckled again in response, his green eyes meeting her gray ones. “I’ll see to it that I can.”

“Great,” she blushed.

“May I know your name?” He spoke cautiously, as though not wanting to overstep.

But Aurora only kept smiling at him, her eyelashes batting unintentionally at the tall man.

“Aurora,” she spoke.

His own smile seemed to widen and soften as if he was being soothed by knowing her name.

“Charming,” he said. “I am Percival… or Percy, whichever you prefer.”

She looked as if she were in a dream. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Percival.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he said as his gaze drifted downward until it landed on the choker around her neck, a light gray band decorated by an intricate white gem carved into a shape that resembled a leaf.

“Is this moonstone?” Percy reached out to touch it.

Aurora felt her heart would leap out of her chest. “Y-Yes, it is.”

“It looks lovely,” he smiled at her as he retracted his hand.

She looked away, bashful, giggling softly while she did nothing to try to hide how flattered she was. In return, Percy found her demeanor as endearing as he expected it would be, and for a moment he couldn’t believe she was real.

Aurora met his gaze once more, her eyes wide and warm, dreamy as she looked at him.

“I should probably head home,” she said. “Though I hope to see you soon.”

“I hope so too, Aurora,” replied Percy. “Will you walk home by yourself?”

“Yes, it’s not far from here,” she reassured him. “It’s safe, I promise. You go into the tavern and try to have fun, will you?”

“If you’re sure,” he said. “Good night, Aurora.”

“Good night, Percival,” her voice was equally enchanting, enough to soothe him for days to come, haunted by the adoration with which she spoke his name.

It was harder for her to move away from him than she would show, and even after walking away, she would look over her shoulder at him, while Percy wanted to wait outside the tavern until she was out of sight.

It wasn’t enough not to see the other; Percy felt he didn’t quite want to enter the tavern anymore, and on the other hand, Aurora didn’t quite want to return to her home so soon, for it seemed the two would rather spend the night talking away underneath the light of the moons.

Thank you for reading!

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earthstellar · 2 years

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Ok so like, are there any transformers comics that you like that show how Megatron got from point A to point B? Like how do you go from workers rights to genocidal conquest? That would be a good story. I apologize if I'm being rude, I just think that fall from grace would be a good story and would like to read it

No worries, thank you for asking! :) <3

Off the top of my head, I would recommend the following issues/arcs for more context on IDW 1 Megatron's overall character development!

It's worth noting that a lot of Megatron's backstory was released somewhat out of order in terms of comic release dates, but below are chronological in terms of Megatron's in-universe personal timeline.

So reading them in this order may not make sense in regards to any larger overarching plot points, but in terms of covering Megatron's backstory, this is more or less a good order to read things in, if you don't mind missing some of the surrounding context for other stuff going on! :)

There is also some skipping around that happens, as MTMTE for example had concurrent release with some other relevant titles, so things are a bit staggered. I've tried to list the below in a reasonably coherent order, as much as possible, but it's unavoidable that there may be some skipping around within the comic narratives as a result of the way some of the comics were released right around the same time as each other, or sometimes years apart! :')

I'm not going to include any of the Spotlight series, as those are one-offs with individual character focuses, but the Orion Pax/Optimus Prime one does touch on some of the early war period; Naturally, Megatron features here and there in a lot of the one-offs and short arcs etc., but the below are the issues/arcs which emphasise him more in the forefront of things and contribute more coherently to building his background.

Hopefully that all makes sense; Figuring out comic stuff can be hard, so I've done my best to provide a decent reading list below that covers the majority of the key IDW 1 stuff for Megs, although it doesn't include every single thing! <3

---Living Under Oppression---

Series: MTMTE / Lost Light

List of Relevant Issues:

The Fecund Moon

This Calamitous Life

Predestination: An Expert's Guide

The Becoming

Towards Peace

Chaos Theory #1

Births, Deaths, and Interventions

The Last Autobot

---Rise to Power---

Series: Megatron Origin

List of Relevant Issues: All Four

Series: Transformers Autocracy

List of Relevant Issues: All Thirteen

---Power Corrupts/Doing Bullshit on Earth---

Series: Transformers Infiltration

List of Relevant Issues: All Six

Series: All Hail Megatron

List of Relevant Issues: All Sixteen

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I hope that's a useful list for you; It's not perfect, and doesn't include everything relevant to Megatron's backstory, but this is a decent chunk of the stuff that's relevant to him! :)

(I also might have borked the order of All Hail Megatron and Infiltration at the end there, as I know that was their release order but I can't recall the actual in-universe order of the stories at the moment, lol)

There's a ton of stuff to read over that is Megatron-relevant, though, so I'd say you might want to scroll through the TFWiki page on IDW 1 Megatron here if you don't mind possibly coming across spoilers, to see which plot points are in which specific issues aside from those listed above! :)

If the sheer amount of IDW 1 stuff out there is overwhelming, I'd say just have fun and start with MTMTE if you need a jumping on point, then backfill with the other IDW 1 material as you go along and can better identify what context you might need. (This is what a lot of people did when MTMTE was first coming out, so no worries!)

I know this is a super long answer LOL, but it can be daunting to sort out comic stuff, so I hope this is at least a little useful for you! :) <3

#idw megatron #idw 1 #idw transformers #maccadam #maccadams #miner megatron #mtmte #lost light

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ponds-of-ink · 2 years

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Investigating Patient 46 (Part 1 - Narrowing Down the Options)

AKA Trying to “prove” the Patient 46 hill I’m willing to die on because the other options are just… wrong to me.

Keep in mind that, until we get actual proof from any future FNAF games or books (I guess?), this is also conjecture. Though this is a hill I’m willing to die on, hopefully I’ll be humble enough to accept that I’ve been wrong when the time comes.

All right, so here’s the usual suspects that I’ve seen get brought up when talking about Patient 46:

*Gregory

*The Ruin Girl/A New Character

*Vanny (as a split personality a la Jekyll and Hyde thanks to Glitchtrap)

*Elizabeth haunting Vanessa… for some reason?

Let’s debunk Greg first, since there’s more straightforward proof.

In a FNAF Reddit post, there was confirmation that 46 is a girl in both the Italian and Spanish translations thanks to which versions of certain words were used. In the comments of said post, the German and Chinese translations also called Patient 46 a girl. So this isn’t a one-off translation error.

That means Greg or any other known male character can be ruled out instantly.

This still leaves The Ruin Girl, who is a kid. How do you debunk her since she’s a child too?

Well, you can thank Therapist 1 from 46’s first tape.

“…Don’t you think the sessions are more successful when you talk to me? You know, everyone associated with this company gets performance reviews, right? When my sessions don’t get results, my reviews aren’t very good…”

Therapist 1 is a company-hired therapist straight from the get-go. Unless Fazbear Entertainment can somehow hire therapists that exclusively deal with kids (which I doubt, because I don’t think Faz Ent. files under government, school, or private practice [and yes, I checked to see where child therapists typically work]), then this debunks any living/potential robot kids being the culprit.

Side note: another therapist says she works with kids, but there’s more to that statement I think we’ve missed:

“You know, I work with people of all ages, from little kids to the very elderly and everyone reacts to tragedy differently. “

Which means she’s not a one age-range only therapist. She’s probably only talking down because she figures “this poor girl’s acting childish”.

But, going back to the main topic, what about ghost kids? How can we debunk Elizabeth somehow haunting Vanessa during this period? Or, alternatively, how can we debunk that this is about her at all?

Let’s start with the (hopefully) easier task of proving that she’s not even in the main game.

As MatPat brought up in the Blob Theory, the Blob itself is made up of wires and jumbled-up animatronics with glowing faces… Except not all of them are glowing. The Puppet and Circus Baby are noticeably lacking those red glows in their eyes. Which likely means that Charlie and Elizabeth have already been set free by this point. Must be a huge relief to those concerned about Henry not being to reunite with his daughter after FNAF 6.

Now, what about disproving that a certain topic in those tapes that could apply to Elizabeth? Well, this is more speculative and character analysis-driven, but it’s something I want to throw out there.

Why exactly, in any interpretation of William/Glitchtrap’s character (who, btw, is most likely also with Vanessa at this point regardless of Liz being there or not), would there be some form of eagerness to play along and say “yes, I was a terrible dad”? Or at least a high enough tolerance of this accusation to let Vanessa act this story out?

If he was as cruel to his kids or hyper-obsessed with the idea of family as some speculate, then wouldn’t his pride get in the way somehow? The “cruel to his kids” would most likely go ‘yeah, I made ‘em squirm but they deserved it’ while the family-obsessed one would outright jump in and go “are you crazy? I was a great father! my kids were the problem! That’s why I made a ‘better’ one!”, etc.

On the flip side, I can see why the more neglectful/trying to be decent portrayal of Afton could play along more willingly. Probably a way to show that he shares adult Michael’s habit of trying to making amends… in his own very twisted way. The only concern I have is that, outside of the original book trilogy’s timeline, there isn’t really much evidence to support Elizabeth really being harmed in any way. He tries to protect her from Circus Baby, Scrap Baby sounds very eager to please but in a more “look, Daddy, I’m like you now! >:D” kinda tone in that ending speech from FNAF 6, and the fact that she’s gone at all instead of being like “oh no my dad tricked me I gotta talk with somebody :(“ is um… Weirdly telling.

And that’s not even covering the other stuff I brought up in another post where I talked about a couple of the Fazbear Frights epilogues. I’d link that, but hmmm… Nah. I’ll send you to a post who can sum up my current train of thought a whole lot better. Besides, OP makes better points for this than I can off the top of my head.

Point is Elizabeth is neither (1) Patient 46 and (2) most likely not the one who gave the false testimony at that custody case… Unless that gets disproven later somehow in Ruin.

Which leaves us with two things: Vanny is Patient 46 and none of the crossed out patients have that custody case backstory. Yes, not even Gregory or Elizabeth, though I can see why people would think that.

So, that leaves us with a whole bunch of new questions. Whose past is 46’s? Was the custody case even real? Is Vanessa some lost Afton kid we missed somehow?

Hopefully, I’ll be able to answer those questions in a part 2.

(Oh and uh… Yeah I forgot about the completely new character option. Oops. I guess I can’t really “debunk” someone we don’t really know about yet, huh? Hmm. My only problem with this is: Why exactly introduce some other new villain when there’s Vanny and Glitchtrap already there in the shadows, waiting for their proper turn? Idk, it just feels weird from a writing standpoint atm.)

#patient 46 #fnaf theory #pond rambles #fnaf security breach #vanessa fnaf #elizabeth afton #gregory fnaf #william afton #glitchtrap #part 1 #long post #it’s late at night as I post this #so sorry if this doesn’t make sense at some points #i tried my best with research

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It was a tough day Gasly reflects on 'frustrating' incident-filled Friday in Baku

It was a Friday to forget in Baku for Pierre Gasly, after the French racer’s qualifying ended with him in the barrier in Q1. And while he was frustrated with the outcome, he was setting his sights on pulling off "a good surprise" over the coming two days of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix weekend – featuring the refreshed F1 Sprint format. Gasly’s Friday started in excruciating fashion when in the early stages of the lone practice session of the weekend, the rear of his Alpine caught on fire due to a hydraulics issue, forcing him to stop on track. WATCH: Nyck de Vries and Pierre Gasly crash out of Azerbaijan Grand Prix qualifying After changes to the gearbox and power unit, the Alpine mechanics fixed the A523 machine with moments to spare before qualifying. But it counted for little, as Gasly’s Friday went from bad to worse when he crashed into the barrier at Turn 3 midway through Q1. Reflecting on his Friday after jumping out of the cockpit, Gasly said: “Obviously very disappointed. It was a pretty tough day, a pretty tough Friday overall for us as a team. "FP1 didn’t go as planned with a hydraulic issue in the first 20 minutes, and the boys did an incredible job to repair the car, literally a minute before the qualifying. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences 2023 Azerbaijan GP Qualifying: Gasly brings out second red flag in Q1 after Turn 3 crash “And then after it was tricky, with such few laps, and coming into Turn 3, I didn’t brake so late, but didn’t brake hard enough. Thought I could make the corner and unfortunately just understeered, and put it into the wall.” He added: “Pretty frustrating, but thanks to the new [Sprint weekend] format at least we can put this behind us for tomorrow and refresh with the Sprint tomorrow. But a pretty frustrating day.” READ MORE: Leclerc beats Verstappen in qualifying thriller for third straight Azerbaijan GP pole Alpine were one of a number of teams to bring upgrades to their car this weekend, and when quizzed on whether he could feel any improvement in the performance of the A523 despite limited running on Friday, Gasly replied: “Honestly, no. “The reality is that this morning I think I did one lap in [the 1m 46s], and the pace in quali was [1m 41s], so it was the first 10 minutes, and then in quali with the red flag I was going to do a decent lap time on that second push. Alpine have brought upgrades to their car this weekend “All in all, there is quite a lot to work on for tomorrow. Still another day, [the] race is long on Sunday. With the Sprint we know everything can happen, and we will go for it tomorrow.” With its long straights, the Baku City Circuit offers drivers an opportunity to overtake, and Gasly said that was something he and his team would be using as a positive going into the rest of the weekend. FACTS AND STATS: A first front row in Baku for Verstappen but the wait for a Red Bull pole here continues “We have got to look at some positives where we can find some,” said Gasly, who finished third in Baku in 2021. “But I think generally, it has been challenging for us as a team. We score the points only tomorrow afternoon and on Sunday. “So, we will give our best shot and... we can overtake, so we will have to use these opportunities and hopefully we can be a good surprise on Sunday, and also tomorrow,” he concluded. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

#F1 #‘It was a tough day’ – Gasly reflects on 'frustrating' incident-filled Friday in Baku #Formula 1

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Andy I had presentation today and I guess it went fine, tbh it's more of type of class you present and every student will receive same easy great grade and that's nice, still stressful af giving oral presentation with a friend in front of people... I pulled all-nighter and I'm sleepy too ;-; And I got dragged into korean dramas recently, watched Beyond Evil (highly recommend) and I'm halfway through The Devil Judge (also recommend so far), well at least I can't say my procrastination sources are monotone, always something new. I feel like my recs jump all over the place and I send a lot, so don't feel pressured to keep on top of them! I hope you'll just end up with a list of things you'll get around to when you want and hopefully enjoy them! Hope you had nice weekend sunshine ^_^ Remember to drink water and eat well! and sorry if this is all over the place I'm pretty sleepy ;-;

AGNES POP OFF!!! Ate the presentation up fr as usual. Presenting to the class is absolutely terrifying, I don't know if I find it worse presenting to people you know or those you don't 😵 It's been a while since I've had a group presentation to do but I hope considering it was with your friend it took some of the stress off your shoulders! Not sleepy 😭 I hope you got hours on hours to relax after to make up for it!!

I have yet to watch those kdramas so I'll add them to the list of recs let's gooo! I just googled them and they both look real good, it's very much the genre that I enjoy watching from kdramas. I think I'll end up choosing The Devil Judge first because I love the sound of it ngl, I hope the endings of both are satisfactory. I find the most in kdramas that the plot is literally god sent but the ending is so rushed or unfitting? At least in a lot of my experiences anyway. I admire the fact you can watch two at once that's beyond my level yet I'm afraid. The most I can do is watch two anime at the same time but like even that's pushing things gn. I think my favorite kdrama I've seen so far would have to be Vincenzo but that is quite the popular opinion. Another few that got me for a while were Extracurricular and Sky Castle, I don't remember the details much but I feel like Sky Caste did lose me somewhere along the line so maybe not the best rec. I've not seen too many other bangers recently but on my list is Crash landing on you. I'm not crazy for the romance genre more into the action / mystery (Alice in borderland actually is a popular Jdrama that's decent enough but nothing too special, still decent watch if you haven't seen!) but something about this one is pulling me in 😭 I'll update you on it but let me know if you've seen/watched it! I also watched Hotel del Luna not too long ago and I enjoyed it a fair bit although it did get heavy on the flashbacks (of scenes we had seen not like new info) in the latter half of the show which got sickening. Although kdramas and kmedia alike do love a good replay. I sometimes watch random singing shows, weekly idol, and I used to watch that one advice show that had like 400 eps?? But with them you get everyone and their distant relatives reaction to literally anything it's so annoying 😭 A staffs water bottle could fall over and the cameraman will pan to row 237 to get their expressions.

I started Hannibal 😳 I was notttt expecting this from it, I knew very little apart from a man ate people's organs but holy fuck. When we first meet Mr Hannibal himself, it's a very brief look at his face but his expression very much looked like a threat, it was not something I've seen done so well in a show for a while and I don't even know if it was the sunlight on the train shading his face or what but it hooked me 😭 Ok I have my raw thoughts wrote out after every ep (mostly) and the main points I've got so far I'll summarize them. Edit: I started writing this before finishing s1 which I now have, but I'll update my points with my current thoughts! Also this is my apology in advance for inevitably misinterpreting the scenes bye. Ok firstly, fucking a big one for me was Abigail's friend whose name escapes me being murdered and left in the hunting house- where he knew they were going to holy shitttt my jaw dropped. But very important it seems that truly there's only a handful of potential killers, those that were witness to her coming over and visiting Abigail the day prior. Obviously it's easier to say this when we know who did it but truly in my opinion it could've only been between the brother of the initial copycats victim, Abigail, Will, or Hannibal. (Edit: Fast forward to the end of season 1, yeah I think this point was realized 😭😭 and captilized on. I believed it could be wrote off as the brother of the victim killing these people however, once Will started piecing together the copycat killer to the other victims it was very fucking clear it was either him or Hannibal to the entirity of the staff. The one fatal flaw or perhaps intentional moment was Hannibal placing the blame of those initial murders on Will. Although I believe it to potentially be intentional as he seems to want Will to know what he did. I initially believed the end of s1 with Will being accused as the backup plan or a Get out of jail free card for Hannibal to utilise if necessary. However, the breadcrumb trail in the direction of Will inevitably being arrested and his house being searched was too prominent, the hiding of the true MRI results, the keys and gun left on the table after planting the worry of the female FBI staff psychiatrist (Anabelle? Begins with A?) being murdered. The fact we saw Hannibal alter the lures oh so early in the season showcases just how long he has this plan in motion, the extent of his thought process, and the fact it was in fact the original plan, this was how he wanted it to go).

I'm almost done with s1 (so true) and I'm at the part where Hannibal says he's considering a friendship with Will and later that episode is like hey, you should really go to that music shop. My (initial) interpretation was this man wasn't liking the idea of someone (Will) becoming close to him and allowing him to peer through his many many walls as his psychiatrist said. Yet, his expression when he heard Dominic(?) Say he killed 2 people and then the either surprise of Will surpassing expectations or the relief of seeing Will alive (mix of both?) flashed on his face when Will walked through the door hello. (Edit: Literally wrong as hell ok my new interpretation was he was establishing a reliable source in his psychiatrist by furthering her belief that he wants to help Will, so when questioned by authority she would only sing the song he wants, that's why he said he was "considering a friendship". Although maybe that is true it had a much bigger underlying reason for being said that went over my head initially 😭 Also I definitely think he was relieved to see him alive although now it seems that it was for a continuation of the plan he had in motion). Also not to mention the hints Hannibals low-key dropping?? The stag statue, was that always there?? The they're harvesting the organs comment which steered Will more into focusing on that aspect. He has Will tethering on the edge of discovering the truth. Perhaps the adrenaline of having someone with the potential to uncover the depth of your actions is an addictive one. (Edit: I could be wrong as hell with literally everything I've just said gn but this is what I'm thinking at least in conclusion to s1. I will hold off updating you any further until I complete s2 and then again big finale S3, I could be missing absolute key info tbh that would further explain pieces here but I'm really enjoying it so far! I thought I'd give you the little update while everything's more or less fresh in my head ^^).

Sasaki and Miyano, I know you said you didn't finish it all those weeks ago (although you easily could've now) and honestly I'm only going on to EP 5 but it is simply very sweet 😭 I don't think I can choose my favorite character although as of rn is between the two of them, its interchangeable between eps. My one critique has nothing to do with the plot but the shapes that we see on screen every minute bye it was kind of sickening at first but now I've got used to it. I haven't actually gone back to it in about a week but I must make time for it again it was just a heartwarming show. I love how fast the progression of time is in it, like we're not stuck in a year at school we are speedrunning the experience and honing in on important / telling moments of their interactions and feelings. Very cool, thank you for the rec because honestly I would've never found this! I was initially going to watch uhh is it Hanado-kun? but the anime it's the prequel of! I read the synopsis last weekend and it sounded like a lovely watch however, I did feel like my vibe was too stressed out to enjoy it. It was like settling down to watch a Ghibli movie I need my mindset to match. I say this, watch me go in to watch it and it'll somehow be a murder mystery. Besides the point, I am looking forward to seeing it! I enjoy a good 12 ep anime tbh especially after not committing to one for a while. I remember the last 12 ep one I watched must've been Sk8 the infinity? I enjoyed it a lot (very casual watch although it got me binge watching it over like two days), it actually persuaded me to buy a skateboard 😭 I did the same thing with Haikyuu and bought a volleyball, God I'm easily influenced. Actually on the topic (kind of) I bought a bike recently! I hadn't ridden a bike since I was like 11 and decided to take my bike down a massive field (top 10 best decisions) however comma my tire did pop on a rock in the ground (no one saw this fate coming) and I hadn't been able to get it fixed since 😵

As well on the side I saw George went live on his alt there for like 4 hours amen good food George I haven't seen it yet but I probably will have it on at some point. Let me know if you've seen or if it's good! I also saw Karl, Foolish, Quackity, Punz, and Sapnap meet up but like in passing photos and screenshots I didn't actually watch anything. I did a screenshot of mid stream Karl and Foolish risking it all live for one another, good for them good for them. Also the MCC team reveals, I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this team. I can't even guess how the dynamic will play out but I will witness it all the same. On the side, sorry there's like a George update section of my mind lighting up rn, but Wilbur and George seem to be in an upcoming MrBeast vid? Me when more content 😍 yet, the content of them will probably span 3 minutes out of 10 but I don't think I can be picky. I'm actually excited for Techno and George on the same team too, I remember last year they were seen playing bedwars together for a little while but I don't think anything content related came out of it. I think they'd work well on screen tbh although I don't know if this is a genuine assessment of their dynamic or just me wanting it to be true. Yet, as you said before George just has a tendency to get on well with people.

I am absolutely loaded with recs which I'm very thankful for as everything I have seen so far has been so fucking good amen. My week was quite busy surprisingly at work so I'm very relieved to see the weekend again, I hope your week wasn't too stressful! I know your exam season is looming over right now but you've got it in the bag, easy peasy, literally no bother for you. I hope you still get the time each day to relax and unwind for a while! Sorry it took so long to get back to you, I have a lot I must reply to you with bye I have little pieces wrote for each so I will get there albeit slowly. Thank you for the well wishes, enjoy your kdramas or anything else you might start or return to legend!!

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I like Bakuguo but his attitude is starting to really piss me off. He's talking about Daku as if he's just ~crazy~ and as if he isn't partly to blame for Deku's toxic self-worth issues. It's infuriating to watch. If Bakuguo doesn’t admit out loud and in front of his friends that his bullying of Deku played a part in Deku's current destructive state and if he doesn’t verbally apologize and reaffirm Deku's worth then I can no longer like Bakuguo's character or Hori's writing.

tbh I don't really know why this is the discourse of choice for people all of a sudden, but this is already the second ask I've gotten about it, so I might as well address it lol.

I think fandom is conflating fanon!Deku and canon!Deku here again. fanon Deku is of course much more sensitive and woobified and has much shakier self-esteem. fanon Deku is the one that turns evil in so many AUs because of Kacchan's bullying. fanon Deku is the one that actually jumps off the roof in so many fics, as opposed to fishing his notebook back out of the pond a few minutes later grumbling about how Kacchan needs to think before he speaks or else he could land himself in serious shit one day if god forbid anyone actually does take his cruel words to heart.

and just to clarify before I get any further, I am not saying this to excuse Kacchan's actions in any way, because what he did was still completely terrible and unacceptable and WAY over the line, and what's more he knew it, too. the bullying was still shitty and horrible and awful, and definitely impacted Deku and made him miserable. I fully acknowledge that, and that Kacchan has a lot of atoning to do for it. this is not a "Kacchan did nothing wrong" post.

but that being said, I don't think canon Deku's reckless self-sacrificing nature actually has anything to do with the bullying. I think they're two completely separate things. canon Deku actually has pretty decent self-esteem in spite of everything Kacchan did to him. canon Deku doesn't think he is useless. canon Deku had a wholeass fight with Kacchan less than 10 chapters into the series in which he explicitly spelled it out for Kacchan that he had a lot of worth, and was going to prove it to him. canon Deku was persistent in wanting to become a hero and hoping and believing that he could find some way in spite of being quirkless. canon Deku never let go of that dream even when no one else supported it. I don't think he would have even given up on it after being told no by All Might, tbh -- we just never got to see how it would have played out because of everything that happened with the sludge monster shortly afterward. but he's not the type to ever give up on something that easily, and we've seen that. canon Deku never thought he was useless, but rather wanted to prove to everyone else that he wasn't.

the drive that Deku has to save and protect others even at the expense of his own safety is something entirely separate from that. he doesn't break his body for others simply because he has no self-esteem and thinks that his own life isn't important. he does it because he can't stand the thought of someone else getting hurt, and knowing that he could have done something to prevent it. it's as simple as that. like, Spider-Man has the whole "with great power comes great responsibility" thing, right? and he doesn't have low self-esteem; he simply believes that if he has the ability to help someone else, then he has a responsibility to help them. it's a personal creed. and Deku is based on Spider-Man. his philosophy is based on that philosophy, which was one of Horikoshi's core influences and is one of the core creeds in superhero fiction.

Deku is self-destructive not because he doesn't value himself, but because he is literally physically incapable of standing back and doing nothing if he knows that he can do something. he's the type of person who sees a car speeding towards someone and leaps in to push them out of the way. NOT because he wants to get himself fucking pancaked by a speeding car, but simply because he can't sit back and watch the other person get hurt without taking action. his body moves before he can think. and that's where the whole "doesn't take himself into account" thing comes in -- the fact that his thought process simply stops at "get them out of the way of the car", and never extends beyond that to "hey, and maybe I should try to find a way to do this that doesn't involve me getting hit in their place." to him, that's simply less important than the first priority, which is getting the other person out of the way.

and regarding that last part, while that may seem like a self-worth issue if he's prioritizing everyone else above himself, I think what it actually is just selflessness taken to extremes. like for instance, when a parent sacrifices themselves to save their child, them placing the child's life above their own isn't necessarily because they don't see themselves as having value. rather, it's that they love the child so much that they place their well-being even above their own. and that's what Deku is like as well. except that in his case he cares about EVERYONE, and so is willing to sacrifice himself for anyone. and that selflessness is his defining character trait, and simultaneously the most admirable and the most terrifying thing about him. it's both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness, which I think is fascinating to explore.

but anyway, so that's also why we never really see anyone thoroughly chewing him out for this behavior either. because the thing is, it is admirable how selfless he is. it's just that there's also a reason why most people are at least a little bit selfish. and that's because too much selflessness will ultimately and inevitably wind up getting you killed. at some point you either have to learn when to put the oxygen mask on yourself first, or else find yourself a loyal group of friends (or classmates) to watch your back, and make sure that mask gets on you when you need it. and maybe help you land the plane too while they're at it.

anyway so that was a lot of rambling, but basically it all boils down to three things:

when Deku berates himself for being useless (for instance at the end of the War arc), he's doing it out of frustration for not being able to push the others out of the way of the metaphorical car. that's the kind of uselessness he can't stand. the sitting-back-and-doing-nothing uselessness.

Kacchan's bullying was terrible, and it might have indeed played a part in Deku's choice of the word "useless" as a way of berating himself in these instances, but he is not the one who gave Deku this mindset of taking himself out of the equation. that's something that was already inherent to Deku from day one. (but that said, Kacchan has a lot of things to apologize to Deku for anyway, so if he wants to add this to the list I certainly won't stop him. he gets mad about Deku's suicidal attitude because it worries him, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't feel responsible for it. people underestimated his feelings of atonement before 284/285, and I think they're still underestimating him now.)

and lastly, one last important note, which is that Deku's current "saving" mindset isn't wrong, just as Kacchan's "winning" mindset was not wrong either. the lesson to be learned here is NOT that being selfless and wanting to save other people is bad. rather, it's the fact that he's trying to do it alone that's got him all fucked up right now. basically when you think about it, selflessness is really just selfishness on someone else's behalf. which means that in order for Deku to be saved, it isn't necessary for him to change his outlook or his selfless attitude, even if it is pretty crazy lol. rather, all he really needs is a good group of friends who are willing to act selfishly on his behalf in return. protecting each other through mutual selflessness lol. teamwork as self-preservation. hence why the U.A. kids are here now.

anyway so yeah, I think that's everything. sorry this got so long and out of control lol. this is just a very specific nuanced thing that's hard for me to express, but which I feel is very important when it comes to Deku's character. Kacchan didn't unleash Depressed Nomad Deku on the world (or at least not in this respect). but that being said, he and the others will hopefully be the ones to nudge him back on the right course again.

#bnha 319 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks #long post

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village

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myemye · 3 years

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“Why can’t you want me like the other boys do…” [Shoji Mezo x gn! Reader]

Summary: You and Shoji are decently good friends and one day he decides to ask you for advice with a crush while studying.

a/n: I wrote this like 6 months ago and I swear I don’t write like this anymore. Also i’m not 100% sure how to set up a tumblr page so I may not do a request box thing or write anymore. It really just depends on how this is received and my motivation to write. And I wrote this piece based off of me, so it has feminine aspects [makeup, skirt part of uniform, etc]

Also, I kinda used the song “Crave You” by the flight facilities as inspo.

Sorry for the long intro and hopefully you enjoy whatever this is lmao.

Word Count: 1.7k

You open your eyes and a soft glow illuminates your dorm. Your dorm: it's simple, but it really fits your personality. A small bookshelf, a record player [and some vinyl records,] fairy lights, and some band posters.

After ten or fifteen groggy minutes of contemplating whether or not to get up, you decide that it would be harder for you to wake up at this point so you decide to get up. You grab your phone and put on some slippers as your barely conscious body drags you over to Mina’s room.

Describing your relationship with Mina is kind of difficult; “best friends” is probably a term that would describe it well. I mean, you guys can go to each other about pretty much anything.

Without hesitation, you open her door and jump into her pink-and-black polka dotted bed. You know that she’s a light sleeper, so the noise of the door creaking open was enough to wake her up.

When you fall into her bed, you roll over and let out a giggle. Mina is very much awake and very much not happy about your decision to wake her up in such a way.

“What do you want y/n?” Mina discontentedly asks.

“I just missed you.” You whine.

Mina is the type of person that when they wake up, they are up, and like today, usually unpleasant about the fact that they cannot go back to bed.

“Do you wanna go and get changed?” Your best friend asks.

“I might as well,” You say back. “I’ll meet you down at breakfast, right?” You question.

“Of course,” Mina said with a smile on her face.

You wave goodbye and smile as you walk out her door, phone in hand.

You walk to your dorm and stumble inside.

“What to wear?” You ask yourself aloud as you look inside your dresser.

“Oh shit, its Friday!” You respond to yourself and run to your closet almost tripping over your feet.

You quickly do your makeup. It is pretty simple, just eyebrows, eyeliner, and mascara. The basics, in your opinion, to accentuate your facial features, and you put on your uniform.

You look in the mirror and mess with your hair a little bit, ultimately deciding that what it looks like now will have to do, and you go down to breakfast.

…

In the cafeteria, you get some rice and coffee. You’re not really a breakfast person, so you usually have a small appetite in the morning.

You go over and sit with Mina and the rest of the 1-A girls as you all eat.

As you all eat and talk, you see a tall figure walk past you.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” You think.

Shoji Mezo. You’ve been quite casual friends with him for the last couple months if you can recall correctly, but in reality you’ve had a crush on him since the first day. He was so polite, and you’ve always had a think for the quiet and stoic type. It also doesn’t hurt that he is hot. Like ridiculously hot. Just wow.

“Ahem.” Mina cleared her throat.

Oh no.

“I was staring, wasn’t I? You say nervously.

“Hey, at least you’re aware,” Momo replied.

“Do you like him?” Hagakure asks.

“I think so,” You say hesitantly.

“Why?” All of the girls at the table say in unison.

“I…I don’t really know,” You answer honestly. “He’s always nice to me and he has really good manners. Ooooh remember that time he totally dissed Mineta for trying to look up our skirts? That was so funny and charming.” You say almost getting lost behind the words. “Also he’s very hot,” You say under your breath.

Their eyes lit up.

“Damn, they’re crushing hard,” Jirou states.

“Seems like it,” Uraraka replies.

“You should go for it y/n!” Mina says almost yelling for the whole cafeteria to hear.

“Uhm no,” You blatantly say. “I doubt he even likes me back.”

“Totally off-the-record, but when you talk to him, his heart rate increases” Jirou says lifting your spirits.

“Wait… really?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Jirou responds.

“Why were you listening *ribbit*?” Tsu asks.

“I get bored sometimes, ya know?” Jirou said.

As the two of them were arguing back and forth whether its “an invasion of privacy to listen to people’s heart rates.” All you could think about was if he could like you. “Shoji Mezo, liking me, y/n l/n?” You whisper to yourself.

…

We all clean up from breakfast and start walking to Aizawa-Sensei’s classroom. To my surprise, I see Shoji sitting in his seat and no one else was in the room.

“Guys, I can’t go in there,” You say.

“Oh really?” Mina says as she smirks.

“Yea-,” You start to say as you’re cut off by the girls pushing you into the room.

You walk to your seat and sit down. Oh, and did I mention that you and Shoji sit next to each other?!?

You look up from your seat and see the girls smiling and giving you thumbs up.

“Hello Shoji,” You say.

His eyes widened, almost as if he didn’t expect for you to talk to him.

“Hi y/n,” He says back to you.

You two sit in silence for what seems like forever, but was probably only a minute or two. And he finally gets the courage to talk to you.

“Uhmm, so y/n?” He asks.

“Yea Shoji?” You blurt out almost immediately.

“I know that you have good grades, and you’re really smart,” he says, “Sodoyoumaybewannastudytogethersometime?”

“Yea,” You reply smiling, “I’ve been needing a study partner for a while now.”

“Cool,” He says with what seems to be a blush on his face, but you can’t tell because of his mask.

“Here, text me,” You say as you write your phone number on one of his many tentacles in sharpie.

The five minute bell rings and the girls walk into the room. You start to feel your face grow red.

“Oh no. Why did I do that?” You think to yourself.

Mina looks at you, smiles, and puts her thumbs up. You proceed with an awkward smile back at her, and start to die of embarrassment. [figuratively, of course]

…

Classes for the day wrap up and you head to your dorm.

You grab a bean bag chair from your closet, and put a decorative pillow on the circle chair that’s in your room. You take out your speaker from your drawer, and turn your studying playlist on relatively low volume.

“Perfect,” You think.

You hear a knock at the door and all of your calm thoughts disappear.

“Oh no,” You think as you start to freak out.

You open the door to your dorm nonetheless.

“Hi Shoji,” You mutter.

“Hello y/n, may I come in?” Shoji asks.

“He’s so polite,” You think as you almost swoon.

“Of course!” You say, now wondering how long its been since he asked to come in.

He walks into your dorm.

“Take a seat anywhere,” You say.

Shoji proceeds to set down his bag and sits on your bed.

“Okay,” you think to yourself, “this is happening.”

You gently pick up and toss the pillow that you had just placed on your circle chair and sit down on there.

“What subject shall we start with?” You ask.

“I think we should start with math,” He says confidently [which is out-of-the-ordinary for Shoji]

“I’m fine with that,” You say.

You both study for about an hour

“Do you want to take a break?” Shoji asks.

“Sure, I could go for a break,” You say tiredly from the studying, “What do you want to do?”

“We can just talk if that is fine by you,” He responds back to you.

You think you can start to see his face grow a blush and turn red under his mask.

You set your things down on your chair and sit on your bed next to Shoji.

“Yea, we can totally talk!” You say. “Is there anything particular that you want to talk about?”

“Actually, yea,” he says as he gets more flustered, “I was wondering if I could as for some advice… about a crush.”

“What would you like to know,” You respond seemingly as chipper as ever.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. He likes another person. What am I gonna do?” You think to yourself.

“So… uhm I like this person and I don’t know if they like me back. What should I do?” He asks nervously.

“Well, personally I think if you like someone, you should make a move. People like confidence,” You tell him.

“Ugh, seriously y/n. Take your own advice. Be honest with yourself!” You think to yourself.

“Uhmmm… Well in that case....,” Shoji starts even more nervously than before, “I should be honest then…”

Your eyes widen as a look of confusion sweeps over your face.

“I think I like you, like a lot. I don’t know if you like me back but-” He says before you cut him off.

“Shoji, I like you too. I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I saw you,” You said while deeply blushing.

His eyes widen and the red on his face darkens even more, to the point you didn’t know if his face could darken that much.

“Y/n, may I kiss you?” He asks abruptly.

Now a blush comes across your face almost as deep and beet-red as his.

“Please,” You whisper.

He starts leaning in and you close your eyes and lean in as well.

You soon feel a pair of lips on yours, but you are too focused on the kiss to realize that the pair of lips on yours, are his lips. It is amazing. You are engulfed in the kiss and it felt like hours even though it was only a matter of seconds. Before you knew it the kiss was over and you felt his mask be lifted back onto his face. You open your eyes, just to admire him and his pretty face.

“Shoji, would you like to go on a date with me?” You ask almost out of nowhere.

He leans in and kisses you on the forehead on his mask and says “I would love nothing more than that, y/n”

#shoji mezo #shoji mezou #shoji x y/n #mha shoji #shoji #shoji fluff #class 1a #bnha fanfiction #friends to lovers #shoji x reader #shoji mezo x reader #shoji headcanons #shoji smut

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arrantsnowdrop · 3 years

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To be a Jedi - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Request: “anakin/female!reader getting together fic that involves reader crying because she’s feeling self-conscious about her appearance and feeling worthless and anakin comforting her and calming her down and then accidentally confessing to her?”

Tags: @lothloriien

Warnings: self-deprecation, insecurities, etc. (~2,500 words)

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Being a Jedi really sucked sometimes.

Not all the time. In fact, you normally enjoyed the fast-paced, demanding lifestyle you led. Even as a youngling you had taken pride in the ritual and responsibility of being a Jedi, and now, as a Padawan on the verge of facing the Jedi trials, you were more confident than ever that the Force had led you down the right path.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t have bad days every once in a while.

Your Master had been called away on some highly classified mission in the Naboo system, so you’d been spending the week at the Jedi Temple working on some independent research and participating in training sessions with the other senior Padawans. Unfortunately, they were focusing on lightsaber combat this week - something you were definitely not as skilled at considering your specialization in negotiation and communications.

It wasn’t that you were unathletic - you were training to be a Jedi for crying out loud - but it was hard not to feel a little self-conscious about how much you were struggling with the training exercises, especially when your assigned training partner was none other than Anakin Skywalker.

It was just past midday - you’d been training for hours already and still had a few to go. The sun was blaring down on the courtyard where you and the other Padawans were sparring under Obi-Wan’s supervision.

You panted heavily, eyeing Anakin as the two of you circled each other slowly. There was no question as to which one of you would launch the next parry - Anakin had taken the offensive right out of the gate - so all you could do was try to catch your breath and prepare yourself for his next attack.

His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, a few beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and some of his hair sticking to his face. His eyes were following your every move, tracking you like you were some kind of prey.

You hated this.

Suddenly, Anakin lunged forward, blue lightsaber whirring loudly as he swung it towards you. You groaned, lifting your own lightsaber up at the last possible moment to deflect him.

“Such a slow reaction time,” Anakin teased, grinning as he stepped back to give himself a wider range of motion.

“I thought it would take you longer to catch your breath,” you replied, voice strained as you blocked another one of his strikes.

You’d been friends with Anakin since Obi-Wan took him as a Padawan years ago, offering to help him as he played “catch up” with the rest of you. The fact he’d become such a strong Force-user despite starting so late was something you deeply respected him for, though you were perfectly content simply watching him display these skills.

Being on the receiving end of a lightsaber attack from Anakin Skywalker was not something you would consider enjoyable. You’d spent the whole morning dodging and jumping and somehow still losing every match.

You flinched as Anakin’s lightsaber hit your torso, the sting of the “training mode” setting hurting far less than the sting of your own pride.

“Seven to one,” Obi-Wan called from where he was watching. You groaned, rubbing your temples with your free hand and turning your lightsaber off.

“Hey, you were definitely doing better than time,” Anakin said reassuringly, sensing your frustration. “Improvement is all Obi-Wan is looking for.”

“Improvement doesn’t take away from the fact I’ve lost seven matches today,” you seethed, bending down to re-tie the laces of your boots.

“Perhaps if you worked out a bit more you wouldn’t lose so often,” one of the other Padawans jested. Your head snapped up, face flushing as you sent them a pointed glare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked curtly, watching them look between you and Anakin uncomfortably.

“It’s just-”

They didn’t get a chance to finish, letting out a small shriek as they dodged a rock flying through the air. You turned around to look at Anakin, his slightly raised hand indicating who’d been responsible for the rock. At least he was using his Force capabilities in your favor now.

“Thanks,” you muttered, reigniting your lightsaber, glancing at the clock above where Obi-Wan was sitting. All you wanted was for training to be over so you could retreat to your room.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about,” Anakin said, a somewhat angry look on his face as he took a fighting stance across from you. “You’re perfectly capable of wielding a lightsaber, and you’d definitely beat them if you’d been paired up.”

“Hopefully,” you corrected him, “hopefully I’d beat them.”

“Definitely,” Anakin insisted, you rolling your eyes as you lifted your lightsaber in front of you.

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What sucked about getting older was how little you saw Obi-Wan and Anakin. Your Master was responsible for conducting multiple research projects for the Jedi Council off-world, and Obi-Wan and Anakin hardly ever stayed on Coruscant for longer than a few days, so it was unlikely that you’d find yourselves in the same place for a decent amount of time anymore.

Normally, you would’ve used this week as a great opportunity to catch up with one of your oldest friends. This damn lightsaber training was getting in the way.

It had been yet another long day of sweating the equivalent of your own bodyweight and paling in comparison to Anakin’s abilities. Obi-Wan had focused on lightsaber combat in precarious and compromising situations, with one of which resulting in you falling off a two story rock wall.

As you stood in front of the mirror in your room you couldn’t overlook the spattering of bruises covering your torso and arms, all varying hues of blue and purple culminating from the last few days. You sighed, grateful you were getting the extra training you so clearly needed and nervous about what that meant. Imagine you’d been confronted by some Sith fanatic in the last few weeks - who knows how long you would’ve lasted?

Perhaps you were overthinking. You did have an extremely over-skilled training partner who made most other Jedi look incompetent with a lightsaber.

That being said, you still couldn’t shake what that other Padawan had said about you yesterday. Had you really become unathletic? You didn’t think you’d ever really neglected your daily training exercises, but perhaps those weren’t enough.

You sat down on the edge of your bed slowly, shoulder slumped. Maybe you weren’t as capable as you thought. The bruises all over you and lack of any actual visible muscle certainly pointed towards that.

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The next morning, you skipped breakfast, giving Obi-Wan some offhanded explanation as to why you’d be missing training and heading for the library. You weren’t really skipping for no reason, your Master had given you a list of different research topics for you to look up in the Jedi Archives. Did you really need the extra time to get this done? No, but it still gave you a good excuse to avoid the feeling of physical incapability that accompanied your training sessions.

Plus, you didn’t want to slow the entire group down. Tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered yesterday when Obi-Wan made you repeat some dumb exercise on a floating raft over and over again, even though everyone else had already done it to his satisfaction. It was humiliating.

At least here in the library, surrounded by stacks of holograms and books, you were in your element. Here you didn’t have to move fast or chop anyone’s limb off out of self-defense.

It was sometime in the late afternoon when Anakin stormed into the library, loud footsteps immediately shushed by a swarm of librarians. You couldn’t help but grin softly, eyes meeting his as he marched over to you much more quietly.

“Even the great Anakin Skywalker is no match for an angry librarian,” you teased, him scoffing as he plopped down in a chair next to you.

“And where were you today?” Anakin asked, a strange intensity behind his question. You gulped, gesturing to the pile of transcripts and notes in front of you.

“I was right here,” you replied meekly.

“Since this morning?” he asked, eyes widening in surprise. You nodded.

“What the heck, Y/N,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Obi-Wan assigned me a different partner. Do you know how irritating every other Padawan is to train with?”

“No, I’ve only ever trained with you,” you said bluntly.

“Exactly!” Anakin responded a little too loudly, earning him a dramatic shush from the circulation desk.

“Shut up,” you chuckled, slapping his chest lightly. He rolled his eyes.

“What I mean is that I’ve only ever trained with you, too, so everyone else doesn’t live up to my expectations.”

“What expectations?” you asked quizzically, flipping one of your notebooks closed.

“Working hard but still having a good time,” he answered, waving his hand nonchalantly. “You never sacrifice good banter for anything, I value that.”

“Ah, I’m glad to know you only value me as a training partner for my humor,” you retorted dryly, gathering all your belongings into a pile and standing up. Anakin’s brows furrowed as he looked up at you, a confused look painted across his face.

“Hey, what?” he asked, standing up with you. “What happened?”

“Nothing, just makes sense that you only enjoy my conversation, not anything actually training-related.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, completely dumbfounded as you started walking away.

“See you tomorrow, Anakin,” you replied, refusing to shed any more tears until you reached your room.

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The next morning you were too unmotivated to let Obi-Wan know you weren’t coming, deciding instead to stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. Well, you were reading, but what did that really matter to a Jedi? You were supposed to be able to do backflips through the air and take on five enemies at once, and yet here you were wrapped in two blankets feeling like absolute shit. Some Jedi you were.

You held your breath as someone began knocking furiously on the door, hoping desperately they would think you weren’t home.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there,” Anakin called. You groaned, turning around and smashing your face into the pillow.

“Y/N!” he called again.

“Don’t come in!” you shouted back, voice muffled through the pillow.

“I’m coming in.”

“Don’t-”

You never got the chance to finish, bolting upright in bed as the door flew open, Anakin stalking in. You rolled your eyes, just thankful he had kept the door on its hinges.

“What is wrong with you?” he demanded, cringing as you recoiled slightly at his harsh words.

“What do you mean?” you replied quietly, his face softening as he took a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I meant what’s wrong, not what’s wrong with you,” Anakin corrected, taking your hand in his own.

“Nothing’s wr-”

“Don’t give me that,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “Don’t even try, I know you better than anyone Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You kept quiet, focusing on the way his thumb was rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

“You’ve been acting off since we started training together, is it something I did?” he tried again, genuinely concerned. You laughed dryly and shook your head.

“No, Anakin, you didn’t do anything,” you replied truthfully, looking at him. “You’re perfect, I promise you did nothing wrong.” He gave you a small smile, looking down to where he was still holding your hand. He didn’t let go, only gripped you a little tighter, urging you to continue. You bit your lip, debating whether or not to tell him.

“Do you remember when that Padawan told me I needed to exercise more?” you asked finally. His head snapped up, eyes meeting yours.

“I knew it,” he murmured, nostrils flaring as he tried (and failed) to conceal his budding anger. “I knew it.”

“Anakin it’s ok,” you said, reaching out and rubbing his forearm, his gaze following your hand. “I mean, they were right, if I-”

“No,” Anakin said. “No, they weren’t right. They have no idea how strong you are, how capable-”

“Anakin I’ve struggled this entire week,” you blurted, eyes stinging and face heating up. “I pale in comparison to you, and the other Padawans, at least physically. I thought whatever training I’d been doing had been enough but clearly it wasn’t, so they’re right. I need to exercise more, I need to train more, I’m incapable of defending myself with a lightsaber and I don’t even look like a proper Jedi.” You thrust your bruised arms out towards him. “Look at these, you don’t have them, no one else does. I’m the only one who struggles with every exercise and test.”

You realized you’d begun to cry, tears rolling down your face and breaths shallow.

“Y/N,” Anakin murmured, hurt in his eyes as he took your arms gingerly in his hands. “Y/N, no.”

Your eyes widened as Anakin bent over, slowly pressing his mouth to each bruise on your forearms. You gulped, feeling a little dizzy as Anakin glanced up at you. “You’re an amazing Jedi,” he started, sitting back up straight and pulling you closer to him. You tried to pull away, not wanting to stain his robes with your tears, but he held you firmly. “You’re already stronger than half the people in that group, I’ll have Obi-Wan reassign you so you can kick someone’s ass and everyone will realize it.”

“Anakin-”

He shushed you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You closed your eyes, reveling in the warmth of his body against yours.

“There’s more to being a Jedi than using a lightsaber, anyways,” he continued. “You’re the only person our age in this whole temple that can negotiate with warlords and thieves and murderers and still come back unscathed with five new friends.”

You chuckled, biting your lip as he pressed a kiss against your hair.

“You’re perfect, Y/N,” he insisted softly, you shifting in his arms to gaze up at him.

You were surprised by how nervous he looked, as if he didn’t know how you’d react to what he’d just said, what he’d just implied. You just smiled softly, leaning up to press a slow kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, Anakin,” you mumbled against his face, grinning as you felt him smile.

Suddenly he pushed himself up, forcing you down onto the bed and collapsing on top of you. You shrieked, bursting into a fit of giggles as he began nestling himself in your hair.

“Shouldn’t you still be at training?” you asked, a wide smile on your face.

“I was sent here by Obi-Wan to fetch you,” he replied smugly.

“So shouldn’t we both be getting back then?”

He propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down at you with a cocky smile on his face.

“I never told him when I’d be coming back.”

You decided you could afford to skip training another day - Anakin probably needed the rest anyways - and pulled his face down to meet your own.

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #star wars fanfiction

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jesslockwood · 3 years

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Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films.

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects.

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out.

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe…

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was.

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig.

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on.

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you.

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos.

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line.

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!”

“Have you seen him in Uncharted? We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op.

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink.

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side.

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask.

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment.

He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you.

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’ I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight.

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea.

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic.

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one, so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning.

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter.

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement.

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood.

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day.

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat.

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line.

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar.

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh.

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-”

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up.

You laugh at that.

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard.

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business.

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around.

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back.

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks.

You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie.

What an opportunity ;)

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shushiyuii · 3 years

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tiny avian tommy being nommed by giant avian phil maybe by accident because phil was hunting and mistakenly thought tommy was a bird

hehehe... he...

Warnings: Vore (may be fatal or soft...), Dehumanisation and unwilling prey

Words: 1.1K+

He waited, keeping his breathing steady as possible, using his falcon-like eyes for any sign of movement, any indication of life, of food. Phil doesn’t remember the last time he had a decent meal, he was starving…

As hard as he tried to concentrate, nothing really seemed to ease his mind of fresh prey. He wondered if all the animals had gone for the upcoming winter, but it seems rather early for that, too early.

So, the issue probably was that nature hated him or intruders were on his territory, taking his prey… He huffed and gave up, that shaking of the bush he heard must’ve been the wind. He was so hungry to the point that he’d take any shot he really got.

It was strange though, there were no unusual scents. So, what on Minecraft was going on with this forest?

Well, rather than complaining. He’d have to do with whatever herbs he had and conquer up some sort of soup. Hopefully, that’d be enough to suffice, even though with his cooking skills it’d more likely be terrible tasting, Kristin was always the one who cooked.

He wondered about the three kids he’s known throughout, Techno, Tommy, ..and Wilbur. The kids were almost like kids to him, but they were always chaotic and wild, never quite tamed to Phil’s desire, he never hated the boys, he loved them, but he was always a bit tamer.

Phil couldn’t completely blame them for being chaotic though, they were young, and they were always welcome to stay or have advice. He was a father figure to them, as much as he could be at least.

He made way to the direction of his cabin, he was honestly really disappointed in today’s hunt, if only there were something…

…

If only…

…

He flapped his wings as hard as he could, even if he slowed down his flapping, his wings never supported his weight and fell to the ground. But not this time! He wasn’t gonna let Wilbur catch him from falling this time!

“Tommy! Flap your wings!” yelled the phantom on the ground, hiding under a tree from daylight. “I’m trying dickhead!”, he continued to flap but soon, he had exhausted himself and fell from whatever height he had.

Wilbur soon disappeared, turning invisible as Tommy yelled and screamed for help, worried that Wilbur wasn’t going to catch him, but he did. He always did.

Tommy seemed to be floating but he knew that he was just laying in the palms of his brother. He felt a cold breath sigh as they were soon under shade and Wilbur reappeared. “Tommy, you need to be more careful, I’m not always going to be able to catch you”.

Tommy crossed his arms and huffed, “It’s not my fault, my wings aren’t strong!”. “You’re still growing Tom’s, your wings will grow eventually.”, “What if they don’t?”, “They will.”.

Wilbur ruffled Tommy’s hair with his finger, “You know, you could be asking Phil about these things. He’s probably going to be more helpful than me”. And with newfound determination, he looked up to Wilbur with a devious smile. Wilbur smirked back, happy to have cheered up Tommy.

Tommy then jumped out of the palm of Wilbur, using his wings to gently land on the ground. “Thank you, Wil! I’ll be back soon!”. He then took off into the trees, jumping from one to another on his way to find Phil!

…

He picked up the sounds of the rustling of the trees, it immediately sparked his attention. He smelt the air, and a potent scent filled his senses. It was food. And it was coming straight towards him, he couldn’t hide but smile as rose to his features.

He made sure to hide within the shade of the trees, he didn’t want to miss this, if it was food, he was willing to take it. He didn’t want to risk this chance. The rustling became louder as it came closer, and as it drew closer his mouth watered, his fingers twitched in anticipation…

The movement stopped and, in the distance, saw an avian… He smirked as he pounced, he didn’t get a good look at the avian, but it’s not like that mattered. He salivated as the taste of strawberries filled his tongue.

The prey was definitely a fighter as it tried to attack his tongue, not that he minded. He always appreciated a bit of a fight from prey. As much as he wanted to enjoy this meal, his stomach was quite demanding.

So, the prey was quickly swallowed. He traced its descent with his fingers, he couldn’t help but purr as he felt the prey struggle, especially as it landed in his stomach. Finally satisfied, he happily made his way home.

He hoped that somebody would come to visit him soon enough since it’d been a while, he missed his boys…

Little did he know what he had done…

He woke up the next day, he yawned and stretched but yelped suddenly. He felt a weight in his stomach, he thought that the prey would be digested by now, but it didn’t seem to be the case. In curiosity, he poked his stomach, to see if it’d invoke a reaction from his prey.

As he poked it seemed that the prey instantly reacted, as the prey squirmed. If he listened close enough, he could hear yelling from the stomach. His curiosity perked up again, so he decided to put a hand and listen to whatever begging this prey had to say.

Little did he know, there’d be a familiar voice and profanities. “Tommy?”, he spoke quickly out of shock. He immediately got a yelling of more profanities and begging to be let out, “LET ME OUT YOU FUCKING BITCH!”.

Phil couldn’t help but laugh at the boy’s reaction, but more or less glad that Tommy was safe and okay. He was glad that’d he gave them those enchanted amulets, they really came in handy. Especially in these sorts of situations.

“Hey, calm down! You’re fine!”, “I COULD’VE FUCKING DIED!”, “It’s okay! Just breathe Toms!”, he tried to calm down the boy as he knew that Tommy was usually known to panic. Soon, he felt the weight settle against his stomach walls.

“What were you doing there so late at night?”

“Coming to see you, obviously”

“Well, I know that, but you usually don’t come without a reason.”.

“I need help with flying…”.

Phil always knew that Tommy struggled with his flying, his fatherly instincts took over as he cooed at the boy and rubbed his stomach in comfort much to Tommy’s protests. “Of course, I’ll help with that mate! But if you want my help, you’re gonna have to do me a favour…”.

“What is it?”

“Could you stay in there a while? Until I get some actual food?”

“Fine..”.

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pr1ncessm00n · 3 years

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for sale or wanted — jean kirstein x fem! reader

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warnings: cursing, porco being toxic lol. dates are wrong once again sorry !!

[ playlist : love again - dua lipa ]

eight.

Half asleep and ready to go to bed, Y/N fell back into her bed. She picked up her phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll through some TikToks. Instead, she was met with two messages. Audibly gasping as she read Porco’s name, she dropped her phone, hitting herself in the face in the process. “Ow!”

Porco? Y/N thought incredulously. What the hell does he want?

Contemplating asking Ymir and Sasha for advice, Y/N then decided against it. This was her life, she couldn’t expect her friends to guide her though it. But God, was she such a coward when it came to Porco. It wasn’t like he was Prince Charming, but Y/N had an extreme loyalty complex. She couldn’t ever allow herself to let go of people. Porco used to berate her for that constantly.

Why are you so clingy? He would ask.

Who’s the clingy one now? Y/N thought bitterly. She decided to ignore Porco’s text until she could think of a reply that wasn’t along the lines of “No, fuck you.” She slid her thumb over to Jean’s message.

Great. Another text asking to talk. Why couldn’t people just send their question and save a girl the anxiety? Y/N scolded herself for allowing her egotistical ex to ruin her mood. Jean didn’t deserve her snappiness.

Jean sighed in relief. Thank God she replied. He didn’t know if he could handle the mortification if she didn’t.

Y/N pondered for a bit.

Y/N laughed quietly to herself. So Jean could in fact match her sense of humor. She exited out of their chat, mindlessly scrolling through social media. She actively avoided Porco’s message, not wanting to burden herself with the chore of responding to him. What could he possibly have to say? She headed to Twitter, hopefully finding something relatable to retweet. As Y/N scrolled, she saw a familiar face appear on her timeline.

Recommended for you from contacts, the header read. Below it was about 3 profiles of people in her contacts she had not followed yet. Among them, was Jean.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Should I? She questioned. Would she be overstepping some unspoken boundary? What if she hurt her own feelings by stalking and seeing something she wouldn’t like/had no business seeing? Maybe she should just ignore it. She doubted Jean was some internet creep… but wouldn’t it be good to know if he was? Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/N decided to invade that boundary and look at his account.

He didn’t have much content from what Y/N could see. He just retweeted fancy cars and some funny memes. She spotted Connie, Sasha’s lifelong friend and Jean’s infamous roomie. She mentally hoped Jean didn’t tweet like Connie. That would be the ultimate ick.

Y/N’s thumb stopped scrolling, hovering over a tweet. Her heart beated ten times more rapidly.

well she is pretty lol, Jean’s tweet read. Tweeted just an hour after he met Y/N.

Could it be? Y/N wondered. No way. There’s no way it’s about me. I’m just jumping to conclusions. Why would he say that about me? I’m just being self absorbed.

She brushed off her inquiries, deciding to just stop stalking his account entirely. From what she already saw, there wasn’t anything suspicious or icky enough to make her want to not interact with him. And she was already paranoid, so every tweet she saw she would begin to assume it was about her as well. She was just getting her hopes up.

Rolling over on her side, Y/N placed her phone to charge and went to sleep. It was late, which was probably what was causing her mind to become fuddled.

——

“You should’ve told me Sasha’s third roomie was Y/N,” Reiner had said to Jean in the truck. “I totally blindsided her. Top ten worst encounters of my life.”

“Uh, care to enlighten me? Do you guys have beef or something?” Jean asked, perusing the radio stations.

Reiner sighed. “She’s dating- was dating- my childhood friend, Porco.”

Jean felt his stomach drop. “Oh.”

Reiner glanced at him before stopping at a red light. “I said dating. He dumped her like a week ago. It was pretty trash.”

Jean secretly felt more at peace hearing that. Poor Y/N, but.. she could probably do better than this Porco person.

“So what does that have to do with you?” Jean asked.

Reiner shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really help. She said she felt a little betrayed. Like I agreed with Porco and my friends that she’s the crazy one.”

Jean nodded. “So you were a bystander.”

Reiner sighed again, tilting his head in an I guess motion. “It’s just hard. Porco’s like my brother, and I don’t agree with how he acted… but maybe I should have spoken up sooner.”

Jean patted his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, man. That was between them.”

“Yeah. I could have at least told Porco to step it up, though.” Reiner murmured.

I’m glad you didn’t. Jean snickered to himself.

“So, you think she’s cute?” Reiner shot Jean a devilish grin. Jean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess. You goin’ to Historia’s birthday?” He slyly changed the subject.

“Is it open invite?” Reiner’s eyebrows scrunched up.

Jean shrugged. “I have an invite. Maybe you can be my plus one.”

Reiner made a “Hmm” sound in response, weary at Jean’s invite. “What are you dressing as if you go?”

“I was thinking swag era Justin Bieber.” Jean replied, smiling widely.

Reiner gave him a look. “You for real?”

Jean’s smile dropped. “What?”

Reiner laughed. “I’d pay money to see how badly you embarrass yourself with that.”

“It’s a 2000’s party?” Jean was confused.

“Yeah, but everyone does like, early 2000s. Think Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake.”

Jean shot him a curious look.

“What? Pop culture is my guilty pleasure.” Reiner explained himself. “And everyone knows Britney Spears.”

Jean hummed in response. “I just think you got a thing for pop girls.” He referenced the earlier Becky G mishap.

“I’m not even gonna deny it anymore.” Reiner agreed, defeated.

——

“Guys,” Y/N said the next morning. Ymir and Sasha were at the breakfast “nook” (a corner of their miniature kitchen designated for a small table that barely fit all three of them), Sasha eating cereal and Ymir chomping on an apple while scrolling on her phone. “Porco texted me last night.”

Ymir continued scrolling, unfazed. Sasha’s eyes widened and she swallowed her food before speaking. “What? Why?” Y/N glared at Ymir.

“Thanks for your interest YMIR, but as i was telling Sasha-“

“I’m Sasha.” Sasha cut in, obviously confused.

Y/N gave Sasha a look.

“Did you say something?” Ymir said, bored. She still hadn’t looked up from her phone.

“Ymir!” Sasha scolded. “Y/N’s telling us Porco texted her!”

“Who’s Porco?” Ymir replied, monotonous.

Y/N sighed in exasperation. “Are you stalking Eren again? I already told you to stop comparing your subscribers-“

“I’m not stalking Eren!” Ymir snapped defensively. “I’m…” She mumbled the next part incoherently.

“Huh?” Sasha and Y/N asked in unison.

“I SAID,” Ymir repeated, annoyed. “I’m looking up Britney Spears outfits. Historia wanted us to go as different eras of her. But I can’t find anything that matches my style.” She grumbled.

Y/N’s heart melted. It was adorable watching Ymir struggle to find a matching costume for Historia. It was like Marilyn Manson wanting to get along with a CareBear.

“Just go as JT,” Sasha said, chewing her cereal.

“One, close your mouth, and two, Historia asked for us to go as Brittney. I can’t just show up like a dude.” Ymir visibly deflated as she scrolled through countless pictures of a younger Spear’s iconic looks.

“Why don’t you try her bandanna phase? That wasn’t so over the top, and she wore mostly jeans.” Y/N suggested as she squeezed into the corner chair.

Ymir sighed. “I don’t want to wear a skirt or some bimbo shit. That’s y’alls look.”

“How do you manage to sound endearing trying to please your girlfriend while simultaneously insulting us?” Y/N wondered aloud.

“It’s a talent.” Ymir waved her off. “What did you guys get her though?”

“A giftcard to Urban Outfitters,” Sasha replied. “I got tired of searchin’. I put $50 on it. I think that should be enough for like, a shirt and a half. She better like it, too. ‘Cus I’m broke.” Sasha pointed her spoon at Ymir accusingly.

“I got her the Taylor Swift vinyl she’s been wanting. And some pink film for her camera.” Y/N added. Ymir nodded approvingly.

“I hope she likes my gift. I don’t know if I’m moving too fast though?” For the first time since Y/N mer Ymir, Y/N hadn’t ever seen her this distraught.

“Calm down,” Y/N reassured her. “You’ve been together for years now. I don’t think you can move any slower.”

Ymir rolled her eyes, leaning back im her chair with arms crossed. “It’s a small trip to Seoul. I know she’s been dying to go. It’s not like it’s anything she hasn’t seen before with her family… but I figure it’d be different with just us.” Y/N’s heart melted.

“That’s so sweet!” Sasha exclaimed, eyes watery. “I want an Ymir!”

“Well, you can’t have me!” Ymir laughed. “It’s not a big deal. The sponsorship I managed to land gave me a decent payout.” Ymir sheepishly replied, her cheeks a faint red

Y/N nudged her. “Look at you, being modest.”

Ymir waved her hand. “Shut up. How does this look?” She turned her phone to Y/N, showing a picture of Britney Spears clad in low waist jeans, a black tank top and sure enough, a yellow bandanna.

“That’s perfect.”

Ymir smirked, smug. “Just like me.”

“Y/N!” Sasha shouted. “Go back to the Porco thing!”

“Oh, yeah. What did Oinky want?” The girls turned to face Y/N, who shrank a bit back in her seat.

“That’s a new one,” Y/N chuckled. “I thought of one last night, too,” She paued for dramatic effect. “Porker!” She gasped out, giggling, hitting the table in a slight fit of laughter. Sasha and Ymir gave Y/N a blank stare, unamused at Y/N’s mediocre roast.

“Not funny, didn’t laugh.” Sasha spat.

“If your career was stand up you’d be living in a box.” Ymir deadpanned.

“Tough crowd,” Y/N sighed, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. “But if you must know…” She purposely stalled a bit, knowing it would send an impatient, jittery Sasha over the edge and annoy Ymir even more, even if she pretended she was not interested in the relationship drama between Y/N and her disgraced ex.

“Just say it already!” Sasha begged.

“I…don’t know. I haven’t responded.” Y/N finally admitted, putting her head in her hands. “I just-“ Her words were muffled by her hands.

Ymir removed her hands from her face. “Your words, darling.” She scolded, voice oozing sarcasm.

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned. “I’m too pussy to respond. He just asked if we could talk. What could he possibly want? What if he wants the couch? It’s just too much.”

Sasha gave her a sympathetic gaze. “Just leave him on read! If he wants to talk so badly he’ll find a way to say what he needs to.”

“For once, I agree.” Ymir added.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Y/N stretched. “But it did keep me up at night wondering what he wanted.”

“Y/N, forget him! Historia’s party is soon, there’s no time to worry about ugly men!” Sasha stood up, rushing to put her bowl in the sink. “I got a lecture in a few, but you need to find your costume! We’re all going as Britney!” She said before disappearing into her room.

“Um, who’s gonna tell her we’re not all dressing as Britney?” Ymir inquired.

Y/N snorted. “Not I. I’m probably going as Suki from Fast and the Furious.”

“Niiceee,” Ymir fist pumped Y/N. “She was my sexual awakening.” Y/N choked on her muffin.

“Ymir, what’d we say about uncalled for horniness?” Y/N reprimanded. Ymir made her way to the coat rack, searching for her car keys in her leather jacket’s pocket.

“If I was gonna be chewed out for liking women I would’ve lived with my parents!” Ymir called out. “I gotta pick up Historia!”

“Will you be back?” Y/N shouted back.

“Get off my dick!” Ymir shut the door. Laughing to herself, Y/N picked up Ymir’s dish to place in the sink. She was, out of the three, the more tidier one. Ymir did the best cleaning, but she was selectively lazy.

“Bye, Y/N!” Sasha shouted before leaving in a rush. One thing Y/N had grown used to was the fairly chaotic mornings. She secretly hoped they would be like this for a long time.

Since Y/N had transferred, Ymir and Sasha had been the best roommates she could ask for. Yes, Ymir was snappy and Sasha was a bit ditzy, but it was the perfect combination and they were respectful. Y/N had transferred from Sina University purely for academic reasons, but she had not expected to fit in so well with the girls or their group of pre establish friends. She worried she would not fit in since they had already been so tight-knit, but found that wasn’t the case at all. They were open, accepting and loyal. Y/N couldn’t be happier where she was, and even though she wouldn’t admit it, she was grateful for how close they had all gotten in their short time together. Who knew randomly assigned rooming would provide her with friendship to last a lifetime?

Which is why every time she thought about Porco she kicked herself. How could she have let some… meathead ruin her freshmen year of college? She should have been having fun, interacting with Ymir and Sasha’s friends more, lived her own life. But no, she chose to become involved with a self absorbed fraternity guy of all people. Now she was semi-heartbroken, extremely humiliated, and about a year’s worth of time and effort short. She had allowed him to take advantage of her so much, that he felt he could contact her still after basically using her. The thought made her want to rip her hair out and scream.

Almost as if through divine intervention, her phone beeped with a notification.

What the actual hell? Y/N thought.

She froze for a second. What does she do? Respond? Ignore? Block?

After a few seconds of mental deliberation, Y/N finally decided. She was fed up with the lack of bravery she showed and decided to just end it once and for all. Typing out a response, she clicked send and decided to go to the mall for the retail therapy she was sure to need after whatever Porco said what he wanted to say. Turning the shower on, she braced herself for his response. What could Porco want? She couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

This better be good, Y/N thought.

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a/n: woohoo!! long chapter. so to recap: i graduated!! i am finally free from the clutches of high school. i might do a face reveal :) bc i loved my grad dress. anywho, my fever cleared up, i have chapter 9 already completed (just need to revise + edit) and this is NOT proof read!! it’s 2 am guys i’m tired. but i hope you enjoyed this :) sorry for the weird cropping too. peace out

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