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bronykacchan · 4 years

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katsuki absolutely loves pet names and affection. especially when he’s being picked up. but he’s too stubborn to say anything.

the first one to figure this out is eijirou. one night, when they were studying together in his dorm room, he accidentally calls kat “love.” katsuki immediately turns bright fucking red and is biting the insides of his lips/cheeks to contain his smile. he fails. eijirou is like “?!?!?!” and asks kat if he’s okay with being called pet names. katsuki goes “it’s whatever i guess. do what you fucking want.” which is ‘yes’ in bakugou.

it spirals from there. one day, while they’re sparring together on the weekend, eijirou picks him up making katsuki giggle and laugh super hard. on the inside eijirou is like “....inch resting....”

so one day, he gets bold and just. picks him up, throws him over his shoulder, and spins around with him. katsuki is giggling, laughing, and snorting. his smile is so huge, and it causes ei to smile real big as well.

then, he goes even farther. they’re studying again. it’s silent, a comfortable silence, but eijirou is getting restless. he needs to get his energy out. suddenly, and idea dawns on him. he looks over to kat, who’s sittin, doin his work like a good student, and pounces.

he tackles katsuki to the ground and just starts tickling him. “ei-hehehe-ji-hehehehehe-rouuuu” he whines in between laughter from his place on the ground. eventually, kiri gives up. katsuki has tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard, his stomach and cheeks hurt.

“you’re like a dog. constantly needing attention and someone to play with you.” katsuki snorts, looking up at him from his place on the ground. “oh yeah? well guess what else this dog can do?” kiri grabs him and holds him on his lap, pressing kisses all over his face and neck, causing kat to giggle even harder and turn even more red.

eventually, the rest of the bakusquad figures this out. katsuki lets them in on one of the study sessions because they’re so stupid. he needs to help them or he’s gonna punch something.

by then, they already have a little habit of ei tackling katsuki and tickling him, picking him and spinning around with him, kissing him, play wrestling, etc. kiri was getting restless again and just. attacks him. the squad is like “holy shit. kiri’s gonna die. he’s gonna be a dead man. bakubro’s gonna kill him.”

but instead, they hear hysterical giggling. “kiri...” he whines between giggles. kirishima ignores him, and goes back to kissing his face all over making him giggle even harder. eventually katsuki pushes him off.

“awww c’mon, love!” kat snorts at him and lightly elbows him. “back to work shitty hair.”

it was like a switch flipped in the rest of the squads head. “we gotta see him like this again. he’s so cute holy shit.”

sero is the first to crack. they’re sitting together at their lunch table, waiting for the others when it happens. they’re arguing about something stupid again and sero throws in a “darling.” katsuki immediately shuts down. his face is completely red and he lets out a strangled noise. sero immediately smirks. “you good there, darling?” katsuki just nods his head rapidly and lets out a high pitched whine-like noise.

kirishima arrives and immediately knows what just happened, by the look on both of their faces. katsuki, completely bright red, looking like his brain was reloading while sero sat there, with a very satisfied smirk on his face. “oh god sero you broke him.” he laughed. “don’t worry this happened the first time i called him ‘love’”

mina is next. she barges into his room one night. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING RACCOON EYES?!?!” she just shushes him and puts a blanket on top of his head. that immediately calms him down for some reason. she plops right on down next to him and brings out her laptop and opens netflix. once she has everything set up, she takes the blanket off katsukis head, whose whole face scrunches up, eyes blinking up at her. “c’mon baby.” she coos at him, gesturing to to her lap. his whole face becomes bright red, and he complies.

he lays his head in her lap, while she turns on a movie for them to watch. she lays the blanket back over katsuki’s body and runs her fingers through his, surprisingly soft, hair. eventually he dozes off in her lap. happy that her “plan” worked, she falls asleep with him.

denki is next. the class is doing partnered sparring. denki is paired with katsuki. now denki knows that he cannot win against katsuki. he’s way too strong. so he decides to play dirty.

it’s nearing the end of their fight, katsuki about to finish it, when it happens. “oh you really think you can beat me, angel?” and like that, katsuki shuts down. denki attacks and pins him to the ground. “i win, sweetheart.” he leans down and whispers in his ear. katsuki promptly malfunctions. seeing the look on katsuki’s face, he immediately gets a shit eating grin. he gets off of him and offers him a hand up. “c’mon, doll. don’t want to keep the others waiting.”

when denki and kat return to their friends, katsuki immediately walks over to mina and just. buries his head in her shoulder and let’s out a strangled whine.

“denki, dude. that was not fair.” sero laughed.

“yeah! leave my baby alone!” she swatted denki’s arm, still holding katsuki in her other arm.

katsuki got even more flustered and nuzzled his head deeper into minas neck. “i hate you all.” comes his muffled voice. “we love you too baby!” she cheerfully tells him.

finally, kyouka gave in. after hearing the rest of her friends call katsuki affectionate pet names, she realizes just how cute he is.

she goes and asks him to help her out with a new song and he agrees, grumbling the whole time.

she was showing him the lyrics when it happened. “does this line sound okay, honey?” and like always. there goes his coherency and able to form thoughts. his mind just. shuts off on him.

he doesn’t trust his voice to give a vocal response, so he just nods. satisfied, she smirks and continues on with showing him the outline of her song, dropping the occasional “honey” on him.

lastly, it was shinsou

when he joined class 1A, he did not know he’d like it so much. he didn’t know thatd he’d join this group of idiots, and he certainly didn’t think he’d be friends with katsuki bakugou, bad boy of the hero course. but here he is.

the first time he hears mina call katsuki “baby” he thinks his hearing is messed up. he expected katsuki to blow her up, not giggle and blush. he was about to say something but he saw the look of pure joy and happiness on kat’s face and stopped. he didn’t want to upset him.

a few months into hanging out with the bakusquad, he finally gave in.

“hey firecracker, c’mere for a second.” he calls to him. and oh man. the facial expression katsuki has at that moment.

his face is bright fucking red. even redder than the other times his friends called him pet names for the first time. because he certainly did not expect shinsou to join in.

still, he walks over to where shinsou stands and helps him with whatever task he needed help with. when they finished, shinsou leaned down and kissed his forehead. “thanks, kitten” he purred in his ear.

suddenly, small sparks started to come of katsuki’s cheeks. this has happened only once before, when he was super embarrassed/flustered. the fact that shinsou, of all people was able to make him spark, made him even more embarrassed.

other than calling katsuki pet names, the taller members of the squad liked to randomly pick katsuki up out of nowhere, much like kirishima does. katsuki could be in the middle of a conversation with someone and sero would just.... waltz on over and pick him up, bridal style, and walk away with him.

shinsou liked to throw him over his shoulder and carry him around like that. same with kirishima.

kyouka and mina would hop on katsuki’s back, demanding a piggy back ride. mina could also pick katuski up, because she’s super buff, but not for long.

denki likes to hold hands with kat. just randomly walk up to him and lace their fingers together, using dumb pick up lines on him causing him to laugh super hard.

someone had their arm around katsuki’s shoulder at all times. they all love to cuddle with him. especially since he’s a little spoon. mina loves to just bury her head in his back and fall asleep because he’s just so warm.

they also like to blow raspberries on his stomach and cheeks, just to see that blinding smile he gives them.

once they started with the affection towards katsuki, they couldn’t stop. the more he blushed and giggled, the more they wanted to be even more affectionate. he’s just so cute.

they just... love their angry kitten. they love him so much.

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mariamermaid · 4 years

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The witches wrath (1/3)

Tommy Shelby X fem witch reader

Summary: You meet Thomas when you were just a little girl travelling as a gypsy…

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking

A/N: This doesn´t follow the plot of the show really

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You´ve met Thomas Shelby when you we´re eight- he was ten at the time- when his parents took him, Arthur and Baby John to the first Gypsy party ever. You stayed out of town from Birmingham with your trailers, back then you were a large group of gypsies, almost 50 people. People back then weren´t too bothered by you, not like today. Of course, from time to time there were some numbskulls who bore hatred towards the gypsies, but things were different back then.

They used to shout my name, now they whisper it.

He remembered the exact moment he saw you for the very first time like it was yesterday. He and Arthur had his first beer- he chuckled thinking back when today only whisky made him feel that way- and he sat by the fire. The cold night didn´t seem to bother any of the people, women danced in short skirts with tinkling jewelry and when his eyes glided through the crowd, he spotted you. You stood across him and he saw you through the flames- how ironic he thought. He saw you in flames for the first and for the last time…

You grinned at him devilish, waking a sense of adventures inside him like only you could do. He immediately followed you and watched you running through the rows of trailers. Then you disappeared, but he caught sight of a single candle shining from a trailer. Carefully he took the few stairs and then opened the door. A wave of heat hit him and he remembered the smoke from the build-in ovens rising above the small colony of gypsies. He remembered you sitting at the table, watching every move he made precisely, your hands softly grabbing the crystal ball, which mysteriously glowed purple.

“Do you want me to read your future?” He was unsure what to say, nervously he nodded and sat down across from you. You wore a headband with jewelry that hung over your forehead. Even back then there was smudged eye makeup that made your eyes shine in the dark.

“I see great fortune in your future, Thomas Shelby.” He opened his mouth, wanting to ask you about his name, but then kept quiet. Chills ran over his skin. “But it´ll be hard to get there, a long way is ahead of you. Don´t forget to seek your family in difficult times, they will always stand behind you supporting.”

For a long time, you two were inseparably, constantly hanging around each other. His family, especially his brothers were first unsure about you, but they quickly learned to mess with you. Even Aida found a liking in you, since you often braided her hair. His father loved you. He loved the wild spirit gypsies had, just like you. He loved it because when he, Tommy and you took the horses out for a run, you didn´t need a side saddle. And when the horse went faster and faster, you stretched out your arms, embracing the wind. Smelling the scent after rain had fallen. Closing your eyes and feeling sincere freedom. They admired that about you, Tommy and his father. “Get a hold of her, Tommy, ey? You gotta keep a girl like her!” He often told his son and Tommy would dutifully nod. Tommy admired your sense for adventures, he couldn´t even remember how often you had gotten him in trouble. But he remembered that every damn time, you had found a way out. Every single time. He still didn´t know how you had talked him in to stealing a horse, or when a new mayor was elected you had exchanged the pig with a dead dog. On his birthday the school was unexpectedly cancelled. You had dressed Aida´s cat in doll´s cloth when little John didn´t stop crying. You had wandered with him for two days straight to find a crystal for his mother´s birthday present. His dad had taught you how to shoot and while you were a natural, Tommy needed a lot of practice. But not once you laughed about him. Not when you came to his house and Arthur had stolen his clothes. Not when he cried because an older boy had punched him. You punched back, because you always had his back. You were partners in crime.

But then the gypsies left town and so did you. It broke his father´s heart to see his son like this. Tommy didn´t eat for days. And every night you laid awake in your bed, wondering about young Thomas Shelby. Praying that one day you could go back to him. And you did, but the circumstances weren´t as you expected them.

In a blood moon night, men had overrun the colony, they killed almost all men and they had taken the women, often raping them. You had to run away, knowing that if you looked back, there would be nothing left but ashes. And so, you returned to Birmingham. As a broken young woman with no qualification for a job. All your hope laid on Thomas Shelby…

Your hands were shaking when your finger finally grabbed the bell to ring. It sounded off key, emptier and not how you remembered. A young boy opened the door, first tears formed in your eyes. “John.” You sighed. The young boy didn´t recognize you. “Yes?” He asked boldly. You chuckled. “Is Tommy here?” He nodded unsure and you followed him into the house. The smell of smoke laid thick in the air. You followed John to the kitchen and there sat they all. At the end of the table Tommy´s father, to his left Arthur, Thomas on his right. A young man with an angular face and piercing blue eyes. Aida sat on Arthur´s side and Polly ran around the kitchen. His father was just explaining something to him, when he realized a new person entering the room. Aida´s and Arthur´s fight also broke off and all of them suddenly stared at you. You had changed a lot over the years. You still had long hair, but it was now hidden under a scarf. Your face was denoted by a scar just above your eyes. It was also the eyes Tommy recognized. You had grown to a beautiful young woman and the minute his father saw you, his hope for Tommy to marry you, came back. But there was no smile on your red lips. “Y/n?” He asked confused. You couldn´t hide the pain behind your eyes. “Hello Thomas.” He still could read you. He knew you didn´t want them to see you cry. Immediately he jumped off his chair and a hand laid on your back while he pushed you in his room. You broke down in tears and he sat down next to you, his arms embracing you. He had missed you; it was undeniable. But over the years he had gotten used to it, used to being without you. But now you were back and he felt a missing piece coming back. “What happened?” He asked quietly. “They´re all gone.” You sobbed while inhaling his scent so deeply, hoping you would forget the horrifying pictures in your head. “We were close to the border to Scotland when more people started to riot against us. One night, men came and the killed our men and they took the women.” He pulled away, his hands grabbing your face. A sudden wave hit his body, his stomach had this tightening feeling, that he couldn´t quite get a grip on. “Did they hurt you?” You shook your head. “I was able to flee.” He nodded and embraced you again. “I don´t know what to do. I have nothing left.” You then finally admitted after a long break of silence. “You have me.”

He was right, he still had your back and you were endlessly thankful. Within a few months you were able to open a shop with healing herbs and medicine. And with the help of the Peaky Blinders, people more and more accepted you. You often helped rather poor workers who couldn´t afford a real doctor. And the shop filled you with hope. Hope for a new beginning.

It must have been three months after you moved to Birmingham, you just closed the shop for today. The night was already settling in, giving you cold shivers. You locked the door and packed the key away. When turning a man suddenly appeared. Surprised you recognized Tommy. “Geez Tommy! You scared me to death!” He chuckled lowly, a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth. You could see the smoke in the soft shine of a lantern evaporating in the night sky. You smelled the bitter scent of whisky, he had been drinking. “What is it, Tom?” You asked while starting to walk. Your small flat was twenty minutes away from the shop and the walks often helped you clear your mind. And since you had moved there was one particular thing that was very often on your mind. Thomas Shelby himself. Of course, you had realized the man he had become and you admired him. He was brave, courageous and smart, sometimes bold but always reading the situations right. But not only his traits, but physical as well. His strong jawline, his bewitching blue eyes, his full lips. You both had grown up and you cursed at yourself every time your thoughts slipped. He was your best friend. “Can I walk you home?” You laughed. “I don´t know, can you?” You grinned when he hearing his drunken accent. He loved your laugh. It was one of the few things that still seemed carefree about you. You tucked your arm into his and together you walked to your flat. For more than half of the time you were silent. It drove you crazy not knowing what exactly was on his mind. Drunk Tommy was fairly new for you. He was unpredictable, especially when he had too much. But you liked his rebellious side, you found it remarkable attractive. You were only a few minutes from your home away when he finally spoke up. “Y/n?” “Hm?” You hummed in response, acting like you hadn´t waited the past minutes for him to speak up about what he wanted. “You know dad always hoped that we´d marry.” You huffed. “I know.” “Do you know I hoped so as well?” You stopped, looking up to his steel blue eyes. “What do you mean, Thomas?” And then, without a warning he leaned down and pressed his lips sloppily on yours. He wished he hadn´t been that drunk, that the first kiss wouldn´t be so messy. You pulled back, the action took you by surprise and stumbled a few steps back. He could´ve slapped himself. Good job, you fucked it up! “I´m sorry Y/n, I don´t know what has gotten into me.” You tried to calm down your breathing and after a few second you were able to look back into his eyes. “Maybe you should sleep off the whisky.” You suggested and he chuckled sadly. “You´re right.” He was hurt and for once, he couldn´t show it to you. You had pulled back, you didn´t want him. And the worst part? He was relieved! He hated when he drifted off in the middle of a meeting just because he suddenly thought about you. He hated it because he was afraid. Damn right, Thomas Shelby was afraid. Afraid to lose his best friend.

He turned to leave, but suddenly you grabbed his arm. “Maybe… Maybe you shouldn´t go back on your own. You´re not in the best condition.” You admitted and smiled at him devilishly. Oh, how he had missed that smile. And then you pressed your lips against his. First, he didn´t respond, but when finally realizing that you were actually kissing him back, his hands cupped your face and pulled you closer. He literally pulled you off your feet and carried you to your flat. (You still don´t know how he did that.) But when arriving at the front door of your house he already pushed you against the doorframe, his kisses getting more passionate and less sloppy. While his kisses even travelled down your neck you fiddled the key into the keyhole and opened the door. You walked up the stairs, there was no light in the house. Under you lived an elderly woman who went to bed early. She seemed nice but if you were honest, you didn´t talk much with her. One hand laid on the railing while the other hand pulled Tommy up behind you. He didn´t know the house like you did, but he trusted you and followed you through the dark. When you finally entered your flat and you turned on a small candle, he could finally see your face again.

“Do you know how often I had thought about kissing you?” He admitted and you watched the flame reflect in his orbs. “Why didn´t you do it?” He swallowed and pushed a strand of your hair, his finger travelling down the side of your face to your neck. “I was afraid”, he admitted. You smiled softly, grabbing his face with both of your hands. “Thomas Shelby, whatever happens, I will always be there for you, no matter what. I promise.”

“I´ll come back, I promise.” Thomas nodded, his head leaning against yours. Tears had dried against your cheek, it didn´t help anymore. War had settled between humanity and desire for power and men were called to fight. “Tommy, we gotta go”, his father stepped to the two of you. To his right Arthur, fear and pain in his eyes. Neither of them wanted to go. “Bring him back to me, will you?” You asked and he nodded, his eyes travelling to the ground. Tommy´s hands were still grabbing your waist, but you felt the cold when he left your starving touch. A last time, he pressed his lips on yours. “I love you, Y/N.” A sob escaped your lips again. “And I love you, Thomas Shelby and if you don´t come back, I´ll come and get you myself.”

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themarvel-spnmultifanwriter · 3 years

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Could you possibly do an end!verse au where Castiel had a thing with the reader since the beginning of the apocalypse? Where Castiel survives the suicide mission but finds the reader dead?

Hey, yes sure! Thank you so much for the request!

Suicide mission

Pairing: Castiel x Reader x Sam x Dean, Zachariah, Adam

Warnings: sad, mention of blood, fight, violence, mention of suicide/death

Word Count: 2,2k

Y/n's pov:

Castiel zaped us all to a derelict industrial property. I looked around the area to figure out where we were. I was confused.

"Where's the beautiful room?" Dean asked. Castiel pointed to the neglected building.

"In there" he said.

"The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California??" I asked surprised. Castiel chuckled.

"Yes. What were you expecting?" he asked me with a smile. The smile I loved about him. Cas and I have been dating since the beginning of the apocalypse. Fighting monsters and trying to stop his two brothers had brang us together. The angel got so close to me that I was constantly afraid of losing him.

"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders. "Jupiter? A blade of grass? But... Van Nuys?" Dean and Sam laughed. I've been travelling with the Winchesters for a while. They're like family to me. They both see me as their little sister.

When first starting to date Castiel, Sam and Dean sent me to a hunt with Bobby. Later, I found out they only did it so they could talk to Castiel. More scare him. I could imagine Dean holding a blade to Cas and telling him he'd hunt him down, if Cas dared hurting me. When Cas told me about it he looked terrified and me laughing about it wasn't helping in any way.

"Anyways, why can't you just zap inside the building? Wouldn't that be a lot easier?" I asked. Cas pointed at the building.

"Because," Cas began while he removed his tie. "There are at least five angles in there. Our only shot is me going in there first"

"You think you can fight of five angels?" Sam asked. Iooked at Cas with a questioning look as to ask why he was taking his clothes of. Cas took a knife from Dean

"I will make them vanish with an angel-banishing sigil on my body"

"You do realise that's basically suicide?" Dean pointed out.

""Maybe it is, but then I won't have to watch you fail. Sorry Dean, but I don't have the same faith in you that Sam and y/n do. " Cas said and began to carve the signal in his body.

"Cas please," I said as I took the angels hand. "I don't want you to go in there. I can't lose you. Dean is right, this is suicide! What am I supposed to do without you?"

"Going inside to Zachariah might be too" Cas said but soon realised that this wasn't the best answer. "I will be fine I promise. And I will come back to you. I won't leave you alone" he pulled me clothes and kissed my lips. I tried to hold back the tears that formed in my eyes. Why did it feel like this was the last kiss? I didn't want it to end. It felt like the good bye I didn't want to give him. But we couldn't lose time.

I gave Cas a nod and he finished the signil on his body. Then, he put on his clothes again. Before he went inside he took my hands and looked me deep inside the eyes.

"I will see you again. I promise," he said and vanished.

Castiel's pov:

I zapped inside the warehouse. There was a dilapidated shed in the center of it. I went to the door, but before I could reach it one of my brothers appeared behind me.

I heard the sound of an angel blade and turned around, ducking in the same moment. The blade failed just for a few inches. I took my own blade and stabbed my brother with it. There was a glow before his vessel fell to the ground.

Four more angles came in. They heard me. They all carried angel blades and pointed them at my while encircling me. I dropped my blade.

"What are you waiting for? C'mon" I said. They stepped towards me, but before any of their weapons could reach me I opened my shirt and touched the symbol that was carved into my vessel Jimmy. There was a light glow. The four angels dissappeared. But in the same moment I felt a pain, like a burn and also I started glowing before I vanished from the warehouse.

Y/n's pov:

I was standing outside the warehouse with Sam and Dean. We were listening so we would know when to enter. I heard the familiar sound of angels being banished. A tear left my eye as I knew Cas was gone.

"He will come back," Sam said and gave me a hug. He wiped my tear away and I gave him a nod as to say I was fine.

"Okay, let's go inside," Dean opened the door. Me and Sam followed him. We passed the room with angel wings shadows on the wall. One of them was Cas' wings. There was a pain inside my chest, but I had to stay strong. We were about to face Zachariah and try to get Adam out of the beautiful room. I needed to focus.

Dean opened the door to the beautiful room and we found Adam inside of it on the ground. We reached for him and he looked at us surprised.

"You came for me," Adam said and looked at us shocked.

"You're family," Dean said and helped Adam up.

"Dean this is a trap set up for you. We gotta get out of-" Adam said but before he could finish, Zachariah appeared in front of us.

"Dean, please. Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" Zachariah said.

"Did you?" Dean replied.

Sam ran up behind Zachariah with an angel blade but he got thrown at the wall immediately. I looked at Sam who was in pain. The angel blade was lying in front of him. Zachariah turned back to Dean, he seemed to ignore me and I wondered if he even noticed me yet. But I saw my chance in it.

"Dean, the one thing I've learned from dealing with you is that patience is important" Zachariah made a movement with his hand and Adam fell to the ground and started coughing. He began to throw up blood. I went over to Sam and took the angel blade, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"I knew things would play out perfectly. I have to admit, throughout I had my doubts. But it was right to trust the bossman. He knew it would come to this moment all along"

I was behind Zachariah and went closer to him, having a tight grip on the angel blade and pointing it at Zachariah.

"There is one thing though I never understood-"

I ran up to the asshole of an angel and was about to stap him, but he turned around and grabbed my arm with the angel blade. The pain of his grib made me drop the weapon and I tried to jerk away but he had me in his grib. I couldn't go anywhere.

"-I never quite got what you unimportant little human where doing along with the Winchesters" Zachariah took an angel blade himself and stabbed me. I felt it slide inside my stomach and an instant pain was in my body. He pulled the blade out and blood began to pour out. I could hear Dean yelling "no" and felt my body wanting to collapse, but Zachariah's grib wouldn't allow it. "Did you really thing a worthless little human creature like you could beat me? Did you really think you could stop any of this? NO! You may have turned one of our soldiers against us, but you are nothing after all and your pathetic attempt of killing me is ridiculous so you will die in shame"

He let go of me and I collapsed to the ground. I heard Dean and Zachariah talking, but the words weren't clear. My body was dying, stopping to work and my sensen were weaker and weaker. The whole room got blurry and I took some last breaths before I stood next to my body and went to hell.

Dean's pov:

"No!" I yelled as y/n got strapped and I wanted to reach her, but I couldn't move as Zachariah had pinned me against a wall.

"Did you really thing a worthless little human creature like you could beat me? Did you really think you could stop any of this? NO!" Zachariah yelled at y/n. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick this angel ass and make him pay for hurting y/n. "You may have turned one of our soldiers against us, but you are nothing after all and your pathetic attempt of killing me is ridiculous so you will die in shame"

He left y/n's body to die and looked at Sam next. With a hand movement he did something to Sam who was now crawled up in pain. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take seeing Sam dying too.

"Please no! Don't hurt him too" I begged.

"In exchange for what?" Zachariah asked and made the pain worse with a movement of his hand.

"Damn it, Zachariah, stop it, please! I'll do it!" I said. "the answer is yes"

I could see Sam's disappointed look. But what should I do? Letting him die?

"Dean no!! " Sam yelled but was shut down by Zachariah.

"Call Michael," I said. A huge grin formed on Zachariah's face and he called for Michael.

Sam looked at me in shock. The room started to shake. I smiled at Sam with a wink to give him to understand that I wasn't letting them win.

"Michael is now on his way" Zachariah said.

"Of course I have a few conditions" I turned to him. I explained that I wanted a guarantee of the safety of a few people and them to bring y/n back.

"Oh she's gone. We can't bring her back. She's already in hell"

"But you brought me back?" I argued.

"Do you know what it took us to bring you back? We can't do that again" Zachariah said. I was mad at the angel as he turned away from me.

"There is one more thing.. Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you." I said. Zachariah wouldn't believe that his brother would kill him. "I'm more important to Michael than you are"

"You are nothing but a maggot, inside a worm's ass! Do you know who I am? After I deliver you to Michael?" Zachariah said as he grabbed me by the collar. "Michael would never kill me for you"

"Maybe not. But I will" I took an angel blade out of my jacket and stabbed Zachariah with it.

I reached for Adam and Sam and tried to get them out of the shaking room. I pulled Sam out and was about to reach for Adam's hand when the door closed and trapped him inside...

Castiel's pov:

Somehow I survived the suicide mission. I knew I had to go back to Sam, Dean and y/n. I needed to check on my girl to make sure she was alright. I went back to the warehouse and I found Sam and Dean walking outside. But y/n was missing?

"Sam! Dean!" I said as I went to the Winchesters.

"Cas hey! You are still alive" Dean pointed out.

"I made a promise that I would come back" I said. "Where is y/n anyways?"

Neither Sam or Dean was answering. They were both looking to the ground, sadness written on their faces.

"Cas y/n... She..." Sam said but he couldn't finish the sentence. I still knew what he meant but I couldn't believe it.

"No!" I said and took a few steps back.

"Cas she didn't make it" Dean said. I shook my head.

"No! No she isn't! Y/n is strong! She's a fighter! She. She"

"I'm so sorry Cas. She meant a lot to all of us" Sam said and I looked at him half mad half sad.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"Her body is still in the room" Sam replied and looked back on the ground.

"You didn't brought her out of the room?!"

"We barely made it out ourselves!" Dean said. "Now y/n isn't even getting the hunters funeral that she deserves"

"Zachariah is going to pay for that" I said to myself, though it was loud enough for the others to understand.

"He already did. I killed him" Dean told me.

"Then Michael will pay next!" I said. I couldn't let y/n's death happen without any revenge. The angels took away what mattered the most to me.

Y/n showed me what humanity and life really meant. She showed me all the good things about it. I learned to love what I was willing to kill without questioning a few months ago. And now it was gone. The beauty and the reason for my still existence. I didn't want to exist anymore. All I wanted was to kill Michael and disappear after that. Because now they took the only beauty out of my life. And everything felt empty again.

#castiel #supernatural #castiel x reader #sam x reader #dean x reader #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #supernatural art #sam winchester #dean winchester

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Annie vs Mikasa: Round 2

They don’t actually fight, I just couldn’t think of a good title for this post. Annie and Mikasa are a set of foils. At times their similarities only serve to irritate one another. At other times, their differences are complementary. Just like Eren / Reiner, and Bertolt / Armin, Annie and Mikasa can become each other’s worst enemies and yet at the same time offer a unique understanding to one another. Here’s an analysis of their foiling as of the latest chapter.

1. Lost Girls

Mikasa and Annie have been opposing forces in the manga ever since Eren saw it fit to compare them. If you look at them from Eren’s point of view they’re incredibly, superficially (on the outside) similiar. Both of them are the only girls in a group of two boys. Both of them are the physically strongest member of their group, and also the most confident in themselves. Annie, just like Mikasa has the ability to quickly act, and she doesn’t hesitate like Bertolt and Reiner are prone to.

Eren is someone constantly fighting against his own weakness, and that’s what causes him to trip up and hesitate. He’s always battling against the idea that he’s mediocre, that he’s all talk, that he’s unable to be strong enough to make the grand promises he makes. As a person he feels lacking, inferior. He lacks the self confidence simply to act. Which is why he gravitates towards people like Mikasa and Annie who just ACT without hesitation. He wants the single-mindedness that Mikasa and Annie have, just by being the people they are, because Eren is riddled with self doubts. Annie and Mikasa both have the strength and self confidence that Eren wants, but they don’t really care about being strong.

Eren would love nothing more than to be able to shut his brain off and become a soldier the way Mikasa and Annie seem to be able to do so flawlessly, but neither of them really want to be this way. The reason that Annie and Mikasa are able to shut their brains off and just fight, is because they see themselves as having fought to survive their entire life, having lost everything else.

They are both girls fighting to survive and find love in a world that they no has absolutely no love for them. They’ve both lost their places in the world, and any and all connecction to the world (except for one person) and because of that they’ve become so desperate that fighting is all they can do.

I bring up the Eren comparison because Mikasa’s been shown to be jealous of Annie in the past whenever Eren gravitated toward Annie. I don’t think Eren had any kind of romantic interest in Annie, I think he just admired her. In a way since MIkasa and Annie are so similiar, Eren can see all of the parts of Mikasa he admires in Annie (her strength, her independence) but none of the parts of Mikasa he dislikes (her codependence, her habit of always following him around).

In the female type titan arc Annie and Mikasa are characters who are incredibly similiar on the outside, especially in the way that Eren perceives them, but we learn the difference between them in their actions.

Mikasa is loyal, Annie is not. And I don’t just mean that Mikasa is loyal to the scouting corps whereas Annie is a spy. I mean, even to their small group of friends Mikasa is someone who is fiercely protective of both Armin and Eren whereas Annie will always run away from Bertolt and Reiner to protect herself. Mikasa clings to Armin and Eren as her place in this world after having lost her original family, whereas Annie completely refuses to get close to Bertolt and Reiner in the same way.

There’s also a certain irony in the way Eren perceives Annie. I mean like I said, he gravitates towards Annie because it’s all Eren thinks he admires in a person, Mikasa’s strength, but without the part of Mikasa that always clings to him. Mikasa’s loyalty towards him has always bugged him but it’s also something that Eren has also always taken for granted because look how hard he freaks out when Annie turns out to have an agenda of her own. He practically begs, and begs her not to betray the scouting corps because he can’t handle the person betrayal.

Anyway this is how we are initially presented their characters, two people incredibly similiar on the outside, but Mikasa is loyal, and Annie disloyal. Of course this is deconstructed in later arcs but we gotta get out of Eren’s POV first.

2. Lost Girls, Found

I set up their foiling in the female type titan arc to show how it’s subverted this arc. A lot of ideas set up in the female type titan arc are now being inverted in the final arc. First we learn a little more about Annie, and how even her circumstances are incredibly similiar to Mikasa.

Mikasa lost her place in the world when her family was killed. Annie never had a place. They are both girls who are incredibly unconnected to the world around them. Annie an orphan with Eldian blood, Mikasa an orphan with Ackerman blood, and the last remaining person of Asian descent inside the walls. They were also marked as different from the world around them because of their birth.

They both have an adopted family member they fixate on, because that person is their sole connection to the world around them. For Mikasa it’s Eren, and for Annie it’s her father. Mikasa’s goal is ultimately to protect Eren because by his side is her place of belonging in the world everything else comes second. Annie’s goal is ultimately to return home to her father because he is her place of belonging in the world and everything else comes second.

Both girls are incredibly, aware of the cruelty of life and how easily people can die and it can all be lost. A dead insect is used to symbolize the revelation in both cases, a dead beetle for Annie, a dead butterfly for Mikasa. For the both of them they also came to this revelation at an extremely young age.

This makes them even more desperate to protect their small place of belonging in the world. Which is why they have the same selfish habit. They will forget about everything else, and run off to protect that safe place when they are pushed against a wall. Mikasa will always drop everything to run after Eren, even if it leads her to doing soemthing stupid or disobeying orders from a superior. Annie will always follow her father’s words and protect herself because she doesn’t care about the mission or the outside world ultimately.

Annie says she’d trample over other people, Mikasa doesn’t listen to Levi and charges straight at the female type titan because it’s the shortest path to Annie. It’s the same behavior, the outside world stops existing to them. Mikasa and Annie both have a small and fragile world that consists of one person they’ve decided is their family. They’re scared of the world at large, because they think they have no place in it.

The story has been gradually challenging Mikasa again and again, to care about the world outside of Eren. It starts in Trost where Mikasa realizes she can’t let herself die just because Eren died because she wants to keep his memory alive. Hange tells her that she might lose the person most important to her in the world, but she has to keep moving forward with that loss.

Mikasa became the first to let go of Armin, when Eren didn’t give up on begging Levi to revive Armin, even though Mikasa had always been the most fiercely protective of their little group beforehand. Floch even points out, that Mikasa is the closest to maturing because she was out of the three of them the only one able to let go. I know Floch is wrong a lot, but Floch tends to talk in theme. I mean he’s not really a character in his own right, he just… talks about the themes of the story. He’s a mouth piece for the author to make obvious comments on the themes of the story, like when he goads Jean into just quietly accepting that the world might end outside of Paradis island. If Floch says something it’s probably a theme of the story.

Mikasa has been pushed over and over again to let go of the person that is her place of belonging in the world. The way she does this is one, realizing how Eren’s actions affect others and two, learning to move to protect people outside of Eren.

It’s Mikasa who calls out Eren for hurting children, and it’s Mikasa who moves to protect Gabi, even knowing that Gabi was the one who killed Sasha. Why? Because Mikasa herself is a lost girl. Because Mikasa knows what it’s like to lose everything as a child.

Mikasa wants to gain the strength to protect someone, because she knows what it’s like to lose everything and doesn’t really want to inflict that on someone else. However, it turns out she’s been protecting the wrong person all along. What’s she been doing then?

For both Mikasa and Annie their wish to have a family, and have some connection to the world isn’t selfish at all. In fact they can be incredibly soft and kind people to those they consider family. However, they have a tendency to tunnel vision and act selfishly when the chips are down. Mikasa enables the worst parts of Eren because she’s so codependent, and Annie is so independent she’s entirely forgotten about the world around her.

Mikasa is slowly learning what Annie already knows, her independence.

Mikasa has slowly been learning there are other things besides Eren that connect her to the outside world, whether it be her sympathies with children like Gabi and Falco who are so much like her and Eren, or her double heritage to both the Ackerman clan and her connection to Hizuru.

At the same time this latest chapter has been showing Annie the opposite. The personal connections to people that Mikasa has always clung so tightly to, and Annie has eschewed are what is slowly coming to matter more to Annie.

When Annie loses all hope, it’s her brief conversation to Armin that almost pulls her back from the edge. In fact the reason she didn’t lose her mind all that time in the crystal is because Armin kept talking to her. Mikasa needs to lose her connections to other people to learn to function on her own, but Annie needs to let other people connect to her.

It’s Armin who pulls her back and grabs her hand when she just wants to avoid others. It’s Armin who counteracts Annie’s long held belief, that the great big world is scary to her. Annie can’t begin to accept the idea that the world might be kind too, unless she learns to accept Armin’s optimism, and his point of view. Annie needs to learn from Armin, but to do that she has to get close to him.

So in the latest chapter we see Annie and Mikasa challenging each other again. Annie and Mikasa have asked each other the most important questions they need to answer.

Can Mikasa actually kill Eren? Can she do what she needs to do? And Mikasa asks Annie the opposite questions? Can Annie follow Armin and be there for him or is she just going to run away again?

I’d say they are both at this point at the final hurdle of their arcs. Mikasa saying that she just wants the old Eren back is the problem. She needs to learn to accept the old Eren is gone. She can either try to save the current Eren, or kill the current Eren, but both of those means Mikasa has to drop her idealized image of Eren and confront the real one right in front of her. Whereas, Annie’s trying to run away one more final time before the end instead of fighting for someone besides herself and her own survival.

Mikasa needs to learn to be independent and function without Eren, and Annie needs to learn to let other people be a part of her life. She can’t live in this world all alone. The same way that Eren once told Mikasa how to live in this world, Armin could help Annie find a way to live, but only if she lets him.

Which is why the connection between these two lost girls is so important. In the Female Type Titan arc we saw them already try to kill each other. However, they’ve always had the potential to help each other find their way so they’ll be lost girls no more.

#aot 132 #aot 132 spoilers #snk 132 #snk 132 spoilers #attack on titan meta #annie leonhart #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #armin arlert #eremika #aruannie #attack on titan

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noaltbruh · 3 years

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BRUNO SURVIVES AU

HUGE SPOILERS FROM PART 5, VENTO AUREO

Everything seemed to have come to an end, Giorno took one last look at the river where Diavolo had fallen down, then summoned Gold Experience Requiem.

For a reason not even the boy himself could understand...He was afraid of his stand. It kept on staring him right in the eyes, like a slave waiting for his master's commands.

He knew it couldn't hurt him, but it didn't matter, he couldn't bring himself to believe this was really an incarnation of his soul.

"At your service, how may I assist you?"

Upon hearing the stand talking like an independent identity, the fear inside Giorno's heart grew even bigger.

"I need to know...What have you done to Diavolo?"

He said, directing his sigh to the arrow stuck in its palm.

"I gave him the punishment a being like him deserves. He wished to be at the top, to overcome any...Error of his past, to become unkillable. And now... He will be experiencing death until everything ceases to exist. I'd dare to say, it's almost amusing, wouldn't you agree?"

The stand concluded, a little smirk formed on his face.

Giorno didn't have the courage to look at the...Creature he had just given life to, he instinctively turned around, facing away from it.

"Master? Aren't you satisfied with my work?"

The godly entity said, approaching his user, trying to get him to and face it.

But Giorno still resisted, instictly closing his eyes.

"Be more specific, what kind of punishment is he enduring?"

"He will be constantly sent to alternatives realities, and in each one of them he will experience a different form of death, like drowning, to make a simple example. Even right now, as we're talking, Diavolo has already been killed multiple times"

The young boy bit his lips, when he felt something touching him on the shoulder, it didn't take much to realize whose hand it was.

"What's the matter, Master? Your behavior is quite...Unusual"

"...Everything is fine"

"Allow me to remember you, that I'm nothing more than a manifestation of yourself, hiding your thoughts from me isn't going to be particularly useful"

"I'm not hiding anything"

He said, retracting his stand, a drop of blood fell on his chest

"Know your place"

He turned around and reopened his eyes; his attention was caught by Mista and Trish sharing a laugh together. Giorno wondered how they could be so carefree after everything they've been through.

Abbacchio... Narancia... Bucciarati...

He asked to himself how he could have ever explained to them that the man was gone, and that he had known it from the beginning.

"Come on Giorno, we gotta save Bucciarati!"

Mista said, interrupting his friend's thoughts.

The blonde, in return, did not say a word; trying to avoid anyone's gaze, he followed the older boy and Trish to the colosseum, bringing Polnareff along with them.

His steps were slow, reluctant, and heavy. He didn't have the courage to face what was going to happen next.

"Uh...This place didn't look so big earlier, we're gonna take hours to find him! Giorno, can you use Gold Experience to sense his life energy?"

"My stand has been quite active lately, I'd rather not overuse it, if you don't mind"

It was the best excuse he could make up on the moment, he has always had a talent to trick everyone around him as it pleased him, but this time...It was different. He wished he could have just run away, and convince himself that it was for the best.

Before Trish could answer, they heard a scream coming not very far away from them, it was Mista's.

The girl grabbed Giorno by the arm, and ran into the direction where the sound came from.

At last...There it was: Bucciarati's body. His eyes were open, but there was no flicker of light inside of them, just a plain, dull blue. A part of his clothes was torn, even though there wasn't a single drop of blood on him.

"It...It can't be...This is a joke, r-right? Bucciarati is going to wake up...He'll be fine...RIGHT?"

Trish fell to her knees, as the tears started flooding on her face.

Even if she had known the man in white for such a short time, he had been a better parental figure to her than her own father ever was.

Mista put an hand on her shoulder, trying to restrain from bursting in tears as well.

Giorno simply stood there, constantly switching his sigh from the two mourning teens to Bruno's corpse.

The shell of the turtle he was holding slipped away from his palms, and fell to the ground. Every inch of his body was shaking like the last leaf left on a tree in the middle of October, fighting back, to show that he was stronger than the ones around him.

Shaking...That's what he would always do whenever he felt fear invading him.

"There's no point in crying" is the phrase he'd constantly repeat to himself as a child, every time his mother would leave him in the middle of the night, or his father would brutally hit him with the closest object he could find.

When Narancia's soul left his body, for the first time in his life, Giorno felt his eyes getting wet, but he refused to let the tears flow, he couldn't show such sign of weakness in a situation where all of their lives were on the line.

But now... Staring at that body completely drained of any sign of energy, reminded him of the heart crushing sensation of seeing his closest friend vanishing in front of his eyes, and not being able to do anything to save him.

For a split second, he felt the urge to jump from the railing that ideally separated the two of them. He wanted to follow him, he didn't care where they would have gone, he could not bring himself to accept that Bruno was not there anymore.

Giorno was just a boy, and despite how much he didn't want to admit it, he was still immature, he refused to let go of the blue haired man.

He had already experienced it in Venezia; when he noticed that his attempts to keep in contact with Bucciarati inside the tower had failed, he panicked, and did something no member of an organization like Passione should do: disobey his Boss' orders.

And even then, his desire to keep him by his side...Was so strong that he said 'no' to death itself.

But in the end, it was useless, bringing him back was just a fake hope Giorno had decided to believe in.

Mista turned around to look at the boy, his expression was a mixture of anger and deep sadness. He was clutching his teeth, breathing heavily.

"What are you waiting for? Heal him! Bring him back before it's too late, or are you just going to stand there and let him suffer until he dies?"

"M-Mista...You know I can't do that, just like I couldn't bring Abbacchio or Narancia back, Bucciarati's soul has already left his body"

He reached out his arm into the gunman's direction, but Mista pulled away, pointing his stand right into the boy with green eyes' head.

"How are you so calm, uh? How aren't you shedding a single tear? Did you ever even care about him, about ANY of us?!"

"...I understand how you feel, but Bucciarati was perfectly aware of the risk he would have taken when we betrayed Diav-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING, GIOVANNA! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE SUPERIOR TO ALL OF US"

He said, nervously tickling the trigger. He was expecting Giorno to get back, or to at least show any kind of concern. But the boy did not flinch, looking at him with eyes emptier than Bucciarati's.

It almost seemed like it was exactly what he wanted: he was waiting- no, he was hoping for Mista to shoot at him.

"W-WHAT THE HELL GIORNO? DO YOU WANT ME TO P-PUT A FREAKING BULLET I-IN YOUR HEAD SO MUCH?"

"Do as it pleases you, I am not going to fight back"

"...You knew a-about this, didn't you? What did you do to him inside the tower in Venezia?"

"..."

Mista put the gun down, and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him against the floor. Giorno's curls were reduced to a blonde mess.

The back of his clothes got torn as well, one of the lady bug ornaments fell to the ground, breaking in two.

"I told you, I'm not going to resist"

The calmness that came from his voice was unnatural, like a patient mother who had seen her child throwing a tantrum multiple times, and had become apathetic to it.

"I won't say it again, Giovanna. What did you do to Bucciarati in Venezia?"

Giorno sighed heavily, then took a deep breath. Despite how numb he may have looked from outside, he was just as much, if not, more hurt to see Bucciarati in that state than anyone else.

"Bucciarati was killed"

Those words resonated throughout the entire Colosseum. The two boys could hear Trish's sobs becoming even louder than before, but they brushed it off.

"...The hell are you talking about? Did you go insane? Are you seriously telling me your stand can bring people back from the dead? I want the truth, not some fairy ta-"

"You're not entirely wrong, but you are not right either"

"W-what did you just say?"

"I did bring him back to life, or so I thought...To the very least. But the energy that my Gold Experience was able to inject inside of him only lasted for a very short time. His soul was perfectly intact...But his body was simply too unstable"

Mista let go of the boy, gesturing for him to get up. The anger in his eyes seemed to have vanished, his tone was now resembling Giorno's.

"Alright, I believe you"

The latter picked up what was left of his left brooch, and tried to get some dust off his clothes.

"Very well, I'm glad we could-"

"Do it again"

Mista said, kneeling down to Bruno's level, to check the parts of his body that he had previously shot to.

"You said you brought him back, do it again"

Giorno got closer to his companion, putting an hand on his shoulder.

"Mista... I cannot do that, some stands are remarkably powerful, but they have limits too"

"Maybe before, but yours is not a normal stand anymore, if he managed to survive for a while using only its old powers, who says that it's not going to work permanently this time?"

"I'm-"

"Not leaving until you try"

He concluded, stepping back so that Giorno could have a full view of the body. Reluctantly, he summoned his stand, still avoiding doing eye contact as hard as he could.

"Master, if I may, I don't believe this is exactly a very smart idea"

"I know, and I agree, but we will never see the end of this if we don't at least give it a try"

"Don't...Please"

"What's the matter? In the worst case scenario, nothing will change, we'll just give Bucciarati the burial he deserves, and move on"

"This will be the biggest regret in your life, we don't have to do this, YOU are the Boss now, Mista has no authority over you"

"...You're right"

He gently put the man's head on his knees, placing an hand on his chest.

"And you don't either"

Before the stand could oppose any resistance, a blindly beam of light surrounded the three.

One, two, three minutes passed. Nonetheless, such a small period of time seemed to be never-ending.

Gold Experience Requiem vanished, accompanied by the sound of Giorno's heavy breathing, he could barely keep his eyes open.

That's when he suddenly heard something resonating, even though he could not tell where it came from.

It was a calm, slow sound, that seemed to become slightly more intense with every moment that passed.

Instinctively, he looked down, and was met with a pair of bright, blue, lively eyes staring back at him.

That sound...Was Bucciarati's heartbeat.

His lips were contracted, forming an imperceptible smile. He put his hand on the boy's, it was warm, and delicate.

"G-Giorno? I...I don't understand... Why am I here? Y-you...Didn't die, r-right? We were so close to d-defeating Diavolo, don't tell m-me..."

"Everything is okay, Bucciarati. I'm alive...And so are you"

"What? But...My s-soul...How did this happen?"

"I'm...Not quite sure, to be honest. I suppose my stand has truly surpassed any other"

In a matter of few seconds, the man found himself surrounded by Mista and Trish, who hugged him tight with tears in their eyes.

"Bucciarati...You're alive! It worked, it actually worked!"

"We...We thought we had lost you forever...I'm NEVER letting you go again!"

The man chuckled softly, moved by their genuine concern for him.

He turned his attention to Giorno, who had immediately retracted himself in the moment the two had threw themself on him.

"Aren't you happy to see me? Don't you want to join us?"

"I...never really liked physical contact, I hope you understand"

"Is that so?"

Bruno summoned Sticky Fingers, giving the blonde boy a small push from behind, making him fall right on him.

"Forgive me, but I have no intention of letting you out of this group hug"

He smiled sweetly, hoping for a smile in return, but Giorno lowered his head, his hands still welded to his hips.

"If...You insist"

#fanfiction #jojo #giornogiovanna #brunobucciarati #jojo golden wind #giorno #guidomista #trishuna #jjba #jojosbizarreadventures #jjba part 5 #bucciaratibruno #jjba bruno

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lyssismagical · 4 years

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When the sky is losing light, I swear my head fills up with memories

Febuwhump Days 25-28 - Presumed Dead, Freeze to Death, Glass, Post-Tragedy

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{TW: Minor Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence}

His breaths puff out of him, visible in the frigid air.

Kidnapped again.

He’d only been kidnapped a handful of times before, but being both Tony’s Intern and Spider-Man had some pretty obvious downsides. It always ended fine, a grand rescue mission ending with Tony coddling Peter in Medical.

It never took longer than mere hours for him to be found, always covered in trackable devices or taken by people who underestimate Tony’s genius.

But this was different already, Peter could tell.

The man speaking to him from the other side of the glass-walled enclosure Peter’s in, isn’t interested in using Peter for ransom like most others are. He doesn’t even seem interested in hurting Peter, doesn’t step inside the enclosure at all.

And worse, Peter recognized the man pacing. He was one of the police officers constantly chasing after Spider-Man, believing he was failing the city, all of the bullshit that the Daily Bugle puts out. He’d tried to arrest Peter a few times before and had even started shooting at Peter as he swung through Queens.

No matter how much good Peter did, police officers like him would always believe he was a menace.

“Did you know,” the man starts, dress shoes clicking against the ground as he paces. “that over thirty percent of the criminals you web up end up free to roam the streets within days of arrest? Did you know that we still have to present the criminals to the judge and jury nearly evidence-less, and they’re proclaimed innocent until proven guilty? Did you know that the majority of the criminals set free after you play pretend police with them, end up doing more crime and hurting more people?”

Peter does know that. He watches the news as often as he can, he’s got access to files and information through Tony and FRIDAY even if he’s not technically supposed to see it.

He knows it and he hates it. He keeps tabs on all the criminals and he gives them the benefit of the doubt, hoping the close run-in with the cops will get them to turn good, but it rarely works out that way.

Peter keeps his mouth shut, testing the chains that hold him to one of the four glass walls, metal freezing cold on his wrists, but they’re too strong.

“There’s an obvious solution here, spider,” the man says condescendingly. He taps at one of the two guns that sit against his hips. “Bullet right in the forehead. Get the job done for real.”

Frowning, the young hero shakes his head. “That’s not right-”

“If you don’t, you’re letting these criminals walk free.” The man, shakes his head, leaning up against the glass. The name tag on his shirt reads David Walker.

“That doesn’t mean I can start killing people just because they did something wrong.”

David scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Let’s start with a man you webbed up three months ago, alright? His name was Scott Paterson. Scott’s a drug dealer, he’s got a few counts of assault under his belt, even had a charge of arson. You caught him three months ago in a drug deal gone wrong. Scott was webbed up and we collected him. He was out on the streets again within two days.”

Peter doesn’t remember Scott. He believes David, but it’s hard to remember specific names or crimes that he stops on the daily.

“Two weeks ago, we found Scott in his apartment,” David continues. “He had been in the process of moving out of state to avoid being caught because he’d killed two guys who were witnesses to Scott’s crimes.”

Guilt rushes through Peter, settling amongst all the other buckets of guilt he’s stored deep within his conscience. He knows this kind of thing happens, he does, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

David leans against the glass, hands splayed out. “Those two deaths are on your hands, Spider. Two women are now widows, three children are fatherless, thanks to you.”

“I didn’t want-”

“It doesn’t matter what you want, Spider,” David tsks. “If you had killed Scott instead of leaving him for us to deal with, those families wouldn’t have lost those men, and Scott would’ve gotten what he had coming. Isn’t that the better outcome? Just think of how many deaths are on your hands if over thirty percent of the criminals you webbed up are still commiting crimes.”

Peter flinches, not wanting to think about blood on his hands, reminding him of Ben and all the citizens he couldn’t save no matter how hard he tried.

But David won’t stop now. “Wouldn’t it be better if the precious hero stopped failing? Wouldn’t it be better for you to rid the streets of all criminals, not just the ones that us cops can put behind bars for a couple of years? Wouldn’t it be better if you protected your civilians and your city, Spider-Man?”

“I can’t just kill every person who’s done something wrong! I can’t just start pulling the trigger every time somebody steps out of line! Wouldn’t that make me just as bad as them?”

“You’re already a menace, Spider-Man, do you really want to be a failure too? If you don’t kill them, they’ll just hurt more people and then it’s on you.”

Tears are welling in Peter’s eyes against his will because this isn’t right. Tony’s always said that Peter’s morals rival those of Captain America. That Peter was always good, simply put. And Peter believed it. He was a hero, after all.

David’s face softens a fraction, a frown tugging at his mouth. “Alright, let’s make this easier for you, okay?”

He turns down the hallway, they seem to be in some cliché abandoned warehouse, only the glass blocking Peter away from David, but Peter doesn’t have to try to know the glass isn’t normal glass, and the handcuffs holding him down aren’t regular handcuffs.

Peter takes the second of solitude to check himself over. He’s wearing the t-shirt and jeans he had on when he was walking to school, he guesses only a few hours earlier. His phone, watch, and backpack all missing. Even his shoes were gone. He doesn’t feel hurt at all, other than the headache from being knocked out.

David’s a police officer. There’s no way of knowing how many others are working with him, if he could’ve wiped any security tapes, if he could’ve taken them somewhere non-disclosed where even Tony couldn’t find them.

The cuffs must be vibranium, refusing to break no matter how hard Peter tugs at them. It’s January too. The abandoned warehouse isn’t about to have heating, so the frigid air makes sense. Peter shivers just thinking about the cold seeping into him.

“Alright, Spider.” David’s voice returns. He emerges back into Peter’s view, but this time, he’s dragging a body along with him.

David shoves the door to the glass enclosure open and tosses the body to the floor by Peter’s feet.

“Meet Scott Paterson, Spider-Man,” David says, a grin stretching across his face.

Scott’s face is enough to trigger the memory of him. There was shouting behind a bar when Peter was on his way home, so Peter went and webbed both Scott and another guy up. He left them with the drugs as evidence along with the knife Scott had pulled out.

His face is a little beaten up, blood dripping from his split lip onto the ground but his eyes are wild with confusion and fear, hands shaking in the plain handcuffs holding his wrists behind his back.

“We’re going to play a little game, alright?” David pulls one of the guns out of his pocket along with a roll of duct tape.

Peter’s shivering steadily and his head is pounding, vibranium holding his wrists in front of him, so there’s not much he can do as David tapes the gun to Peter’s hand, covering his hands and fingers in the silvery tape, index finger on the trigger.

“You’ve got one bullet in there,” David explains, taking a step back to admire his handiwork.

He pulls Scott to his knees, draws the second gun and holds the barrel to Scott’s temple.

“Wait a second-” Scott gasps, biceps straining as he tries to get away, out of the handcuffs, out of the grip on his collar.

“Now, here’s the game, Spider.” The click of the safety. “Put your bullet in his forehead.”

Peter tugs at his restraints harder, shaking his head as tears rush into his eyes. “I can’t- I can’t just kill him!”

“The blood is already on your hands, Spider. If you don’t kill him, I will, and it’ll be your fault. Or you kill him.”

Scott’s wild eyes lock onto Peter’s. “Please, man, I’m not- I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I got caught up with this awful dude who was threatening my daughter, and I did what he told me to do to keep her safe. You gotta- Please, man, I can’t die. Don’t- Don’t let me die.”

Peter’s heart clenches, hands shaking as he lifts the gun, a tear already tracing its way down his frozen cheeks. He turns the gun towards David.

“Do it, coward,” David says, lifting his eyebrows. “You’re just a coward, Spider. If you kill me, my death will be on you, but you’d save Scott. If you don’t, I’ll kill Scott and it’ll be your fault. Either way, somebody dies and the blame is put on you.”

Shaking his head again, Peter can’t convince himself to speak around the lump in his throat, worried that if he opened his mouth, a sob would escape.

David shoves the gun harder against Scott’s temple, glaring at Peter. “Your choice, kid. Me or him.”

“Please, man, you’ve gotta believe me,” Scott pleads, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. “I know I did bad things, but I’m not a bad guy. My daughter’s dance recital is tomorrow and I- I promised I’d go for her. Please.”

Peter’s hands are trembling as he points the gun up at David, chains pulling taut. “You don’t have to do this. You could put down the gun and we could all walk out of here.”

But there’s no sympathy in David’s face, no care, just the same nonchalance. “You’ve got three seconds or I’m killing Scott.”

Three.

There’s no way out. There’s no way to change the outcomes of this. Somebody’s going to die. Either Peter kills somebody, or Peter lets somebody kill someone. Either way, it’s on Peter. Either way, Peter will leave here a murderer. No better than David or Scott. No better than the people he puts in prison every day. No better than the man who killed Ben that night all those years ago, the one that Peter spent months obsessively tracking. No better than the worst of the worst.

Two.

Either way, Peter’s a killer.

One.

* Peter startles awake when he feels hands on his shoulders, shaking him hard. He gasps, cold and sweating and crying, not shivering because he’s long since stopped shivering in this stupid fucking glass prison, but trembling from the anxiety that still thrums through his veins, the adrenaline crashing.

“Oh fuck, kid, I thought- You weren’t moving and I- I thought-”

“Tony?” His voice breaks on a sob, tears frozen against his cheeks, and the gun is still taped to his hand, still warm against his palm. “Get it off, get it- get it off, please, I can’t-”

Tony’s quick to grab a knife handed to him from somewhere behind Peter, probably Natasha, and cutting the weapon away from Peter’s palm.

There’s blood and glass everywhere. Peter peeks over Tony’s shoulder, barely able to contain the hoarse sob that escapes him when he sees the unconscious figures.

“Are they-”

“One of them was,” Tony responds shortly. “The other one passed out from shock, he’ll be fine.”

But that’s not better.

Peter pulled the trigger.

He was the one that put a bullet in another man’s head.

He was the one who took the life from a human being.

Peter hides his face against Tony’s shoulder, stomach twisting at the flashes of blood and shattering glass and feeling the recoiling gun.

His head gets stuck in a loop of percentages, of statistics. Thirty percent of criminals. He wonders how many police are like David, how many of them would push Peter to murder. He wonders what the statistics are for people he’s saved versus those the police have saved. If Peter’s really making a difference of not. He wonders, in another universe where he never became Spider-Man, if Queens would be better off.

It doesn’t matter though, alternate universes and statistics, because Peter killed a man. Because there’s a dead body only feet away from him and the gun is only inches away from his fingertips, glass shards littering the floor and digging into his knees and shins.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the car and back to Bruce, okay?” Tony says, voice soft and low. His hands are much too careful against Peter’s shoulders and thumbs running over his cheekbones and fingertips brushing back his hair.

Peter doesn’t answer, doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to, throat clogged up with grief and crushing guilt.

He doesn’t deserve any of it. He doesn’t deserve Tony and his soft words and softer touches, doesn’t deserve the luxury of seeing a doctor and getting patched up, doesn’t deserve safety and warmth. He deserves to be behind bars for this. He killed a man.

Tony leads him up to his feet, careful to position himself between Peter and David’s body, it doesn’t matter because the image is already scarred into Peter’s memory.

The world is too bright, sun bouncing off the snow and into Peter’s eyes before Tony slips a pair of sunglasses on him. The world goes dim and dark, and Peter lets Tony lead him forward and maneuver his pliant limbs into the car.

He hears Happy say something to him, but he sounds distant. Underwater.

Tony’s fingertips are on his face, pushing his curls back and smoothing his thumbs over Peter’s temples. “Sleep, kid. It’ll be okay.”

Peter doesn’t believe it’ll be okay, doesn’t know how Tony could, but he rests his head against the window anyways and spends the drive trying his best not to think about the glass against his head and in his skin.

Peter doesn’t answer many of Bruce’s questions, but thankfully, the doctor is kind and limits his questions to yes or no answers where he can.

Tony sits at his side while Bruce takes the glass out of him and stitches up the deeper wounds, putting butterfly bandages over the rest.

And then Peter’s led back up to the penthouse where May arrives, bundling him up in a tight hug before getting a sandwich in front of him.

He eats even though his food tastes like nothing and it’s hard to swallow around the lump in his throat that doesn’t seem to leave. He can’t get the image of Scott’s crying face and David’s body dropping to the floor, gun going off and hitting one of the glass walls, effectively shattering it.

“Hey, kiddo,” Tony murmurs sitting down across from Peter and pushing a cup of water towards him.

Peter doesn’t know if Tony did it intentionally, but the cup is a colorful plastic one, not glass.

“Thanks,” Peter says, coughing to cover up the effort it takes to stop himself from bursting into tears again.

“I know this is a bad time and I shouldn’t be asking you anything this soon, but the man’s at the hospital with Nat and Steve, and they’re wondering what they should do with him,” Tony says. “He says it’s your decision whether or not you want him in prison.”

Scott’s giving Peter the decision. Another decision. Maybe that means Peter did a good job the first time Scott’s life was put in his hands.

Either way, he doesn’t want to make the decision. He doesn’t know if he’s psychologically capable of making another big decision like this one.

“Send him home,” Peter says, voice robotic and not quite his own. “Wasn’t his fault.”

Tony lifts an eyebrow. He’s always been overly-curious. Someone incapable of holding in the questions he wants answers to, so it’s not surprising when he says, “It wasn’t his fault that there’s a dead police officer on our hands now?”

It’s not his fault. He probably assumed the gun on the ground meant that Scott shot David, not Peter who shot him. He probably saw the gun taped to Peter’s hand and automatically assumed it couldn’t have been him.

“No,” Peter says shortly, taking a sip of the water and trying his best not to draw attention to his violently trembling hands. Water sloshes over the edge of his cup onto the table. “Scott’s not a bad guy.”

He doesn’t say that he doesn’t think David was the bad guy either. He doesn’t say that he thinks Peter’s the bad guy.

“Okay, I’ll let them know,” Tony says, looking at Peter like he’s going to ask another hundred questions to get to the bottom of this.

“I’m going to my room.” Peter stands up abruptly, arm jerking like it expects to be held down by the chains from earlier. He almost forgets to put down his cup and when he does, he forgets to reign in his strength and the cup breaks, spilling water over the table.

Instead of dealing with any of his obviously unusual actions, he just nods at the mess he’s made like he did it on purpose and walks to his bedroom.

He doesn’t want to deal with any of it. His skin is crawling and his lungs feel like they’ve collapsed. And he knows what that feels like.

He wishes he could talk to Ben.

Ben would know what to do, what to say. He always did. May’s good and Peter loves her, he does, but she always used to let Ben deal with the emotional side of things. After Mary and Richard died, Ben would be the one to comfort him after nightmares and he was the one who would drag out old photo albums and hold Peter while he cried. May was the one to put the funeral together and she did his laundry and cooked them food and offered any support she could.

But Ben’s not there anymore. He isn’t there to be the elaborate story-teller he used to be, making up voices and gesticulating wildly until he got Peter to fall into a giggle fit. He isn’t there to tuck Peter into a warm blanket, make Ben’s Special Hot Chocolate, and do jigsaw puzzles with him in the middle of the night. Ben’s not there.

“Yorke Construction, how can I help you?”

Peter jerks, fingers clutching the phone against his ear. He hadn’t realized he’d called.

“Um, sorry- I shouldn’t have-”

The lady’s voice softens. “Are you okay?”

It’s not the same person who used to pick up the phones at Ben’s work when he did work there.

“I shouldn’t have called, I just-”

“Are you okay?” she repeats gently. “Are you trying to reach someone?”

Peter resolve crumples and he tries to hide the obvious tears in his voice. “My uncle used to work there, he doesn’t anymore. I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry, it was an accident.”

“No worries at all.”

Peter hangs up before he can say anything else, and he lets his phone fall to his bed, curling up in his blankets as he cries.

* Ben used to want to be a police officer, Peter remembers. He got accepted into the academy, but he never ended up going. He didn’t have the money and he hated how much Mary and May worried about him, even if he hadn’t become a police officer yet. Instead, he went into construction.

He always talked about one day building May a house in the countryside. He liked building things, was super smart. Peter thinks that’s where he got his desire to build.

He wonders if things would be different if Ben were a police officer like David was. Ben would’ve been hundreds of times better than David.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Hey, kiddo,” Tony murmurs, walking in. He winces, probably noticing the tearstains or maybe the blood he’s drawn from biting his lip. “How’re you holding up?”

He sits at the end of Peter’s bed, gently rubbing his shins where his wounds have all healed from the broken glass. Peter turns his eyes to the ceiling.

“It wasn’t Scott,” Peter says.

“I know.” Tony’s voice doesn’t hold any anger, any hurt, any betrayal. He’s been the one saying Peter’s the most morally sound person he’s ever met, he should be angry that Peter’s killed a man.

“It was me.”

Tony nods. “I know.”

Ben would’ve been angry. He was always better. The best. Peter imagines himself holding the gun at Ben, not a bystander like he was that night. He thinks of murder and blood and glass shattering. Of Ben’s body dropping the same way David’s did.

“I’m- I’m a murderer, Tony.”

“Scott said that you saved his life,” Tony offers. He shifts back on the bed to rest his back against the wall, propping Peter’s feet up in his lap.

Peter swallows thickly. “He wouldn’t have been there in the first place if it weren’t for me. If I hadn’t webbed him up three months ago, he wouldn’t have ended up on the police’s radar at all.”

“You wanna tell me what happened in there?”

From his tone, Tony’s not expecting a story. But Peter wants Tony to yell at him, to hate him for what he’s done. Peter thinks Tony will understand if he hears the statistics, if he hears how Peter failed again and again, how dozens of people are dead because of him, and how David’s blood is on his hands.

In his strange state of mind, confused and focused on all the wrong things, Peter forgets to leave out the details like he normally does. How he always does. He leaves in the gory details by accident because he can’t think straight, and he’s pretty sure some of the details he tells are of Ben’s death and not David’s, but he isn’t sure.

“You didn’t have a choice, Peter,” Tony says, voice somehow still staying soft and low, thumb still rubbing his ankle, expression still full of care. “He didn’t give you a choice.”

“I held a gun and I shot somebody, Mister Stark. How is that not my fault?”

Tony sighs, long and tired like he isn’t sure how much he wants to fight this fight. “Listen, kid, I know you have a guilt complex the size of America, so I don’t know how I can ever convince you that this wasn’t your fault, but nobody’s mad at you regardless.”

“I’m a killer!” Peter exclaims angrily, sitting up in bed and glaring at Tony through his tears. “How the fuck can you argue that I did anything right today?”

“Because I know you, kid, and I know you didn’t have a choice. And let’s say you did, okay? Let’s say, you had a choice and you chose to kill him. You know what? I still love you. Nothing could make me not love you, kid. Nothing could make me hate you.”

Peter presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. “But I’m a killer.”

“I’ve had people die because of me,” Tony says. “Lots of people that I tried to save and couldn’t. Lots of people that died because I made mistakes on the job. And I know you don’t believe I would’ve, but I nearly killed that fucker last year that hurt you. If it weren’t for Rhodey that night, I would’ve killed him.”

“You were protecting me.” Peter doesn’t know how to wrap his head around any of it. “That makes it different. You’re not a killer, Mister Stark.”

Tony shrugs, sending him a sad smile. “You were protecting Scott and yourself. Plus, you weren’t given a choice, bud. You had that gun taped to your hand. That’s not a choice.”

“That doesn’t make it okay. I still- I still killed him. I still shot the gun. I still watched-” Peter cuts himself off, brain stuck in a loop of David dropping to the floor and Ben’s hands coming up to cover the wound as he sunk to the ground and glass shattering.

“Maybe not,” Tony shrugs again. “Even if we were in that hypothetical that you killed somebody in cold blood. And I’ll repeat, hypothetical. I think you’ve saved enough people to make up for it. What the NYPD and the legal system do with the criminals, what the criminals do if they get back on the streets, that doesn’t fall on your shoulders.”

Peter sniffles, too tired to keep arguing it. His guilt has settled enough to think a little bit straighter, but he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to make it go entirely away.

“Plus,” Tony continues, patting his kid’s ankle. “You should know, Scott spent this morning at his daughter’s dance recital. Her name’s Anne, I learned, and she’s very happy her favourite superhero saved her dad.”

Later, Anne and Scott will send letters with their thanks for allowing them to stay together. For choosing both Scott’s survival and for not sending him to prison.

For now, Peter pulls his feet away from Tony to instead curl up against his side, tucking his face against his father-figure’s shoulder, hiding away his tears.

“You know,” Tony says eventually, arms tight around Peter. “When we found you, you were so cold, so pale… There was so much blood.”

“Hm?” Peter responds, too tired to try for a real conversation.

Tony sniffs. “I thought you were dead for a second. We got there and there was only one heat signature and it was Scott, and the blood made me think you were dead too. I thought- I thought I had lost you.”

Peter hums in response, nuzzling closer to Tony.

“If David wasn’t already dead, I would’ve killed him.”

It’s a strange thing to bring comfort to Peter, but he trusts Tony, he believes Tony. And he lets Tony burden some of the guilt that’s stored in him. He lets go of some of it, believing that Tony will always catch him when he falls.

* Peter visits Ben’s grave that evening.

He figures it’s only fair. He’s got a lot of guilt to work through, but he knows Tony’s going to be there every step of the way, and May’s going to continue being there for him too.

He doesn’t say anything, scared that his words would never be enough to mean anything, to amount to what he thinks and feels. He doesn’t know how to articulate any of his thoughts into anything real.

Instead, he lays the blueprints down on the dirt. He dug through storage until he found them. For the house Ben was going to build May one day. It’s a silent promise, that if he can do anything for Ben, he can do this.

He’ll try to keep the streets safe, he’ll try to be a superhero, he’ll try to be the person Ben always wanted him to be.

But he will build the house for May. He will let Tony take care of him the way Ben would’ve wanted him to. He will learn to forgive himself how he knows Ben has.

{I’ll be starting a taglist officially the next fic I post, so if you wanna be added let me know}

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palettes-and-prompts · 4 years

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Prompts for Beach/Pool Day

Dialogue Prompts

1) "The sun's out and the water smells not good." "I know, isn't it great?" "No. Why can't we stay inside?" "You have to get sunlight or you'll probably die." "I'm not a plant!" 2) "Let's go swimming, the ocean's right there!" "Absolutely not! Do you know how many creatures are living in a drop of water from the ocean?" "No because I'm not a nerd." 3) "I can't swim." "You're a full grown person though. No one ever chucked you in the water and told you to swim or die?" "What? No! Did that happen to you?" "Yeah." "That's awful!" "Yeah, but you know what?" "What?" "I can swim." 4) "My ice cream's melting!" "Eat faster." "But then my head hurts!" "Then don't eat it that fast." "But then it melts." "Oh my god, I will drown you." 5) "I love seeing those big boats all the way out there, they look so small, they make me feel like I'm a woman from the forties waiting for my strong sailor lover's ship to dock so he and I can spend a magical night together that'll result in my pregnancy. And he and I aren't married but he finds out about the baby and promises to make an honest woman out of me, but then he gets called back to the ship and I spend the next few months coming to the beach, rubbing my stomach and wondering when he'll return. And of course I go into labor and I get upset thinking maybe he's never coming back and I'll have to do this on my own. But then he rushes into the room and holds my hand and the doctor delivers our baby and they're so beautiful, they've got his eyes. And he promises to make me the happiest woman in the world and I just whisper back 'You already have, Robert.'" "Who's Robert? All I asked you was 'Are those boats out there?' I didn't ask for your sailor fantasy story." "Well, you should have. Maybe you should ask for more stories from me sometime. Robert certainly would." 6) "Wanna go swimming?" "It's winter." "So? What are you scared of a little hypothermia? Come on, don't be a chicken." 7) "Dude...I think there's something in the water." 8) "What the fuck was that? I just felt something swim by my feet!" 9) "Those waves look pretty high, maybe we should go back." "No way, it'll be fun!" 10) "You gotta help, A's stuck in the riptide!" 11) "If you go out on that ship there's a good chance you'll die out there." 12) "There's the boat...why aren't they in it? Person A, why aren't they in it?!" 13) "Why don't we go diving and see what kind of fish live deep under the water?" "That's how you discover terrifying creatures and get eaten alive so why don't you go fuck yourself?" "Wanna build sandcastles then?" "Yeah, sure." 14) "Wanna buy a boat and make money as deep sea fishers?" "You want to anger the sea gods? Yeah, I don't think so." 15) "Where are we going again?" "This is the place where all those feet end up washing up on shore and they don't know why." "Can we do just do one normal thing? For once in our lives?" 16) "Dude, we just found a body on the beach, wanna go see it?" "Ew. What the fuck?!" "It's got a lot of bite marks on it and it's bloated from being in the water too long." "That's disgusting. Let me get my keys and you can show me where it's at." 17) "Why's the government out here?" "I hear they got video of a unidentified fish out here and they found out it's real so they're trying to find it." "What kind of fish? Like megalodon?" "I heard they think it's a mermaid." “Ah, so less cool then.” 18) "Holy shit! You have a fish tail!" "Holy shit! You have human legs!" "..." "Yeah, see how fucking stupid you sound pointing out the obvious like that?" 19) "I found this shell and it reminded me of you." "Is it because it's ugly and incomplete without its other half?" "What? No! It's cause it's shiny on the inside and I thought you'd like it." 20) "Look at this colorful giant pearl I found!" "That's a bouncy ball."

Regular Prompts

1) A and B are in a relationship and decide to go sailing. A is hesitant because they've never been in the ocean and don't know how to swim. Despite this they go sailing. When they hit bigger waves A falls in and they get dragged by the waves unable to get back in the boat. When the boat is dragged too far away A notices a tail popping out of the water. Thinking it's a shark they start kicking hard and wildly but when they see a person's face they freeze completely. The creature introduces themselves as C and gives them the ability to be like them in the water and takes them to their kingdom. A gets so swept away in this world they forget about B for a while until the others mention the surface and A remembers. But by this time C's really attached to them. They have to decide to either return to the human world for B or stay with C. 2) A goes to the beach and ends up almost drowning while attempting to surf, only to be saved by lifeguard B just in time. B remembers them and constantly asks A if they want them to teach them how to surf. A says no and wipes out multiple times before admitting they need help learning. B helps and is happy to be around A more. 3) A and B haven't admitted their feelings for each other yet so their friends set up a beach and games, forcing the two to work as partners to win. 4) A and B are on rival teams for volleyball and have been competing every summer against each other. They're tied this year and once they both make it to the finals it'll decide who the winner really is since they wont be coming back to play anymore due to them going off to college. They don't like each other but outside volleyball they spend a lot of time together. After all that time and the competition is over they decide winning isn't important and share a kiss, both sad to be parting ways. (Bonus if they end up as roommates because they both applied to the same college.) 5) A's always had a thing for B but B's never noticed A before until they all go to the beach with friends and A shows up in a bathing suit that looks very good on them. 6) A and B are determined to build a huge house out of sand at the beach even if it kills them. 7) A and B go to a nude beach except they start to notice no one else is naked and A's starting to feel like they may have taken a wrong turn at that last sign. 8) A and B go to the beach but find dead animals everywhere concluding something isn't right. When they find people washing up things become increasingly scarier. A brings some of the sand and some of the water to a their scientist friend who informs them that it's not the sand or water. When strange writing appears and they see a mysterious woman they research her only to find out she’s a sea witch who is angry and that they must figure out a way to appease her or she’ll have to move onto land. 9) A wakes up on a beach but doesn't know who or where they are. They're found by doctor, Person B and brought to the hospital and there are no missing persons reports and none of their DNA is in the system. They can't remember where they live or anything about their past. All A can remember is the ocean and so B takes them back by themselves and soon they're in the water and that's how they realize A's not human and in fact a water dragon. 10) Strange items wash up on the beach and A's collecting them while B thinks they're trash. When they realizes all the items fit together like a puzzle it unlocks a message from Atlantis telling them they need help from the human world and they're immediately transported their and given things to help them breathe underwater. They meet mermaids and eventually help them. When they do they're given the option to become mermaids like them if they want. (Bonus if they pick this but also decide to come up to the surface for food.)

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Believing, One shot

Thank you for the prompt daddys-littlewhitegirl hope you like it!

I was wondering if you could write a soulmate one shot Loki/Tom, you’re free to choose, that people are born with heterochromia in which one eye is your own color and the other is fully (or partially) your soulmate’s eye color.

Naomi knew he was close. She could feel it… Though she really didn’t want to feel it. She didn’t believe in it.

But ever since she moved to New York two weeks ago, she had this weird feeling inside of her. Her friend kept telling her it was because her soulmate was close by, but she didn’t believe in it. She was sure it was all just superstition.

Her eyes were blue, apart from her left eye which was half green. She was told that meant her soulmates eyes were green and he, or she, would have a half blue eye.

But the other problem was, so many people had green eyes with half blue. People said that when you got close to your soulmate, you would feel it. That when you met them, you would know they were the one straight away…

‘It’s all a load of bullshit!’ Naomi said to her friend on the phone.

‘Come on, Naomi, you know it’s not. Look at me, I found my soulmate and our eyes match.’

‘Yeah, ok. Look, I gotta go. Catch you later.’ Naomi rolled her eyes, she knew the best way was to just agree.

She sighed and finished eating her lunch. After paying her bill, she left the café and started making her way down the street. She hadn’t gotten far when there was a sudden loud explosion. People started screaming and running past her, she got knocked into constantly as people ran in fear.

‘Help… someone, what’s going on?’ She called out, in hopes that someone would help her.

But they were running in fear and weren’t listening or caring about anyone else. Someone knocked into her and sent her flying to the ground, her stick flew out of her hand. She tried to reach for it, to find it, her heart was racing because she couldn’t find it and she had no idea what was going on.

The explosions seemed to be getting closer, she heard some strange alien noises. She knew she was fucked, she was disorientated and it sounded like there were some big ass aliens coming towards her and she couldn’t do anything.

So she curled herself up into a ball and tried to protect her head, she could hear the buildings around her starting to crumble. She could only hope and pray that she would be ok…

A large metal-like alien was destroying buildings, on its way towards Naomi who was curled up on the pavement trying to shield herself.

But the alien was suddenly blasted by a green energy blast. Naomi heard what was going on, but she didn’t have a clue what it was or what was happening. She jumped when she heard heavy footsteps running towards her, she thought it was another civilian running for their life so she tried to curl herself up even more to keep out of their way, not wanting to be trampled.

‘Hey… Are you alright?’ She heard a smooth voice ask, the voice oddly made her tremble.

She raised her head in the direction of the voice and reached out. A strong hand took hold of hers and helped her up to her feet. For some reason, she felt safe all of a sudden, so safe.

‘Your… Your eyes.’ He said, cupping her cheek and making her gasp. His touch was making her skin feel alive.

She felt like time had slowed down, her heart was almost bursting out of its chest.

‘What… what colour are your eyes?’ Naomi asked quietly.

‘Green… with some blue in my left.’ He brushed her hair back from her face. ‘I never’ He was cut off when there was a loud roar from an alien nearby.

Naomi cried out in fear upon hearing it. But the mystery man wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tightly. ‘Hold on.’

She didn’t hesitate to put her arms around him, she just knew she was safe with this stranger. And now she was starting to really believe that her friend was being truthful about soulmates.

She felt a rush of wind around her, but had no idea what was going on. It felt like the ground was taken out from underneath her, but it only lasted momentarily and then the floor was there again. But she realised she was no longer outside, it was warmer.

‘Were you hurt? Out there?’ The man with the wonderful voice asked.

‘No… I… Thank you for helping me. But I, I’ve lost my walking stick.’ Naomi said, her voice a little shaky.

She heard a weird whooshing noise, then the man’s hand gently took hers and he handed a new stick to her.

‘There, hopefully that’s ok.’ He slid his hand up her arm and gave her a gentle squeeze. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Naomi… What’s yours?’

‘Lovely name, Naomi.’ He purred. ‘My name is Loki.’

‘Loki? Are you… As in… The one who tried to take over the city and now you’re an Avenger?’ She asked, in slight awe.

He chuckled. ‘That’s me… Please, take a seat. Over here.’ Loki gently took her elbow and guided her over to the sofa.

‘Where am I, exactly? And what on earth is going outside?’ Naomi asked as she sat down.

‘There is an alien attack, we are on the job. But for some reason, I felt a pull to where you were. And luckily so, because it seems as if we were meant to meet… I’ve taken you here to the tower, the Avengers tower. It’s safe here, the fight is across town.’

Naomi ran her hand down her face. ‘This is… unreal. I… I never belied in soulmates before. But I guess, I have been feeling… weird, since I moved here.’

‘I didn’t believe it in either, and now all those nights of butterflies in my stomach over the last few weeks makes sense.’ Loki grinned.

There was a small silence between them for a moment, neither of them knowing what to do or say really.

‘If you don’t mind me asking… How did you…’

‘Lose my sight?’ Naomi finished for him.

‘Yeah.’ Loki said sheepishly.

‘Honestly, I have no idea. I just woke up one morning and couldn’t see a thing. That was about five years ago now.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Loki said sadly.

‘Don’t be. It could’ve been a lot worse, at least I’m still healthy otherwise… So uhm, what do you look like? I mean, I heard descriptions of you a few years back when you were on the world news. But I dunno if they were being truthful or not.’

‘How did they describe me?’ Loki asked, curious.

‘As a raving lunatic, with crazy hair and a crooked nose… The image in my head definitely doesn’t match your voice, though.’ She blushed a little, making Loki smile as he laughed.

‘Well, they are very wrong. I’m drop dead gorgeous, for the record.’ He said cockily, making her laugh.

‘May I find out for myself?’ She asked shyly.

‘Of course.’ Loki agreed.

Naomi took a deep breath, she wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous all of a sudden. The whole situation was so damn bizarre.

She slowly reached out towards where she thought his face was, but she felt a whole lot of leather and metal instead, having touched his chest. She felt her way up to his neck and further. He was a hell of a lot taller than she had been expecting.

When she reached his face, she was careful as she first felt his chin, then up to his cheeks and his nose. She smiled. ‘Well, you don’t have a crooked nose.’

Loki chuckled. ‘I told you, I’m a handsome God.’

She touched all over his face then ended in his hair, surprised to find it quite long and slick. She was relieved that he didn’t have crazy hair.

‘What colour is your hair? And what are you wearing, it’s… different.’ She said as she went back to touching his chest, feeling the armour.

‘My hair is black. And I am wearing my Asgardian armour, for fighting in. It’s made of leather and metal, as I’m sure you can feel. Black, gold and green. It gives me plenty of protection, but is also easy to move around in.’

‘I’d say the media was definitely lying, then.’ She grinned.

‘Definitely.’ Loki chuckled.

He was about to speak when the rest of The Avengers came back, they walked in to find Loki with Naomi.

‘Woahhhh, what’s happening here? You just left us to deal with those aliens!’ Steve grumbled at him.

‘Saving a damsel in distress, by the looks of it?’ Tony smirked, folding his arms over his chest.

Loki clenched his jaw. ‘Everyone, this is Naomi… Naomi, this is, everyone.’ He went through all their names for her.

‘Hi.’ She said shyly and waved in their direction.

‘Uhm… Is there any chance I could have some water?’ Naomi asked, turning her head towards Loki.

‘Of course. I’ll take you to the kitchen, come with me.’ He stood and took her hand, helping her up. She took his arm and he walked with her.

‘Hey, hey, hey. Since when did Loki become such a gentleman?’ Natasha teased as they watched him being all soft with her.

Loki shot them a glare and carried on.

‘Leave him be. It seems he’s found his soulmate.’ Bruce said.

‘Ignore them.’ Loki muttered to Naomi.

‘They seem nice.’ She laughed.

Loki sat her down at the island in the kitchen and then poured her a drink of water. Then he joined her.

‘I know we’ve just met, Naomi… But uh, would you like to go for dinner tonight?’

‘I guess so… I mean, it would be wrong to go against nature, with us being soulmates and all.’ Naomi grinned, making Loki’s smile even larger.

The team had been eavesdropping by the door, Thor let out a big whoop. Making Loki groan in annoyance while Naomi laughed.

#believing #one shot #fan fiction #tom hiddleston #loki #prompts

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Power and Grace

Chapter Two! :)

“He warned you about me? That’s ironic.”

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The rest of her month was spent much of the same way as her first. She attended class, eagerly eating up Professor Byleth’s information on swordsmanship, strategy, and formation types. Most of her free time was spent doing homework with the girls or sparring with Felix. Occasionally, Dimitri would join the pair for a small bout of extra training.

The chalkboard stayed up against the wall for them, constantly keeping track of their wins and losses. Sometimes a spectator would update it for them, but usually her or Felix recorded the new numbers at the end of their training.

Byleth had filled them in on this month’s mission – finding out where the enemy was going to strike the church and defending it. Evy was nervous about the mission. She’d never actually fought another person before – a fact she was afraid to admit to any of her classmates. Most seemed relatively comfortable with the thought of killing another person at the end of this month during the Rite of Rebirth. But, she supposed, they had already had their first taste of killing others when quelling the rebellion Lord Lonato had risen up.

As nervous as she was, she tried not to let those feelings show. She was from Zelshire and the Zelshire army was strong and unafraid. It was a disgrace for her to feel such a way about battle. But try as she might, it was hard to ignore and get rid of her feelings. Instead, a valiant effort was made to suppress the emotions, especially when she was battling Felix. She often imaged him as someone else, a stranger that was really, truly coming for her life. Someone who wished for her blood on their sword, the blood of her new friends on their sword…

“Ey! Evyanna!” Felix rubbed his left arm, that Evyanna had smacked much too hard with her sword.

With wide eyes, she rushed up to him to ensure he was okay. “Felix! I’m so sorry! Are you bleeding? Is it broken?” She grabbed his toned arm, feeling it to check for blood. The blade was dull but could still be a danger.

Sure enough, blood seeped from his arm and stained his shirt bright red. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” She kept repeated the phrase as he rolled his sleeve up to see how bad the cut really was.

He grabbed a clean sword-cleaning rag and dabbed at the cut. It wasn’t deep, thankfully, and only a couple inches long.

“Do you need to see the medic?” She whispered, finally snapping out of her ‘I’m sorry’ loop.

“I’m fine. I have some bandages in my room. It’s not that bad. If I wasn’t bleeding so bad I’d say forget it.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again.

Her words caused Felix to draw his eyes from his wound and to her. “Apologize to me again and I’m cutting your lips off. I just said it wasn’t that bad.”

“I still hurt you.”

“Yeah? And you’ll do much worse to some poor fucker on the battlefield this week.” He meant it to be a comfort, she knew he meant it that way. Though the pit in her stomach only got bigger. Dinner was a mess.

Felix was unbothered, discussing the better blacksmiths on the monastery grounds. He’d noticed her sword was dulling and had struck up the conversation. Evy listened well enough to remember the information he’d told her, but her mind was too distracted to contribute much to the conversation. She’d smacked Felix with her sword, and he’d bled. And she was going to do worse?

Dinner was completely unappetizing. There was no way Felix didn’t notice, but for once he let her slide without a lecture.

It was no easier to focus in class the next day. She eyed Felix’s arm next to her cautiously, remembering how the blood seeped into the fabric of his shirt. It didn’t seem to bother him at all, moving it freely when he needed to. That didn’t bring her much comfort though.

“Training tonight?” He asked after class, gathering his notes.

Her chest tightened, “Uh, I can’t tonight. I gotta do that homework that’s due Wednesday.”

“You can’t do it after training?”

“I know how we are. We’ll train all night and I’ll have no time for homework. If I finish early enough I’ll come down.” She lied. She had no intention of training with him that night.

She skipped training with Felix the next day as well, not wanting her mental slip to cause him even worse injury before their big battle. Instead, she gave him an excuse of not feeling well and hid in her room again. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. She really wasn’t feeling well. If Felix thought something was off he didn’t speak it, which only brought her comfort and confidence in her acting skills.

On the inside, she was wreck. She caused harm to Felix and would cause even more harm to someone else in a few days. If she felt that bad about a small cut on Felix’s arm that was probably nearly healed, then how could she live with herself knowing someone was dead because of her? How could she face herself in the mirror knowing that she’d taken away a wife, a husband, a brother, a sister, mother, father, child…. Her stomach churned.

Her acting skills were not quite as up to par with Professor Byleth as they seemed to be with Felix. She caught the professor giving her odd looks and lingering stares numerous times during their lessons. If the professor did suspect anything then, like Felix, she didn’t say anything. Though her eyes told a much different story, almost pleading with Evyanna to come talk to her and confide in her. Or maybe that was Evy’s hopeful imagination.

Felix poked her with the end of his quill after class and gave her an expectant look. She knew what he was asking, it was the same thing he’d asked every afternoon since she came to Garreg Mach. Today, however, she was content playing stupid. She rose an eyebrow at him.

He sighed, “Are you training today? Or are you wimping out again?”

The harshness of his words caught her off guard and she stammered out the lie she’d practiced smoothly just seconds earlier, “Well…I c-“

“Look, if this is about your stupid mistake a few days ago, forget it.” He pushed up the sleeve of his shirt revealing a small pink mark on his toned arm, “It’s healed, see? Shit happens. Now let’s go.”

Most of the other students had left already, off to enjoy their afternoon. Felix stood up, shoving the rest of his things in his bag and started to the door, only pausing when he realized Evy wasn’t obediently following him. She heard him sigh behind her and walked back over. He pulled her chair out with her on it, causing a small squeak to escape her lips in surprise.

“Fel-“

“No, you’re not getting out of this today. You’re training with me. We don’t have any stupid homework due; you don’t have to study; your ass is going to the training grounds.”

She groaned, internally screaming to herself. Felix grabbed her bag and haphazardly threw her notes and quill inside, slinging the bag over his shoulder. “Come on.”

Her mouth opened to protest, but no air escaped. The boy rolled his eyes and lifted her up by her arm when she still didn’t move. “I said, come on. You’re being ridiculous! It’s a stupid cut and it’s healed already. I didn’t take you for some meek milk-drinker.”

“Felix.” Byleth, the only other one still in the room, got his attention. She motioned for him to lower his voice. Evy was grateful. She hadn’t heard Felix yell before, but the sound was not pleasant in the slightest.

“Tell her she’s being an idiot. She’s refusing to train because she cut me once and-“

“It’s because I’ve never done it before!” Evy cracked, along with her voice, placing her head in her hands.

Felix shut up behind her, the words swept from his lips. Footsteps came closer to her, presumably the professor coming to laugh at her too.

It was Felix who found his voice first questioning her statement, “Done what?”

“I’ve never hurt anyone before.” She whispered back, cringing as she said so. Now Felix, the toughest boy in the class, probably in the whole Monastery would know that she really was a wimp. Now her friends would question her strength, think her a weak link teammate…maybe Dimitri would ask her to transfer houses to one softer.

“You’ve never hurt anyone? You’ve never killed then?” Byleth asked softly, placing a gentle hand on her back.

Evy shook her head.

“Yeah and?” Felix demanded, crossing his arms. He looked like an upset parent, and Evy found it difficult to meet his gaze.

“I thought you guys would think I’m weak.” She whispered, staring at the floor once again.

“You’re a princess with three older brothers. Of course, you’ve never killed anyone.” Felix exasperated. “Now come on and stop being stupid, we have training to do.”

Her eyes met his for a brief moment before he gave her an impatient look. Though strange, the look gave her a small surge of confidence. They assumed she was new. They assumed she’d never killed and still seemed to enjoy her company. Hells, Felix was even still willing to train with her! Wait, speaking of…. “How did you know I have three older brothers? I don’t remember ever talking about them with you.”

Felix turned and started out the door, leaving her to trail slowly behind. “Uh, I-…the Boar is a loud talker.”

“The boar?” She didn’t remember having met someone with such an unusual name.

“Yeah, the Boar prince.”

Slowly she was starting to piece it together, “You call Dimitri a boar?”

“I call them like I see them. My advice: Stay away from him…before he sinks his tusks into you too.”

“Are you sure? Dimitri has always been nothing but princely and sweet to me. In fact, he’d warned me about you.”

“He warned you about me? That’s ironic. Why?”

Evy smirked at his back, “You’re a blunt, asshole.”

It was so brief, Evy swore she was hallucinating when she saw the smirk on Felix’s lips too, “Touché.”

The plan for the Rite of Rebirth was fairly simple: guard the Holy Mausoleum. While she and Felix trained, Byleth and Dimitri had been snuffing out clues to where the enemies would strike.

Evy was glad to have Byleth and Felix on their side. After seeing the Professor train, there was no doubt as to why she was picked for the job. Hopefully that made this mission easier.

With the festival started, the Blue Lions took up their positions…only to find that the battle had apparently already started.

They all sprinted into the already broken-into room, finding it littered with quite an army. Most notably, a black-armored…man? in the center. His piercing red eyes were nothing like Felix’s. Evy wasn’t sure they were even human. She shivered at the sight of him.

Felix nudged her shoulder, silently telling her to straighten up…well, probably. She doubted he had any comforting words for her. He never did any other time.

“Okay, they’re split down either side of the room, so we’ll break into two groups to take left and right. Dimitri, Dedue, Mercedes, Annette and I will take the right side, while Felix, Evy, Sylvain, Ashe, and Ingrid take left. Felix, you’re lead.” Felix nodded once at the Professor’s directions. “Avoid the Death Knight and do not engage unless he does first. Hear?”

Evyanna found herself nodding absently. She heard every word Professor said: Stay with Felix and Sylvain.

“Go.”

At the one word, the groups split charging towards their enemies. Ashe, the only archer, stayed behind to shoot from a distance, while everyone else got up close and personal.

“Take first hit on that archer, Evyanna.”

“What?” Her mind jerked at Felix’s words. She wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the fear that was clouding her brain.

“Take first hit. I need to make sure you’re going be okay with this.”

I need to make sure you’re going to be okay…he was worried she’d freeze in battle at her first kill. He was worried she’d slip up and be a liability to them. He was worried about her. That wouldn’t do.

She took a deep breath. If there was ever a time to prove herself, it was now. The archer drew their bow and readied the arrow. Somewhere behind her she heard Felix shout for Ashe to hold. He needed her to take first hit. She watched the arrow as she approached. They had to fire soon if they wanted any chance at warding her off.

Their fingers twitched. A sign. She jumped left, the arrow whizzing past her arm. Her sword arm readied, tightening her grip ever so slightly. It rose. She swung.

The archer’s face cringed in pain. A look Evyanna Cecile Leighton would never forget.

She dug her sword deeper into the flesh and the archer’s face paled, relaxing every muscle. Another look she’d never forget. She dipped a finger in the pool of blood below her – a Zelshire tradition – and smeared it on her cheek. The first kill.

Her eyes cast upwards to the mage ahead, readying the flames to shoot at her. She inhaled again. No time to think. She was ready.

“Ashe, go!” Felix called again. Another arrow whirled around her, but this time in the opposite direction. The mage clutched his abdomen, this time Felix going in for the final blow. Evy was right behind him, taking on the next dark mage. Sylvain and Ingrid made work of the other two dark mages on their side.

“Reinforcements!” Ashe shouted, drawing their attention. Sure enough, more mages were flying into the room from the entrance, trying to sandwich them in.

Felix cursed.

“Ingrid, let’s go!” Evy called to her friend, after shoving her blade to mortally wound the dark mage.

The pair fell back to help Ashe with new group of mages that had joined them. She quickly found the hardest part about fighting mages was their long-distance attacks. Magic was much harder to dodge than a simple arrow. Once they were able to meet face-to-face, Evy’s work became much easier. They had little defenses when she could get up close.

With their path cleared, they met up with their second Blue Lion group in the middle of the room to take on the final three enemies. Evy could feel the Death Knight’s eyes burning her skull, but she did her best to ignore it. Her team needed her.

The two before the head mage went down with relative ease with the full power of the Blue Lions against them. With the two thoroughly distracted, the Professor took it upon herself to deal with the mage breaking into the tomb.

A bright glow of orange caught Evy’s attention as the Professor used a new sword she’d somehow acquired to take down the leader.

“A Hero’s Relic.” Dimitri whispered, yanking his lance out of a mage. “But it’s missing the crest stone.”

“Relics can’t work without a crest stone.” Felix stated simply, also watching their professor with the glowing weapon.

Evy had heard of Hero’s Relics. Her father was in possession of one as well, that would be passed down to Quentin when he was King. Only two children possessed the Major Crest of Leighton: herself and her older brother Quen, but the relic was Quentin’s because he was the eldest.

Overall, only a few other Lions suffered minor injuries; a few small cuts here and there, a minor burn for poor Ashe. The Knights of Serios arrived once the battle was done. Some good that did them. Evy flexed her burning hand while the Professor and Dimitri went to speak to Lady Rhea about the battle.

“We need to get you two to Manuela.” Annette looked at Evy and Ashe who were both tending to their burns. Neither was very serious from the looks of them, more of a graze than anything, but still incredibly uncomfortable. Her skin felt as if she were holding it in flames.

“I’ll take he-them.” Felix volunteered. “Evy doesn’t know where the medic center is anyway.”

“I can take her.” Ashe spoke up, “I know where it is. And that way you don’t have to go out of your way.”

“Someone healthy should go with you. We don’t know how serious your injuries are. Next thing we know you could be lying face-down in a ditch.”

Ashe frowned at his metaphor, “But there are no dit-“

“Let’s go.” Felix pushed the injured pair forward, completely ignoring whatever Ashe was going to say. Thankfully Ashe was smart enough not to push the issue anymore once he saw that Felix’s mind was made up.

Behind them, watching them go, Ingrid gave Sylvain a confused look. Felix wasn’t one to openly volunteer to accompany the injured to Manuela. In fact, that was usually a task delegated to Mercedes since she enjoyed it. And Felix had never been one to take an interest in Ashe before. The two boys were so different in their ideals and future plans that they had almost nothing in common.

Sylvain was an expert in the field of Felix, however. He smirked at a suspicious Ingrid and suggested that everyone head upstairs, letting the Knights of Serios take care of the clean-up and disposal downstairs.

“You have blood on your face.” Felix stated, staring at Evy’s cheek. He took the sleeve of his shirt and moved to wipe it away, but she pulled back.

“No. It’s good luck.”

“To have blood on your face?”

She nodded, “It’s a Zelshire tradition. When you make your first kill of a battle, you wipe your enemy’s blood on your face. It’s a sign to your allies that you’re a worthy warrior and a sign to your enemies that you’re a fierce warrior.”

Ashe frowned at the tale, “That sounds…interesting.”

Evy shrugged. She could tell the boy was trying to be nice about it. Still, as odd as it was, it felt good to finally be able to participate in a part of her history.

“Are you dying?” Felix changed the subject, looking at her flaming red arm. Her armor/clothes was singed black from the earlier heat, a gaping hole where it had melted away and burned the skin. It looked angry and painful.

She, however, was determined not to look weak in front of the strongest boy in the class, “No, really I’m fine. It’ll be healed up in no time.”

He gave her a skeptical look but said nothing.

Silence was the main theme from Felix while Professor Manuela and a few other nurses tended to her and Ashe’s wounds. Evy tried not to cringe as Manuela peeled away the melted metal from her arm but she wasn’t always successful. Ashe looked away from it all, staring at the ceiling or the floor. On the few occasions he did watch Manuela, he was cringing for Evy. Felix, on the other hand, was dead silent, watching boredly as Manuela worked. She really wasn’t sure why Felix was still there. He’d fulfilled his duty of getting them to the medical center. There really wasn’t any more reason for him to stay.

Felix was also trying to figure out why he was staying or why he even volunteered in the first place. The words had tumbled out of his mouth before he even realized what the hell he was doing. There was…something…that made him want to tag along. A weird, tight sensation in his chest. Like he’d pulled a muscle…worry, he pinpointed. But why?

Evy was a nice sparring partner, but he also had the Professor to spar with if Evy wasn’t available. Though, truth be told, the Professor was often unavailable as well, her time being more and more precious. Maybe that’s why he was worried about Evy. Evy was now the only consistent training partner he had; the only other worthy training partner he had. That’s why he wanted to ensure her safety. If she was sick or hurt, she would no longer be able to spar with him and make him stronger. Yes, that had to be it.

“Alright, I think I got most of the metal out of the wound but come back tomorrow evening so I can redress the wound and be sure. No using the arm for 2-3 days until it’s healed better. I’ll send you back with some cream to help numb it while it heals.” Manuela instructed as she finished wrapping Evy’s arm. The dressings only exemplified the burning and pulsating she felt.

“Two to three days….” Felix whispered. That was a long time to go without training.

Evy glanced up at him with a sad half-smile. His chest clenched. “I’m sorry, Felix.”

“You’ll have to make it up to me by training twice as much when you’re healed.” He said simply. No room for negotiation.

“Deal.”

Except, it apparently was not a deal.

“Manuela cleared me for training today! Did you want to spar tonight?” She asked him after class a few days later, as she shoved her notes into her bag.

Felix hesitated, the first sign something was amiss. “I can’t tonight. I have…another commitment.”

Evy wasn’t sure what kind of commitments Felix had. He didn’t seem to really talk to anyone consistently, but she respected his privacy. “Oh, okay. Tomorrow then.”

“Maybe.”

That was not the answer she expected, but he strolled off before she could question it.

The next day was much the same.

“Are you free to train tonight?”

“Can’t tonight. Put off that paper for the Professor too long.”

“Ok.”

And the next.

“How about today?”

“Can’t today.”

“Ok.”

And the next.

“Are you free tonight for training?”

“No.”

And the next.

“No training?”

“Nope.”

Evy huffed, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face. She wasn’t sure what Felix’s problem was. Knowing him, she’d thought he’d combust with a week of no training. That’s what Felix lived for.

“No, again?” Sylvain asked, making Evy jump. “Sorry.”

She shook her head, trying to calm her speeding heart. “It’s fine. Sorry. But yeah, no training. Not even an excuse this time. Just a no.”

“Wanna train with me? I’m no Felix, but I’m a body to swing at.” He winked at her with that damn cocky smirk he wore all the time.

“You know what? Why not? Gives me an excuse to knock you on your ass.” She winked back, grabbing her bag.

They walked into the training hall and Evy froze dead in her tracks. There in the hall, was a very familiar raven-haired boy sparing with Ingrid. He hesitated a second when he saw her, allowing Ingrid to get a good crack at him with her training lance before realizing he’d stopped. She turned to face Evy and Sylvain and looked between the pair who were clearly shocked to see one another. Ingrid tried to silently ask Sylvain for help, but Sylvain was only focused on Evy’s hurt face.

“Ouch.” Sylvain stated loudly, breaking his gaze from Evy to look at Felix.

Ouch wasn’t even half of it. Evy shook her head at Felix in disbelief. He’d lied to her. And for what?

Felix broke eye contact and rose his sword towards Ingrid, “Let’s keep going.”

And he didn’t even care. That asshole.

Evy turned on her heel and stormed out of the room before she did something she regretted. Felix watched her go, despite his words. His chest ached watching her storm out of the room. It was for the best though. He was a good battle partner, not a good life partner. Even she should’ve known that by now. It wasn’t his fault she was jealous about his new training partner.

“That was a real dick-move, Felix. And this is coming from a dude who intentionally breaks women’s hearts.”

“What was a dick move?” Ingrid asked, barely dodging a swipe from Felix. She wasn’t nearly as good as Evy, but it worked. It was obvious that Evy was upset at seeing her and Felix training, but why? Felix was allowed to have more than one training partner.

Before Felix could respond, Sylvain filled her in, “Evy’s been asking him to train all week and he’s been telling her he’s busy.”

“Because I’m training with you.” Felix added to save himself.

“But you ask me to train. Not the other way around. Why not train with Evy if she wants to train with you?”

“I want practice against someone who doesn’t use a sword.” Felix explained smoothly. He’d rehearsed this well and was glad it was going to plan.

Ingrid wasn’t exactly having it though. Ever the knight. “And you can’t just tell her that instead of lying to her and hurting her feelings?”

“It’s a lose-lose.” Felix muttered, still sticking to the script he’d rehearsed day after day in his head. “Either I tell her, and she’s upset, or I don’t, and she’s upset.”

“I don’t think so man.” Sylvain interjected again, “I think if you told her she would’ve respected that. She’s not unreasonable.”

Felix shrugged, knocking the lance from Ingrid’s hands, “Too late now.”

Ingrid stared at him in disbelief, and not because she’d lost, “You’re a real piece of work, Felix.”

“What? It is. I can’t go back and tell her now.”

Ingrid grabbed her lance and gestured for him to raise his sword, “Still. You hurt a friend and you don’t even care.” Ingrid shook her head, “Let’s go again. I’m knocking you on your ass for Evy.”

Said girl was currently storming back to her dorm room, hotter than hot. If Felix would’ve rather trained with Ingrid, why the hells couldn’t he just say that? Why couldn’t he man up and tell her that he wanted a different partner for a while or that he was tired of getting his ass kicked by her and his small-man ego needed a fucking break? But NOOOOO that’d be too easy! Big, bad Felix ‘fucking fight me’ Fraldarius couldn’t possibly use his words!! OH NO!

She slammed the door to her room, unintentionally, and tore off her day clothes to change into night ones. It was too early for bed, but she didn’t care. She was done with today. She could not think Princess-ly thoughts and therefore had to go to bed to cool off her mind. Or at least had to avoid people at all cost.

The next morning, she was much more collected. Mostly because she’d stayed up all night fuming and was exhausted.

On the bright side, she’d come to an important conclusion: if Felix didn’t want to train with her, he was not obligated to. There were plenty of other friends she could hang out with and train with. Plenty of other worthy candidates. Dimitri, for example, or Sylvain. If she could get the latter to stop flirting and start training that was….

Anyway, she didn’t need Felix. He clearly didn’t care about her or her feelings, so she wasn’t going to waste her time on his. And that was that.

She found Dimitri, Sylvain, and a few others at breakfast, including asshat Felix. Avoidance would be no use, so she sat down right in the middle of the group with a graceful smile. Much more graceful of one than she felt…hopefully anyway.

“Good morning Evy.” Dimitri greeted her. She nodded to him with a smile.

“So, Princess, where was my invite to your sparring matches?” Claude winked.

“Sorry, Claude. What kind of opponent would I be if I ran off to invite you after being challenged? Gotta keep up my reputation, you know?” She smirked back at him playfully. It was a shame she didn’t get to talk to Claude more. His personality was enjoyable to be around. Maybe he’d be a good spar partner.

“Back off, Claude. Princess is all mine.” Sylvain shot her a charming wink of his own, “By the way, you owe me a training session after you bailed on me yesterday.”

She felt her cheeks turn a light pink at his accusation. This wasn’t exactly how she wanted Claude’s impression of her to be, “You’re right. I apologize for my hasty behavior yesterday. Would you like to train tonight instead to make up for it? I’ll even let you win once.”

Her eyes found Felix’s further down the table, but her smile remained smooth and even. She didn’t care. She was over it. He’d found a better training partner for his limp ego.

“I would be honored.” Sylvain grinned. She wasn’t sure what antics he seemed to be up to but was glad she could release some pent-up frustration by swinging a sword.

“Woah, woah. If this guy gets to train with you then so do I.” Claude waved Sylvain off, “Sylvain doesn’t take training nearly as serious as me anyway. Can’t have Princess Leighton’s abilities suffering because of her partner.”

Sylvain took great (mock) offense to Claude’s words and playfully bickered with the house lead.

In class, Evy took Professor Byleth’s critics more seriously than she had the month before. With so much new information and experiences being thrown at her, it had been hard to focus. Now that she had time to adjust to life at the Monastery, and had the taste of real battle, she was ready to really hone-in. After all, her life very well depended on it.

“Adjust your stance, spread your legs apart just a touch more so they’re shoulder width. You’ll have better grounding that way and will be less likely to be knocked back prone if you take a hit.”

Evy tried to apply the correction while dodging an attack, something was much more difficult done than said. Especially when trying to focus on multiple things at once. The Professor knocked Evy’s blade with the hilt of her sword, causing Evy to stumble back a few steps before she regained her footing. “See? Better grounding helps prevent that. If this was a real battle I could’ve had my sword through your chest before you caught yourself.”

“Yes, Professor.” She agreed breathlessly. Training against the Professor was always a fantastic experience. Tiring, but she learned so much.

“Take a short break and get a drink. Dedue, let’s go over your axe work.”

Evy sheathed her sword and ran a hand through her damp hair. She felt disgusting being all sweaty. After grabbing some water from the jug they had in the training room, Evy patiently watched her classmates take their turn with Byleth. She’d found that even listening to the Professor’s critics of others could be a great learning opportunity.

On the adjacent wall, she found Felix’s eyes on her skull again. Never one to back down from a petty display of dominance, especially in front of this particular boy, she stared right back at him until he looked away. If he felt remorseful about what he did, he certainly didn’t show it. That was fine. He didn’t have to. She was over it.

Training with Sylvain was definitely not as intense or productive as training with Felix, but it was a great time. They even convinced Dimitri to join in for a three-way training battle. Then training got more product and more fun. Sylvain was more for joking than training, but Evy didn’t mind. She could train and he could joke at the same time.

“Shit!” Sylvain cursed when Evy knocked the lance from his grip. She smirked and turned her attention to Dimitri, going in for a hit when she was…attacked?

She squealed in surprise as Sylvain’s fingers ticked her sides from behind. “Quick, Your Highness! Go for the kill!”

“Syl-Sylvain!” Evy screeched through her bubbling laughter, dropping her sword and desperate clutching her sides to limit the surface area Sylvain could touch.

Dimitri looked downright confused, clearly unsure of what was appropriate at this time. Surely joining in would be a personal space violation…right?

Sylvain cared little about personal space violations. Evy soon fell to the floor, him on top of her, relentlessly tickling her sides and the spot where her neck met her shoulders.

“St-stop! P-p-please!” She begged, barely making the words out.

On the other half of the training hall, Felix caught his eyes wandering to the stupid trio. Ingrid noticed as well and momentarily ceased her attacks to question him when he perked up and bested her.

She sighed, picking up her lance, “You know, if you feel bad you should talk to her.”

“I don’t.”

“Really? You’ve been glancing at them since they got here.”

“Why don’t you focus more on your training and less on me. Maybe you’d actually win for once.” He snapped. Ingrid always thought Felix’s eye color made his angered looks even more terrifying as a kid, but now she found him less intimidating and more downright frustrating.

“If you’re going to stand there and insult me you can train alone.” She snapped back quickly. She was plenty used to Felix’s harsh words and had worked hard to turn his boil to a simmer, just like she tried to turn Sylvain’s hot to cool, and Dimitri’s darkness to light. More often than not, she looked at her boys and found her attempts fruitless.

Just like now. Felix was quickly boiling over, and what she thought was her taking the pot off the flame was really her adding grease to the fire. Her frustration at his lack of communication was getting the best of her. Clearly.

Felix apparently cared little whether or not he was frustrating her, just like he apparently cared little that he’d hurt Evy’s feelings. “If you’re too weak to handle criticism then perhaps you need another opponent.”

She opened her mouth to respond, to spout off on how she wasn’t weak and how he was really just an asshole, but instead she closed it and walked away. Nothing good would come from fighting his fire with more fire. Felix didn’t simmer that way.

“I’ll stop if you agree to go on a date with me.” Sylvain continued his bargain with Evy while Felix and Ingrid separated.

“Sylvain!” Dimitri finally intervened, “must you coerce her like that for a date? She is a Princess after all.”

“Exactly,” He stopped his attack on her sides to look at Dimitri, “I can’t use normal tactics on Evy, she’s immune. Gotta get creative.”

Evy hoisted her legs up and wrapped them around Sylvain’s neck, squeezing her ankles tightly together.

Dimitri chuckled in surprise while Sylvain coughed and grabbed at her legs.

“Tap out.” She instructed him to which he immediately responded by hitting the ground.

He rolled off of her and onto his back, coughing and rubbing his neck. Dimitri helped her up with a laugh, “That was impressive!”

“Gotta get creative.” She winked at Sylvain.

Felix’s boiling turned to a downright fissure.

“Hey, as long as I get that date I’m happy.”

Evy sighed. What the hell right? “Fine.”

“Oh com- wait, really?”

Evy broke out into another series of giggles at his surprise. Behind her, even Dimitri rose his eyebrows at her agreement. The girl shrugged, “Why not? I have nothing to lose but some self-respect right?”

“I can’t tell if that’s an insult to me or not.” His brow furrowed for a minute, but he quickly moved on and perked up, “Anyway, tomorrow night. You and me. You already agreed, so no backing out.”

“Can I tell you I’m busy but then go on a date with Dimitri instead?” Evy asked, clearly taking a jab at the swordsman across the training hall.

Sylvain busted out laughing, but Dimitri, who didn’t know the situation, was completely lost. Evy was agreeing to go on a date with Sylvain but then wanted to go on a date with…him? He didn’t think Evy had feelings for him that way. Besides, why would she agree to go on a date with Sylvain when she wanted to go on a date with him? He was so lost.

“No way, Evy. You agree to the date with Sylvain, you go on the date with Sylvain.”

Felix stopped mid swing. What did he just hear? Evy agreed to go on a date with Sylvain? She was going out with him?!

“Alright, alright. What time is this date of ours starting?”

“I’ll swing by and getcha at five.”

“I shall be ready.”

“Oh, you better be.”

Felix stomach twisted. The crest of Fraldarius activated and the training dummy was sliced clear in half.

Evy rose her eyes when she caught the tail end of Felix being so destructive. Guess he really had been training hard. Sylvain just smirked and stalked out of the room. Felix hot on his heels.

“Would you like to go again?” Evy asked Dimitri. Might as well get some real training in now that their distraction was gone. Dimitri happily accepted.

Felix was utilizing a different way of getting his anger out than his normal method: shouting.

“What the fuck was that?” He shoved Sylvain around and got in his face. Sylvain and Felix had talked about Felix’s feelings for Evyanna, on multiple occasions. And now he had the nerve to go after her for himself?

Sylvain, naturally, played stupid. He gave Felix a mock look of confusion, tilting his head to the side for good measure, “I’m not sure what you mean, Felix?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

Sylvain ‘thought’ for a moment and then shook his head, “Nope. Pretty sure I don’t know.”

Felix rubbed the bridge of his nose. His patience with the redhead was quickly waning. “Your evening plans for tomorrow?”

“What about them?”

The shorter man threw his hands up, “You’re going out with Evy you asshole!”

Sylvain shrugged, “You’re not dating her are you?”

Felix stopped short before more anger could spew from his mouth, “W-well…no.” He knew exactly where Sylvain was going with this conversation.

“Okay. And you said you weren’t going to act on your feelings, right?”

“…yeah.”

“So, there’s no reason I can’t go out with her. If you’re not going to enjoy Evy then I might as well.”

Felix huffed. He supposed he’d rather see her with Sylvain than with someone awful like the boar. The worst thing Sylvain was going to do was get bored of her. And even Evy was smart enough to know that, so she wouldn’t think much of it. “Fine. But if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“Whatever Felix.”

Evy, for her part, was also a bit surprised she was going out with Sylvain on a date. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to say yes. Maybe the fact that she was having a hard time finding a training partner lately. Not that she’d admit that to Felix.

Really, not having a training partner was an awful excuse for skipping off to go on a date. Was she going to skip training every time she couldn’t train with Dimitri? If that was going to be the case she’d hardly ever get training in. She loved Dima but being Prince and House Leader meant that he a bunch of responsibilities that kept him away quite often. She couldn’t imagine having to be him and dealing with those kinds of things. Her mind went to Quen – training to be King. She’d hardly ever saw Quen when he’d come back from Garreg Mach and started his future Kingly duties. He was always in meetings or doing paperwork or, or, or…. She felt bad for his future wife and children. It would be hard to catch him.

Even though she knew Quen’s job was immensely important, she didn’t envy him. She was glad to have been born a spare. It gave her a lovely bit of freedom. Like the freedom to go out with Sylvain. Why she chose Sylvain of all people…to be seen.

Her girlfriends were certainly surprised when she told them she was going to go on a date with the skirt-chaser. None of them downcast the idea, Sylvain was their friend too, but they certainly had questions as to why. He and Evy weren’t that similar. Sylvain was constantly slacking on training, never taking his work very serious; constantly making light and jokes of situations even when they were really quite serious.

Evy was dutiful trainer and worker (much more like Felix than Sylvain) and had common noble sense to take her duties and the issues surrounding respective territories and regions seriously. As a noble, it was her who needed to make the changes necessary to provide a better life for her people. She was mature and full of reason.

Still, they did not discourage her. Instead, they asked what they were going to do, what she was going to wear, etc. Annette and Mercedes offered to help her with her hair and makeup for the occasion. Ingrid was not interested in such things and kept her distance from the gushing over such matters.

Being that Evy had no idea what the plan was, it was difficult to determine what she should wear or what hairstyle to wear. The Verdant Moon meant that it was still warm during the day, but temperatures started turning chillier at night. Because of this, she opted for a lighter dress with long sleeves. Her arms were more susceptible to the chill than her legs she’d found.

Mercedes and Annette worked to plait her hair. They started with just small sections and then worked the small braids into the larger French braid along with the rest of her hair. It was simple, but still elegant enough for a nice event if that’s what Sylvain had in mind.

Right on time, he knocked on her door at 5. He looked…lovely. He too had opted for casual elegance, which made Evy feel much better about her own choice of dress.

“Wow…you look great.” Sylvain complemented her, taking her right hand to kiss her knuckles as royal greeting protocol dictated. Had she been with her father, the King, he should’ve dropped to a knee to greet her, but on her own, a bow and a kiss to the hand was perfectly acceptable.

She felt a small blush coat her cheeks, “Thank you. You clean up rather nicely.”

“Hey, when you take a Princess on a date you gotta look nice.” Sylvain brushed her off, “Are you comfortable walking to town? I got a few things planned down there if you’re up for it.”

“Of course! What did you have in mind?”

He offered her his arm, which she took, as they walked down the dormitory hallway. “Well, I figured we could- hey Felix, what are you doing up here?”

Felix blinked a few times as if he were trying to register what Sylvain was saying to him, “I, uh, needed to finish my homework up that’s due tomorrow.” The swordsman rubbed the back of neck and pushed past Sylvain.

“Good talk.” Sylvain joked with a chuckle, “Anyway, as I was saying, I thought I’d take you out to dinner and then I know this nice little path….”

Felix knew Sylvain was still talking to Evy about their ‘date plans’ but Felix couldn’t listen anymore. He slammed the door to his room and locked it. More for anyone else’s safety than his own. Goddess help the poor person who attempted to disturb him right now. An emotionally conflicted Felix was a dangerous Felix.

He was quickly realizing that he wanted his cake and to eat it too. Not actually, because cake, among other sweets, was not appetizing, but figuratively. He didn’t want to be in a relationship with Evy. He didn’t want the commitment or emotional baggage that came with relationships. He didn’t want to have feelings for her.

At the same time…he didn’t want anyone else to have feelings for her either. He didn’t want the other fools at the Monastery to take her out. None of them were good enough for her, not even Sylvain. Sylvain was reckless, a slacker, and had probably fucked every woman in the place. Why would Evy want to date someone like that? He was practically…Felix’s opposite.

Dear Goddess...She was going on a date with Felix’s opposite.

#felix hugo fraldarius #felix x oc #felix fraldarius #powerandgrace #chapter two

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Bleak in the Light of Hope

@twinstarsweek summer storm/injury

“Fucking remind me why the fuck were out here in a goddamn typhoon?!”

“Kacchan, it’s part of our job to help people no matter what.”

“Shut the fuck up Deku, I didn’t ask your opinion. If people are stupid enough not to prepare it ain’t my problem.”

The blonde wasn’t wrong in a way. Unlike a tsunami, typhoon’s came with an advanced warning thanks to weather tracking. But while scientists had predicted when it would reach Japan, they hadn’t expected it to turn and hit Tokyo directly or strengthen into a category 4 typhoon by the time it did. Most of the modern buildings would weather the storm fine, but Japan was full of older buildings scattered throughout the city that couldn’t.

Toss into the mix flooding from the sheer volume of rain, broken gas lines triggering outbreaks of fires, and storm surges battering the coasts, the pro heroes had their hands full. So, the students were brought in to assist, told first to check on their families, then jump in and help wherever they were needed.

“Can we just focus Kacchan! I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do!” After helping secure their parents residences in Musutafu, the pair were unwillingly stuck in the same area of Shizuoka prefecture together.

Cries for help were coming in from all around them. Be it elderly individuals who weren’t able to secure windows, to restaurants who’s gas lines broke and needed to be shut down. Older style homes with heavy tile roofing became projectiles in the 140 mph winds. It was like a war zone with nature on one side and humans on the other.

The pair had taken shelter in an older warehouse type building. It was clear of people, so they took the opportunity to reassess what to do next. Outside, the winds sounded like a freight train ripping along the tracks. The sealed-up building shook and trembled as the pressure inside mounted. This was bad, like really bad. Izuku was growing worried that something would have to give.

“Do you feel that?” His eyes constantly flicking back and forth around the space. “We should get moving,” Izuku prompts his friend. The pressure change inside the building was palpable.

“This place seems strong enough to hold out, so why the fuck we gotta go back out there?! Do you not realize how strong that wind is?!”

“Kacchan, it’s…”

Loud explosions and massive popping sounds ricochet in a domino effect all around them. They have no time to react when the pressure built up inside the building finally implodes. The men dive for cover as the walls and roof collapse in on them. It was all they could do.

By the time Katsuki wakes up and realizes the situation they’d landed in, the pair were pinned down with minimal room to move. It was pitch black and dust filled his lungs from all the debris floating in the air. He starts to cough when he hears a moaning sound close by. “Deku?!”

“Ka—cchan…”

Oh, shit that didn’t sound good! He takes out his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight option. ‘Hell, yeah it still works!’ They were trapped under a large slab of concrete, possibly a fallen floor from above them. It was kept propped by even more broken concrete and twisted metal beams. As far as Katsuki could assess, he could sit up but not stand, and to move he would have to crawl.

He gets on his hands and knees. “Deku talk to me!”

“H-Hurts… Kacchan…”

The blonde follows the sound of his friends voice a few feet until the outline of the man’s red shoes comes into view. Katsuki crawls faster. “Can you move?!”

“No.”

Fuck. When he reaches Izuku his heart drops as his eyes fall on the piece of rebar sticking out of the man’s arm and a small pool of blood underneath it. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” He needed to get the bar out and stop the bleeding. Katsuki sits beside the man, scanning and calculating just how in the hell was he supposed to do just that.

“Kacchan, just leave me, get out if you can before anything else decides to go.”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku! I ain’t fucking leaving you here dumbass!”

Precious seconds were passing by as the blonde assessed the situation. He had an idea but wasn’t sure if he could actually pull it off. If he could control the explosion in a precise manner and split the rebar into two pieces, he could pull out the part that pinning Izuku’s arm.

“This is gonna hurt so, I don’t know, fucking bite down hard and look away.”

Katsuki holds the rebar between his palms, both applying pressure in a downward trajectory to keep it from moving as well as to create a vacuum space in his hands. He focuses deeper than he’s ever done before, knowing that any miscalculation could result in causing another collapse or blowing his friends arm off. “I’m gonna start counting down from three.” He talks out loud so Izuku knows what’s going on.

Taking a slow, deep breath Katsuki begins.

And on the count of one releases a powerful, pinpoint explosion against the half inch diameter piece of rebar. The loud bang echoes painfully in their confines and rattles the surrounding structure. Katsuki stiffens for a moment, bracing himself for the worst-case scenario, but luckily the vibrations only kicked up dust and the fallen structure holds.

He slowly releases his hands from the superheated metal. It was snapped! The top portion remained stuck in the concrete above them, but now he could remove the piece still in Izuku. “I’m gonna pull it out, are you ready?”

“No, just hurry up.”

This time, Katsuki uses his knees to hold down Izuku’s arm, one on each side around the bar. He then takes hold of the rebar with both hands. “Brace!” He cries out as he yanks as quickly as he can.

Izuku’s high-pitched scream blasts the space, but Katsuki wasn’t finished. He immediately turns the bar over and takes the end that he’d just broken off that was still hot and sticks it into the man’s wounds to cauterize it. The blonde flinches as his friend’s body reacts, trying to flail from the pain. He holds steady with his legs, counting the seconds. One second, two second, check the wound. Two more seconds, finally the bleeding looked like it had stopped.

Katsuki drops the broken rebar to the side, gets off his friends arm, and slumps back, releasing the air he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. After a few seconds of silence, “You still alive, Deku?”

“Barely. Thank you Kacchan f-for doing that.”

The man’s voice was weak and Katsuki didn’t like that at all. He grabs Izuku’s hand and squeezes, “well, don’t you dare die on me nerd. I ain’t about to be pulling a dead body out of here.”

“I’ll do my best,” Izuku croaks back.

Their situation was still dire, and the blonde knew it. His friend had lost a lot of blood and that alone could send the man into shock. He need to get them out of there, but he couldn’t see a way out. The rubble was packed so densely, it wasn’t allowing even the tiniest sliver of light through. Everyone was probably still in the midst of the typhoon efforts and here they were, now the victims needing saving. Katsuki texts Eijiro and Uraraka hoping they would answer, giving their approximate location. Both classmates answers immediately that they were on their way, but it would take them about at least an hour since they were in different prefectures.

With nothing more he can do about their situation the blonde lays down next to his friend. He was mentally and physically exhausted, ready to take a nice hot shower and crash. It was also awkward being there in the dark, silent space with the sound of the hurricane winds and rains still battering outside with occasional creaks and groans from what was left of this building. Guess the void they were stuck in did have one plus point. It kept the weather away.

They pass the time in silence which unless he were to check his phone, Katsuki couldn’t tell how long it really was. To him it felt like forever, waiting, the sounds around them made eerier in the darkness. It gave too much time for his mind to wander into territories he’d long avoided. Or maybe it was the fact, he could have lost his childhood friend that tormented him. Such a notion churned his stomach more than he wanted to admit, but what if instead of the rebar… no, he didn’t want to think about it.

Katsuki reaches out and takes hold of Izuku’s hand.

“Kacchan?”

“Shhh! Don’t speak!” To talk about it would have to make it real despite the fact it was actually happening; the why of holding Izuku’s hand. It felt so weird and wonderful at the same time to hold his friend’s hand. Intimacy without acknowledging it. “J-Just squeeze my hand once in a while so I know you’re still awake.”

Almost understanding his turmoil, Izuku could feel a slight tremble coming off of his friend, and the choked tone of his words. His heart knew the hothead cared even if he rarely showed it and if the situation were reversed, he would be struggling to keep it together. He squeezes his hand back and leaves the topic alone, content to simply have his friend by his side. “Okay, Kacchan…”

#bakudeku #twin stars week 2020 #summer storm/injury #katsudeku #bkdk #Bakugou katsuki #Midoriya izuku #bnha #Katsuki bakugou #Izuku midoriya #bakudeku fan fiction #bakudeku fan fic

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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Five Nights at Jericho’s

And here the second Halloween short! This has been prompted by the amazing @sparklingrainbowdragon! I only know the game from one Let’s Play, I hope it’s enough XD Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | AU: Five nights at Freddy’s

A lot had been going wrong during the revolution. Hell, a far lot more had been going wrong before the revolution, too. But it was only after it that the true extend of just how much had been going wrong had been unveiled. After androids had been granted their rights, the first instinct for them was to seek refuge in numbers and safe who they knew was in danger. How many androids of New Jericho had become vocal about abusers, about literal prisons for their kind and the extend of brutality they faced had even managed to touch Gavin. Far too long he had seen how that kind of treatment ended. He had seen the crime-scenes, he had found the dead bodies and he had interviewed the survivors. They had been human, yes, but now that the DPD helped New Jericho in finding lost friends and saving who could still be saved, he was told the same things over and over again:

‘They… They helped me out of there. I- I wanted- I couldn’t- I left them behind to get help.’ ‘I don’t know if he was still functioning. But I was dumped somewhere and there were a lot of partially assembled androids. Please, if they can be repaired, we need to help them!’ ‘She… We fled together. I love her. But we had to split up and couldn’t find each other again. I last saw her by the docks. But… Please, you have to find her!’ ‘My android. I tried to hide him. But my neighbours found out and took him away from me. I don’t know where they brought him.’

It changed something in Gavin. Androids weren’t in any way different to humans. They faced the same problems; they had the same fears. And that realisation made him seriously regret how he had acted in the past. A part of him still told him he wasn’t like these faceless persons he heard of. He had never abused someone. Had never hurt someone. His attitude wasn’t the best, but he had never done anything like it. But he had thought about it. And to the very least he had pointed his gun at Connor. No, he hadn’t abused someone, but he hadn’t exactly made their life any easier.

He needed something to ease his mind, something to repay what he owed them. That was why he ended up volunteering at New Jericho. He was human, so there wasn’t much he could do when most of their residents were afraid of his kind. But eventually he was given the task of watching a warehouse. The androids inside were all deactivated and waited for repairs. Until they would be able to though someone needed to watch the warehouse. Android parts were traded at high prizes and a warehouse full of apparently dead androids was a gold mine. A few night shifts on his free days wouldn’t hurt, he thought. Not like he would have much going on anyways.

Gavin sat on his chair feet crossed on the table. His coffee cup was steaming next to him, the aroma filling the small room. He was constantly switching in between texting with Tina and watching the feed of the surveillance cams in front of him. He had made it a habit of his to patrol around the warehouse every other hour not to fall asleep and had just come back from one. Not a person in sight and no disturbance at all. He glanced at the android bodies again. They were leaned against the walls, neatly standing there and waiting for the day they would be woken up again. The longer Gavin stared at the screens, the creepier the whole situation became. At least they had their eyes closed. It made it easier pretending they were just mannequins instead of living beings just… waiting for their time to come.

Gavin sighed and reached for his coffee.

>Alright Gavin gotta go! >Hope you have a cosy n8 with the zombots!

Gavin chuckled and send her a few barfing smileys followed by a “Good night”. Now to the boring part of sitting alone in some office for the rest of the night.

When he looked back up again from a game on his phone, he had to do a double take. Then his heart skipped a beat. Were this… Were this android’s eyes open? ‘Oh hell no…’ Gavin had seen enough horror movies not to dare look away from the screen. But at some point, he did have to blink. And there: The previously open eyes were shut again. ‘Phck.’ Gavin quickly pulled up Tina’s texts again, frantically typing in the hopes she had just told him she would be off to bed to scroll through shit posts in peace before sleep. The sentence wasn’t completely typed in as Gavin glanced up and would have nearly fallen off his chair.

The android had moved.

Broken arm at his side, the android had turned and looked into the camera out of one icy blue working eye. Oh no, oh no, oh no…

>Tian, if im ded tomoewrr call the polife! >address is

He looked up again and saw the android that had stared him down had vanished from the feed. Shit. Gavin put the phone away and flipped through the different cams. Not a trace of the android. But when he had circled back again, another android had moved. One that couldn’t walk and crawled across the floor. Gavin hadn’t seen it moving, but it was staring at him. And slowly the shattered hull plates distorted into a crooked grin. Oh, phck this, seriously! The one time Gavin had agreed to do something nice and promptly the universe punished him for it!

He would have loved to just shut off the feeds and pretend all was right, but maybe this time not knowing was worse than the alternative. The next time he had to blink the android was gone again. Okay. He had to remain calm. Two androids on the loose, knowing someone was watching. He tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, but it didn’t do jack shit. He stood up from his seat and stared at the camera feeds. Another one was gone and another one, the creepy one with a broken jaw, was moving. Gavin was seconds from fleeing the building as he heard a noise. Then the lights went out with a crack. Gavin stood in total darkness, his heartbeat leaping into his throat. Someone had cut the power to the room. Not only the light had died suddenly, the cams were gone too. He knew the fuses were just outside the door. But he really didn’t want to go out there. Not when four and possibly more androids were on the run with only the knowledge from before the android revolution to go off of.

He finally worked up his courage and moved around the table, hand outstretched to feel his way to the door. He tried to unlock his phone with one hand and used the screen to light the floor a few feet in front of him. He reached for the cover of the fuse box and ripped it open to find the right lever. He pushed the fuse back in and immediately the lights flashed on. Gavin slammed the cover shut again and froze as he saw a figure at the end of the hallway. It was the one-armed with the blue eyes. Why did it have to be the most intact? Why? Gavin cursed, but his flight instinct set in as the figure began moving towards him. He ran back into the surveillance room and pulled the door shut behind him. For a moment there was only his heavy breathing and the door in front of him. He was safe. The bot wouldn’t be able to break through solid metal after all.

He turned around and stood face to face with two androids. It was the one that had previously been crawling over the floor held up by the one with the broken jaw. ‘Hello’, they said simultaneously out of broken mouths, voices distorted by static. Gavin screamed in shock. They would get him. They were in the room and Gavin wouldn’t be out fast enough to escape. So, he could only press against the metal door and hold up his hands in defence. He waited for the first blow to hit him and pressed his eyes close.

It didn’t come. Instead the door in his back gave way and he fell backwards into three strong hands, that pushed him back into a standing position. By now, Gavin was shaking all over, but the fact that he hadn’t been killed yet made him open one eye. The two androids supporting each other had backed up a bit and the two in his back had moved around to join them. The one-armed with the blue eyes stepped towards him, offering a hand. ‘Hello, I am RK900, this is Ralph’, he pointed to the one next to him. ‘And this is Ralph and Daniel.’ The three others gave him an awkward little wave.

‘W-What do you want?’, Gavin asked, not daring to take the hand the RK900 still held out for him. ‘We have been woken up. Tomorrow we will be repaired. We wanted to thank you for keeping an eye on us.’ Gavin stood there dumbfounded and managed to lean his back against the table not to collapse. ‘We are sorry if we scared you’, the one introduced as Jerry added. Gavin sighed, adrenaline now vanished from his systems causing him to feel nothing but exhaustion. He rubbed his forehead. ‘Are you alright?’, the RK900 asked. ‘The cameras don’t record sound, this was the only way to reach you.’

Gavin groaned and took out his phone to give Tina the all-clear first. ‘Yeah, I’m alright. I suppose I just watched a few horror movies too many…’

#Detroit become human #dbh #dbh Halloween #Halloween short #Gavin Reed #five nights at freddy's au

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kyberphilosopher · 4 years

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Chapter Eight

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The sniper meets Rex and I in the sand. Similar to the blonde man, he shares the same face.

Handsome, angular creases. His hair is dark and in a crew cut in contrast to Rex’s, but his most striking feature is the ghostly eye. White and milky, a long dark scar reaches from his cheek to his temple. The other eye- my right, his left- is as honey colored as his brother. He’s a Clone, through and through. Both of them are clad in black turtlenecks and brown scarfs and belts.

“This is Wolffe,” Rex introduces. The second soldier nods at me coldly as I bite the inside of my cheek.

Both sets of fingers tighten around the lightsaber bodies. I don’t like Clones. When I look at them, I see flashes of a helmet streaked with yellow markings. I can see the machine guns in their hands, aimed at me with malice and hate. Every word form Rex is like a word from the one back on Ilum. I don’t like it. I don’t want to stay around them.

I can feel my heart beating against my ribs, hammering, the longer I look at their identical faces. I can’t be here. I can’t look at them. They’re the ones that almost killed me.

“Numbers,” I’m able to order out, though my sweaty palms are beginning to betray me.

“What?” Rex fires back quickly. One of his eyebrows arch, and his bottom lip snarls with another layer of distrust.

“Your numbers,” I say. “What are they?”

Rex’s amber eyes flit from the Imperial sigil on my jacket, back to my face. They narrow, then widen back to normal. “CT-7567, and CC-3636. What is your rank?”

Through the anxiety, I’m just able to stutter out, “w-what-”

Rex raises his blasters again, now squinting both of his eyes in aggression. “What. Is. Your. Rank?”

I don’t have an answer for him. I am frozen in time, staring at the golden orbs of anger. This system, that once felt soft and calm, is now covered in layer after layer of anguish. It’s not just from me and my own memories. Rex feels it too.

“Answer,” he says lowly and slowly, “or I’ll shoot.”

Wolffe steps back, aiming the rifle at me again.

I can take both of them. I know this for certain. Blasters are no match for lightsabers, with or without training. Even so, I have the Force. But I can’t help the waves of fear that wash over at me from nothing more than knowing what they are. And I’m afraid of them, even through my pulsing anger.

“Last chance kid,” Rex grits.

In honesty, the fear had clouded my judgement far too much. I should’ve formulated a plan, been patient. But something in me was dying again and again, feeling rays of heat whiz past me as I flung myself into an abyss. I couldn’t take it.

Rex fired his blaster. I jumped backwards- into the air far higher than I had intended to. I flew higher than the AT-TE, perhaps as high as the Tie-fighter while I was flying it. It felt somewhat freeing for the second it lasted, before my feet hit the sand behind my ship. Using it as cover, I seal my sabers off and press my back flat against it.

What the kriff was that? My heart is hammering, breathing rapid as my chest rises and falls and I struggle to find a full breath.

The lack of planning didn’t end there.

First, I reach my palm straight into the air. I hear a click and a clang as the seal at the top of the ship opens up with a hiss. Within a second, my bag zips into my waiting grasp. I clumsily slip it over my shoulders before phase two of my nonexistent ploy ensues.

“Gregor!” one of them yells. It’s enough for me to suddenly thrust myself forward and turn towards the Tie-fighter. I throw my hands out as I bury my heels in the sand. The Force, coming to my aid quickly and gracefully, does not disappoint.

The fighter surges forward, skidding through the sand. It starts slowly and subtle until I curl my fingers, at which point it increases its speed tenfold until it’s flying through the air without actually flying. I have to squint my eyes from the light of the planet, from the sand that’s whizzing back into my eyes, and then the loud clang rings out.

The fighter crashes into one of the legs of the walker. My eyes widen as I watch the machine begin to tilt over with a long, low hum. I see Rex’s blonde hair as he watches up in bewilderment, taking steps back while his brother begins to yell some things I can’t make out.

I turn on my heel and begin pumping my arms back and forth as I run along. Maker, I’d forgotten how much I despise the sand. Running in it, especially. It doesn’t take long for my thighs begin to burn. After another two seconds, I hear the final boom as the AT-TE is completely absorbed in the ground. But I don’t stop sprinting across the plains.

The mountains. I have to get to the mountains. The lightsabers are growing heavy against my tight, sweaty palms. I’ll surely have callouses forming against the skin.

The dry air is merciless against my face. My pack is continuously slamming against the bottom of my spine. After a minute, sand has leaked through my boots and fallen under my soles. Like little knives, they burn against the tender flesh. My braid zips behind me, allowing the wind to pierce my ears with a subtle roar.

I don’t know how long I keep going for. I know for certain that I’ve never run like this in my life. Every time I want to stop and give my burning lungs a rest, I think I hear a gun cocking behind me, and I receive another dull burst of energy.

Everything inside of me feels intense and raw. My blood is pumping through me in frozen chords, filling my ears with a low rhythm. It’s all adrenaline, of course. But it feels far more amplified than any other time I can remember. I know my body is aching, practically begging me to stop, but I can’t. What if there’s a full battalion of Clones behind me right now? Following me, just waiting for me to slow down so that they can shoot me?

As if in response to my thoughts, my right ankle twists from under me. I spiral downwards like a corkscrew, rolling every muscle in my leg in the process. And then I’m laying in the sand like a weak little child, trying to steady my choked breathing.

I must have been running for a long time. The sky is much darker than it was before. It’s become a deep shade of lavender, dotted with little white stars and a layer of pink and gray clouds. The sand bites against my exposed fingers and bottoms of my feet. As I gaze up at the place above, my sticky fingers loosen from the sabers. In the process, my right thumb rubs against the nail of my ring finger, skidding along the black polish.

I’d almost forgotten about it. At the time that Talik had done it to me, I’d felt happy about it. Now it feels like a sad memory from a distant time, in a different life. There’s nothing to stop me from picking it off completely now, and in the end it might’ve been better for me to do so. But removing the paint would’ve been equivalent to removing the Twi’Lek from my life.

I think about her hands on me- a gentle reminder of something I didn’t want- and my eyes squint with wetness. I haven’t cried in a long time, but this time it’s hard to keep my eyes from welling up.

This makes me feel stupid. Emotions are useless, and having them is a fate worse than death. My heart breaks for anyone in the galaxy who has to live their life, day in and day out, worried or overjoyed, loved or paranoid. In contrast however, a life without as many downs as ups must be an incredibly boring one, because you already know you’re going to be lucky no matter what happens. Experience is what makes it all go around, though I damn the Maker for having to tie feelings to it.

The color of the sky reminds me of a rather outlandish memory from some years ago. It stood out to me for two reasons- the emotional weight to it, and the stained glass windows.

There are a lot of people in the galaxy. With people, comes races and breeds, genders and jobs. Everyone, no matter what, has some type of belief, which is quick to turn into a theory that stands radical in their mind. And, as much as I (don’t) hate to admit it, where belief is held, trouble is soon to follow.

This brings us to religion, and where I stand on it. I know there’s something out there. A long way away, past all the nonsense and deafening screaming in the void of our galaxy, I’d like to think that someone or something is watching. I don’t know if they’re watching because they exclusively get off on watching lesser beings run around trying to both solve and destroy, or because we’re their last segment of hope in this dark place, but I dream about them intervening someday. Even when I scoff at those big supporters of one, all powerful God, I know it can’t all be dung.

So I don’t know where I stand really. I believe in something, but I’m not sure what. I’m not exactly an optimistic person, so I don’t think I’m holding out faith in a savior of any kind. But something doesn’t seem completely truthful about a luminous lover looming over all of us, blinking softly before sending flaming meteors into our livers. I don’t even know where I stand on something happening after death. I mean… I sure hope something happens. I know, at least, that I still want to be allowed to see whatever happens. I want to have a spirit- even if it’s one that goes on to experience eternal damnation.

Alright, I’ve gotten sidetracked. Back to the stained glass windows.

On Bracca, the scrapper guild acquired so many members that it got difficult not to be overwhelmed with demands from the population. In response to so many outcries, the guild installed a little building that was used as a religious house. It was pretty ambiguous too, so anything could’ve been practiced depending on what the user saw. Eventually, the Empire would come through and begin putting up propaganda and posters, but this is quite some time before that.

I want to say I was thirteen still. Fourteen, maybe? Doesn’t matter. I went in, and the first thing I noticed was the three, giant windows. The glass seemed to be cracking, so each piece was a different shade- bordering differing colors. Still, the tone was all a purple. Sometimes it looked more gray, other times magenta. Pink, lavender, borderline white- but all a very distinguished purple. I know there was a picture within the image, but I was too mesmerized by the violet light to recognize it. I can’t explain it, really. I just wanted to memorize every one of the details in it.

Still, something pulled me away from it- a cough or something. I went to kneel before the windows, looking up at them as if I were going to pray. At my sides, my palms clenched nervously around my poncho, which was already slick and dripping from the previous rain. I remember feeling very much like a reprimanded child, fiddling as their mother looked down on them with disappointment.

I don’t remember what I said exactly, or if I even spoke. I just remember looking up, asking any higher power that may or may not have existed if they had any answers for me. I didn’t care if they were good or bad. I just wanted an explanation, and I would’ve been satisfied. But I waited for a few seconds, a moment even, until I realized that there was no voice booming in my mind. I had no feelings of insight or importance. I felt just as empty and unsatisfied as I was before.

I’d wanted to cry then, too. It would’ve been more acceptable, given my age, but I hadn’t. I had bitten my lip and taken it like a winner, even though I didn’t feel like one much at all. The next time I would ever go into the holy place would end in me brawling with another scrapper, which I imagine was very visually pleasing in front of the large, purple windows.

The tears evaporate into the air, and my skin feels as dry as the sand I lay on. I swallow, which burns my throat, staring at the stars for a few more seconds. I really wish I had glitteryll right about now, so I can watch them melt into each other.

I force myself to sit up then. I did some incredibly stupid things today. I’m in no position to continue making as crazy and stupid decisions much longer.

First things first: find shelter. At least a semi safe place for the night, because something in my gut is telling me it would be most unwise to sleep in the middle of the desert. I should continue to make for the mountains in front of me, but I don’t know how far I’ll be able to get with my ankle in this state. Good thing I brought those stims.

I reach around and take one from my bag. I flick it a few times to make sure it still works, as its neon green glow looks a little faded. It perks up after a second, and I stick the stim to my right ankle and hold it down until a cool feeling spreads through me.

I lock my sabers back onto my waist, and begin pushing myself to my feet. My ankle isn’t perfect, but it’s walkable. Both my legs feel sore, and my abdomen somewhat bruised, but it’s my own kriffing fault for messing with the abilities of my muscles in the way that I did.

The story would’ve been fairly boring from this point forward had he not come along. I suppose I should thank him for that, but I’d rather not boost his ego anymore than it exists.

The wind picks up as a signal of his presence. My braid whips in the air, and I squint my eyes and hold up a hand in an attempt to block the oncoming light. The Katooni appears in front of me in all its glory, causing me to bite my lip. I don’t have the energy or mental power to distinguish friend from foe at this point in time, and if it was the Empire I might’ve just told them to kill me.

But it wasn’t the Empire.

The ships ramp sizzles down, hovering above the dunes of sand I trek through. A figure appears as the door opens up. Blinded further, I lift a second hand.

“Well, well, well!” the gritty voice calls out, loud enough to hear over the roar of the thrusters. The first thing I observed about it was that the voice sounded like it was coming from the back of one’s throat. Rough and throaty, a bit like all the men I’ve encountered in my life that had some position over me.

“Didn’t think I’d find such a useful partner in a place like this!” Hondo Ohnaka cried. “My friend, you look like you’ve been straight to hell.”

#star wars #story #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #gray jedi #lightsaber #sith #red lightsaber #greenlightsaber #chapter 8

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aquariusrpc · 4 years

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MANIC BY HALSEY LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS PART 1;

ASHLEY !

❝ standing now in the mirror that i built myself and i can't remember why the decision wasn't mine. ❞ ❝ but it seems i'm only clinging to an idea now. ❞ ❝ took my heart and sold it out to a vision that i wrote myself. ❞ ❝ and i don't want to be somebody in America, just fighting the hysteria. ❞ ❝ i only wanna die someday. ❞ ❝ when i burst into flames i'll leave you the dust, my love. ❞ ❝ hope a bit of it will be enough to help remember the days when we came to this place. ❞ ❝ i told you i'd spill my guts i left you to clean it up. ❞ ❝ seems like now it's impossible to work this out. ❞ ❝ i'm so committed to an old ghost town. ❞ ❝ is it really that strange if i always wanna change ? ❞ ❝ and if only the time and space between us wasn't lonely i'd disintegrate into a thousand pieces. ❝ i think i'm making a mistake but if i decide to break, who will fill the empty space ? ❞ ❝ so now if i figure this out, apart from my beating heart it's a muscle but it's still not strong enough to carry the weight of the choices i've made. ❞ ❝ i told you i'd ride this out, it's getting harder every day somehow i'm bursting out of myself. ❞ ❝ to many guys i'm a concept, or i complete them, or i'm gonna make them alive i'm just a fucked up girl who's lookin' for my own piece of mind, don't assign me yours. ❞

CLEMENTINE !

❝ i'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue, it's violent rain ❞ ❝ and in my world, the people on the street don't know my name -- in my world, i'm seven feet tall. ❞ ❝ and the boys always call, and the girls do too. ❞ ❝ because in my world, i'm constantly -- constantly havin' a breakthroughor a breakdown, or a blackout. ❞ ❝ would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony ? ❞ ❝ 'cause i don't need anyone, i don't need anyone -- i just need everyone and then some. ❞ ❝ wish i could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins, do the insides of all of my fingers still look the same ? ❞ ❝ and can you feel it too, when i am touchin' you ? ❞ ❝ and when my hair stands on ends, it's saluting you. ❞ ❝ the blush in your cheeks says that you bleed like me and the 808 beat sends your heart to your feet. ❞ ❝ left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me through a breakdown -- through a breakdown or a blackout. ❞ ❝ would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine ? ❞ ❝ my face is full of spiderwebs, all tender yellow blue and still with one eye open, well, all i see is you. ❞ ❝ i left my daydreams at the gate because i just can't take 'em too know my heart still has a suitcase, but i still can't take it through. ❞

GRAVEYARD !

❝ it's crazy when the thing you love the most Is the detriment -- let that sink in. ❞ ❝ you can think again when the hand you want to hold Is a weapon and you're nothin' but skin. ❞ ❝ 'cause i keep digging myself down deeper i won't stop till i get where you are. ❞ ❝ they say i may be making a mistake i woulda followed all the way no matter how far. ❞ ❝ i know when you go down all your darkest roads i woulda followed all the way to the graveyard. ❞ ❝ i keep running when both my feet hurt i won't stop till i get where you are. ❞ ❝ you look at me with eyes so dark i don't know how you even see, you push right through me. ❞ ❝ it's getting real you lock the door you're drunk at the steering wheel and i can't conceal. ❞ ❝ it's funny how the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies. ❞

YOU SHOULD BE SAD !

❝ i want to start this out and say, i gotta get it off my chest -- got no anger, got no malice, just a little bit of regret. ❞ ❝ know nobody else will tell you so there's some things i gotta say. ❞ ❝ gonna jot it down and then get it out and then i'll be on my way. ❞ ❝ no, you're not half the person you think that you are. ❞ ❝ and you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars. ❞ ❝ i'm so glad i never ever had a baby with you 'cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you. ❞ ❝ i feel so sorry, i feel so sad i tried to help you -- it just made you mad. ❞ ❝ and I had no warning about who you are i'm just glad imade it out without breaking down. ❞ ❝ and then ran so fucking far that you would never ever touch me again. ❞ ❝ won't see your alligator tears 'cause, no, i've had enough of them. ❞ ❝ let me start this off by saying i really meant well from the start. ❞ ❝ take a broken man right in my hands and then put back all his parts. ❞ ❝ i feel so sad -- you should be sad. ❞

FOREVER ... ( IS A LONG TIME ) !

❝ i spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic -- and i curse the ground for growing green. ❞ ❝ i spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic and i curse my tongue for being mean. ❞ ❝ weightless, breathless restitute motionless and absolute he cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound. ❞ ❝ now 50,000 walking deads would cower at this small brunette. ❞ ❝ it's a nice surprise knowing six feet high would reach and grab the moon if i should ask or just imply that i want you to be more light so i could look inside his eyes and get the colors just right. built love, built god, built provinces, built calluses -- break promises. ❞ ❝ 'cause i could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it. ❞ ❝ what am i thinking ? what does this mean ? ❞ ❝ how could somebody ever love me ? ❞ ❝ talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news coming. ❞

DOMINIC’S INTERLUDE !

❝ your eyes are fragile and timeless it's beautiful. ❞ ❝ there's power in the words you whisper. ❞ ❝ you treat your corner so mindless but he don't see the setting sun, your eyes are open when you kiss him. ❞ ❝ your eyes are drawn to the worthless -- usual, the towers in your world are sinking. ❞ ❝ and if you're looking for signs then you should know there's power in the words you're thinking. ❞ ❝ walk on the edge with someone new. ❞ ❝ talk to your man, tell him we made some good time loving. ❞ ❝ you can take a chance, come take my hand. ❞

#ask meme #rp meme #sentence meme #rph #rpc #part 2 will be coming real soon !!

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Undercover - Chapter 4

Undercover: A Winterhawk Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1507

Rating: E

Square filled: @marvelfluffbingo - rescue mission

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, action, blood, wounds

Synopsis: You go on an undercover mission with your boyfriend Bucky and Clint Barton. When you and Clint have to pretend you’re in a relationship feelings become confused.

Chapter 4

Bucky lowered Clint to the ground. He didn’t panic very often. When he was in mission mode he always detached slightly. Not enough to feel out of control, but enough that he could get the job done without constantly triggering to his past traumas. He was strict and cold and lacking emotion. He did what needed to be done.

Now he was only emotion. Guilt. Fear. Inadequacy. You were gone. Clint was bleeding out in his arms. There was a guy crawling into a car to get away that he needed for questioning purposes. He could hear sirens and his sniper rifle was still on the roof of the building opposite. He was frozen not sure what to do.

“We gotta move,” Clint said in a choked voice. “Now.”

Bucky blinked and shook his head to clear it. “Keep pressure on that wound.” He said and got up, hoisting Clint over his shoulder. Clint made a pained whine, but cut it off quickly as Bucky moved. He ran quickly to the guy who was now pulling himself up into the car and grabbed him by the collar. He knew that there were witnesses. He could see them taking pictures of him out of office windows and poking their heads out of doors. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was stopping Clint from bleeding out and finding you.

He carried both men as quickly as he could, throwing them into the back of the van. “How are you doing, Clint?” He asked.

Clint nodded. “Not gonna die immediately.”

Bucky grabbed the medkit and brought it over. He had planned to patch him up but Clint snatched it from his hands. “We can’t stay here. Move.”

It took all of his self-control to do, but Bucky moved into the front seat and started the car. He grabbed his comms and called Hill. She answered on the second buzz.

“Barnes, what kind of mess are you all in?” She said, not even taking a moment to say hello.

“Everything’s gone wrong. Hawkeye’s been shot. Agent 43 has been taken. You need to let the local authorities know this was an operation and not to try and find us. I have someone to question. Also, I’ve abandoned my sniper rifle. Someone’s gonna need to go and get it.” Bucky said and then rattled off the address of the building he’d left the gun at.

“What the fuck? I’m going to send in back up. If the hawk is that injured…”

“No.” Clint croaked. “We can do this.”

“Tough. I’m calling in Widow. Don’t do anything dumb until she can get there.” Hill said before disconnecting the call.

Bucky drove the van back to their hideout and carried both Clint and his prisoner inside. Clint had put gauze on his gunshot wound but it had bled through by the time they reached the apartment. Bucky cuffed the prisoner to the radiator and went to Clint.

“Jesus.” Bucky, hissed as the pulled the gauze off. “Fuck, maybe we should have just taken you to the hospital.”

“No, we gotta get her back. None of my organs were hit. You can do this.” He said.

“How do you know none of your organs were hit?” Bucky said getting the much more complete medkit they had in the room.

“I know what that feels like.” Clint hissed. “Just get the bullet out and stitch me up.”

Bucky knew field medicine. He could do this shit in his sleep. Given his life as the soldier, you could argue he had done this shit in his sleep. Sometimes to himself. Seeing Clint wince and bite down into his own fist as Bucky did this though - it hurt. He hated seeing Clint like this. He hated that he was causing him pain. He hated that you were missing. He was this whole mess of emotions and he couldn’t get them to align. He didn’t know if his old crush was bubbling up. His fear of being the blame for losing you both. Just the fact that he thought you were both going to die. Or what. But he had a strong urge to kiss Clint and tell him how sorry he’d been for being such a huge idiot.

He didn’t, though and the fact he’d even thought it, scared him.

“My hero,” Clint said as Bucky put the gauze back in place over his stitches.

“You okay? Sorry if that hurt.” Bucky said.

“Didn’t hurt as much as being shot in the first fucking place,” Clint said. “You put trackers on the car?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Alright, you question him,” Clint said. “I’ll see where they ended up.”

You woke up slowly, your head throbbing. You knew you were in trouble but your head was swimming so much you had trouble doing anything except raise your head.

“She’s awake.”

The male voice was harsh and way too loud. You moved your head to look at him, but the room spun and before you were able to focus someone was gripping your jaw and yanking your head back to face them.

“You think we don’t know the Avengers when we see them? How fucking stupid do you think we are?”

You blinked your eyes slowly and Davis’ features slowly became clear. “Pretty fucking stupid if you brought me here.”

“You think they will find you here? No one has been able to find this place.” He said. “Besides. You won’t be here long. We’re going to send a message to your friends using your body.”

You laughed. It was quite hysterical and you couldn’t quite get it under control. “Oh my god, you have the biggest death wish of anyone I’ve ever met. And I know a guy who jumps out of planes with no parachute.”

“After what we do to you. They wouldn’t dare.” He said and pulled a knife from his belt. He ran it up the inside of your thigh.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said.

“You hoping I’ll monologue?” He said.

You chuckled and shook your head. “How long was I out for?”

“A little over three hours.” He said.

You bit back a laugh. “And why didn’t you do - whatever it was you planned to do to me - while I was out? Needed me to feel it or something?”

“Something like that.” He said, laughing darkly.

You laughed out loud and shook your head. “Men. So fucking weak.” You said. He snarled and slapped you in the face making lights pop behind your eyes.

“I’ll show you weak, you stupid slut.” He seethed.

“Uh huh. And what will you show them?” You said.

He turned around just in time to let the arrow that had flown through the air hit him in the chest instead of the back, he stumbled back into you and you flipped both of you backward, spun and used your chair to hit two of the goons who had been standing beside him.

The room erupted in chaos. Bullets and arrows were flying everywhere. You managed to break the chair into several pieces and used the two that were still attached to you via the handcuffs as improvised batons to fight the people around you on your way to cover.

The fight was over quickly though. When the two people on your side are both expert marksmen it doesn’t take too long to take care of a dozen would be crime lords who just lucked in on alien tech one day.

When all that was left was a few men begging for mercy Bucky and Clint both ran over to you at once. Bucky pulled you into a tight hug and Clint wrapped himself around you from behind. “Holy shit. I was so scared.” Bucky whispered against your ear.

“It’s okay. You got me.” You whispered back.

The three of you just stood there like that, letting the adrenaline leave your system. “Okay. Calling in the cleanup.” Bucky said pulling back.

You turned and looked Clint over running your hand down his side. “Holy shit. Holy shit. I thought you were dead.”

“Take more than that to kill me,” Clint said. “Besides, your boyfriend is surprisingly dexterous.”

“He is isn’t he? I’m very lucky.” You joked making Clint snort laugh.

You turned back to Bucky and watched as he went about cuffing people and checking their wounds. He looked up at you with an expression that looked suspiciously like guilt. You guessed that you’d be having one of those conversations about how it wasn’t his fault while you were waiting for extraction.

Clint tapped you on the shoulder. “Okay agent, let’s see if we can’t do something about those cuffs. Then I think I’m gonna have to pass out. I am in a very large amount of pain and I think I popped the stitches.”

You turned on him and shook your head. “Jesus, Barton. Sit down. Let me see what I can do.”

He collapsed against a wall and you started to patch him up again. This whole mission had been a disaster, but you had found the complete supply of alien weaponry. You wondered as you restitched Clint’s wound how much trouble the three of you were going to be in.

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Bless Thee

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2512

Summaries: (S3) During dinner, an outburst leads to some hurtful things to be said and Daryl tries to comfort you in your distress.

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn’t know if I wanted to give this extra character a name or not but if I decide if I ever wanted to progress this particular one shot, I will. Hopefully it’s not too confusing with seeing so many pronouns.

The sun began to set as everyone entered the house. You helped set the dinner table happy to see a fresh meal that you could actually enjoy instead of eating either beans or corn out of a can. The last one to come in the house had an aura of irritation surrounding her. You worried about her. Your sister seemed to always be in a bad mood and everytime you tried talking to her about it always ends with her either blowing you off or yelling things you try to recover from.

You seated yourself at the head of the table, your sister to your right next to Andrea and Lori. Everyone felt weary as the turn of events of the passed few days worn all of you out. Sophia was found and yet taken, everyone was at odds as to what to do with the boy in the barn, the entire Greene family was trying to recover from the previous event. All you wished for was a small break, a win if anything instead of having a giant boulder of problems weighing everyone down.

“Y/n, would you please start the prayer?” Hershel asked as he was seated next to you on the left.

“Of course.” Heads bowed and hands together, you began the prayer. “Dear Lord, thank you for blessing us with a fine meal that these sweet women of the farm had made for us. Thank you for having shown us that good people are still out there in this cruel world and for having all of us still together-” A low chuckle came out from the table. Everyone slowly raised their heads to see who it came from and as you feared, it came from your sister. “Is there something funny?” you said with a stern look on your face. You knew what was coming and you had to get things under control.

“All of us together? Really? I can count that there are more than five people who should be here missing.” She said with an attitude you recognized all too well. It was something normal but lately she had a chip on her shoulder. She was more angry all the time, waiting to pick a fight.

“You know well enough what I mean. Do not do this now.”

“What? Make you look bad? Make you look stupid? You would hate that wouldn’t you?” She said with eyes squinting at you. “I bet you were overjoyed when she died.” The last bit came out quieter, like a deadly predator.

“Stop. We will talk about this later.” You said in a stern voice once more.

“No I don’t want later I want now! I want everyone to see how fake you are. Pretending to be some sort of saint. That you weren’t in the wrong for leaving mom like that. For them to eat! And everytime we talk about her you always gotta make her to be the bad guy.” You looked down at your plate with guilt in your eyes. You felt your face heat up and took a deep breath.

“You don’t know her the way I did. I sheltered you from her and maybe that’s my fault for doing that. She was a drunk and remember that the only reason you ever gotten a decent life was because of me.” You took a peek back at her and then look down at your dinner.

“Oh my god! When are you going to stop hanging that over my head?!” She said exasperated. She had heard you made this speech several times whenever the both of you argued beginning when she was a teenager. She got what you were saying, so why do you constantly bring it up?

“When you start to understand that all we got is each other and that you need to start respecting me. And not because of that but because I am trying.”

“And like I don’t deserve some respect! All my life you’ve treated me like a baby.”

“I had to become a mother at the age of 12 because your real mom didn’t want nothing to do with being one! The only reason you remember her in such a positive way was because I hid the real her from you as long as I can! And I know you’re grown but I can’t help look at you more than my baby!” You tried hard to contain your composure as you felt that you were about to cry., You swallowed the lump in your throat. You needed her to understand but each time, she just refused to let what you say sink in. “Until you show me that you’re more than that then I will start treating you like the woman you can be but right now, your attitude and your actions show that you are still a child.”

“Oh, and what do you want? An award?” Your sister said sarcastically. “And me! Being a child?! You treating me like a baby is the entire reason she died! If you treated me like the adult that I am, I could’ve fought them off and gotten her back!”

“If I had lettin you go you would’ve been just as dead as her or worse and then what would I have to live for!?” The sentence came out firm, declaring the reason why you did what you did back when everything went into frenzy. When the world finally cracked and everyone went into hysteria.

“Well sometimes I wish you were the one they got instead of her! Then you wouldn’t be living for much anymore now would you?!” your sister shouted across the dinner table. Everything went silent. You whipped your head to her with wide eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat again and kept yourself composed. As soon as she realized what came out of her mouth she instantly felt regret and went to say her apologies only for you to stand up with small bit of silence to follow. “I’m sorry everyone for disrupting dinner.” You then look towards her, trying hard to not let any tears spill, to keep yourself looking strong. “And I’m sorry that God decided for her to go and not me but understand that all that I do, I do for you.” and then you left as your sisters eyes followed you out with a horrified stunned look on her face.

“I gotta-” your sister said as she rose herself from her seat.

“Naw, let me. She’ll need some space.” Daryl said as he headed towards the door. Andrea wrapped an arm around your sister as she told her things would be alright and to give you some time. That these kind of things happened. Everything was now uneasy in the house as no one knew how to go on with the night. As they all thought to who they lost. Although they knew it was out of anger, they knew your sister was right. There were people that should still be here but they also knew that they wouldn’t have gone if God didn’t intend for them to go.

You headed into the RV and took a seat at the table. You tried to hold off the tears for a little longer but you couldn’t do it anymore. Keeping up the facade of being strong only made you breakdown each time and the worst part was breaking down by yourself. It only made you feel more alone as you made sure for your sister to see you put together and not like this. If she saw you like this, she might’ve taken joy, or worse, she would lose the hope that things would be alright. If she saw that you didn’t believe it then all hope would really be lost. You couldn’t do that. Some days you felt as if things would be alright but most of the time you felt that there was no end and if there was, it wasn’t an ending anyone would want.

As Daryl walked towards the RV, he could hear you quietly sobbing. He stood there for a minute, not really knowing what to do. Feelings were not his forte but he couldn’t help but want to stop the pain. They’ve all been through enough and he knew there was more mud and blood to get through but if he could help with this kind of pain, hell, he’ll do it. Slowly he came inside the RV, waiting by the entrance. He’ll do what he can. You had your head against the glass, looking out towards the unforsaken world with the idea that maybe there really isn’t much hope left.

“Ya alright?” His voice startled you. You sniffed and looked towards the window trying to discreetly wipe away your tears.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine. Just needed some space to think and all.” You said as you turned and gave a weak smile.

“You know she don’t mean that though, right?” you looked down at your hands on your lap and gave yourself a thought.

“Yeah…Still hurts though.” Daryl came a little closer standing by the seat across from you. “I know it’s wrong of me to tell her things about our mom to change how she views her. In my head I thought it was a good idea after she got taken. Tell her and maybe she wouldn’t cry every night about her. I shoulda known it wouldn’t since I’d catch myself crying about her too.”

“I know what ya mean. Merle, he’s a total asshole to me and everyone he knew. Treated me like shit but he’s still my brother ya know? I try to either think that he’s alright somewhere and other times I just think of how much of an asshole he is… Blood is blood. They’re always gonna be apart of ya.” You then look at Daryl. For someone so quiet, you should of known that he has a lot to say. You just didn’t know they’d be wise.

“She thinks I hated her and I did at times but like you said, blood is blood and no matter what, she’s still my mom and I love her…I only want her to understand instead of getting so angry all the time. I know I gotta treat like an adult but it’s so hard to admit it. She’s always gonna be my baby girl…” you looked down at your fidgeting fingers feeling more tears slide down your cheeks. “Maybe it was wrong of me to not show her who her real mom is but I couldn’t let her grow up the way I did…” a choked sob came out of you. “I use to make her sleep either in my bed or go over to one of her better off friends for the night whenever mama brought over a man. I wouldn’t sleep the whole night…” your shoulders shook as you lowered your head even more. Crying at the memories. Daryl felt for you. You both grew up with a shitty childhood and he could understand your reasoning for sheltering your sister from it. If he had a youngling himself, he’d do the same.

“Hey…” Daryl reached over having his hand on top of yours. “You’re a good woman and you’re sister’s lucky to have ya. Hell, I wish I had someone like you growin’ up. Tryna make my life easy while she’s doin’ the heavy liftin’…” You looked up at him, his blue eyes full of emotion and truth. It was strange of him to be meddling in someone’s family affairs since he was busy with his own but what he witnessed at the dinner table, he realized that these people are his family and he couldn’t stand by the sidelines without doing something about it. “You n yer sister, you got some things to work through. You gotta drop this lil act of yours and show her yer hurtin’ too. Show her she ain’t alone with those emotions. That’s probably why she thinks yer so okay with your mom gone.” You closed your eyes letting more tears fall and then nodded in agreement.

Your hand gripped onto Daryl’s giving it a squeeze. This side of him you’ve never saw but it was a side of him that somehow managed to pull you back together. “Thank you. For this…for a second I was starting to lose myself.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then both of your heads whipped to the entrance of the RV.

Your sister stood with a look of uneasiness, Andrea behind her with a worried one. You stood up from your seat and moved towards her. Her eyes swelled as she couldn’t hold in the floodgates. She lunged towards, you arms wrapped around you tight, head digging into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her as well crying into her. “I’m so sorry…Everything I said, I’m sorry…” You two continued crying into each others arms not noticing that Daryl and Andrea had left, leaving you two to sort your differences alone.

Time had passed and the two of you entered the still quiet house arms around each others waist. Glenn was the first to see you two. “H-hey…How’re you guys?” A smirk rose to your face as you answered Glenns question. “We’re fine. Just finally figured some things out. I’m sorry everyone for that.” You said apologetically. During all the ruckus you didn’t realize that you left everyone in discomfort.

“Don’t be. We’re just glad to see you two alright again. Just reminded me of thanksgiving with the in-laws.” Rick said with care in his eyes. Both you and your sister chuckled at this only thankful that all of them understood.

“Right, well how about we all get back to dinner.” Moving to your seats, everyone pushed in their chairs and ready themselves to dig in. “Hershell, do you mind if we try that prayer again?” You asked.

“By all means, please.” Everyone grabbed ahold of each others hands once more that night. With everyone’s heads bowed and eyes closed you looked up to see a pair of blue eyes staring at you. You gave him a nod as a thank you for what he done, him doing the same with you not noticing the small smile crossing his face, and then the both of you went to bowing your heads.

“Dear Lord, thank you for the wonderful yet cold meal provided to us tonight.” Everyone lightly laughed at this now feeling the atmosphere shifting to calmness. “Thank you for blessing us with good people watching over us everyday. Bless those that we have lost and those that we sit with tonight. Thank you for bringing us all together creating a family during these troublesome times and bless us on our journey as we do not plan to stop on living. Amen.”

Everyone dug in. Jokes were cracked, laughter played like a cherished song. Stories were told and by the end of the night everyone felt content and at home.

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