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Marked and Claimed
Imperium AU AU... enjoy!
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CW: non-consensual trancing, biting, and feeding; also blood
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Ignoring the commotion outside, I stretched my aching wrists and looked at my progress at scrubbing the floor of the Spire’s throne room. How long had I been doing this day in and day out? One year? Two? Ten? No... it couldn’t have been that long.
Could it?
I shook my head and went back to scrubbing.
Quinn’s fangs gleaming in the darkness. David’s sharp teeth tearing into him while I took care of the pair of cronies.
Quinn breaking away from David. His fangs sinking into my throat.
Darkness...
Then the Spire. Queen-Imperial Sofia’s cruel look when I regained consciousness to the Healer sealing my wounds up.
I tried not to blame David. It wasn’t his fault. Quinn torturing my friend wasn’t David’s fault. But sometimes... sometimes I couldn’t help but blame him. If he hadn’t had eyes for Queen Sofia’s son’s unempowered partner, maybe Quinn wouldn’t have tortured my friend. Maybe David wouldn’t have died. Maybe it would have been me instead. Maybe he’d be the one kneeling on the cold, hard floor with a large sponge and his magic muted. It was hard to mute a shifter or vampire’s magic, but possible.
I shifted my weight to make my knees ache less and sighed.
A tone dinged over the comms system, indicating an announcement. I curled in on myself, waiting for Damien’s sharp voice to order the Enforcers around again. Maybe... no. It was too much to hope that he’d order the servants to release their hold on my magic and let me fight. He knew I’d turn on him the moment I had my wolf back.
“Hello, Imperium,” a low, gravelly voice said. “Not a fittin’ name for long, but... it’ll do for now.” The accent was distinctly Southern. “My name’s Sam. I’m speakin’ to you from the royal quarters of the Imperium Spire.” My jaw dropped. Someone had breached all that security to get to Damien? Or was this Sam lying to freak out the fighters outside? “And your ex-king is currently lickin’ the dirt from between my boot treads.”
“What the hell?” I whispered, looking up at the speakers, as if I could see this Southern Sam through them. The servants who had been supervising me all did the same, as surprised as I was.
“And those of you who still have a view screen intact, feel free to watch,” he continued.
He kept going on, and I realized he was a Mass-Maker vampire. He declared himself King Samuel Collins of Dahlia, inviting other Mass-Makers to vy for territory outside the capital.
The servants who had been supervising me all rushed out of the throne room. None of them even ordering me to follow them back to my cell in the basement.
After a moment, I felt my magic flood back into my body. They were out of range.
I didn’t immediately move to get up and run away. I would have liked to, but my knees were so stiff from kneeling on the cold floor that they wouldn’t obey me without warming them up and stretching them out.
Still, I finished scrubbing my spot on the floor out of sheer, stubborn pride before hurling the stupid sponge back into the bucket of dirty, soapy water at full force. Once the bucket stopped wobbling from how hard the sponge struck it, I started stretching. Slowly, to not aggravate my poor, stiff joints.
Once the ache had eased, I pushed myself to my feet. “Okay,” I muttered. “Just like riding a bike.”
I bent forward. Arms out and ready to land on all-fours once my hands were clawed paws, and reached for my magic for the first time in... who knew how long, now. My Threads shuddered. They were stiff too from being completely unused for so long.
“C’mon, Tanker,” I growled. “Come on!”
I tried to shift again. My Threads crackled like old, dried out rubber bands.
“C’mon. You can do this. You can get outta here. Maybe Ash and Milo are still alive—” I ground my teeth. “I have to get home.”
I yanked on my Threads again, burning my Core hot.
“C’mon. C’mon, c’mooon—”
Zip!
A hand closed around my throat and I was slammed into the wall. “An’ just what do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?” That same Southern voice. Full of condescension. I gagged, scrabbling with broken nails at skin too tough for me to pierce, weakened as I was. “That piece-a jewelry around your ankle marks you as one of the criminal slaves. You try to shift, and you might damn near crush your ankle bones.”
His hand around my throat disappeared. I sagged to all fours and gasped for air.
With a clang, the ankle tracker’s pressure disappeared.
“Wh... why?” I choked out, looking up at him. “Why let me go?”
He scoffed. “I’m not. You’re a shifter. I recognize the aura—and that tattoo on your arm. Shaw Pack’s symbol, right?”
I looked at the moon—full, with a crescent carved out of one side. Tattooed to my deltoid when my wolf manifested. Claimed by the Shaw Pack. Gabe had been a good man in a bad world, trying to keep his wolves safe as best he could. But he’d had my arm tattooed with his claim before I could say “no” or “wait”. A blessing disguised as a curse at the time, I supposed.
“Yeah,” I replied.
The vampire’s silver gaze bored into me. “Hmm. Shaw Pack’s—mostly—still alive,” he said.
“If you’re not letting me go,” I ground out around gulping for air, “why remove the tracker?”
“I’m Sam,” he said.
“I heard,” I retorted.
“What do they call you?”
“Tank,” I replied.
He raised a brow. “What kinda person names their child ‘Tank’?”
“I never said that was my name,” I retorted, pushing to my feet finally. “You asked what they call me. And they call me Tank.”
Sam looked amused. “Hmm. And why’s that?”
I looked at my ragged tank top and half-shredded jeans. All the exposed scars on bare skin. “Take a guess.”
His eyes roved me. Slowly.
I stayed standing where I was. I knew better than to try and outrun a vampire, and I couldn’t fight a Mass-Maker with an army at his disposal that he could invoke to overwhelm me. But tension coiled in my muscles, ready to lunge if I had to. In whatever direction.
A smile spread up his face as his fangs extended, pressing into his lower lip. “Oh, you’ll do nicely,” he said.
I couldn’t take a step back since I was already up against a wall, but I pressed my back to it out of instinct. “For... for what?” I asked, eyeing his fangs. Quinn’s face flashed through my mind’s eye, replacing Sam’s in front of me for an instant. I swallowed thickly, pressing one hand into the wall behind me like I could melt into it. I knew how to phase through clothing when shifting, but not solid stone.
Sam folded his arms, regarding me. He stopped taking in my scars and sized up the rest of me. “Well, every king needs a trusted general, right?”
“You don’t know me. ‘Trusted’ is beyond a stretch.”
“Maybe. But I’m sure I can trust you to do as I say if I also warn you that steppin’ outta line will bring nothin’ but pain.”
I looked at my scars again. “Pain’s an old friend,” I said softly.
“Not to you, darlin’. No.” Sam shook his head. “To that pack-a yours.”
My blood ran cold.
Sam’s smile widened. “Ah. Struck a nerve, did I?”
“Why me? Why not one of your progeny who can’t lie to you and you can ensure will follow your orders?”
Sam made a face. “Where’s the fun in that, darlin’? You’re tough, given those scars. I imagine you’re capable.” He leaned closer to me. I smelled blood on his breath. “And sometimes,” he whispered, “it’s more fun to make someone dance just because I can, rather than because I’m forcin’ ‘em to with magic.”
“Piss off,” I muttered, no real fight behind the words.
“Careful, darlin’,” Sam warned, pinching my chin and forcing me to face him. “Your friends’ lives may hang in the balance if you push me.”
I snarled. “Don’t. Touch. My. Pack.”
He let me go forcefully, knocking my head into the stone wall. “Well now. That all depends on you, doesn’t it?”
I bared my teeth. Sam did the same.
“Let’s put it this way,” he growled out, “serve under me as my general as a shifter, or serve under me as my general as a vampire.”
My stomach dropped straight through the floor.
He pinched my chin again. “That said... you would make a gorgeous thrall,” he mused. “Pretty little thing like you? All musclebound but sittin’ in my lap on that throne, barely wearin’ a thing...” He glanced over his shoulder at the throne and tsked. “Ain’t gonna deny that’s quite the temptation.”
I ripped my chin out of his grip with a jerk of my head. “Fine,” I spat. “I’ll be your general. As a shifter.”
He smiled that fanged smile again. “Knew you’d see things my way, darlin’.”
I clenched my jaw.
“But first, to Mark you as mine,” he said.
I couldn’t dodge out of the way fast enough. He grabbed me by the shoulders, sinking his fangs into my neck. My shocked scream couldn’t make it past those teeth.
I knew the pulling sensation of him drinking my blood too well.
Quinn’s laughter ringing sinisterly in my ear. David’s bark as he tried to rip the leech’s throat out—
Then Sam’s fangs were gone and he let me go.
I stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, covering where he bit me with one hand. I didn’t feel any blood on my fingers. He’d healed me as he extracted his fangs.
He licked my blood off his fangs and lips, smiling smugly. “Damn, darlin’,” he said. “Are all shifters that tasty or is it just you?”
I didn’t answer.
“A’right. Next order-a business.” His silver eyes flared red. “Hold still.” The trance swept over me. I couldn’t move. I tried, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate. “Markin’ you lets other Mass-Makers and vamps know you’re mine... but non-vamps won’t. Yet.”
He trailed the nail of his pointer finger over the tattoo on my arm, leaning his face close to it.
“Mm... what’s one more scar?” he mused quietly.
“Don’t rip off my tattoo,” I choked out.
“Rip off?” he quoted incredulously. “Darlin’, what sorta monster do you think I am?”
I didn’t have a safe answer to that, so I didn’t say anything.
He exhaled out his nose in what was almost a chuckle. “I’m not gonna rip off your tattoo. But... this is gonna hurt. In order to leave a scar, it has to.”
Before I could protest, he sunk his fangs into my deltoid. I almost screamed, but swallowed it down.
He ripped his fangs out of my deltoid, letting blood rush down my arm from the punctures. He’d put one fang at the top and bottom of the line art of my moon. The rest of the tattoo was left perfectly alone and intact.
He licked my blood off his fangs and lips again. “Never gonna get over that taste. But we can talk about that later.” He winked at me—
And the trance broke.
I slouched a bit, covering the wounds he’d left on my arm with one hand to staunch the blood. I glared at him but didn’t say anything. Another claim laid on me before I could say “no��� or “wait.”
I doubted this one would be a blessing disguised as a curse later, though.
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I stood behind where Sam was seated on the throne to the right. He hadn’t stopped, in the last few weeks, making comments about me sitting on his lap with barely any clothes on while on the throne, but I’d been ignoring them.
In some ways, he wasn’t as bad as I thought he’d be.
In others, he was worse.
The door to the throne room opened.
A vampire pushed in a familiar figure.
“Asher!” I exclaimed, surprise making me unable to stop myself.
My friend’s amber eyes widened. “Tank!”
He rushed at me.
In an instant, Sam was blocking his path. “That’s close enough,” he snarled. He shot a glance at me over his shoulder. “You weren’t kiddin’ about the nickname, darlin’.”
I shrugged but didn’t reply.
“Tank—what—how the hell are you still alive?” Asher demanded, leaning around Sam to see me. “I buried you.”
“I don’t remember. Everything went black and I woke up in the Spire to Healers putting me back together.”
“And you’ve been here ever since?” Asher’s eyes were watery.
I pointed to the scarring around my ankle from the tracker’s rubbing burns and nodded. “Two years.”
“Oh my God...” Asher whispered.
“That’s enough,” Sam put in forcefully. “I didn’t summon you here, Alpha, for you to play catch-up with my general.”
“Alpha?” I demanded.
“General?” Asher repeated in the same tone as mine.
Sam leveled a sharp, metallic glare at me. I straightened my spine and stood at reluctant attention. Asher watched my movements and a muscle flickered in his jaw.
Sam sat back on his throne. “Now. We have business to discuss about your pack remainin’ in Dahlia,” he remarked. His eyes met mine and a trance hit me again. “C’mere, darlin’.”
My muscles obeyed even though my brain rebelled.
I circled the throne and sat in his lap. Asher bared his teeth, but didn’t move closer.
“There we go,” Sam remarked, putting an arm nonchalantly around my waist and relaxing against the back of the throne. “Now. Let’s chat, shall we?”
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The Waynes - 1 - I Know Nothing Changes in This World
(Bruce Wayne x OC)
SUMMARY
A lead lands Bruce Wayne in a familiar setting, a fundraising event for one of Gotham's numerous charities. When it seems it was all for nothing, he catches the eye of Gotham's rising star, Aurora Meyer.
He's not looking for love, still recovering from Selina leaving him at the altar. She's looking for a way out of an uncomfortable situation. Always the hero, Bruce saves her from the event. When it becomes clear the danger is far greater than she originally let on, they come up with a solution. Pretend to be in love.
What could possibly go wrong?
(MASTERLIST & GENERAL WARNINGS)
NEXT
Bruce runs a hand through his hair, letting a finger fall behind his ear, turning off his comms. He politely dismisses himself from the group of women encircling him. It was expected. His first public appearance after the disastrous end to his previous relationship was bound to draw them in, like sharks to blood. He wasn’t here for them. This was a matter of business.
The lead was a dead end. Oswald Cobblepot is nowhere to be found, none of his lackeys or his second in command present at this fundraising event. In fact, the only white-collar criminals here tonight are the Falcones. It is the newest member of their family, a girl whispered to be Sofia’s protégé, who catches his eye.
Aurora Meyer stands next to Sofia Falcone, looking like a dream. Her hairstyle comes straight out of the 1980s, a honey-blonde ball of undefined curls blown away from her face. Her piercing blue eyes, the color of the sky just after the first snow, stare directly into his own. Her eye makeup is simple: a well-defined wing sharp enough to cut. The bold red lip paired with the faintest pink blush, her natural porcelain skin not providing any life in her face. She raises her eyebrow at him and struts over.
The dress she wears is out of fashion, old school compared to the tight bodycon dresses the majority of Sofia’s guests are wearing. Sofia herself is dressed in something a little more on trend, altered to exaggerate her figure. Aurora’s dress is floor length with a slit going up the side, ending in the middle of her thigh. The dress itself is a light blush color, but it is almost impossible to see under the black lace and embroidery, an intricate floral pattern tightly woven together by design. The sleeves are sheer but heavily embroidered, ending just at her knuckles, a little bow keeping them in place at the wrists. The neckline is by far the most conservative of the night, her cleavage hidden under black roses, leaves, and beads. From far away, it almost looks like the wings of little bats. A black bow is tied at the waist, practically begging for someone to come along and untie it.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Bruce. Sofia has told me so much about you.” She holds out her hand, and Bruce takes it, making a quick note of her fingernails. Unlike the rest of her, which is so well put together, her nails are unpainted and chewed, a non-existent free edge accompanying blood-stained cuticles. Her fingertips are uncalloused, pristine. He kisses the top of her exposed knuckles and feels the skin tense.
She’s just another shark drawn to blood.
“Sofia never mentioned how beautiful you were. If she had, we might have met sooner,” Bruce states, letting go of her hand. He’d been meaning to get more information on the woman, the songbird that took Gotham’s underworld by storm. He’s heard all sorts of rumors about her. The most interesting, yet least likely theory, is that she’s a distant relative of Black Canary. Aurora is known for her no-bullshit attitude, for standing up to the most unsavory of the Rogues gallery, and for helping the ones she deemed worthy. He’d ask Dinah to dispel the theory, but the woman standing in front of him is nothing like her.
Aurora’s confidence dissolves the second he touches her, almost reflexively shaking out the hand he’d kissed. Her face flushes a bright red as she visibly folds into herself, upper back arching and hands going to the base of her neck. Her shy smile is almost hidden by her head, pointed so low it might as well be on the floor. He gives her a wide, toothless grin, trying to signal she can relax, and she slowly unfurls.
A waiter saves him, offering them drinks. Bruce grabs a glass of red wine enthusiastically, only to see Aurora take a glass of water. She sips at it nervously, holding it close to her face, her red lipstick leaving a perfect imprint on the glass.
“I hear a record deal might be in the works,” Bruce states, intrigued by the shift in her behavior. Aurora is easy to read, incredibly so, her true anxious energy and melancholy demeanor shining through her barely worn mask. Like a bird about to take flight, too scared to take that last leap forward.
“Sofia’s connected me with the people who signed Foxglove. She thinks I could be bigger, but I’m not so sure. My songs aren’t… they’re very Gotham. I’m not sure people outside the city would enjoy my music.” She explains, swirling the water around the glass with a flick of her wrist. Sofia has taught her well, but the action doesn’t seem natural. Her left hand is balled in her dress, fingers absentmindedly rubbing the fabric between them, an unconscious attempt at self-soothing.
Bruce recalls the first song he heard her sing. She was decidedly less clothed then, and significantly more confident than she seems now. It was mesmerizing. Her performance was dedicated to Scarecrow, who sat in the front row that night, taking in her enthralling and disturbed performance. She wasn’t scared of him. The song felt like a provocation, like a threat, I know what fear is and I am not afraid. Crane came in without a fight after that. He never got the chance to thank her for it/
“There’s a market for everything. I’m sure the world will have no trouble appreciating your music.” He replies, pretending to sip at his red wine. “I like what I’ve heard so far.” He adds.
“You’ve listened to my EP?” She asks, her head tilted and her brow furrowed, almost like she hadn’t expected him to. The question is laughable because everyone in Gotham has heard that EP. It’s inescapable.
“One of my sons shared it with me.” He responds.
Aurora silently gags, raising the glass to her lips, trying to hide her reaction. Immediately, she shifts her weight to her right side and her spine straightens. Her pupils are blown so wide he’s mildly concerned she might have been drugged. She forcibly closes her eyes and blinks slowly when she reopens them, forcing herself back into whatever box Sofia has built for her. Her pupils begin to return to normal as she stares at the water in the glass.
The night her EP dropped, Jason stormed into the cave, a whirlwind of anger about to become a tornado. He’d thrown a physical copy directly into Bruce’s lap, pointed at it, and yelled, “How the FUCK does a civilian know what happened to me?” Bruce examined the EP, his gaze landing on the song causing his son distress. The End of Robin is a little less than three minutes long, a heavy rock number in the middle of the EP, a huge departure from its folk and indie influences. It describes Jason’s death from the Joker’s perspective, of how he beat him to death with a crowbar and left him to die in an explosion, with phrases like ‘cause I hit what I aim for repeating throughout.
There’s a section, toward the end of the song, that switches to Batman’s perspective, asking over and over again, What have you done? It’s haunted Bruce ever since he heard it, and made him even more curious about the woman who wrote it.
Aurora opens her mouth and takes a deep breath, the air pulls in so suddenly it makes a small whistling noise. “Did you like it?” She asks, holding it while she waits for his response.
Bruce stares into his wine, pondering the EP. Sunday Morning was ethereal and lovely, ignoring the lyrics about being beaten badly by an abusive boyfriend. Crush has a more traditional feeling, describing a deadbeat man that she can’t get out of her head. The End of Robin, well. Bruce still doesn’t know how he feels about it, no matter how many times he listens to it. Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls is simultaneously the most explicitly political song and the most relaxing. Inbred closes out the EP a song about incest and abuse that ends with Aurora belting that they were wrong. He enjoys it, minus the song about Jason.
“It was very dark. But very beautiful. A lot like Gotham.” He states. It’s startling, almost, how much the EP reminds him of the city. Especially since Aurora’s accent indicates she’s not a native. The little research he’s had time to do into her suggests she came to the city a little more than a year and a half ago.
A smile lights up her entire face, able to breathe again. She almost laughs with relief, her posture returning to normal, her shoulders relaxing, and her fingers unclenching. “What’s your favorite song?” She asks.
“Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls,” He replies, easily. It is the most lighthearted song, the one with the most vivid imagery and the most hopeful outcome.
“That’s a good choice, but my favorite will always be Inbred.” She responds immediately, as if she hadn’t written the entire album, “There’s something about recognizing what’s happening is wrong, and even if you’re powerless to stop it, being able to scream about it.” She finishes the last of her water. A waiter comes by and takes it, and Bruce hands him his untouched wine.
The music begins to swell.
“Care to dance?” He asks, holding out his hand, hoping the conversation has relaxed her enough that she will accept.
She scrunches her nose, and her face flushes red again, but she takes his hand. Aurora is a passable dancer, avoiding stepping on his toes and dancing in rhythm with the music, but her back feels rigid beneath his fingertips.
“I’ve been watching you, you know.” Aurora murmurs, her eyes avoiding his face as if her life depended on it.
“Have you?” He replies, an eyebrow raised.
“You don’t act the same around other people. It’s like….” She trails off, her lips pursing and her forehead crinkling as she thinks, “It’s like you’re pretending to be someone else.” She whispers, regaining her confidence. Bruce twirls her and brings her in, his arms encircling her body.
Bruce wants to keep her there, to ask how she can tell, but the song calls for her to be twirled out of his grasp. He abides by the rules of the dance floor and watches as she searches his face for a reaction. When they come close again, their hands touching and nothing else, he asks, “Is that so?”
She opens her mouth slightly, her top teeth resting on top of her tongue, not quite biting down, “You’re a smart man, Bruce. That was clear from the moment we met. So why am I the only one who sees it?” She asks. He dips her, their foreheads touching gently as he does, staring deeply into her eyes.
“How’d you know?” He whispers.
She averts her eyes as she replies, “You’ve been studying me like I’m some sort of puzzle. But I’m just a woman, Bruce. A woman who’d like you to take her home.” She looks into his eyes then, adoration and longing plain as day, but gone the moment she blinks. It’s replaced by something that looks like regret but tastes like shame.
Bruce pulls her out of the dip but keeps her close. “Let’s finish this back at my place.” He murmurs in her ear, his left arm snaking around her. She laughs a little too hard at this, throwing her head back, even as goosebumps form on her exposed neck. Whatever game she’s playing at, she’s playing it well. “Let me tell my employer I’ll be leaving for the evening.” She states, tapping the arm around her waist lightly. Bruce relents, watching the way her hips move as she walks away, trying to shift back into his Brucie persona.
Sofia Falcone looks over Aurora’s shoulder and spots him. She’s wearing the world’s smugest grin on her face, nodding knowingly towards Aurora. She taps the younger woman’s shoulder lightly in encouragement. The two exchange kisses on the cheek, and after two minutes, Aurora is back in his grasp. She’s wearing a black feathery coat and has a black clutch in her hand, big enough to hold a phone and a wallet and not much else. Her left-hand reaches for his right, “Let’s get out of here.” She says, and her smile is so beautiful even as her hand shakes in his grasp.
The cameras are everywhere as soon as they step outside, blinding lights in every direction. She seems completely unphased by them, following his lead of trying to flee as fast as possible. Bruce doesn’t let the paparazzi ruin his chivalry, holding the door open for her. She flashes a weak smile at him as she settles in. He closes the door behind her with an adequate amount of force. Silence settles between them until the flashing lights are far in the rearview mirror.
“I don’t know how you do it. I feel like I was suffocating in there.” She comments, resting her head against her hand, looking out the window at the bright city lights.
“It gets easier,” He replies, eyes strictly on the road. “I can give you pointers, if you like.”
She laughs, a pathetic sort of noise that sounds like a dying bird. “I’m sure you could.” She states, almost resigned. There’s a moment of silence, filled with a new kind of tension, the kind that radiates off of everyone who interacts with him when he’s in the suit.
“Listen, Bruce…” And she’s laughing again, her nerves getting the better of her. “I needed to get out of there. I’m sure I could have communicated that better, and I’m really sorry I led you on.” There’s a beat before she adds, “Not that I’m entirely uninterested. I’m just not really in a place for…” She sighs, “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
Bruce flicks on the right turn signal, slowing down before the turn. When he glances in the right mirror, he catches a glimpse of her. She has a finger in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully on the non-existent nail. Despite her crippling self-doubt, he’s able to read between the lines. Her plea during their dance had been clear, that she needed to leave now and that he was her way out.
“Do you want me to drive you home?” He asks. They’re almost at the border of the city, the road leading to Wayne Manor only a few miles from their current location. It would be easier to continue on his current course, but not if it meant making Aurora uncomfortable.
“Can’t.” She sniffs, “I live with Sofia. I thought it was smart, but…” She trails off, and he can practically feel her overthinking. “God, I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hears her sink further down into her seat, her dress rustling as she slides back.
“You realized you were in a bad situation and you asked for help. That sounds pretty smart to me.” Bruce responds.
She scoffs, “Yeah. Only took me a year and a half to realize how fucked I was. And the funniest part is, I could have avoided the whole thing but I was just so scared.”
The city is fading into his rearview mirror as he begins to pick apart the sentence in his mind, deconstructing it and reconstructing it in numerous ways to try and gleam more than what her words let on. From the framing, it doesn’t sound like she’s in physical harm – maybe it took her that long to figure out that the Falcone family are dirty. But how fucked implies a tacit acknowledgment of an already fucked situation, as though she knew of the family’s criminal history and went to them anyway. And, until now, she didn’t realize the extent of their corruption and debauchery. Her following sentence lends credence to this, asserting that she didn’t have to tie herself up in their schemes, but that her fear got in the way. She was scared, terrified, and that left the pressing question – Scared of what?
“I just wish things were easier.” She murmurs. He sees the light of a phone screen out of the corner of his eye, so brief he doubts she even registered the time. When the sound of a violin begins to flood his car, it’s clear why she unlocked her phone.
The music provides a reason to remain silent, allows him to wander the labyrinth of his brain, and overanalyze each of her sentences, all of her small quirks. Studying me like I’m some sort of puzzle, her voice echoes in his mind. She saw clinical examination in his extended glances and longing stares, not infatuation. He’d toned down his Brucie persona to fit in with her demure demeanor, enough that she saw right through it. The phrase that followed, I’m just a woman, could be easily dismissed as internalized sexism, deflection. It was the exact opposite, a direct assertion that she knew she was being studied precisely because of who she associated with, because of her mediocre rise, because he could tell there was something more under the pile of blonder curls. It was a clear message: I am normal. But that was only half the message The other part of it, the part that makes it hard to keep his eyes on the road instead of studying her body language, is troubling. I am normal and you are not.
Bruce pulls into the driveway of the manor, parking his car close to the front entrance. He turns to check on his passenger and finds her back instead of her face, body curled into a ball. It moves as she breathes, deep inhalation followed by a drawn-out exhale. The music comes to an abrupt halt after he turns off the car. She rolls over, eyes bleary and looking up at him with equal parts suspicion and curiosity.
“Have a nice nap?” He asks, a warm smile on his lips.
She rolls her eyes, but can’t hide the way the corners of her mouth move upwards and her cheeks darken. She blinks a few times, still drowsy. A few moments later, Bruce realizes he’s been staring at her this entire time, and pulling his gaze away from her. He uses the opportunity to exit the vehicle.
By the time he makes it to the other side, her door is already open, and she has one foot on the pavement. She pulls herself using the woe handle, not bothering to ask for his help. No, clearly asserting that she does not want his help, not in this. She shuts the door with her hip while he looks on.
When he holds out his arm, she hesitates, her jaw visibly clenching and her shoulders stiffening. Then it’s gone, almost like it never existed, and she’s looped her right arm under his left. She doesn’t lean into it, but she’s not actively holding herself away from him, either.
“Welcome to my home,” He states, crossing the threshold from the outside world into the manor.
The sigh that falls from Aurora’s lips sounds like a prayer. He feels her entire body relax. Her shoulders have shifted, no longer tight and scrunched up toward her ears. Her head is angled upward, taking in the foyer like it’s her first time seeing a place so grand. Her expression is of pure joy, of wonder – of relief. Soft eyes land on him, still pointed upward given their height difference. Aurora looks at him like she’s just seen snow for the first time. Everything about her is lighter now that she’s standing here, in the brightly lit halls of his childhood home. Now that she’s looking at him.
“It’s beautiful,” She whispers, removing her arm from where it rested in is. She takes a step forward and twirls, her skirt rising enough to expose her black ballet flats. When she glances back at him, her smile wavers slightly, as if she expects his disapproval. He gives her a reassuring smile and takes a step forward.
“May I take your coat?” Bruce asks. He keeps his hands by his side, clearly visible, as he awaits her response. Her reactions have been hot and cold all night, sometimes willing to tolerate his touch and other times vehemently despising it. It suggests a history of trauma, perhaps the kind her songs touch on.
“Of course,” She replies, shrugging the coat off of her shoulders. Aurora hands it to him by dangling it from three fingers. He takes it without touching her, choosing to grab the plush material over her hand.
When he looks over his shoulder as he puts the coat in the coat room, he sees Aurora standing in the center of the foyer, taking in the stone carvings on the ceiling, neck and arms moving in sharp, fluid motions. Her mouth is open slightly, awe so intense she’s unable to keep it closed. She spins on her heels, allowing more of herself to take in the building. As he returns to the foyer proper, Aurora catches his fixed look and gives him the warmest, most genuine smile he’s ever seen. “This is better than I could have ever imagined,” She says.
“Than you imagined?” He questions, taking a step closer to her, an eyebrow raised.
She chuckles, unable to suppress it or the smile on her face, glancing at the floor before looking at him, “You’re a fantasy, Bruce, for girls like me. The closest thing Gotham has to Prince. Of course, I imagined it.” She states, her head tilting to the side. Aurora’s teasing is light and flirtatious but lacks a distinct sexual charge. She makes no effort to get closer to him, intent on watching him at the distance they are now.
He wants to ask about that line of thought, inquire further about what she meant by girls like her, but Alfred strides into the room, cutting him off.
“I apologize for my delay, Miss. Master Wayne did not inform me we had a guest.” The side eye his butler gives him could kill. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He holds out his gloved hand, bowing his head.
Bruce had informed Alfred that a guest would be joining them tonight. There was a protocol for these sorts of stunts, Bruce pulling them numerous times over the years. Alfred was well aware of what was to come the second Bruce entered his car. The glare, the arriving late, the exact phrase – all intentional, all calculated.
“The pleasure is all mine. I’m Aurora Meyer. I apologize for any trouble I’ve caused,” She replies, shaking it with both hands. The pitch of her voice shifts slightly, up a note or two in the octave it presides, but it seems unintentional. It makes her sound sweeter, kinder, even less threatening. She slides her hands off of his, but they do not return to her side. Instead, they rest in front of her stomach, taking turns picking at the thumbnail on either hand.
“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Alfred replies, shooting an annoyed glance at Bruce.
Aurora chuckles, bringing her left hand to her face as if trying to hide her smile.
“Is there anything I could assist you with? I have the kettle on if you’d like some tea.”
“I’d love tea, thank you. Do you have Earl Grey?” She states, inching closer to Bruce. Her left hand brushes against his right, and he takes it. Her hands are warm, almost clammy, and shake slightly in his grasp. He decides he’ll follow her lead, wherever it takes them if it gives him more clues to her true intent.
“Of course. We’re a respectable household, after all.” Alfred gestures for them to follow him, and they begin the walk to the kitchen.
“Sofia said he’s been with your family for a very long time,” Aurora murmurs, leaning her head against his shoulder. “He seems wonderful.”
“He is,” Bruce replies.
When they reach the kitchen, Bruce pulls out a chair for her before taking his own, which she immediately moves to be closer to him.
“I confess, your accent sounds quite familiar, but I can’t place it,” Alfred states, adding the bags of Earl Grey tea to the teapot.
“Philly,” She begins, “I’m surprised you picked up on it. Most people don’t recognize I have one until I ask for a glass of water,” Aurora states. Bruce raises an eyebrow at the familiar pronunciation of water, long associated with the city. The ah sound found in most accents is replaced with an o sound, almost like she’s saying wood. The Gotham accent is similar, keeping the ah sound while transforming the ter into der. “Have you ever been?”
“A few times. Not as often as I would have liked.” Alfred responds with a noncommittal and vague answer.
Bruce nods in agreement, usually only entering the city for business and the occasional field trip with one of his kids. “What’s its nickname? The City of Brotherly Love?” He asks, knowing the answer.
Aurora rolls her eyes and bites down on her lip hard to suppress a smile, “Yes. But we interpret brotherly very literally.” This comment solidifies in his mind that she is not an only child, her amused expression and longing gaze reminiscent of a childhood spent with at least one rambunctious brother. “It’s fine, really. No worse or better than any other city.”
Except Philly is much better than Gotham, if only because it lacks any sort of rogues trying to destroy it. All of Philly’s statistics are better, despite its slightly larger size: Its crime, poverty, and homelessness rates are all lower, and its graduation and literacy rates are higher. His best efforts fail in comparison, and even though Wayne Industries offers some of the best benefits and wages on the market, it’s often not enough to draw people in.
“Would you like sugar or milk in your tea?” Alfred asks, placing an empty cup and saucer in front of her.
“Both please.” She answers.
He nods, pouring the tea into the cup. He adds a spoonful of sugar and a dash of milk, handing Aurora a spoon to stir. She does, making sure all of the ingredients are combined before she takes her first sip.
Bruce waits until she’s finished swallowing and sets the teacup down on the saucer to begin his line of questioning, “Why did you come to Gotham?”
She huffs, frowning, not at the question but at herself, “I’ve been asking myself the same question.” She mutters, staring deeply into her tea, biting her lip. Aurora closes her eyes, and when she reopens them a pained smile on her face, “Things weren’t… I couldn’t stay in Philly. Gotham was the closest city of a similar size, somewhere that could launch my music career.”
A simple question, and already he’s pushed her too far. Bruce stirs his tea, letting his butler take charge of the conversation.
“And I’ve heard you’ve done just that. I must say, I quite enjoyed your EP. You have a wonderful voice.” Alfred says, placing the pieces of cake in front of them. He flicks his eyes to Bruce, a brief illumination of his concern regarding her prior comment, before refocusing on the woman in front of him.
Aurora flushes red and tucks a piece of hair behind her face. She licks her lips nervously, and her upper body caves inward, making her appear smaller, “Thank you. I really appreciate that.” She picks up her fork, taking a small bite of the chocolate cake, body slowly unfurling as she allows herself to enjoy it.
“Is there apple cider vinegar in this?” She asks, chewing thoughtfully.
“There is,” Alfred confirms, both eyebrows raised and an amused smile on his face. He crosses his arms and tilts his head. “How did you know?”
Aurora shrugs, sinking her fork into the cake, “That’s how my mom made it. I’ve tried to recreate it for years with no success, despite having the recipe. Sofia’s personal chef attempted to make it for my birthday-“ She twirls the forkful on the plate, studying it. “It was wonderful, but it wasn’t my mom’s cake. This,” She gestures, raising the fork before sliding it into her mouth, “is the closest anyone’s ever come to recreating it. And you weren’t even trying.”
Her mother is dead. Sofia attempted to woo her through grand and personal gestures, but it didn’t work. Alfred is an excellent baker. The bits and pieces of information are forming a picture in his mind and it’s starting to look like a mirror.
“I’d be happy to look over your family recipe, if you’d like. Sometimes an old recipe needs a pair of fresh eyes.” Alfred states.
“I’d really appreciate that.” She says, her fingers reaching out looking for Bruce, as if seeking reassurance. He rests his hand on top of hers and she gives him a weak smile. “She um..” She scoffs, amused at whatever she’s thinking about, “She taught me how to play piano. If it wasn’t for her… I never would have landed the job with the Falcones in the first place.”
The memory of Tim showing him the job listing for an “in-home jazz pianist” hits him like a freight train. He’s exasperated, his voice almost cracking, “That’s gotta be a front, right? Who hires an in-home jazz pianist?” That was almost a year ago.
“My mom played, too. She tried to teach me, but I could never sit still long enough to learn.” Bruce responds. “I still have her baby grand piano, if you’d like to play it. I’m not sure it’s in tune.”
“It is,” Alfred replies, taking the empty plates away.
“Another time, maybe. It’s a bit late for that sort of thing.” She bats her lashes, a seductive look in her glassy eyes. As they stand, Aurora practically throws herself into his side, one arm wrapped around his waist. She looks up at him and licks her lips, a small smirk sliding into place. Bruce plays his hand in the small of her back and she stiffens. He goes to remove it, but she shakes her head slightly, studying him with hard eyes.
He takes the cue and says good night to his beloved butler, who promises to bring them water before the night is over. Aurora lightly strokes his side as they walk towards his bedroom, almost her full weight leaning into his side. It’s not until they are inside the room that she pulls herself away from him, both arms going to her shoulders, rubbing them as if they’re cold. She paces the room, taking stock of the several doors, identifying the closet and bathroom before she comes anywhere close to him.
“I’m sorry. I must seem so…” She shakes her head, unable to finish the sentence. She runs a hand through her blonde hair.
“Stressed?” He suggests.
“Yeah,” She mutters, shaking out her hands again. She beats her fingers together rhythmically, staring blankly ahead. Completely disassociating.
“Alfred can prepare a room if-“ He begins.
“I appreciate that, I really do, but if I’m going to make this look real, I have to sleep in this room.” Aurora murmurs, snapping out of her trance. Her jaw is tight and her voice sounds unsteady. She’s looking up at him through the tops of her eyes, her head unmoving. She looks at her feet before returning her gaze back to his face, this time angling her head to look directly into his eyes, “Do you have something I could wear to bed?”
He doesn’t have to pretend in front of Alfred, but she does. She doesn’t know the man personally, and with the supposedly glowing review from Sofia, how is she supposed to trust him? What if he leaked something to the press? What if he said the wrong thing to the Falcones?
“I should have something.” He responds, knowing full well that there is way too much lingerie in the back of his closet. It’s been months, but he can’t bring himself to get rid of it. Bruce leads the way, turning the light on with one finger. It’s a large room, and Selina’s collection lines the back of it, almost entirely black. He stays in the doorway, not looking inside. Aurora disappears into it.
“That much of a playboy, are we?” She teases, reappearing next to him a few minutes later, voice light and airy. Her tone is almost seductive, but nothing about her body language indicates she’s interested. The comment is unexpectedly cruel. Selina left him at the altar. It was headline news for weeks. Either she didn’t care, or she didn’t know, and both strike him as equally out of character.
“They belong to my former partner. She never came back for them.” Bruce says.
Aurora’s face visibly pales. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out, and she looks at him with equal parts terror and sympathy, “I am so sorry. I had no idea.”
Sofia would have talked about it, surely, if she was grooming her to be her protégé. Sofia told me so much about you and yet neglected a very important detail from an extremely recent event. The longer he’s spent with Aurora, the more uncertain he is about her place among the Falcone. He thought, much like the other women he was introduced to at the party, that Aurora was the Falcone family’s push for his hand in marriage. It’s a game of chess, with Aurora as the pawn. But does she know she’s playing?
She sulks past him, heading towards the bathroom. Once she arrives, she hovers at the door, hugging the lingerie and hanger tightly to her chest. “Bruce?” Aurora says, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes refusing to meet his. “Can you?” She asks, her left hand moving quickly, pointer finger gesturing to the back of her dress.
“Of course,” He responds, taking even-paced steps toward her. If he moved too slowly or too quickly, her anxiety would heighten even further.
She turns around once he’s close enough to touch her. She uses her left hand to gather her curls and tuck them away from her neck out of habit. The scooped neckline of the dress is nowhere near the end of her hair. Carefully, trying to avoid touching her bare skin, he unclips the back of the dress. When he goes for the zipper, it unzips about an inch before he’s met with resistance. He pulls slightly harder, but it refuses to budge. He takes the zipper all the way back up and starts over. It does not make a difference. Nothing seems amiss on this side of the dress, but there’s a chance the lining has bunched and is getting stuck in the teeth.
“It’s stuck, isn’t it?” Aurora says with a sigh.
“Yes. I think the lining might be getting caught.” He replies, trying and failing once more. “I won’t be unable to tell unless-“
“You can touch me, Bruce.” She states, “It’s fine, really. I won’t break.” She adds, even as she visibly stiffens just from the idea.
Aurora’s skin reacts the moment Bruce reaches into the back of the dress, goosebumps visibly appearing on her back. She lets out a small gasp, likely from the temperature difference, as his ice-cold hand rests against her warm back. He spreads the fabric between his fingers, using his left hand to slide the zipper down, this time meeting no resistance. Once he finishes unzipping the dress, he removes his hand. She whips around immediately and mutters a quick thank you before closing the bathroom door in his face.
Bruce bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes. When he reopens them, he shakes his head and walks over to his nightstand. He takes off his watch and cuff links, followed by the comm near his ear.
You can touch me, Bruce. It’s fine, really. I won’t break. Was his apprehension that clear? Did she realize he was respecting her unstated boundaries?
He slides the comm into the drawer of the nightstand. Bruce takes off his suit jacket, marching towards his closet to find an empty clothes hanger. His white dress shirt gets tossed into the hamper, his shoes slid back into place next to the dozens of other pairs.
You can touch me, Bruce. I won’t break. Did his hands-off treatment come across as assuming fragility or weakness? Or just acceptance that, unless she allowed him to help, she’d be stuck in that dress? Would she prefer Alfred help her with it?
Bruce removes his dress pants and slides into a pair of black sweatpants. He reaches for a black hoodie, but decides against it, instead pulling on a black sweater. He flicks out the closet light, pretending he hadn’t seen one of Selina’s old dresses lying on the floor.
You can touch me, Bruce.
He sits on the edge of the bed, his hands under his armpits to warm them.
You can touch me.
He breathes out through his nose, annoyed at his own thought process.
You can-
He hears the bathroom door open. He looks across the room, removing his hands from his armpits.
Aurora’s cheeks and nose are bright red, possibly from vigorously scrubbing away at her makeup. Her forehead and chin look no worse for wear, pointing to rosacea as the cause, not scrubbing. She has dark circles under her puffy eyes and her lips are stained. She clutches her dress to her body, hiding the choice of lingerie below. Her shoes are in her other hand, looking incredibly worn.
“Where should I put these?” She asks.
“I will take them, Miss Meyer,” Alfred states, entering the room. He sets the tray holding two glasses of water on the nightstand before retreating to Aurora’s aid, taking the bulky gown from her. “Is there anything else you need?”
“No, Alfred. Thank you.” Aurora states. She had the forethought to grab one of the many silk robes in his closet, and has it tied tightly around her waist. She turns toward Bruce before Alfred has even left the room, walking over slowly, taking her time to undo the strings of the robe. The lingerie isn’t an exact fit. The top is loose, straps barely clinging to her shoulders, and the panties are tight, practically digging into her skin. It can’t be comfortable.
She’s straddling him by the time the door closes and the lights go out, the robe falling to the ground behind her.
“Will he be back later?” Aurora whispers into his ear, her breath hot against it, making the hair on his arms stand up. Her hands are on either side of his head, caressing his face.
“Not tonight,” Bruce replies.
“Good.” She states, removing her hands and pulling her face away from his. She stays seated in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.
“You know how to put on a show,” he comments. The performance, whether she realizes it or not, is ongoing.
“I do what I have to,” Aurora replies with a shrug, causing the strap of the bra she’s wearing to fall off her shoulder. She hasn’t noticed, her eyes looking somewhere behind him. He wants to reach out, fix it for her, but he’s not sure if he should. She shifts in his lap, relaxing her legs slightly, but making no effort to leave it. Her gaze settles back on his eyes.
You can touch me, they whisper.
No. He can’t. He does not believe her lying eyes. He believes her body, the way her spine is straight and her shoulders are pinned back, the way she can’t stay still knowing he’s beneath her. The way her breaths are shaky and uneven. She doesn’t want to be touched, not like that, and he can prove it.
He uses his pinky finger, tracing up her arm until it gets to the strap. He carries it all the way up to her shoulder, dragging it until it snaps back into place. Aurora’s face is burning up, her head looking at his chest as she tucks a curl behind her ear. Her entire body is rigid. Bruce places a hand under her chin, raising her head so he can look her in the eye.
“We don’t have to do anything.” He says. You can say no. He will say no if she can’t form the words.
“I know,” Aurora says quietly, resting the full weight of her head in his hand. “I just thought…” She trails off, closing her eyes, her entire face scrunching. He can feel her body shaking in his lap, her hands nervously pawing at his chest, “Can you hold me, please?” She asks, her voice breaking.
He nods, removing his hand and wrapping her in a tight hug. Her head hits his chest with an audible thud, the thin white t-shirt doing nothing to cushion the blow. One of her arms is thrown over his shoulder, the other tight around his waist. Silently, she begins to cry into his chest, her grip on him slipping. The tears quickly turn into uncontrollable shaking caused by muffled sobs. Bruce pulls her closer, his right hand petting her hair.
“Let it out” He whispers.
The sound that comes out of her mouth is agonizing. Her anguish is shattering her, wracking through her body like an earthquake, and he can do nothing to stop it. Her arms fall from him, lying lifeless at her side. She starts to hyperventilate between sobs, unable to calm herself down.
Bruce rubs her back, pressing his lips to the top of her head, lightly rocking her back in forth. It’s all in an attempt to ground her, bring her back into the moment, because she’s collapsed so far in his arms that he’s not sure she’s still in reality. “You’re safe,” He coos, the standard response to people in crisis, and that’s when he realizes why she’s crying.
She’s crying because she feels safe.
Aurora’s breathing slows, deep breaths in and out through her mouth, the warm air hot against his chest. Her nose is likely too clogged to take on air. She presses one of her hands to his chest like she’s reminding herself he’s there.
“I’m sorry,” She mutters, removing herself from her place in his lap, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. They are bleary and bloodshot, swollen from the irritation of the tears. Snot pools above her lips and her cheeks are scarlet. Her lip is bleeding from when she tried to keep her mouth forcibly closed. “I don’t know why I did that.” She turns toward the window, walking toward it.
“You don’t have to apologize.” He replies, following after her. Bruce takes off his sweater and places it on her shoulder. He stands beside her, watching as she pulls her arms through, finger moving methodically as she buttons it.
“I can’t go back there.” Aurora breathes, her fingers clutching tightly to the collar of the sweater, looking out at the night sky. “Sofia is lovely but her brothers… her father…” She trails off.
Bruce was never the target of some scheme. The game the Falcones are playing is with her life, with her future, not his. The Falcones recruit talent, willing or otherwise.
“Then you don’t go back.” He states.
She turns toward him, an unreadable expression on her face, left hand massaging her neck, “I have nowhere else to go.”
They’d kill her if she ran. She might kill herself if she stayed. But that’s why she’s here, isn’t it? He’d been the escape plan all along. He’s the only man in this city both powerful enough to protect her and kind enough to not force himself on her.
“Stay here. With me.” Bruce says.
Aurora’s arms drop to her side, her eyes wide and searching his for answers, “What?”
It was presumptive to assume she was thinking that far ahead. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, not a calculated plan to put her in the best position possible. She’s intelligent, is able to see past his persona with ease, but she’s not a strategist.
“All night you’ve been setting up the building blocks of a fake relationship.” He explains, “Why not keep up the charade?”
It will do nothing to harm his public image and can only serve to boost hers. It takes her out of a horrific situation and places her in a safe environment. It’s not love, but it could be friendship.
“You expect people to believe one night was all it took to convince you, a recently divorced man renowned for his many hookups, to fall completely head over heels in love with me?” She crosses her arms, and suddenly the image of a confident blonde strutting across the stage of Gotham’s most famous nightclubs seems more real.
“Yes.” He replies, mirroring her posture.
She narrows her eyes at him, her nose scrunching like she smelled something funny, unconvinced. Bruce has lived in the public eye long enough to know that people see and hear what they want to see. And right now, what they want to see, is their famous billionaire happy again after the horrible conclusion of his last relationship.
“The public is far more gullible than you think.” He states, uncrossing his arm.
She nods, her eyes relaxing, though he’s not certain she believes him.
“Will your kids believe it?” She questions. Only two of them live in the manor anymore, but it’s still a reasonable question.
“I don’t know.” He lies. His family is full of detectives, one of whom learned to read body language far before any language. It will be hours, maybe a day at most before they are in on the secret. He’ll brief them on it tomorrow morning, so they are prepared. So they can act like they think it’s real.
“I’ll stay,” Aurora whispers, uncrossing her arms. She holds out both of her hands, palm upward, asking him to take them. He does, unsure if she means to shake on it. She doesn’t.
“We’ll discuss boundaries in the morning. Today felt like an entire year.” She murmurs, her thumbs massaging the backs of his hand. Then, she’s dragging him to the bed with her. All of the apprehension is gone from her body, as if the conversation finally gave her the closure she needed to know he wouldn’t touch her. Or perhaps she thinks he doesn’t want to? She would be wrong, but if it brings her peace, he won’t correct the assumption.
Aurora falls asleep with her head resting on his chest, her legs wrapped around his left leg, humming a lullaby. Bruce wishes he could stay, but the city calls to him, the bright light of the bat signal visible from the window. He presses a kiss to her temple, untangling himself from her, and walks to the door. He stops there, glances behind him to make sure she’s still asleep, and feels himself smile at how peaceful she looks.
Bruce leaves all thoughts of her behind once he exits the room, keeping them locked safely inside it.
He has a job to do.
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n°5
Katya : You are playing a very dangerous game, husband. What will you do when he will discover the truth?
Goncharov : He won't.
Katya : I'm not speaking as your wife but as your business partner. You let him getting closer and closer. It's dangerous.
Goncharov : Don't ask me to hurt him, Katya.
Katya : You will have to make a choice and sooner than you think. Time is not on your side anymore.
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n°4
Je luttais contre mon insomnie et je pensais au livre VI et je me disais c'est dommage quand même qu'on ait vu César et pas Cléopâtre, quand mon cerveau a buggé. Mais Cléopâtre elle a vécu vers -50 avant JC et Kaamelott se déroule autour du V siècle que je me suis dit (oui parce que je situe Cléopâtre dans le temps mais pas César, go figure).
Alors je me suis dis quand même plus de 4 siècles d'écart avec la version historique ça fait quand même beaucoup même pour AA et ses approximations
Du coup me voilà à essayer de comprendre si on parle de Jules César ou si Cesar est un titre et effectivement on ne parle pas de Jules César mais d'un personnage sûrement inventé par AA qui porte ce titre.
Je sais que c'est sexy de respecter un tel niveau de justesse, sauf que pour la majorité des gens quand on entend César on pense à Jules César et pas au fait que ce soit un titre porté sûrement par une vingtaine de gars différents, tout comme quand on entend Cléopâtre, on pense à Cléopâtre VII, dernière reine d'Égypte et pas aux 6 d'avant (qui étaient sûrement bien sympathiques mais qui n'ont pas marqué l'histoire et l'inconscient collectif de la même manière que Cléopâtre VII).
Tout ça pour dire que AA son Cesar, il aurait pu le nommer juste Imperator ou Robert, Phillipe ou Jean Eudes et m'éviter de rédiger ce post à 3h du matin.
Moi cette nuit au lieu de dormir :
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n°3
Katya : why are you not [married]?
Sofia : I'm not really interested in that.
Katya : in marriage?
Sofia : in husbands.
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n°2
Ok mais les enfants d'Arthur et de Guenièvre qui passent tous leurs étés en Carmelide, avec papi Leodagan qui leur apprend la différence entre les variétés de salades, de choux et de tous les bordels qui arrivent à pousser sur la terre aride du pays.
Et mamie Seli qui les bourre de tartes pratiquement à chaque repas. Les tartes sont aussi dures que celles qu'elle cuisine à Kaamelott, malgré le fait qu'elle soutienne que le problème, c'est ce stupide four que Leodagan a construit lui même. Plus d'une dent de lait a d'ailleurs connu ses dernières heures sur le trottoir de ces tartes.
Et des années plus tard, quand il y a longtemps que les deux grands parents ont quitté ce monde, les enfants devenus grands se souviendront, le sourire aux lèvres, des journées ensoleillées à crever de chaud, penchés sur une stupide feuille de salade ou de choux et des tartes à la myrtille qui auraient pu colmater un mur. Parce que comme disait mamie Seli, les tartes c'est du patrimoine et puis ça leur fait des souvenirs, aux gosses.
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Et si Mani n'était pas mort dans le livre VI mais se serait cogné la tête en tombant sous le coup de la blessure et aurait perdu la mémoire...
Il aurait erré dans les rues de Rome, sans se souvenir de sa propre identité...il aurait fini par être récupéré par un vendeur d'esclaves...
Des années plus tard, après avoir travaillé pour différents maîtres, il aurait atterri en Bretagne, dans les mains de Venec... Venec l'aurait présenté à Kaamelott et il se serait fait embaucher là bas...
Quand il arrive à Kaamelott, il est irreconnaissable, usé par des années de servitude, les cheveux et la barbe longs...il est remis sur pieds avant de commencer à travailler
Son supérieur lui explique qu'il n'est plus esclave et qu'il aura même droit à un petit salaire, que le roi Arthur leur donne lui même...
Un après midi, il fait la queue avec ses collègues devant un bureau et quand son tour arrive, ses yeux rencontrent ceux du roi Arthur, qui laisse tomber la bourse qu'il tient sous le choc, le bruit des pièces d'or heurtant le sol résonnant dans le corridor.
Le roi pâlit et sa lèvre supérieure tremble, mais il arrive à prononcer un mot : Mani.
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#ok but the fact that I only watched the untamed in september lmao#the chokehold the untamed has on this blog 😬#year in review#my year in review 2022
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to 'dove, complicated. short, Go! long.. [a1] Bogota is at least 2nd degree just like Mediterranean Sea, 'forward area, to ..Antarctica! or the Amazons! sort of [a2] Morocco to the Sahara dessert. 'andy UN had 'dario lopez, UN and Chile was always MP marine from the US embassy, as escort, armed M16, not just side-arm. [a3] Chile vs Amazons, mebbe the Chile vs the Pacific ring, Oceania and Patagonia. [a4] vaccines for Asia, when embarked Costa Allegra 2007, forward area Vietnam and Indonezia! another Archipelago there, port Moresby, the Philippines. mind 'ECHO the sailing USS flag, wooden SS of the 1961 movie. sort of 'Britannica of Mediterranean Sea! (sister ship to Titanic). [a5] the Navy, one allowed inside the closed sea, another one allowed tress-passing, the probe vials in a Laboratory, one always kept for sampling should insurance applied over the one actively part into some experiment, the crossing of the Atlantic. [a6] GSK internal safety guidelines where to travel and where to avoid traveling, the FBI chart amended by FEMA and TCA. and during current semester, Q1 2024. [a7] hot regions were Ethiopia, Ukraine, Taiwan, not necessarily Bogota. [a8] letters of credence from a catholic Church in Paris, for a catholic Church in Bogota, might help, dunno. BOTH accept coins (10 eur in coins, or smth), ssly. [b1] Romarm Inc was selling ammo into Iran, and backup lines were Thuraya, over Liban and Syria, and Israel. [b2] Paris is not Thuraya whatsoever, is Eutelsat. GPS vs GLONAS topic. [b3] we saw Italy at Bucharest for rendering letters of credence and secured SAT lines (trading ammo ballistic-ally, not exporting Uranium pellets into France, so internal affairs of E.U. Brussels, thus Vienna). [b4] Italy Sicilly Isl. Sigonella Base, west of Palermo, when dealing nuclear powered USSN 'Eisenhower carrier. [b5] inside the E.U., since 2010, RO lost ability to contact Teheran directly, and report ammo traded in over USD dollar wire money. perhaps [b6] Ankara never aware, oceanic cable heading down towards Cairo, through Bosporus Straight. [c1] when Billa Rewe sold to Carrefour FR, meat servers were onto same DOE level to Portile de Fier and Cernavoda, thus contacted Canada at Bucharest, which technically should had been mirrored, using Thuraya, via Israel mebbe. [c2] war in UKR at Kiev, all comm should had been already mirrored into other data-centers, outside Geneva HQs (becoming Court of war, probably). [c3] Paris and Versailles were Helsinki hosted and nowadays war at borders, so again mitigating secured lines for letters of credence, a different path. but EUTELSAT eventually. and Bogota not inside the EUTELSAT, but the French Guyanne, so Amazons are inside the EUTELSAT, and not the Thuraya sky-net. [c4] AJOFM unemployment and 401k and Juntah were always interested of such endeavors, Bogota Lolapalloza singing w voice, not playback, forcing your neck, just like Disney Studios in the past, same drill. [c5] welding gas and water pipelines, how many linear meters welded by each and every one of the welders sent down in the sands of Sahara of Morocco and Lybia, of the 60s and 70s. and Syria. [c6] Pfizer should help you out better mebbe than GSK, if you only knew someone inside to ask him browse the Intranet for the Bogota updated safety guidelines. [c7] ask Sara Sampaio, she used to had dated out boy fellas from the U.N. at NYC. yet you are Paris, FR. [d1] so 'dove wanted to cancel the Bogota endeavors, because her hubby has gottn a boy-cousin and the VS Angels gang ladies required for that boy fella to become the 'bodyguard, shadowing 'dove non-stop, and thus witnessing kisses from fans, and having to remain silent over his boy-cousin affairs inside a marriage barely understood. [d2] and promoting that boy-cousin into overnight affairs to The Descendants 4, incl 'kylie cantrall... who she would not avoid and interfere and ask for 'lavender oil, and 'sofia(s) bottle too. and 'sofia carson would end up hating 'lavender boy all too much. [d3] 'dove would kiss her fans, but never touch FR side of male-hood, and seek..
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avengers x teen!fem!reader
summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.
warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings
word count: 4589
notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!
you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.
a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.
every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.
"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."
you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.
"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.
your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.
"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.
despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.
"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.
"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.
"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.
she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.
"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.
"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"
name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.
"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.
nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.
you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?
"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.
the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.
"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?
you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.
you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.
they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.
you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.
that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.
justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.
with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.
an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.
"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"
"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.
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"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."
you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.
"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"
"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.
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the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.
"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."
he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.
"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.
"she's...she's gone."
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"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"
a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.
your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.
this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.
"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."
"no."
before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.
he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."
you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"
"never. not to someone like you."
the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.
"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"
his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."
taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.
it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.
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"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.
"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.
"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.
"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.
"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.
"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.
you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.
your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.
"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.
"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."
he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.
"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.
the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."
"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.
"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."
all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"
"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."
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you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.
"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.
"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."
the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.
"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.
he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.
he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"
you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.
"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"
"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."
"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.
you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.
"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.
tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.
"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.
sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.
"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"
"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.
"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.
"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.
"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.
maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."
"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.
you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.
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"how is she, doc?"
"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.
"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.
steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.
"hi, cupcake."
you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.
"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.
"you're not a freak, bubs."
you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.
"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.
"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."
"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.
"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"
"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."
"but–"
"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"
"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.
the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.
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→ Pairing : Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader
→ Genre : fluff.
→ Warnings : Swearing, Reader panicking a bit.
→ Request : Heya! I was thinking maybe a corpse x reader where the reader is playing among us with him and the gang and they use the proximity mic and he walks past her to hear her singing and she’s kept her singing like a MAJOR secret because she’s shy about it- idk you don’t have to do it if ya don’t feel like it it’s just an idea 💛
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You grabbed the water on the table, moving to the side and out of the camera to quickly take a few sips. You could hear the rest of the group still yelling about the previous game. You laughed quietly hearing Peter and Rae yell at each other.
Looking over at chat you hummed as you took in the questions.
"How much longer am I streaming?" you read out the question.
"Probably a few more games. Maybe like 30 more minutes. I wanna go get dinner soon." you mumbled as you kept on scanning the chat.
A random question caught your eye.
"Do I sing?" you read out with a laugh.
"Wow, that's such a random question oh my god. Um, I used to want to be a singer when I was a kid," you started leaning back in your chair. You looked at the ceiling reminiscing and chuckled when you remembered the concerts you used to throw for your parents.
"I used to get my parents to be the audience and I would sing all my different songs for them. When they weren't free, I would do it for all of my plushies on my bed. Oh my god, I probably have old videos in the basement or something."
You smiled wistfully, looking back onto the screen.
"Those were good times," you muttered.
Looking back onto chat, your eyes widened at the amount of "SING FOR US" messages.
"Woah guys, calm down, that was when I was a kid. I don't sing seriously you know that right?" you questioned, laughing at how fast the chat was going.
"Okay okay," you said smiling when they didn't stop. "Lemme ju- Oh wait" you cut yourself off seeing the words "IMPOSTER" light up your screen.
"LETS GOOOOO" you yelled, turning your mic on again for the game. Everyone's voice slowly faded as people went different ways. You stuck with Lily, both of you going straight to medbay.
"Lilyyyyy" you said dragging her name out.
"Y/N" she said doing the same to you.
You giggled, and asked her if she had med scan.
"Nope, I have the inspecting the sample one."
"Ohh okay," you said getting on the med scan and pretending to scan. You watched as Lily finished her task, saying a quiet "bye" and rushing off to the next task.
You sighed, moving off the scan and starting to walk towards weapons. "Lily's so nice, I'm so glad I got to meet her through this. Like, she's the absolute sweetest I swear, I'm hoping that I get to m-" you got cut off by a body being reported.
"Already?" you asked, others echoing. You gasped when you saw who was killed, immediately whining about how someone could kill Sykunno, while playfully glaring at Sean's name, who was the other imposter.
"Okay, so the body was at reactor," revealed Rae.
"I was in the cafeteria, going towards weapons. Me and Lily were in Medbay before but she left before me," you said leaning back.
Lily confirmed this, also stating that she was in weapons now.
Sean, Corpse and Felix all said they were in Electrical, and Poki said she'd been in storage.
You looked at the chat again, not saying anything while the rest said where they were.
The chat was still spamming "Sing please!" and you looked back to the game without giving an answer. If you were being honest, then what you had said before was a lie. You still sang. Hell, it had been your dream to release your songs ever since you started writing at 15. You had started singing by singing for your parents. Ever since their car crash though, you couldn't even think about performing for anyone else. If you couldn't even perform for them, then what was the point? For some reason, whenever you thought of singing in front of someone, you couldn't even get the words out.
You sighed and skipped voting as the timer ticked down. No one was ejected and you started humming slightly as you moved away from everyone.
"Hmm should I sing you a song everyone?" you asked your voice very low. You breathed deeply reminding yourself that technically no one was in the room with you, and it was only your fans watching, a small community of people who were the sweetest you had ever seen.
Going into reactor and moving down to the very end so that no one could see you, you breathed in deeply and started singing lightly, noticing that the lights were off, the blinking arrow in the corner of your screen.
"I think we could do it if we tried
If only to say you're mine
Sofia, know that you and I
Shouldn't feel like a crime
You know I'll do anything you ask me to
But oh my God, I think I'm in love with you
Standin' here alone now, think that we -"
"Y/N what the fuck your voice is -"
You screamed before the person could even finish what they were saying, hitting the "kill" button without even realising, and letting out a gasp when you saw the black body flop over.
"Oh god, oh my god, what did I do?" you whispered staring at Corpses body, half of your brain freaking out over the fact that he had heard you and the other freaking out what to do. You quickly vented, coming out in electrical and pretending to do the download.
"Oh my god, guys!" you whispered furiously, playfully glaring at the camera. "This is all your fault, do you see what I did, I killed someone with my singing... I just got so scared because he came out of absolutely NOWHERE, oh my god guys." Leaving electrical, you heard someone yelling and headed closer to them laughing nervously when you found Toast and Sean yelling at each other.
"Hey guys," you said voice being unnoticed because of all the yelling and you moved into comms pretending to do a task there.
Just as you did that, Pokis body was found, and you gasped as you realised that Sean had killed three people so now there were 5 left. Toast was dead, which means that he just died, which left Sean, you, Rae, Lily and Leslie.
There was a stunned silence for a second as everyone took in the 4 kills and then Rae immediately attacked.
"Ahh, the body was in cafeteria. Like bottom cafeteria."
"Um, So I just wanna add something, I was coming from the electrical right, and I was walking to comms, and Toast just passed in the middle of storage. I came into comms and Sean is here as well.
"Yup, shes right, toast just left and she came in." confirmed Sean.
"Well, I saw Leslie at the start of the round, we stuck together and then I was with Poki for a bit."
"Yeah okay, but where were you?"
"Well, I went to weapons then I went down into comms and storage and then I went electrical when lights were called and everyone was ther-" she said cutting herself off and gasping. “Guess who WASNT there? Y/N wasn’t there!”
“Well yeah, I just thought someone else would do it” you replied. “I was all the way in upper engine and I couldn’t be bothered. You all did lights and I was doing my tasks in reactor and then I went to electrical and then I was waking to comms, and then I saw toast and then I got into comma and saw Sean. Even if I was the imposter and killed Toast, I definitely couldn’t have been able to kill Poki.”
“Yeah no, I still think it’s you,” said Rae after a pause, Leslie and Lily both giggling at her.
Lily chimed in then as well, “Yeah I haven’t seen y/n this whole round at ALLLLL, so I think its her as well."
Ignoring your protests, they all voted you out, and you shrugged at the camera as your character was thrown off the ship.
"I think I'm okay with that guys, I was way too nervous to still play," you muttered, now looking at the chat.
"Guys," you whined suddenly remembering. "I was only meant to sing for you, I didn't want anyone else to hear it, Corpse literally came out of nowhere. I hope he wasn't deafened by my screeching," you grimaced.
The word "Victory" came onto your screen and you huffed out a laugh as the lobby exploded with noise.
"Lily! I told you it was Sean!" exclaimed Rae.
"Sean was on a killing spree," you added in, sipping your water. "I only killed like two people cuz I was distracted, I swear he literally carried the whole game.”
“He backstabbed me!” said Sykkuno and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I was doing upload while he was right next to me and we were talking about how great this group was and he just killed me right there!”
Suddenly all the attention was on Sykkuno as everyone started cooing.
“Awww, Sykkuno, did you just compliment us?” Rae yelled, lots of other chiming in to tease Sykunno and him ending up stuttering because he got flustered.
“Alright guys,” you said when everyone quieted down. "I think I'm gonna go now."
"NOOOOO" yelled Rae, everyone else echoing her.
You smiled and quickly said your goodbyes, logging off the game and quickly saying bye to the viewers and ending that as well.
Slumping into your chair, your breath quickened. "Oh my god," you whispered, the realization creeping up on you that you had just sung in front of nearly ten thousand people and that Corpse had heard you sing. You and Corpse had met through Among Us with Toast inviting you to the lobby. You had fun playing with him and you'd both followed each other, but most of your interaction was in games. Like sure you'd messaged each other a few times but those were only brief conversations! and sure, maybe you had a small tiny crush on the guy but like WHO WOULDNT? He was sweet, nice and you related to him a lot. The point was, you were absolutely not ready to sing in front of him. You stood up from the chair and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water to calm down.
Your phone rang and you grabbed it from the counter, choking on the water as you saw that it was from Corpse.
He had never called you before. Like you said you simply weren't that close.
Coughing out a "What the fuck?" you answered the call, grabbing onto the counter for support.
"Hey," you said, confused when there was no sound.
"Uh yeah, Hi Y/N. Its Corpse."
"Ah yeah, I see." You facepalmed yourself, rubbing your forehead. What the fucks was wrong with you.
"Um yeah, so uh I just- You know in the game? Um I kind of - well - I kind of heard you singing, um um, that song."
You stilled, not a breath coming out of you.
"Your voice, its -" he paused, letting out a huge breath. "It's absolutely beautiful."
You opened your mouth not even sure what you were gonna say but he continued talking.
"I just, I cant get it out of my mind. Have you heard some of my music?"
"Um yeah, I-I listened to it when I first heard about you. Your songs are so good!" you exclaimed, finally being able to move your mouth
"Do you think maybe we could do a song together sometime? Your voice would be absolutely amazing on one of the tracks I'm currently working on, its a chill one that I have, kind of like Agoraphobic," he asked, rambling through the sentence.
"Um, Oh my god," you muttered, still confused on if this was actually happening. "Yeah, Yeah definitely that would be so cool."
"Oh. Oh that's great, I-I didn't think you'd agree, that's great, I can send you a sample and the lyrics but -"
"Um," you started cutting him off. "If I'm being honest," you muttered, shoulders coming up to your ears. "I'm actually really conscious about my singing. Like this was the absolute first time I ever even sang on stream, so like sorry- I'm ruining it, but this is just a bit overwhelming for me. It's a great opportunity, and if you want I can definitely try but please don't have big expectations of me okay?" you asked biting your lip slightly. "I'm not that great."
There was a second of silence and then he whispered lightly, "Even if you don't believe it, just from those 30 seconds, I could already tell how amazing your voice was."
Your breath caught but a second later he had already moved on.
"If you want to, we could do a few singing sessions together? Just mess around have some fun? That way you can get a bit more comfortable and have some fun," he suggested, voice changing to a shy one that you hadn't ever heard from him.
~~~
"Yeah sure," you agreed, smiling. "Lets try that."
3 months later, you guys finally released your song. Titled "For Them", you sang about your parents who you had loved dearly, and he sang about his parents and their distant relationship. It showed two different perspectives, two different stories, two different lives, and you both loved it so much.
The song was a success, with fans pouring into your channel and small community and well, your life. Most importantly though, along with all of it, came a mask-wearing man, who held you on the days that it was hard for you, and who you held on the nights that were hard for him.
fin.
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selfless
IN WHICH: you go out on a date and sugawara koushi can only be a supportive best friend, even though he wants to be so much more.
PAIRINGS: sugawara koushi x reader, akaashi keiji x reader
INSPIRED BY: coffee breath — sofia mills, bubble gum — clairo
WARNING: cussing, some angst if you squint
“i got a date with him! could you believe it?”
you let out a loud laugh, your nerves and excitement radiating off of you in waves.
he could only force a bittersweet smile.
“no, i can’t.”
“c’mon, koushi, show a lil’ more encouragement, yeah?” you squealed, falling back in the couch as you let your hands raise above your head. you were blissed out, so high on adrenaline and giddiness and that you didn’t see the regret that filled sugawara’s golden eyes.
he needed to just stop feeling. just for one moment.
“what’s his name again?” koushi asked, making you sit up straight immediately to regain your composure.
“gimme a sec.” you typed away on your phone, well aware of sugawara’s gaze over your shoulder. his breath was right next to your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine. you pushed away the feeling almost immediately; you had a date. you had a date with someone who liked you back.
“aha!” you handed him your phone shamelessly, smile never leaving your face as you awaited his response.
you could tell that he was reading him. it was a simple picture, one of him with an endearing smile towards whoever was in front of him. he wore a simple black turtleneck and a beige coat— he had good style. his black hair was ruffled and messy, nothing like the perfection around him. he looked like he fell right out of a drama series.
of course, he fell for you. you looked like you fell from heaven itself; you were both made for each other.
“akaashi keiji,” you announced, his name falling from your lips like a wish. “so? what do you think?” you were asking him for his opinion as if akaashi was a wonderful and spontaneous idea that you wanted your dear old friend to hear about. you were looking at him expectingly, eyes glimmering with hope— hope for what? for koushi to like him? for him to say, ‘that’s wonderful y/n, you’ll be happy with him, and he’ll treat you well.’
“i,” sugawara’s words died in his throat, and he was suddenly aware of how dry his throat felt. he struggled for words, the confidence he once held when speaking to others now replaced by utter panic and embarrassment. his mind was racing, rummaging and searching in the depths of his brain in a scramble to find some words that would save the poor boy from his pain. “i don’t like him.” and just like that, the words were spat out before koushi could grab them again.
like a dying flower, the light and excitement in your eyes faded into nothing as you blinked.
once. twice. three times.
“you... you don’t?” you stuttered, disbelief within your tone as you stared at him. your face was unreadable, the happiness and giddiness from before now murky within the black of your eyes.
“i didn’t mean it like that!” panic. pure and utter panic raced through his body like an electrical shock. “i just—“
“why’re you freaking out?” similarly to how a falling leaf would gently touch the water’s surface, the faintest of smiles graced your face. your hand reached out to koushi and found its solace on his shoulder. there it perched and stayed, sending waves of warmth and comfort to his rigid body.
“what do you mean?” koushi forced past the bile he suddenly felt like vomiting, his golden eyes suddenly set on his lap as if it was the most interesting item known to man.
“kou,” you began, thumbing at the pale beige of his sweater, eyes deep in thought, “your opinion matters to me. no matter the answer, i wouldn’t mind. because it’s you.”
god, koushi wished you had said those last words under different circumstances. his heart ached as he looked at you, the warmth of your eyes so inviting that he would fall in over and over again if he could.
maybe he had fallen. maybe he had done it more than once and ran back for more. he would run back to you a thousand times if he could.
maybe that was the dangerous part of you. no matter how welcoming, how caring, or how patient you have been to everyone, you were always able to get them wrapped around your finger and hanging off your every words. but you never knew that yourself. if you did, you’d stop speaking all together; you’d never accept it.
“so stop worrying!” you chuckled, allowing your hand to fall from its place at his shoulder. your head replaced it, gentle and affectionate as you stared at the movie that was playing out on the t.v in from tof both of you.
sugawara nodded numbly. “i’ll stop,” he said, and he could only hope that he’d keep his promise.
“y/n, you might fall!”
sugawara felt like he was going to lose his head. seeing you standing on a thick branch of a tree that felt like it stretched up to the sky for miles. this was it— he’d die from worry at the ripe age of nine. right before his double digit birthday!
he could see it now: sugawara koushi, wonderful and caring son, dead at the age of nine alongside his best friend, l/n y/n, who also caused his death.
“c’mon, koushi!” you jumped on the tree branch, and as it bent, another spark of wordy coursed through him. “be brave! be strong!” you encouraged, putting on a mighty voice as you placed a hand on your hip and looked out into the horizon.
“you don’t know what’s up there! like snakes and spiders and — oh my god, ew, spiders!” sugawara babbled, propping his colorful backpack against the tree. helplessly, he looked up at you; wind blowing through your hair, expression much too serious for an 8 year old, with your hand on your hip as if you were posing.
“suga, listen!” the heroic pose you were once in broke as you stared down at your worrisome friend. all form of intimidation and determination died when you saw the amount of worry sugawara actually had; his hands were twiddling together, his eyes were aide, and his bottom lip was quivering ever so slightly. you swallowed. “the world is full of the unknown. everything is unknown until you make it known.” you paused before tilting your head as you gazed down at him. “does that make sense?”
sugawara could only nod. your words echoed in his head like a mantra, and he pulled the sleeves of his hoodie up as he readied himself.
“i’m ready— pull me up!”
you twirled once for him, allowing your white skirt to lift up along with the wind.
the pleated skirt you wore showcased your legs perfectly, and the oversized blue college sweatshirt you wore was perfectly oversized on your body. under the sweatshirt was a white button up that peaked through the crew neck of the sweater. your makeup was different — did you add a tad more blush than usual? — but you looked as beautiful as ever.
“do you think this is good? we’re just meeting somewhere but still—“
“you’re beautiful.” his words slipped out, his tone nothing but serious and sincere as he looked at you.
you smiled at him, the flash of your pearly whites like a ray of sunshine. sugawara found himself smiling back, much too focused in forcing a facade to notice the sudden waver in your grin. his smile was like a rainbow on a sunny day; beautiful enough to catch everyone’s eye and mystical enough to bring a sense of excitement into your veins for a moment.
how odd.
“shit! i need to hurry!” you checked the time before swinging your white tote bag over your shoulder and hastily packing your items inside. you pulled out a drawer from your living room table, taking out an obnoxiously long roll of condoms that you struggled to control.
“how many rounds are you planning for tonight?” sugawara couldn’t help but tease (though it made his heart wrench), making you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out. you stuffed a few of them into your purse, blind to the way he looked at you longingly.
you pulled your shoes on, trying to calm yourself. you looked at yourself once more in your nearby mirror, offering yourself a nervous smile before turning to sugawara.
his mind seemed elsewhere, his eyes still set on you and your body practically sparkling with nervousness. yet he still gave you a beaming smile and a (half hearted) thumbs up that calmed your anxiousness almost instantaneously.
“make sure to lock up when you leave!” you sent him one last grin as you opened the door. the door slammed behind you, leaving only a shadow of where you once stood.
koushi continued to stare at the white of the door.
his last days in karasuno. sugawara could barely keep himself together; he was sure that he was crying and slobbering all over his friends when he was saying his goodbyes in the gym.
well, it wasn’t his fault. he was leaving— he had all the right in the world to slobber on them.
he needed to catch his train. he gave his team one last smile as they listened to daichi scold them all for being so, so, so stupid during their last year and how he still loved them all the same (asahi, tanaka, and noya were having a hard time keeping themselves together because of their retiring captain). sugawara stood next to him, taking in the comforting sight of his team.
“koushi!”
your scream, loud and out of breath, made sugawara freeze.
you were standing behind him, pure rage and sadness brewing in your eyes like a hurricane. yachi stood next to you, practically cowering under your presence, and sugawara knew you asked the blond for his whereabouts.
he had planned on saying goodbye at your house.
sugawara wanted to say something. he wanted to tell you that he’d say good bye in privacy, without the wandering eyes of his team and the knowing eyes of daichi, who knew completely of his feelings towards you. but he said nothing, for you had taken his breath away when you swiftly ran up to him and hugged him from behind.
your arms wrapped around his torso, your face pressed to his back as you held onto him like a koala. “i’d hit you if you weren’t leaving,” you said, words muffled against his shirt.
“just do it anyway!” tsukishima commented in the background withh a snort.
the snickers of the first and second years were drowned out by sugawara’s rapidly beating heart, the feeling of you being so close bringing butterflies — hell, not even butterflies, a whole tornado — to his stomach. he carefully turned to face you, and you took a step back, your eyes glassy with wet tears.
the simple sight of it made his own vision blurry, and the both of you said nothing as you finally met in the middle. your arms wrapped around each other, years upon years of friendship now teetering and being threatened with distance. the rest of the world faded to black, and in that moment, it was only the two of you.
“visit. call. text. send me letters— do whatever the hell you need to do just please, please keep contact.” you were both teary faced messes, that much was obvious, but the idea that your life long best friend was leaving was too much to bear. you didn’t want him to go; what would you do without koushi?
koushi asked himself the same thing about you. what would he do without you?
two weeks and three days.
that was how long it had been since you had gone out on a date with akashi keiji. you hadn’t gone out with him since— not for any bad reason, though.
“you and koushi?”
“what about us?” you laughed, finger playing along the rim of your glass. but when you saw that he didn’t laugh along with you, you frowned.
you were friends before akaashi had asked you out. you knew that he was deep in his thoughts; his brows were knit together, and a frown twitched at the side of his lips. “akaashi. what about us?”
“you like him, don’t you?”
you wanted to forget about his words. you didn’t want to hear anything about your ‘feelings’ for koushi— they didn’t exist. your feelings for him were never there.
you were reminding yourself of that fact even as you got shit faced drunk with him right by your side.
shitty boxed wine was laid out everywhere while you sipped a bottle of champagne, pretending not to see koushi’s pout as you finished half the bottle. lazily, you smiled at him.
“it’s good.”
“yeah, no shit,” suga snorted, reaching his out and making his fingers make grabby hands. you pulled it away from him with a musical laugh, one that made his already flushed cheeks bloom a deeper red. again, he pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. “y/n,” he drawled, reaching out again only to have you move it out of his way.
“koushi,” you mocked, sticking your tongue out as if you were a child. he was adorable like this.
“no. i don’t want to talk about this.” you laughed in disbelief as you looked down. how could he make such an accusation? how could akaashi just blurt it out out of nowhere as if you hadn’t agreed to go out with him when he asked? he had no right.
he had no right asking when he knew the answer.
akaashi looked at you, a ghost of a pained smile on his lips. of course, he was hurt. how could he not? he had pined for you since he first saw you, and sugawara...
sugawara had you and he didn’t even know.
he wasn’t selfish. akaashi keiji was not selfish in the slightest, and maybe that was why he was doing this for your happiness. he was doing it because he knew it was right.
even if he was going to be hurt in the process.
“you look at him like he’s your morning cup of coffee,” akaashi said softly. “your eyes light up and this beautiful smile dawns over your face,” he swallowed thickly. “the sight of him makes you happy. he makes you happy.”
you peered up at him, a sorrowful smile blessing your features. yet again, akaashi cursed his heart for beating so quickly upon the sight.
akaashi keiji was not selfish in the slightest.
“i’m sorry, akaashi.”
he was a selfless person who could care less for himself.
“i am too, y/n.”
that was why he was letting you go.
“i will commit a crime to end up on national news,” sugawara threatened with the most serious face he could muster, his hand still outstretched towards you expectingly.
“sangwoo much?” you retorted with a laugh, one that made sugawara join you. in that second of vulnerability, koushi surged forward and practically tackled you, his hand ready to meet the bottle.
instead, he ended up pinning you down onto the couch with himself on top of you. the champagne was long gone and rolling and spilling all over your hardwood floor, but you couldn’t care less.
“suga, the champagne!” you whined out drunkenly, completely unaware of the lack of space between you both.
sugawara’s hand was on one side of your head, which was keeping his body from smushing you. his grey hair, which he had chosen to grow out just a bit, tickled the top of your nose as he hovered over you. his other hand, the one that was supposed to grab the champagne, found its place on the other side of your head.
your laughter soon died out when you felt his breath fanning over your face. your heart was beating hard enough to make a mark on your chest.
your hand came up to touch one side of his face, your thumb stroking his cheek softly. koushi leaned into your touch, his eyes full of adoration as he looked down at you.
you leaned up just as he leaned down, and your lips found themselves in the middle.
he tasted like shitty boxed alcohol and smelled like vanilla. you could feel his hair brush over your forehead as you leaned up to meet his lips better. koushi was intoxicating, and his scent and taste filled your senses as you kissed him.
the champagne still lingered on your tongue, and koushi could taste it as your tongues swiped over each other with each kiss. he felt himself pour all his years of unspoken love in the kiss. more than a decade of yearning for someone who was so close but so far finally paid off.
koushi pulled away from you as he took a deep breath of air. he couldn’t help the contagious smile he had on his face, one that you returned instantly.
“i love you,” you murmured, your thumb brushing over his beauty mark.
dramatically, sugawara gasped. “say sike right now, no way.”
“kou,” you groaned, using your hand to playfully flick at his nose.
loudly, sugawara laughed. he felt his cheeks ache and his heart flutter as he did, the relief finally hitting him as well as the realization that holy shit, you loved him back.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” he leaned back in, making your noses poke each other as he pecked your lips one last time.
“i love you too. more than you’ll ever know.”
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Caught
Remember when 8
RW masterlist
CN: drug use by coercion
It had been a quiet night for the bat family. Eerily quiet. The drug ring they had been watching had an expected big move tonight but it ended up being a bunch of low level street dealers. It felt really suspicious for the information to be so wrong on a quiet night. Even after needing to chase down a few of the runners who were a little more adept at evasion they were done early for the night and all was quiet.
Oracle came over the line to tell them that there was a blackout over a section of the city but it didn't look like it was spreading. They all saw the flash of light. It was followed by a few pops of fire works and sparkles shot into the sky and burst into bright colored patterns. Batman responded back that the blackout was probably caused by errant fireworks and it didn't seem suspicious.
The interference on the comm line happened a few minutes after they were headed back. They were making plans for an epic video game tournament when the line filled with static and then muffled voices. It sounded like a voice giving instruction and possible radio crossover. They were just deciding whether to switch channels or shut them off when her voice came through. It was distant and soft but clear.
"There was a bright flash of light and a boom. Did you hear it?"
"We were asleep but it was loud. Then the men came."
"That's a scary way to wake up. Can you tell me your names?"
"I'm Sofia but that's Alberto. I'm older."
"Not by long and you were scared. You cried."
"Those are nice names. Do you have any other names you know? Maybe that you share with your parents."
"I call her Fia and she calls me Berto."
There was a lot of shuffling and sounds of a struggle. Before her voice came back through sounding angry.
"Be gentle! They are children." A slap rang out, followed by a grunt of pain before a gruff male voice told her to shut up and get in. Other voices were in the background but with a rumpling sound against the receiver and a click all the sounds were cut off.
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Rouge Gorge watched as the children were placed in the back seat of the truck while she was shoved into the back. Her cheek stung from the slap but her arms were bound behind her. The truck was covered and she suspected it was fortified against bullets. It had long benches on either side to fit armed men who were quick to bind her legs, a cloth was wrapped over her face. It wouldn't do much now since she had seen the little of their faces that was exposed but most had their faces covered and glasses to protect against the bright electricity. But it would obscure their destination so even if she managed to escape she would have a harder time getting clear from recapture. She had heard that some people could map a destination by counting and remembering turns but she had already been in an unfamiliar part of Gotham and she had never attempted to map a location by feel.
They roughly shoved her into a chair once they got her inside. Seeing the man before her when the blindfold came off ruined her hopes of a police rescue. He was clearly a police officer, although his gear looked more specialized than a standard cops. She didn't know much about how the police operated here but she thought she had seen a few articles months back about how well the GPD had cleaned up corruption.
"Excellent timing. We have been looking for volunteers to test our new product." he said.
She sat silently and waited to see what he would say next. He smirked at her and looked through her things that had been removed from her person. Then he slowly walked around the chair she sat in.
"I've not seen a spotted bat before. Is Batman allowing beetles to join his quest?"
"I'm not affiliated with Batman."
"If you are going to lie, you have to do it about something I don't already know. The GPD looks the other way from the vigilantes as long as Batman approves them."
"He definitely made it clear I was not welcome. I've done pretty well staying off the radar since then."
"Try this." He held out what looked like cotton candy in front of her face.
"No. What is it?" She pulled her head back, trying to get away.
"The maker calls it heliotrope. A few of the staff who have tested are calling it party puff. It will make you feel giddy or euphoric."
"I don't do drugs."
"Fair enough. I'll test it on the children instead." He turned to walk away but she called it back and agreed to take anything if he would keep it away from the children.
She wasn't sure how long it had been since then. She could only measure in doses of the drug. She thought it might have been half an hour between the first 2. They did show her the children safely asleep in sleeping bags with their mother nearby, heavily guarded. They kept her on her feet after that, they said for market research but probably just to watch her stumble around. She could barely feel the floor through the floating feeling. Somehow everything felt brighter and faded all at once. She might have lost count but she thought they had given her 5 puffs of their test drug.
She was doing her best to remain clear headed but they were switching back and forth between winding her up and asking questions while she was feeling the strongest effects. She was fairly certain that she hadn't mentioned Red Robin specifically or her current employment but before they gave her the last dose she remembered talking about the fire. She wasn't sure if it was only the recent one or if she had brought up the one from her past. She was certain she had told them about being captured by the bats and escaping. When the crash and beginning of the fight happened she was singing in French. She wasn't sure if she was dancing too or if the room was spinning.
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NUVO Dance Convention, Houston, TX: RESULTS
High Scores by Age:
NUbie Solo
1st: Navy Forrest-’Imagine’
2nd: Harper Schwalb-’Do What I Do’
3rd: Haddie Templet-’Do What I Do’
4th: Rose Ramirez-’Into the Unknown’
4th: Lucia Ruiz-’Popular’
5th: Anika Argueta-’Hallelujah’
6th: Alegria Jilpas-’Pure Imagination’
7th: Sloane Harris-’Never Enough’
8th: Maria Rosales-’Despacito’
8th: MJ Mackey-’I Don’t Want To Show Off’
9th: Mackenzie Griffin-’Small World’
Mini Solo
1st: Alexis Alvarez-’Welcome Home’
2nd: Landry Silas-’Cheek to Cheek’
2nd: Winter Eberts-’Dreamlike’
2nd: Diana Kouznetsova-’It’s In His Kiss’
3rd: Kylie Lawrence-’Breathe In’
3rd: Naiya Abalos-’Forces’
3rd: Tessa Ohran-’Knock 1-2-3′
3rd: Ava Grace Olson-’Tides of Time’
3rd: Isabella Kouznetsova-’Trouble’
4th: Claire Hansen-’By The Roses’
4th: Joli Vernon-’Joy’
5th: Ava Morford-’17 Hours’
5th: Faith Crain-’Notes of the Nymph’
5th: Harper Hammes-’Tu Quieres Volver’
5th: Justin Nguyen-’You Caused It’
6th: Lyla Terry-’Rescue’
6th: Jenesis Jackson-’Single Ladies’
7th: Rory Frye-’Amen’
7th: Brynlee Fitzgerald-’Can’t Get It Out’
7th: Hadlee Heriford-’Unbroken’
8th: Camille Foreman-’Boogie Woogie’
8th: London Smith-’Feel My Love’
9th: Natalie Gerami-’Evil Twin’
9th: Neve Colyn-?
10th: Hadley Richard-’Applause’
10th: Ella Williamson-’Experience’
10th: Khloe Kramer-’Giants’
Junior Solo
1st: Colby Rich-’I Lie’
2nd: Maya Ordonez-’For All That’s Lost’
2nd: Nyah Jackson-’Slow Meadows’
2nd: Kynadi Crain-’So Close, So Far’
3rd: Brooke Toro-’As The Dust Settles’
3rd: Brooke Vorst-’Girl From Ipanema’
3rd: Kinley Bertrand-’Rock With You’
3rd: Stella Vince-’Steep Turn’
4th: Taylor Harrison-’Dawn Chorus’
4th: Beyli Shah-’Heavy Hand’
4th: Anya Inger-’Quiet Thoughts’
4th: Bella Fernandez-’She Was Running’
5th: Brooke Dubbs-’I Know’
5th: Kara Yuan-’Petite Fleur’
5th: Elyse Tompkins-’Power of Love’
5th: Ellie Randolph-’Swan Song’
5th: Baileigh McKenzie-’Take Me’
5th: Emma Fontenot-’The Gate’
6th: Jaelynn Gatchett-’A Place of Peace’
6th: Haiden Neuville-’Before You Go’
6th: Campbell Thurow-’Can’t Touch This’
6th: Elyse Armstrong-’Hard to Love’
7th: Lena Hirsch-’Forsaken’
7th: Jocelyn Nguyen-’I Am Not Myself’
8th: Maegan Abadie-’Infinite’
8th: Juliana Reyes-’She Leads’
8th: Ava Grace Craig-’Sophie’s Choice’
8th: Madelyn McCauley-’Weightless’
9th: Julia Jacob-’Emotional Conclusions’
9th: Keira Kingsmore-’Medora Variation’
9th: Ansley Harris-’The Absence of Time’
9th: Jisselle Garza-’Waiting Game’
10th: Va’Shira Newborne-’Heat’
10th: Ava Grace Gallagher-’The Greatest’
Teen Solo
1st: Mariella Saunders-’Until We Break’
2nd: Chloe Slone-’As The Dust Settles’
2nd: Kate Abernathy-’Doomed’
2nd: Gianna Garwacki-’Epiphany’
2nd: Brecklyn Brown-’Fall On Me’
2nd: Cambry Bethke-’Sacred Space’
3rd: Hudson Pletcher-’Forged Imitation’
3rd: Madison Morita-’Lily of the Valley’
3rd: Paroma Pillay-’You’re Gonna Be Okay’
4th: Sarah Linn-’Under the Skin’
4th: Audrey Berg-’Schim’
4th: Ellie Tostenrude-’Mirror of the Mind’
4th: Grace Lundbom-’Filter’
4th: Hallie Hanes-’Escalate’
5th: William Huguet-’Sinister Heart’
5th: Sofia Ulloa-’Rainy Days and Mondays’
5th: Trista Brackin-’Marathon’
5th: Laila McGuire-’Albatross’
6th: Isabella Ferrara-’The Choir’
6th: Kieran Holmes-’Hear The Bells’
6th: Camille Reynolds-’Breakout’
7th: Nicole Larson-’Absence of Light’
7th: Fayeth Tippett-’Initiate’
7th: Gracie Booth-’Nature of Life’
7th: Jenna Laurent-’Regenerative’
8th: Arden Peterson-’To This Day’
8th: Avery Pesson-’Make My Cry’
8th: Rylie Rios-’Lost Without You’
8th: Rhylan Robicheaux-’An Evening I Will Not Forget’
9th: Kendall Wenmohs-’Carry You’
9th: Braden Ward-’Drilling An Ocean’
9th: Tessa Horsley-’Reflections’
9th: Reagan Wright-’Unearth’
10th: Libby Jo Parsons-’Free’
10th: Mason Ward-’Stones’
10th: Trent Grappe-’White’
Senior Solo
1st: Sarah Bratby-’Paracosm’
1st: Onye Stevenson-’Sleep’
2nd: Sophia Seymour-’Broken’
2nd: Elizabeth Perry-’Still Standing’
2nd: Damaris Salazar-’Unraveling’
3rd: Charlee Fagan-’Veils’
3rd: Selena Hamilton-’Keep An Eye Out’
3rd: Morgan Manning-’Change Gonna Come’
4th: Natalie Wong-’Tributary’
4th: Jaycee Mya Piper-’Happiness’
4th: Madi Autry-’A Face I Used to Know’
5th: Olivia Abadie-’Drawn To You’
5th: Alexa Williams-’Lost’
5th: Lainey Myers-’You Are The Reason’
6th: Camry Blackhurst-’Airstrike’
6th: Amelia Bradford-’Weightless’
7th: Carissa Dowling-’Lonely’
7th: Kaylie Wood-’The Shift’
8th: Camryn Guarino-’Shout’
8th: Presley Gouge-’Shadow Self’
8th: Isabel Ulloa-’Rose In Flames’
8th: Nyla Staes-’Let Go’
9th: Taelynn Ritchie-’If You Could Do It Again’
9th: Hayden Folse-’Particles’
9th: Sarah Hladky-’Swim’
9th: McKenzie Shaffer-’Whispers’
10th: Caroline Cottrell-’Let Him Go’
10th: Sophia Burns-’Rewind’
10th: Madison Morris-’She Used To Be Mine’
NUbie Duo/Trio
1st: Main Street Dance-’Glow’
Mini Duo/Trio
1st: Project 21-’I Am The Cute One’
2nd: Machita Dance Company-’Let’s Do It’
3rd: The Dance Kollective-’Reflection’
Junior Duo/Trio
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Both of Us’
2nd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Pace of Change’
3rd: Modern Conceptions of Dance-’Deuterium’
3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Spies’
Teen Duo/Trio
1st: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’At Least For Now’
1st: Dance Institute-’Comme Les Anges Volent’
2nd: Main Street Dance-’Destinations’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Alter Ego’
3rd: The Dance Kollective-’Ascending’
3rd: Dance Du Coeur-’Hiding Place’
Senior Duo/Trio
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Exhumed’
1st: Artistic Soul Dance Company-’Sunder’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’I Don’t Believe In Us’
3rd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Wild Love’
NUbie Group
1st: Machita Dance Company-’Land of 1000 Dances’
2nd: Dance Graphics-’Boogie Fever’
3rd: Main Street Dance-’Mom’
Mini Group
1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We Love to Bebop’
2nd: Lancaster Dance Academy-’Want You Back’
3rd: Lancaster Dance Academy-’A Children’s Dream’
Junior Group
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Dreaming’
1st: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Give Me More’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Like Lovers Do’
2nd: Dance Du Coeur-’Scapegoat’
3rd: Dance Du Coeur-’Wind It Up!’
Teen Group
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Tap Is Life’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Killing Me Softly’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’The Heaven Complex’
2nd: Dance Du Coeur-’Truth’
3rd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Hymne a l’amour’
Senior Group
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Before I Go’
2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Letting Go’
3rd: The Dance Kollective-’Give Me Love’
NUbie Line
1st: The Movement Dance Academy-’Crazy In Love’
2nd: Rios Dance-’Anaconda’
Mini Line
1st: Machita Dance Company-’In The Convent’
2nd: Dance Graphics-’Cover Girl’
3rd: Dance Graphics-’Like Jesus’
Junior Line
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Handful of Keys’
2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Bright Horses’
2nd: Dance Du Coeur-’Small Hours’
3rd: The Movement Dance Academy-’War Child’
Teen Line
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’
2nd: Dance Du Coeur-’Leave Me My Name’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Sing It Back’
2nd: Dance Du Coeur-’Somewhere’
3rd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Trust Me Again’
NUbie Extended Line
1st: The Movement Dance Academy-’Strut’
Mini Extended Line
1st: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Blow, Gabriel, Blow’
2nd: Main Street Dance-’Bom Bom Bom’
Junior Extended Line
1st: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Reasonable Doubt’
2nd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Knock On Wood’
3rd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Mean Girls’
Teen Extended Line
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Can’t Pretend’
2nd: Dance De Coeur-’Takeoff’
3rd: The Dance Kollective-’Goliath’
3rd: Tari’s School of Dance-’The Hive’
Senior Extended Line
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Knocking On Heavens Door’
2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’GO!’
Teen Production
1st: Dance Institute-’Valse Romantique’
2nd: Dance Graphics-’What’s Poppin’
3rd: Main Street Dance-’Work Me Down’
High Scores by Performance Division:
NUbie Jazz
1st: Machita Dance Company-’Land of 1000 Dances’
2nd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Crazy In Love’
2nd: Dance Graphics-’Boogie Fever’
3rd: Main Street Dance-’Mom’
NUbie Hip-Hop
1st: The Movement Dance Academy-’Strut’
2nd: Rios Dance-’Anaconda’
NUbie Lyrical
1st: Modern Conceptions of Dance-’Ashes’
Mini Jazz
1st: Lancaster Dance Academy-’Want You Back’
2nd: Machita Dance Company-’Shake;
3rd: Dance Graphics-’Glamorous Life’
Mini Hip-Hop
1st: Avant Dance LLC-’Bad to the Bone’
2nd: Main Street Dance-’Cruising Cuties’
Mini Tap
1st: Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We Love to Bebop’
2nd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Blow, Gabriel, Blow’
3rd: Main Street Dance-’All Aboard’
Mini Contemporary
1st: Lancaster Dance Academy-’A Children’s Dream’
2nd: Avant Dance LLC-’La Vie En Rose’
3rd: Dance Institute-’And So It Begins’
Mini Lyrical
1st: Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Happiness’
2nd: Lancaster Dance Academy-’Sparrow’
3rd: Dance Graphics-’Salvation’
Mini Musical Theatre
1st: Machita Dance Company-’In The Convent’
2nd: Dance Graphics-’It’s Party Time’
3rd: Dance Graphics-’Stupid Cupid’
Junior Jazz
1st: Dance Du Coeur-’Wind It Up!’
2nd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Knock On Wood’
3rd: Dance Graphics-’Tip Toe’
Junior Ballet
1st: Collective Dance Artistry-’Promenade’
2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Marco Polo’
Junior Tap
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Handful of Keys’
2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Finesse’
3rd: Avant Dance LLC-’Seville’
Junior Contemporary
1st: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Give Me More’
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Dreaming’
2nd: Dance Du Coeur-’Scapegoat’
3rd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Unraveling’
Junior Lyrical
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Bright Horses’
1st: Dance Du Coeur-’Small Hours’
2nd: The Movement Dance Academy-’War Child’
3rd: Dance Graphics-’The Light That Never Fails’
Junior Musical Theatre
1st: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Reasonable Doubt’
2nd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Mean Girls’
Junior Specialty
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Like Lovers Do’
2nd: Main Street Dance-’1977′
3rd: Paloma Limas & Company-’My Way’
Teen Jazz
1st: Dance Du Coeur-’Last Dance’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Bringing It Back’
3rd: The Movement Dance Academy-’Vibeology’
Teen Ballet
1st: Dance Institute-’Valse Romantique’
2nd: Dance Institute-’Amore Argentine’
3rd: Collective Dance Artistry-’Sylvia’
Teen Hip-Hop
1st: Dance Graphics-’What’s Poppin’
2nd: Tari’s School of Dance-’Fame and Fortune’
3rd: Main Street Dance-’Pinky Ring’
Teen Tap
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Tap Is Life’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Killing Me Softly’
3rd: Palm Valley Gymnastics and Dance-’Juice’
Teen Contemporary
1st: Dance Du Coeur-’Truth’
1st: Dance Du Coeur-’Leave Me My Name’
2nd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Hymne a l’amour’
3rd: Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’The Path’
Teen Lyrical
1st: Dance Du Coeur-’Somewhere’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Remember Her’
3rd: Creative Dance Studio-’Memory’
3rd: Artistic Dance Project-’Journey’
Teen Musical Theatre
1st: Modern Conceptions of Dance-’Don’t Rain On My Parade’
2nd: Avant Dance LLC-’C’mon Everybody’
Teen Ballroom
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Boss’
2nd: Rios Dance-’Azucar’
Teen Specialty
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’The Heaven Complex’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Sing It Back’
3rd: Collective Dance Artistry-’The One Who Goes Astray’
Senior Jazz
1st: Lancaster Dance Academy-’Gimmie Dat’
2nd: Pivotal Academy of Dance-’Born This Way’
Senior Hip-Hop
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’GO!’
Senior Tap
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’I Wanna Dance’
Senior Contemporary
1st: The Dance Kollective-’Before I Go’
2nd: Artistic Dance Project-’Mother’
3rd: Main Street Dance-’9 Crimes’
Senior Lyrical
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Letting Go’
2nd: The Dance Kollective-’Give Me Love’
3rd: Dance Graphics-’Let You Know’
Senior Specialty
1st: Artistic Dance Project-’Knocking On Heavens Door’
2nd: Texas Academy of Dance Arts-’You Always Hurt The One You Love’
Best NU Groups:
NUbie
The Movement Dance Academy-’Crazy In Love’
Machita Dance Company-’Land of 1000 Dances’
Dance Graphics-’Boogie Fever’
Mini
Dance Graphics-’Salvation’
Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Blow, Gabriel, Blow’
Machita Dance Company-’In The Convent’
Center Stage Performing Arts Studio-’Happiness’
Lancaster Dance Academy-’Want You Back’
Prodigy Dance and Performing Arts Centre-’We Love to Bebop’
Junior
Dance Du Coeur-’Scapegoat’
Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Give Me More’
The Dance Kollective-’Dreaming’
Artistic Dance Project-’Bright Horses’
The Movement Dance Academy-’Unraveling’
Dance Du Coeur-’Small Hours’
Teen
Jean Leigh Academy of Dance-’Hymne a l’amour’
Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’
The Dance Kollective-’Tap Is Life’
Modern Conceptions of Dance-’Distortion’
Collective Dance Artistry-’The One Who Goes Astray’
Dance Du Coeur-’Somewhere’
Machita Dance Company-’Holding On’
Creative Dance Studio-’Memory’
Main Street Dance-’Crash Test Dummies’
Tari’s School of Dance-’The Hive’
Dance Institute-’Valse Romantique’
The Movement Dance Academy-’Trust Me Again’
Dance Graphics-’What’s Poppin’
Senior
Lancaster Dance Academy-’Humanity’
Texas Academy of Dance Arts-’Love Lost’
Main Street Dance-’9 Crimes’
The Dance Kollective-’Before I Go’
Artistic Dance Project-’Letting Go’
Studio Pick:
Dance Graphics-’What’s Poppin’
Lancaster Dance Academy-’Humanity’
Dance Institute-’Valse Romantique’
Artistic Dance Project-’Greed’
Collective Dance Artistry-’The One Who Goes Astray’
Avant Dance LLC-’Clap, Clap’
Modern Conceptions of Dance-’Distortion’
Dance Du Coeur-’Somewhere’
West Austin Dance Academy-’Missionary Man’
The Movement Dance Academy-’Trust Me Again’
The Dance Kollective-’Tap Is Life’
Main Street Dance-’Crash Test Dummies’
Machita Dance Company-’Holding On’
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A Guide to Russian Novices: Ladies
With all the hype for the future of Russian ladies figure skating thanks to Akatieva, Zhilina, Samodelkina and co. I decided to make a guide to Russian novices for anyone who is interested.
2006-2007
Okay, technically these young ladies are already juniors but there is no JGP this season so many of their names are probably still unfamiliar to you, in addition, I really like a few of them and I need others to join the hype!
Sofia Samodelkina - Placed fourth at Junior Russian Nationals last year and won the Junior Russian Cup Final. if you watched Junior Russian Test Skates you will probably know Sofia and why I was really looking forward to her entrance at the JGP. Sofia has a pretty consistent 3A in her resume, as well as planned 4S! But jumps aside, it is her skating that I really enjoy. Her step sequences are flowing, matched to the music and she makes sure to throw in good performances and expressions in between every element.
FS - https://youtu.be/bFY9HLyPGRw (she manages to change character between the calm and elegant “Snowtorm” to the excited and dramatic “Masquerade” very fast and perform both roles well. I literally love this program so much despite the music cut).
Birthday: February 18, 2007
Coach: Sergei Davydov
Sofia Muravyeva - my second-favorite junior (behind Usacheva and just ahead of Valieva and Samodelkina). Her results aren’t as amazing as her peers but oh my god is she expressive! I actually started really liking her skating two years ago, mostly because I enjoyed her programs and appreciated her lovely skating skills and spins. Her recent move to Plushenko seems to have done much good for her though, as her program components and interpretation of the music have shot up to the top of the junior field. Also, her dresses are simply exquisite.
SP (this season) - https://youtu.be/0B90QyVDkUU (yes, choosing Ne Me Quitte Pas for a junior was probably a strange decision, but her skating! Her skating is beautiful! Her expression is beautiful! Her spins are beautiful!)
FS (this season) - https://youtu.be/QtoiWwebdVQ (ignore that one spin fail please)
“Primavera” - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvXvAqDKaB0
Birthday: August 4, 2006
Coach: Evgeni Plushenko
Elizaveta Osokina - she gained a lot of attention (and deserves to gain more) because of her amazing performances at Russian Junior Test Skates. Liza’s SS are definitely some of the best in the junior ladies field, and her programs are choreographed excellently. In addition, she has great spin positions, lovely and dynamic jumps and good expressiveness. Definitely one to look out for:
Test Skates SP - https://youtu.be/XW3znd9pDyg?t=367
Test Skates FS - https://youtu.be/aKmczpiH2tI?t=341
Birthday: December 18, 2006
Coach: Elena Buyanova
Adelya Petrosyan - also a pretty well-known junior. Adelia won the third stage of the Junior Russian Cup this season, and placed sixth at Junior Russian Nationals last season. She has really great spins, amazing flexibility, fast skating, and wonderful attention to detail. I especially enjoy the fact that all her programs have been very different from one another and yet, she manages to perform them all well. Her short programs from the this season and last season are particularly enjoyable:
SP (this season) - https://youtu.be/3W9sQeDb1CA
SP (last season) - https://youtu.be/wHY6riHJMWI
Birthday: June 5, 2007
Coach: Eteri Tutberidze
2007-2008
Sofia Akatieva - most likely going to be the “star” of this generation. She recently won two stages on the Russian Cup Stage, and was the silver medalist at Junior Russian Nationals last year. Sofia will probably fight with Kamila Valieva and Sofia Samodelkina for the title of “junior champion”. She gained a lot of attention in the past few days for landing a 3A+3T in the short program and a 3A plus two ripponed 4Ts (one in combination with a +2T). Besides consistent quads and 3A, Sofia is considered to be a pretty “full package skater”.
SP (this season) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZoWpdvAFkc
FS (this season) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwKsV-BYufo (here’s the clip where she lands 2 4Ts with rippon and a 3A)
Birthday: July 7, 2007
Coach: Eteri Tutberidze
Elizaveta Berestovskaya - participated in the first season of Ice Age Kids and won first place. Liza is mostly kown for being very expressive and for having landed several 4T in practice and in competition. I enjoy her dedication to performing a program even despite any mistakes and she is definitely a very charming skater. My favorite programs from her include:
FS - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nu-D65MMUU0 (she fell on the opening 4T, but the rest of the program is great!)
Ice Age Kids version of her FS: https://youtu.be/smedb7kmNjI?t=84
“Apres Toi” - https://youtu.be/MGnaJfkBaAM?t=89
Birthday: December 8, 2007
Coach: Sergei Davydov
Veronika Zhilina - recently just won silver at the fourth stage of the Russian Cup. She’s pretty well known for her wonderful jump technique, with a deep outside edge lutz and minimal peroration on all toe jumps. In addition, she has 3A, 4T and 4Lz in her arsenal. Her quad toe loop, in particular, is very impressive for the effortlessness of the entry and the height it gets.
SP (this season) - https://youtu.be/07VUrNLUpdc
Birthday: May 15, 2008
Coach: Evgeni Plushenko
Alina Gorbacheva - recently just won third place at the fourth stage of the Russian Cup. She actually just came off of an injury apparently, but from watching her skating you could not tell. I especially enjoyed her short program last season, you can see her musicality shine through her skating.
SP (last season, notice how the beginning of the program is completely structured to the music) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r18tJDCt2GM
SP (this season, lovely skating, very lyrical and mature for her age) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLd9Lldq4KQ
Birthday: July 23, 2007
Coach: Sofia Fedchenko
Elizaveta Kulikova - participated in the second season of Ice Age Kids and made it to the finals. Very mature for her age, and she has pretty good skating skills and spins. Honestly, I find some of her performances from Ice Age to be more captivating than those in competition, but I think it’s more the fault of choreography (I think her programs are ice age may have been choreographed, or at least bits of it were, by Averbukh).
Just watch her rendition of Meditation at only 11 years of age, simply beautiful - https://youtu.be/uk5KaCwx3-M?t=79
And another charming skate to “Doctor Zhivago” - https://youtu.be/gaAGAiH_jBc?t=105
Birthday: February 2, 2008
Coach: Sergei Davydov
2008-2009
Sofia Titova - won first place at the Junior Championship of Russia last season. She’s moderately well known for her powerful jumps. Her skating is very fast, but I feel like work could be done to improve flow or emotional connection. Nonetheless, a talented individual with possible quads or 3As in the future to look out for in the future.
SP - https://youtu.be/rVacchcirtQ?t=84
FS - https://youtu.be/jY-t0vtwHjg?t=4
Birthday: January 27, 2009
Coach: Evgeni Plushenko
Ksenia Melkumova - participated in the second season of Ice Age Kids and won third place. Ksenia is my favorite from the novices, because of how expressive she is and her amazing skating skills. She struggles with jumps still, but if one were to purely evaluate skating of Russian ladies, she’d be way up there. Here are some of my favorite performances from her:
“Crack of Doom” - https://youtu.be/u1xAftGyM88?t=60 (this is literally crack, it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, but the pure amount of joy and expression she puts into it makes it amazing).
“Fire Dance” - https://youtu.be/G-jW9pAuJAw?t=78 or the competition version - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcSp_7gr3js&t=96s
“Comme Toi” - https://youtu.be/bZd5qFvTrug?t=46
To be honest, all her performances at Ice Age Kids were great, I just found these to be more interesting or captivating.
Birthday: May 1, 2009
Coach: Igor Lyutikov
Lyubov Rubtsova - participated in the second season of Ice Age Kids and won second place. She used to be coached by Sergei Davydov, but is now under Eteri Tutberidze. Also she landed 3A a couple of months ago. I’m not a huge fan of any of her programs, but here are her programs from last season.
SP - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stedggF0akc
FS - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeN7ECECj_o
This program from Ice Age Kids is pretty nice too - https://youtu.be/r2sp_kLPJz4?t=52
Birthday: February 2, 2009
Coach: Eteri Tutberidze
2009-2010
Sofia Dzepka - won third at the Junior Championship of Russia last season. I also really like Sofia’s skating and she’s probably my second favorite (behind Melkumova). Her skating skills are great and her jumps look to be pretty great too (I especially love the spread eagle - 2A - spread eagle). I really enjoyed her programs last season (though the step sequence is the same for some reason?):
SP - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7xMzFVl9N4&t=3s (she did fall on the 3F, but this is the video with best quality sorry)
FS - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6iFNR49GSQ
Birthday: August 7, 2009
Coach: Elena Buyanova
Sofia Shifrina - placed sixth at the Junior Championship of Russia last season. I haven’t be super impressed by her programs so far, looks like her basics are good though.
SP - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vA6m_N91dhM
FS 1 - https://youtu.be/wcVJGVsAQCg (gorgeous costume!)
FS 2 - https://youtu.be/Czv--DKj5Qg
Birthday: August 11, 2009
Coach: Svetlana Panova
Anastasia Marasanova - won second at the Junior Championship of Russia last season. Fun fact, I didn’t even know about her before taking on this project! However, I actually really enjoy her skating, it’s very fun and expressive.
SP - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7b_yXJxuZ8
FS - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn3biVzeFPA
Birthday: October 27, 2009
Coach: Olga Efimova
2011-2012
Elena Kostyleva - a prodigy. She’s still very young, but so very talented! She has 3Lz+3Lo too. Jumps aside, I actually find just her skating very charming, though she does lose some stamina in the second half, she’s only 10, so that’s not an issue at all.
FS - https://youtu.be/A0ErWmUPUkM?t=303
These are only the skaters who have gotten some of the best results, but I had to cut out introductions for a ton of other super talented skaters. Others that I think have great potential include:
Maria Paramonova
Maria Dmitrieva
Sofia Vazhonva
Maria Zakharova
Anyways, have fun discovering new novices to care about! I hope this project shows everyone that the future of Russian figure skating won’t be just a jump fest, but a strong competition with many skaters who have superb artistry and skating skills.
#figure skating#introduction post#I was bored#sorry#eteri tutberidze#evgeni plushenko#melkumova's SS >>>>>
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I’m Ready Now (Pt.2) - Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: You don’t remember when you started falling in love with Steve. What you do know is that with each year that passed by you fell even more in love with him. Despite the years of friendship and special nights spent together, there were constant mixed signal tossed left and right which made you doubt. One day everything changes and you find yourself going through a major life altering moment.
Warnings: 1 curse words, good amount of angst, a tiny bit of fluff? Talks about breaking down.
Word count: 3,112
Prologue - Part 1
A/N: THANK YOU all so much for the likes, comments, and especially the re-blogs! It means the world to me! I will continue to tag you guys just in case my post isn’t appearing under the tags. (I’ll keep on trying though.)
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- The story takes place after the Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron, but minus Civil War. Hope that helps.
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Five months later you found yourself standing in an empty alleyway, behind an abandoned office, staring at the one an only Bucky Barnes.
“You know he won’t stop looking for you, right.”
“I know.”
“I tried telling him that you still need time. Time to rediscover yourself if you will.”
“He’s stubborn.”
“Oh, I know.” You shook your head fondly. “You should at least talk to him, give him something. Anything will do. He, he just needs some peace of mind.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” You pushed, but Bucky stayed silent.
“Bu- can I call you Bucky? Or do you prefer James?”
“Bucky is fine.”
“If you really need time and space, I get that. I really do, but Steve won’t. He won’t rest until he knows you’re safe. Until he can talk to you.”
“M’not ready. I just-
“(Y/N) do you copy?” Bucky stiffened as he heard Steve over the comms. You pressed your finger to your ear while keeping an eye on Bucky.
“I do.” Bucky looked at you with desperation in his eyes and started shaking his head.
“Where are you? I lost track of Bucky! Do you see him? I saw him running in your direction.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry Steve, I- I lost track of him. I’ll meet you at our rendezv-”
“No! Stay put! I’ll catch up with you, maybe we can still find him.”
“Roger that Rogers.”
You put your face in your hands, shaking your head. “He will be here any moment. You should go while you still can.”
“Why. Why are you doing this for me?” Bucky asked you.
“Because… because if he wants to have his best fri- his brother back, you need to be ready. And you can’t exactly focus on yourself if you’re constantly being chased.” Bucky narrowed his eyes, trying to read you.
“You like him, don’t you?” Bucky asked, showing hints of a tiny smile. You tried your best to hold back the blush creeping up your cheeks.
“I never said that.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Look, the way I see it, the faster you heal the sooner you’ll return to Steve.”
“(Y/N)!” You heard Steve shout but didn’t see him anywhere. You turned back to Bucky.
“Please don’t tell him we talked.”
“I won’t, but you have to promise to reach out to him as soon as you’re ready.” Bucky simply nodded. “Now, go.”
“Thank you… (Y/N).” With that Bucky took off at an impressing speed, faster than you have ever seen Steve run.
“(Y/N)! There you are! Come on let’s go.” You didn’t even get the chance to argue before Steve grabbed your wrist and basically dragged you through the streets of Romania.
He kept running for a good three minutes and you were pretty sure he didn’t realize that he was still holding on to your hand.
“Steve.” You panted, your lungs burning and your wrist sore, but you don’t think he heard you so you tried again.
“Steve!” Still no response from him.
“STEVE!” You shouted, ripping yourself from his grasp.
Steve turned to look at you, taking in your current state. Face bright red from the exertion, your hair was sticking to your forehead from the sweat, and your hand over your chest as you took in deep breaths trying to regulate your heart.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, I just got caught up with trying to find Bucky and,” Steve swallowed hard, starting to feel guilty for forcing you to keep up with him knowing that you weren’t super soldier like him.
“We lost him… again. Dammit! I… I lost him,” Steve murmured as he shook away the tears. You felt your heart twist knowing you were the reason he felt so distraught, but you also knew Bucky needed time.
“Hey, don’t give up now,” you whispered encouragingly, “he just needs time. Time to readjust and figure himself out.”
“How can you be so sure? What if he hates me and that’s the reason he’s running away?” He swallowed painfully.
“Okay, first of all, why would he hate you?”
“Cause I couldn’t save him from HYDRA.”
“I am a a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t have saved you if he hated you Steve.” You took a deep breath, using the time to collect your thoughts, in hopes to gently explain the situation to Steve.
“I read the files, you know, on the ‘Winter Soldier.’ From what I read, it’s a lot Steve. Too much. I would run away too. You have to understand that it’s a lot for him to handle at the moment. He doesn’t know who to trust and-”
“He can trust me! Why doesn’t he trust me?” Steve exclaimed as more tears welled up in his eyes.
You reached out to him and gently started rubbing his back in comfort.
“Stevie, he’s been through so much. He doesn’t remember anything. He’s been tortured, his memories scrambled and erased. He hasn’t seen the real world nor has he interacted with real human beings who don’t have some villainous master plan up their sleeve. He most likely wants to rediscover himself without anyone interfering.”
When he didn’t look up at you and just kept quiet you decided to continue.
“Steve, it will be okay. I promise.”
“How can you be so sure?” He asked you as a tear streamed down his cheek.
“I just know it. I do. Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“The trust me when I say he will come around. Now come on.”
Steve nodded and decided it was best to head back to the Avenger’s Jet you left near the forest. You both turned around started walking back where you came from. You looked up at Steve, despite the somber look he had, he still looked so handsome.
How had you ignored it for so long? He was true beauty in the purest form. Plump lips that you would love to kiss and sparkling eyes where you wouldn’t mind getting lost in. Also, why did he have better eyelashes then you? What you wouldn’t do to have his eyelashes, but you wouldn’t also do to hold him, to have your hand against his jaw. To have him lean in your touch. To run your hands through his soft hair, as you pulled him close to you in a warm and loving embrace.
Bucky was right, you did like him. More than liked him, but you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself. You didn’t think you were ready. Plus, he had never shown any signs of liking you.
You chose to look away before he caught you staring and opted to look at the ground instead, when something caught your attention.
You walked towards an empty wooden crate where you saw a folded piece of paper, too clean, almost untouched, which only meant one thing.
Steve watched you as you trailed to the left picking up a white piece of paper, your eyebrows scrunching in confusion before realization washed over your eyes.
“Steve… I think Bucky left this behind after we ran after him.” You turned to him, handing him the piece of paper
Steve grabbed it with a slight tremor in his hand and began reading it.
Blonde man. Grant? Maybe.
Steve. Enemy?
Friend. When? Where?
I had another dream. The blonde man, Steve, happens to be there too, but there was a woman this time. She was real pretty too. Dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes, just like Steve’s. Here name was Savannah. Sylvia. Sofia? No.
She keeps on reappearing in my dreams. Always gives me food, hot chocolate, hugs. Warmth. Yells at Steve. Same thing. “Steve Grant Rogers, when will you stop this? You can’t keep getting into fights sweetie. It’s no good for you.” Sierra?
Except last night, when she appeared in my dreams again, in white like an angel. This time Sara something different. “Thank you, Bucky. Thank you for keeping my boy safe.” She’s been appearing more and more after I saved the man’s life. Sara.
Sarah. Steve. Home.
Time. I need time.
By the time Steve finished reading he started shaking, trying to hold in the sobs that threaten to break him apart.
“It’s a sign. It’s his way of telling us he’s not ready yet. He left this for us.”
“H-how do you k-know?” Steve questioned not caring that his voice kept on cracking with emotion.
“The paper is clean with no dirt, rips, water spots, or sign of deterioration, meaning it couldn’t have been there more than a couple of hours. It rained yesterday and this morning it was humid, but it cleared up later in the day, so it must have been put here not too long ago.”
You read the note again and started to point at the paper as you explained to Steve what you thought.
“It’s clear that he’s trying to piece his memories back together. At first, it’s simple, short, but you can tell that he’s starting to remember. He’s trying to piece things together. The woman, I’m assuming she was your mother?”
“Yeah. She was.”
“With or without the H?”
“H?”
“This memory that he wrote, he talks about your mother. The first time he tried to remember her name he wrote down a name that begins with the letter S. Savannah. Too long, too many letters, but it if you look at it,” you start pointing to the name, “it starts with an S and ends with an H. The next few names start to get shorter in length, so to speak, but the sounds they create are all wrong. Until he writes Sierra. He’s getting closer, but it’s still wrong because he scratched it off just like the other names.
It’s not until he has a different dream about her. This must have triggered something in him. Something positive, because now he writes the name Sara, and he doesn’t scratch if off, and he write her name again. And I think he finally pieced more memories together, because he writes Sarah with an H, followed by your name. So, he knows it’s either with or without an H, I’m assuming an H?”
When you looked up at Steve you noticed that he was staring at you intently.
“I’m sorry I know I ramble a lo-”
“No! Sorry, I mean no, you don’t ramble. And it is with an H.” Steve finished quietly. Steve saw the look in your eyes and waited for you to continue.
“He wrote this entry a while ago, but he must have recently added to it. He must have added ‘Time. I need time,’ just now because the ink is smudged and a darker color. Don’t you see Steve!”
Steve just kept staring at you like you were the stars that would guide him home. Of course, you didn’t notice too caught up in the fact that Bucky had actually left something for Steve.
“He left this for you! He knows you’re looking for him, he knows who you are! He just needs time. If he didn’t plan on ever seeing you again, he wouldn’t have left this for you! He wouldn’t have written ‘Home!’ This means he will find you when he’s ready because he knows you’re his home.”
After hearing your words Steve couldn’t hold in anymore and broke down. He looked at you and not taking it anymore pulled you in. He hugged you, holding on to you, afraid as if he let you go you would disappear like Bucky.
His hug took you by surprise but once you reacted you wrapped your arms around his waist. You did your best to hold him tight and let him know you were there for him, to give him some form of comfort and peace.
You felt him sink to the floor but didn’t let him go, on the contrary you held him closer to you. The more you held onto him and the stronger your embrace became the more he shook with sobs. You felt the tears well up and you desperately tried blinking them away, but you couldn’t them back when he let out whimper, which then turned into broken cries.
“It’s okay Stevie, it’s okay. Just let it all out.”
You don’t know how long you sat there with him but you didn’t mind. You told yourself you would be there for him and you wanted to keep that promise.
More time passed before Steve, finally calmed down. He would sniffle from time to time but he was calmer now.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to overste-”
“You didn’t and I’m glad you trust me enough to let yourself go. I mean, to let out all your emotions.” You grabbed his face, gently wiping the tears from his face. You gave him a soft smile and leaned in to peck his forehead.
“Never apologize for letting go of what you have been bottling up inside you. It’s not healthy. And ‘it’s okay to not be okay.’ It’s okay to be upset or angry or whichever feeling you’re feeling. You’re allowed to feel the way you do and no one should invalidate that. We all have things that make us cry, no matter how big or small. And you definitely had every right to do so. Like I said, I’m just glad you trust me enough to do so in front of me.”
“God, you are just- you’re so- you’re amazing. You know that?”
“I didn’t know, but you can tell me again.” You tried to joke, which worked, causing Steve to let out a small laugh.
“Well you are more than amazing and I can’t thank you enough. I mean it (Y/N). You didn’t have to, but you’ve been helping me find Bucky for the last couple of months. You’ve dropped everything on the day that I would ask for your help and I don’t know what I would have done without your support. So, thank you.”
You felt your heart beat uncontrollably and you hoped he didn’t hear it. You knew he was grateful to have your support as a friend but how you wished he meant it as more than a friend.
“You don’t have to thank me Steve. I hope you know that I will always be here for you.” He smiled at you, that beautiful smile that as of late has started to give you butterflies.
“If I didn’t know before I definitely do now.”
You started at each other for a while before he pulled you in for another hug. Once he pulled away, he grabbed your hand and continued making your way back.
“Steve?”
“Yeah doll?” You bit your lip in hopes to hide the blush and smile that threaten to form. This was the first time he called you doll and it made you giddy.
“Um, I was wondering, since we’re in Europe already, if we can we stop by Paris before heading back? There’s this great bakery I know! I was thinking we could grab a couple of pastries and enjoy them over at Jardin Villemin?”
Steve looked down at you and asked himself. How could he ever say no to you? How could he ever say no to the woman with the beautiful smile. The woman whose eyes are brighter than any constellation he’s ever seen, and whose heart is full of compassion and love. And without knowing it yet, the woman who makes his life brighter, better.
“Anything you want doll.” You grinned at him, excited to spend some time in Paris with Steve.
Steve was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been a week since the incident in Romania and Steve was left feeling confused. This wasn’t the first time but it was the first time he decided to acknowledge it.
You’re sweet and caring personality definitely took him by surprise. You had this energy, the way you carried yourself. You just radiated warmth. You were always so willing to help and you always did it with a smile on your face. You were a true optimist, always trying to lighten up any situation.
You were motherly towards Wanda and Peter. You always watched out for Tony, always made sure he was eating and sleeping. You made sure Natasha felt loved and appreciated, made sure she felt like the most virtuous woman in the world.
Steve knew that you were one of a kind, but what he wasn’t so sure of was the way you made him feel. Did he actually like you or did he appreciate the time he spent with you? Was it you that made his heart race or was it the situation you two always seemed to find yourselves in? Which were missions.
Steve wasn’t so sure. What he did know was that you made him feel different. You made him feel like he was cared for, like someone finally noticed him. With you he didn’t have to pretended everything was okay, didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t lost. With you he could be vulnerable.
Steve valued you, he truly did. He just didn’t know how yet, whether it was as a teammate, a friend or something else. When did you start making him feel this way? When had you wormed his way into his thoughts?
Sure, you were gorgeous and there were probably many men who thought about you, but you were more than a pretty face. You had courage, strength, determination, and most importantly, you were resilient.
What you had done for him last week, they way you held him and brought him hope, it made his heart burst with gratitude. No one had ever done that for him, not even Natasha who he’s very close with. Then again, he never opened up to her the way he had with you.
Steve grunts in frustration, not knowing how to feel about you, but knowing enough to do something about it. He grabs his phone from his night stand and pulls up your contact.
‘Hey doll. Are you busy tomorrow night?’
‘Hey! I’m free after 7pm. Why you ask?’
Steve debated for a few seconds but quickly started typing before he lost his nerve.
‘Want to go out for dinner? My treat.’
‘Yeah, I would like that. Can we leave at 7:30 tho? I would need to get ready.’
‘7:30 it is.’
‘Awesome! I’ll see you then! Good night Steve!’
‘Good night doll. Sweet dreams. 😊’
He put his phone on his night stand and closed his eyes, smiling as he thought about tomorrow night.
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2020 English Playlist
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL77pv5URcE8ZBT4DTVUYXWSn9BPeC4JOL
In English:
100 Ways - Jackson Wang
21 - Gracie Abrams
88rising
♪ from their album Head in the Clouds ♬
History
La Cienega
♪ from their album Head in the Clouds II ♬
2 the Face
La La Lost You
Need Is Your Love
Aliso - Dylan Jordan
A Little Messed Up - June
All the Stars - Kendrick Lamar & SZA
All You Need to Know - Gryffin & Slander & Calle Lehmann
Are You Bored Yet? - Wallows & Clairo
Ariana Grande
Goodnight n Go
Stuck with U
♪ from her album Positions ♬
Just Like Magic
Motive
Positions
At Least I Look Cool - Sasha Sloan
Au/ra
Broken
Ideas
Ava Max
Kings & Queens
Slow Dance
BØRNS
American Money
Faded Heart
Past Lives
Baby I’m Yours - Arctic Monkeys
Backyard Boy - Claire Rosinkranz
Bad - Lennon Stella
Bad Idea - pxzvc & Shiloh Dynasty
Bad Ideas - Tessa Violet
Bedsheets - Tia
Be Okay - Jordan Fisher
Blackbear
♪ from his album everything means nothing ♬
Half Alive
If I Were U
me & ur ghost
Queen of Broken Hearts
Boy Pablo
Beach House
Dance, Baby!
Hey Girl
Breaking Me - Topic & A7S
Breathe Again - Corbyn
Bright Side of the Moon - Christian French
Broken Hearts - Davai & Lovespeake
Broken Record - Golden
Busy - Axel Mansoor
Call - Ocean Heights
Cancer - Twenty One Pilots
Candy Choppa - Warrenisyellow & Chasu
Cardiac Arrest - Bad Suns
Carsick - Maro
Cheat Codes
Between Our Hearts
Stay
Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
Cigarettes - Carlie Hanson
Clean - Hey Violet
Cologne - Alec Wigdahl
Come Through - Eric Nam
Conan Gray
♪ from his album Kid Krow ♬
Affluenza
Checkmate
Comfort Crowd
Fight or Flight
Little League
Wish You Were Sober
Cool Out - Imagine Dragons
Cutepink - Lukey & Raphael
Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood
Daydreamer - Kidsnot$aints
dhruv
Double Take
Moonlight
Doin’ Time - Lana Del Rey
Do You Love Me - Stephanie Poetri
Dreams Where Ur Murdered - X Lovers
Drunk Me - Davin Kingston
Dua Lipa
Un Dia (One Day)
♪ from her album Future Nostalgia ♬
Break My Heart
Love Again
Far Away - Qaayel, Cnebce
Far Away - Utah & Kyl
Fletcher
♪ from her album The S(ex) Tapes ♬
If I Hated You
Shh… Don’t Say It
Silence
The One
Free Love - Honne
Gallant
♪ from his album Sweet Insomnia ♬
Compromise
Sweet Insomnia
Get You - Daniel Caesar & Kali Uchis
Golden Dandelions - Barns Courtney
Halsey
Be Kind
Graveyard
Harry Styles
♪ from his album Fine Line ♬
Sunflower, Vol. 6
Watermelon Sugar
Heat Waves - Glass Animals
Hell and High Water - Major Lazer & Diplo & Alessia Cara
Holiday - Lil Nas X
Homage - Mild High Club
Honey - Tyler Sellers
Hot Tub Dream Machine - Tobi Lou
Hummingbird - Mark Diamond
Hush - Ricky Himself & Kailee Morgue
I Don’t Know Why (Ellis Remix) - NOTD & Astrid S & Ellis
I Don’t Want No Champagne - Chimmi
i go high, you go low - Matt Sato
ily (I Love You Baby) - Surf Mesa & Emilee
Intentions - Justin Bieber & Quavo
Isaac Dunbar
God, This Feels Good
Intimate Moments
Miss America
Woman On the Hills
♪ from his album Isaac’s Insects ♬
Comme Des Garcons
Makeup Drawer
Scorton’s Creek
Jaden
♪ from his album CTV3: Cool Tape Vol. 3 ♬
Everything
Falling for You
LUCY!
Joji
♪ from his album Nectar ♬
Daylight
Gimme Love
Pretty Boy
Run
July on Film - Zeauxi
Just Buried! - iamnotshane
Justice Carradine
Limbo
Necessary Evil
K/DA
♪ from their album All Out ♬
More
Villain
Keshi
Don’t Leave
♪ from his album always ♬
Always
Drunk
Khalid
Be Like That
Off the Grid
Suncity
Lauv
Mine (You Can’t Find Love in Mollywood)
Slow Grenade
Who
Little Mix
♪ from their album Confetti ♬
Not a Pop Song
Sweet Melody
Loneliness for Love - lovelytheband
Lonely - Finding Hope
Lostboycrow
Candy Wine
Devil’s in the Backseat
The World’s Always Been Ending
Lotus Inn - Why Don’t We
Love Birds - wimp
Love in My Pocket - Rich Brian & Eaj
Love Lost - Harbour
Love Me Like a Friend - Fly By Midnight
Mad at Disney - Salem Ilese
Madison Beer
All Day and Night
Hurts Like Hell
Selfish
Magic in the Hamptons - Lil Yachty & Social House
MAX
Naked
Take Over
♪ from his album Colour Vision ♬
Blueberry Eyes
New Life
Working for the Weekend
Medicine - Shawn Wasabi & Tia Scola
Monsta X
♪ from their album All About Luv ♬
Got My Number
Happy Without Me
Love U
Moonmap - Meego
My Favourite Clothes - Rini
Natalie Don’t - Raye
Neon Trees
♪ from their album I Can Feel You Forgetting Me ♬
New Best Friend
Nights
New Hope Club
Paycheck
Worse
♪ from their album New Hope Club ♬
Flight Away
Just to Find Love
Know Me Too Well
Remember
We Broke Up in a Dream
Next to You - Becky G & Digital Farm Animals & Rvssian
Nico Collins
Happy?
Our Way Out
We’ll Never Make It
Niki
Dancing with the Devil
I Like U
Spell
Sugarplum Elegy
Vintage
♪ from her album Moonchild ♬
Nightcrawlers
Plot Twist
Tide
Ok On Your Own - mxmtoon & Carly Rae Jepsen
Older - Shallou & Daya & Felix Cartal
On the Low - Justin Park
Paradise - Lil Uzi Vert
Paragraphs - Luke Chiang
Peach Tree Rascals
Mariposa
Not Ok
Pink Sweat$
At My Worst
Icy
Play Date - Melanie Martinez
Post Malone (GATTUSO Remix) - Sam Feldt & RANI
Pure Imagination - Unclenathannn & Shiloh Dynasty
Quinn XCII
♪ from his album A Letter To My Younger Self ♬
Coffee
Sleep While I Drive
R3HAB
Am I the Only One
Dream of You
Make Friends
One More Dance
Whiplash
Rabbit Hole - AViVA
Real Love - Rei Brown
Rockets - Waki
Ruel
Empty Love
Up to Something
Runaway - Tiffany Young & Babyface
San Francisco - Galantis & Sofia Carson
Scrambled - Havelock
Selena Gomez
Boyfriend
It Ain’t Me
Shawn Mendes
♪ from his album Wonder ♬
305
Teach Me How to Love
Someone Else - Duncan Laurence
Space Makes Me Sad - Fiji Blue
Splash - Public
Star City Cafe - Hevel & Evito
Stay with Me - ayokay & Jeremy Zucker
Sunlight - Maty Noyes
Surf. - Wave to Earth
Take Yourself Home - Troye Sivan
Tell Me U Luv Me - Juice WRLD & Trippie Red
Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish
The Vamps
Burn
Hair Too Long
Part of Me
Tiffany Day
Clout Chaser
Commitment Issues
Gonna Be Okay
Time Flies - Drake
Tomorrow Tonight - Loote
Up All Night - Clevt
ur just a fan - Suggi
Watching You Walk Away - Stephen Puth
Will Jay
♪ from his album Perfectionist ♬
Must Be Nice
Talking to Myself
Writing a Song Pt. 1
Yellow Roses - Charlie Powers
Young Heart - Kara Marni & Russ
Zayn
Rumors
Scripted
In Spanish:
Clandestina - FILV & Edmofo & Emma Petersz
Electronic:
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Torture
part three in the undercover series
summary: When you get abducted, and then tortured. OA and Maggie rush to save your life.
“You stupid bitch,” Sofia grumbled, punching you hard in the stomach; you heard a crack. A groan came from your lips as Sofia glared at you, the pain shot up your side as you tried to pull your tied leg.
“It’s been two months,” You growled out, “Why haven’t you killed me?” You spat, and she smirked; grabbing your chin and digging her long red nails into your pale face.
“Because I need to know what you have told the FBI.” She smirked, “And until then, I will keep you alive.” She pushed you back, making your back crack against the wall.
A yelp came out of your lips as blood spilt down you cut lip, you spat out “Go to hell.” A sadistic smile tugged at her lips, as someone else entered the room. A man 6′2 smirks as he watched the pain flash through your eyes.
“You first.” She answered, before walking to the door. “Keep an eye on her, don't let her go.” She warned, giving you a quick glance before slamming the door behind her.
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OA and Maggie kept on driving around, “There is nothing here.” Maggie groaned in frustration, her earpiece crackling to life.
“Maggie, turn right at this corner.” Kristen ordered, and Maggie quickly turned to the right. OA went to the right, holding onto the passenger grab-handle. Maggie gave him an apologetic smile. “Keep going, there should be a warehouse.” Kristen speaks.
“Yeah, I see it. Thanks Kristen.” She answered, pulling the gear back. She put in park, as OA clicked his gun safety off; and heading out. S.W.A.T followed close behind, firstly they knocked but got no answer.
“Federal Agents!”
“FBI!” They shouted as they knocked down the door, it fell backwards hitting the floor at full speed as someone let out a shot. A body fell forward, and a groan emitted from the small room.
Maggie quickly and strategically stepped across the body and cleared the rest of the warehouse. “Y/N.” Maggie said softly, spotting you chained up in the middle of the room. “OA, little help?” She questioned, as she pulled at the chains.
OA used his strength to lift you, missing any of your wounds. “Y/N, stay awake.” OA spoke, and you try to give him a weak smile but all you felt was pain.
“I need medics in here, now.” Maggie ordered through her comms. You felt your eyes close, while a content smile forms on your lips. “Y/N, Y/N!” You heard Maggie shout out, but you were too far gone.
“It’s okay, I’ve got her.” OA softly spoke, before your head hit the ground. The medics rushed in, and felt for a pulse.
“She's got a weak pulse, we need to get her too the hospital now.” The male EMT ordered, and OA nodded, he quickly picked you up and headed out. Maggie knew she had to process the scene before leaving.
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ULRIKE OTTINGER
Mercredi 21 octobre à 19h (heure de Paris)
Wednesday October 21, 7pm (Paris time)
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C’est d’abord à Constance (Allemagne), où elle ouvrit très jeune un atelier, puis à Paris, où elle vécut entre 1962 et début 1969, qu’Ulrike Ottinger a reçu sa formation intellectuelle et artistique. Artiste proche des nouvelles figurations narratives, elle étudia les techniques de la gravure dans l’atelier de Johnny Friedlaender tout en assistant à des conférences, notamment de Claude Lévi- Strauss, Louis Althusser et Pierre Bourdieu. Elle écrit son premier scénario Le double tiroir mongol en 1966.
De retour en Allemagne de l'Ouest, elle fonde avec l’Université de Constance le filmclub visuell en 1969, en même temps que la galerie et maison d’édition galeriepress (présentant entre autres Wolf Vostell, Richard Hamilton, David Hockney). Avec l’actrice et figure lesbienne Tabea Blumenschein, elle réalise son premier film en 1972-1973, Laoocon et fils. Installée à Berlin en 1973 elle tourne un documentaire sur le happening Berlinfever-Wolf Vostell. Après avoir célébré le retour sur la scène berlinoise de la grande performeuse, mime et danseuse des années 1920 Valeska Gert (L’enchantement des marins bleus, 1975), Ottinger fait de Tabea Blumenschein la figure-culte de Madame X (1977). On la retrouve dans deux des films de la Trilogie berlinoise, composée de Aller jamais retour (1979), Freak Orlando (1981) et Dorian Gray dans le miroir de la presse à scandale (1984). Filmée dans les ruines industrielles de la ville, cette trilogie réunit Magdalena Montezuma, Veruschka von Lehndorff, Eddie Constantine, Kurt Raab, Peer Raben et bien sûr Delphine Seyrig. Celle-ci jouera son dernier rôle dans le merveilleux Johanna d’Arc of Mongolia réalisé en Mongolie en 1989.
La collaboration entre Delphine Seyrig et Ulrike Ottinger est l’un des points forts de l’exposition Muses Insoumises/Defiant Muses (curatrices : Nataša Petrešin-Bachelez et Giovanna Zapperi), qui s’est tenue jusqu’au 17/7/20 au Reina Sofia de Madrid.
En plus des fictions, Ulrike Ottinger a consacré de longues périodes à la recherche pour ses films documentaires qui l’ont menée en Chine (de China. The Arts-The People (1985)’ jusqu’à Exile Shanghai (1997)), ou en Europe du Sud-Est (dont Southeast Passage, 2002, montré à la Documenta 11 d’Okwui Enwezor en 2002). Ottinger s’attache à filmer le Berlin d’après la chute du mur, tourne également à Vienne (Prater, 2007), en Corée (L’armoire de mariage coréenne, 2009) ou au Japon (Under Snow, 2011). Elle s’engage sur les traces d’Adalbert von Chamisso et des explorateurs des 18-19e siècles filmant durant trois mois dans le détroit de Bering (L’ombre de Chamisso, un film de 12h, et une exposition à la Bibliothèque nationale de Berlin). Entre 2017 et 2019, elle a réalisé son Paris Calligrammes, film présenté actuellement à Paris après une exposition à la HKW de Berlin.
Les films d'Ulrike Ottinger ont été montrés, entre autres, dans les festivals de Toronto, Amsterdam, Moscou, Londres, Montréal, Jérusalem et Rio de Janeiro. Ils ont fait l’objet de rétrospectives dans le monde entier, notamment à la Cinémathèque française et au Centre Pompidou à Paris, au Museo Reina Sofia de Madrid, au MoMA de New York et au Center for Contemporary Art de Tel Aviv. Ils ont également reçu de nombreux prix, dont le prix du public à Montréal et celui de la critique de cinéma allemande. En 2011, Ottinger a reçu le prix Hannah Höch pour l’ensemble de sa carrière et l’Université Concordia de Montréal l’a nommée docteure honoris causa pour les beaux-arts en 2018. Elle a également été invitée en tant que jurée aux Oscars 2019.
Travaillant pour le théâtre (Elfriede Jelinek, Olga Neuwirth, …) dont elle conçoit les décors, Ulrike Ottinger s’identifie non seulement comme artiste, peintre, cinéaste, mais aussi comme scénariste, directrice de la photo, créatrice de costumes et photographe. Elle a collecté et publié une archive visuelle (Bilderarchiv) en 2005 et réalisé un atlas-collage de quarante ans de productions visuelles (Floating Food, 2011). Plusieurs expositions récentes, dont à la n.b.k. de Berlin en 2011, ont permis de revenir sur son travail des années 1960, célébré aujourd’hui dans l’exposition collective SHE-BAM POW POP WIZZ ! Les amazones du Pop au Mamac de Nice.
La galerie Eric Mouchet à Paris présente actuellement l’exposition Ulrike
Ottinger, Aller toujours retour et le film Paris-Calligrammes est au programme des cinémas Reflets-Médicis et Luminor à Paris.
[EN] Ulrike Ottinger was born in Konstanz in 1942. She lived in Paris from 1962 to 1969 as a painter and photographer, where she also wrote her first film script Die mongolische Doppelschublade. Graphic works originated at the Atelier Friedländer. She returned to Germany in 1969, where she founded the filmclub Visuell in cooperation with the Universität Konstanz and the galeriepress (in which she presented Wolf Vostell, Allan Kaprow, R. B. Kitaj, Richard Hamilton, David Hockney).
Her first film, Laocoon and Sons, made in collaboration with Tabea Blumenschein, was recorded in 1971-1973. In 1973 she moved to Berlin and filmed the Happening-documentary Berlinfever – Wolf Vostell. It was followed by The Enchantment of the Blue Sailors in 1975 with Valeska Gert, and by Madame X – An Absolute Ruler in 1977, which was an international success. Work on the Berlin Trilogy, Ticket of No Return, (Bildniseiner Trinkerin,1979), Freak Orlando (1981) and Dorian Grey in the YellowPress (Dorian Grey im Spiegel der Boulevardpresse, 1984) began in 1979. She was able to win Delphine Seyrig, Magdalena Montezuma, Veruschka von Lehndorff, Eddie Constantine and Kurt Raab, as well as the composer Peer Raben for these works, which were filmed in industrial wastelands and alienated urban landscapes.
The collaboration between Delphine Seyrig and Ulrike Ottinger was part of the exhibition Defiant Muses (curators : Nataša Petrešin-Bachelez & Giovanna Zapperi) at the Museo Reina Sofia in Madrid
In addition to fictional films, Ulrike Ottinger also devoted herself to documentary film. Intensive and comprehensive research characterizes all her films from China. The Arts – The People (China. Die Künste – Der Alltag, 1985) to Exile Shanghai (1997), from Southeast Passage (2002, exhibited at Okwui Enwezor’s Documenta 11) to Prater (2007), from The Korean Wedding Chest, to Under Snow filmed in the Japanese Snow Country Echigo. For her film Chamisso’s Shadow (2016) Ulrike Ottinger travelled for three months along the Bering Sea, tracing the paths taken by the great 18th and 19th C explorers. This is her longest documentary to date (12 hours); the accompanying exhibition took place in the National Library in Berlin.
Ottinger's most recent film, Paris Calligrammes, premiered in the spring of 2020 and in Paris on October 6. Both her films and her photographic work have been shown in numerous retrospectives and exhibitions, including at the Venice Biennale (1980), at the Cinémathèque française, Paris (1980, 1982), at the Museum of Modern Art, New York (2000, 2004), as well as the Centre Pompidou, the Sammlung Goetz. Her Hannah-Höch-Award 2011 was accompanied by a retrospective including her paintings at the nbk,Berlin (2011 12) and her worldimages were shown at the kestnergesellschaft in Hannover (2013).
In Paris, the Eric Mouchet Gallery is currently presenting an exhibition: Ulrike Ottinger, Go Always Return.
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Saints&Reading: Sat., Sept. 12, 2020
Commemorated on August 30, November 23_Old Julian Calendar
The Holy NobleBorn Prince Alexander Nevsky( 1263)
The Holy NobleBorn Prince Alexander Nevsky (in monastic-schema Alexei) died on the return journey from the Horde at Gorodtsa on the Volga, on 14 November 1263, and on 23 November (under this day is located the account about him) in 1263 he was buried in the Cathedral Church of the Nativity Monastery in the city of Vladimir (there is set up there now a memorial to the holy prince; yet another memorial is set up in the city of Pereslavl'-Zalessk). Veneration of the nobleborn prince started right at his burial, whereof was a remarkable miracle: the saint himself extended his hand for the absolving prayer. Great Prince Ioann Ioannovich (1353-1359) in his spiritual testament written in the year 1356, left to his son Dimitrii (1363-1389), the future victor of the Battle of Kulikovo, "an icon of Saint Alexander". The undecayed relics of the nobleborn prince were opened, on account of a vision, before the Kulikovo Battle – in the year 1380, and then were set forth for local feast-celebration. For the prayers of the holy prince, glorified by defense of the Fatherland, Russian commanders resorted to in all the following times. On 30 August 1721 Peter I, after a lengthy and exhausting war with the Swedes, concluded the Nishtad Peace. This day was decided upon to hallow by the transfer of the relics of the NobleBorn Prince Alexander Nevsky from Vladimir to the new northern capital, Peterburg, arranged on the banks of the Neva. Withdrawn from Vladimir on 11 August 1723, the holy relics were greeted at Shlissel'burg on 20 September of that year and remained there until 1724, when on 30 August they were placed in the Trinity Cathedral of the Alexander Nevsky Lavra (Monastery), where now also they rest. By an edict/ukaz on 2 September 1724 there was established a feastday on 30 August (in 1727 the feast was discontinued by reason of non-church matters, and involved clique-struggles at the imperial court. In 1730 the feast was again re-established).
Archimandrite Gavriel Buzhinsky (later Bishop of Riazan, + 27 April 1731) compiled a special service in remembrance of the Nishtad Peace, combining with it a service to Saint Alexander Nevsky.
The name of the Defender of the borders of Russia and the Patron of Soldiers is famous far from the regions of our Native Land. The testimony to this: the numerous temples dedicated to Saint Alexander Nevsky. The most famous of them: the Patriarchal Cathedral at Sofia, the Cathedral church in Talinin, and a church in Tbilisi. These churches are a pledge of friendship of the Russian National-Liberator with brother nations.
© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.
NobleBorn Prince Daniel of Moscow (1652)
Holy Nobleborn Prince Daniel (Daniil) of Moscow was born at Vladimir in the year 1261. He was the fourth son of Saint Alexander Nevsky (Comm. 30 August and 23 November) and Righteous Vassa. Two years after birth he lost his father. The date of his mother's repose is not indicated in the chronicles; it is known only, that she was buried in the church in honour of the Nativity of Christ at the Vladimir Uspenie monastery (the Princess monastery), and the people in the surroundings venerated her as "Righteous" ("Pravedna").
In 1272 holy Prince Daniel received as his allotted portion the city of Moscow with its adjacent lands. The holy prince built on the banks of the River Moskva (Moscow) a church (and alongside it a monastery) in honour of his same-name patron saint, the Monk Daniel the Pillar-Dweller (Comm. 11 December). The Moscow principality was during this period small and unobtrusive. While growing up, holy Prince Daniel strengthened and expanded it, not in manners unjust or coercive, but instead benevolent and peace-loving. In Rus' it was a time of unrest. Fratricidal strife amongst the appanage princes was rife. And often, thanks to holy Prince Daniel, and his incessant striving for unity and peace in the Russian Land, bloodshed was averted. In 1293 his brother, the Great-prince Alexander Alexandrovich, together with Tatars summoned from the Horde and headed by Diuden ("the Diudenev Host"), laid waste to Russian cities: Murom, Suzdal', Kolomna, Dmitrov, Mozhaisk, Tver'. Prince Daniel decided to adjoin them to Moscow, to save their people from perishing. There was not the strength for resistance. Together with his people, the prince braced himself for terrible destruction and pillaging. Standing up for his rights, Saint Daniel was compelled to come out against his brother near a place, called Yur'evo Tolchische ("Yur'evo Threshing-Mill"), but here also the yearning for peace won out in him, and bloodshed was averted.
In 1300, when the Ryazan prince Konstantin Romanovich, having summoned Tatars to his aid, was occupied in secret preparations for a sudden assault on the lands of the Moscow principality, Prince Daniel went with an army to Ryazan, and beating the enemy, he took captive Konstantin and destroyed a multitude of Tatars. This was a first victory over the Tatars, though not a tremendous victory, but it was noteworthy nonetheless – as a first push towards freedom. Having beaten the Ryazan prince and scattered his confederates the Tatars, holy Prince Daniel did not take advantage of his victory to seize foreign lands or take booty, as was the accepted custom during these times, but rather he displayed an example of true non-covetousness, love and fraternity. The holy prince never resorted to arms to seize the lands of others, nor did he ever snatch away the property of other princes either by force or by treachery. And for this the Lord saw fit to expand the boundaries of his princely realm. Ioann Dimitrievich, prince of Pereslavl'-Zalessk, a nephew of Daniel, was gentle and pious and benevolent towards the poor, and he esteemed and loved his uncle; dying childless in 1302, he bequeathed his principality to Saint Daniel. The Pereslavlsk lands together with Dmitrov were, after Rostov, foremost in number of inhabitants, with corresponding fortification befitting a major city. Pereslavl'-Zalessk was well protected on all sides. But the holy prince remained faithful to Moscow and did not transfer the capital of his princedom to the stronger and more significant seat of the Pereslavl' of this period. This annexation moved Moscow up to be numbered as the most significant principality. And here was set in place the principle of the unification of the Russian Land into a single powerful realm.
How wondrous over the expanse of ages was clearly manifest the Providential Will of God concerning the Russian Land and its destiny!
Grateful in remembrance of the constant Blessing of the Hodegetria ("Way-Guide Mother of God) both in his personal life, and also in the life of the Russian realm, Saint Daniel's father – Saint Alexander Nevsky, had expressed it in the words: "God is not in might, but in right!".
In 1303 Saint Daniel fell seriously ill. He assumed the monastic great-schema and commanded that he be buried at the Danilov monastery. Through deep humility he wanted to be buried not within the church, but in the common monastery cemetery. The holy prince died on 4 March.
Within the passage of less than 30 years after the repose of holy Prince Daniel, the Danilov monastery founded by him was transformed into the Moscow Kremlin, the church was transformed into a parish church, and the cemetery became non-monastic. During the time of Great-prince Ivan III (1462-1505), the Monk-prince Daniel gave reminders of himself to his forgetful descendents. As a stranger he appeared to a youth attendant on the great-prince and said: "Be not afraid of me – I was a Christian and the master of this place, my name is Daniel Prince of Moscow, and by the will of God I am here. Tell about me to Great-prince Ioann (Ivan) saying: thou delightest thyself while yet having forgotten me, but God hath not forgotten me". And after this it was that the great-prince established the singing of cathedral panikhidas for his ancestral princes. During the time tsar Ivan the Terrible, at the grave of Saint Daniel was healed the dying son of a barge merchant. The tsar, struck by the miracle, renovated the ancient Danilov monastery and established a yearly church procession, made by the metropolitan to the place of burial of the holy prince, serving there a panikhida.
In 1652 holy Monk-prince Daniel was glorified with the uncovering of his incorrupt relics, which on 30 August were transferred to the church in honour of the Holy Fathers of the Seventh OEcumenical Council.
The holy relics were placed in a reliquary "to the glorifying of the Holy Trinity and for the healing of the infirm". The Moscow metropolitan Platon (+ 1812), in the Vita of the holy prince compiled by him, writes: "This original founder laid the foundation of present-day majestic Moscow, going about this with quiet steps upon a small foot-path. And thus as with any edifice, built not with extreme haste but the rather instead with great artifice and skill, doth receive a particular solidity and doth stand indestructible for a long time; and just as a tall tree growing for many a century, and having started first of all with a small sprout, and thickeneth little by little, with its branches spreading about far around, so also was it needful for this city to grow from the small, but solid root, in order that its first glimmer not beshadow the eyes of the envious, and that initially it not be disturbed or felled early on, but rather grow up to its true height. Thus did this founder prepare the great city given him; though small, but shining uninterrupted by any wafting of the wind, he did bequeathe the great glory of its rise to his son Great-prince Ioann (Ivan) Danilovich, called Kalita".
© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.
Matthew 23:1-12
1Then Jesus spoke to the multitudes and to His disciples,2saying: "The scribes and the Pharisees sit in Moses' seat.3Therefore whatever they tell you to observe, that observe and do, but do not do according to their works; for they say, and do not do.4For they bind heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on men's shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers.5But all their works they do to be seen by men. They make their phylacteries broad and enlarge the borders of their garments.6They love the best places at feasts, the best seats in the synagogues,7greetings in the marketplaces, and to be called by men, 'Rabbi, Rabbi.'8But you, do not be called 'Rabbi'; for One is your Teacher, the Christ, and you are all brethren.9Do not call anyone on earth your father; for One is your Father, He who is in heaven.10And do not be called teachers; for One is your Teacher, the Christ.11But he who is greatest among you shall be your servant.12And whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted.
Galatians 5:22-6:2 (St. Alexander Nevsky)
22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,23gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law.24And those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.25If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.26Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.
1Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted.2Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
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Tag game
Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better. (I’m not going to tag 21 people, but if you feel like doing this, go ahead and tag me in it!)
I was tagged by the lovely @brianscurlies, thanks, darling!
Nickname: Húska (it’s derived from my super complicated and undeniably Slovak last name, so I guess it won’t make much sense to non-slovak speakers hahah)
Starsign: Virgo
What I’m wearing: white tee, black skinny jeans and a huge black scarf, cause it’s cold af :D
Dream job: journalist or a movie/book critic
Favourite quote: “La chance, c’est comme le Tour de France. On l’attend longtemps et ça passe vite.” (La Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain)
Favourite food: burritos <3
Favourite sport: probably skiing or road cycling
Dream trip: NYC, Munich, St. Petersburg, Canada
Favourite book: A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
What do I hate? unpleasant and unescapable routines, chemistry, arrogant people, people who are rude to waiters
Random fact: I used to make really nice, artsy notes for my favourite subjects, but I stopped due to lack of time and motivation.
Do I get asks? nooo, and it’s a real pity
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff! <3
Favorite characters: oh, this is a hard one! I have a lot, to be honest, but if I had to choose, I would most probably settle on Count Rostov and Sofia from A Gentleman in Moscow (duh!)
I tag: @thatsnotniche @joemazzhello @joemazzelloswigs @joemazzellothirst @freddieseyeliner If you don’t want to do this, it’s completely fine, though!
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