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arealphrooblem · 9 months

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Kidnapped by the Boss Part 5

Part one here

Synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.

CW: Now with named characters

She awoke to a knock on the door. Outside the window, the sunlight had faded into twilight. It took several moments to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and stand, head fuzzy and hurting from crying. All the while the knocking became more and more persistent.

“I can’t open the door!” she snapped. Normally she spared the servants any vitriol because they were just doing their jobs. But none of them ever pounded on her door like this either.

“Is the princess awake yet?” came the driver’s voice through the door.

Of course it was him.

“She is now,” she grumbled, scrubbing her face and crossing the room.

“I hope you’re decent, then.” Was the only warning she got before the door swung open to reveal the driver holding a tray of food in his hands.

“Sleep well?” he asked, gaze roving over her hair.

The urge to run a hand over the back of her hair was almost overwhelming. But she refused to give him the idea that he could make her feel self conscious.

“What are you doing here?” she asked instead.

His gaze darted down to the tray of food. “Is it not obvious? I’m a delivery man tonight.”

Bitterness laced his tone. Apparently he thought the chore was beneath him.

“I thought you’ve killed for him. Isn’t this a bit below your pay-grade,” she asked. “Or did he demote you?”

The dark glare he sent her way made the petty vindictiveness in her heart glow.

“Who says I’m not here to kill you?”

“If you were, you wouldn’t announce it,” she retorted, trying to swallow down the flash of fear, “seeing as you can hide in my room and hurt me when I least expect it.”

That made logical sense, right? If the king wanted her dead after all it wouldn’t be like this, would it?

A flash of discomfort crossed his face before he quickly buried it.

“You going to let me in or not?”

Reluctantly she stepped aside and allowed him access to the room. He made a beeline to the small table and chairs that sat near the window and set it down. Then he pulled up on the metal cover of the plate with a sarcastic flourish. The smell hit her first, making her mouth water, before she caught sight of a perfectly seared steak, stuffed mushrooms, and au gratin potatoes.

Her favorite indulgence dinner. One the prime minister had insisted she order on company money many times.

Now it felt like a slap in the face. And yet she couldn’t stop herself from stepping closer, and picking up one of the mushrooms.

“Bold of you to eat something an assassin gave you,” he replied, his gaze piercing.

Again that flash of fear. She met his gaze and popped the mushroom in her mouth, swallowing it down with her unease. When nothing happened, she smirked.

“So you did get demoted.”

The driver crossed his arms. “I am many things to my king besides his assassin. And right now he deems you important enough to waste my time on. You should be grateful for that. I don’t know how long that’s going to last with the way you keep resisting him and it won’t end well for you when it does.”

Anger flared, hot and sudden, in her chest. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fact. You’re in a very precarious position right now. Whatever favor you have with my king is fragile and you’re not going to last long if you keep taking a hammer to it.”

But she wanted to take a hammer to it, just like he took a hammer to her trust. If anyone struck first, it was him and he deserved nothing from her in return. She should spit in his face the next time she saw him.

The driver looked at her expression and shook his head. “He’s right — you’re as stubborn as a goddamn mule.” Then he shrugged and added, “ Well, it’s your funeral,” before striding off to the door.

“Your concern is touching,” she said acidly.

He stopped at that, hand on the knob. When she met his gaze again, it had turned serious.

“By the way, I need you to understand something: you will always know when I’m in the room with you.”

Her brow furrowed. What did that have to do with anything? “ . . .Okay?”

“When I psychologically torture someone out of their sanity, it’s done on purpose.”

He was talking about her breakdown that morning. Embarrassment crept up her neck in a heated flush at the reminder. She hadn’t believed him that morning when he tried to claim his innocence. He sounded more believable now. Almost . . .contrite?

Before she could respond, he shut the door. The click of the lock sounded after him.

When she looked back at her food, all appetite had left her. She tossed it in the trash and went back to sleep.

She slept all through the night until dawn, jerking awake from a nightmare where she was buried alive under the castle. There was no sleeping after that. Instead she took a long hot bath to calm her heart and settle her thoughts. Only after she had dressed in fresh leggings and a dark red t-shirt did a soft knock sound at her door.

She froze. It didn’t sound like the assassin’s knock. He practically busted the door down, hoping to wake her up. No one else knocked because they didn’t need to -- it wasn’t like she could open the door for them.

The knock sounded again, soft but insistent.

“ . . .yes?” she asked warily.

“Val?” The king’s voice twisted her stomach into sudden knots. “May I come in?”

As if he would let a simple no stop him. Shel debated saying it anyway, just to be contrary, just to fight the habit of always granting him what he asked for because that was her job.

But she didn’t think she could handle another death threat this early in the morning.

“ . . .fine,” she said, terse.

The door swung open and he stepped in, dressed in loose jeans and a soft t-shirt looking not like a king but an ordinary man, someone stepping out to check the mail or buy groceries. As prime minster, even his casual outfits included slacks or a button down shirt.

But more shocking than his clothes was the pointed lack of another’s footsteps behind him.

“Where’s your shadow?” she asked, arms crossed.

He gave her a lopsided smile. “He prefers not to be conscious at this hour unless I have a need for him.”

“I can’t say I miss him,” she muttered.

“Yes, you two mix like oil and water.”

“Well that’s what happens when someone tells you they’ll happily kill you the literal second their boss gives the order.”

He snorted, a tiny huff of laughter she’d heard a hundred times before and that certainly does not make her heart twist. “I can’t fault you for that. He has a very intense flavor of loyalty.”

Some demented bitter thing in her chest twisted at the sound of that, a hot spear of jealousy, which she snuffed out immediately.

“What do you want?” she asked instead.

“We didn’t get to finish our discussion yesterday,” he replied.

“Discussion? You mean the one where you told me I could never go back home again or my life is over?”

“I never said it was a guarantee. Just a risk. You’re free to go home any time you like. I’m not forcing you to stay here.”

And yet her door stays locked and she can’t watch the news.

“Well excuse me for not wanting to risk execution or life imprisonment for your bullshit.”

There’s that crooked smile again. He didn’t look the least bit guilty and it infuriated her. “You don’t know even a quarter of my bullshit. There’s still more to share. Shall we?”

He held out his arm, bent at the elbow, like they were about to enter a charity gala. It made her want to throw something.

“Do I have a choice?” she asked.

“Not particularly.” He cocked his head to the side, looking pensive. “I want you to know who I truly am. You deserve that much.”

All his deadly glares, casual threats on her life, the guiltless ease in which he took over her life flared to her memory.

“I’ve seen enough, thanks.”

“I promise you have not.”

Something about his steady, insistent tone made her pause. Whatever he wanted to tell her, he considered it deeply, unshakably important. It stirred morbid curiosity in her. What could be bigger than the king of the hidden kingdom wanting to invade the other city states? How the hell do you top that?

“Fine,” she relented. “But I’m not holding onto your arm.”

“As you wish.”

He guided her down the halls with a faint touch at her lower back which was worse. It was too intimate, too loaded. After several minutes walking, they came to a large, ornate sitting room, every inch of the walls lined with art. One wall contained nothing but royal portraits.

“This is my family, all the way from the very first of our dynasty,” he said with obvious pride.

At least twenty portraits hung in gilded frames. She tried to feign indifference but it was difficult. Not only could she track the changing fashion trends throughout history, but she also kept discovering all pieces of his features, like a scavenger hunt. This king had his nose, this queen gifted him her eyes.

It carried on all the way until the third most recent portrait, which looked unsettlingly like him: King Aris. They could have been twins. In fact, she thought it was him, save for the date of his reign, which occurred over a hundred years ago. The portrait next to it looked nothing like him. And neither did the last.

“Even in the age of photography, each ruler has had a traditional portrait made and hung here,” he said softly behind her.

“Except for you,” she realized. “Did you not have time for it when you were pretending to run another city state?”

“I do have my portrait up there. I’m surprised you didn’t recognize it.”

Her eyes flickered over to what would have been his great-grandfather. “Are you such a genetic throwback to your ancestor that they didn’t bother painting another one?”

He chuckled, stepping up beside her. “No. That one is mine.”

She squinted at the dates again. Had she mis-read them? But if it was him, why wasn’t it the most recent portrait?

“He died a hundred and seven years ago.” She shot a glare at him. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think you’re brilliant,” he said seriously. “And you’re right — I did die.”

One of his hands lifted to gently brush against his portrait almost with the wistful nostalgia of a parent looking at photos of their child.

“Every ruler of this kingdom has been born with a power. In fact, most residents of this kingdom are born with one. Everyone thought I was the rare exception, that I was born with nothing. My enemies thought I was an easy mark because of it and they banded together to assassinate me and split the kingdom up into their bartered pieces. That’s why the city states are no longer united.”

She knew the city states had once been one continuous kingdom and that civil war had split it apart. But nothing in her textbooks explained this part of the story.

“How did you survive?” she found herself asking despite herself.

His gaze cut towards hers. “I didn’t. I died. And then I was reborn.”

“ . . .reborn.”

“I do have a power, as it turns out.” He smiled and it held a terrifying edge to it. “Reincarnation. I spent my second life rebuilding my support, gathering my forces until I died again. And now I’m on my third life, back in the position I belong in.”

“So you’re effectively immortal,” she said slowly, the process of the truth and all its implications a slow trickle.

Immortal. He could die, sure. But he would come back -- with all of his memories. He would always come back. No one could ever stop him — just delay him.

She swallowed down the anxiety spiking in her chest and dared to ask, “So what’s the goal here? What’s all these secrets and plans for?”

“Reunification,” he said softly. “To piece back together what was taken from me.”

“You mean reuniting the city states.”

A steely glint surged in his eyes. “By diplomacy, blackmail, or force. I don’t care what it takes.”

Her mouth fell open. “It’s been over a century! You can’t just slap it back together like they’re puzzle pieces. The cultures have shifted, economics are specialized, national identities have split. You saw all that!”

“I did,” he said evenly. “I also saw how much they struggle alone. All the trade disputes between each other, all the political spats and blackmail, the half hearted cold wars between them and alliances that change with the wind. They are so much weaker apart than we were together.”

“So strong together that you were assassinated and they split to pieces?” she pointed out, crossing her arms.

“That happened because I trusted the wrong person,” he nearly growled. “And that will never happen again.”

“A paranoid monarch who uses violence — that’s never gone badly in history.”

He breathed in sharply and she felt grim satisfaction at getting under his skin. She’d heard that rarely during his time as prime minister and never directed at her no matter how she nagged him.

“You don’t understand. That's alright,” he said, voice tight. “I don’t expect you to. You don’t have all the pieces. You weren’t raised here.”

“Don’t you dare condescend to me,” she snapped, anger sparking like a match on kerosene. “You lost and you couldn’t handle it so you’re going to make millions of innocent people suffer the price of your tantrum. It’s insane and it’s not going to work.”

For a moment it looked as if she pushed too far. A deadly, icy glint hardened his gaze and his fingers curled into fists. Was this how she died, mouthing off to her former boss? Was his shadow lurking around, invisible, ready to stab her with a knife?

But then he took a deep breath and unclenched his hands. When he spoke again his tone was even and calm.

“I know that it will be difficult. I know that I could fail. But that isn’t going to stop me because I believe the end result is worth it. Maybe one day you will see that.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

He dared to smile at her, something small and fond and he didn’t deserve to look at her like that after everything. Like they were friends.

“You’re very stubborn. I should have remembered that.”

“Your shadow said the same thing.”

He gestured to the doorway. “Shall we get some breakfast?”

“No thanks. All your talk of forcible invasion kind of killed my appetite,” she said. “Just take my back to my cell.”

“A cell.” He snorted. “Your cell is more luxurious than any apartment you ever lived in.”

“A cage is a cage. It doesn’t matter how pretty it is,” she shot back.

He looked at her speculatively. “You know, we do have real dungeons in this castle. You could be languishing in one of them.”

“Then why aren’t I?” She refused to cower at his threats, not this time.

“Why indeed?” He stared at her, like a teacher waiting for the light bulb to go off.

And it did it. Of course. “You want something from me. What is it?”

A wistful look crossed his face. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear that part yet.” Then his hand appeared between her shoulder blades. “Come. Let's get you back to your cage.”

Part 6

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lets-try-some-writing · 3 months

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For Secret of the Primacy: I don't know if anyone else has asked this, but does Optimus accept Megatron's request? If he does, how to the other Decepticons and Autobots react? If he doesn't, what is Megatron's reaction? Does Optimus take his time to answer?

(Feel free to delete this if someone has already asked/requested something like this.)

Ah yes, an excuse to write for this au. Fantastic.

Previous part here.

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Megatron's offer was a... delicate thing for Optimus to consider. Megatron was his life long foe. Adhering to his request and coming to the Nemesis was akin to stepping into a burning building and praying to any watching higher power that a beam didn't drop on his helm and kill him. But failure to comply was not only an emotional risk, but also a lost opportunity. If he went with Megatron, he would potentially gain access to Decepticon data as well as information regarding his Sire. It was a win for him, and yet it left him suspicious. What did Megatron want?

Out under the stars, Optimus considered in silence until he decided to simply ask.

Optimus: What do you desire from me in return.

Megatron: As I already said, I wish to know more of your origin.

Optimus: You know everything of relevance. What is it you truly seek?

Megatron: Confirmation, or perhaps closure. I am not unfeeling, Prime.

Optimus hesitated, his logical processors left running through countless scenarios as he contemplated. This could end horribly very very quickly. And yet... the offer of information and the chance before him could not be overlooked. Megatron would have killed him already if that was what he wanted. The warlord was looking to gain something from their interactions, and Optimus highly doubted keeping him as a hostage was the full plan. He was, at his core, replaceable. Not to mention if need be, he could still do severe damage to the Nemesis before being brought down.

It was a logical and relatively sound offer. Thus, Optimus requested a day to prepare, and they went their separate ways with a place and a time to meet. Optimus returned to his team and informed them that he would be going on a week long scouting mission and due to the distance, would largely be out of contact. Ratchet wasn't pleased, Arcee wasn't either. Bulkhead and Bumblebee were confused more than anything. But none present wanted to deny Optimus what they assumed was a poor attempt to ask for some alone time. To them, there was no other mech who could use a break more than their Prime.

Ratchet prepared Optimus some rations and requested an update daily. Arcee slipped Optimus a hidden blade to keep in his arm guard in the event that something happened. Bulkhead patted Optimus on the back and wished him well, and Bumblebee gave his Sire a hug. It was a simple but heartfelt farewell for what the team assumed was a simple trip. Guilt plagued Optimus's mind as he elected to not tell them of his plans. They would never allow him to leave, at least not with Megatron. This he needed to do alone. It was dangerous, but in the worst case scenario, he could always call for a ground bridge, or even fight his way out. He'd been on the Nemesis before, and he could hold his own for a limited amount of time against the Decepticons. Megatron was a mech of honor when he felt like it.

It was risky, but there was much to be gained... at least, that was his hope.

He made his way to the designated meeting point even though he knew the team would worry the moment they saw his signature moving far faster than it should have. Once he was at the meeting place, Megatron emerged from a ground bridge and beckoned him to follow with a smile. It was unnerving and Optimus quietly readied his hidden blade just in case things fell apart. However, after venting deeply, he followed Megatron through the portal with only a quick message back to Ratchet.

[[If this doesn't work, I hope you will forgive me. I want to know the truth, and if all goes well, I will gather other vital information as well. Thank you for everything Ratchet. I pray that I will return to you soon.]]

With his message sent, Optimus followed his enemy and stepped aboard the Nemesis. Unease rattled his spark as Megatron smiled and led the way to the Command deck. Optimus did not know what he should have expected, but a vial of sedatives to the neck was not on his list of potential outcomes. He wheezed and his vision blurred, but before he lost consciousness, Arcee's gifted blade found its mark, slashing across Megatron's face even as Optimus was forced into recharge.

When he returned to consciousness, he was strapped down on an examination table and a series of cables connected to his processors through ports normally well hidden. He was too sluggish to move and his whole frame ached. All he was able to do was listen as Megatron began to make plans with Shockwave and Knockout.

Megatron: Does he possess the correct coding?

Knockout: Surprisingly, yes. Despite his physical age and maturity, his coding has not completed its development. He could still theoretically be moved from one frame to another-

Megatron: Excellent. Get that relic out of him and prepare to transfer his spark to a protoform. Ensure the protoform in question is adequately adjusted.

Knockout: My Lord, I will gladly obey, but you must realize that tampering with the relic is highly dangerous! Not to mention moving him to a new frame could cause incredible stress-!

Megatron: What are the issues that concern you, Doctor?

Knockout: The Matrix is tied to him. Trying to remove it could kill him! If you want him dead then by all means go forward with this plan, but if you want a live Prime, he needs that relic at least until I can create a stabilizer to replace it.

Megatron: Very well. Leave the relic until there is a way to remove it. Anything else?

Knockout: He may have the correct coding, but putting him in a protoform is just asking for all sorts of mutations. He needs a stabilizing element, a CNA contribution of some sort considering there are no hot spots for him to go roll in.

Megatron: Then find someone aboard the Nemesis. I want him and that relic dealt with before the cycle's end!

Optimus watched in horror as Megatron grinned down at him. Knockout simply sighed and raised a blade with a murmur about not wanting to damage such a fine frame.

Optimus Prime finally came to fully understand just what his Sire endured as he was picked to pieces for a purpose he did not know. Memory faded in and out as the Doctor worked, but all the while Optimus recalled searching for Ratchet, desperately hoping the mech who treated him so tenderly would come save him. His attempts to call to the team were fruitless, and in his moments of awareness, he noted Knockout had removed his tracker or otherwise blocked the team's ability to find him. He was stranded and alone.

What a foolish decision it was to come to the Nemesis. He regretted it more with every moment and only found himself aware enough to actually process data once more when he came online in a far smaller frame. He was without many features, his new body not yet adjusted to his CNA. The Matrix wrapped around him almost like a ribcage in order to fit his small form. But aside from a few familiar features such as his finials, he also noted a few smaller adjustments, namely the duel datacables that he sensed distantly on his back.

He could not speak, he could not act. Alone and weakened, all he could do was go limp when Soundwave and Megatron came to look him over.

"He has accepted your CNA well. Take care of him Soundwave. Orion's sparkling should be preserved at all costs. I refuse to allow his memory to fade."

Soundwave collected Optimus and carried him as if he weighed nothing. Optimus, having endured his forced reformat, merely groaned. Of course, Megatron was not to be trusted. What a fool he was to even believe in a vague concept of honor. Megatron was always obsessed with his Sire. Was it really a surprise that he would try to claim what little remained of Orion Pax? He was lucky to be alive...

Soundwave took him away, and before Optimus knew it, a new schedule formed for him. He did not fully understand, but the warlord, seemingly drunk on whatever the dark energon did to him, had fully devoted himself to preserving that which remained of Orion. Megatron held no love for him. Instead, the Decepticon instructed Soundwave to tend to Optimus. That tending came... with adjustments. Every cycle he was trained in the craft of the spymaster and dutifully educated in the ways of the original Decepticon creed. Soundwave was not loving or affectionate, but he was a devoted teacher.

Cycle in and cycle out, Optimus obeyed. He couldn't fight, not when his very frame seemed so frail. He could not trust his limbs, nor could he trust his mind without wondering if his thoughts were influenced by the Matrix or Soundwave's teaching. He'd fallen for Megatron's trap, and now he remained until the warlord grew tired of him. He could only hope his team were safe and that they could continue the fight without his aid.

Locked on the Nemesis in a frame not his own, Optimus learned. And given time, he learned one important skill.

He learned to bide his time and scheme.

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glitteringcrab · 5 months

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Nip this in the bud

I have some thoughts about Rick's "choice" at the end of Unmortricken.

Namely, this choice:

At the time I thought that Rick Prime's proposal was absurd.

Evil Morty was only a temporary ally, that's true.

It's also true that Evil Morty and Rick C-137 had also clashed violently in the past (although it seems that Rick Prime didn't know that; he just knew that Rick C-137 the eye-patched Morty had a connection with each other) so in truth this alliance was really flimsy.

Of course, Rick Prime was simply trying to save his own skin at the time; use this to distract Rick C-137, gain a few minutes maybe, find a chance to escape.

However, I found the notion crazy and I wasn't surprised when Rick C-137 completely ignored Rick Prime.

After all, said temporary ally had just:

helped him locate his nemesis

helped him escape said nemesis' trap

helped him fight his nemesis

ultimately was the one to actually beat Rick Prime

revived Rick C-137 while he could have left him for dead

gave Rick C-137 the satisfaction (closure? disappointment?) of letting him be the one to kill his nemesis.

That's quite a list of debt Rick C-137 built up towards Evil Morty.

All that for the low, low price of Evil Morty, a person whose whole characterization centred around being left alone, having a weapon that could kill anyone, as a deterrent. So he could be left alone.

Honestly, I had trouble imagining what kind of tantrum Rick Prime thought Evil Morty might throw (although he didn't know Evil Morty's whole deal was Being Left Alone, so it's understandable on his part).

And what on earth meant "nip this in the bud", anyway? It wasn't like Evil Morty was walking off with the weapon plans in a briefcase; they were in his mind. Rick C-137 couldn't just snatch them away; he could theoretically ask nicely for Evil Morty to delete them but this wouldn't work lol (also I'd bet my hat that whatever implant Evil Morty has in his brain that allows him to connect to the eyepatch also shields him against being mind-blown, although even if that theory is true, Rick Prime wouldn't know it).

Basically, the only way to "nip this in the bud" would be for Rick C-137 to storm out of the room immediately (maybe at best after shooting Rick Prime in the head instead of taking his sweet time to beat him up) and promptly attack his temporary ally with lethal intent.

That's the only way he could have "nipped this in the bud".

And that would be quite the betrayal towards said temporary ally, considering the abovementioned list of debt that was built up, and considering Evil Morty's simple desire to be left alone.

(Also, I honestly doubt Rick C-137 could have even done it, since he could barely stand on his own two feet when Evil Morty revived him, while as far as Rick C-137 knew, Evil Morty left the fight unscathed. I'm not sure how that fight would have gone.)

However, apparently none of this were in Rick C-137's mind at the time. In the interview "Inside The Episode: Unmortricken", the creators said the following thing:

"There are parts of us that might cost us the things that we really want. There is an implicit choice there, where Evil Morty is giving Rick a decision where you can either stay here and beat the shit out of this guy until he's dead, which is what you supposedly have always wanted, and while you're doing that, that's gonna be the reason why I'm walking away with the power to destroy everything you ever cared about."

Also, Dan Harmon said that by letting Evil Morty get away with the Omega device, Rick "basically gave a leash that’s around his neck to someone that isn’t him, because he’s more invested consciously in the destruction of himself".

So it seems Rick C-137 is crazedly self-destructive (shock). He was well aware that Evil Morty might some day in the future appear in his garage through a yellow portal, and that Rick C-137 would have to follow him and do whatever was asked of him, because otherwise Evil Morty might Omega his entire family. And he didn't care because he (thought he) wanted to slowly kill Rick Prime more than he wanted to care for the remaining family he has.

And he didn't think of whether it was indeed possible to nip this in the bud, or if turning against his temporary ally would be the right thing to do, or if it was even necessary considering Evil Morty only wanted it as a deterrent... or anything else.

Where I'm going with this, is:

if Freaky Mortys Theory is true then I CAN'T BELIEVE WE UNDERESTIMATED EVIL MORTY AGAIN because he's TOTALLY a threat and I can't believe I'm saying this but RICK PRIME WAS RIGHT, BUDDY YOU SHOULD HAVE TOTALLY NIPPED THIS IN THE BUD.

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soundcrusher · 1 year

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How Hot Rod accidentally took over the Decepticons and became Rodimus

Hah, I did it! I finally finished this mess of a story!

And, honestly, it's pretty serious, until the end. Then it becomes somewhat weird.

Either way, @ut-girl666 and @gaybot-showdown, I hope the both of you will love this.

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Hot Rod should have listened to Kup when he told him to stand back and let Optimus deal with Megatron himself. The tank was his former friend turned enemy after all, but did that stop the young speedster from running towards the two and distract Megatron by engaging into a duel with him when the prime as down? No, it didn’t, and in hindsight, it was still a better idea than letting Megatron kill their leader.

Still, Hot Rod should have done something else, because then he wouldn’t be pinned down underneath Megatron. With the warlord’s weight slowly crushing him as if he was nothing more than a bug. And the worst part? There was no-one who could help him. Not with the Decepticons keeping everyone away, because apparently, if the leader is challenged to a duel, it means that no-one is allowed to interrupt. Something Hot Rod found ridiculous, because everyone’s interrupting Optimus and Megatron when they’re fighting together. What makes his fight with the warlord different?

What the frag did he do, when he yelled, “Hey, buckethead! You, me, one on one! Now!” Was that some kind of codeword for ‘I’m-gonna-kill-that-one-myself”? Or did it mean something else? Maybe he should have listened to Kub when he was explaining some of the Decepticons rules and such, but the lesson was rather boring and Hot Rod had better things to do. There was a race… and he wanted to go racing, not learn about ‘Decepticon’s rules of combat 101’.

Either way, he shouldn’t think about what was, but rather how he’s going to get out of this situation without dying or damaging anything. Which is easier said than done, because Megatron had him pinned and was about to dig his digits into Hot Rod’s optics, when the younger mech remembered his flames. And before Megatron could end his live for good, Hot Rod grabbed his opponent’s arm, giving the warlord a defying glare, before letting his frame heat up. Making sure that Megatron couldn’t escape him until his frame set itself on fire. Burning the tankformer and causing him to let go of the speedster.

But before Megatron could recover, let alone counter Hot Rod’s fiery attack, the smaller mech was already grabbing for the blaster laying near them and fired one shot. A shot that went straight through the warlords spark and caused everyone fighting to stop, as the shock of what happened settled in. At least, until a shrill shriek pierced the eery stillness that has spread across the battlefield.

“MEGATRON HAS FALLEN, I, STARSCREAM, AM NOW THE LEADER OF THE DECEPTICONS!” Although, as the flier landed and looked over his ‘new subjects’, none of them paid him any attention. No. All their optics were directed at the trembling mech who ended Megatron and was currently aiming his blaster at any Decepticon trying to come closer to him.

“Stay back! I’m not afraid to shoot again!” Screamed Hot Rod, and much to his surprise, the Decepticons stopped walking closer. Which the young speedster took as his chance to transform and drive off. Although, he didn’t make it far, because the Constructicons quickly transformed into Devastator and simply picked up the, by now, flailing Autobot at Soundwaves command. “Hey! But me down Decepticreep! I’m not a toy car for you to play with!” But the big mech wouldn’t listen and simply held Hot Rot like a misbehaving robo-kitten, while the smaller mech was doing his best to kick at the giants servo, not caring about if he would fall or not.

And while Devastator was making sure Hot Rod wouldn’t escape, Starscream was in a one-sided screaming match with Soundwave. Demanding to know what the cassette player meant when he said that he, Starscream, was not the new leader of the Decepticons, but rather that stupid Autobot with the obnoxious paint job. To which Soundwave simply shook his head, before commanding the Decepticons to retreat back to Austrotrain and return to Cybertron. Together with the kicking and screaming Autobot, who was quickly tossed into the waiting dripple changer and restrained by Hook and Mixmaster, after Devastator disengaged and turned back into the Constructicons.

And after the last Decepticons made it into Astrotrain, the shuttle took off, while the Autobots could do nothing but stare on and wonder what exactly happened that made them take one of their own and ditch the deactivated remains of their former leader. Something one of the Decepticons took a picture off, because seeing Optimus Prime with his optics as wide as saucers and Ultra Magnus with his jaw on the floor was just too good.

Although, the mood was quickly ruined as the remaining Decepticons started to fight amongst each other, because half of them couldn’t believe that an Autobot defeated Megatron and had a claim to the position of leader, while the other half stood behind their rules. Especially Soundwave and Starscream were at each other’s throats and ready to defend their opinions, when Astrotrain informed them that they might not make it to Cybertron if they didn’t lose and ballast. And with Starscream being Starscream, he suggested to throw out those who were already on their best way to the AllSpark. However, before anyone could grab anyone from the injured, Hot Rod decided to speak up.

“You can’t throw them out.” Said the speedster, while his spoiler lowered ever so slightly in discomfort as everyone stared at him. “I mean… yes, our chances are higher if we ‘dispose’ of them, but they’re your comrades. You CAN’T throw them out, just because they’re hurt.”

“Oh, really now? Didn’t you hear Astrotrain? We’re going to die ourselves if we don’t get rid of the useless ones.” Countered Starscream with one of his insufferable smirks, as he walked closer to the bound Autobot with the intend to throw him out first, but he was stopped by Soundwave. Who was glaring at the second in command through his visor. “Observation: Autobot defeated Megaton in a duel. Conclusion: Autobot new leader. Suggestion: Starscream follows orders.”

“As if I would ever take the order of an insufferable Autobot who knows nothing about us and our faction!” Seethed the seeker, but the communications officer did not move from his spot. Rather, he started to slowly push Starscream back, before addressing the rest of the Decepticons, while Hot Rod is left to bonder on what to do next. Kup might have thought him a few things, but never has he prepared him for this kind of situation. And he doubted that anyone from the Autobots would send someone to rescue him.

Not with them having to deal with the mess Megatron’s troops have caused.

Well, at least he didn’t have to help with the repairs. That was one positive thing in all of this, but the situation was still very bad for him. Especially with Soundwave looking his way every time he tried to move a little bit. And then there were the ones Starscream would have thrown out. They kept on staring at him, as if they owed him something or were expecting him to change his mind after all. So, Hot Rod’s only option was waiting and seeing where this was going. Then again, this whole mess could have turned out worse than he ever expected. But, to his surprise, it didn’t.

And after landing on Cybertron, Hot Rod was forced to learn everything he needed to know as the new leader of the Decepticons. Which not only included how to tell apart each of the Seekers, but also things he was sure not even Optimus had to deal with.

Like, making sure that Starscream wouldn’t poison his energon or make sure a certain big lipped mech wouldn’t go on a needless killing spree. Truly, Hot Rod, who was more known by his new name “Rodimus” by now, had his servos full and it often didn’t leave him any time for his own personal live or hobbies. At least Hook took him fishing sometimes and Soundwave always made sure that he was okay. And then there were all the others he slowly managed to befriend. Like Thundercracker and Skywarp. Which didn’t really come as a surprise to him because they were rather pissed at Starscream for trying to throw them out.

Although, there was also those who still liked him, but utterly unsettled Hot Rod. Like the Insecticons. Hot Rod was sure that the only reason they stayed with him was because he also kept them from being discarded like yesterday’s garbage. And then there was the whole situation with that masked mech. Yea, Hot Rod always made a big circle around that one or backtracked entirely whenever he was close.

However, being liked by some Decepticons and having most of the commanders behind him didn’t mean that there weren’t those who still hated the fact that a former Autobot was now leading them. And next to Starscream’s murder attempts, Hot Rod also had to deal with Decepticons walking up to him and challenging him to a duel. Luckily, he never had to take more than one, but it was still tiring. Especially with the peace treaty meetings he had to attend and that seemed to have dragged on for years now.

Speaking of which, he was currently attending one with Soundwave, Starscream and two other mechs he kind of forgot the names of. Although, one was definitely named something with Lock? Honestly, Hot Rod has never met that guy before and frankly, with the way Lock kept on staring at him right now, he was kind of happy about it. How did Megatron deal with him, or all the other weirdly bloodthirsty Cybertronians in his army?

“Hot Rod, what do you think of our propositions?” Asked none other than Optimus Prime, and Hot Rod found himself groaning internally at having to answer him.

“The name’s Rodimus now, Prime, I thought I told you that before.” Said the young leader, as he grabbed the data-pad containing the peace treaty. Although, he was quick to drop it as soon as he saw that his, and in extend his factions suggestions, weren’t accepted into the newest version. “Seriously? You guys didn’t even once think about adding the stuff we worked hard to compile? Do you know how long it took to actually get everyone to work together?!”

Hot Rod knew that looking impatient or angry wasn’t the best look for a leader, but quite frankly? He didn’t give two fucks about what Optimus, nor the other Autobots thought of him. They lost their rights to judge him the second he heard some of them call him a traitor for joining a faction he never intended to lead. “Like, it was already hard to get their respect, and even now I don’t have it fully. So, them opening up to actually give me suggestions on what they want in this is a huge step!”

“I can imagen Hot… Rodimus. But I cannot allow gladiatorial matches to continue, even if they have limitations and fixer rules than before. Let alone pardon Decepticons who committed crimes.” Optimus looked at the young speedster, searching for understanding, but finding none. No, Hot Rod only grew angrier at the prime before him.

“As if Autobots have never committed crimes!” This time it was Starscream who spoke up, and Hot Rod nodded in agreement.

“Also,” started the young leader, as he folded his servos before him and looked at every Autobot. Giving them a look, he learned while playing a game of earth poker against the Stunticons. “Let’s not forget of who the Autobots and Decepticons are mostly made up. You and everyone attending this meeting knows exactly what I mean, Prime. So, I suggest you better rework the treaty with our suggestions in it before you call me again.”

And with that said, Hot Rod stood up and left the meeting together with his entourage. Keeping up the appearance of a confident leader, but the second they were back on their ship and in their meeting room, Hot Rod quickly collapsed into the nearest chair. Whole frame shaking from the anxiety he felt before and during his talk with Optimus. However, there was also a sense of accomplishment because he just talked with Optimus, fragging, Prime as if he was nothing more than a co-worker with whom he had a simple disagreement. That counted as a win, right? Well, at least it felt like a win to Hot Rod.

But his mental victory parade came to a screeching halt, as he remembered that he wasn’t alone. So, Hot Rod quickly sat back up straight and motioned for everyone present to take a seat. And even as the one named Lock remained standing, the young leader insisted on him to take a seat. “Come on, everyone’s sitting. You should sit too.” Said Hot Rod with one of his winning grins, which only grew wider as Lock finally sat down. Only then did he start the small meeting where they discussed the new developments on the peace treaty and how the meeting with Optimus generally went.

Which gave Starscream another great opportunity to insult Hot Rod, because their young leader, despite having lived with the Decepticons for some years now, was still a former Autobot. And while the second in command started to go on a small rant about how the failures of their peace treaty was clearly Hot Rod’s fault, the former Autobot found himself slowly sinking in on himself. He really did mess up, didn’t he?

Yes, he did manage to get a shaky cease fire between the factions, but apparently, he was doing a really bad job with everything else. And Starscream’s words didn’t hep him either. So, to get his second in command’s attention, Hot Rod slammed his servos down on the conference table and stood up as small flames danced over his arms.

“Okay, I get it. You’re not happy with me being the leader, and you’re not happy with the peace treaty taking so long, but we already have a cease fire. A shaky one, yes, but we have it and I swear on my spark, if you do anything to ruin that, I will personally see to it that someone else is getting your position as my second!” Seethed the young leader. And Starscream was quick to answer, as he himself jumped up. Mimicking Hot Rod by slamming his own servos down on the table, just minus the flames.

“You can’t do that! I’M the second in command of this army, you can’t just take my position and give it to someone else! Who would you even give it to?!” Screeched the seeker.

“I don’t know.” Answered Hot Rod honestly, before a playful smirk formed on his lips, as he crossed his arms over his chestplates while cocking an optic ridge. “But I’m sure that I can find someone. There are enough candidates after all. Like Overlord. I bet he would be a WONDERFUL second in command. He’s quite the politician, isn’t he?”

“YOU WOULD GIVE MY POSITION TO THAT BRUTE!?”

“Oh? He isn’t to your liking? Then how about Shockwave, or maybe I should ask Thrust? I bet he would LOVE to have your job.” Chuckled the young leader, before quickly dodging a shot coming from Starscream. “Alright, alright. You convinced me. I’ll give your job to… hmmm… Lock over there!” And with that said, Hot Rod quickly ran out of the meeting room. Transforming as soon as he was in the halls and speeding off towards his favourite spot on the ship, while listening to Starscream’s offended screeches and Soundwave’s attempts to calm the raging seeker.

Although, something that confused Hot Rod greatly was the sound of another Cybertronian coming after him, or better said, following him as if they were his bodyguard. And low and behold, there was the mech named Something-lock following and keeping up with him. He even seemed to get closer with each second, and the fiery speedster found himself unable to shake his pursuer.

So, he gave up trying, even if he didn’t want to lead Something-lock towards the only spot where he could ever get some peace for himself. Which was basically a simple storage room big enough for two mechs to fight in, but Hot Rod decorated to look and be a lot more comfortable.

And as his pursuer walked into the room, the red speedster was already flopping down on a bean bag chair Soundwave got for him. Kicking his pedes up and resting them on the wonky coffee table he made from some empty oil barrels and an old metal door.

“You know, usually when I leave a meeting like that, I DON’T want to be followed. Hasn’t Soundwave told you that?” Asked Hot Rod, as he pulled out a data-pad from his sup-space and started to read some of the reports on it, before throwing it on the coffee table and groaning. He already did enough work today, Soundwave surely can’t expect him to do more.

Although, he was quick to sit up straight as he saw Something-lock pick up the data-pad and read over it himself. Still with that same and stoic expression he had during their attempt at making a peace treaty with the Autobots and their meeting afterwards. Although, Hot Rod soon enough could spot a small smirk on his unwelcomed guest, and it made him vary.

Usually, Decepticons only got those smirks when thinking about attacking someone, or shortly before he had to duck and roll out of harm’s way. But it seemed like Hot Rod’s worries weren’t needed, because Something-lock started to laugh, after finishing the reports.

“You really beat up Overlord with a metal bat?”

“I… ehm… yea?” Okay, Hot Rodd was confused. Like, seriously confused, because he was expecting the other to attack him, not commend on one of his duels. “Granted, the metal bat only came after I already did some damage with my fire, and I didn’t really ‘beat him up’. I just… hit him with it? But don’t ask me how I did it because I have no idea. According to my own calculations, I should have lost. Like, I shouldn’t even be here right now. I should be a smudge on the ground, or worse.”

“But you still did it.” Stated Lock, before sitting down cross legged on the other side of the coffee table. “Not many can say that they managed to survive one of Overlord’s fights, let alone beat him… with a metal bat.”

Hot Rod couldn’t help but groan. He specifically told Soundwave that this duel shouldn’t be as well documented as the others. Not only because he feared of what his challenger would do, if he found out that everyone could read up about their fight, but also because it wasn’t a big deal. There were many he had to duel with, especially at the start of his leadership, and it wasn’t anything special.

And yet, he could see the interest in Lock’s optics and that small, curved up smirk as he commented on how modesty didn’t suit a Decepticon leader. Which in return got another groan from Hot Rod, as he got up from his bean bag and walked over to a big chest. “If I show you the bat, will you drop the issue and leave it be?” He asked, and found himself repressing yet another groan as soon as he saw Lock’s smirk.

“Maybe?

“Well… good enough for me.” Was all the speedster said, as he pulled out a hot pink metal bat littered with small white flowers and the face of a cat with a bow. And dangling from the hilt of the bat by a chain was the exact same bat, only human sized. “Here, this is it, the weapon.”

“… Why is there a cat on it and how did you get that?” Asked Lock, and Hot Rod blinked at him slowly, before shaking his head. “It’s Hello Kitty, a very popular little cat and… I got it from a human child who’s very dear to me. Well, I got the small bat from him as a joke, and Soundwave got me the bigger one, after seeing it.”

“And you decided to keep it, because?”

“Because they were gifts from my friends. I would never throw away something I got from them.” Was all he said, as he put the bat back in its place, before returning to his own. And after that, it was quiet. But not in an uncomfortable way, but rather something aching to what it was like when Hot Rod spend time with his Autobot friends. Which got him thinking about the past years and how much he’s missing out by being here, rather than with them.

Although, even if he went back now, Hot Rod doubts that he would even be welcomed. His former friends and comrades made it clear that they didn’t trust him anymore, and if that’s how it is, then Hot Rod… no… Rodimus didn’t need them.

“By the why, what’s your name? I didn’t really catch it when you showed up.”

“Deadlock.”

“Nice to meet you Deadlock, I’m Rodimus.”

#transformers #transformers au?#yea; definitely an au borrowing from g1 and mtmte...#honestly #this is just one big mess I wrote; because I could #tw character death #if I should add more trigger warnings; please let me know #hot rod/rodimus #soundwave #starscream #megatron #Optimus Prime #deadlock/drift #overlord gets mentioned #hot rod tries his best; okay?#also; I managed to fit in the hello kitty baseball bat #are you proud of me?

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Kirumi is easily one of my faves. There's a lot to like about this character.

Danganronpa 2 put our beloved characters into one of these hellish Killing Game scenarios but it also offered them a boon. Teruteru Hanamura, the Ultimate Cook, could make incredible feasts that would please the senses.

I mean, he fucking sucks and is a sex pest, but his cooking would at least keep spirits high and-- WHOOPS NEVER MIND HE DIES IMMEDIATELY, guess we're all fucked.

...

It's such a great jerking of the chain, that our characters have this one small pleasure to console them only for that pleasure to be torn away from them early on.

V3 takes that ball and runs with it. Kirumi is a national treasure. (Literally, even.) As the Ultimate Maid, she is a phenomenal figure who goes out of her way to provide for the students in any way they could possibly need. She cooks, she cleans, she assists in everything.

Kirumi Tojo is... pretty OP as a character, all things considered. Like, in this gigantic LARP, her Talent is one of the most fanficcy "really stretching the definition there bud" things in the game, because she's functionally Izuru Kamukura with none of the drawbacks.

Being the Ultimate Maid allows her to be an unparalleled master in infinity billion different skills, because her Talent is being able to provide whatever is required of her. You name it, she can do it. Which basically means that she's exceptional at all things, everywhere.

That's not an implication, either; It's explicit in the text. Her "maid skills" extend to such things as singlehandedly fighting off the entire mafia, helping the mafia leader reorganize his business plan into a legitimate enterprise, and becoming prime minister. That's not a take; Kirumi's backstory is using her Talent to secretly backdoor her character into being a Godmode Self-Insert.

It's, honestly, a thing of beauty. So long as she exists, the students of V3 will want for nothing.

...

So. Uh. About that.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #revisiting drv3 #kirumi tojo

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White savior anon again lol. So I go back and forth on the J/D romance. On one hand, the show going thru with it and Martin's fixation on incest makes me think there will be some type of romance. That being said, it's not going to end well because all their foreshadowing is negative lol and speaks of betrayal. Also, Martin intends to complete the story in two books, which is not realistic since he gardended himself into hundreds of interconnected main characters and plotlines - he needs to set the chess pieces in place for the climax in the last book in Winds but he literally cannot do all that in one book. So, how exactly he intends to write some sweeping, dynamic romance when Dani won't even step foot in Westeros until the last leg of the book is well, lol....good luck with that one. That's why the show romance was ass, it's hard for audiences to buy a romance between two people who met and conversed for approximately 20 minutes across 8 episodes - no development or investment. I just don't see how Martin has the page space or time to do all he needs to do with the other 9768 characters and plotlines while developing this supposed grand love story between J and D. He's a talented writer, but deeply inefficient and made some key mistakes - the ages of the characters, wasting so much time having characters walk around the riverlands, braavos, etc. while internally contemplating their shitty lives for chapter after chapter, like ok you're miserable we get it but this could have taken half the chapters - so now he's screwed himself as a result lol.

IDK about Jonsa, I believe Sansa is the girl in grey, and I do think per the show (I think a lot more big plot points were taken from Martin than readers want to believe tbh) Jon and Sansa will have a significant relationship in Winds, platonic or not, or at least he intended that to be the case, but idk if he is willing to Go There with that pairing. He let way too much time pass between books and social mores have changed quit a bit. The faux sibling almost incest trope was pretty big back in the 90s and early 2000s, but now? Not so much.

Jon and the Targ line ending with him. Sure there are people will targ blood still around like Brienne and the Baratheons. But none of them are the direct descendent/son of Targ prince who plunged the realm into a civil war over said Targ's birth lol. Sure it's not fair, but thematically it makes sense and I do think this is what was intended back in the 90s. Now? IDK lol.

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Oh yes, I've seen a lot of fans criticize how he allows himself to write so much of his favs (*cough* Tyrion *cough*) rather than streamlining. I can't figure out how he can bring all these characters and carry out the plots in two books either. I know he said they're big books, but there are so many things that have to happen and they characters are all still so scattered...I really don't know how he'll manage. Like, Sansa has to go North, reunite with Jon, reclaim Winterfell, be reunited with other Starks/handle succession, they have to deal with the Others and then there is Dany. It's a lot.

I don't think there could be a genuine romance with J/D at all. Jon's experienced the whole Ygritte situation, then he was assassinated, it doesn't make sense to me that he'd fall for an enemy so soon or trust one either, not with the guilt/betrayal he'll be feeling. I do think Dany is vulnerable with her belief that she needs another dragon rider/that will be a person she can trust and her romantic nature, so I think she could convince herself she can trust Jon and then he betrays her. That could be a fairly short-lived interlude though, since she's primed for it. There is also Euron and Aegon too though, and I had assumed that would be before she met up with Jon and if that's the case, Jon is not gonna have kind thoughts (if she kills Aegon), and Dany will be even less trusting (if she's dealt with Euron), so Idk. I don’t want anything to happen between J/D, but imo, there has to be some kind of relationship or trust to make it an awful scene when Jon stabbity stabs. Dany will have burned KL, if anyone else assassinates her, it’s badass, but I think Martin's way too anti war/anti violence to do that. I really think he's gonna want it to be painful.

Also, I’ve recently been wondering if instead of some past events being foreshadowing, they’re meant to work as explanation, justification for the end of the story. As in, I thought the mess of the war in canon and Robert’s Rebellion were meant to convince us that the moral thing would be to avoid war to spare life and that Jon would be KitN and kneel a la the king who knelt. The show’s bizarrely written inclusion of him kneeling seemed to support such an idea. Except, look at what the Targs became as rulers, where that ended for Westeros, and Dany has dragons and will have do her little KL bbq, so the moral thing in this instance isn’t submission, but neither is it all out war. I think that's the grounding for why it has to be faux submission then assassination.

I really don't think Martin would change his endgame now because of fan outrage or social norms, but imo, the foreshadowing isn't conclusive, or, I guess I should say, I see problems with every potential endgame, but particularly with Jon ending up at the Wall because of how it seems to answer problems Martin seemed interested in addressing. So, I think there's room for a nicer ending for him, if Martin wants it.

#anti jonerys #dot chat

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GMORNING !!!!! u know what time it is

EPISODE 8 TRIVIA:

- the big monster they fought in the beginning was called a Crawling Apocalypse which looks like this. terrifying !!!

- bizly really liked that william banished it. he was originally not gonna let him do that but then "i realized your character can do so little and that was cool so i said fuck it" we love william pity points he is such a loser and he rolls so terribly <3

- they start talking about one piece because grizzlys saying things abt how certain parts of dakota are inspired by luffy and bizly goes "ive never watched anime" which is the biggest lie in the world

- grizzly: "yknow we were about an hour into the episode before i realized wow i havent done anything productive yet"

condi: "you just hit on vyncents mom for like 20 minutes!!!!"

- and then they start talking about how dakota and chip (bizlys pc from riptide) would either be best friends or hate each other which is really funny bc there are now MULTIPLE what if crossover episodes where they meet and interact and thats exactly the dynamic . i love them

- condi wasnt expecting his dad to be dead, he thought theyd have to fight him

- he kind of hesitated taking the sword !! vyncent doesnt really know how to feel about using something that belonged to his father

- he wasnt entirely Present for the part where his dad betrayed the party, he was sort of fading in and out of consciousness so theres a chance he didnt actually get the full picture. condi knows this out of character and vyncent knows it in the back of his mind somewhere that his dad might not actually be fully evil but hes too angry to come to terms with that yet

- hes struggling a lot with the fact that his mom.doesnt know about the betrayal. he doesnt want to tell her because "its not his fathers pride at stake, its his mother's memory of him" and that makes me so . :(

- THE GREATS!!!!!!!! THE GREATS ARE HERE i love the greats. surely nothing bad is happening to them

- they have a couple theories as to whats going on with the greats:

-- condi: theyre in this state because vyncent took too long getting them back here out of his head

-- condi: they were killed when they got transported to the other world and there was no way to get them back completely

-- charlie: something happened in the time where vyncent was transported to prime and the greats had died, so someone did something to keep them alive by putting them in his head. maybe they could only be kept alive by being in vyncents head

- grizzly tries to insight check bizly irl to see if any of their theories are close so far. this does not work . he rolled a 17 btw

- none of them trust minerva they think she might be secretly working with the lich. bizly defends her by saying "shes also in the middle of basically an apocalypse i think shes allowed to be a little mean to you"

- le frog is the only french person ever. this is brought up with NO context no explanation

- bizly is sharing some of the thumbnail art from youtube because this was right around the time the first few episodes were being put up publically !! most of them are just the same as the official refs but the most important one is le frog bc im not actually sure if youve seen his offical design yet . also tide used to be white. we dont have to talk about white tide

- bizly says pd feels more like a DC comic than a Marvel comic. hes right about this

- charlie starts talking about marissa meyer books and this is important 2 me because the lunar chronicles was an extremely formative piece of media for me . she apparently has a book called renegades thats superhero themed and i have not read it yet but i put it on my list specifically because of this. wahoo!

tgis is SUCH good trivia for this ep thank u dude... ouagh. really solid meal here. i love these last couple episodes so much.. there's so much fun stuff happening here i'm enjoying all of the greats stuff & getting like a solid Vyncent Moment for a while.

i LOVE the william pity points its great! it WAS cool as fuck!! also i gain +5 hp every time a gm goes "who give a shit if this isn't technically how the game mechanics should work, it's fun for everyone at the table & makes for something cool and makes sense narratively."

that being said. i DID take SO MUCH PSYCHIC DAMAGE from how long dakota spent hitting on his fucking mom. Please. Please king !!! sob.

I ALSO WAS EXPECTING THEM TO FIGHT VYN'S DAD???? still not unconvinced that some lich undead bullshit isn't going to happen with that. god i'm so invested in figuring out what HAPPENED there... i love this type of murder mystery situation. & i also was genuinely unsure if he would take the sword or not!! really kind of an ohhh shit! moment when he did. imo. vyncent virion sol i love u.... also it's still INCREDIBLY funny 2 me that he's still in his normal clothes. i have not forgotten that he is just doin his fantasy bullshit thing in the just some guy drip. (<- i might have forgotten something but i've been assuming they no longer have/wear Official Hero Drip since they're no longer really sanctioned or on great terms w/ them? also i've been assuming that the episode-specific clothes & shit isn't really permanent... now that im thinking about it though please tell me wiwi hardcore blue flame black leather kickass spiky biker jacket remains. it's too cool for him. but. still.)

I LOVE THE GREATS SO MUCH... i hope nothing permanently bad happens to them :( i like them so dearly..... you know they r really solid folks because they spent a YEAR and change living in a teenager's brain & came out of the experience still bein so nice 2 him.... augh. also in general big fan of the system-adjacent bullshit :] i love it when theres. guy with guys in his head. etc. will b sad ab their departure but i hope they r OKAY and return 2 Being Alive & shit!! nervous laughter. also god i can't wait to find out what Actually Happened with them. hhrhrghghgghh.

THIS IS SO TRUE ALSO???? free my girl minerva she did nothing but have Literally Normal Reactions to TERRIBLE things happening!!!

I DON'T LIKE THAT LEFROG FACT. it raises the question of is he actually even french or like, is there even a point of reference for his behavior. like. What is going on there. Horrifying thank you!!!! also man this entire degree im working on would be useless! well. maybe prime quebec exists. somehow. independently of a hypothetical europe. HIS DESIGN IS SO FUN BTW. its so cute.. i WAS kind of imagining a mutant Big Real Fucking Frog situation but i think this is a lot more reasonable. also literally ignoring white tide I Do Not See it. It Does Not Exist.

ALSO. NOT GOING TO START TALKING AB COMICS FOR EVEN MORE PARAGRAPHS. BUT. he is so so so right. (<- dc comics guy with Opinions. well. technically im not even much of a dc guy im just a vertigo guy. but. still.) hghghghbhgh.

#ALSO... i remember reading ONE book of that series u just unlocked that memory... it was the only one our library had i think </3 #anyway. this is SO LONG but what ever... prime defenders thought dump time man im free from term paper hell i can do whaddever i want!!!#also HIII ilyyy hope u had a good day :]#mac tag!#pd lb #i need 2 start tagging these trivia ones specifically so i can go back n find em easily..#pd rolled #<- :3

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SULA’S SONG : Part 63 : DECISIONS, DECISIONS : A World of Sea tale (Work In Progress)

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The story was, as expected, pretty bad. At the end of the tally of ships damaged by attack, panic or both, it was Captain Aril who summarized, “Basically, the actual fire attack did major damage to nine ships that are, thanks to pressurized water fire fighting gear, going to be pretty easy to repair. None sank and none took major hull damage. That was the good news.

“The bad news is that ships trying to get away from the smoke had, what? Seven with severe rigging damage and minor hull damage from collisions and another eight that got rigging damage from bowsprits breaking it loose in very near miss situations.

“You have most of the rigging and minor hull damage repaired already. Three of the burned ships really need a building raft to repair properly. Personally, I would raise ONE of our building rafts and set to work!”

One of the listeners raised his hands for recognition and Captain Edvard called on him, “Captain Norin! What say you?”

Standing by his seat, he asked, “How do you plan to defend that raft? We only have the two and they are in basically the same spot. That will make them prime targets.”

Captain Mogar responded, “They already are prime targets. My guess, from what I have seen of them, the Borens would try to capture our rafts. Whether they kept them where they are or float them into Boren waters is a moot question. The thing that is NOT a question is whether they would try to use them against us. We know that they would.”

Hulden added, “That brings up a really good idea that we discussed on the way back here. WE can capture the last one of their private rafts! We could sever its anchorage hawsers and tow it into OUR waters. We were thinking of anchoring it at Sanch's Shallows. That would make it handy for us to use. We could use it for both repairs, war construction and as bait!”

“Bait? What do you mean, bait?”

Hulden snorted, “What do I mean? First, it will be a long way from OUR Gathering Rafts. Second, we are going to have to start making some serious weapons of our own. Better to make them on the Boren raft than ours. They are sure to strike at our production center. They might even sink it! If they do, they will be sinking their own raft! That is what I mean by bait!”

Captain Allison agreed, “The basic strategy is a good one. It will require us to engage at least several of the Boren fleet ships in the process. I KNOW that some of you want to give them back what they give us, I mean sinking them and either killing or leaving the survivors to drown.

“THAT IS SOMETHING THAT YOU MUST NOT DO! The Dark Dragon is here to restore the Ten Great Laws. Nothing else. We can fight by any means at our disposal. If we break those laws, that ship over there will attack us with the same efficiency that they are now using against the Boren fleet.”

“With that in mind, I move that we organize our first independent strike against the Boren fleet by taking that last privately held construction raft and bringing it here for our own use!”

With some grumbling about the restrictions on how they had to attack, the motion passed and committees were formed up to deal with the details. This was not going to be some strike concealed by the dark of the moons.

A separate committee was formed to deal with critiquing and setting up the logistics of the new defensive formation for the fleet at night. That was not going to be simple clear weather sailing! It was going to be far more complex than what they had been doing, sticking together as an organized group.

Far to the south, holding a course that only a few knew, the World Strider was being host to a convocation of Captains. The huge GREAT CABIN was crowded, each one supplied a stool which gave them a comfortable seat and ensured that all were below Karl on his high throne.

He had some of his animals circulating among the Captains, delivering packets of parchment. Done with the task, they quietly returned to Karl's throne, where leads were attached to their collars and they sat on the upper two steps of the dais until their services should be required again. One had served before and listened with care, having ideas of her own. Those had been shared among the rest of the World Strider's animals, who all now listened to everything that could be learned.

Karl opened the meeting by saying, “You all know of our War with the Corlis fleet. This meeting is to tell you all of the present situation, which has both good things and some problems.

“The war opened well, in spite of the loss of the whole battle group at their Gathering. Their fleet was thrown into disarray and shortly divided into three smaller groups. We were besieging the parts with one battle group to each part, intending to simply starve them into submission by keeping them from redweed harvesting and skelt fishing. As you all know, without those two things, people will starve, no matter what else they eat. That plan was working well.

“Just in case, we were building a substantial number of new fire-sloops and catapult bearing ships to use to attack and reduce any of the groups that did not wish to surrender to us.”

Karl gave a winning smile and lifted his hands in a gesture of humorous resignation. “Unfortunately, someone in the northernmost group of the Corlis fleet actually learned to THINK. We did not see it happen and the reports of our spies in the fleet have limited reliability. They broke the siege, destroying the entire battle group.

“They then used their tactics and numbers to free the remaining two parts of the fleet and rejoined the parts to make a not really well organized single fleet. However, they have attended to resupply fishing for redweed harvest and skelt fishing on a large scale.

“I know this for certain because I do have a captain who runs the supplies north. He is a cautious man who posted a high lookout at the top of a whipstaff. The high lookout not only reported what he saw, he assisted in keeping them from being seen. The supply ship returned with reliable news.

“We sent that mixed fleet that we had been building north. It was commanded by an able spy of ours who escaped from the Corlis fleet after the attack on their Gathering. He was chosen for knowing well how their thoughts work.

“You have all heard about the disaster that attack became. That was due to a new vessel entering the fray. Purportedly, it came from a secret fleet up in the Dragon Sea, though we did not learn that until later. In your packets, you will find all that we know of that vessel. Study that information well. I shall want your thoughts on how to deal with it.

“The attack fleet was intercepted while on its way north. That ship and two from the Corlis fleet struck at our attack fleet. It appears that about half of the fleet was either captured or sunk. In spite of that reverse, they persisted, setting up and executing a strike at the Corlis fleet.

“The spearhead of the attack went almost exactly as planned. Instead of the panic that was expected, several ships executed a turn, tacking into the wind in an organized fashion and met the spearhead directly, forcing it to break to the north and south. Only the southern action was visible to my watcher.

“As the spearhead broke to the south, catapult fire from the Corlis fleet took out some of the jibs of our ships, causing loss of control and confusion. One of the ships from the previous attack closed in on them and did much rigging damage and apparently put several into a sinking condition.

“That was when that big black ship closed in from the east, out of the sun, and trapped and smashed the rear of the attack. Our watcher did not stay to be caught. In spite of its size, that big black ship is very fast.”

Karl leaned back on his throne and casually stroked the head of one of his animals. “The Corlis fleet has not had it all their way. On the recent Moonsless night, we had a good solid strike against them. When our ships left, we had no casualties of any sort. The same cannot be said for the Corlis fleet!

“They had nine ships afire and seven more damaged by collisions caused by panic. They did have the toxic smoke of nine burning ships to avoid! That panic was not wholely unjustified!”

One of the assembled Captains, leafing through his packet, raised a hand for recognition. After he got it, he stood and shook his head, “We were not the only ones to use the Dark of the Moons. I see that you have informed us about the sinking of the Norden Group's building raft at the same time that we were hitting them.

“Is this not a serious disaster? How shall we make more weapons without a building raft to make them on?”

Karl nodded, beaming as he leaned forward intently, “Excellently asked, Captain Greis! The new weapon is a small, extremely simple dory built boat with some special design and building features. Essentially it is a very cheap device for using anhydrous drier in strong alcohol and light oil to create a large fire that will spread widely! They are so simple that they can be made on shipboard! The only real limit to making them is the available supplies!

“Those ships who will undertake this task, will receive supplies to work with and provisions for your crews.

“I have been candid with you because I want your ideas. While we are awaiting the banquet that is coming, I want you to confer with each other. We are seeking ideas for neutralizing that ship. If we can capture it, that would be best. Anything that might sink it is good too. Any weapons that might harm it are worthwhile.

“Now, let us go up on deck while our banquet is laid.”

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Behold the Temple of Light

tfw the liveblog you started to take your mind off Boris Johnson being prime minister has now outlasted both him and the monarch who appointed him

Before proceeding to Everlast, the party discuss D’s Journal; specifically what the deal with it is. They theorise that it must either be a mostly (but not entirely) accurate account of the future, or an account of another (almost identical) group of people in the past, neither of which seems all that plausible. The identity of the author is another mystery, especially given that Agnès at the very least is supposed to have already met them. The only candidate she can think of who might fit is Ringabel, who doesn’t remember writing it.

The fact that the author claims to be in love with Edea is another clue, but according to her neither of the two possibilities she can think of (un-named, but presumably Ringabel & Alternis) make any sense either. Reasoning that the book has predicted that they’ll meet whoever it is before long anyway, they decide to press on to the Earth Crystal.

Passing through the sealed door leads out of the rear entrance of Central Command onto another winding path, which in turn leads to Everlast Tower. From the outside, it still looks fairly similar to the Wind & Water Temples, but presumably things will be rather different inside. They aren’t. It’s been abandoned for longer, but the Eternians haven’t done any kind of remodelling here; rather they seem to have set up their cables and then left the place to crumble.

That said, it doesn’t look as though the crystal will be easily reached. The interior layout is more like the Wind Temple than the Fire or Water Temples; i.e. the crystal itself will take some time and effort to actually reach. There is also a side exit, leading out onto an empty plain, presumably to allow easy access for the Grandship.

Venturing upstairs, I can see the last anchorite waiting in one of the later rooms, but doesn’t seem like I can reach them just yet. All around are what appear to be the magic cables that the Eternians have been using to power their healthcare revolution. Seem to be a lot of staircases leading up and down throughout the temple, forming a sort of labyrinth in three dimensions.

OK, found my way to the anchorite. This time the summon is Deus Ex, which appears to be the Architect’s room from The Matrix crossed with the giant mechanical spider from Wild Wild West. It also just killed everybody. Adjusting equipment/abilities to resist lightning makes it survivable, giving me the final summon. Now I just have to level someone up to the point where they can actually use them.

Actually, now that I look, I’ve remembered I was already doing that for Susano-o, so I in fact have a Deus Ex user ready to go. Which is fortunate, because one of the main recurring enemies in this place is an armoured dragon that happens to be weak to lightning.

After this, nothing of note happens until we reach the fifth floor, which houses the temple itself. Interesting that the Earth Crystal is the one furthest from the ground. Wonder if there’s a reason for that. Passing through the temple, the party comes across some discarded research materials about the crystal:

The first is entitled “Observations of the Crystal”, and was written by Victor S. Court, formerly of the Council of Six

He notes that each crystal’s energy is attuned to a particular element, with their names being derived from said element

For example; the Eternian crystal has power over soil, rock, etc, and is thus called the Earth Crystal

He then goes into detail about methods of extracting energy from the crystals, but none of the party can understand that part, although Agnès is willing to at least concede that there was more going on here than desecration for its own sake

The next entry is “Healing Waves Emanating from the Crystal”, also by Victor

He notes that two kinds of waves have been observed emanating from the crystal; White Magic, used for healing purposes and Black Magic, used for harmful purposes

By order of Braev, the Duchy’s researchers were only to utilise the crystal’s White Magic

To this end, a new technology was developed, allowing for extraction cables to be attached to the crystal and withdraw energy from it without causing damage to it

The party are struck by Braev’s apparent altruism here, wondering how such noble intentions went so badly wrong

The final entry is “Interim Report on Alchemical Life Research” and was written by Vincent S. Court; this is presumably one of Victor’s relatives

At some point after the Orthodoxy were removed from power, a book was found among the “forbidden volumes” that were taken from them.

Called “Alchemical Life”, it was an ancient book of medicine

According to the book, White Magic stimulates an individual’s cells, while Black Magic can “link cells between individuals” I’m not totally sure what that means, but Edea describes this as going “beyond merely saving lives” which I think means that they were using magic to create new life

The next part of the report seems consistent with this, describing the resulting alchemical life as unstable and difficult to keep alive

Consequently, the research into the matter was halted

Not really sure what to make of that. The first two parts make sense enough, but that third section is kind of vague, and doesn’t really seem to connect with anything else that’s happened so far. I have to assume the alchemical life concept is important somehow, but I can’t really see what it has to do with the rest of the plot.

Anyway, following the corridor around leads to another set of papers, this time an account by “a crystalist of high standing”:

The first entry is an account of the Great Plague, first mentioned back in Braev’s old village

The writer notes that the plague which had been ravaging the world has now reached Eternia, affecting villages in the east

To combat this, the Orthodoxy institutes a strict quarantine, forbidding the movement of people or goods from the affected areas

One young cleric (Braev?) petitioned for the Earth Crystal to be used for healing purposes, but the idea was dismissed as sacrilege

Refugees attempting to break quarantine were “martyred” with extreme prejudice

Even Agnès thinks the Orthodoxy were in the wrong here

The second entry is dated some time later, and details the end of the plague

The aforementioned cleric continued to push for using the crystal’s magic, but without success

Eventually, the plague began to die out, much to the Orthodoxy’s relief

The people who ordered the lockdown then won considerable praise for having done so

The cleric, on the other hand, was loudly derided by the Vestal herself for his views

His own village was all but wiped out (this is definitely Braev), and he soon left Eternia altogether, his fate unknown

Edea remarks that Eternia might have been better off had he been part of the Orthodoxy’s leadership, which is probably true, if only because it would have made him less likely to want to come back and overthrow said leadership. On which note...

The third section is called “The End of the World”, and apparently dates from the fall of the Orthodoxy itself; at the time of writing, the head temple has been overrun, and the writer expects their own position to be captured soon

The cleric was indeed Braev, who has now returned as a conquering soldier

The Earth Vestal, when brought before him, remained both scornful and defiant, enraging one of Braev’s guard, who killed her on the spot

The guard is described as having done so using a long blade, a detail which Edea notes with some discomfort. The implication, I think, is that this was Kamiizumi, (or at least that Edea thinks that it was him)

This account is mostly confirming things I already knew, or at least had inferred based on accounts from Gravemark Village. That detail about Kamiizumi (assuming it was him) is interesting though, and adds a layer of irony to the fact that one of his underlings overstepped their authority in a similar fashion in Eisenberg.

Continuing on, one more set of papers, this time recounting “The Reconquest of Eternia” from the Duchy’s perspective:

The first entry details troop deployments, and notes that the uprising started out in a very weak position, lacking manpower, firepower, and intelligence

“But the Crystal Orthodoxy would soon put their plans in motion” This line suggests that there was more going on here than just Braev’s disgust over how the plague was handled. Apparently the Orthodoxy were planning to do... something, and his invasion was an attempt to prevent that as much as anything else

As the crucial time approached, Braev was still debating with the sage over whether or not to proceed. After three days of discussion, he gave the order to advance, leaving his family behind, presumably in the Yulyana region

Braev’s force obtained their weapons in Ancheim and airships from Eisenberg, making their approach from the latter in three groups;

Braev the usurper (his word) in overall command

Assault troops for taking Earth Temple led by Kamiizumi & Barabarossa, accompanied by crystal technology experts led by Vincent (with ten-year-old Victor)

Assault troops for taking head(?) temple led by Heinkel & DeRosa, accompanied by auditors Barras & Profiteur

Occupation force for Eternia City led by Khint & Einheria, accompanied by medic-in-training Holly Whyte

Not surprisingly, all of these names were prominent figures in the Duchy’s military after the uprising succeeded

The second entry details the occupation of the head temple (which I think must be the building now serving as Central Command), and was written by Heinkel

The death of the Earth Vestal was a significant blow to the Orthodoxy’s morale, and led many to surrender without further resistance

Under Braev’s orders the Orthodoxy’s soldiers and leadership were disarmed and confined to the temple, but otherwise not mistreated

Those who were willing to throw in their lot with the invaders were allowed to do so, while the rest were “released”, presumably meaning they were allowed to leave Eternia

Profiteur was tasked with securing the Orthodoxy’s treasury; unsurprisingly, given how greedy and corrupt he was in the present day, there were soon rumours circulating about bribery and missing artwork

Qada & DeRosa were tasked with deciphering the Orthodoxy’s “forbidden” spells, and are noted as having been meeting in secret, which is undoubtedly where their more unethical plans for the future were first born

Barras, by contrast, just wanted to fight

The third entry is written by Khint and discusses the occupation of the city

It describes the situation one month after the “bloodless” (they definitely killed at least one person, and I have a very hard time believing she could possibly have been the first) occupation began, with people beginning to accept the new status quo and move on with their lives

Einheria was particularly committed to keeping the city safe, having grown up there

In general, the occupation force comprised many former residents of the city, presumably to make their presence more palatable for the current population

By this time, the Duchy of Eternia had been declared, with Braev having been restored to the throne once held by his ancestors. His real struggle for government then began

This included the construction of new buildings in the medical district, with cables connecting them to the Earth Temple, under the auspices of Vincent S. Court

The construction was extremely rapid, requiring the use of outside labourers to meet the tight schedule that had been set

The account then ends with a bit about ten-year-old Victor scolding ten-year-old Holly for not helping with the construction(?)

I’m not surprised to learn that Victor was kind of intense even as a child, but that seems like a weird thing for him to be angry about. I am curious to know what became of Vincent, since he’s the only named character from this account who wasn’t still around at the start of the game. I assume that he died or retired and passed his position on to his son, it just seems a bit odd that he’d be the only instance where that happened.

The most notable detail in all of that, however, is the part about Braev's forces having to act before the Orthodoxy "put their plans in motion". This would suggest that there was some other reason for overthrowing them besides what we already know. My best guess is that the Orthodoxy may have also been planning to start awakening crystals, but to what end? And of course this leads us back to the still-unanswered question of why it would be a bad thing if they did. For that matter, how would Braev even know? I guess Yulyana could have told him, but then why would Yulyana know about this if the Orthodoxy didn't? Unless the Orthodoxy actively wanted the bad thing to happen; if there was some way to profit by it. But without knowing what "it" is, there's only so far that one can speculate. So we proceed.

Moving on to the crystal itself, it appears to be in the same corrupted state as the other three, distinguishable only by the addition of the white magic cables. In contrast to Victor’s claim that the withdrawal of energy wasn’t causing damage to the crystal, it seems that they either need to be in this state for the cables to work, or that using the cables causes them to end up in this state. I personally assume it’s the former, as that would finally explain why the Eternians have been putting the other crystals into a corrupted state; they were preparing to attach cables like the earth crystal.

Less clear is what they do about the monsters that show up when the crystals are in this state, but then apparently no one actually comes up here most of the time, so it might be that they don’t even know about that. As long as the cables work, it doesn’t matter that there’s a Gigas Lich hanging around at the top of the tower. Unfortunately, we don’t have the luxury of ignoring it, so now it’s Go Time.

It’s actually not too bad. While it does have some fairly nasty attacks, it never seems to use brave to chain them together, which means there��s usually a decent chance to recover before the next one. It also has a weakness against Light, and the game has very helpfully been supplying me with weapons imbued with Light for much of this chapter. And it’s down. Significantly easier than the Fire Crystal boss.

With the Lich defeated, the party discuss how it came to be there, noting as I did, that it serves no purpose for the Eternians to have allowed it to take up residence there intentionally, and wondering if it could have been there without their knowledge. Before the discussion can go any further, Airy interrupts and insists that they get on with the Awakening.

And so this is it. The fourth and final crystal. Let’s see what happens now. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Agnès is a little reluctant after all of the warnings not to do this, and I am once again left to wonder what Braev might have accomplished had he been just a little more forthcoming about what he was so afraid of. Had Agnès been given a clear reason not to proceed at this point, it seems very likely that she wouldn’t have. But she wasn’t, so now she is.

The Awakening proceeds much as the others did, blasting away not just the corrupted outer layer, but the magic cables with it. Once it’s done, Agnès seems even more worn out than by the other three, and Ringabel notes that this crystal seems brighter than the others. Tiz asks Airy if this means that the chasm at Norende is now gone. Airy says it isn’t.

Rather, she expects a pillar of light(!) to have appeared somewhere in the world. This is the Holy Pillar, source of all life, and incredibly suspicious thing that she definitely didn’t mention earlier. According to Airy, once she places her brooch within this pillar, its light will spread across the world, sweeping away all darkness. Only then will things like the chasm disappear. The party don’t seem suspicious about this, and agree to take Airy to the pillar, wherever it now is.

Outside the tower, we re-board the Grandship, triggering a brief cutscene, wherein the crew mention seeing a black airship heading off to the south-west. This, presumably, was Alternis going off to prepare for the pillar of light’s emergence. I assume we’re meant to follow his lead, but before that, I think it might be worth making sure there aren’t any sub-scenarios I’ve missed. I’m thinking in particular of the Vampire Castle.

#archie plays bravely default

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"NOT ENOUGH TO NOT SMACK YOU OVER THE HEAD, COn rAT!!"

where was wheeljack off to all the time? fraternising with starscream of course, because starjack is still my otp

#also i want bulkhead to feel bad about KILLING A PERSON #the one thing arcee always got shit for wanting to do to airachnid #either all of them are allowed to kill or none of them are prime #make up your mind #wheeljack hanging out with scream because both are disilusioned with their respective factions <33 #and wheeljack being the only one who'd even care if screamer dies <3333 #AHH the agony😩#starjack #tfp #transformers prime #maccadam #tfp bulkhead #tfp wheeljack #tfp starscream #transformers #cirileeart

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kk 7 people liked my last post and honestly thats all I need so here we go! its gonna be long lmal

hc x dsmp but its kinda stupid

• cleo hc's

- cleo has to go to dream xd directly to get dreams head cause shes not allowed to just behead him in the prison

- cleo and ranboo have a weird sort of bond where she accidentally adopted this tall enderman kid and his weird trigger happy goat husband

- shes the shortest cause when you're a zombie holding yourself up is hard cause your muscles are dead and she has neck problems from armor stand work

- people have asked cleo if she wants to be revived and she always laughs and declines

- shes been commissioned to make little scenes from the wars and stuff

• bdubs hc's

- mans goes nuts after realizing he can't sleep the night away

- hes a little more relieved after learning that phantoms don't spawn on their server

- he spent days cleaning up a lot of the random holes, fixing the prime path, and trying to make some of the random build look a little nicer

- everyone was thrown off by how much character he has and how quickly he can go from all bubbly to "i will kill everything you love"

- he's threatened techno before

- everyone thought they were gonna see the death message in chat but it never came

• etho hcs

- he has like... a small group that just kinda follows him around his first day there

- he can teleport and its terrifying cause unlike endermen theres no indication that hes teleported

- everyone thought he was part enderman but when the dsmp members asked the hc members they just brushed it off as an etho thing

- they eventually went to xisuma cause surely the admin had to have answers right?

- they never got their answers

- etho accidentally scared ranboo by teleporting once

- ranboo was scarwd because hes the enderman teleporting is supposed to be his thing and he can't even actually teleport!

- etho basically becomes a Cryptid of the dsmp and when he hears this from his fellow hermits he laughs

•mumbo hcs

- what throws off the dsmp members the most is just how tall mumbo is

- hes as tall as ranboo and hes just a normal human! (at ranboos shortest that is but still impressive)

- not only does he make a vault grian can't get in but he makes one tommy can't get in either

- the bags under his eyes have bags home boy doesn't sleep

- tbh almost none of them sleep

- they never had to on hermitcraft so the shift fucked them up a little

(i didn't have much for mumbo i apologize)

•grian hcs

- he can fly (suck it phil he still has his wings lmao)

- has a lot of invis pots just for funsies

- he found the syndicate room on accident whilst trying to find the end portal so he could go end busting

- all the hermits basically did that

- so they know where the room is now they don't know what it is but they know WHERE it is

- he got his hands on some tnt... the dsmp members should be careful especially if etho has tnt as well

•impulse hcs

- has so many totems

- like foolish is a totem god and ranboo has a lot but my mans impulse has chests upon chests of totems

- he looked at the 3 lives rule and LAUGHED

- the dsmp members thought "k maybe hes more normal"

- BOY WERE THEY WRONG

- he has his base yea? the dsmp memebers are already impressed but impulse isn't finished... it goes deeper (thats what she said)

- he has an advance security system so no one steals his stuff

gonna break this up into multiple parts cause i don't want a monster of a post so yea! anyone can use these, feel free to credit no need to tho

#grian #mumbo jumbo #impulsesv #hermitcraft #hc x dsmp #dsmp #dsmp x hc #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #zombiecleo #ranboo #tommyinnit

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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For You (NSFW)

Optimus Prime wasn’t good at confrontation; physical, verbal, emotional- none of it. So, as he stood with his digit hovering over your doorbell, he could feel his spark beating in his throat. His anxiety was killing him, and the part of him that was so anxious was tempted to just turn around and walk away.

He could save it for another night, couldn’t he? ...No, he couldn’t. He’d been telling himself another night, just one more night, next week, later for months now. It was time.

Now or never.

Three, two, one-

With a sharp inhale, Optimus rung your doorbell and wrung his servos together in front of him. He could feel his faceplates burning red with a heavy blush as he waited for you to open the door, but thankfully, he didn’t have to wait for too long.

The door slowly came open, revealing you behind it. You wore a (f/c) robe that was loosely tied, revealing part of the white teddy you wore underneath. It took everything in Optimus to tear his optics away from the beginnings of the chest that he so desperately wanted to bury his faceplates in, but when said optics landed on your face, graced with a sultry smirk and lustful (e/c) eyes, it didn’t help.

You grabbed his servo with one hand and pulled him far enough inside to shut the door behind him before pushing his back against it- and, of course, he let you. The second you went to lean up and kiss him, though, Optimus shook his head and pulled away.

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“You say that every time,” You rebutted and rested your hands on his hips, gently massaging circles into the metal plating with your thumbs.

It was true, and he knew that. Every time after the first time you two had met up like this, he’d argued against it, but you always pulled him right back in with your charm.

“No, I mean it this time,” Optimus stopped you, a bit awkward as he placed a servo on your shoulder and backed himself further up against your door to put some distance between the two of you. He wasn’t ready to do this. He wanted to keep you forever, but it wasn’t fair to you. You deserved better and he needed to tell you the truth. “We need to talk.”

You seemed to know what was coming, so you pulled away and crossed your arms with a huff. Your eyebrows furrowed.

Honestly? The situation was uncomfortable. Optimus could see the candles lit in your house, smell the perfume of yours flooding into his olfactory sensors, and the lingerie under your robe... You’d assumed he was coming over to interface with you like usual, and as much as he wanted to, he used all of his willpower to resist the urge in favor of watching you storm over to the living room couch. You plopped down onto the corner seat in a dramatic fashion with your arms still crossed.

“At least come in and sit down here if you’re going to do this to me tonight, Optimus. I’d rather you not do it in my doorway.”

You knew, and he knew. Shaky in his movements, the Autobot locked your front door and walked over to your couch so he could sit next to you.

Your relationship had always been complicated, to say the least.

It started when him and his team had started battling the Decepticons on earth. With all of the news coverage they received, they were well-known amongst politicians, media outlets, law enforcement, and citizens in Detroit, and the Autobots had not only captured their interests, but yours as well. You were a scientist interested in doing studies on Cybertronian creatures to figure out what they were and how you could apply them and their technology to life on earth. There were plenty in the scientific community who were interested in them, of course, but you were the only one who had written a heartfelt letter about the matter, promising not to do anything too inhumane- the occasional metal sample, recharge studies, strength tests, and so on.

Then again... You’d included a picture of yourself in your first letter to the base, and that may or may not have been what captured Optimus’s attention initially. But then he met you and allowed you to conduct your experiments with Ratchet as your assistant on base, and not only were you gorgeous, but you were smart, creative, kind, easygoing, loving... You were everything Optimus Prime wished he was. So, even when the experiments stopped and you moved onto your next project, you still came around the base and Optimus still came around your house behind his teammates’ backs.

‘Why is she still here, Prime? Her study’s over.’

‘Yes, I know, Ratchet. She’s just... Helping me with some things.’

Ratchet commented on it the most, skeptical as always. Bumblebee always asked where he disappeared to in the middle of the night. Prowl was starting to get concerned by how tired Optimus seemed, and Bulkhead was the one who constantly snapped him out of his lovestruck dazes when he got caught up thinking about you.

The first time Optimus Prime made love to you was still a blur. He had developed feelings rather quickly, but it wasn’t until months of building up the courage to make a move that he’d finally done something; shown up to your house in the middle of the night and taken you into his arms the second you opened the door. It had escalated from there with you wrapping your arms back around him and pushing your lips against his, slamming the door shut behind the two of you and tumbling in a pile of warmth and metal onto your living room floor without any regard to how sore you’d be the next morning.

It had turned into a regular occurrence after that. Optimus showed up to your house, showered you in kisses and praise, and the two of you would interface, no matter how hard he tried to resist. And trust me, he tried to resist because he knew in his spark that it wasn’t right.

You’d shared your hopes and dreams and body with him, and he didn’t want to let all of that go, but how could he love what he didn’t deserve in the first place?

He was putting you in danger by being with you, anyway. Being with you was selfish, especially considering that neither of you had dared to say the ‘L’ word or put any sort of label on it. It was just the two of you spending an increasing amount of time together, talking, making love, falling in love when there was a good chance of it failing in the end. And both of you knew.

“It’s hard for me to come out and say this,” Optimus started. “But I love you, and I know you feel the same way.”

Your reaction was surprisingly restrained. No denying, no deflecting, nothing except for a small nod. You allowed your (e/c) eyes to fall shut and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I do.”

“It’s remained unspoken for far too long, but part of the reason I haven’t addressed it is because you deserve better,” Optimus reached over and set a servo on your thigh, offering a comforting squeeze, though that seemed to do nothing. You flinched, not even able to look at him for a moment. “I know it hurts, but you’re worth more than this... (y/n), darling-”

“No, you don’t get to tell me that after everything we’ve been through, Optimus,” You hissed, finally gathering the courage to look right at him, (e/c) burning into aquamarine. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”

“I don’t know,” He confessed with a half-hearted shrug. The simple answer was because the two of you loved each other and didn’t want to let go, but the complicated answer was... Well, complicated. “But what I do know is that I don’t want this for you.”

“Then what do you want?” You snapped.

Optimus understood. He had no right to dictate your life, your romantic interest, or anything else about you; you were a strong, intelligent woman with your own hopes and dreams, and unfortunately, he somehow fit into all of that for you. Still, he answered your question honestly.

“I want you to go live a normal life; meet a human, start a family or get married, stay single if you want, even. I don’t want you to get too attached to me and regret it when you start thinking about the little things later down the line... If you stay with me, you’ll always be in danger, we won’t be able to have sparklings of our own, and I could leave you here on earth or die any day now. Is that what you want, (y/n)? You can still leave me-”

“Are you stupid?” You asked, which made him blink.

The Prime hadn’t expected for you to be happy about this, but he hadn’t expected for you to outright insult him either, let alone call him stupid.

“What?”

“Do you think I would’ve done all of this with you without considering the consequences!?” You raised your voice and jerked away from him, holding a hand to cover your chest, offended. Optimus took the hint and pulled his servo away from your thigh to avoid angering you further.

He crossed his arms in frustration.

“You know what? Yeah, I do,” He answered. “Because you care about me too much to realize how big of a mistake this is going to be if we go through with it. Let’s say you’ve fully thought this through and don’t care about anything I’ve brought up- even if that’s the case, I’m not good enough for you, (y/n). I’m so large compared to you that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you one of these days, I’m selfish, I’m inconsiderate, I mess everything up at every turn, and Primus, I’m so unattractive-”

“Is that where all of this is coming from?” You asked, suddenly a lot more quiet, and Optimus winced at your tone. “I knew something was up, too; you’ve been keeping the lights off when we have sex and most of the time it feels like you can’t look at me anymore, but I... I thought I’d done something wrong, why couldn’t you have told me earlier that you were feeling like this?”

You were giving him the look; (e/c) eyes peering up at him, full of love and passion and so much more that was burning into his processor to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget it.

“Because I knew you were going to react like this- I knew you were going to look at me like that and tell me I’m wrong about myself, and it’s making it ten times harder to break it off with you, but what I said is final. Being with me is dangerous, you deserve to live a normal life, and I’m not good enough for you-”

Optimus’s self-deprecating rambling was cut off by you throwing yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on as tight as you possibly could. He uncrossed his own, unsure of what to do with them- he didn’t want to hug you back and give you the wrong idea, but he so desperately wanted to feel your warmth on his digits and palms.

“Shut up! Have you ever thought that facing our problems head on would be better than giving up everything we have?” You argued, pleaded, voice cracking as your tears fell onto his shoulders. “You think that being with me is selfish, but what’s really selfish is you not giving me a chance to make this work! You’re wrong, Optimus-”

“Leave me, (y/n),” Optimus reached forward and caressed your cheek with a servo. The amount of tears he found himself wiping away with his thumb made him frown- was this really for the best? Was he in the wrong here? No, this was exactly why he had to go through with it; whatever hurt came from this point on would be much, much worse if he allowed your relationship to continue. “I know you’re hurting right now, but you’ll thank me later. Cut your losses and leave. Go live a happy life, fall in love again- with a human- and focus on your work.”

“I can’t do it, I’m sorry,” You apologized, only making things worse. The fiery anger that you had expressed initially was fading into something much more melancholy as you hung onto him tighter and buried your face into his neck. “I love you too much. If you really mean everything you said, and you don’t want to be with me, push me away; I’ll leave, and we’ll never talk about it again... If that’s what you really want. Push me away, Optimus.”

“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, (y/n), I...” He stopped when he heard you sob into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his metal plating. Part of him knew that if he had to leave earth in the near future, the impact would be more severe on you than this, but he couldn’t see and hear you cry and push you away like you had asked him to. He couldn’t leave you, couldn’t let you go, no matter how much he hated himself for it. “Oh, to hell with it, I can’t do this anymore- So what if it’s selfish?” Before Optimus could stop himself, he found himself moving his servo from your tear-stained cheek to the back of your head, wounding his digits in your (h/l) (h/c) hair and dragging you into him for a heated kiss. You hummed and leaned into it without hesitation. Optimus sighed through his nose when he felt the tension leave both of your bodies, your hands resting on the side of his neck, his spare servo resting on the small of your back to support you and hold you close to him. Your much smaller lips molded into his the best they could, tasting of sugar and a human spice called cinnamon as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip plate. His servo in your hair ran through the locks and wrapped them around his digits to yank at them- heat consumed his body to the point that his cooling fans were already turning on with the feeling of his spike pushing against the constraints of his interface plating. After what felt like forever yet not nearly long enough, you pulled away from Optimus and looked up at him, lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You responded, a little rushed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” You choked out, sniffling and clearing up the remainder of your tears before shedding your robe and kissing his neck, cautious and soft yet needy and desperate. The white teddy contoured your body perfectly, hugging your plump ass and highlighting the shape of your breasts as your nipples perked up against the lacy fabric. Your sides were exposed by the slits cut into the outfit. Optimus found himself drawn to the exposed (s/c) skin instantly, so he rested his servos on your hips and took a deep breath in. You were so small compared to him, too; both of his servos covered the entirety of your waist, back, and stomach when he had them like that, and oh Primus, he could already imagine how you’d look splayed out underneath him with his spike buried in your core. He was sure that if he didn’t open his interface panel in the next few minutes, he was going to burst. “I need this, need you... Optimus.”

The next few minutes were wordless, with Optimus picking you up and carrying you to your bedroom. There were candles lit there, too, and while he was sure that was a fire hazard, he appreciated your attempt to set the atmosphere- even if it had been temporarily squandered by his earlier spiel. So, he shut and locked the door behind him and followed that with gently setting you on the edge of the bed.

When he kneeled on the floor in front of you, you blinked your (e/c) eyes, (s/c) cheeks lit aflame when he took your hand in one of his and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. And, as he looked up at you, he realized something; maybe he didn’t think he deserved you, but you deserved him if that’s what he wanted, and instead of shoving his own self-deprecating sentiments down your throat, he wanted to try to be more thankful that he had you, wanted to stop worrying about what was ahead and enjoy what he had in the moment.

“(y/n), I want to tell you everything tonight, I...” Optimus cleared his throat and continued to hold your hand as he leaned up and nuzzled your neck. “I’ve never loved anybot or anyone like I’ve loved you. I don’t think I could live without you; without the mornings I wake up with you and bury my face in your hair, without the feeling of your skin on mine, without seeing how the sunlight pours through the windows and onto your skin when the sun rises and how your lashes flutter against your cheekbones when you wake up-”

“Make love to me,” You cut him off, looking up at him, and oh, how he could see the utter love and adoration in your eyes. He wondered how such a small being was capable of holding so much love for him, but he didn’t dare question it, doing as you’d told him and reaching up to unlace the front of your teddy, the ribbon that kept the two halves of the front together coming untied underneath his nimble fingers within seconds. It fell off of the upper half of your body, revealing rounded shoulders and supple breasts, a soft tummy and feminine hips. You didn’t hesitate to lift yourself off of the bed just enough to pull the rest of the lingerie down your body and kick it across the room. Now, all of you was exposed from head to toe. This was the point at which Optimus would usually get on the bed and pick you up by your waist, pull you over so you could sit on his faceplates, but he was so emotional and pent up at this point that he knew he couldn’t wait that long to be inside you. “Hurry up, please? I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

The Autobot gave you a nod and stood up, so you laid down with your back on the bed and watched him open his interface panels. He couldn’t help but watch your face as he released his spike, already fully pressurized- because no matter how many times the two of you had done this, you always seemed to be taken aback by the sheer size of it, your cheeks glowing red and eyes blown wide with lust in a manner that flattered him.

You didn’t speak, only gulping and squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. Optimus Prime crawled over you on top of your mattress with his knees on either side of your hips to cage you underneath him. The slit of his spike was already wet with prefluid and lubricant, and he wanted to fuck you so bad, but he knew he had to wait until you were ready.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, before you’d probably even thought of him in such a way, he’d done his own research on human mating rituals to prepare himself for you; enough research to know that human women needed thorough foreplay and preparation to take a human’s spike, let alone a Cybertronian’s, which was usually larger. Due to that, he was always very careful with you, giving you plenty of time and prep before you ever had sex.

So, as he balanced himself on his knees and pinned your wrists above your head with one servo, he circled two of the digits on his free servo with his glossa to lubricate them and get them ready for you. You spread your shaky legs and moved your hips up, almost as if to tell him to get on with it. Your impatience was evident in the way your body moved, your breaths heavy and a pout of frustration taking over your face.

Unable to help himself, Optimus chuckled at the feeling of you trying to move your hands out of his grip to no avail. It was nice to know that despite what had happened earlier, nothing bad had happened to your usual dynamic- and the sound of you bashfully giggling in return made his spark swell with the love he had for you.

Having had enough with making you wait, the Prime prodded his pointer digit at your entrance and slowly pushed it in. He followed with his middle digit and waited for you to adjust, the both of you letting out a sigh. You were so different than any Cybertronian he’d ever done anything with; piping hot, wet, velvety, and sensitive, he couldn’t help how his spike throbbed at the feeling of you moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers as you hummed. With him holding your wrists, you couldn’t move your arms down, but you managed to grip one of the digits that was assisting in holding you down.

You’d adjusted quickly enough to his fingers, so Optimus began a steady rhythm of pulling them most of the way out before pushing them back in, over and over and over again, getting progressively faster with each push. You rewarded him with your sweet moans in return and tilted your head back with your mouth agape in the depths of your pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” Prime praised you without hesitation and dipped in until he was knuckle deep. That made you say his name especially loud, so he continued doing it, wanting to hear that sound again. “So gorgeous with your face red and eyes half-lidded. I love how you always squeeze one of my fingers during it because your hands are too tiny to fully hold mine; you’re so small I fear breaking you sometimes, but the fact that you still trust me when I’m big enough to crush you like this makes me feel so good.”

“I think your eyes are beautiful,” Surprisingly enough, you praised him back, looking him straight in the optics. “I love it when you look at me when we do it; the face you make is what sends me over the edge, and the noises you make in my ear drive me wild. The way you have so much physical power over me just makes it even more exciting than it already is. It’s like you could do whatever you want to me, any time you want, and I’d let you.”

Your words were rushed but confident, though as soon as you finished, you hid your face in the pillow your head was currently on to stifle a moan at a particularly rough crook of his fingers.

“Ah, you’re embarrassing me now,” The Autobot murmured, able to feel his normally cool-colored faceplates drowning in a heavy pink blush. You seemed ready enough and he was growing just as impatient as you had been earlier, so Optimus slowly withdrew and positioned himself between your legs with the head of his spike at your entrance. He bit his lower lip and rubbed his tip against your slick folds before teasing your clit, which made you emit a cracked moan. “You’re ready, yes?” You gave a hurried nod and moved to rest your cheek on the cold pillow. “I need to hear it, baby. Use your words.”

“I’m ready, please-” Optimus didn’t wait any longer after that, wanton and revved up, the Autobot sheathed his spike in you in one deep stroke and reveled in the debauched cry of yours that followed. Your pussy enveloped him completely, taut and scorching and slick, so much so that his hips stuttered with the willpower it took him to let you adjust instead of fucking you raw like an animal the way he wanted to.

“(y/n), my dearest love,” Optimus groaned and pulled back about half away, then pushed back in, only for your heat to pulse and twitch around him. You moved your hips up to meet his and grinded them in a circular motion in what must’ve been an attempt to urge him to get on with it. “Oh, Primus, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to stop that. Tonight is not the night to test my patience, because you feel absolutely delectable right now and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk or sit down without feeling my spike in you for weeks.”

“Yeah?” You taunted, voice breathy as you dared to test him by wiggling your hips even more and purposefully clenching down around him. The thread that was the last of his patience snapped at that, so he gripped your wrists even tighter in his servo and used the other to balance himself over you so he wouldn’t crush your body. You only continued your teasing.

“Yeah,” Optimus finally responded to you, his lips pulling into a tight smile to keep himself from making any noises that were too embarrassing. When he regained his composure, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “This is going to get a bit rougher than usual, so don’t say I didn’t try to warn you earlier. You earned this.”

With that, the red and blue bot withdrew until it was just his tip inside you, and then thrusted all the way back in- so hard and deep that he could feel the back of your inner walls. You cried out to him again, your legs trembling as you clenched them together around his hips. Optimus could only smirk- for as teasing and impatient as you’d been earlier, your cocky demeanor was certainly washing away with every rough thrust of his spike, replaced with desperation and heat.

“Optimus,” Your back arched off the bed as you were split open by his spike, but as much as you tried to move, all you could do was lay there and take it with your arms pinned by Optimus’s servo and your lower body trapped in place by his legs between yours and his spike deep inside of you. “Optimus!”

You looked at him, (e/c) eyes clouded over and rosy lips parted in heavy moans and pants that drove him wild. Just to see how you would look, Optimus pushed his hips into yours particularly hard, feeling his spike twitch at the sight of your eyes rolling back and your lips trembling at the sensation of your upcoming orgasm.

“Say my name, darling,” Optimus leaned forward and nipped at your shoulder as he adjusted his angle so he could slam the head of his blunt, thick spike into your sweet spot and pick up his pace. Your eyes went wide before you squeezed them shut again and yelled out at the sudden change, a sliver of drool falling from in between your lips. “I want to be all you remember for the rest of the night, so say all of it...!”

“Optimus,” You practically sobbed as the Autobot made love to you like there was no tomorrow in store. The sounds of his metal hips slamming against you and your broken moans echoed in the room and drove him closer and closer to the edge. He was already inside you, but he found that he still wanted to be closer, so he found himself making out with you yet again. “Optimus Prime,” His name fell from your tongue and onto his lips in between your passionate kisses with every thrust of his spike into your wet heat in a way that made him shudder. The arm that was holding him over you shook with the strength of his upcoming overload, the hand that was holding your wrists above your head on your pillows squeezing just tight enough to leave red marks on your skin in the shape of his large digits.

“That’s it, sweetspark, overload for me, won’t you? I can hear you’re getting close, so why don’t you be a good girl and finish for me? You look so beautiful like this, can’t wait to see you cum around my spike, princess,” Optimus egged you on as he felt your pussy flutter around his spike, quickly bringing him closer and closer to his own climax. Thrusting into your soft, small body was so addicting that he didn’t want it to end, but when you gave a broken moan of his name and tensed so hard that he was sure your fingers digging into his fingers left dents in the metal, he couldn’t help it. You came hard around him, squeezing down to keep his spike deep inside of you in a way that triggered his overload. Optimus Prime gave a soft groan when he finally finished, the electricity in his abdomen and spike exploding and making his entire body go numb as he spilled into you. “Fuck, (y/n)-” Optimus slammed his lips into yours one more time, filling you up with his transfluid and giving you a few more weak thrusts. You kissed back, albeit sloppily due to your current blissed out state. Your tongue lazily intermingled with his. The grip on his shoulders loosened, and you pulled away when you felt him depressurize so he could pull out, close his interace panel, and sit next to where you laid on the side of the bed.

When the afterglow faded and you laid down with your back facing him, Optimus usually laid next to you the best he could considering his size and wrapped an arm around you. However, as he remained sitting up, staring at your back and the (h/c) locks that were splayed out upon your pillow, he found tears of lubricant welling up in his eyes- it had never happened to him before, and though he knew Cybertronians were fully capable of it, crying was primarily an organic behavior. The warm light of the candles in your room bringing out the hues of your (s/c) skin and the scent of your shampoo and soap flooding into his olfactory sensors seemed to bring out all of the emotions at once; fear, relief, love, regret, guilt, and everything else that came with loving you. And, as much as he tried to conceal it, the way his voice cracked when he tried to clear his throat gave it away.

“Optimus? What’s wrong?” You asked, clearly panicked as you turned to face him.

“Nothing, I just-” Optimus stopped and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to cry in front of you, but he figured it was part of learning to be vulnerable, and he was done hiding himself from you. “I love you a lot.”

“I love you, too.”

“Don’t leave me,” Optimus pleaded, letting his guard down for the first time in a long time as he moved to sit on his knees on the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed with your feet planted on the floor, just close enough for him to be able to move between your legs and rest his head on one of your thighs. “Don’t ever leave me, (y/n). I’m so scared I’ll mess this up somehow. What if I hurt you? What if there comes a day that you can’t stand to look at me anymore?”

“You just have to trust yourself,” You murmured.

“I don’t yet,” The Prime admitted as he sat up again and leaned forward to rest his forehead against the middle of your chest. “But I’ll try to learn how to... For you, (y/n).”

“Do it for you, too, Optimus. You deserve to have a good relationship with yourself.”

You looked down at him, the smile on your face laced with your concern and exhaustion. You softly ran a hand over the top of his head in a clear attempt at comforting him. Though Optimus was hopeful for what was to come despite his earlier worries, he felt guilty that you had to deal with him like this; anxious and soft and unsure of himself.

The Autobot let out a gentle sigh and pressed a kiss against your collarbone. You smelled like vanilla, jasmine, and something uniquely you; all mixed with his own scent, evidence of the entanglement of your two bodies that would remain until you showered in the morning. Your arms still lingered around his neck as you stared down at him.

It was peaceful, and the second you leaned down to peck his forehead with your kiss-bruised lips, Optimus decided that he’d try his hardest to make it work; for you.

#tfa #transformers #transformers animated #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #tfa optimus prime x reader #they didnt really cover too much of anything like this in tfa but #i feel like op has an inferiority complex #not necessarily ab his appearance but more his abilities #specifically his ability to keep those close to him safe #and he has a habit of trying to give up his own happiness and sacrificing himself instead of working through his problems #because he hates self reflection/evaluation #the end #fem reader #optimus x reader

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Thoughts on Lan Wangji’s uncomfortable position during Sunshot

Rated T, pre-relationship wangxian, cw for harrassment, suggestive language, no other warnings, canon compliant

During the Sunshot campaign, Lan Wangji only had the reputation of being peerless and pure before the fighting began. It is entirely possible that this, plus his position and appearance, could have resulted in jumped-up heirs from lesser sects thinking him easy prey.

He came into it late, too, after leading the Wei Wuxian-finding mission with the Jiangs.

Imagine this beautiful young cultivator in spotless white appearing in a city filled with men primed for war.

Worse, imagine the fragile state of Gusu Lan and their dependence on these alliances.

Lan Wangji is politically aware, even though he's not held to the same standard as his brother. And when these men loom out of dark corners spewing lewd remarks and making even lewder requests, he wants to kill them. If the situation were different, they would come away at least maimed.

But he cannot afford to be rash. Not when the Cloud Recesses is not yet rebuilt. And he is in no real danger - if one of them tried to touch him he would feel no qualms taking a hand in recompense. So he...lives with it. For months.

Lan Xichen has other, more important troubles on his mind, there is no need to make him aware. It is just men indulging their baser instincts. It is nothing.

Except. Over time. It begins to wear on him. Its true he's only the second master of Gusu Lan, an ornament, a bargaining chip. A thing. He begins to feel like a thing. And after weeks, then months, of bloody fighting and unceasing, unseemly comments on his body, his face, his mouth - he begins to feel like a dirty one.

One night, Wei Wuxian is walking between tents during the push for Nightless City. He hears gruff voices, liquor-proud, making obscene offers not far away. He tenses and strides over, resentment rising beneath his skin. How dare anybody in this army treat a fellow soldier this way?

He comes around a corner and freezes. Lan Wangji is there, practically glowing in the black of night. Is he already taking care of the problem?

The voices continue to jeer. Lan Wangji doesn't move.

Is he...with them? It can't be possible that Lan Wangji would...hang around...anyone like this.

Wei Wuxian peers closer at him, still hidden in shadow. His face looks. It looks...weird. Wei Wuxian still has trouble reading Lan Wangji, but he knows this is...not his normal face. It's tense. Like he's angry. That, he's seen before, maybe too often. But there is the slightest furrow to his brow.

Like he's torn. Or...helpless. Which is, well. It's ridiculous. Lan Wangji is incapable of helplessness.

Still, the strangeness of it kicks him into action. He comes out into the firelight ready for a fight.

And pauses once more.

There are four men Wei Wuxian doesn't recognize facing Lan Wangji.

Blocking his path. They're saying things...the things they are saying. Are. Are far worse than any of the hushed, private joking Wei Wuxian has been privy to among friends. The things they are saying are forceful. Joyfully violent.

And they're saying them to Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji's eyes snap to him immediately and go wide, but Wei Wuxian doesn't see it. His vision is bleeding out to tones of red and gray, Chenqing clutched tight in one shaking hand. He points it at the men. They laugh. They don't yet know what he is, what he can do. He's happy to show them.

He raises his flute to his lips, only for a hand to catch his elbow, to drag it back. He shakes it off. He's going to rip these sorry excuses for men into small pieces, and then make their ghosts thank him for it. He's going to--

"Wei Ying."

He looks at Lan Wangji's face, right beside him now. It isn't stern, or reprimanding. It only looks tired.

He stops. Looks back at the men.

"I was just speaking with Nie-zongzhu right over there," he lies, bringing up the only name he can think might strike fear into these animals. "Shall I go and get him, and let him hear what trash is fighting alongside him in his righteous war?"

The men scowl and leave. He turns to Lan Wangji.

"Lan Zhan," he says, confused and still unsteady with rage. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Lan Wangji says. He lets go of Wei Wuxian's arm and turns to go. Wei Wuxian catches his in turn.

"Nothing? Nothing? Lan Zhan, why did they think...why did they think they could say such things to you?" He knows Lan Wangji could have ended their lives with one strike. "Why were you letting them?"

Lan Wangji does not look at him.

"Because they can," he says. He tries to break away, but Wei Wuxian holds on.

"No," he says firmly. "They can't."

Lan Wangji turns to face him at last. "Why not? They may speak as they please to the second son of a broken clan."

Wei Wuxian bridles. "A broken - Lan Zhan-"

"If Gusu Lan is to recover, it cannot afford animosity from any who might give it aid." His voice is hard and sharp as steel. "Their words are of no consequence. Their coin is a different matter."

"No consequence?" Wei Wuxian asks. "Lan Zhan. They were saying..."

"I know very well what they were saying," Lan Wangji says, and pulls away at last. He leaves Wei Wuxian staring after him in open shock.

Lan Wangji is mortified. He tells himself he is merely concerned about what he almost witnessed Wei Wuxian do to those men, but in truth is he is shaken. Scared, and tired, and very much ashamed. That Wei Wuxian has witnessed the way mere strangers could reduce Lan Wangji so easily to nothing. For the first time in his life, Lan Wangji feels uncomfortable in his own skin. And now it is as if Wei Wuxian knows. As if he knows that Lan Wangji is just...just a blank canvas for any passing uncouth fantasy. He both is and isn't the Second Jade of Lan - He is not untouchable, not in mind, in spirit. He is neither peerless nor pure. But he is not human, either. Not real in any way that counts.

And now Wei Wuxian, almost the only person that counts, can see it.

They do not speak of it. The war rages on. They fight, side by side, and protect each other.

Wei Wuxian does his best to protect Lan Wangji off the battlefield, too. Tries to make sure he never walks past strange tents alone at night, without being too obvious about it. He knows Lan Wangji wouldn't thank him for it, and their friendship is tenuous as it is. Still, the expression he'd seen on him that night haunts Wei Wuxian. He doesn't want it to make a home on his beloved face.

After Nightless City, though, things change.

Wei Wuxian isn't respected, exactly. But he is feared. When he speaks, cultivators at least pretend to listen. They've seen now what he's capable of.

He hasn't forgotten those men. Hasn't forgotten the lurid, barbaric pictures they dared to paint over Lan Wangji's undeniable impeccability, nor the unforgivably horrible way they'd managed to make Lan Wangji feel.

But there have been other things to take care of.

Until the banquet.

After the battle, after Wen Ruohan has been killed, liquor is bountiful as cultivators and foot soldiers alike make merry, preparing to feast. Jin Guangshan, now that things are over, has opened his purse to the victors, and none of them intend to waste it.

Once Wei Wuxian has recovered, once Lan Wangji has deemed him well enough not to need healing music any longer, they lose track of each other in the busy work of cleaning out the city, of preparing to celebrate a job well done.

But when the night arrives, Wei Wuxian is hurrying back to the Jiang quarters alone to join their contingent and head to the banquet. He's late, partially because he's him, and partially because he does not want to go. But Lan Wangji will be there, and he hasn't seen him in days.

He hears voices down a parallel street. Rough and loud. Familiar.

He turns and is halfway down the connecting alley before consciously deciding to change course. Dozens of voices whisper in his ears of vengeance, of justice, and black smoke licks his skin.

He sees them, lit harshly by the bright moon, washed out, pale and ugly, leering. He doesn't care what they're doing, who they're talking to. They have to pay.

"Wei Ying."

Lan Wangji's face swims into view, suddenly close. He looks nearly wild with concern. Wei Wuxian realizes Chenqing is already pressed to his lips, the first notes of a fierce melody dying on the air. Lan Wangji is gripping his wrist.

"They are not worth your life," he says."

Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to disagree. Lan Wangji's fingers tighten. Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath, and looks away from his steady, grounding eyes.

The men are still there, daring to look at them. Brazen.

"You have nothing better to do than lower the value of this entire street by merely standing on it?" Wei Wuxian calls to them.

They shift uneasily. But one of them lifts his chin, defiant.

"Who are you to discipline us? We're not Jiang or Lan, you can't speak to us this way."

Wei Wuxian angles away from Lan Wangji, faces them fully. Lets the shadows grow longer all around him. Pitches his voice low and calm. "Oh? Can't I?"

Three of them begin to back away, but the mouthy bastard stands firm. "You've no claim on us nor that one. What, is ruining our celebration your idea of fun? He's been acting all high and mighty all the while we've been down in the mud. It's high time he takes a turn on his knees."

Wei Wuxian flinches as if he's been hit. He doesn't look at Lan Wangji. He can't manage it, can't believe he's allowed this to happen again.

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji pleads beside him. "The banquet. Your shidi and shijie are waiting for you. Lotus Pier needs you."

Wei Wuxian's breaths have gone erratic and shallow. He cannot kill these men. He should not. It would be...there's a reason. Lan Wangji doesn't want him to. He cannot kill them.

But he cannot leave it be, either. Something dark and animal rears up inside him.

"No claim?" He repeats. "What claim could I or my sect have on miserable refuse such as you? What claim could I possibly need in order to teach you a lesson? Cutting your throats would be

counted as a service to the world. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

The man crosses his arms. One of his companions is pulling frantically at his shoulder. "Give me one good reason why I can't bend that pretty thing over my knee."

A vicious snarl rips out of Wei Wuxian's throat and he lunges forward, but he's held back. Lan Wangji is holding him back.

"Why are you stopping me?" He bites out at him. "Why aren't you ending them yourself?"

Lan Wangji is angry now, enraged, Wei Wuxian can see. Why is he still letting these men breathe?

"Because my duty to my family comes first. As does yours. Wei Ying, think. Alive, they are nothing. Dead, they are an excuse to deal a killing blow to both our sects."

Wei Wuxian clenches his teeth and rips his arm out of Lan Wangji's grasp. He's right. Wei Wuxian hates that he's right.

The resentment is burning him up from the inside with no outlet. But Lan Wangji is looking at him, holding him steady with just his righteously angry gaze.

"Well?" Calls the man, who apparently has a deathwish. "I'm waiting."

"For what?" Wei Wuxian bites out, not looking at him. "Leave if you value your life."

"Waiting for you to give me a reason we can't have him. It's just one night. Who's to know? Who's to care?"

It's a ridiculous question. Beyond ridiculous. There is no single reason - the best one is that Lan Wangji would have the perfect excuse to kill them if they did indeed try. But Wei Wuxian is past thinking clearly. He sees only the worn, tired anger in Lan Wangji's eyes.

The dark, animal thing in his chest strains against his hold, bucking and shaking, trying to get free. Trying to curl around Lan Wangji and protect him from anything that could dream of making him feel so exposed.

"One reason?" Wei Wuxian asks, then turns to look at them again. He lets the resentment free, lets it seep out into the night in curling, questing tendrils. Entirely without thinking, guided by some deep-seated, abhorrent instinct, he wraps his arm around Lan Wangji's waist. "He's mine."

He lets the thick wisps of shadows flick at the cultivators' faces, cold and burning. They claw at their own skin, crying out, and finally, finally, turn and run. The resentment chases them out of the street, and then returns to him, preening.

Once their screams have died out, and the resentment has settled back beneath his skin, Wei Wuxian comes back to himself. With a sickening start he realizes that he is still holding Lan Wangji firmly against his side. He lets go and steps away, heart pounding.

"Sorry," he says. "I'm - sorry."

Lan Wangji is staring at him, expression unreadable. Wei Wuxian cannot believe he's managed to do something so thoughtless, so stupid, so...horrifyingly revealing.

"That was stupid. I didn't mean to...I was just trying to speak a language he'd understand. I'm sorry. You're not - you don't-"

"I understand," Lan Wangji says quietly. His gaze has shifted to Wei Wuxian's shoulder. He looks strangely fragile. Tall, straight, and graceful still, but...

"No," say Wei Wuxian, "no, that was uncalled for. I should have left when you told me to. I'm sorry I made things worse."

The shake of Lan Wangji's head is slight. "No more apologies. I will see you at the banquet."

He leaves then, sword in hand, one arm neatly folded behind his back. Wei Wuxian watches him go, and can't help but feel he's made yet another fatal mistake he can't take back.

He's mine.

Lan Wangji cannot get those words out of his mind. He cannot forget the sound of Wei Wuxian's voice, the certainty in it, the firm, inarguable tone. They echo in his ears almost palpably, an illicit caress that won't let the shiver in his spine die.

He feels the ghosts of Wei Wuxian's fingers on his waist for a week. He finds himself, at random intervals, placing his own hand over them, trying to exert the exact same pressure, to feel - but it is not the same. Not without the warm, hard length of Wei Wuxian's side against him.

The alien mixture of emotions from that moment twist and mix and become ugly parodies of themselves in his dreams. He does not know what he felt, then, anymore. Does not know what he feels now.

The only thing he knows with any confidence is that every time he sees Wei Wuxian thereafter, he aches, and aches.

Aches to simply tell him that he was right.

#my fic #mdzsnet #lan wangji #wei wuxian #the untamed fanfic #imported from twitter and unedited #just thought i'd share here because the concept of lwj experiencing harassment during sunshot is...too real now that i've thought of it #idk this isn't a complete thing with a plot it's just #something that could have happened #easily i think #maybe some day i'll formalize this and use it for the lead up to yllz smut?

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kiame-sama · 4 years

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What if Killua were to find out Illumi is out to get the big sister Reader either trying to be with her or kill her? Also how would Gon react as well? Side note imagine both Hisoka and Illumi going after big sister Reader and Gon and Killua shielding her away from them idk I just find that being adorable ^_^

This evolved far more than I had expected it to. I honestly was just trying to make a cute little scenario and it turned into this. Someone stop my sinful hands.

Warnings; Overprotective little bros, stalking, Hisoka's general behavior, Illumi never blinks, 12-13 year olds are not good at keeping secrets, surprise guest appearance!

"We should go."

"Hm? But we just got here."

You glanced down at Killua, seeing him gazing somewhere away from the three of you. Both you and Gon wore confused expressions, as Killua was the one who wanted to go the forest to train in the first place. Now he was saying he wanted to leave.

"We shouldn't stay. Let's go."

Killua gripped your hand and pulled you with him, quickly walking away from the area and refusing to look back. Gon followed and kept pace as the three of you moved to a more populated area in the city you had stopped in. Gon heard something about a powerful Nen user and wanting to see them.

Naturally, you and Killua were alright with going anywhere Gon chose, seeing as usually Gon took the initiative on most things. Training was just a typical thing for you three even though none of you honestly needed to train. You couldn't train your nen due to the fact your nen abilities were the kind that could only be cataclysmic or laughably weak with no inbetweens.

If anything, you just accompanied the boys to keep them from making their usual poor decisions. Seeing who can survive going down a massive waterfall is not typically a good idea, but one they've tried several times prior. You were basically an unpaid nanny and elder sibling to the boys.

Recently, they had been acting more suspicious than usual. They would randomly leave places while dragging you with them, checking over their shoulders, constantly trying to direct your attention, and all sorts of other things. It was like they were trying to keep a secret from you, but doing it poorly.

A good part of you wanted to go off on your own to see what on Earth had the two boys so stirred up, but they were insistent on keeping you with them. You wondered if they were just messing with you by playing some kind of game, or if there really was something they were trying to keep from you. At this point, you were tempted to just flat out ask what their deal was.

~~~~~~~~

"Wait, Illumi too!?"

"Shh! Keep it down! Someone's gonna hear you."

"But why is your brother after (y/n) too?"

"Probably wants to get to me or something by using her."

"Wait, does he want to hurt her or not?"

"Don't know. Don't want to find out. What about Hisoka? Figured out what his deal is?"

"Well, he likes fighting people who are strong, right?"

"But wasn't he talking like a pervert when he asked about her?"

"I guess... But I think that's just how he is all the time."

Killua frowned, looking over at the hotel bed (y/n) was sleeping in. Apparently the both of them have a common goal, keeping (y/n) safe. Killua hadn't known Hisoka was after her, but he knew Illumi was. He knew how Illumi usually approached his targets, but Illumi was acting more obvious than usual. Like he wanted to be noticed.

Gon knew Hisoka had been following them for a while, and that he had an interest in (y/n) after she used one of her nen attacks to create a distraction during a fight not too long ago. He was aware with how closely Hisoka was following them, and he was trying to keep (y/n) far away from the homicidal man. It seemed he and Killua were both doing their damndest to protect the woman they saw as a big sister.

"So we have to keep both of them away from her?"

"Might be a good idea."

"Should we tell her?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Killua just sighed, knowing no matter how he explained it, Gon would not take it as an answer and would just ask more questions. Even as he glanced out the hotel window, he kept lookout for any sign of either of the two men. He would not let Illumi or Hisoka hurt (y/n) no matter what.

~~~~~~~~

"Well, look who's here~♠"

"What do you want, Hisoka?"

"So cold! If you must know, I'm here for that lovely creature Killua and Gon travel with."

"... She's mine."

"Oh~? Finally have an interest in someone? Looks like I'll just have to steal her away then."

The black-haired assassin simply stared back at his red-haired associate, feeling a vague level of irritation bubble up inside of him. He had been following the makeshift family group for a good while now and had recently made his decision on what to do with the woman that traveled with his younger brother. He had been considering simply killing her just to get her out of the way while also weakening Killua, but his father had come up with a better solution to the problem.

From what he had been told, (Y/n) had interesting and impressive nen that his father and grandfather had been witness to when they had gone to retrieve Killua. Apparently she had an impressive level of control over natural disasters and could bring them about with her nen. Tornados, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanos, even meteor showers should the timing be right.

That in and of itself was impressive, but standing up against his father and grandfather was simply amazing. It would be seen as foolish for anyone to face the two alone, but she had only been distracting them long enough to allow Killua time to flee before doing the same. Granted, the two had not been out to kill her specifically, but they weren't against it either.

There was also the fact that she shielded Killua from being injured and put her life on the line to keep him safe. All of these things made it rather clear she was a prime choice to be Illumi's wife.

"She has Killua's trust and can control him better than most. That paired with her nen abilities, she would make an ideal wife."

"Not if I steal her away first. Oh, I can just imagine how delicious the battle will be~ And the added bonus of fucking her once our battle is done~!"

"She doesn't even know who you are."

"... What?"

"She has never actually met you, right? You've only seen one example of her strength and she wasn't even focusing on you."

"Fine. Does she know you?"

"... She knows my family, which is more than you can say."

Hisoka couldn't stop the tisk of annoyance that came from him or the way his grin fell. Illumi was right on that, at least. His lovely (y/n) didn't know who he was or have any contact with those who knew him other than Gon. And if Gon's behavior was anything to go by, he would have a tough time getting close to the woman.

Hisoka turned to continue prodding at Illumi before a smooth and silky voice interrupted him, sounding out from the shadows.

"It seems I have you both beat."

~~~~~~~~

"What do you mean? We've not been acting weird!"

You couldn't help the way that your face reflected just how little you believed the boy standing in front of you. Killua could lie well enough, Gon couldn't tell a convincing lie to save his life, and you already knew both well enough to tell when they were lying. Being fed up with their behavior, you were ready to set in on a full scolding session if they didn't tell you what you wanted to know.

Both boys were doing their best to avoid your gaze and search for a way out of the situation they found themselves in. Killua refused to make eye-contact and a nervous little blush took over his fair cheeks. Gon had that awkward grin and laugh as he tried to weasel his way out of your questioning.

"Boys, for fuck's sake-"

"It's certainly been a while since we last had the chance to meet, (y/n)."

You quickly turned on your heel, guarding the two boys unconsciously from the newcomer. To your surprise, however, you had no reason to worry the moment you saw the mysterious man standing before you. You knew that fur-trimmed coat anywhere and you could already feel the smile pulling up the corner of your lips.

"Chrollo!"

The man smirked slightly at your happy tone as you greeted him, not noticing your additional two observers or the dumbfounded expressions on the faces of everyone other than yourself and Chrollo. Killua was the first to break the silence, clearly stirred up by the sudden turn of events that had taken place.

"Wait, you know him!?"

You chuckled softly, turning back to the white-haired boy with a relaxed smile on your face. The incredulous tone he had taken did not deter or bother you, having actually expected something similar to occur.

"Know him? I grew up with him! He's a childhood friend, of mine. My big brother is one of the original members of the troupe! Of course I know Chrollo."

"But, wait, they call him 'boss'! They never use his name!"

"Yeah, there's no way I'm calling him 'boss' or anything other than his name. Maybe 'friend' but that almost seems too generic."

You hummed in thought, turning away from the gobsmacked boys and back to those familiar eyes, which had yet to leave your figure.

"It seems we've both grown up quite a bit since we last spoke. Though it seemed impossible, you're somehow more beautiful than ever."

"Chrollo..."

A deep flustered blush make your cheeks burn under his relaxed gaze, feeling a kind of giddy excitement in response to his words. You had to admit, you may have been harboring a slight crush for Chrollo since your childhood days and his flattering words were just icing on the cake. A cake you desperately wanted to have a piece of.

"That's cheating!"

The sudden upset voice pulled your attention away from the handsome man to your previously ignored audience. A man with bloody red hair and clown-like face-paint seemed to be more than a little frustrated as he stared at Chrollo. Next to him stood a man with long black hair and emotionless eyes, like a doll's or a shark's, deep pits of nothingness.

Judging from the first man's response, something more seemed to be going on and you wanted answers.

"Okay, just what in the hell is happening?"

You huffed indignantly, hands on your hips as you scanned over the five males who stood around you. Surprisingly, the man with doll eyes was the first to break the silence.

"It would seem a competition to earn your affections has begun."

"Wait, Illumi, you're not trying to kill (y/n)??"

"I was, at first. But more recently I have been attempting to split her away from you and approach her."

"What? Why in the hell do you want to do that?"

"She is the ideal wife for me. Father, Grandfather, Mother, and Great-Grandfather all agree that I should wed her as soon as possible."

"... You... YOU WANT TO MARRY (Y/N)??"

"I believe I have already stated that."

You were caught off guard by the nonchalant way the man spoke, as if he were discussing something as simple as going to the store instead of talking about marrying you. The red-head seemed to be increasingly frustrated and had yet to move his irritated gaze away from you and Chrollo.

"I'd love to fight her first, but I'm not against tying her down to keep as my personal little toy~"

"I won't let you kill (y/n)!"

"Oh, Gon~ Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to kill her. Well, not completely, at least~ I plan on enjoying my fight with her and then enjoying her body even if she's within an inch of death. Is that so bad?"

You suddenly felt rather unsafe near the two men who had just openly admitted to lusting after you and potentially following you during your travels. Not to mention the red-head basically plainly stated he wanted to badly hurt you and beat you before having sex with you. You then turned your gaze to Chrollo, hoping beyond all belief he wasn't playing the same game as the other two.

"My intentions haven't changed for quite a while. I've always found you attractive. I simply refused to let these two scuffle over you when I've had my eyes on you for a while."

"..."

You almost felt like the world was spinning or that you had been punched several times without realizing it. Your childhood friend and crush just openly stated his interest in you, which left you floored with emotions. A clown just spoke about wanting to use you for his pleasure in a fight and during sex. And a living doll basically proposed to you without proposing.

What?

"Wait- Kill, Gon- you two know them?"

"Yeah. We met Hisoka during the Hunter's exam, and Illumi is my eldest brother. There was a big fight between Kurapika and the Phantom Troupe and we got kidnapped so we met Chrollo and the other phantoms."

"... What-? Wait, so that means your father and grandfather- who I have fought against- somehow decided from that fight that I would be a good wife for their eldest son??"

"I guess so. You are super strong and your nen is powerful as all hell. Besides, fighting in my family is a normal thing. That's probably the quickest way to become a friend of the family, actually. Fight well against someone strong in the family, don't die while fighting, and you may as well be an unofficial family member."

"..."

"... You okay, big sis?"

"..."

"Um..? (Y/n)?"

"..."

"Did you go into shock or something?"

Killua cocked his head to the side, watching you stand unblinking as you tried to process everything that happened. It was kinda like you just became a statue after being told everything, which didn't bode well for the two boys. Gon and Killua exchanged a glance, as if trying to confirm what had happened.

"Gon, what do we do?"

"... Run?"

"I'm good with that. I'll grab (y/n), you get us out of here?"

"Yeah!"

Despite the fact that you could hear and see everything still, it felt as if your body had fully shut down. Had you been more in control, you probably would have scolded the boys for making their plan out-loud, but at least their plan involved keeping you safe. Even as you found yourself being carried by the same boy you watched over, you couldn't help but question what you were going to do now.

#x reader #yandere #female reader #yandere x reader #fem reader #reader insert #yandere adult trio x reader #yandere hisoka x reader #yandere illumi x reader #platonic gon x reader x killua #tw yandere

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harryspet · 4 years

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secret service | bucky barnes

[Warnings] secret service!bucky x reader, reader is vp’s daughter, bodyguard!bucky, agegap, noncon/dubcon sex, brat tamer bucky, dominant x submissive, rough sex (wear protection kids!!)

A/N: this is for @nsfwsebbie ‘s dream fic challenge. Happy b-day sab! this is @mypoisonedvine ‘s dream fic and the prompt was “I would love anything dark bucky, especially if he starts out all nice and stuff but then he's all manipulative and it gets worse and worse until we're in heavy dub con/non con territory”. hope you enjoy bb!

In which a political trip to London allows you to be reunited with your favorite secret service member, Bucky Barnes.

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“You’ll need to be on your best behavior this weekend. We can’t have an incident like last year.”

You didn’t meet your mother’s eyes as you looked out the window of the private plane. Surprising to most, this time you spent watching her read her millions of paperwork was the most time you spent with her. Your mother cared for you but she was not warm. You didn’t believe a warm person could make it so high in the government. Being the daughter of the Vice President, you saw the kinds of dirty, manipulative politics that went on behind the scene.

You wanted little part of it but, here you were, about to land in London for an important public event.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” She continued to talk despite your lack of an answer, “That means you tell your agents when you’re going somewhere. I don’t care if you’re only walking down the hall to the ice machine, you tell them. You’ve known this since you were a little girl, I don’t know why you always give me a hard time.”

“I’m already here alone, Mom. Must you torture me further by suffocating me?”

“I know you must think it’s fun to rendezvous with some foreign prince but I must ask you to keep your legs closed for this trip and listen to your security.”

Your mouth parted. She thought of you as some whore but the truth was that you were far from the persona she forced upon you, “You don’t know me at all. And Alden isn’t a prince, his father is a prince. He’s just a duke,” You faked a smile and she scowled at you.

You weren’t expecting her next words, “I have a surprise for you when we land.”

You paused for a moment, trying to read her face. She was perfect at disguising her true emotions and, as her daughter, the thought that you didn’t really know your mother was saddening, “A surprise? I thought you were lecturing me.”

“You won’t listen unless I bribe you, Y/N,” Just as the words left her mouth, the pilot spoke on the intercom. The plane was beginning its descent and in a moment you’d be landing. One of your mother's assistants had to approve all your outfits for this trip. After some discourse, you decided on a light pink dress for your arrival look. It hugged your curves the way you liked but it reached down to your knees modestly as your mother preferred.

When you were finally stepping down the stairs to the plane, watching your mother wave to the press, and the diplomats ready to greet her, you realized what your surprise was. Two sleek, black cars waited at the end of the red carpet and the sight of the man standing in front of the second one made your heart race.

It took everything in you not to run to him. His dark hair was styled neatly, his arms folded over his nicely pressed black suit and a soft look of happiness was displayed on his strong face. He was just like you remembered him, the earpiece in his ear and the gold pin on his lapel reminded you of his position.

“This is my surprise?” Your mother turned to you with a grin.

“I know how much you like Agent Barnes, maybe you’ll actually listen to him. You’re going straight to your hotel room, I will see you later tonight.”

“Of course, my beloved mother. Like all teenagers, I love sitting in my hotel room and doing nothing while I’m on a trip.”

You watched your mother walk away from you, going to the first car while you approached the second car. Your speed picked up as you neared him. He opened the door for you, winking, “Girl Scout is in the Stage Coach. I repeat, Girl Scout is in the Stage Coach.”

Everyone the secret service protected had a codename. You’d been a proud girl scout for most of elementary school and then middle school when your mother went from Senator to Vice President. The name stuck and you thought it was annoying now that you’d grown out of that phase but you liked the name on his lips.

As you carefully slipped inside the car, you were beaming and, as Bucky slipped in beside you, you had to wait to pounce. You attacked him with a hug as soon as the doors closed and none of the crowd could see you through the tinted windows. You felt his hand against your back, hugging you tightly and it was then that you realized how touch starved you had been.

Everyone you came in contact had to go through your guards and that was often an intimidating process for most guys. Even though you had started college, you decided to avoid boys altogether because of this.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Your eyes were wide even as you pulled away from him, “How?”

Bucky gave you a soft smile, “Well I can’t tell you all the details since they’re top secret but, let’s say, my mission didn’t take as long as predicted.”

Your eyes narrowed at him in curiosity, “So you killed the bad guys and they let you come back to play babysitter?”

Bucky shook his head, giving you an amused look, “So crass. I see nothing has changed,” He leaned over and, for the briefest second, you thought his face was leaning into yours. Instead, he had reached over to grab your seatbelt as he safely secured it around your waist. Your cheeks heated up and you found yourself looking into the rearview mirror where you could see the two agents sitting in the front seat, “I apologize for being gone so long.”

“You didn’t miss much,” You said to console him, “Just senior year which was nothing special.”

Seeing him now made you think about meeting him those six years ago. He was so young then, just having served in the Army, but somehow aging had made him look even better. You had a feeling he was just as king and loyal as before. You were just a middle schooler at the time, hormonal, and constantly fighting with your parents about your lack of freedom. Maybe you hadn’t changed much either.

You watched him fasten his own seatbelt as the car began to take off, “Nothing special, hmm?” He cocked his eyebrow, “What about prom? Graduation?”

“Oh, it was effectively ruined by my arch-nemesis. He stole my spot as Salutatorian, my prom date wouldn’t stop talking to him about nanotech for the entire evening, and guess who got into Stanford for early admission just like yours truly?”

“Little Peter Parker?” Bucky chuckled.

“He’s not so little anymore,” You crossed your arms, pouting, “He’s only jealous that my mother was chosen as Vice President and his uncle was chosen for the lousy Secretary of Labor position.”

“Seems he must like you a lot to follow you to Stanford. To move all the way across the country,” You gave him an incredulous look, “C’mon, princess, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“Of course I’ve noticed,” You rushed out your words, trying to ignore that feeling you got when he called you princess. If anyone else had said that, you’d probably feel disgusted but … you couldn’t help but think that term of endearment had changed its meaning. The truth was that you never thought Peter liked you and now you were worrying that your lack of social awareness had caused you to ignore the warning signs, “The last person I want to talk about is Peter Parker, Bucky.”

“Fine,” He folded his hands in front of him, sighing.

“Besides,” You side-eyed him mischievously, “I have someone far more important who feigns for my attention.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky leaned in.

“A duke,” You finished.

Bucky’s face seemed to fall, “I can’t imagine you as a duchess,” You couldn’t imagine yourself as one either but you liked the excitement that Alden brought you, “And your mother informed me of what happened last year. I’ll probably lose my job if something like that occurs again.”

“You’d tattle on me? I thought we were friends, Bucky.”

“That was when you were a harmless little girl. Now, you’re …” His eyes seemed to roam over your face then they fell to your neck but they moved back to your eyes before they could travel any lower, “You’re going to make this hard on me, aren’t you?”

You reached out to tap his cheek playfully and smirked, “I missed you.”

You weren’t sure exactly what holier-than-thou charity that these rich people had gathered in ball gowns to donate to. It was probably a minuscule fraction of their wealth and they most likely were only here to keep up appearances. Still, you enjoyed a chance to dress up.

You moved through the historical museum in a red ball gown, admiring all the expensive artifacts, as Bucky escorted you. You expected your mother to be with you during the event she’d forced you to attend but it seemed that she was once again too busy. You would’ve felt lonely if Bucky hadn’t been there. The other agents kept their distance, wearing tuxedos to blend into the rest of the crowd as they watched you from a distance.

Every now and then your conversation with Bucky would be interrupted by a message coming through his squiggly earpiece.

He looked quite handsome tonight and by the outline of his biceps against the fabric of his tuxedo jacket, you could tell he had bulked up over the last year.

“Madam Vice President had a run-in with the Prime Minister's wife. Turns out they’ve been dying to talk. She’ll meet you once the auction begins.”

“Oh, an auction, is that what this is? What endangered species are we saving tonight?”

“Funny,” Bucky added sarcastically, “... I don’t see your prince around. Perhaps he found another famous daughter to entertain for the night.”

You gave him a venomous look, “That cannot be possible when I look like this,” You emphasized your glamorous look that had taken nearly five hours to get on, “Now, would you please escort me to my table? I’m sure he’ll come and find me once you’re not standing beside me like a big tree.”

The truth was that you had no idea if Alden even remembered you from last year. He did make out with you but who knows how many famous daughters he had tried to entertain before. You hated how right Bucky seemed.

Bucky didn’t add anything to your harsh words as he escorted you into a large ballroom. It was so elegantly decorated that the room smelled like money. Blue stripes of light wavered through the room making it feel like you were in the middle of the ocean. You couldn’t help that the feeling of drowning that she experienced was a bad touch on the organizer's part.

Of course, your mother’s table was right near the front of the room. As Bucky pulled back the white chair, you took a seat, not meeting his eyes, “You’re dismissed, Mr. Barnes,” You spoke over your shoulder.

To your surprise, he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “You cause any problems tonight, princess, and you deal with me.”

Your mouth pinched into a thin line as you were left speechless. When you looked back, he was already walking away, taking his position by the far wall. You looked away quickly, mentally cursing. So much for having the upper-hand. You slouched in your seat, looking around the hall which was now flooding with people.

A few people you vaguely remembered having a conversation with approached you to talk. Hollywood celebrities, European politicians, and even famous designers hoping to get you to wear some of their designs. Lately, the paparazzi loved to follow you as you walked to class and gossip sites loved to talk about what you wore.

Everyone was so busy trying to get your attention that you hadn’t noticed someone slip in the seat beside you, “You look like you need something to drink,” You were a bit startled but you immediately recognized his voice. It seemed a year had made him more handsome as well. With one hand he grabbed yours and kissed it and with the other he handed you a glass of champagne.

“Your grace,” You greeted him, accepting the glass. You had almost forgotten that you could legally drink here. Despite that, you knew it would be improper to your mother. That’s why you took a sip, “Thank you so much-” You winced at the bitter taste but continued to sip.

The young duke was tall and red-headed, his face peppered with adorable freckles. His royal get-up was even more attractive.

You looked back at Bucky who was staring intently, “Is a night of fun in the cards for us?” You turned back to the Prince.

“I’m not supposed to rendezvous with royalty anymore. My Mom was not happy with me.”

He leaned back casually in his chair, his leisurely nature was surprising to you, “Is she usually happy with you?”

“Touche,” You took another painful sip, “Still, I’m not supposed to leave this table and I’m supposed to go straight back to my hotel room. No funny business.”

“No shenanigans whatsoever?” He frowned and you wondered why the British accent was so heavenly, “You must, at the very least, keep me entertained through whatever ceremony this is-”

“An auction, your grace.”

“What endangered species are we trying to save this time? It won’t be enough money anyways since they decorated this place with literal diamonds,” You smiled as you saw him reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out a flask, “Something stronger, perhaps?”

Bucky tapped his foot, starting to tune out the voice in his ear.

The room was now full of socialites, Madam Vice President had been escorted to her seat, and now the auction was beginning. The Vice President hadn’t so much as hugged her daughter so Bucky doubted she had noticed you were drinking yet. The young Duke would refill your glass with a clear liquid every time it ran low.

You were now giggling and laughing with him as a serious speech was given. You had to be at least six shots in. You played with his hand in your lap, leaning over to whisper in his ear, as you had the time of your life.

Bucky didn’t panic, only made a quick decision, “Girl Scout is in need of some rescuing. Clear the exit.”

Bucky scanned the room and his men began to follow his orders, as he approached your table. Before you could take another sip of your drink, his hand was on your shoulder. Your mother flashed him a concerned look but Bucky gave her a look to tell her not to worry. Luckily, she hadn’t noticed yet that you were about to go off the rails.

“Want some?” You smiled lazily as you lifted your glass. Bucky took it from you, setting back on the table.

“I think you need to use the bathroom, Miss Y/L/N,” You gave him a confused look. You wondered why he was being so stern with you.

“Nooo, I think you have the wrong woman, officer,” Bucky grabbed onto your hand, urging you up from your seat, “Let me deal with this rude man, your grace, I’ll be back soon.”

It seemed the Duke was in a similar, drunk state and simply replied with, “Return soon, my darling. I shall wait for your return-” You couldn’t respond because Bucky was trying to pull you away. Luckily, Bucky hadn’t managed to cause a scene but he knew you’d end up getting blackout drunk and embarrassing your mother if you continued.

Agents flocked around the two of you as you were guided out of the room. You almost tripped on the long skirt of your dress though Bucky easily caught you. You held onto him, giggling, “You couldn’t make it one night, could you?” You walked through a long hallway, staff carrying large plates of food passed and stared.

He brought you to the bathroom which was ginormous in itself, chandeliers hanging across the length of it, and completely empty, “I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here, officer.”

He leaned against the wall, “Walk around. Splash water on your face. Sober up.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the sink counter, as you stared at your makeup. As if you would ruin your makeup to “sober up”.

You pouted, staring at him through the mirror, “I didn’t mean to make you mad, Bucky. Only my mother.”

“Your mother is my boss. When you upset her, she’s upset with me,” Bucky was terse, and you wondered where that soft side was starting to disappear to, “You shouldn’t be drinking anyway.”

You huffed, hating that this conversation was starting to ruin your buzz, “I’m not a child. Don’t tell me you never had a sip of alcohol before you were twenty-one.”

“You think you’re more mature than you actually are,” You couldn’t help the scowl that formed on your face, “You’re not drinking for fun. You’re drinking to spite your mother.”

He moved closer, his hands behind his back as he sunk his words into you like a knife. You turned to him, taking a challenging step toward him. He towered over you but you clung to that anger and turned it to what you thought was confidence.

You grinned up at him, reaching out to play with the buttons of his jacket, “I thought you knew me better, Bucky,” You looked up at him with longing eyes, “I’m not a little girl anymore and you know that. You look at me differently. Your eyes linger on places you shouldn’t even be watching.”

Bucky grabbed your wrist tightly, suddenly, “Stop,” You knew you had touched a nerve.

“See, I know these things now,” You teased, “You like it when you can swoop me up and save me.”

“It’s my job, Y/N,” He spoke sternly. He was still holding you despite his words.

“What is it that you really want from me?” You pressed yourself closer to him, “A kiss maybe? Or something more forbidden?”

His eyes were dark with lust and you watched them linger on your lips at the mention of a kiss. What exactly did you want from him and what hole had you just dug for yourself? The alcohol was giving you courage but you weren’t actually sure how to finish what you started.

Bucky decided for you. He turned your body quickly, pressing your back into him, as a hand tightened around your throat. He faced you toward the mirror and the two of you were illuminated with bright lights. Your eyes widened as you watched him lean into your ear, “You’re such a brat ….”

Maybe part of him wanted you to mess up. Maybe he wanted a reason to get you alone with him and away from the royal douche that you were talking to. Maybe he let you get to this point ...

“Bucky, what are you-” His hand tightened around your throat and you felt your knees go weak.

He shushed you, “You asked what I really wanted. I want to punish you, princess,” Shivers went through your body as his warm breath tickled your ear, “I want to fuck you speechless so you can’t talk back with that smart little mouth of yours anymore.”

You started to struggle against you but you felt his fingers tighten around the sides of your throat. His hands were so big that they wrapped perfectly around your neck, “Hands on the counter,” He loosened his grip but only so he could push you forward. Like instinct, your hands held the sink counter. You turned your head to look back at him but he grabbed your hair, forcing your face forward, “Look forward, I want you to be able to see your pretty face while I fuck you.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry,” You forced out shakily as you felt the back of your dress being slowly unzipped. Through the mirror, you watched as he carefully took in the view of your body, “Please don’t hurt me-”

“Have I ever hurt you before?” He interrupted you, his hands traveling over your bareback, “I’ll always protect you, princess. I just think, if I’m going to keep doing my job, we need some new rules.”

The straps of your dress fell down your shoulder, exposing your breast. Again, as you tried to look away, he forced your face towards the mirror again, “Don’t be shy now,” He pulled down your panties, slapping your now exposed bottom, sending a stinging pain through your skin.

There was aching between your legs and part of you feared what he’d discover when he took a closer look. As you watched him undo his belt, a dark look in his eyes, you knew that he was going to push you all the way. He slapped your ass again, watching your body convulse as you tried to run from the pain. Surprisingly, his intimate touch only made that aching grow.

Upon closer examination, Bucky did discover the wetness between your legs. You bit down on your lip as his fingers roamed over your sweet spot, rubbing your sensitive bulb. You bent over further, allowing him more access which caused Bucky to smirk.

Something switched in him once again because suddenly he was pouncing again, positioning himself behind you as he pushed you further against the counter. He wanted you to see his face as he entered you, roughly grabbing your hair as he teased you entrance with his hard, throbbing cock.

“Please…”

“Please what? You want me to fuck you?” You closed your eyes, unwilling to answer, only to receive another smack to your bottom, “Don’t worry about what you want, princess, I’m making the decisions here.”

He stretched you as he slowly entered you and you tightly wrapped around his member, “Fuck, Y/N,” He cursed, moving deeper inside of you. At that moment, he was all that could feel, and all that consumed your thoughts. He moved torturously slow in and out of you and you gasped every time he sunk his entire length within you.

“Bucky!” You cried out, your mouth wide as you gripped the counter for dear life, “Ah, t-t-too big … p-please. Ah!”

He moved faster now, reaching around to grab ahold of your breast as he thrust inside of you. You called his name again and that only made him speed up his pace. He was torturing with his ferocity and now you wished he’d go back to taking it easy on you. You watched in the mirror as he split you apart, taking whatever innocence you had left within you, “Good girl, princess,” He praised you, “Taking my cock. So. Good.”

He was moving too fast now. With each thrust, he was hitting the right spot and sending pleasure in cascading waves through your body. You couldn’t take it, already tightening around his cock as you orgasm. You tried to run from it, trying to pull your body forward but he grabbed your arms, forcing you back onto his cock. Tears stung your eyes as he went even deeper.

When he finally came, he grunted hard, his moaning deep and heavy. You were defeated, conquered, though you didn’t understand why being violated could feel so good.

You leaned against the counter as you tried to catch your breath. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily, before pulling up his pants and tightening his belt again. He adjusted his earpiece before looking at you over again. Shaking, you were pulling up the straps of your dress.

“Sober now?” He asked, a wicked smile on his face. “Let’s try yes sir and no sir from now on. Understand?”

“Yes… Sir.”

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