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wandixx · 2 months

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Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies part 4

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Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Dani haven't considered how hard it can be to save people from house fire

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Trigger warnings: house fire, panic attacks, temporary character death (am I over dramatic to say this if background child character's heart stops for a long moment and Dani hears it?) slight dissociation (tell me if I missed something, I'll fix it)

Dani proved to be useful addition to Duke’s patrol routine even though she couldn’t always join him, had very little actual training and was a certified mess most of the time. It was nice to banter with her in the free time, she did help when needed and her enhanced hearing was great in finding trouble he would otherwise overlook. She also often brought snacks (he did too, because girl had no idea what was healthy and in the love of god, if he didn’t try to get her in better habits).

“Fire on seven. Some people are stuck inside,” Dani blurted out and flew faster than baseline person should be able to withstand. Duke run and grappled after orange blur she became. It was less than perfect that she couldn’t tell more specifically where things were going down, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t train.

They rarely intervened with fires, unlike Gotham’s police and CPS, firefighters here worked pretty great. Dani knew this, so her going there in the first place meant something was up.

On a fly he grabbed his gas mask. It was made to withstand Scarecrow and Joker when they released their toxins and not smoke so it should do its job. He hoped that Dani would stop before entering so he could give her spare mask and well, coordinate. But she didn’t, of course. What did he expect from kid who body tackled Joker’s goon without second thought about idk, four other goons with guns being in the same room! He only saw end of her cape in between flames when he swung to the right street. Duke made sure his mask was secure when he stopped on a nearest save rooftop to assess the situation. Fire was too big to be put out with personal means like fire extinguishers so all they could do was to evacuate.

“Hoopoe, you reckless idiot, don’t die in here,” he muttered, sure she would hear him before grappling inside too.

***

About five seconds after entering building, Dani decided that she didn’t like fires. It probably came from her time in Amity but she was far more comfortable when she could beat the root of the problem into submission. Also, it was surprisingly loud, like need-to-cover-her-ears-for-a-hot-moment type of loud. Not louder than a rogue attack, it would be really hard to beat that level of noise but fire was worse in some way. It was somewhat similar to nails on a blackboard. Not in a sound per se but in a vibe she got from it. How she couldn’t tune it out like she usually did.

She straightened herself and dove ahead to the nearest person she heard. Smoke rendered her eyes nearly absolutely useless. Though she saw, heard and felt enough to find safe routes. Of course she could go intangible and in theory wouldn’t be affected by anything from physical realm but even when intangible fire kept burning for some reason and she would prefer to stay raw to being crispy. Rescued people should stay unfried too.

She didn’t quite remember first few rescues, just that it went smoothly, she took a leaf from Danny’s book, throwing some puns and references she didn’t quite knew but from context thought they would fit. Then once outside, she kept telling them to wait for paramedics and went back inside. She was more and more on edge for some reason.

She was really glad she didn’t need to breathe as much.

Middle-aged man grabbed her arm and shook her violently, asking to save his children.

“Fourth floor, fifth window to the left. Please save them!” man cried. Dani felt kinda like snapping but took deep breath to stop herself from it. Signal would be disappointed if she yelled at panicking civilian. She could kinda relate to the man anyway. She was probably also panicking.

“I’ll save them, I promise,” she said instead, phasing out of his grip.

She heard them, little boy weakly whispering to his sister that everything would be alright as soon as the heroes would get to them. His voice was hoarse, choked, interrupted by shallow breaths while the girl sobbed. Dani darted their way. Fire unit and medics were finally getting closer.

Girl yelled when caped hero appeared in room full of smoke. They both were sitting, older boy slightly swaying.

“It’s okay, I’m here to get you out to your dad,” she soothed, grabbing them both into a hug like carry. She barely jumped away from under the crushed lamp that fell where they were half a second before. Girl yelped.

“It’s okay, I got you, it’s okay,” she muttered, hoisting kids into more comfortable position. She flew nearest way out of the rom, looking for a clear spot on an outer wall. Her stomach dropped and core spasmed when she realized that boy stopped breathing, going limp in her arms. She was panicking throughout whole of this fire rescuing mess but only then she became frantic.

Maybe it was because of the smoke that kept cluging in her throat. She didn’t need to breathe as often but now she felt like she was suffocating and was suddenly all too aware of each bit of air she managed to swallow in her lungs.

She almost dropped when they finally got out. It took less than a second for her to fly to the kids’ father. She put girl down a little to hastily before gently laying boy n the pavement. Adult was beginning to hyperventilate and honestly Dani wasn’t too far behind him. She wished Signal was there. He would know what to do. Dani only had been on one first-aid course and she spent the better part of it on reviewing memes.

She had to remember something!

Breaths! She had to make absolutely sure if he was breathing!

She remembered practicing this one, so she did as instructed, counting to fifteen instedad of ten for a good measure. Then to twenty just to be safe. She knew she was counting too fast anyway.

Boy wasn’t breathing.

He wasn’t breathing!

She wished her ears were deceiving her but there was no heartbeat too!

What was she supposed to do now?!

Oh, right, she remembered chest compression thing from movies. She could do it.

Someone yanked her back, so hard she almost hit her head.

“You’re doing it wrong. I’m nurse, I’ll do it,” young woman declared, already kneeling were Dani was mere seconds ago, unzipped boy’s hoodie and got to work. Only then halfa realized that they got circled by small crowd of people rescued from building. Two of them were calming boy’s family down. She would use some comforting too.

She scrambled to her feet, racing out the crowd. Nobody even glanced her way.

She turned around and flew back inside the burning building.

Why did it feel like running away?

First ambulance arrived three rescues after the boy. Dani was so relieved she had to stop for a moment because her knees buckled and flight betrayed her for a hot second. She heard only four other people inside and Signal. They would finish soon enough.

Good.

Her head was spinning slightly.

“Congratulations, you are being rescued, please do not resist” she announced with forced confidence, appearing next to the man who probably was in a gang. Thankfully he didn’t fight her. When she was back in Central City one of the Flashes told her to make sure that people know she was trying to help them especially if they seemed like the type to choose fight over other crisis responses. This man certainly did. He almost punched her anyway.

Next was boy who was far too little to be left alone. She gave him her cape. She assumed he could use the comfort it gave her. There was a reason she choose comfiest blanket to this role.

She heard Signal making his way to the last victim but for some reason it was slow going. She flew up there after the last reassuring words to the boy.

She learned why Signal got stuck about three seconds after appearing on the right floor. It was a literal epicenter or whatever it was called. The root of the problem. The literal Hell on earth. Dani stopped for a moment, downed by the coughing fit and tears making her sight absolutely useless.

Signal was talking to someone. Asking them to calm down. She wasn’t sure. Dani forced herself to stand up and go see what was happening. She was probably swaying a little.

There was young woman in the middle of the fire. There was no scent of burning skin or hair so Dani assumed there were some powers involved. Thankfully most likely she wasn't a ghost. Dani wasn’t in the right headspace to fight a ghost and as cool and competent as Signal was, he couldn’t fight ghosts either.

Woman was visibly terrified. She kept screaming, begging Signal to go away because she was too dangerous to be so close. Hero tried to talk her down. She yelled that it was all her fault and she shouldn’t be saved.

Oh.

Woman had to just learn about her ability and lost control over it. Go big or go home, right? She didn’t exactly have home anymore so…

Dani barely kept herself from hysterical laughter.

Ghost fights were so, so much easier, she just had to beat the cause of the problem into submission and trap it in the thermos. No persuade it into stopping.

It was all too hot, too loud, too suffocating.

Dani could barely think.

Creaking of the ceiling boomed through her brain, somehow getting over the overwhelming cackle of fire that made her just want to hide in the corner and cry, even ignoring absolute onslaught to her other senses.

Ceiling was going to fall down and crush all of them.

Dani could barely think, so she didn’t.

She forgot to turn intangible when she crushed through window, meta woman held tightly in her arms. Thank Ancients she was durable enough to not break her head for that. Signal could handle himself. Hopefully.

Dani gasped on fresh air. She felt lightheaded, barely cognizant from instinctual relief to be out. She was free falling, her body limp, eyes half-closed, wind rushing in her ears and on her face. It was paralyzing but not in a bad way.

It felt good.

It felt like freedom.

It felt like something she could do for the rest of eternity.

It felt-

“HOOPOE!” panicked yell cut through her haze.

Right.

She was plummeting to the ground. She held someone. They would die when they crushed.

She should stop falling.

Could she do it?

She had to.

She dropped off the blue haired woman with the nearest medic squad and ran. Or flew. She wasn’t quite sure. Her brain still didn’t feel right. But she knew she had to leave.

Next thing she knew was the pain from practically collapsing on a wall and dumpster she hid behind. From what, she had no idea. She had no idea about anything.

So she did only thing she still could.

Dani cried.

***

Duke was getting frantic in his search for Dani after that room collapsed. He knew she made it out, he saw her falling head first to the ground. He was trying to catch her but he knew he couldn’t do it on time. And then she caught herself, left Abigail with medics and flew away in a blur. And Duke couldn’t go right after her because some cop had questions. Duke did his best to wrap it up quickly but still by the time he could look Hoopoe was nowhere to be seen. He was straining his eyes trying to see any sign of her but other than the boy with her cape as a blanket there was nothing. He was tempted to ask Babs for help.

Scratch that, he didn’t have time to do this on his own. Pride and this stupid bet be damned. He turned on his comm, not bothering to go off the main channel.

“Oracle, I need you to search for white-haired preteen girl dressed in white and black. Somewhere near Rossaire street. Probably there will be no clear footage”

“Need help in search?” Steph chimed in gently “Spoiler can be there five minutes flat”

Duke considered it for a moment. Steph knew how Dani looked (as much as anyone who saw her only in photos could know how she looked) and wanted to meet girl anyway. She could be useful help. On the other hand, she mentioned before she had some important stuff. And he wasn’t sure how Dani would react to someone unknown finding her in this state. Last thing he wanted was scaring girl even more. He searched road for Dani’s past light, again.

“No, don’t worry. She just got a little overwhelmed”

“Alright, good luck with finding your kid then”

“She is not my kid!”

“Signal who-” Bruce grunted but got interrupted by Babs.

“Turn right, she entered blind zone but I can lead you there”

“Thanks O”

“No invisibility?” Steph mused.

“Thank God for that,” Duke answered, while grappling to the left. He shoot forward as fast as he could ”Or maybe not. She has to be quite out of it”

“Left again”

“Signal, who are you looking for?” Bruce asked again.

“Next alley to the right. It’s the last place I can see her”

“Thanks O.”

“Signal-”

“Later B.”

Duke landed in the alley, turning his comm off. He knew that sooner rather than later he would have to explain himself and would probably get endless teasing but it wasn’t important at the time. He searched again for past light. He run after glimpses. He stopped when he heard sniffle from behind a dumpster. He slowed down, approaching loudly. It wouldn’t do any good to scare her.

“Hoopoe?”

Her breath hitched. Duke sat down next to her far enough to not invide her personal space but close enough to make her feel not alone.

Her face was black from ashes and smoke other than where her mask was and cleaner tracks her tears were making.

Her mask was laying on a ground (clearly forcefully thorn off which ouch), cape obviously nowhere in sight. When she calmed down, he would ask what happened with it. It would probably be a good distraction. But not now.

“Hey kid. Can you try breathing a little slower for me?”

She mumbled something, inaudible between loud wheezing.

“I know it’s hard but I’m sure you can do it. Who if not you?”

Girl visibly tried, shifting around as if she tried to find some much needed comfort. Clearly, the lack of pressure her cape was giving her wasn’t helping.

“How about you try putting hand on my chest and matching my breathing? It often helps”

She moved her hand and he led it to his chest. Dani shuddered.

Slowly, telegraphing his movements Duke extended his arm and put it across Dani’s shoulders. Girl leaned into it with choked sobs.

“I know it was scary,” he muttered as she shook silently “You did so well, Dani”

Girl let out quiet, high-pitched whine that didn’t sound quite human, trapping him in the hug much stronger than child her age should manage. He rubbed her back gently.

They sat in silence, as girl relaxed a bit.

“I officially despise fires. Just not my vibes, y'know,” was the first thing she managed to say. Duke smiled, still trying to comfort her. He knew far too well what she was trying to do. He let her. Every hero needed to retreat to humor every once in a while. Majority of his family and associated vigilantes did it constantly.

“Right here with you”

She looked at him, searching for something on what little she could see on his face.

“You see more, don’t you?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer “It was too much even with normal eyes. How can you be so calm?”

“I have normal ears and after fifth or tenth time it loses its charm”

“Yeah, okay,” she wheezed out “I didn’t expect the fire to be so loud. And smoke was a bit much in terms of texture and smell and everything”

“I would give you a mask if you waited, you know?”

He felt more than saw how she shrugged. It seemed like she wasn’t exactly listening to him anymore.

“But since you didn’t, we should get you looked up by some professional. You breathed in some nasty stuff”

Dani didn’t respond. Then she sprung up with gasp, a little out of his grasp, not standing but sitting straighter. She grinned, wide, eased thing gracing her lips as fresh tears began to create new paths on her dirty cheeks. She let out a choked laugh, more sign of relief or release of tension than actual happiness. It sounded rougher than usual, probably because of smoke and ashes aggravating her throat.

He wanted to ask what was up but it felt like the wrong time for it.

“He is breathing again” Dani cheered gently, as if unsure before repeating loudly, letting herself believe “THE BOY IS BREATHING AGAIN!”

Girl was shaking again, no bothering with drying tears this time.

Duke could guess what happened. He didn’t want to think about it too hard.

“It’s great to hear”

“Yup!” she grinned between fat tears.

They sat in silence as Dani gradually calmed down again. He knew she didn’t feel all that well yet, she couldn’t but she was probably calm enough to not break down in the middle of the BatBurger.

“I think this day counts as quite bad one,” girl said, wheezing a bit. Duke smiled, knowing where this was going. He ruffled her hair.

“Yeah, I think so too”

None of them said anything for a long moment.

“You’re up for a ‘bad day combo’ Gotham style, Hoopoe?”

“Yup” she smiled.

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Apartment building: *is on fire*

Dani: It can't be that bad

Narrator voice: It was in fact, much worse

Kid, whose heart stopped thankfully didn't have too many issues tied to it and nothing life treatening long term. Every person who was in the building during fire left relatively unscathed. This fic is supposed to be mostly fluff I'm not killing anyone

Kid who got Dani's cape-blanket refused to phisically let go of it for solid two weeks. Later it still had to be in his sight. Understandable since his life went of the rails and did it hard. Kids ripe age of seven shouldn't be home alone. Especially not for whole day...

Dani: *still clearly shaken* Does your bad day combo include fries?

Duke, on his way to The "I had mental breakdown and need calories" Waffle Foodtrack: No, but we can change it!

Underpayed BatBurger employee: ...

Duke&Dani looking like they've just returned from war:...

Underpayed BatBurger employee: ...

Duke&Dani:...

Underpayed BatBurger employee: *deciding they don't have enough mental energy to care* Welcome to the BatBurger, can I take your bat-order?

Duke: One kids meal, please

Employee at The "I just had mental breakdown and need calories" Waffle Foodtrack, used to seeing Bats crying: *sees Hoopoe munching on her fries but in a sad way* Ah, babiest one got christened by fire already?

Employee: *takes out notebook to note down crazy combo this kid will come up with**they have every Gotham vigilante in here*

Dani: I haven't had a waffle ever before so maybe nuttella and whipped cream? I don't know, sweet?

Employee, offended: Let me surprise you.

It was great waffle, sweet enough to give sugar rush quite big group of preschoolers. It had marshmallows, sprinkles, whipped cream, jellybeans, whatever else this person on the mission found and could mix. Dani absolutely loved and devoured it.

I finally didn't forget to add read more!!!

I really want to draw Dani and Duke togheter but I can't find any pose references that satisfied me. Do you have any good ones? Can be chibi though preferably not

Next part

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he cares about her deeply #no jokes for this part tags either #though I hope you had fun at Waffle Foodtruck #hoopoe's cape shock blanket #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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apexland · 3 years

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Bloodhound x Reader

Warnings! Swearing, Violence

Might be a few errors here and there, still need to go through it properly!

Preparing for the drop every legend had a different pre-game ritual that helped get them in the zone before the beginning of every match, some more questionable than others such as Octane who uses the time for gaming, completely strange but I think it would be more concerning to see him sitting still or the likes of Revenant who always disappears before the drop, Mirage always says he’s away skinning something or doing something murderous. Bloodhound though they have always been a scary legend to come face to face with in battles, before every match they sit sharpening the edge of axe that they always carried along with them. Bloodhound always kept their cards close, never giving much away and I think that was the scariest part, being unpredictable. At least with Dr. Caustic you knew he wanted to watch you die a slow and painful death within his toxic gas.

My ritual before the drop was listening to music, eyes closed, I found it easier than talking to the people I was about to face off with in the arena - it made it easier to pull the trigger without hesitation.

As I let out sigh I took out my ear buds, knowing from experience the exact time of the drop, opening my eyes I was met with the blank stare of Bloodhounds mask from across the room the slight red glare that stained the glass looking right back at me.

I peeled my eyes away once the squads flashed up on the screen. “Race you to the LZ” Octane’s rang out from beside me as we stepped on the platform. I rolled my eyes at him.

“You know we don’t have to race if we are on the same team Silva” He was still jumping on the spot the sound of his legs clanking against the ground.

“Where’s the fun in that amigo?”

“Let’s break some circuits” Wattson giggled from the other side of me. “Man, I really need to get a phrase” I said, fixing the strap of my boot, before the floor began to open and we were lowered above the destroyed land of World’s Edge, a chaotic mix of the epicentre that lay thick with snow, the dome that was surrounded by deadly lava - making it all the more scarier to fight near it, one wrong move and you would be cooked.

Octane - the adrenaline junkie that he is decided that fragment west would be the best option. The most popular landing spots amongst old and new legends and the spectators favourite spot to see a quick bloodbath. But, luck was most defiantly not on my side today scouting two floors and still having no weapon was not ideal.

“I need a weapon” I said over the comms, sighing at all of the ammo that was one the floor but no gun.

“There’s a Mozambique here” Wattson’s voice came back over the comms.

“Hey! Isn’t that Chey’s line” Octane laughed. I picked up a few more syringes and cells before letting out a sigh followed by a quiet ‘dibs’. It was a good gun but nothing compared the dominant R-99 or the Volt, which judging by my luck the enemies would already be kitted with.

We moved to another building but it was long before the sound of footsteps sounded around us. “We’ve got friends here” I said quietly, a glimmer of luck started to appear when I found a hemlock of the lack of heavy ammo was disappointing.

Wattson had put up her fences, the loud sound of the burning electricity warned the enemies off slightly. I peaked through one of the barred windows, spotting wraith who was focused on another door of our building I took the shot but she was quick to phase away.

“Careful Horizon’s probably going to throw her ultimate over here” I warned my squad mates but Wattson quickly replied “I’ll take care of that”

“Wattson now!” I shouted as I seen newt being thrown towards us along with the deadly gas of caustic but luckily the pylon zapped them both down.

“Let’s go!” Octane yelled as he jammed the syringe into his leg before speeding off and we quickly followed, “Watch for traps Silva” I said, trying to catch up with him. I spotted Wraith trying to portal them out of the building, taking it back as she got the warning in her head. I quickly placed down on of my spike traps, pressure sensitive that once stepped on will send a deadly spike usually through the leg disabling the legend, which is exactly what it had down to Caustic as he was the next one to appear through the rift.

Quickly taking him out, not giving him a chance to put down one of his traps as he muttered a ‘damn you’. Focusing back on the other two, Octane was already pushing to the building along with Wattson and taking care of the rest of the squad.

Finally getting better loot, I started feeling more positive about the match until the sound of Bloodhounds scan and us being in range. “Shit” I whispered. “We need to move now!”

We scrambled back into the building, but Wattson had been took down by a triple take, I looked behind be to see the same stained red glass looking back at me as Bloodhound lifted their head from the scope of the sniper.

Quickly getting to work by putting down traps at the doors, taking a peak out of the barred window I quickly ducked back down as a bullet skimmed past my ear from the same gun that took Wattson out. I felt the blood from where the bullet grazed but my attention was diverted by the door across from me opening and then scream from Loba as the spike was deep in her leg, taking my chance I used the mastiff that I picked up from the other team to quickly end things.

One down, two to go.

“Careful Silva, Bloodhound has a triple take”

Rampart was the next of their squad to reveal herself as I heard the distant sound of a barrier being placed up along with Sheila’s red laser scanning the walls ready to shred someone apart.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” I groaned, just as another one of Bloodhound’s scan revealed us yet again.

“Can you distract them Silva?” Pulling out one of my most deadly traps, once it hit the ground it sends out a wave of spikes that usually without fail impales the enemy long enough for them to need to heal and just the perfect amount of time for me to take them amount.

There was silence from Silva before I seen the green flash of him flying across the other building from his jump pad, that must be the distraction. I quickly snuck out of the building as I heard them both firing at the adrenaline junkie, quickly pulling the pin of the trap with my teeth, I tossed it in the middle of the pair. Octane had went down because of being lasered with Sheila. Getting closer I finished off Rampart, but as I was about to search for Bloodhound, they found me.

The scary roar of his beast of the hunt sounded out.

Shit

Making a run for it, I didn’t get very far before a bullet got me right in the stomach, wheezing out for air at the sudden impact. Pulling myself up, my back leaning against the wall, the hunter came closer just like a predator stalking their prey.

They bend down in front of me but as I waited for them to put me out of my misery I felt a hand caress my cheek, confusion washed over me. The hand moved to ghost over the tried blood that had trailed down the side of area and followed the trail on to my neck, goose bumps appearing after every touch. “You fought well, felagi fighter” My heart was thumping, they were so close it was almost making me forget that I was basically bleeding out, which I eventually did but the comfort from the hound made it less painful.

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Waking up in the respawn chambers up, I sat up with haste but immediately feeling the pain in my abdomen which made all of the events from the match flood back to me. Did I imagine it? Did it really happen?”

Then it came to me.

Making my way to the control room, where the cameras got all the footage the process of editing and making sure it’s ready to be aired to the spectators. I knocked on the door waiting for a response before the door flew open.

“Hey Ezekiel, can you get me my body camera footage from the last match” He looked at me with a tilt of his head”

“Sur- is everything ok?” He asked, looking at me with concern.

“Yeah, I just missed a few shots and want to review the footage in training” He nodded before turning around and handing me a USB.

“Thank you, appreciate it”

Taking the drive and heading to my room before plugging it in and clicking on the file with my name labelled on it. Skipping all of the footage until I got to the last fight. It did happen and I didn’t imagine it, I closed the screen of the laptop before biting my nail trying to think of what I should do.

Was I overthinking everything? But they didn’t kill me. They should have, like they had done to both of squad mates.

“Hey Anita, have you seen Bloodhound?” The solider was sat down with one of the weapon manuals that was lying around the communal area, building on her already extensive knowledge of every weapon to ever be created.

“Last time I seen them was in the training yard” I gave a quick nod. “Thanks, Anita”

“You’re welcome FNG” Pausing as I looked at her. “I’m not the new one anymore, you said you’d stop calling me that”

She shrugged at me “It took you long enough to figure out what it meant, you think I am just going to let that go”

I rolled my eyes at her mumbling ‘funny’, followed by a laugh from Anita “You’re right it is” She always loved when people didn’t follow her military talk, it meant she could basically speak in her own language without anyone knowing it was meant to make fun of them.

Making my way to the training yard I pushed the door open, there was few other legends training but everyone usually kept well spaced apart because nobody wanted to get dropped in the training yard, that would be embarrassing.

I spotted the tall frame of the hound, they were on one the last rows.

Stopping behind them as the Raven’s bite axe flew to the target landing right on the dummy’s heart, I swallowed. Quickly putting my fear aside before I looked like an idiot just standing ther-

“How can I assist you?” Their voice rang out. Of course Bloodhound already new I was here, walking to the target they collected their axe finally looking at me as they walked back to their original standing position.

“Ah- I just wanted to ask you something” I said, trying to look anywhere but at the intense gaze that was starting back at me. They nodded, giving me the go ahead to continue.

“Why didn’t you kill me” I asked

“Did you want me to kill you?” They asked, sounding almost puzzled. I let out a sigh “No- I don’t mean it like tha-” I stopped myself, feeling like an idiot I should have just left it alone.

Bloodhound tilted their head “You know, never mind- it doesn’t matter” but as I was about to walk off i felt a hand on my wrist, stopping me suddenly. “If it is bothering you, tell me” Bloodhound came closer, the close proximity throwing me off once again.

“Like you did with Wattson and Octane” I paused for a second trying to ignore how close they were to me and gather my thoughts “You took them right out, with no mercy- but you waited with me”

“I didn’t want you to suffer” They spoke, the hand came up to push my hair behind my ear, revealing the small stitches on the top of my ear caused from the triple take bullet. The same movement had that they had done in the match brought back the same feelings, causing me to hold my breathe trying to keep my composure.

Their hand moved to my stomach grazing over the same area of where they had shot me. “The same reason I shot you here, because it would only wind you and the pain would be minimal”

The touch sent Goosebumps all over my body, my heart hammering in my ears as I looked up at Bloodhound. “Why” I whispered, both of us lost in the moment because we had managed to get even closer barely any space between our bodies.

“You are special, the Allfather has blessed me with you” Their thumb tracing over my bottom lip then falling to my jaw tracing the few dotted cuts on it slowly, “that is why I could not kill you”

#Apex Legends #apex #apex legends x reader #bloodhound #bloodhound x reader #gender netural #apex imagines #bloodhound imagine #apex bloodhound

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.5)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,944 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author's Note: I'm using the new post editor so I'm not sure if the tags are working??? Can someone let me know, thanks!

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After Steve had let you go, you had gone inside, ending your night abruptly. You locked yourself in the bedroom all night, planning to refuse to let them in if they asked. They surprisingly left you alone. You wondered where they had slept but surmised it was just another room because there were multiple in the house.

You laid awake in the morning for a long time, staring out the window at the waves, lost in your racing thoughts. If they were serious about either being here or in an apartment back in the city, you wondered if just staying here would be so bad. But then you thought of whenever they would need to come with their wives – this was a beach house after all for them. Where would you go during those times? Maybe Steve had just spoken out of anger and did not mean here.

Why did you constantly attract men like this?

But how surprised were you with men as wealthy and entitled as them?

You scowled for the umpteenth time thinking of how casually they had brought it into conversation and acted like you were being unreasonable at the idea of it. Men screwed you for awhile and then got bored. That is how it always went. In other circumstances though, you were able to pivot to someone else. You were not going to have that opportunity here. And it scared you.

You wished you could just call an Uber and go back home but there was no way to sneak out of the house without talking to them. And it was not like they did not know where you lived. But if they had some time to think, maybe they would realize how outlandish their proposal was from your point of view.

Grumbling, you rolled over away from the window. You were getting hungry though and you had to face them sooner or later.

As if they could read your thoughts, someone walked in without knocking and you listened to their footfalls coming towards the bed. They stopped on the side of the bed that you were facing away from. Peace was going to be broken.

The comforter was torn back, and you groaned, grabbing blindly for it. But it was too far down the bed. Rolling onto your back, you sighed tiredly.

Tony was staring down at you, wearing shorts and a button down with sunglasses hanging off his chest, looking as posh as ever.

“It’s almost 10am, Y/N.”

“Five more minutes,” you tried.

“No,” Tony returned firmly immediately. “Get up. We are going on the boat. Get you some fresh air. You can get some sun, relax on a towel while we work.”

Reluctantly, you sat up in bed, rubbing at your eyes. You got up and went over to your suitcase to dig through to find another swimsuit since you had made a mess of the other one with Steve last night on the dock. Tony had not left and you looked over your shoulder, seeing he had sat down in the wicker chair by the window and was peering out. He was making sure you got ready and in a timely fashion.

You made to go to the bathroom and Tony piped up from behind you, amusement lacing his tone, “Never thought I’d see you be shy about being naked.”

Stopping, you looked at him, “I need to use the restroom.”

“Ah,” Tony said before turning his head to look out the window again.

You turned back again and went into the restroom to get ready.

When you came back out, he was still waiting, scrolling through his phone. You snatched the cover up off the top of your suitcase and threw it over your head.

“Get some shoes on, we gotta drive to the marina.” You apparently did not mask your confusion because Tony explained, “The boat is in the marina down the road.”

“So… not the speedboat?”

Tony snorted loudly, “No. That’s for crabbing. We are going sailing.”

You could not imagine owning even one boat, no matter what it was.

Getting into the car, you saw Steve was already in there in the backseat where you were supposed to sit in the middle. Two of their men were in the front seats; probably who was going to be driving the boat today.

You gave him a weak smile, “Morning.”

“You slept in,” he commented dryly, scrolling through his phone, barely sparing you a glance.

He did not seem happy.

Tony slid into the seat beside you, and you were shifted closer to Steve which is the last thing you thought he wanted right now. But he made no move to shift away so maybe that was a good sign.

“I was tired,” you mumbled.

He merely made a noise of acknowledgment. You must have really bruised his ego. Sucking your teeth, you turned your attention back to Tony who seemed to want to engage with you.

A complete opposite from Steve. He was all smiles, his fingers intertwining with yours and pulling you close. You leaned towards him as he pointed out places along the waterfront that you all could go for lunch after boating. And all the gossip about people he recognized walking.

The boat was long, longer than you expected. And you accepted Tony’s help crossing the gap to get up onto it. He held you close as it took off, Steve still extremely engrossed in his phone across the way.

“You been on a boat before?” Tony asked curiously against your ear. You smiled from the sensation of his breath and shook your head, turning slightly to look at him. He smiled mischievously, his grip tightening. “Okay, well, if you get sick, let us know.”

A few minutes passed and he sighed.

“We are coming up on the inlet. It’s going to be a little rough but don’t worry. That’s normal. The ocean is meeting the calmer water in here.”

His arm came even tighter around you as the bow hit the waves, trying to hold you in place as well as he could. You leaned back into him and you felt him adjust to let you lean even further. His hand gripped your hip tighter, his thumb caressing. It was comforting and you let it be, relishing in the semblance of normalcy.

When you had hit calmer waters, Tony had encouraged you to get up and take a towel to the bow of the boat. There was a place to sunbathe. Him and Steve needed time to talk business. You did not argue, grabbing one of the towels. But you hesitated seeing what you needed to walk around.

“You need help?” Tony breathed against your ear and you laughed despite yourself. You hated how comfortable he made you feel.

“No, I’ll just hold onto the railing,” you said.

“Don’t go overboard now,” he teased before backing off.

You stepped up and went along the side of the boat, holding onto the railing. You felt his eyes on you and that is what you focused on; his attention, not the thought of you actually taking a header over the side of the boat into the waves.

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At first, you had started on your back, but you had flipped onto your stomach by now. The sun was comforting, and after time, you had gotten used to the swell of the waves. It was actually relaxing.

The wood creaked next to you and you could tell by the cologne that it was Tony. You cracked your eyes open, and he smiled, seeing you saw him as he laid down next to you. He had lost his shirt. You smiled in return before closing your eyes again.

Tony’s fingers ghosted down your back coming to rest on your ass.

“I thought you just wanted me to lay here and get sun,” you murmured, not opening your eyes.

Tony chuckled, “I do. I’m just appreciating you, sweetheart.”

His fingers dug in slightly and he let out an exhale, his fingers continuing to caress. You had been in this business long enough to read prodding body language.

You opened your eyes, peering up at him. “Do you want me to turn over?”

“Well…” Tony chuckled. “Since you’re offering.”

You did, and he was on you immediately. His kisses were soft and you welcomed it when his lips finally met yours after gracing your collarbone. He moaned softly against your mouth, his tongue slipping in. Your hands came up to grip the back of his head, wanting to make him happy.

He forced his hand underneath your back, and you arched your back to give him access. He undid your bikini top clumsily. It took him no time to tear the straps down your arms and toss them behind him back onto the deck.

Tony was gentle in caressing your breasts, taking it slow as he worked you up. You fell into his rhythm, forgetting everything else. His hand slipped down underneath your bottoms, his fingers pressing past your lips with gentle purpose. You smiled into his kiss.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just like how gentle you’re being. It’s different,” you said.

“Mhm, that’s a compliment if I ever heard one,” he murmured, hooking his fingers beneath the strap of your bottoms. You let him pull them down your legs.

He crawled on top of you, and you kissed him back fervently. Tony pinned your hips down, slipping up into you. Your arms hooked around his neck, falling into the rhythm. Kissing him deeply as he thrusted up into you, you gasped against his lips.

His hand cradled your head, his kiss passionate as he emptied inside you.

When he rolled off of you, he exhaled deeply. He sat up slightly after a few moments, searching and located your sunscreen.

He sat up fully now and said, “Since you are going the no tan lines route now, let me do you back up.”

You accepted the reapplication gratefully, his hands touching every crevice, making sure you were completely covered. He gestured for you to sit up and you did, making sure he got your back.

When you laid back down, he finished with your face, his fingers moving delicately. You smirked and he said, “Sunburns are a serious thing, love. Just making sure you’re protected. I’ll let you get back to it, I got work to do. Peace and tranquility again for you up here, whatever that means.”

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Coming back to the cooler at the other end of the boat, Tony pulled out the bottle of bourbon. Steve was relaxing on a chair, dark sunglasses resting on his nose.

“Any update?” Tony asked, pouring himself a drink.

Steve nodded, “They found a couple options. I’ll send them to you. I personally like the third, but they are all close to the office, so it won’t take us long to get over to her.”

“Are they all—”

“Near the top of the buildings, yes. No easy access out a window.”

“Good,” Tony nodded approvingly, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’ve already contacted Tatiana. Told her what we are offering to pay out for the contract,” Steve went on, lying his hand down on his thigh to look away from his phone.

“She happy with it?”

“Of course she is. Money talks.”

Tony took another drink and said, “That’s good. I was going to get irritated by any hiccups.”

“Any morehiccups,” Steve corrected sounding sour.

Tony waved him off and said, “Y/N shows her teeth but she’s not going to bite. She’s a good girl. We can handle it. She’s just flustered. She’ll settle down.”

“How are you so calm about this, I’ll never know.”

“I’ve had mistresses’ before. Granted, I got tired of them pretty quick, but they were also super needy, wanting to be number one, which is never the goal of this situation. Y/N is the exact opposite of that,” Tony shrugged. “It’s giving me hope this could work out very well.”

“Well, the fact she’s not needy is the reason we need to keep her corralled.”

“Corralled for a while,” Tony corrected him now. “Not permanent. It won’t take her long. She’ll ease into being on her own and get over losing that cheap ass room she had at the brothel. People like comfort and she’ll have a lot of that when she realizes she likes being able to stretch out and have the whole place to herself. And she likes gifts, that’s not going to stop. She’ll be able to make her own meals, a luxury she has not had, especially in her own kitchen. She’ll have control over her environment. It’s simple, Steve. Comfort.”

Steve stared at Tony, taking that in. And Tony smiled, raising his glass. “You might be older than me year wise, but I’ve got more wisdom, Cap.”

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“I don’t want to do this,” you hissed at Tatiana.

You had cornered her the moment you had gotten back to the brothel. The last day, Steve had warmed up again. The subject of the apartment had not come up again and you were unsure if you should have brought it up again or maybe it was a settled manner that it was not going to happen.

But that theory had been destroyed when they dropped you off, telling you that they had found a place and it would be ready for you in a few days. You had kept it together, giving them the kisses on the cheek before getting out of the car. Upon seeing Tatiana though, who looked jubilant for you, you immediately stormed into her office. You noticed one of their guys had stayed behind to keep an eye on you and you huffed before closing the door in his face.

Tatiana was caught off guard and was at a loss for words for a few moments before she cleared her throat. “Y/N,” she said in a worried tone.

You came close and whispered desperately, “Please. Just distract the guy so I can slip out the back.”

“Where are you going to go?” she asked you in hushed tones, perplexed.

“Back home!” you said throwing your hands out. “It won’t be that bad. I’ll just get a normal job and bunk with people and just live some boring ass life.”

She exhaled slowly and you felt it coming; she was on their side and your heart sank. “Y/N. Listen to me. Do you understand the opportunity you have here?”

“There’s no—”

“No, shut it. There is. You are being given an apartment. You are being given income.”

“But they’re going to control everything!” you said pathetically.

“I thought you liked them.”

“I… did. I do. I hate I like them. But, then they just turned out like every other man that I’ve been with.”

“Did they?”

“Yes, it’s about controlling me,” you said, emotions overwhelming you. You wiped at your eyes and sniffled.

“I don’t think that’s all of it,” Tatiana said and you waited for her to go on. She shrugged, “I think they’re being forceful, yes. That’s how men like them are though. They are… intense. You have a debt to pay though and they get to choose how you’re going to pay it back. That’s how this works, that’s how it’s going to work. But, I think they killed the guy for a reason other than just to get you underneath their thumbs. Do you really think they don’t enjoy you?”

“They enjoy me plenty,” you muttered, wiping at your eyes again. “I… I just want to get to a place where I can just do what I want. Make enough money and make it on my own.”

Tatiana took your hands and made you look her in the eyes. “Stellina, I’m not going to help you escape. I am not going to willingly piss off two of the most powerful men in the city. I love you, dearly, but it is not something I can do. I can’t risk blowback and have it affect the other women. You understand that, right?”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad to have your own place,” Tatiana continued softly. “All the space just for you… peace and quiet. You can decorate it how you want. And what you’re saying about making it your own? I’ve just told you that you can make it your own.”

Swallowing thickly, you bit your cheeks to stop from crying again. You knew what she was saying was true. It would not serve anyone well here if she did what you were asking. And hell, who even knew if you could escape.

You forced yourself to nod. “Yeah… maybe.”

“You’ll be okay, Y/N.”

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You had never had an entire apartment to yourself, so walking in overwhelmed you a bit. Everything was so new, the windows large. You did not know if it had come furnished or if they had bought the furniture.

The walls in the hall were bare and you thought of what things you could buy to make it a little homier. The bedroom was bare as well except for the bed, nightstands, and your dresser. It was a nice bed which served to lift your spirits a little. You left your suitcase and bag at the end of the bed before crossing the hall to go to the bathroom. You almost breathed a sigh of relief seeing that laundry was in unit. Another huge perk.

They were waiting out in the living room, hands in their slack’s pockets, waiting for you to come back out apparently.

“Apparently there are barbeques up on the roof,” Tony commented. “Shared of course. But that might be good for a night.”

You had never lived in a building with a rooftop terrace either.

“Nice,” you said sounding happier than you felt.

Walking over to the fridge, you opened the door finding basic things.

“I set up a grocery delivery service for you. I wrote down all the logins you’re going to need for the WiFi, Netflix, Prime, etc on the counter over here,” Steve spoke, drawing your attention to a laminated sheet sitting on the island.

Your face scrunched in confusion. “I can get my own groceries. I saw a place not far from here.”

“Soon,” Steve said cryptically. “When you get the keys and are able to lock the door from the outside, that can become an option.”

“You have the keys,” you said slowly, having seen him with your own two eyes unlock the door to come in.

Steve ran his tongue across his lip, staring at you. He said simply after a few moments, “You don’t get the keys yet.”

“What?” you asked flabbergasted, shooting a look at Tony who was standing there stoically.

“Maybe after a while in here you’ll realize how good it is what you’re being offered,” Steve stated. “And we can trust you with the keys.”

Just when you thought maybe things would pan out.

“I realize it,” you said quickly to the two of them. “I… It was stupid of me to be upset about it. It’s fine. I’m over it.”

“We don’t believe you,” Tony said plainly, and your mouth fell open at his blunt reply. You did not like the look on his face or his tone. “So, for a while, you’re going to just stay in here. Earn our trust.”

“Stay… in here?” you asked slowly. “So, you’re going to lock me in here?”

Tony came up to you, and you nervously met his gaze. “It’s just temporary. It’s not forever.”

“You’ve got everything you need in here,” Steve chimed in. “There’s no need for you to get upset about it, Y/N, and have another outburst.”

Anger bubbled up and bubbled up quick.

“Fuck you,” you spat at him, seeing their faces fall into shock at your boldness. You turned on your heel and stormed off towards the bedroom.

You only made it halfway down the hall before you heard Tony sigh, “Steve, leave her alone” and a rough hand grabbed your arm, jolting you back. You collided with Steve’s chest and he pointed a finger directly in your face.

“I don’t let my wife talk to me like that and I sure as hell won’t stand for you to talk to me like that,” he snapped.

“Let me go,” you said worriedly trying to yank away from him.

His jaw set and he released you angrily, taking a step back. “Watch your damn attitude!” he snapped again, before turning and storming off towards the door. “I’ll be in the car.”

The door slammed behind him and Tony blew a raspberry.

“Y/N, take some time. You apparently need the space,” he said, his tone tight. You said nothing. “We’ve got a couple guys here. One will be on your hall and one is down in the lobby. Order your groceries. Watch some TV. I’ll check back in later. I gotta get back to work. Remember to lock the door behind me.”

With that, he left too, calmly unlike Steve. But you could tell he was irked that you had cursed at them.

This was the first time they had left you without expecting a kiss.

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Guardian rewatch: episode 12

We start the episode in the Snake Tribe territory, which is supposedly still somewhere within the confines of the Dragon City. It is baffling that it took citizens of this place so long to figure out that there are mysterious beings and demi-humans living among them, it truly is.

While the scene is mostly centred around the conflict between Zhu Hong and her tribe, and the ominous warning of the war brewing, it also does a really lovely joy of showcasing, yet again, the fierce loyalty not only she, but Guo Changcheng have to the SID. This boy remains the most precious muffin of a human.

At the SID, Sang Zan is learning to write under a loving watchful eye Wang Zheng. The once fierce and ruthless warlord is now the softest archivist. On a separate note, I am not sure how good of an archivist he might be considering that he is evidently illiterate.

Anyway, it’s heart-warming to see those two happy together. I sure hope nothing terrible happens to them in the future.

Our actual power couple, on the other hand, have done a full reversal into the relationship they had in the beginning; only it’s somehow even worse now. Shen Wei, who properly messed his cover up during the last adventure, has his guard up as he is being questioned in relation to a case. Zhao Yunlan, who grew to see this man as a friend and partner, is no longer amused by secrets, nor intrigued by them. He is now furious at their existence, upset at what he must perceive as lack of trust on Shen Wei’s part.

Shen Wei serves Zhao Yunlan a cup of tea with a side order of avoidance, hoping that by ignoring the subject of himself it will go away.

When in the previous scenes together they were always across the desk from each other, or next to each other, leaning in closely, body language open, there is now a rift between them. It’s awkward; neither of the men want to be here, but their needs are the opposite to each other, and neither of them are willing to back down.

Shen Wei goes on explaining in great detail his connection to the case and to the victim, despite Zhao Yunlan’s attempt to change the subject with a very unsubtle, “your body surely recovered fast”. The latter then proceeds to stubbornly talk about Shen Wei’s archaic ways, which earns him an incredulous “Are you even listening to me?” from the professor. The incredulity is wonderfully misjudged, considering the circumstances.

“I only want to hear you tell the truth”

We rarely see Zhao Yunlan open and vulnerable. I can’t off the top of my head remember him ever being open and vulnerable with anyone who is not Shen Wei. Zhao Yunlan operates on false bravado, aggressive charm, weaponised smiles. But with this man, he purposefully lowers his guard. I trust you, he seems to say, and I always have. Why can you not trust me?

Shen Wei gulps.

He then continues talking about the case, which is the last straw for Zhao Yunlan, who explodes, smacking his palm hard on the desk.

Shen Wei startles, looking hurt. I just… don’t understand what he was expecting. Once again, this is a man who, from Shen Wei’s perspective, has unmasked him on the first day they met. This is a man who has been poking and prodding him for weeks. And I get that it is hurtful when someone you care about does not respect your boundaries, I do, but truly honestly hoping that the same someone will just accept the relationship terms that have never even been discussed is a little bit unrealistic, especially when Shen Wei is not divulging anything.

Shen Wei is bad at communicating. Which is, I suppose, not news to anyone.

“It seems that Chief Zhao still hasn’t given up on suspecting me.”

“Not suspicion, but lack of understanding.”

Zhao Yunlan is trying very hard. He is trying to close the rift between them: by pulling the chair over next to Shen Wei’s and settling down on it, by reminding Shen Wei how much they have been through together, by telling the man that he is being perplexing. Shen Wei, on the other hand, has raised his barriers all the way back up, smoothly explaining that he is just a normal man who ends up being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He has got a polite smile playing on his lips, his mask fully in place.

Zhao Yunlan does not even pretend to have believed Shen Wei, he gives up on the conversation with a dejected “Fine, forget it.”

He makes his excuses and pulls his phone out to make a call to Wang Zheng to check up on the rest of the team. Just as that happens, the SID gets attacked by the magical sound waves, and Zhao Yunlan sprints into action.

Shen Wei calls after him, and then asks to come with. Considering they have just spent some very awkward time together, more or less fighting about Shen Wei lying an awful lot, Zhao Yunlan would be well within his moral rights to reject help. He doesn’t, however. Even now, the trust he has in Shen Wei - in his good intentions, in his friendship - is unwavering.

At the SID offices, Tan Xiao is using his sound device to get past the two ghosts energy beings, and break through the safety measures protecting the Hallows. In other news, apart from being susceptible from curses or poisons slipped through the letter box, the SID HQ also does not have anything that might stop a human from breaking into it. How those people survived for this long is a mystery.

A point of complete diversion from me: I am currency watching a contemporary drama entitled To Dear Myself. It’s about young professionals in Shanghai who get their lives broken in about ten different ways; Zhu Yilong’s the leading man; there will definitely be a lengthy think-piece on it here. But the reason I’m bringing that up here is that it also has Chen Weidong, the actor who plays Tan Xiao, as a contextually neurodivergent rich boyfriend of one of the protagonists.

It’s kind of surreal seeing him here; there’s only been about two years between the filming of those two shows, but he looks so different. Oh, and, he is very good as well.

Back in the world of Guardian, we see Sang Zan shaking off the sound attack and attempting to stop Tan Xiao. He does not succeed as such, but manages to pull a string which activates the Indiana Jones-style set-up with loaded crossbows. It’s very silly; I kind of love it.

While evading the arrows, Sang Zan flings the Awl up in the air, Zhao Yunlan catches it. How close is the University to SID? He took about five minutes to get here! The chief gets a barrage of premonitions which include Zhu Hong knocked out in the future, as well as in the present, and a little sneak-peak into the Disaster Wedding incident.

He then proceeds to pass out into Shen Wei’s slow motion embrace.

There is nothing wrong with this. This is beautiful.

Shen Wei checks on Yunlan briefly, but Tan Xiao goes on the offensive, which deserves him: a) a shot of dark energy right into his chest, which flings him across the space, b) the meanest of Hei Pao Shi’s death glares. This is the moment Tan Xiao earns an uncharacteristically rough treatment he’s going to get at the end of this episode.

She Wei carefully places unconscious Zhao Yunlan next to the wall, calling out his name. We can only presume that the lab has a second exit, as Tan Xiao manages to get away despite the two men currently being more or less in the doorway.

An indeterminate amount of time passes, and Zhao Yunlan wakes on the sofa, Da Qing in human form miaowing at him, his team and Shen Wei nearby. The team goes into a full debrief mode: Wang Zheng reports that she is generally able to repel sound waves, but was taken by surprise; Da Qing and Lin Jin speculate about the shield being affected by the waves as well, since an apparent Undergrounder managed to get through it.

Zhao Yunlan notes that the sound waves ability seems to be doubled, and used for both attack and suggestion. He notes that the powers can be numerous, while grinning conspiratorially at Shen Wei.

Shen Wei quietly despairs. He probably genuinely thought that this conversation was truly over. He takes a few seconds to come to terms with Zhao Yunlan actually teasing him about him maybe being an Undergrounder, before composing himself and stating that compound abilities don’t actually exist.

Da Qing, who doesn’t necessarily pick up what this conversation really is about, but does note that *something* is up with those two, comes to his own conclusions, asking Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan to stop flirting.

Lin Jing comes up up with this.

“Comrades!”

Thank you, Viki subbers, for notifying the audience that the word “Comrade” is also a slang for “gay”.

Lin Jing springs to his feet, saying that he needs a sample test of a human consciousness - presumably to create that clever brain chip of him which would make one immune to the wound wave powers. Zhao Yunlan very theatrically feigns a big scary headache to see whether Shen Wei would volunteer to take the test in his stead to spare him the pain. It’s an underhand move, but it works nonetheless.

We briefly return to the Snake Tribe, or, more specifically to Zhu Hong’s Fourth Uncle asking whether she is still mad at him, while she is forcibly restrained and bound to a pillar. What is it with this show and binding people to pillars? In reality, the one bound to a pillar is actually Guo Changcheng, which the Fourth Uncle doesn’t pick up on even through Xiao Guo is not actually wearing the clothes Zhu Hong arrived in. Zhu Hong springs the trap, plies her uncle with the same wine, and then goes to regroup with the others, leaving Xiao Guo behind for the time being, because, I guess, it makes more sense for Zhu Hong to be alone when she gets hypnotised later in the episode.

Honestly, it’s easier to not think about too much about this scene, so let’s return to the main characters.

Lin Jing is just finishing the experiment on Shen Wei, who is lying on the lab bed in his undershirt, seemingly asleep. I would assume that Shen Wei has gone into some kind of a meditative trance to try and affect the way his own brain works and emulate the human activity. He does not stir when Zhao Yunlan walks over, and call him.

“Shen Wei? Professor Shen?”

Having received no response, Zhao Yunlan leans in to…

... Count this man’s eye lashes? Admire the effects of his skincare routine?

Oh, no, sorry. Here’s the excuse.

Thank you, Guardian, for this moment.

As Shen Wei wakes up and rises, he lets Zhao Yunlan know in no uncertain terms that he did see through his ruse.

“You don’t have a headache anymore?”

This snaps Yunlan out of gazing at Shen Wei with barely contained lust to pretend that his head indeed still hurts. Considering that Shen Wei does not look concerned, and knowing that Zhao Yunlan’s health and well-being is his number one priority in life, we can conclude that he did know that a headache was just an excuse to get Shen Wei out of his shirt check Shen Wei’s brain activity. Our professor collects his things and leaves with a brief goodbye.

Lin Jing is staring at the readings, checking that the computer has worked properly. Noticing that something is wrong, Zhao Yunlan asks, “Did you see live pornography in his head or something?” Not that I blame his for his mind being the gutter, but also, wow Zhao Yunlan’s mind is in the gutter.

Lin Jing dismisses the idea of mind reading as a whole, and shares his findings that Shen Wei’s consciousness was unwavering, like a dead man’s. Unfortunately for Shen Wei, whatever it was that he did to appear human has not worked well at all.

Zhao Yunlan smirks.

Outside of the SID building, Shen Wei is still frozen in place, contemplating his future actions as he is thumping the Pendant of Pining.

“Should I tell him after all?”

Yes, Shen Wei, you should.

“If I tell him, will that put him in danger?”

I am afraid the the good ship Zhao Yunlan Being In Danger sailed the day Zhao Yunlan became Lord Guardian and Chief of the SID.

(Am I again getting unreasonably frustrated with a fictional character of a show that aired several years ago? You bet I am.)

What follows in the episode is a brief interlude of Zhu Jiu being horrible to Tan Xiao, and making inappropriate comments about him and Zheng Yi. We also learn some of Tan Xiao’s backstory, which expands on his character and explains that the reasons he felt so protective of the little girl was because she reminded him of a sister he once had.

Back to SID offices.

Zhao Yunlan is doodling Shen Wei and the Envoy as he tries to reconcile the two in his mind.

It does sound like he still has doubts that the two are the same person, despite the overwhelming pile of evidence that made him draw to this conclusion in the first place. If anything, it is quite surprising that it took him this long to figure out that the enigmatic mysterious handsome professor and the enigmatic mysterious handsome Envoy are the same person. It is also curious that he seems to think the Envoy is much taller.

Da Qing watches his friend’s mental agony in absolute bewilderment.

Very shortly, they will get a ping for the sound wave energy from somewhere close to Zhu Hong’s home and rush to the scene to find that Zhu Hong has, indeed, been put under mind control, as she attacks Chu Shuzhi.

Here’s another piece of fight choreography for me to tear into.

Okay, good things first. I really like that the actors are doing their own fighting. Jiang Mingyang is generally looking good in combat, and his reactions continue to be on point. Gao Yuer is very flexible, and her kicks are great.

The fight itself however, is another example of the time/money constraints.

The opening punch is… fine. They do lock arms for a split second, which indicates that Zhu Hong properly swung that in rather than stopping the energy, but they are also out of distance, so safety-wise that’s okay-ish, and at full speed it looks alright . But the way Lao Chu is sticking his thumb out and then wraps that around Zhu Hong’s wrist just gave a full body shudder. This is how one gets they thumb dislocated (which I have never done myself, but I hear is very painful) and/or gives their partner a nasty bruise. For anyone out there who needs to hear this, if you ever perform a fight, please tuck your thumbs in line with your fingers and avoid hurting yourself and others. Doing otherwise adds nothing apart from a small but completely avoidable risk of injury.

Then there is this kick-punch-kick combination.

The three moves in isolation are good, but they don’t flow together, at all. I think, and this is pure speculation, that the sweeping punch in the middle was actually meant to follow the previous two moves, then the kick would come next, leading into Chu Shuzhi restraining Zhu Hong. That first kick (which is the same as the third kick, shot from a different angle) just does not belong there as a follow-up to the two punches. I can speculate that it was cut there because it looked cool - which it does - but it also sacrifices any hope this fight had for coherent storytelling.

Then there is a capture and a swivel, very similar to the finishing move used in Zhu Jiu/Sang Zan fight in episode 11. Zhu Hong gets pressed against the tree, and the team shows up to sedate her and bring her back to the headquarters.

Tan Xiao and Zheng Yi watch this scene unfold at a distance, as Zhao Yunlan appears behind them. The SID chief calmly lets Tan Xiao know that he’s been abandoned by Zhu Jiu, and the other man offers no resistance to being captured.

The narrative brings us to the boxing ring, introducing us to it as Zhu Jiu’s energy farm, and then briefly cuts to SID, where Chu Shuzhi realises that they have not retrieved Guo Changcheng. The puppet master springs into action, leaving Lin Jing to wonder since when his friend is so protective of the rookie. If he paid attention, he would have noticed that Chu Shuzhi was protective of the rookie since day one.

We then move to the interrogation of Tan Xiao, which is happening in the hospital set, with Zheng Yi tucked into the hospital bed, even through it was never established that she would need medical attention, and, considering that she would have no issues walking out of the hospital very shortly, she clearly does not. Here, we see some more flashbacks, detailing Tan Xiao and the girl’s backstory, the abuse she suffered, and the bond the two forged. The young man is admitting to all the crimes he had not committed to protect her, and Zhao Yunlan is honestly moved. He sounds almost regretful when he lets Tan Xiao know that he will still be persecuted for his crimes.

Right on cue, Hei Pao Shi portals in.

Zhao Yunlan greets him with a customary “long time no see”, but the most acknowledgement he receives from Shen Wei is a side-eye which does not even focus on his face.

In fact, the Envoy is doing as much as he can to avoid even turning to Zhao Yunlan. He simply announces his purpose to the room in general and teleports Tan Xiao away. It’s easy to see what he is doing. In Shen Wei’s mind, the less communication he has with Zhao Yunlan as Hei Pao Shi, the better are his chances to separate his two personalities in the eyes of the other man. That said, showing an abrupt and uncharacteristic change of behaviour is the opposite of suspicious.

Even Da Qing notices the change Hei Pao Shi.

“Lao Zhao, what did you do to upset him? You used to do small talk, not anymore?”

Zhao Yunlan smirks, replying that he knows the reason why. He then notices the little girl crying, and goes to comfort her the only way he knows how, with a lollipop. When that does not work, he gestures for Da Qing to leave with him, and returns with a familiar black cat and an adorable “ta-dah”. It’s so sweet it makes my teeth hurt.

As this is going on, Hei Pao Shi is being his glorious over the top avenging self. For one, he is actually floating above Tan Xiao, which I don’t think he ever seen him do before. He then proceeds to throttle the young man, lifting him in the air and throwing him back on the ground.

He does so in order to shake the sound wave equipment out of him, sure, but it is easy to assume that Tan Xiao also brought the Envoy’s wrath onto himself by his misguided attempt to hurt Zhao Yunlan earlier that day. It’s deliciously petty; we know that the best way to earn Shen Wei’s ire is by threatening his companion. And, to be fair, Shen Wei had a bad day: this is as good a way as any to get some of that ancient anger out of his system.

As Hei Pao Shi realises that the man he arrested is a simple human armed with some clever technology, and the real homicidal Undergrounder is the girl he is protecting, so does Zhao Yunlan. Even miles away, even when they are having arguments, their analytical brains still work in sync. And, as plot twists go, this one is neat, albeit not entirely unpredictable.

Unfortunately, realising that the girl is dangerous, brings along a realisation that Zhao Yunlan left his friend in her care. He rushes to the hospital to check on Da Qing, finding the ward empty. If this was Zhu Jiu’s plan all along, it’s a good one: having access to a brainwashed SID member would also spell easy access to the headquarters and the Hallows - which is exactly where Zheng Yi leads Da Qing, taking the Hallows and leaving the Yashou to go into a berserk mode as he imagines or remembers Zhao Yunlan/Kunlun saying “I will abandon you”

Next up, episode 13: The Disaster Wedding.

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Notes.

Every time Shen Wei lies my brain supplies me with Why You Always Lying song. Every. Single. Time. Which means I sing it a lot around the flat, to my partner’s great chagrin.

Whoooo boy and I thought the Episode 10 recap was the crackiest one I’ve done.

#guardian #recap #rewatch #zhao yunlan #shen wei #now with gifs #sometimes my brain is like this #I'm not sorry

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ghost-pocky · 3 years

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Because I’m on a roll with this, here’s some headcanons I’m cooking up for my Lysithea / Hubert ship. (These are all post Azure Moon after he miraculously survives the battle of Enbarr):

*They own a large mansion in the former Empire, an inheritance from Marquis Vestra . Further into their relationship they invest in a small cabin near Lysithea’s parents in the Ordelia territory.

*They can spend hours studying in their masterfully curated home library, totally silent, but occasionally one will lean towards the other to point out obscure notations or compare information.

*Hubert, having an abhorrent relationship with his own parents, is very nervous about making a bad impression on the Ordelia’s. He doesn’t quite know how to navigate a family unit and often stumbles in social situations with them.

*Lysithea is still terrified of ghosts and fears the dark, so she loves that Hubert is an insomniac. The dim candlelight and sound of him shuffling through various texts comfort her as she tries to sleep.

*Knowing of Lysithea’s condition, Hubert has dedicated every spare moment of his free time to researching knowledge on crest removal. This has produced a reluctant (but entertaining!) friendship with Linhardt as he is a great sounding board for crestological theory.

*Lysithea loves sweets. She purchases them often, but also occasionally bakes them as well. Hubert has an odd natural ability for baking, mostly due to the precision required when brewing potions and poisons. He helps her with the task every now and then and is very interested in which flavors of cake are strong enough to mask more...troublesome additives. Should the need arise.

*Hubert still has issues with his prior love for Edelgard. He struggles with whether the feelings were platonic or romantic and how to live in a world without the long-standing companionship and goals being her vassal provided. His growing adoration for Lysithea stands in contrast to the boundaries Edelgard had—she gives as much as she takes, is honest and affectionate. It’s a love language he’s never been on the receiving end of before and will take some adjustment.

*Once their relationship is established, Hubert’s penchant for selfless devotion becomes directed at Lysithea. He would do anything for her and quite literally kill anyone who dares cross her or her family. Lysithea appreciates the sentiment, but has to constantly reel him back, reminding him that murdering every merchant who didn’t haggle in her favor isn’t on their agenda.

*Hubert, never having an actual relationship before, is surprised by how much he loves physical contact. The warmth of her skin on his, the smell of her hair, her presence on his lap as he reads. It’s comforting to him in a way nothing else has ever been.

*Lysithea, being short, is often lost in crowds and aggravated by taller people standing in front of her. Hubert will shove people aside, cutting a path for his tiny wife. Because he’s so intimidating, they often get great views at events and are sometimes even first in marketplace lines. It’s one of the only times she will let Hubert’s full brutishness act against people in her favor.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #lysithea von ordelia #hubert von vestra #black eagles #golden deer #fe3h headcanons #lysithibert #Lysithea x Hubert #long post #my writing #husithea

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ariesrondeletia · 4 years

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Yandere villian Hawks or Kai headcanon for a foreign nurse that heals them?

I went for Kai for this one because I’m not sure how I’d do a villain version of Hawks. I could try, but I don’t think it’d be very good. That said I do love my bird baby and it’d be fun to write for him sometime! I didn’t do the part about him getting healed by the nurse reader, sorry! Also, I was supposed to publish this way earlier but I can only keep my attention for 0.2 seconds. I’m not entirely happy with them, but I hope you enjoy

Kai Chisaki: Yandere Headcannons(Featuring Foreign Nurse Reader)

Kai is very possessive. He sees you as something to be owned and he will own you, whether you like it or not. He also has some sadistic and manipulative tendencies. He’ll be ruthless to you if you disobey, and he can’t really help himself when he enjoys your tears so much. He finds it so easy to control you, being part of the yakuza does have its perks. It’s practically effortless to make you his doll. Being foreign makes it all easier, since you aren’t as well acquainted to the customs, you’ll believe everything he tells you. IF you aren’t fluent, he’ll make you rely on him for translations. For your job he’ll have you quit almost immediately, no one deserves your touch but him.

He already has a pretty high body count, but he has no problem making it skyrocket if it’s for you. Anyone who’s rude to you is never heard from again. He’s very quick to take care of anyone who gets in his way. It’ll be like they never even existed. He’ll make sure to keep everything out of your sight, so you won’t notice that anyone is gone or how the news has reported an abnormally large amount of missing people in your area. Being a nurse means you’re used to coming in and out of your life, so you won’t be surprised if someone just leaves the hospital for unexplained reasons.

When it comes to his sadistic tendencies, he’s the type to go even above breaking your legs and he’ll just straight up cut them off if you’ve dared to try to escape. He doesn’t take punishments lightly, so you have to be on red alert the minute he comes near. He doesn’t mind having you completely reliant on him, but he’ll get annoyed if you started asking for too much or blaming him for everything. He won’t torture you without reason, if that’s any consolation. He can rough, but he does love you, so he’s actually more lenient with you than he is to his subordinates. But if you’ve ever seen how he treats his low-level subordinates, you know that’s not much consolation.

As for his manipulative side, being foreign doesn’t play out in your favor, as it makes you more dependent on him for translations(even if you speak the language, there are still slang terms) and customs. Essentially, he can make it so that you only hear what he wants you to. If someone said anything degrading towards you he’d purposefully mistranslate it as a compliment, then deal with whoever dared to be harsh to you later. If someone gets too close, he could say they said something degrading and ruin the relationship between you and the other person. And since you’re new, it’d be so simple to rely on him to find out information on you, due to the fact that you wouldn’t have heard about Shie Hassaikai.

He’d find your choice in career cute at first, but he’d get increasingly frustrated as you worked long hours and came back exhausted everyday. The pay isn’t ideal either, so he just can’t understand why you’d give up your precious time for someone who’s going to die anyway. He isn’t usually prone to jealousy, but when your time isn’t spent on him, it’s going to piss him off. He might take it out on some random civilian if he can’t get his temper under control. He wouldn’t hurt you, he understands that it’s not your fault, but other people won’t be spared, even if it’s not their fault either. He’d make you quit, if you didn’t want to, he’d easily get you fired. He has connections everywhere, after all.

If you ever escaped from his grasp, he’d catch you almost instantly. Yakuza might not be as big as it once was, but Kai is still powerful. His connections run deep and it would take him all of two seconds to find you, and maybe another two to catch you. And once he’s caught you he’ll make you wish you never even thought about escaping. He’ll likely chain you up for around two months, though it’s long chains that you can actually move in, not handcuffs. You’ll be confined to your room and any privileges you once had are taken away. He’ll get guards that can’t speak your language, just to further isolate you as you can’t communicate with them. Your legs will either be broken or severed depending on how angry you made him. You’re lucky if he feeds you the first three days. It’s rough to say the least.

That’s assuming you could escape in the first place. His security is no joke. You’ve got a bodyguard assigned to you at all times, unless Kai specifically asks them to leave. A second bodyguard will be there for times Kai isn’t around. There are security cameras everywhere to ensure there aren’t any blind spots you can take advantage of. You can’t do anything without him knowing about it. Anything that could possibly hurt you or anyone else is removed. He’ll let you have things to entertain yourself but only when he’s there to supervise. There’s no way you could get hurt unless he’s the one doing the hurting.

If you were in a relationship with anyone before you met Kai, that relationship is gone. Whoever your partner once was, they’ll wish they’d never been born by the time he’s done with them. Being part of the yakuza teaches anyone a thing or two about torture and Kai is most certainly an expert. He’ll have fun giving them a slow painful death. They’re already begging to be killed and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes. If you ever feel sad that you got ghosted by your partner, Kai will be there for emotional support. He’ll guide you to a happier life. One where you’re with someone who loves you so much more than they ever could.

You’re the only Kai will share physical contact with. He’ll take off his mask at times, since you’re the only person who can breathe the same air as him. Since he considers you pure, there’s really no reason to keep his distance. It’s precisely because you’re pure that none of his subordinates are allowed to touch you or breathe the same air as you. They are required to keep a distance of at least a yard away and masks on at all times around you. If anyone breaks those requirements… they’ll meet the same fate as your ex-lover.

Kai will spoil you to death if you’ve been good. Despite his cruel streak, he enjoys seeing you happy and he pretty much becomes your sugar daddy. Anything you want, no matter how expensive, will be given to you the second you ask for it. He likes to dress you up in the most expensive clothes and jewelry and then show you off to all the other mafia bosses and villains he’s acquainted with. You’re kind of like a doll that he can dress up and give toys to. He treats you like a doll too. He’ll be extraordinarily gentle with you and will keep you with him at all times if he can trust you to be good. He’s conducted a lot of meetings with you sitting on his lap and will get pretty angry if anyone comments on it. I hope you’re good at keeping his temper in check.

#yandere #yandere x reader #Overhaul #Kai Chisaki #Kai #Chisaki #Boku no hero academia #bnha #kai x reader #yandere kai x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #headcannons #headcanons

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flowers-of-io · 3 years

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Where Lost Things Go

Read it on AO3 here.

Spider’s Palace. Oh, what a lovely spot to spend the evening.

Ór pulls her hood over her face before walking in, all knives in place, Ghost hidden and gun loaded. Two Eliksni in spiky armour guard the door but let her through without a word. They seem more of a warning than actual threat. When she passes them, the airlock behind her shuts with a thud.

The room is all chaos and noise – dozens of voices in at least four languages, chairs shuffling against the metal floor, suspicious fluids being poured to and drank from dirty glasses. Runi chitters uncomfortably in the comms.

“Don’t drink anything here. I don’t want to reconstruct your blown-up stomach,” he warns. Ór only rolls her eyes.

She scans the swirling crowd: Eliksni and Awoken, and even some Cabal deserters, all squashed together in a brightly lit space, drinking, gambling and shouting over one another. She catches a sentence or two in Terran, and a pair of Dregs behind her speak Eliksni so fast she cannot make out the words. Suddenly, a tall Awoken woman in the corner spills her drink over a Legionary sharing the table with her and pulls out a knife.

The guards in spiky armour are beside her in split second. One punches her in the stomach and the other whips the knife from her hand. When they drag her out through the airlock, she is still throwing curses in a posh Reef dialect.

The Palace is a venue with no rules but one: absolutely no violence.

Ór makes her way through the room, eyes sweeping over every passing face. When she spots a table under one of the lamps, just by the bar, with only one seat taken, one corner of her lips moves slightly upwards. The Spider knows his clients remarkably well. A Vandal sitting there looks haggard even for an Eliksni, shreds of grey and violet cloth hanging from his lanky frame and a helmet that has certainly seen better days. She notices no House symbols on him, though the violet rags seem to be a remainder of Dusk attire.

She checks the knives again, then throws a bag of glimmer on the table in front of the Vandal and slips onto the other stool. He looks up and his eyes flicker aggressively yet curiously.

“Heard you liked Human card games,” she says.

The Vandal’s gaze flicks between her and the glimmer before he hisses in Terran with a distinct growly accent, “Yess… for what?”

“Twelve thousand,” Ór gestures to the bag. “In turn… I want information.”

His eyes narrow under the mask, “Information valuable.”

In response, she pulls out a sidearm from the holster and places it on the top of the glimmer pile. A nice piece, custom-made. Black market. Runi hisses in her ear.

“Tell me this isn’t your only gun. Ór. Ór, is this your only gun?!”

She ignores him and leans over the table. The Vandal ponders the offer for a moment, then nods. As he takes out a card deck and shuffles it, she hears Runi’s distressed whines over the comms.

“You know what? I take it back, all of it back. If you win this, I’m never gonna complain about you playing with Drifter again. Ever. But if you lose your only gun and get killed in this hellhole, I’m. Not. Rezzing. You.”

She gives him a reassuring mental nudge, at the same time doing maths in her head on how many knifes she could spare to get out of here alive.

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When she places her last card on the table, the Vandal’s eyes shine with disgruntlement but he says nothing. Runi, on the other hand, lets out a long, digital sigh of relief.

“Never pull something like this out again.” He sounds as if he was planning on buying Drifter flowers.

The Vandal gently pushes the bag of glimmer in her direction with his lower hand and folds the upper ones. Ór reaches for her sidearm and puts it back in the holster.

“Let’s talk,” she says, trying to look him straight in the eyes but lacking a pair to properly do so, “but not here.”

They slip through the back door she remembered from the first time she was here, into a trash alley full of empty crates and drained ether tanks. Her eyes sweep the area and when she is sure they are alone, she presses her luck.

“Velask,” she says, praying it’s the correct pronunciation, and pulls back her hood.

The Vandal, leaning his back against the wall with both pairs of arms crosses, flinches.

“I hear about you,” she continues in broken Eliksni, “Have no House. Once Dusk, but not like their doings. Want something different.”

She observes his figure as he is considering her words, left lower hand fidgeting with a knife by his belt.

“Who did you hear from?” He replies, mercifully using simple structures, “What do you want?”

“Just talk,” she shrugs. “Dusk hate humans. But you work for Reef people, no?”

“You are not of the Reef,” he narrows his eyes. “Terran. Light-child?”

Ór nods.

“Dusk fight Light-children. But not all Eliksni want to, yes?... And not all Light-children want to.” She pulls out one of her knives, takes it by the blade and reaches it out, the hilt pointing towards him. “They want peace.”

The Vandal stares at the knife, stunned, then glances at her, then back at the knife. After a long moment of silence, so deep Ór can almost hear her own heart thudding, he raises his upper arm and takes it.

“Why?” His voice is softer now. He is leaning against the wall again, seeming a lot more relaxed, and eyeing her curiously.

“Must know about Io. What happening there. What make your Whirlwind.”

He winces, but nods.

“We must fight. Together,” she presses on. “Alone we lose. Alone, there is Whirlwind again. Collapse again.”

The knife spins in his fingers. “Why’ve you come to me? I’m a bannerless mercenary. No fighter, no kell.”

“Your father fight for the Queen. After Cybele.”

“Long ago. Reef is chaos now,” he barks a laugh and gestures towards the door they have left through. “The Spider now rules it as much as the Queen.”

Ór observes him intently. She has to look up, he is towering over her even when slouched against the wall.

“No Queen,” she says slowly, “No kell. But you hear about House Light, no?”

“Misraaks,” he mutters, almost making it a question.

“Yes,” she smiles with relief. “Hear you look for him. As I do. Want peace like him.”

The Vandal holds her gaze. She cannot tell what his eyes express, but it is certainly not hostility.

“Meet me tomorrow.” He makes a slow, careful move with his lower hand, pulling out his own knife and handing it over to Ór. She takes it by the hilt and smiles again.

“Here?”

“Yes. And my friend.” He withdraws his hand just as slowly, then bows his head in a gesture the meaning of which is unknown to her. “My name is Iskaar.”

A silence falls, him waiting for her to reply, but she only nods. They share a long look, six blue eyes glowing dimly in the shadows, until Ór sheaths Iskaar’s knife by her belt and straightens up.

“Tomorrow, then.”

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With her legs stretched out and back against a jagged rock, Ór is observing the evening—or at least what passes for it out here—settle over the Tangled Shore. In the Reef, day and night are a societal construct, and the only way she can distinguish one from the other is by lamps lighting up and turning off around Eliksni burrows. She watches from above as dozens of tiny lights vanish and darkness gradually takes reign over this scattering of junk and stone. Moaning of thick metal lines holding the shards of asteroids and wreckage together and distant gunfire are a constant hum she’s grown used to. It’s just how the Shore is – always torn apart and whimpering.

From her spot on a rock floating above the Cobble Ór spots an Awoken woman driving off on a Fallen Pike and a group of Dregs chasing her. A Cabal Legionary shoots one of them in the back and he plummets to the ground, his vehicle crashing and erupting with flames. The rest of the band dashes by undisturbed and in a moment it’s quiet again.

She loves this place.

It is chaotic, vast, and full of hideouts. Hunter-esque. But what appeals to her the most is the mere idea of a makeshift space built with hooks and cables and ship parts and rocks and Traveler knows what else, and the fact that someone could call it a home. It seems alive – ever growing, ever changing.

Runi materializes beside her.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“We’re meeting these two Eliksni, remember? From the bar?”

“Ah, yes…” he twitches his shell and Ór suspects he actually wanted to ask about something else. “You’re not telling the Vanguard, are you?”

She raises an eyebrow, “We’ve talked about this, right?”

“Yes, but… uh,” he sighs, “I don’t like doing things off the record.”

“But you said this plan was a good idea.”

“Mhm.”

“And you know what they would say.”

Ór respects the Vanguard. Sha admires how they carry the weight of the City on their own shoulders, steady and unmoveable like pillars of a temple, how they wiggle and bend but never break. They are not a pair of cowardly zealots blinded by the Light, as Drifter would put it. Zavala is scrupulous and protective, Ikora is clever and bold; together, they form a leadership she is willing to trust, a leadership under whose banner she would gladly march into a fight.

Yet there has always been something she couldn’t quite place, ever since she came to the Tower. For all their welcoming nods and words of encouragement, she has been flinching every time she saw Cyle run off, excited and proud, to report back at the courtyard; every time Shinon sat in an alcove reading a book borrowed from the Vanguard’s exclusive library. Always that needle of envious regret pinching her.

She knows what they would say.

Zavala wouldn’t even try to listen, he’d slam his fist and close the case before she could mutter a word. Ikora’s criticism would be gentler; she would draw her to one side and list all the flaws of her plan until Ór barely had the energy and equally little confidence to defend it. She can well recall the barely stifled weariness in Zavala’s eyes, she has seen Ikora’s hands shake, and she knows where that would be coming from. They were protective, they were worried, they needed to defend this City—this world—out of a sense of duty and genuine love for it. She could not act against that. She would not bear their contempt.

It is a weakness, maybe. Drifter would put it this way, she thinks, but again, he calls many things many names and she does not agree with most of them. To her, it’s a splinter stuck under her skin, painful and festering. A need of appreciation? A call for recognition? There are so many lives all around her, Titans building defences and Warlocks understanding things, fellow Hunters getting intel and cracking codes. Rivers of people overflowing her, a nameless pebble thrusted by the current. The Vanguard still refer to her as ‘a Guardian’.

Maybe that is also why she loves the Shore so much.

It is her own thing; because here, she is entirely on her own. No fireteam to save her hide, no voice in the comms telling her the correct path. When Drifter brought her here first, he just showed her around and that was it—now she musts fight her way alone. And it feels freeing, as much as the dread of the unknown is intoxicating.

Sleepiness creeps upon her as she watches lights below disappear one after another into the darkness of space. They must find cover; she wouldn’t like to be surprised by a Scorn patrol alone on an exposed rock, with her Ghost out.

“Come,” she rises to her feet and gestures at Runi, “have any idea of a spot for the night?”

“Couldn’t your new friend rent us a room?” He teases, and her lips quirk.

“I think he only accepts payment in handguns.”

#i'm actually posting something about my ocs woah #is it self insert if it's not angst?#ór #runi #iskaar #oc #my fics #destiny 2 #destiny 2 fic #the tangled shore #spider's palace #eliksni

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spectraspecs-writes · 4 years

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Tatooine - Chapter 58

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 57. Chapter 59.

@marie39554 @averruncusho thank you for reading you get a tag

Today. Out into the dunes. Bastila and I should… No. Not Bastila. In her current state? She’s still in a tizzy about her mom. Not in a fighting state, and there will be fighting. But I still need another melee. “Juhani!” I say suddenly - she’s in the room. She looks at me. “Fancy a trip into the Dune Sea?”

“I would love to,” she says.

“Great! We’ll head out in a bit.” Also bringing HK, for translation. I know he’s got combat protocols, but I’m not so sure about them. I want my best shot. I need my best shot. And that means… but I’m not done thinking. Not all the way. Most of the way.

If I want him to trust me, I have to trust him.

I do trust him.

I knock on the door of the port side quarters, to be polite. “Yeah?” Canderous says on the other side.

“Is Carth in there?”

“Yeah, come on in.”

I open the door. Wow, Bunny Man in just a shirt and his pants - he was cute with the jacket, but he’s even cuter without it. Good God. Easy there, Rena. “What’s up?” he says, looking expectantly at me. I can’t have been just standing here for more than a few seconds.

I refocus myself. “I’m going out into the Dune Sea, want to come?”

He smiles. “Finished thinking, then, have you?” he says. Happy.

I smile back. “Yeah, you’re out of the kath house, for now.”

Canderous gives a little nod at me. Hey, if this only stops him being the weird friendship counselor he has been, then this is the right move. “Get some armor,” I tell Carth, “The jacket is great, but I doubt the Sand People have the same appreciation for fashion that you and I do.”

“The who?”

“I’ll fill you in,” Canderous tells him.

Now to find HK. He’s not in the loading bay where he shut down last night. Or the main hold. I go into the comms room to check the cameras - it’s not like he would have left the ship, so he’s got to be here somewhere. Engine room - weird, wonder what he’s doing there. I’ll have to ask.

Why is the door closed? And locked - I have to pull my spanner out to unlock it. When it opens, an ion shot narrowly misses my knees. “THAT WAS A WARNING SHOT YOU RUST--” What the hell, HK? “Correction: Meatb- I mean, master. I was expecting the utility droid. My apologies, master.”

Oh, damn, the droids are fighting, I was afraid of this. “Why were you going to shoot T3?”

“Answer: The utility droid has been monitoring me since I boarded this vessel, and has made a show of displaying his security implements. Speculation: It is as though he wishes to dismantle me and use me for spare parts. A droid has to protect himself, after all.”

“Hence the ion rifle.”

“Correct, master.”

Good God. “Okay, I’ll talk to him,” I say with a sigh, “Meantime, I’m taking you out into the desert. Facing organics, not droids. Pick the right rifle for that, then meet me in the loading bay.”

“Excitement: Affirmative, master. Thank you, master.”

I steal my sunglasses back from Mission, and when Juhani and Carth join me and HK in the loading bay, we leave. It’s not exactly difficult to find the way to the Dune Sea - forget the fact that we were near there yesterday, it’s a massive door in the middle of Anchorhead. Not that hard to find.

I tell you what I’m seeing a lot more of today than yesterday is Jawas. At least I assume they’re Jawas. They’re short and hide their faces beneath brown Bantha wool robes, and they mumble-speak a lot faster than I can listen. One of them, near the gate to the Dune Sea, stops me, tugging at my robe. HK points his rifle at the Jawa, but I stop him. Worst case scenario a swift kick would solve any problems I could possibly have here. “Can I help you?” I ask the Jawa.

“Yes, help. There are troubles from the ghosts among the sands.” At least I think that’s what the Jawa says.

“Could you speak a little more clearly?” I ask, trying to be polite.

HK chimes in. “Statement: It is doubtful he can be clearer. Their language is difficult even for droids. He is using a trade language to try and help.”

“The trouble is yours, not of Jawa,” the little guy says, “We must use a language of trade because you listen complicated to what we say simply.”

Okay. Whatever that means. “You said you wanted my help?”

“Iziz, I am,” the Jawa says, “Leader of the tribe that is mine. You are the same in kind, a leader that stands before your tribe?”

“Leader of our tribe?” Carth scoffs, “That's a new one.”

I turn to him and grin playfully. “Do not mock your tribal leader!” He snort-laughs shortly - I can tell he missed this - and I turn back to the Jawa.

“There are troubles that we have,” Iziz says, “The giants made of sand, they are horned ghosts that take us away.”

“Sounds like Sand People to me,” I say.

“That is how you know them,” Iziz says, “Giants are different for us, we being smaller.” Well that’s true. “People of Sand are who I mean.”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

“There has been no help given by asking the great group that digs with machines.” I’m not surprised, damn Czerka Corps. “Now Iziz asks you. I ask that you find us, and then bring away from the People of Sand. Then we will offer a trade with you. Long have we scavenged, among you and those that came before. We have things you will like for this service.”

“Who knows how long the Jawas have been here?” Carth says, “Maybe he knows something about the Star Map.”

“These are things I know!” Iziz says eagerly, “Yes! From those that came before, the guide to lights far and away. I can tell you! Please, first help the tribe of Iziz among the People of the Sand, and we will trade what we each need.”

Seems honest enough, I don’t sense any deceit - I sure do love these Jedi senses. “I’ll take a look.”

“Iziz hopes you have the luck you need.”

Finally the Czerka guy who’s supposed to be at the gate shows up. “Hey!” he says to get my attention, “No one leaves Anchorhead without proper authorization.”

“I have proper authorization,” I say, “I’ve just been waiting for you.”

“Well, let’s see it, then.” I hand him the hunting license Czerka gave me. “All right,” he says, scanning it into his datapad, “I'll just scan that and you're off. I'll keep it on file, too. Good luck out there. You'll need it.”

“Thanks, man.” A smaller gate opens for us - the big one must be for rontos, dewbacks, sandcrawlers, big stuff.

The sand on the dunes is marked by a stretch of marker posts. Like Czerka has established safe areas. Well, safer than the desert past them, I’m sure. I put on my sunglasses. The suns are a bit blinding but once I’ve got them on I can see a massive sandcrawler, smoking like it’s been damaged. I seem to recall the Czerka officer saying to follow one of the sandcrawlers if I wanted to run into Sand People, so that seems like the way to go. “This way,” I say, indicating the sandcrawler.

“The sooner we’re done here, the better,” Carth says, shaking his head, “I feel like all this sweat will make my armor slide off.”

“Statement: This is not a problem that droids face. As I explained yesterday, you meatbags truly are filled with water.”

I laugh, probably too loudly. “Yeah, yeah,” Carth says, “I don’t want to hear it.” I just love the whole “meatbag” thing, I think it’s hilarious.

I hear some noises in the distance. I’m not… scared precisely, but I want to get to the cover of the sandcrawler as quickly as possible. I don’t want to be snuck up on. “Rena?” Juhani asks, “Are you all right?”

“Probably just paranoid,” I say, “You and Carth get on to the sandcrawler, I’m right behind you.” They go, leaving me with HK. “How are your optical sensors?” I ask him.

“Answer: Fully equipped to observe a variety of wavelengths of light, master, with clarity of vision well over 100 meters.”

“Great, scan the horizon for me, would you? Tell me what you see.”

After a few moments, he outlines for me what he sees: “Master, there is a group of meatbags assembled beyond the ridge armed with combination melee weapons and blasters. Their heat signature is low. I suspect they have a hostile intent. Would you like me to terminate them for you?”

“No, not on your own. Are they moving?”

“Indeed, master,” HK says, “While they have not seen us yet, they are approaching. Suggest we engage immediately.”

“You’ll be able to satisfy your bloodlust soon enough, HK. Let’s get to the sandcrawler.”

“Objection: Master, I am a droid. I am incapable of bloodlust.”

“You could have fooled me.”

“Explanation: You cannot blame a droid for a desire to be efficient, master.”

“I guess.”

When we get close to the sandcrawler, Carth comes up to me. “Something out there?”

“Yeah,” I say, “Something.”

“There’s a Czerka team here,” Juhani says, “The mining captain says the last attack by the Sand People took out most of the team.”

“They came out of nowhere!” a man says, presumably the mining captain, “Can you handle a blaster? They may attack again at any second.”

“They are, HK saw them over the ridge,” I tell him, “Are you guys fit to fight?”

“I doubt we could hold out on our own against another wave of them.”

“You won’t have to,” I say. Carth pulls out his blasters and checks them, the power packs. “You’ve got two Jedi Guardians, a Republic soldier, and a combat-ready protocol droid here to help.”

The noise comes again, louder, closer. In the shade of the sandcrawler, I can see better. People - at least people-shaped - wearing sand-colored robes, complete with a mask covering the face. About what I’d expect from a race of beings living in the desert. They start out walking, but when they see us, one raises his stick in the air and hoots, and four of them run toward us. Another eight guard the perimeter.

Carth and HK join the miners, firing shots at the Sand People from a distance, while Juhani and I go head to head. She jumps right to one, activates her lightsaber, sparks coming off when it crashes into the gaffi stick. But I want to try something. I want to try talking. I don't want to strike first. Maybe that could make an impression? Cause him to pause?

Nope, that didn't happen. He raises his gaffi stick against me and I activate my lightsaber to meet it. Clash! “Nice to meet you, too,” I say sarcastically. The Sand Person pushes hard against my lightsaber. His form is sloppy, and his footwork unstable. I'm more than willing to grant that the Sand People have a different fighting style than any I've seen before, but that being said there are certain fundamentals to melee combat and this guy doesn't have it. For God’s sake, is this a kid? Is this guy still training, or is he just nervous? “Look,” I say, parrying a blow, “I don't want to kill you, can we just talk about this?” He roars and moves to strike again. A big gesture - I move aside and he stumbles into the sand. “Not up to talking, I see.” He quickly recovers and fires a shot at me from close range. Singes my arm.

Behind me. Duck! Another Sand Person, trying a sneak attack. Fun - two against one. God, I miss my other sword. And stable footing. I hate sand!

HK shoots the first Sand Person in the back. The other Sand Person swings his gaffi and I jump and flip, and I cut off one hand. He screams and stops fighting me. “I'm sorry!” I shout, “I just want to talk!” HK shoots this one, too. While Carth and the miners are focusing on the perimeter and doing a damn fine job, HK seems to be going exclusively for the Sand People on the offensive. Which on the one hand is nice because it takes the pressure off me, but on the other hand, the whole perimeter force would be gone if he would focus. Out of the original eight, only the two on the fringes are left. Which makes sense - Carth is a crack shot but blaster pistols have a limited range, thirty meters at best, these two are further than that.

And coming closer - Juhani is fighting two at once, and the two on the fringes are coming for her. From their stride I can tell these are better warriors than the two HK just gunned down. They don't disturb the sand as much with their steps. And she doesn't even see them coming. I took a lightsaber off those Dark Jedi yesterday - I take a brief moment to find it in my pack and pull it out. And then I jump to the approaching Sand People, striking with the two blades and slicing an arm off one. His partner clashes with the new blade, shining violet light across his mask. “I don't suppose you want to talk, do you?” Can't hurt to ask, can it?

I'm starting to think they don't understand Basic.

The one missing an arm is still swinging, despite the immense pain he must be feeling, but missing a limb throws him off his balance and it doesn't take very long for HK to shoot him. With a single slash, Juhani takes out two she was facing. I take the handle of one lightsaber and crash it over the head of the remaining Sand Person.

His mask comes off.

And in that moment, it's like he forgets all about me. I didn't even get a glimpse at his face. The mask must be more than just protection from the wind and sand - if it wasn't, he wouldn't be putting himself in such a vulnerable position. I take a step back and let him replace the mask. To win now would be cheap and cowardly, and strip him of his dignity. To win now would be… well, no better than a Sith.

Not that he respects me not striking while he's down. In fact, the minute he gets his mask back on the swipes at my legs with his gaffi stick and knocks me down. And as he's standing over me, pointing the firing end of the gaffi at me, I feel like I should regret my decision not to strike when I had the chance, but I don't. Not for a second.

And then a blaster bolt hits him. “Rena!” Carth calls, closer now than he had been, “Are you all right?” He helps me stand up. He smiles at me. “You’ve got sand in your hair, beautiful.”

I shake my head, and the sand flies out. “I'm okay,” I say.

“Query: Master, there was a moment in the combat when you could have struck your opponent,” HK says, “Yet you simply stood there. Was there a reason for your pause?”

“Yeah, I didn't want to win that way. Let's get back to the shade. The sun is killing me.”

“What do you mean?” Juhani asks.

“I've seen enough cultures to know when something is super important to a particular culture,” I say, “If that mask was just to keep sand out of his face, he wouldn't have stopped fighting to grab it.” I shrug. “Maybe it’s religion, maybe it's a family thing, maybe it's an honor thing. I don't know. But I want to talk to these people. Czerka wants me to kill them. I would rather make peace. And disrespecting a part of their culture is the wrong way to do it.”

“Sounds like a noble idea,” Carth says, “but there's one problem with that. If we want to get into their enclave to talk to them, we’re going to have to dress like them, right? Wouldn't taking off their robes disrespect their culture? I mean, do we really have a choice here?”

That's a good point. I didn't think about that. I know, I don't know enough about their culture to make assumptions, but I just don't think the Sand People would take too well to a bunch of outsiders killing their people and then leaving them naked in the desert. Or having outsiders look at them.

Well, here's a thought. “HK,” I say, “You can selectively delete portions of your memory, right?”

“Hesitation: What are you proposing, Master?”

“Nothing too severe,” I reassure him, “If you remove the robes from the Sand People and bring them to us, and then delete the memory of what they looked like under their robes…”

“That sounds like a lot of extra work,” Carth points out.

“Better than starting off on the wrong foot.” I've already apparently pissed these people off by being here, I'd hate to make it worse.

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She’s Too Clingy 13

reader x min yoongi

plot: Yoongi seems to always take his frustrations out on you. Have you finally reached your boiling point?

genre: angst

word count: 1.7k

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You cursed yourself for not bringing an umbrella and for not having a thick enough jacket to withstand the rain outside. It had been such a gloomy day, you should have known it would have started pouring the way it was now. You rested your head in your palm and sighed, looking through the cafe window when you noticed the rain storm wasn’t letting up anytime soon. You had a love-hate relationship with rain. It had a calming effect but it also caused you a lot of misfortune. Especially when you had errands to run, and boy did you have a lot of those today. You had only stopped at this little cafe because it was right next to your favorite open market. Not only was it convenient for you but not many people frequented it, well for what you could see it was pretty much always a ghost town here. They had great lattes though, they were always a tad bit too hot for your taste and pain tolerance but, nonetheless they gave even some of your favorite coffee shops in your home city a run for their money.

It was quiet now, the last few stragglers had ordered their coffee and left but only you and a faceless body had remained. He had grunted in acknowledgment when he passed you a little bit ago. You couldn’t make out his face due to the black mask and cap he wore but you could tell by the slither of skin that did show that he was quite the beaut. You had stolen a few glances at him, just out of curiosity. He’d actually caught you a few times and each time you’d send him an awkward smile and duck your head out of embarrassment.

It was getting late, you knew you should have been gone an hour ago, your cup of coffee had been emptied not too long ago and the only reminiscence of your bagel was the crumbs still attached to your lips. But he was the one that kept you glued to your very seat. You had important things to do today, yea, that much was clear, but the mysterious guy that refuses to take off his mask and cap had you absolutely mesmerized. You felt silly, of course, but you also felt compelled to stay. That if you were to get up right now that you’d be making the biggest mistake of your life. It was almost as if he was asking you to stay, begging you, through telepathy. So you did just that. Stayed. Stayed another 2 hours in an almost deserted cafe just for a stranger.

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You had to say something to him, just anything, maybe ask him his name, or what kind of coffee he likes to drink. He looked like the type of guy to order black, no sugar no cream. The complete opposite of you. You would not mind though, opposites attract, that’s what they always say, right?

Just as you were getting your thoughts together, mystery guys phone had broken through the serene silence of the cafe. You jumped, due to the loudness of it but soon composed yourself as you saw him heading towards you, phone to hear. You had your fingers crossed that he’d send you some type of acknowledgment, a smile, a hello, hell you would take anything, but he walks past you without a word. Turning your head in his direction, you watch him exit the cafe. You turn back around to face forward, staring at his now empty seat. Your shoulders slump, you couldn’t help but feel stupid. When has a guy of his caliber ever paid attention to a plain ole boring girl like you? They don’t and they never will.

You collect your belongings and head towards the door to exit, pushing open the door you sigh seeing as the rain still hasn’t slowed. You curse yourself one last time for not bringing an umbrella before taking a step out and praying to the heavens above you don’t catch a cold.

A few days had passed since you last visited that coffee shop. You tried to stay away from it as much as possible, wanting to forget the whole ordeal. You didn’t quite pick up on why you felt the way you did. It was kind of embarrassing. You pining over a guy you could barely even see, I mean what would you tell your parents?

‘Mom I’m infatuated with this complete stranger that I meant only a few days ago, he smells like mint candy and roses but I think he’s the one. I mean it this time. Oh, and did I mention he’s a stranger?’

You laugh to yourself at the preposterousness of the situation.

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You feel Yoongi’s lips kiss you starting from your chin down to your collarbone. You felt conflicted, you wanted him to stop but you also wanted whatever this process was to speed itself up. This was strange like you were giving in to him too easily like this was what he wanted all along. To butter you up. He’d tell you he missed you, that he still had feelings for you but that was all apart of the plan. That’s why he took you out tonight, to get you drunk and bring you back home. He’d say all the right things just to get in your pants and leave. And you felt so stupid to believe that this was more than what you thought it was supposed to be or at least what it should have been.

Or maybe you were just over thinking, maybe you should just give in and see where everything goes from then on. If you wake up to an empty bed then you know for sure that that’s exactly what it was this whole time. But the only thing that matters, in the end, is that you tried. You fought for your relationship and you did all you could do. Even if he was lying this entire time you still have this one last time to be with the man that you loved since the very first day that you officially met.

You feel Yoongi stiffen under you. You ask him why he stopped but he only remains silent.

“Why’d you stop? Do you want to maybe go into the bedroom we don’t have to do this on the couch if you don’t wanna.” You tried not to sound so inexperienced but it had been so long since... ya know you didn’t really know how to do ‘sexy talk’ anymore.

“I can’t do this,” he replies as he starts to gather his belongings.

You fucked up, you must have because just five minutes ago everything was going perfectly fine. He was enjoying himself and so were you, right?

“Is it me,” you rush to stand up as well, forgetting you had a little too much more to drink than what your blood can withstand. You get a little dizzy but brush it off. “Do I smell bad, oh my god I do don’t I? Like beer? I can shower real quick and-”

“NO, just no I gotta go,” you can see the confliction in his eyes but decided not to say anything out of fear. “Sorry I can’t. Y/n, sorry.” He doesn’t even spare you a second glance as he walks out the door. And that’s when you feel it again. That heart dropping feeling.

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“Hi, is this seat taken?” You jump, surprised by the deep voice behind you. You turn your body just to confirm that someone was indeed asking if they could sit next to you.

The cafe today was occupied with new and familiar faces. Tables upon tables were packed with people. After a while, the cafe staff had to start assigning people where to sit. You had no idea why so many people were here today. There wasn’t any new specials or anything, everything was quite the same, well except for the fact that you did hear from a waitress that there was some new boy group in town and it was rumored they were somewhere in the area. You didn’t quite understand their name, sounded like something in a foreign language but everyone seemed to be in high spirits due to them.

It’s him. The perfect but not so perfect stranger. Was he actually asking if he could sit with you? Is this the day you actually go mad?

He stands there awaiting your answer, shifting from foot to foot while you stare at him with your mouth wide open. You rush to move your trash so he can take his seat. He smiles at you, even though his mouth is covered with his mask it still shines through his kitten like eyes.

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You wake up with the worst headache imaginable, you really didn’t drink that much but you did end you crying yourself to sleep. You felt like complete shit you could only imagine how bad you looked. You were at least a little relieved you had the next few days of work off but what difference would it really make. It didn’t stop you from still feeling like a complete and utter idiot for believing Yoongi had anything but the best intentions for you and this relationship. Last night went so well up until he kissed you. It was a mistake, the second he started you should have ended it but you were selfish, too caught up in your own pleasure to see that maybe this was moving too fast for the both of you. This whole relationship has been filled with conflictions and no resolutions. You tried and failed multiple times and perhaps the two of you should have given up years ago. Maybe, you shouldn’t have even started.

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Medieval Times part 1

Hello! I am back with a new story. this one is a special one! this is actually one of my active Stories I have with a co author. we are on a small hiatus so I am taking the time to edit clean up line up details an make it look pretty basically an they have so lovingly given me permission to post their parts of it without having to change out their character. thank gosh! much love to my co author for your help in writing this wonderful story an I truly hope my edits do it justice.))

Cardinal gave a deep breath as finally. Finally they made it to the capital city. Within the hour they would be at the castle. It was nice to know that after such a long trip, 10 long days, It was finally gonna be over soon. But from there on ward was a whole new story, that if she was honest, She was not looking forward to.

Cardinal gave another silent sigh from her perch on the back of the carriage. Her lord had made it bluntly obvious that he was... flustered. So she had a rather clear idea of what tonight would entail if it did not involve her directly. It was a blur, almost, arriving at the place.

Her lord was whisked away by staff to turn in documents and prep for tonight's party after just a bit of rest. Cardin however, like she was supposed to, kept as a shadow to him. She was brought as a personal guard because of such a lengthy journey to attend this summit of lords, an that is what she would be, no matter how pointless it was at arriving at the outer walls of the castle.

Regardless people were stirred up at the appearance of a masked warrior. Even more so when word got around that 'The Fox Warrior' was here. She had never seen people spare so many glances her way, both with fright and some kind of admiration... Some even desire which was rather uncomfortable to see but externally non knew of her discomfort. She would keep it that way. As the Perfect statute. Body language was a thing she learned to manipulate early on as it got her into a lot of trouble originally when she was young. her attire helped with this as well.

Time continued to blur together as preparations were made her lord got dressed and eventually left to the party in the main ball room. He was announced and off to mingle he went. She however practically became a wall decoration. Just watching and watching and watching. It was so mind numbing an boring!

He would greet an old friend, see an introduction of a new person. Then it was Talk about lands, brag about prospects, share a laugh, a drink and on to the next old friend. Wash rinse and repeat till the evenings end. It was not something she had a desire to watch all night but she would, till she took notice of an opening that normally she would over look and forget about, but she saw it and being incredibly bored of the environment an not needed if the other guards playing wall decoration was something to take note off, she took the opportunity she saw. If she was caught she would never hear the end of it from her lord but right now it was worth the risk.

Moving from her spot on the wall, she moved to a empty door way. No guard, an not many party goers. Walking normal, like she was sent off to do something, she slipped out the door without so much as the Click of the door that closed behind her letting others know she had left.

Looking along the dark hallway on the other side of the door she let out a deep breath again. Letting a little tension melt away somewhat. As she took a left seeing a window. And further down what looked to be a door leading outside. An sure enough it lead to a garden area.

She took in a deep breath an looked up to see a moonless night. The new moon. She wandered just a little bit before spotting a large oak tree and moving taking a seat at its base between two large roots. Relaxing back she closed her eyes for a moment reaching up to adjust the mask that sat on her face a little bit better and then looked off. Listening to everything. the breeze, the steps of walking men along the walls and the grounds, the soft sounds of the party in the far distance. She just listened, taking in all she could of this small stolen break. It was nice to rest just some. She looked up at the sky waiting till a time where she felt she had to return. Which would prove to be sooner rather then later in her feeling of having to get back without being noticed.

Across the palace grounds Kaiser took a moment an held his chainmail in front of him looking at it as he dressed. A cloth was stitched in with the weaves of the metal showing off his newly obtained rank as a castle guard. He had just barely passed the training of the magical arts. His affinity to magic was reveled to be force. Granting him the ability to quickly and suddenly increase his strength for brief instances. Of course with it still being under developed, it severely depleted his stamina leaving it a mostly one off skill that took a lot of back building to do any major damage to a large area or several people.

Continuing to dress, He strapped on the metal plates for his arms and legs. Placed his sword in its scabbard and fastened to his left hip. As he finished the guard he was due to relieve, so he can start his shift, arrived. He left out of the barracks an the captain of the guard stopped him to explain of a upcoming party that evening that the guard will be required to watch over. It was mostly To keep special guests safe in celebration of the start of a summit as well as to explain that their would be special guards accompanying various guests as personal protection for the event from having to travel far distances in order to attend the summit. listing the few already in attendance as guests had been arriving in a slow steady stream since that early morning. This explanation would take a while as the Captain an Kaiser traversed the grounds.

Sitting there for what felt like a while she heard a lull begin in the patrolling foot steps. Shift change. She slowly got up from her spot dusting off a bit of grass and dirt from her clothing before she began wandering again looking at flowers, bushes, an few young trees growing. Some she recognized others not so much.

She still didn't go to far from her original spot before turning to wander back the way she came. Making the same passes a few times before she found herself back at the oak tree. She brushed a gloved hand along the bark of the tree. She could almost feel its hum of energy below her hand. she took just a moment more Before stepping up on a root and jumping slightly to grab a branch higher up and pull herself up into the foliage. She could feel a soft desire to go for a run. Yet she knew she couldn't not here, nor at this time, so as a result she did feel a bit restless.

Giving another soft sigh she leaned back into the tree from the branch she sat on letting one of her legs dangle back and forth. As she went back to listening to all around her. The pick up of slight chatter an increased foot steps once again as shift came into activity again and the wind moving threw the tree feeling its presence and smell wrap around her as she sat their looking off and up into the tree.

As the two headed for the door across the grass to reach a section in the back of a the event hall the captain's eyes looked upward lingering on a lone oak tree for a moment. Kaiser took notice of his momentary pause and turned to look where he was. Only to see the garden swaying peacefully with the wind.

"See something captain?" Kaiser shifted around trying to see what he noticed.

"Nothing ya moppet just the wind I suppose. Now let's hurry only a short time now before the shift change ends And we mustn't be late, can't have an area without at least one posted guard."

They went through the door she had come from. Kaiser took position in a large room in a corner off to the side. 'Large groups of people. Weird clothes and all of the sorted food an decorations so uncomfortable an fake.' he thought. One of the wandering guards that looped the hall during the event walked up to him.

He was A veteran of 3 years for the royal guard, making space the man moved standing beside him . Kaiser looked straight ahead seeming to pay no mind to his appearance.

"Hey. I grabbed ya bit of the good food while I passed by. Don't let em catch ya eating."

Kaiser took the chance to eat the nicer bits of bread and a slice of cheese made of higher quality than they'd ever see when he passed it to him. As Kaiser ate the guard pointed out on of the guests.

"That one there. The Lord of the hour. The Lord of....I don't remember but that's not important right? Right." giving Kaiser no time to respond he continued speaking keeping a low tone.

"That one, if I heard right, is protected by THE silver fox warrior. Heard many a fine story of that one. I must say though, I don't feel quite right knowing we let something like that inside. Amazing tales of grandeur an strength but at the same time I am not so naïve as to think those are not horror tales either. Rumored is that they are quite the monster to those that appose em. Haven't seen em since they arrived however. I'd at least like to see what could kill me right? Guess they live up to their rumored skill of being practically a ghost." He then walked off towards another section of the castle with a soft hearty chuckle. Kaiser pondered what he said.

"I guess everyone needs some time off eventually..." was all he could think to reply as to why the rumored fox warrior wasn't present at the party despite being clamed to be present at the castle. Kaiser had seen many intimidators of said warrior an wasn't all too convinced that this one was the real one, he would have to wait an see, he supposed, if the opportunity arises to see this particular warrior taking the role of the rumor was to be the true narrative or a false record.

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IDENTIFICATION Name: Phantasma

Age: She is ageless, being a ghost and all. But! She did die when she was 32 years old.

Cause of death: Arrows to the back.

Gender: Female

Species: Flower Type Yokai

Height: 0% Form stands at 3’00

50% Form stands at 4’00

100% Form stands at 5’00

Weight: ????

Scars/Deformities: Has no Eyes but that doesn’t mean she can’t see.

Theme song(s):

Blooming Spring, by Go raibh maith agat orchestra (From the game Deemo

Rainy Memory, by Rabpit (From the game Deemo) —— Family Relations Parents: Dead Siblings: None Friends: Has none yet.

Lover: None currently. (Had one in past life)

Offspring: None currently. (Had one in past life) —- Personality

(List at least 3 positive, 2 neutral, and 3 negative.)

Loyalty: She has a strong sense of loyalty, her parents got sick with the wounds they got from an attack from their used to be allies. Using poisoned weapons. illness followed, she was heartbroken at her parents demise and she wished she had been stronger…and after the betrayal she swore to be more loyal than her traitorous Ex-allies showing them what loyalty could have given them. Observing: While her eyes are empty sockets, that doesn’t mean she can’t notice slight changes in behavior and body language. Seeing inner turmoil is a speciality of hers, giving her hunches on what might be working with the individual.

Open minded: Phantasma is open to suggestions, ideas and opinions, and try’s to look at them from different angles so she can understand where they stand. —- Quite: This flower ghost doesn’t like to talk if the situation doesn’t call for it.

Mothering: She can be very motherly to children, She can sometimes be seen with them during any spare time she has. —— Stoic: She isn’t exactly open, in the emotional way, she made walls around her emotions to keep from getting distracted, and at times this becomes a issue with others. And if she endures pain without complaining this can become deadly if the medic doesn’t find her and make her show her wounds.

Eerie: Now this isn’t exactly her fault, Others find her creepy and strange, this makes it hard for them to trust her. And this becomes a problem with the workings of the groups. Because if some don’t trust her it could cause problems with Negotiations or fighting, this also can be a problem in finding a lover.

Strengths: -Gardening- Phantasma is an amazing gardener, true you may think this isn’t a strength. But don’t be so quick to judge! She uses this ability in one of her attacks which summons a large flower bud that sprouts mini Orochi’s across a small area around her. And this comes in handy when she deals with poison from plants.

-A mother’s ferocity- This seems strange as a strength, and true while it’s less affective with her older team mates, it can become a force to be reckoned with! And trust me, her mothering instinct gives her an edge when dealing with others who’ve had emotional scarring.

-Inner Workings- Now this means she can feel and see other people’s auras, seeing if they are depressed, angry, happy and ect. This helps her get a good guess on what her opponent might do.

-Training animals- This comes from her past life, she had a way with animals and this carried into her ghost state. She trains animals to become message carriers and spies. She cares for each one she has, which includes a Dove called Mu, a Python called Mobby, and last but not least a Shiba inu named Maple Leaf.

Weaknesses:

-Her Back- She may be a ghost but she can be injured by magic based weapons, some can be cursed or holy she’s affected by both…but her back is where her weakness lies. And again her back is her bigger weak spot she can still get injured everywhere.

-Her flowers and mini orochi’s- You see, they are not obvious weak spots. But when hit you can see small little marks show up on her chest. Those little love’s are connected to her and hurting them in turns hurt her but she can sacrifice power to make them stronger so beware!

-Cursed or holy weapons- As explained above, she can be injured by magic infused weapons.

—– Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual Status: Single.

Turn On’s

-Accepting- Phantasma wants some one that accepts her personality, and not be put off by her personality or her looks.

-Open minded- She also wants some one who is open minded as well. She hates the thought of someone being to narrow minded to think about the pros and cons.

-Love’s to garden- She would like to have partner that likes plants and gardening. She loves to spend some time on her garden which grows herbs to help with some illnesses and annoyances.

Turn Off’s

-Narrow Minded- Phantasma will NOT tolerate behavior that could damage another’s feelings or ideas. She will not hesitate to smack some sense into the narrow minded being.

-Aggressive- She also won’t stand for a aggressive partner, because to her this means the other won’t leave her be if it is necessary for her. And that will not do.

-Un-loyal- She doesn’t want a partner that will date her and then go off and date some one else just because they think they can while still dating her. This will most likely lead to the ex-partner being spade or nurtured.

-Lazy- She doesn’t want to have to drag the other around, this makes her think that they wouldn’t be able to provide or protect children if they had any. And will make them very un-attractive to her.

Current Crushes: None Past Crushes: Morrow —– History -Past- Phantasma was once a charming young women living with her family in Japan. Being mostly in the mountains she spent her child hood there and it was peaceful for a time. Until she met a strange Yokai known as a Kappa, living in the river near her home. Now she knew of their scary reputation, but she wanted to know if the horror stories were true. She got her chance when the poor Young Kappa was near drying out trying to get back to the river but his foot was caught in a bear trap. She went and helped him, getting his foot out and then helping him into the river to gain his strength back. That’s when they began talking, and talking after a few years she grew to love the Kappa known as Marrow. Her Parents were of course terribly worried how this would work so they seemed aid and found what they thought were their allies in helping their daughter raise a Kappa and human child. But a few days after Phantasma gave birth to the special child, she went to the River Only to discover her beloved had been murdered. She hears screams and yells from her home and with child in her arms she cradled them and ran back home.

Smoke and fire filled her vision as her house was set a blaze, she cried out for her family, for ether of them to answer. But it was in vain attempt as the House was engulfed in flames, she ran as she heard footsteps her parents voice call out and she was relieved to see them. Thanking whichever deity saved them, The family ran off together and the Parents soon explained that they don’t know what caused the blaze. Phantasma soon spoke about her dead beloved Marrow and she cried that night with her child, they met up with their allies telling them what’s happen and they helped give them a new home to stay in. A few weeks pass and on one moonlit night while Phantasma was feeding her child she could faintly hear noises from outside and she at first ignored it. But when her pet Shiba inu started to growl and it’s fur standing on end she looked to her door and could see shadows moving around. She held her child close fearful for her child’s safety. The dog moved forward in a stalking motion growling louder and before she knew what happened her room was under siege.

Phantasma was thrown into a panic as she stood up and bolted as her pet attacked one of them men distracting them long enough for her to slip out the door. She went to find her parents and warn them but, found them dead and cold on the floor, she saw some liquid pushing from their wounds and she could tell they were poisoned. She ran out of the house crying in distress and fear going to a field of red flowers, the sky clear above her the moon shining down lighting her way but the attackers followed her to the field were she couldn’t run any further and collapsed to her knees panting desperately to get air into her lungs. She looks to her tormentors and one took off his mask and she was mortified to see the commander of the party that was supposed to be her allies. She cries out why they would betray her family, he said for the riches they would achieve to turn in a hybrid monster. She crouched over her child hoping to shield them but that’s when they fired, Arrow slicing through her delicate pale skin. One stabbed her through the heart and she bleed out on the field of red flowers, Her child brutally killed and taken from her corpse leaving her their to decay the only person who came to her was her pet Shiba inu. Who howled into the night in sorrow having been injured. As her blood stained the flowers below her a red mist began to seep from the earth and a ghostly wail came from it as it began to take shape…And so Phantasma was born from the spirit energy from the flowers. —– -Powers-

Flower pollen: She exhales a red mist like cloud which is actually flower pollen of the red flowers like the ones in her hair. They bloom in a circle around her, they are poisonous so standing in them to long can cause damage to the attacker.

Orchid Buds: A few larger flowers bloom and small orchids heads come from it to strike at nearby enemies.

Lashing threads: Her long sleeves actually can expand and contract, making them like whips she can even make her poison pollen come from them. ——-

Question: Why is your character needed in the guild? Answer: She can be useful when dealing in herbal medicine, quick field first aid, A decent long ranged defense, A on the go spy and a suitable therapist if needed. And this is more of a bonus in a way, she doesn’t need to eat, or drink…all she needs is sleep she is EXTREMELY low maintenance. And has a good amount of incite into the spirit world and magical items.

Phew! I’m done! Now this character I hope to enter into the group know as the @black-suit-justice ! X3 also if you see her 0% form that was done by Piranhartist on Deviant art! And I developed her from there!

Now hopefully she’s adequate to join the group!

Please don’t steal the art or characters!

#Phantasma #black suit justice #animal guardian

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imagine-darksiders · 7 years

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Hi! First of all, thank you for creating all these awesome stories! I was completely elated when I stumbled across your page. The horsemen deserve lots of love and what better way to do that through fluffs and cutsey moments! I was wondering if you could write a scenario where Death and his S/O meet for the first time after thinking he was gone for good in the Well of Souls please? :-)

‘Saudade (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that has been distant, or that has been loved and then lost…’

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“This is just daft,” Death grumbles to himself, marching through a half-formed settlement. He passes tents filled with humans; confused, but very much alive. Each one spares him a wary glance, ushering children into cover or retreating into it themselves. Several humans who’d been in law enforcement before the apocalypse and were dispatched to the camp let their hands fall to their firearms as he passed by.

Death ignored them all.

It was roughly 2 months after the horseman fell into the Well of Souls. 2 months since the human race had been restored to life. Already the little species had pulled themselves back together, setting up these encampments until further accommodation would doubtless be sorted, finding food, water… finding each other.

But Death hadn’t found who he was looking for.

To begin with, he’d been completely flummoxed as to why he was seeking the human at all. Surely he had better things to do. It soon became apparent, however, that although he may well have had more pressing matters to attend to, he didn’t have anything he would rather be doing.

It had taken only a few days to return to the Crowfather and inquire where the Old one had sent you, and to reacquire his mask, of course. But the horseman hadn’t considered that you might have moved since then.

Indeed you had, to his irritation. When you returned to Earth, you’d thrown yourself into the relief effort. You helped several angels settle your fellow humans, you’d aided them in hunting down stray demons, anything to keep your mind busy. Anything to keep you from thinking about him.

It damn near killed you when he sacrificed himself for your people. You were utterly spent from the pain of losing your family, your world, your life. When you lost your friend as well, it was too much. The Crowfather had to carry you out of the Tree. All you could do was scream.

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Dust dives down from the dark, grey sky to hover over the horseman’s head. The crow releases a frantic caw before darting over the heads of a group of humans, perching on the pole of a tent with a red cross. If Death had a heart at all, it would have almost soared. He squashed down the feeling of relief, grinding it into ashes in the pit of his stomach as he brushes through the crowd of people, who scatter regardless away from the creature the kind angel, Azrael, had told them about.

Pace quickening only fractionally, Death strides towards the tent with the cross, reaches out a hand to the lift the flap…..

…..and is beaten to it.

Out steps a shoddy, exhausted, miserable-looking human.

Death’s hand freezes in front of a shocked face, one that looks as though it’s seen a ghost.

—

You gape up at the pale white mask you honestly thought you’d never see again. Your mouth opens and closes dumbly as you try to make sense of what exactly you’re seeing.

“Death?” you breathe.

“Y/n,” he replies, voice as steady as ever.

Behind his mask, Death’s mouth is drawn into a wide grin, thankful for the obstruction. He drops his hand to his side and rests it instead on his hip. The old horseman ducks his head and moves to speak.

He’s interrupted by a human-sized bullet launching itself full pelt into his chest. Death grunts as he’s forced to step backwards from the force of you barreling into him. You throw your arms around the startled horseman’s waist and press your cheek hard into the bottom of his sternum. Death’s eyes widen in shock, his hands hover slightly above your back and he looks down at you, surprised. The horseman blinks once, then twice.

A few of the surrounding humans watched the spectacle with intrigue and a little distaste.

You’re sure you’ll hear all about this tomorrow: ‘The human who embraced death’.

A weak smile pulls at your lips and your hands scrabble desperately for purchase on Death’s taut skin. Tears stream down your face and soak into the purple cowl that hangs from his neck. A choked sob erupts from your throat and the old horseman can only hesitate a moment longer before letting one hand fall onto your back and the other came to rest on the top of your head as you nuzzle him, sighing contentedly.

“I thought you were dead,” you whisper.

Death scoffs a little at that, but it quickly turns into a grim chuckle. “Technically, I am.”

“Not funny,” you grumble, muffled slightly thanks to still being squashed against his cold skin. Still, you can’t help your breathless laugh whilst you pull away from Death slightly, taking notice of how he braces his hands against your back, preventing you from retreat. With a jolt, he remembers himself and allows you to lean backwards until you meet his searing gaze.

Fixing the mighty horseman with a piercing glare of your own, you sniff and swipe at your watery eyes then jab a finger into his chest scoldingly. “Don’t you ever,” you sob, “ever do that to me again.” The horseman tilts his head a touch, baffled at how much his absence seems to have affected you. He remains silent and waits for you to finish. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you this past month?” Now Death is rendered completely bewildered.

“You missed me?” he laughs skeptically.

“Of course I did!” Huffing, you push yourself out of Death’s loose hold and fold your arms tightly over your chest, levelling a glare up at the horseman. “What did you think I was going to do? Forget about everything we went through together and just carry on? You were - are, my friend, Death. How could you think I wouldn’t miss you when you were gone?”

The horseman is deathly quiet, staring down at you with squinted eyes. He takes in a deep breath as though to speak, coughs, swallows and then tries again. “What a foreign thing for these old ears to be privy to…” he breathes, incredulous. You blink up at him, raising an eyebrow at the sudden gentleness in his usually cold tone. Chewing the inside of your lip, you heave a deep sigh and shake your head in amusement.

“You, know...I should be the one who’s surprised, really,” you admit.”

“Oh?”

Nodding, “Yeah. I mean, you honestly thought I wouldn’t care this much that you were gone, but you’re the one who came to find me. So how’s that work?” you ask with a teasing lilt to your voice. You’d caught him out.

The horseman casts his eyes to the side in thought before flicking them back to you. “Call it common courtesy?” he tries with a shrug.

“Common courtesy?” you echo, feeling your smile fall from your lips.

Death steels himself against the wounded look in your eyes. “I don’t like leaving loose ends untied,” he dismisses quickly. “I wanted to know if all my effort at keeping you alive had paid off, in the end.”

“Oh…” You try to keep the hurt from your voice. “Well then,” you force a smile, looking up from your feet, “Thanks for tying up this one. I’m glad you came to see me.” Your voice cracks on the last word so you cough and avoid Death’s gaze.

For his part, the horseman remains as steadfast as he can, refusing to give in to the nagging feeling of guilt that squirms deep in his gut. He loses the battle, however the longer he looks at your glum, tired face. Downcast and suddenly so timid. Roving his eyes up to the sky, Death silently curses himself for letting himself get so attached. At what point did he get so warm-hearted?

You continue to stare sullenly at a point just to the right of Death’s knee.

“I had to find you.”

You blink. He said it so quietly, you scarce were sure you’d heard him at all. Slowly, you lift your head up to meet his shining glower. Vaguely beneath the holes in his mask, you can barely make out that his brow is knitted together in a morose frown.

“What did you say?” you ask in growing amazement.

He draws himself up, but his gaze never leaves yours, unblinking.

“I had to find you,” he repeats, “I needed to - I wanted to know….that you were alive,” the horseman seems to struggle with the emotional openness.

“…Because you’d tried so hard to keep me alive?” you ask, raising a brow.

He’s quiet, his eyelid fall shut and he breathes out a defeated sigh. “….No….” Death murmurs. You feel your heart quicken as he opens his eyes and regards you fondly. He pauses in thought until he whispers to himself, “Saudade…”

“What?” you question, wiping at your eyes. Death smiles down at you and though you can’t see it, you can still feel it.

“Something I heard one of your species mention a long time ago, he told me what it meant in his language and it always stayed with me. Fitting then, that I should remember it now.” He places a large hand on your head and uses a thumb to brush a hair behind your ear. “At the time, I thought him a sentimental fool, that human. But now, I feel it. When I returned, my first thoughts were of you, and what had happened to you. I felt your absence and it nearly drove me mad that I couldn’t find you when I came to the place the Crowfather had sent you. I had to be near you again, I felt saudade,” he finishes. Tears fall afresh down your cheeks as you beam through them up at the horseman, who looks both aghast at his own confession, but also too tired to have held it in any longer.

Without another word, you throw yourself at him again, only this time, Death’s arms close around you the moment yours snake around his waist and you pull yourself tightly against him. He hums contentedly at the feeling of having you pressed into him, alive and well. Ignoring the stares and whispers of the surrounding humans, Death curls himself over you, his forearms cover your back and both of his hands clutch the back of your head.

Grinning like a love-sick fool for having your best friend back, you burrow into his stomach and breathe in the scent that reminds you so much of fallen, autumn leaves. Above you, Death lets his eyes slip closed, something Oran had said finding its way to the forefront of his mind in this brief moment of sentimentality. Death can’t find it in himself to deny the old construct’s astute observation.

‘Death-you are not so cold as you would have us all believe!…’

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #imagine darksiders #death #reader #friendship is the best ship #hope you like #<3

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New rap music includes all the old traditional qualities with contemporary ones. Some might say that the creator of a specific rap song's beat is the true hero to particular rap songs which make it large. However, others might say that the glory ought to be given to the actual singer of the rap tune. Many guys in addition to women have devoted their lives to contributing to the rap genre of music.

Rap can be found nearly anywhere, whether you are looking on store shelves or browsing via the multitudes of sites which are devoted to rap. Music downloads for popular and age-old rap songs are as rampant today as they have been. Downloading songs is a good way to follow your favorite rap on your own personal computer, in your portable mp3 apparatus, or as a CD in your car. Listening to your favourite rap songs can be a fantastic way to feel closer to the creation of African American music innovators.

The popularity of rap has grown considerably since it was first introduced into our amazingly energetic society and will continue to grow over time. Rap may be an ideal addition to any nightclub or party setting as well as being ideal as the ideal songs for a relaxing night. And with the possibilities of the world wide web, listening to your favorite rap is just a click away.

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The 8 Best Hip Hop Songs of All Time

The best rap song ever would have to be from the late 2Pac in his song "Changes". Sure there's explicit language in it, but it's definitely what hip-hop and rap is about. Throughout the deep lyrics into this iconic beat, this song goes beyond anything in the rap game now.

Nowadays people are use to hearing overly explicit songs, but nothing can top 2Pac and his songs. 2Pac's music could be discovered from years to come. "California Love", "Dear Mama", and "Hail Mary" are accurate examples of great hip, but his song "Changes" actually sums everything up a real hip-hop enthusiast want to hear. 2Pac may have left early, but he will never fully leave anyone's heart.

This song is a hit in the moment I learned it and I know the wave would just grab and people will also find that 2Pac was not just a fantastic rapper, but also among the best lyricists ever in any genre. Rap has to be the deepest of genres ever because the rappers have gone through suffering and pain and they voice out their opinions and they showcase all of their abilities in their songs.

The best rap song of all time would need to be in the late 2Pac in his own song "Changes". Sure there's explicit language in it, but it is definitely what fashionable and rap is all about. Through the deep lyrics into the iconic beat, this song goes beyond anything in the rap game today.

Nowadays people are use to hearing too explicit songs, but nothing could top 2Pac along with his songs. 2Pac's music can be heard from many years to come. "California Love", "Dear Mama", and "Hail Mary" are true examples of good hip-hop, but his song "Changes" truly sums up everything a real hip-hop fanatic want to hear. 2Pac might have left early, but he will never completely leave anyone's heart.

This song is a hit in the minute I discovered it and I understand the wave would only grab and folks will also realize that 2Pac wasn't just a fantastic rapper, but also among the greatest lyricists of all time in any genre. Rap has to be the deepest of genres ever since the rappers have gone through suffering and pain and they voice out their opinions and they reveal all of their abilities in their music.

I've discovered that there is a means to explore your wishes to be a rapper. Using a ghost writer to pen a hit song is a sure fire way to guarantee that you'll be respected as an artist. A lot of rap artist use ghost writers to write the songs that they put out and it's common in the music business. If you are interested in finding somebody to help you in the making of the rap song then start looking into ghost authors. Plenty of artist possess the talent of doing, but aren't that great at the art of composing lyrics.

Usually a writer will sell the lyrics to get a set price as a work for hire or will be eager to accept just the publishing rights by keeping up the copyrights of the song. There is also the chance to split the publishing with the ghost author. I can inform you that by using a ghost writer your chances of getting your song released and heard from music industry executives will raise. You May Also collaborate with writers to Cover that Your ideas are implemented from the tune.

If you're a good writer yourself, but you're not that good at writing hooks or a chorus then you can hire a writer to pen you a great hook for your tune. The cost of using writers to write your song will fluctuate, but most of the time you'll have the ability to work out a deal with the writer so don't allow the price discourage you.

The ideal freestyle MC on earth won't ever beat a good songwriter.

After all, if you should name your 10 best emcees, I am certain all of them would have several songs that you know and enjoy. There is a timeless factor to songwriting; everything you've ever written and documented is truly a shot at immortality. You will know that Supernatural is the best freestyle MC from the world, but can you name a single song he's ever composed? One of the greatest freestyle emcees of all time, Juice, went so far as to say that recording is your sole shot at becoming a legend.

Raise Your songwriting ability Using the following three Measures:

1. Concentrate on effective brainstorming. The rhyming dictionary and thesaurus are your own friend. Select a subject, then use a thesaurus to create similar words to use in your own songs. When you created those words, look them up in a rhyming dictionary to discover different words which rhyme with them. Very quickly you'll be able to come up with an whole page full of songwriting material.

2. Change your rhyming patterns often. Rakim is probably the best illustration of this; when your flow pattern changes, it forces the listener to pay additional attention to what you're saying. The more attention they are paying you, the more inclined they are to hear some of your best lines; and that is what it's all about, right?

3. Use as many different song formats as you can. Regardless of how dope you might be at one specific style, you have to keep the listeners attention by composing different styles of songs. Attempt to balance your battle paths with more socially conscious jams. Mix dance songs with storytelling. If all your songs follow a straightforward 16 bar3 verse space format, you'll drop the crowd.

There's never been a better time to become an independent rapper or singer. No longer do you need to spend countless dollars on expensive studio time to record quality sounds. You'd be surprised just how many of your favourite songs were probably recorded from the designers basement, then taken to a professional studio to be mixed and mastered. Since the processing power of this computer has increased so drastically, it is currently feasible to possess the power of a fully functional studio in your house. If you buy the correct equipment, it is possible to record your own music in your home.

The first thing you will need is a computer with a high quantity of RAM and a difficult drive (internal or external) with a great deal of memory. Owning a Mac could be ideal, but a nicely built PC will suffice if you lack the capital. In addition, I recommend getting a TB (terabyte) hard disk, as they're relatively cheap and will likely give you your whole music career. I have a terabyte hard drive that is not even at 60\% yet and I have had it for three decades. Having a lot of memory is important because recording Wav and AIFF files require require loads of memoryfoam. Your system will probably crash if you don't have sufficient available resources. The Great news Relating to this is that memory is very inexpensive nowadays. Expect to spend approximately $80 to $160 to get a good hard disk. You can spend anywhere from $1,000-$5,000 for your whole computer system.

The next thing that is essential is a DAW (Digital Audio Workstation) such as Pro Tools, or Logic. Pro Tools remains the leading competitor in regards to DAW's since your session are compatible in any significant recording studio in the Money Really Counts world. While Logic is a fantastic application, you may encounter problems when traveling from studio to studio with your music. If you don't plan on transferring your music everywhere, Logic Pro may be an perfect choice for you.

Along with the DAW, you'll need to purchase a fantastic quality condenser mic. If you spend anywhere from $100-$500, you should be in good shape. But if your budget can spare, then spend $1,000+. This alone will set you above the majority of rappers that document their vocals in your home. You get what you pay for, and you will definitely notice a difference in the crispness of your own voice.

Once you've your recording setup properly, you are going to need to find some instrumentals to rap to. A great producer isn't hard to obtain these days, it seems like everybody makes beats today. You can search the internet with terms like "buy beats online" or "beats available" and you'll find some very good online producers. Having high quality beats is another important characteristic of recording at home, although not the most important. A great instrumental may mask a less than perfect recording environment and supply you with an expensive audio.

Recording at home appears to be the perfect for up and coming rap musicians. The prices are lower as well as it expands productivity provided that it's possible to record in anytime at no cost. It is not necessary to over spend when it comes to studio equipment, but it is also important never to be cheap. You'll be safe spending approximately $2,500 to your entire setup, and it will last you a lengthy period of time without having to upgrade anything.

The Hip Hop music world is most changing especially the new rap songs creation is determined and with a distinct flair of becoming older genre. Interestingly, the changes and distinctions that are being seen today are not an overnight switch; a few of rappers have really hit the market after quite a battle. The most interesting factor here is that the personally of artist, the operation is as vital to the total package, since there are thousands of wannabes but only few celebrities. Here are some interesting new trends on Rap Music Scene.

Flo Rida feat David Gutta is the rap single which has been the voice of fresh age. The single is "Club Can't Handle Me". The visibility of pride, larger than life gestures can easily be discovered to be different mark of the collaboration.

Love is not consistently become the main theme of Rap songs however Eminem made it one very strong statement "Love The Way You bend". While you can't think it to be any ground breaking single in any respect, the sheer star power of Eminem and Rihanna has made us consider them being the rap icons that this season.

While the factor of attractiveness of the performer might not be directly associated with the sales of their singles, then there are a number of artists that have been there due to their personality and charm. Kanye West has the distinct voice but more importantly The picture that has given rise to the whole industry of man of certain age in Rap. His singles have been creating weaves including the previous one "Runway [Explicit]" for real reasons of being the right mix.

The Nicky Minaj is yet another powerful rap star that has made his position in the rap scene. His Rap is much more conventional and contains got the sadness and touch of bitterness about it. While the majority of the critics say that is thicker side of the work. Right Thru Me [Explicit] is still the most creative voice from the rap scene.

Rap and hip have a rich history in American civilization. Rap music started setting it's roots into society from the late 70's and early 80's. If you look carefully at the history of rap music, then you will observe that it began it's origins and became wildly popular in well known Latino and African American street cultures in and around the New York City area.

Rap began when New York City DJ's started using rhythmic drum beats and percussion riffs to stir up and blend in to popular disco and funk songs which were chiefly played in nightclub settings. During that time, people realized the power these DJ's had at attracting large crowds for their unique and wonderfully rhythmic songs. The rise of the disc jockey closely parallels rap since rap, in the moment, was created via the utilization of DJ gear. New rap songs can incorporate many other kinds of instrumental songs and is now primarily focused on fast paced vocals.

By the 90's, a sub genre of rap music took America by storm and was known as gangsta rap. This type of music was centered on controversial lyrics and explicit content. This music also gave way into the quick paced and rhythmic vocals that new rap music is so well-known for. Break dancing is also a favorite sub culture that's conjoined with rap. Many split dancers perform their stunts to the hypnotic beats of rap. Rap has been compared to the ancient songs of Africa with it's drum beats and wild chants. Although this might be so, rap has evolved greatly since that era.

New rap music contains all of the old conventional qualities with modern ones. Some would say that the creator of a specific rap song's beat is the genuine hero to particular rap songs which make it large. But others would say that the glory ought to be given to the actual singer of the rap song. Many guys in addition to women have committed their lives to contributing to the rap genre of music.

Rap can be found nearly anywhere, whether you are looking on store shelves or browsing via the multitudes of websites which are devoted to rap. Music downloads for popular and age-old rap songs are as rampant today as they have ever been. Downloading songs is a good way to follow your favorite rap on your computer, on your portable mp3 device, or as a CD in your car. Listening to your favorite songs songs can be a wonderful way to feel closer to the generation of African American music innovators.

The popularity of rap has grown considerably since it was introduced to our amazingly energetic society and will continue growing over time. Rap may be an ideal addition to any nightclub or party setting in addition to being perfect as the right songs for a relaxing night. And with the possibilities of the Internet, listening to your favourite rap is just a click away.

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