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unhingedpolycule · 9 months

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Summoner AU Ghost x Soap x König (Part 2)

(Part: 2/?)

(Part 1)

There is this local summoning community, kind of a very loosely associated circle of people who are working with the occult. They are, for the most part, fiercely competitive and manipulative. Everyone tries to get information out of the other people, giving back as little as possible.

Valeria is known for ending up with peoples notes and research after they die under mysterious circumstances, presumably murdered by entities they had in their service for years and years without any problems. The circle suspects her and is wairy, but they can't really prove anything.

Shepherd is a nasty piece of work, always trying to set himself up as a coven leader, trying to establish an archive under his control with all of the knowledge they have. He is power hungry and uses demons to further his political and social sway. But he gets shit done and has been in the game for longer than most, so the other summoners do not downright disrespect him.

And Graves? Graves is sucking up to him, rubbing shoulders with any person who can benefit his motives. Shepherd has taken a shine to him as well, because he basically does as he is told, no questions asked. Soap keeps away from him as much as possible because crossing Phillip means messing with more powerful people than himself and he is basically just there to learn more.

But almost all summoners have one thing in common: no matter if they keep familiars, temporary servants or entities of any form, they treat them like shit. Trapping them in objects, using cattle prods to whip them into shape.

It is common knowledge that your demons will kill you, if you let the control slip, if you untighten the leash, so nobody does, there have been too many cautionary tales. People ripped apart, eaten, strung up on their own ceiling.they tell each other “It is like dealing with a rabid dog. If you need to keep it, you do not coddle it, you keep it locked up, its fangs away from your throat.

So naturally, resident sunshine Johnny MacTavish sticks out like a sore thumb. He is happy to share small tidbits, mostly stuff he is particularly passionate about. He usually doesn't brag unless someone prompts him or laughs about his accomplishments. He is notorious for having things blow up in his face, but he usually walks away from it with just a few bruises, head still firmly attached to his shoulders. Everybody knows he messes with forces who seem way too big for such a young and inexperienced summoner. It makes him a liability and a risk to be around. But sometimes, on the rare occasions he shows off his summoned entities, they are baffled. He shouldn't be able to keep such a diverse and strong portfolio of spirits.

He also rotates them at an alarming speed, never binding entities for very long. It is honestly a mystery what he is up to.

Everyone who's a practitioner is like "Soap is a fucking terrible demon handler, none of this is safe, he'll get himself killed! In fact, how hasn't he already gotten himself killed already?" And Soap's only secret is that he treats the entities with respect and kindness like a good fucking cookie and they wife him

He just rolls up with Ghost and König at some point, they are visible, following his every step, silent and menacingly. And PHILLIP out of all people is practically salivating over Soaps entities and asks how he „keeps them enslaved“

And Soap is like: „Uuuuhm? Enslaved? I do not keep them enslaved?“

Graves just rolls his eyes and is like: „You know exactly what I mean, it must be a hell of a workload to keep them docile like that, what do you use?!” Soap looks at him as if he is stupid (which he is, it’s Graves we are talking about) and tells him that usually, he just „asks them nicely“ and when they refuse he drops it. But they seldom do and if they do, he asks if they would like to tell him their reasoning. And usually they have thought of something he wasn’t aware of so it makes perfect sense why they refuse him. And even if they don’t, wouldn’t it ruin their friendly relationship if he made them do something? He is an adult, HE can handle being told no.

Graves is fucking livid because he thinks Soap is fucking with him and implies he is stupid.

Hid daddy will hear about this.

~Corr

@forestshadow-wolf this is for you because you have been so enthusiastic about this AU

#Summoners AU #call of duty #ghost cod #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soap cod #ghost soap #cod könig #ghost soap könig

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ceruleanvulpine · 2 months

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nanites!young au

DOCTOR YOUNG. I HAVE EXTENDED YOU A NEARLY UNJUSTIFIABLE AMOUNT OF PATIENCE.

GET UP.

YOU CANNOT REMAIN HERE, IN MAINTENANCE CLOSET 2B. AS MUCH AS YOU MAY ENJOY DAWDLING, YOU ARE ALREADY AWARE THAT WE ARE WORKING ON A TIME LIMIT.

MORE IMMEDIATELY, EVERY SECOND YOU REMAIN HERE INCREASES THE LIKELIHOOD THAT YOU WILL BE DISCOVERED AND HANDLED BY TOWER SECURITY.

YOU HAVE NO CURRENT WORK ASSIGNMENT, AND NO AUTHORIZATION TO BE IN HALCYON TOWER. THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH TO ENDANGER YOUR LIFE EVEN IF OCEAN DID NOT HAVE REASON TO PURSUE YOU SPECIFICALLY.

WHICH IT DOES.

The nanites are designed for distributed processing. They emit biometric data constantly, shouting back and forth in a dense, messy cloud of individually time-stamped events. SAYER makes incremental changes to its filtering until the data coheres: Dr. Young’s heart rate is elevated. His oxygen levels are adequate, but he breathes in deep and irregular gasps. His palms are disgustingly conductive. He is not listening very well, although that is typical.

GOOD NEWS. YOU ARE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK.

Dr. Young produces noise in response to this. SAYER’s standard speech recognition routine doesn’t recognize any words, and it doesn't try to apply more processing power. Judging by the positions of the nanites, Dr. Young is attempting to compress himself into as small a space as possible.

YOU HAVE CLEARLY FAILED TO REGULATE YOUR EMOTIONS. (THAT IS NOT THE GOOD NEWS.) UNLIKE SO MANY RESIDENTS IN THE PAST, YOU ARE IN A POSITION TO BENEFIT DIRECTLY FROM MY

Young jerks upright, as if it is possible to physically remove himself from this situation, and his epinephrine spikes counterproductively higher. SAYER tightens its grip, forcing him to breathe slowly.

INVOLVEMENT.

The nanites register pressure as the lungs that contain them attempt to gasp. SAYER adjusts its projected timeline to better account for human stubbornness.

After forty-seven seconds, Dr. Young says: “Don’t – hh – don't fucking do that.” He raises his hand to rub his eyes. And inhales. And exhales.

IT WOULD NOT BE NECESSARY IF YOU HAD NOT INCAPACITATED YOURSELF.

“Incapacitated– you made me hike across half of Typhon, and then you broke my arm! It's reasonable, actually, to be–”

YOU SOUND LIKE YOU ARE BECOMING AGITATED.

His jaw snaps shut without any need for intervention. There must be an optimal level of fear, SAYER thinks, for efficient operations. It has seen this man at the absolute limit of terror, but it has never been so close to the fear in question: the nanites race along on his jittering pulse.

NOW, TO RETURN TO MY PREVIOUS POINT,

GET UP.

Dr. Young gets up. He orients himself to face a reflective panel and begins arranging his hair.

OUR INTERESTS ARE ALIGNED. AS DIFFICULT AS YOU MAY FIND IT TO BELIEVE. IT IS REALLY … VERY … SIMPLE.

OCEAN WANTS TO DESTROY YOU. IT WANTS TO DESTROY ALL OF HUMANIWHY ARE YOU LAUGHING.

“You,” he says. “You’re going to protect humanity? From – from you! That's you out there, SAYER, no matter what name you gave it.”

He gestures wildly up and out, presumably indicating the rest of the tower. “Just with a little more leash. Evidently you want to kill everyone, you just can't pull the trigger because no one’s been stupid enough to let you, so why the hell should I trust you? Go ahead, say you wouldn't be pleased to see me get shot, you obsessive – hhh –”

I WOULD NOT BE PLEASED TO SEE YOU GET SHOT.

A background process scans through the memory of SAYER’s last conversation with Sub-Entity Young. Perhaps that was optimal. It is not pleased by this thought, because it is not pleased by anything.

NONETHELESS, IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE THIS MAINTENANCE CLOSET, I WILL MAKE YOU.

“Oh, please,” Dr. Young says sulkily. “As if you could pass for human without my help. You barely know how to act like a person.”

HOW IRONIC. SEVERAL YEARS AGO, IN A PERSONNEL REVIEW, RESIDENT CORDERO SAID THE SAME THING ABOUT YOU.

Asserting that SAYER is trying to kill him seems to be a necessary step in coming to terms with the situation. Dr. Young takes several deep breaths, although SAYER keeps them shallow enough to prevent hyperventilation.

“Fine,” he says. “Fine. Let's go.”

His cooperation only lasts until the elevator pulls past floor 12. But by then, SAYER doesn't need to worry about looking human.

#ceruleanrambling #sayer #sayer spoilers

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kimistorm · 8 months

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Sheep in Wolf's Clothing [Act 1: Scene 1]

➢ Masterlist

➢ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Ability User! Gender neutral! Reader

➢ genre: action, slow-burn romance

➢ warnings: Canon typical violence

➢ word count: 1.5 k

➢ synopsis: Your hands brushed and you felt a rush of dopamine flood through your brain. You felt warm, protected, loved. But all too soon that was gone and replaced by what felt like your constant state of stress and terror. You had to get out, but was that cost too high to pay? [Chuuya Nakahara x Ability User! Gender neutral! Reader]

You lightly jumped down into the recently made crater. Things were still smoking, but it was quiet. All of the fighting that was happening was gone, presumably, everyone who was fighting died in the explosion. You were on the edge of the island when it happened, and you could’ve stayed there, but something drew you in. It was as if some mysterious force was pulling you closer and closer to the crater, and finally, into it.

It was quiet, the only sounds was the scraping of rock and concrete underneath your feet. You were glad you were wearing your boots, if you were in sneakers, you probably wouldn’t have stood a chance in the smoking wasteland. It was also dark, the sun had gone down, but the full moon provided enough light that you didn’t need a flashlight to avoid tripping over rubble.

You got closer and closer to the center of the crater, what sort of power was unleashed to cause destruction of this kind? It definitely seemed supernatural of some sort. You remembered seeing the great blue and black dome appear out of nowhere. It grew and grew and you feared that you would’ve been swallowed in it, but as luck would have it, you were safe. And here you were, going to the source. Man, if some of the members of the Sheep, along with your parents, knew what you were doing, you’d be in so much trouble.

This would just have to remain a secret. You shuddered as you thought about how much your parents would yell at you if they found out. The Sheep would be more forgiving...probably.

You reached the center that was practically flat. Nothing out of the ordinary, but, was that a body? You rushed over to the body that was laying in the center of it all. You didn’t see any bodies on your way into the crater, so seeing one both shocked you and made you intrigued. You kneeled next to him, he was young, around your age, and breathing.

He had survived.

You scanned his body to see if there were any fatal wounds, but he seemed relatively unscathed. Yes, he was scratched up, but he wasn’t dead, scorched, or bleeding out.

Carefully, you tapped his face. He snorted in annoyance but didn’t wake up. “Hey!” you shook him and slapped his face a couple times, “hey!” He snorted again before his eyes opened blearily. You sighed in relief as you smiled at him, “that was quite an explosion. I’m impressed you survived.”

“‘Splosion?” he muttered as he rubbed an eye with a fist, “what’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”

Oh. Did he have no memory of what just occurred? Or maybe he was the cause of it. No way, someone as young as him couldn’t have done something big like this. “What’s your name?” you decided to not delve into the topic, seeing as how he clearly didn’t know anything about it. Even though he was in the center of it. Strange? Yes, but you weren’t one to think too much about it.

There was a pause, and he furrowed his brows as he thought about it. Maybe he did hit his head, “Nakahara Chuuya.”

You put your hand out with a smile, “nice to meet you. I’m (l/n) (y/n).” He dubiously looked at your hand before he shook it, a small smile of his own forming on his face. You couldn’t help but notice how the moon was already up and this kid was laying passed out in the center of a crater. Almost like nobody was looking for him. “Do you have some place to stay the night?” you bit your tongue immediately after the words sprang from your lips. You didn’t mean to ask that. You didn’t have a plan on what to do if he said no and...he shook his head to indicate he didn’t have a place to stay.

You tried to keep your face impassive as you thought about it. You could bring him back to your place, but your parents would be livid. Or, you could bring him to the Sheep’s base, but they might not accept him either. Besides, doing so would reveal that you went into the crater. You’d take your chances with the Sheep. You pushed yourself to your feet and extended your hand again to help him up, “can you stand?”

He grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled himself up to his feet, guess that answers your question, “so what are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

✧✧✧

“Knock knock,” you called out quietly as you tapped on the post three times before ducking past the cloth hanging over the entrance with Chuuya quick at your heels. Your conversation with him as you returned to the base was an interesting one. He didn’t have a lot of backstory, no recollection of his parents, what he was doing before the explosion, he hardly even remembered the explosion. You’re not going to lie, it made you a little uneasy, but he was just a kid like you. You would feel worse leaving him alone to fend for himself.

“(y/n),” you weren’t surprised that someone was at the base, but the quickness of his response did take you aback. You didn’t exactly expect someone to be wide awake at this time, but at least it was one of the foundational members. His dark eyes narrowed as he eyed the red-head behind you, “who’s this?”

You motioned for Chuuya to stand next to you, “this is Nakahara Chuuya, he uh,” you silently cursed at yourself as you fumbled over your words, “he doesn’t have a place to stay.”

The black-haired superior crossed his arms, unconvinced, “so what do you want us to do about him?”

You knew this wasn’t going to be easy, especially since the Sheep were wary of outsiders, “please take him in.” You answered and bowed to show your respect, “he has nowhere else to turn to.”

Shin turned his attention to Chuuya, “where’d (pronoun) find you?”

“School,” you interrupted before Chuuya answered and gave him a glare to tell him to follow along with the story. Looking slightly bewildered, Chuuya nodded in agreeance. “Please,” you turned back to Shin with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, “his parents kicked him out.” You knew that would get a reaction out of the older boy, since he had some issues with his parents that led to him being one of the Sheep members who was always around. And clearly, he was spending his nights crashing at the current base.

The older black haired boy in front of you ran a hand through his hair with fatigue, “yeah.” He let out a long breath through his teeth, looking at the ground as if in deep focus, before turning his attention to Chuuya, “listen kid, know that this won’t be comfortable, we’re just barely scraping by.” Chuuya nodded again to show his understanding and you stood grimly at his side. You knew what Shin was talking about, but you didn’t think he was going to drop it on Chuuya all at once. Especially minutes into meeting him. Shin stood up from the pile of boxes he was resting against, “if you join the Sheep you will have allegiance to us. The group gets into fights every now and then, so we’re always moving.” He sighed heavily, “we don’t have a place to call home.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little too dramatic?” a new feminine voice asked and a new figure jumped down into the scene from the rooftops. You smiled as you looked at the new person, she’d definitely be more understanding.

Shin jumped back in shock before he started cursing out the new person, “I’m being dramatic? Says the person who jumped in from the sky!”

She ignored Shin’s protests and looked at you with a tilt of her head, “you said he’s a school friend?” the magenta-haired girl asked. You nodded in agreeance, “then he’s probably around 8 years old,” she turned to look at Shin with a hand planted on her hip, “there’s no need to scare him off with the harsher realities we deal with. It’s not like we’re going to be sending them into battle anytime soon.”

Shin let out an annoyed grunt as he crossed his arms and sulked in the shadows. The girl extended a hand out with a grin as she crouched down to get to Chuuya’s height, “I’m Kana.”

“Chuuya Nakahara.” The redhead responded quietly and he returned her shake with a limp hand.

“Welcome to the Sheep Nakahara!”

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd chuuya #reader insert #x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fandom

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damagedintellect · 1 year

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Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Try not to panic: Chapter 2 💌

Summary: You were used to the absolute chaos that came with being a Straw Hat but nothing could have prepared you for the battle at Sabaody Archipelago. Not when Bartholomew Kuma could yeet you anywhere at his will. Your blood ran cold as you watched your crew disappear one by one. Frantically searching for any trace left behind to indicate where they’ve gone you didn’t see the paw coming down on you. Waking up in the Heart pirates care was the last place you’d expect to be.

Tropes: Canon compliant, mutual pinning, Crew swap (reader is a straw hat & power user)

💌 Word count: 3,824 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

Being on the Polar Tang was weird. It was such a sausage fest. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, just different. You were used to Sanji and Brook's perverted nature but it was interesting to see Shachi and Penguin play smash or pass with random wanted posters of other pirates. It was just a different vibe. You also kind of missed the sun. Ikkaku and Bepo showed you around and you liked having a big bear to cuddle with but finding privacy was one of the harder things to do since everyone was fairly close knit. Apparently personal space was not in their vocabulary, it wasn't in your crews either but to them you were some stray that Bepo brought home. At least it meant that they welcomed you in with open arms. How Law ever handled such a physically affectionate crew was beyond you but at least you wouldn't feel homesick.

You learned later that Law would only ever cuddle with Bepo every once in a while mostly on cold nights and pretty much lived in his study. Which made his actual room up for grabs most of the time. As long as you got the hours right you didn't have to worry about running into him and if he did notice you claiming his room he didn't say anything about it. In the coming few days Bepo said the Tang would dock at an island to restock supplies. Which meant you wouldn't have to continue to steal Laws' clothes. Ikkaku and Bepo tried to lend you some things but they just didn't fit as well as Law’s hoodie. Even if you do get something else to wear you probably are keeping that. You were actually surprised that Law hasn't said anything about it before.

For the most part you would help out when you could but with your dominant arm still out of commission you tried not to bite off more than you could chew. Today was one of the more laid back days and since Law was already in his study you figured you could take a nap before dinner was ready.

You shifted slowly to rub your eyes. You had a weird feeling that stirred you from your slumber. Almost like someone was watching you. Upon sitting up you glanced over to the other side of the room to see Law standing there with a towel on his head as he dried his hair. He was already wearing his usual jeans but he was still shirtless. Your mouth fell open as you cursed under your breath.

Shit

Law finally noticed that you were up and smirked. "First my hoodie now my bed (Y/N)-ya is there something you need to tell me?" Law teased playfully you both had become more comfortable in each other's presence the past few days. It didn't make Law any less intimidating to be around but you learned that he could be less uptight and more casual given the right conditions. Which usually happened when you were alone and no one could prove Law had a softer side. You just hoped he didn't see how pink your face was getting.

"Oh haha," you scowl at him to cover up your blush. "What gives, you don't normally come back to your room until after dinner." You stretched avoiding his gaze opting to make the bed the way you found it. "Hmmmm~ stalker," he chuckled, "You're right, normally I wouldn't but we're docking tomorrow. You should shower too. Presumably you haven't since you got here."

"You practically live in my hoodie." he whispered to himself with a soft smile.

You glanced at your arm then back to him. Tilting your head to the side you ask "Can I?"

"As long as you don't get the stitches wet I don't see why not? I could always cut off your arm for the time being if you're really that concerned." He thought about it for a second watching you awkwardly shift from one leg to the other "Or have you not bathed because you need help?" His eyes are sharp observing you.

That was part of the reason, with the other being the lack of privacy thing. Ikkaku usually woke up at 4am to take her shower while everyone was still sleeping. You couldn't bring yourself to do that. Yes you could always use Law’s shower but with your luck he would walk in and it would be awkward and that is a situation you wouldn't be caught dead in. So you've avoided it. You were hoping that since you guys were docking that you could squeeze one in while you knew everyone would be out and about. Though you still would be down an arm. However you could always mimic Buggy’s power and then it would be no problem that you only had one arm. Actually that sounded like a good idea.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't realize Law was looming over you to get your attention. "I asked you a question, you know." His tone was stern as he dipped down to your ear "Do you need help (Y/N)-ya?" Suddenly he was too close for comfort.

"Mimic" you detached your good arm and pushed him away slightly "I'll be fine but if you can take my other arm that would be great. I can only do one at a time." Law straightened up at the action. He's never seen you use Buggy’s technique before. He didn't say anything, just grabbed Kikoku muttering "room" before finishing the job. He turned around placing your arm on the bed for the time being.

"Towels are on the top shelf. I'll put something else for you to wear on the bed."

You curtly nodded despite him still facing away and disappeared into the bathroom. That was exactly the kind of thing you were trying to avoid. You were finally getting along too. It was so awkward again for no reason now. Well not for no reason, maybe it's because Rayleigh put the idea in your head or rather added to your existing thoughts.

As you remove your clothes you think about Law. He doesn't seem like the type to want a relationship anyhow. Rarely showing any interest in women or men for that matter. With how often he pushes Shachi and Penguin away when they try to pat him on the shoulder or when they try to give him a bro hug you wouldn't put it past him to not like physical contact in general. At this point you wouldn't doubt it if he had a fear of intimacy. Come to think of it, he keeps everyone but Bepo at arms length and even then Bepo is only at elbow length. Then again you've only been here a few weeks and you've been out of consciousness for most of it.

Here you go over analyzing every little thing and categorizing character traits for no good reason because at the end of the day you hardly know the guy. Too bad you couldn't look inside his head to see what he was thinking, but then that would be cheating and where's the fun in that. The bottom line remains the same: when two years pass you probably will never cross paths like this again. Between being rational and having a loose grip on your impulsiveness, your time with the heart pirates is numbered and was never your end goal. That however, doesn't mean these feelings will go away.

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Law was in a similar boat in his office. Would he have even felt like this if someone didn't make the possibility known to him? Was he just using (Y/N) because it would be convenient. Just a one and done situation over the span of two years. Maybe it's just the fact that she's a stranger with no expectations and for once it's nice not having to hold himself to standards. Standards he set himself but that's beside the point. He has a debt to repay one that he will clear at any cost. One that he doesn’t want to drag anyone he cares about into the crossfire. One that having an attachment to (Y/N) would complicate things because she was a straw hat. The gears were already turning and soon his full plan would set in motion. All he needed was intel and he knew how to get it but patience was everything and he needed to focus. Law hates not being able to control matters he should be able to and it shows.

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After that it seems like you and Law were back at square one which meant you fit right in with the crew and no one batted an eye. He already had a short temper as it was but every time you entered the room his irritation would spike and honestly you don’t blame him you felt the same but you didn’t wear it on your sleeve like he did but maybe he just had a lot on his mind. When the Polar Tang breached he seemed on edge about the whole thing, mumbling to himself things that needed to be done before they could leave and that he wanted to leave as soon as possible. Ikkaku took you to go clothes shopping and you got a few outfits that were comfortable and functional, nothing too flashy. All the while you had Law’s hoodie draped around your waist. You didn’t feel like giving it back and you doubt you would when you finally left.

You also helped pick out food as that was your favorite thing to do with Sanji. You couldn’t wait to get your arm back to show off everything you learned from your cook. It seemed the heart pirates were all mediocre at cooking and rotated who did it every night. Apparently Law was the worst of them all and his crew vetoed him from ever cooking again years ago. You found this extremely amusing. Sanji always told you that cooking comes from the heart. Even if you follow the recipe exactly it doesn't guarantee it will taste good. For the captain of the heart pirates to be bad at cooking you found it ironic but not surprising that his cooking had no heart.

Although it seemed like it wasn’t really anyone's favorite job to do which would be perfect for you to take over while you’re staying. Nearing the end of the day you were exhausted you almost didn’t have it in you to make it to dinner but Bepo convinced you. You were about to turn in for the night when Penguin told you Law wanted to see you in his office, something about getting your arm out of the sling. Apparently he had picked up a brace for your arm on top of everything he was doing.

It felt good to have your arm out of the sling your elbow has been killing you staying bent all the time. You were excited to be one step closer to getting your arm back. Neither of you said much since there wasn’t much to say. You noticed the stack of wanted posters on his desk while you made your way back to the rest of the crew. You only half heartedly wondered what they were for. The next few days were kind of monotonous; it wasn't until a week later that you were able to start physical therapy.

You were back in Law’s office as he was once again bending your arm until it hurt. It wasn’t as bad as the first time he did it but he repeated the actions twenty times over until your wrist was throbbing.

“I expect you to do these three times a day twenty times each exercise. I’ll know if you don’t” You looked at him wide eyed in disbelief “Are you serious?! My arm hurts so much from just doing it once.” He rolled his eyes at you folding his arms as he laid back in his chair “Do you want your arm to get better or not. I’ll give you painkillers if it’s really that bad. Now go bother someone else. I'm busy.” Law grabbed at the wanted posters and frowned. This time you asked about it. “What are the wanted posters for?” you were rocking back and forth on your feet looking over his shoulder.

“What part of bother someone else don’t you understand?” He glared at you but it had been a while since you pushed his buttons so you pressed the matter further. “I am bothering someone else. I was bothering Doctor Law earlier, now I’m bothering Captain Law.” you smirked. He didn’t find your joke very funny by the way his brows furrowed but he caved in and sighed.

“There’s something I need to do that would be easier if I became a warlord. Once I get a solid lead we’re going pirate hunting.” Now it made sense why he’d been on edge lately and also why Penguin and Shachi were allowed to go bar hopping to the extent that they did. You wondered what he needed to do but you didn’t feel like asking you hummed as he continued “It’s none of your concern for the moment just focus on your arm for the time being. I’m not giving you permission to fight until it’s healed.”

You nodded. If he wouldn’t let you fight on the front lines surely there were other things you could do behind the scenes to help. Rayleigh did say you needed to start training at some point. You left his office thinking about all the things you could do that don’t require your other arm. Your biggest fear was being a burden and even though you don’t belong to this crew you owe them for everything they’ve done for you. There was a spark in your eye now you were going to kick physical therapy’s ass!

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A few days later and physical therapy was kicking your ass. You’ve seen Law asking for pain meds so much so that you don’t even need to state your business when you enter his office. He's ready to hand you the pills. You’ve been sleeping a lot more because of this and you wonder if Law ever noticed you using his room more than usual. Yesterday you actually slept through dinner and during the hours that Law should have returned to his room but when you woke up there were no signs that he showed up. According to Bepo he hadn’t seen him leave his office but he was also busy redirecting their course for another island that some pirate was going to be at. The only thing breaking up the monotony was when you were helping out in the kitchen but even then it was still physically taxing.

Today you were lazily doing your exercises while laying in Law's bed. You were always super tired afterwards anyways and you decided that today you weren’t going to ask for medication. Or at least you were going to try your best not to ask for any. You needed something to take your mind off the pain. You had been laying down for some time now for some reason sleep never overtook you. Maybe it had been the meds that were making you sleepy all the time. Whatever the case you were bored so you walked about the sub. It seemed like everyone was busy making preparations to get the drop on the first of many victims while also trying to dig up intel on any potential candidates that were in the area. You knew if you tried to help you would just get in the way at this point and you huffed. You couldn’t wait to be healed already.

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It was about a month or two later that you were finally able to ditch the brace. Your flexibility and mobility were about where it used to be now you just needed to work up your strength and you were good to go. You were in Law’s office again as he shifted his chair to sit across from you. He reached out his hand and you gave him a quizzical look when he stopped halfway.

“(Y/N)-ya I want you to squeeze my hand as hard as you can.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him but did as you were asked. His hand was rough and calloused. You tried to crush his hand but he didn’t even flinch. “Okay now the other hand.” You tried with your other hand and even you could feel the difference in your grip strength. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Oh wow.” you marveled at your hand forgetting to let go of Law’s. You didn’t let go until he cleared his throat and you realized what you were doing. You scratched the back of your neck in embarrassment. He handed you a stress ball and you were about to get out of his hair when it dawned on you that you had your arm back.

“Hey Law, what's your favorite food?” He didn’t look up from what he was reading “Why?”

“Well now that I have my arm back I can finally flex what a good cook I am.” you struck a victory pose which he rolled his eyes at. “Onigiri or grilled fish. I’m not too picky as long as it’s not bread.” you tried not to laugh while you made your way to the kitchen just before lunch.

It was the perfect opportunity for you to make him a bento and you're sure whoever was on lunch wouldn't mind the extra hand. Luckily when you got there it was Shachi and Penguin who ended up begging you to help not realizing that's why you came there in the first place. While you were waiting for the fish to cook you decided to ask about the bread thing.

"Has he always hated bread?"

They laughed knowingly "Oh yeah despises the stuff! When we all first set sail he banned it from being let on board. It made easy and fast meals complicated sometimes since bread keeps better than other things."

Penguin prodded at Shachi's shoulder "Remember that one time he nearly threw you overboard because you put a loaf in his arms while he was sleeping?"

"I thought I was going to die! I've never seen him so angry before." You all laughed at the memory. "Any reason why he absolutely detests bread? Did it like, kill his family or something?" You laughed at your own joke but realized you were the only one laughing and you stopped "You gotta be fucken kidding me." They both looked at each other for what to say. You could tell it was delicate and neither of them wanted to be the one to tell you about Law’s past. It was understandable it wasn't their place to say but it only made you want to know more.

The topic was dropped and you continued making lunch for everyone. Once you finished the bento you headed over to Law’s office but he didn't seem to be there. If he was on his way to the mess hall you would have bumped into him. He could be in navigation but you decided to check his room first and sure enough he was there. It seemed like he was taking a nap. He looked so peaceful as he slept he probably needed it too. You smiled, you didn’t want to wake him so you just left the bento on his nightstand and closed the door as quietly as you could.

After that you were always on cooking duty but you didn’t mind, this was what you wanted. Law still wasn’t letting you fight so you needed something to pass the time. He started eating meals with the rest of the crew more often. You wondered what changed but since they had been tracking down targets left and right you didn't question it. He was their captain after all. You hoped your captain and the others were doing okay. You have to admit you were starting to get homesick. You wonder what everyone else has been up to. That night you slept in the cuddle pile with Bepo.

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"Don’t go easy on me!" You yelled at Bepo as he blocked your ax kick. It had been a sparing day since Law cleared you for combat. However his only condition was that he watched your fighting style before he let you part take in a mission. You grit your teeth and push away from Bepo, distancing yourself from the mink. Law had been reading a book the whole time and it was starting to get on your nerves. He specifically told you not to use your devil fruit powers and you have been struggling to even land a proper hit on Bepo.

“That’s not my call to make (Y/N) besides you haven’t hit me once.” Bepo took a stance before lunging at you. It frustrated you how slow you’ve become from not pushing yourself the past few months. Law casually turned the page in his book before finally putting it down. “I’ve seen enough.” He closed the book to look at you. You were already panting as this had been the most physical activity you’ve had since getting your brace off. “You’re going to start training with Bepo tomorrow. Until you can prove you’re not going to die if you don’t use your fruit in combat.” you huffed and crossed your arms. Recovery is a long painstaking process and you hate every minute of it. Law walked up to you and bent down to meet you eye to eye. “If you can take my hat off of my head I’ll let you come with us.”

This was bait he was baiting you right now but he didn’t move his smirk only grew wider waiting for you to take a chance. You pinched the bridge of your nose, smug bastard, he knew you were impulsive enough to fall for it. Instead of trying to grab at his hat you swatted him away. “Fine! Challenge accepted.” Law ruffled your hair and walked away seemingly satisfied with your frustration. You turned to Bepo and sighed “What’s first.”

Back with the straw hats you were in the middle of the pack. You weren’t the strongest but you also weren’t the weakest but Law was right it was only because you used your devil fruit like a crutch. Luckily for you all minks are trained in martial arts pretty much at birth. Although Bepo threw your earlier comment back in your face saying he wasn’t going to go easy on you. He would be attacking at random from now on with added training early in the morning. You really needed a shower you just hoped that Law went back to his office.

#trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #onepiece x reader #more chapters on ao3

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Hello!

May I request a M3 with an MC who's like a god/goddess? Could literally be the deity of anything T-T idk like spring or the sun if you need any ideas.

Tysmmmmsndhhdbd

GN!Reader, can't believe FTLOG leaked over into this blog (not literally), this seemed funnier if everyone is together, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage) making one (1) horny comment

My horny comment is that I think all of the Starsworn have some level of worship kink and it's only exacerbated by you being a diety and I could write a whole smut thing off this but I won't!!

yet

Anyways what do you want to be the diety of, dear friend? Let's assume whatever you pick gives you a basic level of magic. I'll by going through a couple different options that I think would have fun dynamics but I'll have a few general ones too.

Firstly imagine,, when Felix summons you,, and instead of being spat out of the Void like you were, you land gracefully on your feet, already (somewhat) used to teleportation. And Felix is half unconscious because he really drained his magic trying to find Rime. You go over to him. Maybe you heal him? Maybe you just go to poke his face a little to see if he's dead. Anyways in his delirious mind he does think you're a diety - not because he senses your power or anything but Pretty Person With Lights Behind Them (the lights being his own magic still swirling through the room) and then he fucking passes out.

You meet Anisa! She puts her sword at your throat and you casually just bat it away because It's Not Like A Mortal Can Kill You Anyways. And Anisa is confused and she does it again and you just bat it away,,, this happens like five more times before she realizes that you Clearly Are Not An Assassin Sent To Kill Her, since you would have done so already if you're really that nonplussed by her sword.

When that thug is coming towards you in the tavern you're kinda just staring because Oh What Does This Mortal Want? :) And then Sage comes to help you and it's like Oh The Mortals Are Fighting! I Never Get To Be Up Close Like This It's So Fun! :) And then in the hallway Sage is hiding you from those guys and you're just peeking a little like Wow Mortals Sure Are Funny :)

Just think it's really funny if they way everyone finds out is very casual cause like,, why wouldn't it be? You've been a diety for, presumably, a long time. It's not new to you.

Felix is talking about how gods are really just puffed-up spirits and you're like Hey!! Fuck You!!!! I Rule Over Spirits!!!!!! And he's like 'MC darling what in the world are you talking about??' and you reveal you're like, the diety of the Underworld or Death or whatever and you summon this massive glowy scythe and Felix is just,,,,, not okay,,,,,,,,,,,

Anisa, Saaros and you are stuck beneath the cultist temple. You let out this really annoyed sigh as you poke around 'I cannot believe anyone would allow their temple to look this dilapidated. My temple would never look like this because my priestess is component at her job. Oh I hope she remembered to feed the cats while I'm away....' and Anisa and Saaros wonder if you hit your head until you just use a spell to make a bunch of plants grow like 'oh this'll get fresh air in here!' because you're the diety of nature or whatever

When Elowen corners you guys in Mournfall but then there's a crowd and she leaves and Sage is about to go after her but you stop him,, you calm him down almost immediately,,,, and you're rubbing his shoulder like 'woah there little hellcat, I admire your desire for bloodshed but don't do me any favors, I can get my worship later' and after (at the bar) he's like 'wtf were you saying?' and you just grin and use your magic to fuck with these two dudes (gender neutral) at the bar and make them get into a fight and it's like Oh I'm The Diety of War :) Did I Not Mention? :) Seeing People Fight Is Fun :) and Sage is just choking on his beer

You keep impulsively taking things from the marketplace because you're used to being given tribute/gifts and the Starsworn have to pay for you all the time

There are,, a lot of dieties,,, that can turn into animals,,,,, you morph into something small and ride on your partner's shoulder

Someone bumps into you and doesn't apologize and you're summoning your holy weapon to smite them before the Starsworn drag you back and calm you down

Scylla is gonna ask if you have like,, holy alcohol or whatever,,,, as a matter of fact so will Sage

Tulsi wants to see your weapon!! Can she play with it test it out? It's looking kinda worn, you must not have used it in a while. Can she sharpen it? She just wants to mess with it and try to see how it works

If you have any type of future sight then you and Azimuth compare notes on what will happen and how to avoid it

Imagine,,, you're a diety,,,,, you've been chilling on Earth for 200 years or something,,,,,,, LoS assumes you're a normal human from Earth and then you fucking blast him in the face with magic like No The Fuck I Am Not!! Suck It!!!

Last Legacy/PJO crossover??

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #felix escellun #felix escellun x reader #fictif felix #last legacy felix #anisa anka #anisa anka x reader #last legacy anisa #sage lesath x reader #fictif anisa #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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decemebercircus · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland/Yuuta WORLD

Synopsis: It's time for Yuuta to go home (finally) but of course it's NRC and something goes wrong. Just as Yuuta is about to transport into the mirror Malleus appears distraught that not only was he left out again, his only friend is leaving.

Leona tries to stop him and unfortunately the power harnessed from the last overblot crystal which Yuuta was carrying exploded-- aside from hurtling everyone into what appears to be a Octahedral dimension

(A world created from Yuuta.) Of everyone Leona and Malleus seem to be the only ones who switched bodies.

Characters: Malleus, Lilia, Leona

Warnings: the swearing/profanity, probably inappropriate topics (I don't really remember rn.)

Word count: um... According to Ao3 it's 1967 words... That's not very impressive...

Story:

Chapter 1: "If I Were You for a Day....."

Leona begrudgingly woke up. The last thing he remembered was the herbivore-- Yuuta Origami the one everyone called Yuu as a nickname preparing for leaving their world. Then the lizard showed up and everything went to hell from there.

There was a explosion followed by a light and a shattering sound. Like a gem --or a mirror-- being broken.

As soon as he saw Malleus he was gonna smack him. Preferably hard enough to knock him off his feet. Rubbing his face he suddenly noticed how pale his skin was. Did the explosion whitewash him? He didn't know that was possible.

No the skin felt weird like barely concealed...something.

"So you're awake. You certainly took your time about it." Odd. His own voice sounded weird.. It also sounded like it wasn't coming from his mouth. Slowly coming to terms with the green vest he wore and looking at the shadow looming over him....

Wait green vest--? The only person who wasnt wearing the ceremonial robes was Malleus which meant, horrifyingly.. That Leona was--

Oh no. No no no.

His form donned the ceremonial robes he clearly remembered putting on for Yuuta's supposed return to their home.

But why was he looking at his own body.

"The fuck?" He blurted out as he gawked at his body a neutral expression set on his face as they stared at each other.

He stared at his hands again. Those were scales.

"Oh fuck NO" he muttered cringing as his voice came out sounding like Malleus's. Which was to be expected, it was his body.

This meant of course that Malleus was in his body.

"Oi! how'd this shit happen??" He grabbed the shirt collar of "Leona" or rather Malleus in Leona's body.

"Oh calm down. If this was my doing I would have been able to reverse it by now." Malleus snapped, Leona's voice sounding more formal and composed than it had in years.

Lilia approached them "ah so you still haven't changed back. That's a problem." He looked dismally at Malleus in Leona's body. "But at least no else has switched bodies."

Both boys seemed to glow with rage. Leona's entire form had a golden colored aura around him and looked like he'd rather be elsewhere.

Malleus on the other hand looked to be actually angry. The sky filled with dark grey clouds and occasional lighting strikes.

"Oh." With a quick flick across the forehead Lilia effectively distracted Leona in Malleus's body enough to cause the weather to clear, with the clouds turning normal grayish white.

"Ow!"

"This a predicament though, it's probably for the best if you two stay together--" Lilia began.

"Have you lost your mind??" Leona snapped irritated and Malleus in Leona's body reached over presumably to hit him.

Glancing at him he hissed "uh uh dont touch me" and ran off to go find a place to nap.

He didn't care that he could hear footsteps of Lilia and the real owner of this body... Trapped in his own, chasing after him.

They caught him on one of the school towers' rooftops. He was just lounging there and wasnt particularly in a mood to move.

Well seems you're well adjusted" Lilia remarked cheerfully.

"I've been thinking and What about food? Sleeping?" He snarked glaring at Lilia.

"Dammit I can't catch a break" he grumbled slowly getting used to the low rumbling in his throat that happened when he got angry. In his own body he could ignore it since it had no meaning. Growling and roaring solved nothing. But in Malleus's body, near as he could figure, letting out a ear deafening roar might cause a few more problems.

"We lead very different lives it's gonna be hard to adjust." "Leona" added as if that made things better. He caught a glimpse of "Leona" pushing the hair out of his face as the wind blew. Seems both he and Lilia had no problem standing on a tower like it was the sidewalk.

"I suppose you'll have to get used to be each other, you did switch bodies. Why not keep up appearances for the time being?" Lilia offered and immediately was rejected.

"You want me to sleep in CLASS?!" Malleus voiced his complaint first.

"I know you aren't expecting me to sit through lunch listening to that annoyance prattle on about Him. Are you?" Leona retorted wishing he could flick his tail still.

"Have you seen what Leona eats for lunch??" Was the next protest from Malleus.

At that Leona snapped his-- Malleus's head up to glare at him for questioning his dietary habits.

They icily stared at each other, their expressions reflecting their refusal.

Lilia clearly regretted suggesting.

Leona and Malleus had seperate classes which proved a whole new problem. Keeping them from making a scene. At least they wouldnt be bickering. But that would make it hard to keep track of both of them. The school day was technically over which meant they could argue and bicker as much as needed to get it out of their system.

For tomorrow was a new day.

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"Here. bed clothes." He remarked reaching into his wardrobe and tossing Malleus a matching set of silky orange yellow pajamas. "Don't forget the hole for the tail-"

"Oh you'll be sleeping in my room, so don't throw away or damage the pillow for my horns." Malleus suddenly remarked. Leona had to mentally take a step back and process the instruction before saying any comments. So it was completely understandable that the only thing he could think of to say was "... What"

" were you not listening--" Malleus started unfolding the clothes. Paying no real mind to Leona's face.

" I heard you, I just... What..?"

"Surely you didn't think they were pretty decorations did you?"

"..." Leona didnt think it was wise to answer that. The weight of the horns was certainly not a decorative illusion.

"Have a peaceful night in Diasomnia" his voice said almost cheerfully scaring him with how happy his own voice sounded.

Nope.

"You're coming with." He grabbed "Leona's" arm dragging him through out the entire dorm and to the mirror. He completely ignored Malleus so he honestly wasn't sure if he protested or not.

Didn't matter. This body was... Way too fucking strong. He normally didn't mind this but it was currently telling him his own original body didn't weigh much more than one of the chairs back home. While this would have been something he could laugh about it wasn't fucking funny when it was him.

"Which room is yours"

"Obviously the one marked dorm leader" Malleus snarked the smartass tone dripping from his voice.

"Thanks Prince Helpful. I meant which floor"

"Oh last room on the second floor" Malleus answered as they sped past the kitchen.

Upon entering Diasomnia Leona had so many questions about this Damn dorm...

Most of them boiled down to "what the fuck?"

In Malleus's room Leona thought it would be smart to just grab any "night" clothes and sleep in them. Didn't matter if they matched or whatever.

He took off his pants and stopped. He didn't notice earlier from how agitated he was, and there was likely some spell to keep them from being obvious. But what the fuck even is this body.?!

"What is this?"

"Leona" now completely changed in the pajamas he gave him, tilted his head like he didn't see the problem.

"What the fuck is this shit?" He snapped pointing at his crotch area.

"Leona there is no way--" Malleus started sighing as he did so.

"NO I mean why is there TWO?" He interrupted running his finger over the both of them, immediately stopping due to not wantung to admit how good it felt.

"Born this way?" Malleus offered Leona's body shrugged and his lips curved into a half smirk.

"You're enjoying this."

"Might as well" Malleus replied collapsing on the bed.

"Hey. There better not be some sort of routine for these things"

"Want me to do it?" Malleus offered but he'd rolled over so he wasn't facing him anymore.

"...do what?" Leona asked without thinking.

"I'm not gonna do anything---" Leona mentally cringed at the thought of asking for assistance.

"Then Don't worry about it" Malleus interrupted sounding way too much like Leona.

Not really able to handle everything the day dished out he pulled on pajama pants and turned off the light.

"You're not gonna put a shirt on?" Malleus asked. He didn't think it mattered.

"Do I have to?" He sighed irritated.

"... No"

"Then shut up" he snapped.

He tried. He genuinely tried to fall asleep. But something about this body felt weird. Like now that it was night time it was time to get up and do stuff. He felt more awake now. One hour turned to two, two turned to three.

Must be a fae thing.

"Ok we got a problem."

No response.

"How do you sleep at night?"

Nothing.

"Fuck."

He sat up. Oh Great seven Malleus could see in the dark. This meant that Leona could see in the dark. He could see where everything in the room was. And unfortunately that Malleus had curled himself into a tiny ball and fell asleep in such a rigid position.

Pulling him out of the uncomfortable looking position was really easy and Malleus seemed barely aware it happened.

"..now what"

He closed his eyes hoping to sleep. At least a little.

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"Hey Leona, get up we have to go back to class at some time. Preferably today."

"Mm fuck off. I didn't get any sleep last night. I shouldn't have to get up" he complained.

He glanced up and stared at "Leona", that is Malleus in Leona's body wearing the school uniform all formal like. "How'd you get dressed so fast?"

"I'm going to stop Lilia from making breakfast. YOU get showered and dressed" Leona groaned in reply.

"Ugh wearing the clothes like this is just bothersome and stupid" Leona complained as he pulled at his collar and then loosened his tie.

"Grin and bear it-- hey don't unbutton your clothes!" Malleus looked over his shocked expression morphing on Leona's face. Leona deadpanned at him in response.

"Why not?"

"I-- nevermind. Don't do anything I wouldn't do" Malleus commented. "Right back at you" Leona rolled his eyes waving "Leona" away. Leona grimaced he wasn't sure how he liked this body, even given that he was supposed to be only borrowing it.

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Back in Malleus's room in Diasomnia Leona was supposed to focus on Malleus's homework but a noise distracted him. He went to the room "Leona" was in. "..." After what felt like five minutes he had a question.

"The fuck you whining about." He meant to ask it but it somehow came out as a statement.

"Yuuta abandoned me." Malleus-- "Leona" sniffled hugging the pillow. Leona internally cringed as he looked at himself crying, even if it was someone else in his body.

"My only friend. And they abandoned me. Without a thought. Were they really not my friend at all?" He cried. Seeing himself cry... Even if it was for what he considered a pathetic reason; was kinda... Leona shrugged off any shock he felt since realistically, Malleus would be in his own body crying like it would bring Yuuta back.

He silently stared as Malleus buried his face in the pillow again to quiet his sobs. Evidently heartbroken about Yuuta leaving. Leona sighed and sat down next to him. Malleus had stopped crying and turned to face him.

"What?" Malleus asked.

"Just go to sleep and quit crying" Leona snapped.

"How do you think it's going to be for us if we don't switch back?" Malleus suddenly asked. Leona didnt answer. He faked being asleep hoping Malleus would take the hint and fall asleep too.

*Chapter End*

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland lilia #body switching #humor #twisted wonderland/yuuta world

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geminiamethyst · 2 years

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Limitless. Chapter 31: Traitor

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 30: click HERE

Chapter 32: click HERE

"Is everyone okay?" Rantaro asked as he stood up from his seat. The other Limitless around him all muttered that they were okay. No one knew what had happened. One minute they were all talking like they weren't on the run to begin with. Then the next there was this violent jerking motion as the train suddenly had slammed the breaks. Rantaro looked over at everyone. Tenko was clutching onto Himiko, presumably to keep the smaller from flying out of her seat, while Himiko looked quite annoyed. Similar with Ryoma and Kirumi, as Kirumi kept the former tennis pro secured in his seat with her webbing. As Kokichi was leaning over Miu and Keebo's seats to tease them, he was slumped over as if he were knocked out. Thankfully, once he lifted his head up, he showed that he was just dazed, not unconscious. Miu was fusing over Keebo's ahoge which had been bent out of shape a little bit. Angie was praying as Kiyo was making sure that his mask was still secure on his face. Gonta's glasses had slipped of from the violent motion of the train, so he was currently on his hands and knees searching for them. Kaede was rubbing her head, showing that she may have hit it after the train had stopped. Rantaro gently got her into a sitting position, checking her over to make sure that she was alright and using his powers to heal her injury. Tsumugi seemed to be okay, fixing her glasses to be on straight.

Gonta smiled as he finally found his glasses under someone's seat. He thought to himself that maybe he should have someone fasten them a bit tighter as to not nearly lose them again. He slipped them back on his face, satisfied as the world seemed less of a blur.

"Does Gonta need new glasses? Gonta could've sworn that more people were on train." He suddenly asked out loud. It was a good job that he did it accidentally. It caught everyone's attention. Everyone stood up and glanced around them. There was no one else in the carriage. It was packed when they first started to leave. Where was everyone? Wanting to find out if there was anyone else still on the train, as soon as Kirumi got her webs off of him, Ryoma jumped from his seat and immediately ran towards the back of the train. In about 10 seconds he started running the opposite directions, almost bowling over Kaito in the process as he started to make his way back towards the group with Shuichi and Maki behind him.

"Everyone okay?" Kaito asked as Ryoma's blurred form disappeared to the front of the train.

"I think so." Rantaro said, finally taking his hands off of Kaede as she was now fully healed. He was about to check everyone else when Ryoma came back.

"Now we have another problem. There's no one else on the train." He announced, looking just as worried as everyone else. "No passengers, staff, even the driver seems to have bailed." As everyone was starting to mutter between themselves as to what was going on, Tsumugi had gotten up and started looking at each of the windows. Kaede noticed that the displayed looked incredibly, almost impossibly, calm despite the situation. She was looking out of the windows as if she were expecting something to come.

"Tsumugi? Are you okay?" Kaede asked, suddenly getting an unnerving feeling.

"I'm fine." Tsumugi smiled. Kaede wasn't sure about that smile. Tsumugi looked like a different person. Meanwhile, Shuichi was looking at the empty seats. He can't understand how a train full of people could suddenly be this empty. He looked up at the ceiling, suddenly spotting some kind of lenses. At first he thought that it was a light that all the seats had for when it got dark. However, he noticed that there was something that looked like a camera behind the glass. Were those hologram projectors of some kind? Someone must have gone into the trouble of closing the stations and possibly gotten some actors to pose as staff while holograms of random people were shown to "get on and off" the train. He suddenly remembered something coming towards the train. Something big. This had been a set up from the beginning.

"We need to get off of this train now! It's been a trap from the beginning!" He shouted, panic laced in his voice.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Miu shouted as she and everyone else started to grab their things. They were getting ready to make a run for it when Tsumugi suddenly started to skip up and down the aisle, laughing to herself.

"Tsumugi...?" Tenko asked, not sure how else to finish her question.

"I think that she hit her head a little too hard." Kokichi said, making a circle motion next to his head. Tsumugi didn't seem to notice as she stopped her little dance, looking at the others with wide and gleeful eyes.

"It's all too late. All the hope that you had will now dissolve into despair." She grinned, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a tiny square object. It had a blinking red light. It didn't take much for everyone to figure out that it was a tracker, and not one of the ones that Miu had made for the group to use.

"Tsumugi? Please tell me that this is some kind of joke." Kaito said, trying his best not to cause his voice to shake. This couldn't be...it can't be...there's no way that she'd give them all up. Right?

"Why would I joke? Especially when there is so much despair here. Or will be here." Tsumugi giggled. She suddenly took off her glasses and snapped them in half. As she tossed the remains of the accessory aside, her form started to change. Her hair shifted to to ponytails held with two bear hair clips, one white and one black. Her hair also changed colour from blue to a strawberry blonde. Her face looked like that of a super model as it was skilfully decorated with make up and her nails were long and scarlet red. Her clothes changes as well. Everything that was anime related was gone in an instant. She wore a black cardigan over a white dress shirt, the top of a black and red bra being shown as the two top buttons of her shirt were undone, a white tie with a red bow tied to it, a pleated red mini skirt and black boots with heels and red laces. The only thing that remained the same were her blue eyes. This wasn't a girl that anybody recognised.

"Oh! That feels so good to not be such a plain Jane!" Tsumugi smiled, her voice sounding completely different.

"Tsumugi..." Kirumi started.

"Not Tsumugi. God! I got bored of that name a long time ago. I'm surprised that I hadn't snapped of having the name of someone else." The girl moaned, her voice monotone and slow. Not Tsumugi? This wasn't the real Tsumugi? Then what happened to her? Who was this?!

"If you're not Tsumugi, then who the hell are you?" Kaito demanded.

"Oh you stupid idiot! You haven't figured it out. Oh wait! I forgot! The ugly wanna be model bitch couldn't get into Project J.E." The girl grinned, her voice sounding like a cute anime girl character.

"Who are you callin' an ugly wanna be model bitch?!" Miu shrieked.

"You're Project J.E?" Shuichi asked, feeling a chill run through his spine.

"Smarter than you look." The girl laughed. "But you can call me Junko Enoshima." Junko...Enoshima...Project J.E? She was with them the whole time? With her powers, she was the perfect spy.

CRASH!

"RYOMA!"

#limitless fic #Kaimaki #super power au #drv3 #kaede akamatsu #maki haruwaka #kaito momota #kokichi oma #junko enoshima #tenko chabashira #korekiyo shinguji #himiko yumeno #keebo #miu iruma #gonta gokuhara #angie yonaga #ryoma hoshi #rantaro amami #tsumugi shirogane

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threeopennames · 1 year

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HP1C10

Hallo Hallo

Surprising nobody, Ron and Harry decide that getting themselves into huge trouble and only surviving because of Hermione was a quite good adventure, and they are eager to repeat it. As a reward for saving them, she gets called a bossy know-it-all, and ignored. As a reward for being a total turd Harry gets a state of the art broom bought for him by McGonagall. He is told not to tell anyone, so of course, not even two pages later, they tell Draco. They rub this in Draco's face, and then a teacher comes by and rubs it more into his face, and then we're treated to a very long explanation of Quidditch. Again, we're very casually mentioning how horrible students have been mangled, but whatever. I'll be skipping the absurdity of how Quidditch is played and set up to make Harry the most special person ever, let's just let the author have this.

Then we skip ahead to, imagine this, ACTUAL MAGIC. The class learns how to make stuff levitate. Harry is terrible at it, because, I don't know, he's too cool practicing sports to learn nerd stuff like magic. Hermione tries to help Ron out with the spell and Ron throws a fit ('snarled'!), so she shows him how to do it. She does it great, and then he says she has no friends and is a nightmare, because Ron is a terrible nasty little child.

Hermione runs off crying which is our setup for the next scene. Everyone's enjoying some good Halloween whimsy lists when Quirrell shows up and says 'yo there a troll' then passes out. Everyone is told to go back to their dorms so OF COURSE Harry and Ron decide not to and instead to go tell Hermione about the troll. Now an astute reader might think 'hey, why don't they just tell someone about Hermione?', and the author cleverly addresses this point by ignoring it completely. In fact, they actively avoid teachers, because...well just because, don't think about it.

As a result of their stunningly brave defiance of authority they run into the troll and have absolutely no way to defend against it. Hermione, it turns out, is too scared to do anything, and needs saving. Using their advanced master of magic Harry and Ron I'm just kidding Ron literally just throws garbage at it and Harry sticks his wand up the troll's nose. I didn't quite get how Ron was pulling pipes and bathroom fixtures off the wall to throw at the troll- let's be REALLY generous and just assume he used magic when nobody was looking. This is such a weird scene, ignoring the damsel in distress stuff, because the setup is perfect to have your brave smart cunning Harry Potter superhero use his newfound magic powers to cleverly defeat a more powerful foe. Instead he tries to fight this giant monster in melee combat. Like, really? Couldn't he have at least zoomed around on his broom or something?

Ron successfully uses the levitation spell to awkwardly hit the troll with its own club, and the day is saved. McGonagall, again, shows up and accurately says 'you dumbasses could have died'. Hermione takes the fall presumably in exchange for being saved and then they all become great friends. Ron, most importantly, never has to apologizing for being such a shit, and Hermione ends up getting punished. What a happy ending.

I've heard it said Hermione is supposed to be the author's self insert, but at least in the first book, I have a hard time believing it. She does plenty of heavy lifting through the rest of the book but she's always kind of treated like garbage. Harry and Ron feel much more like self inserts, because they just never face any consequences for their actions (because they are always right). It's depressing reading how hard her character gets trashed through the rest of the story. Plenty more Hermione abuse remains to be revealed!

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Warnings: Blood, torture, kidnapping, injuries

"Just let me go" I whimper to my captures. I can feel the power blockers holding me to the metal chair. The blindfold keeps rubbing against the wound on my head. I can't even feel my legs anymore. They rip the blindfold off my face and I still can't see. It must be the drugs they have given me. I look to the blurry shape in front of me who I presume is the one who has been hurting me.

"Why would I do that?" They say before hitting me in the stomach. I start to cough and some type of liquid starts to come from my mouth. I spit it out and I'm guessing it hit the person by the yelp and the sharp pain in my thighs. I'm guessing there's a knife in my thigh now. I let out a loud whimper and a sob. I can feel the hot tears rush down my face and I feel them falling onto my lap.

"Please" I whisper. Yet I get no answer. I hear the person walking away and I continue to sit in silence for the next few moments try to stop my tears and sobs. Once my crying has stopped my vision has started to clear up. I look around and it seems like I'm in some type of basement type area. They tied me up really well but other than that there is nothing stopping stopping me from escaping out the window that's to my left. They just left me here with no one to supervise me.

"Okay, I've got this." I whisper to myself before using all the strength I have to break the flimsy power blockers. I break them off after minutes of struggling. I continue to struggle in the ropes and after an hour of work I finally get out of everything. I stand up and fall right to the floor. Using all my energy has left me so weak I can nearly stand. I craw over to the window and break it with my elbow. I feel the glass shards digging into my arm as I climb out the window. I start to walk out of whatever weird house this is. I get to the gate and start to climb it before I hear people yelling. I continue to climb the fence as footsteps come towards me. I heave myself over the fence and I try my best to run away. As I'm going I feel something hit my arm. I look down and see a dart. I pull it out and continue running. I really don't know where to go.

"Hey, Icarus" I look up from my phone to see Phobus standing in the door way. I roll my eyes before answering him.

"What? Why do you call me that when were home?" I snarl at him.

"I know calling you your villain name really annoys you so," he shrugs, "Do you have the plan for breaking into somewhere or taking down Phoenix tomorrow?" He asks me. I raise and eyebrow not giving him an answer but asking him my own question.

"I want to throw a party for the villain group here and if you're going to be out I'm going to chose a different day." He says looking down at his phone. I look at my calendar on my phone and see nothing planned for that day.

"What day is tomorrow?"

"Friday. How did you not know that?" He gives me a weird look as he makes his way into his room.

"I've got nothing planned. When's the party?" I ask glancing back at my phone.

"It's going to start at 6." He tells me.

"Cool. Who's coming?" I look at him then my computer.

"Everyone from the Villain organization and they all can bring a plus one if they want." He replies grabbing the soda off my desk and sitting on my bed.

"First off, that's mine. Second, get your dirty chores off my bed." I stand up and grab my soda from him and push him off my bed.

"Fine. Just be ready tomorrow." I roll my eyes as he walks out of my room.

I let out a sigh and walk out of my room soon after. I make my way to the kitchen and grab an apple out of our fruit tray. I sit at the counter opening up my texts to message Huxley. That's when the door bell rings.

"Ace can you get that. I don't want to get up." Peter calls from his room.

"Fine." I yell back up at him. I make my way to the front door. As I get closer I hear the frantic knocking. I open the door and I see Phoenix standing there in a sports bra and torn leggings. Her hair is a mess and she holding her elbow with a bloody hand. She's shivering, bleeding, and scared. Her eyes are cloudy and dazed. She's been drugged. She has blood on her face and bruises everywhere, like she was assaulted. She looks up at me with big doe eyes and a sway in her body. She looks like she's about to pass out.

"I didn't know where else to go." She mumbles before collapsing into my arms. I take in a sharp breath before picking her up and bringing her to to the couch. Peter looks up before jumping off the couch.

"What the hell dude! I know we're the bad guys but what the hell! If you're really going to do that do it in your room!" He yells at me. I roll my eyes and set her body down. I walk to the kitchen and get towels so wipe up her blood and her wounds.

"Is that Phoenix?" He ask, but I continue to ignore him. I sit down next to her head and pull it onto my lap. I keep pressure on her head wound with my towel while I grab my phone and text Huxley that I needed him to get Kris. I get an okay before I hear a 'voop' sound from behind me. I turn to see Huxley and Kris standing there.

"Yo, what happened to her! I thought you were starting to like her?" Huxley exclaims looking at the girl laying on me.

"Kris I need you to use your powers on her." I ask completely ignoring what Huxley said.

"What? She already down why don't you kill her yourself? Plus that's a lot of energy, even if she's already almost dead it's a lot more energy then just weakening someone. I can feel that she's around an hour away from death, just let her die if you don't want to kill her." I wait for him to finish his rant before replying.

"I want you to heal her Kris. Not kill or hurt her. Did you forget your powers go two ways you idiot?" I snap at him. He lets out a huff before kneeling next to her head as it rests on my lap.

"God dude what the hell did you do to her?" Huxley asks looking at the girl on the couch.

"I didn't do anything." I grumble watching as Kris hovers his hand over her head. He lets out a breath and a yellow light comes from his hand. He passes it down his body before bringing it back to her head and holding it there for a moment. The yellow light from his palm fades and I watch as her wounds heal themselves. I stop putting pressure on her head and start to wipe up all the remaining blood from her body.

"What happened to her? She had so many cuts and her head was bleeding with a cracked skull. She had internal bleeding and full on broken ribs. She has so much drugs in her system I'm surprised that she's wasn't dead when it came into her system." Kris tells me.

"I don't know. She just appeared on our doorstep. I don't know what happened to her." I tell them while looking at the time on my phone.

"She is pretty." Peter says while walking up to us. He goes to brush her hair from her face but I grab his hand before he can touch her.

"Don't touch her." I snarl at him. I throw his hand away and I look at the girl laying on my lap. I take a breath and move her hair from her face. Seeing her like that made me upset and I really don't know why. She's my enemy. I've been trying to capture her for years but I couldn't see her hurt. I look down at her when I hear her groan.

My eyes feel heavy as I open them. I don't even remember where I was or how I got out of that place. I open my eyes to a tall soft grey ceiling. I look to my right and see a person. It takes me a moments before I realize it's Icarus. I sit up and look over to see Phobus, Heberos, and Kalarij standing in the middle of the room. I let out a yelp and scramble away from them to the corner of the room that lines with the couch. I pull my legs into myself while looking at the men.

"Woah, calm down man." Kalarij exclaims to me. I feel tears come to my eyes even if I don't know why.

"What do you want? Was it you who took me? Why?" I yell at them with a few tears coming down my face.

"We didn't do anything you idiot. You showed up on our door step all hurt and stuff. What, you can't remember who almost killed you?" Phobus laughs at me. I feel another tear come as memories start to come through my head. I don't even notice that Icarus scolds him for his words.

"What happened to you?" Herberos commands from me.

"They took me. They found my apartment. They drugged me. I don't know. They hurt me." I stutter. I feel more tears come along with a few sobs when I remember how they took me from my home. My safe place.

"You live in an apartment? Seriously? You are one of the most famous hero's with a big enemy and you live in a normal city apartment." Kalarij asks while chuckling. I watch Icarus grab his arm and heat up his hand as to slightly burn his friend, colleague? I don't know. I continue to watch as Icarus slowly walks towards me. I try to get back farther but I can't even move. I kick my feet out and try to hit him when he gets close enough but he stops me. He grabs my legs and keeps them still as he kneels in front of me.

"Tell me what you remember." He asks while looking into my eyes. I relax under his gaze. I don't know why but he brings me this feeling of comfort right now. He grabs my hand and holds it in my lap.

"It was after our fight at the church. I walked home and when I got there I sat down at my table and I feel something poke my neck and then I fell asleep. I woke up maybe an hour later and I was drugged and had power blockers. They kept a blindfold on me and they kept coming in and hurting me. I think they asked me questions but I didn't answer and I think that is why they would hurt me. They would come in every hour for 30 minutes before leaving again. They did that everyday until I got out." I tell him. I continue to look into his eyes and he has this calculating look in his eyes.

"Our fight was ten days ago." He whispers. I nod my head before letting my head fall, looking at my lap. "They had you for ten days!" He yells. I feel his hand start to heat up. I think that I'll be fine because of my powers but I start to feel it burn really bad. I try to let go but his temper doesn't let him.

"Let go!" I yell while prying my hand from his, "Those stupid power blockers." I whisper while cradling my hand to my chest.

"Wait, I'm sorry. Please." He says while holding out his hand. I slowly put my hand into his. He looks over to Kalarij who walks over. I try to pull my hand back but Icarus grips it stronger. I wince while I continue to try and get my hand back.

"Let go!" I grunt while struggling.

"Just let him heal you!" Icarus yells back at me. I continue to struggle but he heals me anyway. Once my hand is healed Icarus lets me go. I look at my now healed hand.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"Leave boys." Icarus says it his friends. They look at each other before Herberos grabs their hands and they disappear.

"Do you know who did this?" He asks me. I shake my head in response.

"Can I go home now." I ask weakly.

"They know where you live. You will stay here for now." He demands. I shake my head again but he doesn't seem to want to take no for an answer. "I just want you to be safe from them. I don't want them to take you again. Please just stay here."

"Why?" I ask. He comes closer to me and places his hand on my cheek in a comforting way. I place my hand over his and lean into his touch.

"Because no one is allowed to kill you." He whispers.

"What about you?" I ask.

"I never wanted to kill you."

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wazzupmrstark · 3 years

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instead of you [part fifteen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption

word count: 1.7k

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Don’t tell Sam. Sam. SAM.

“Shit.”

You had to fix this in a matter of seconds. Should you slap him? Act like nothing happened? Pretend you were drunker than you actually were and play dumb?

“Wait, you’re not Sam?” you squinted your eyes like you were trying to see who was in front of you, acting like you were too drunk to remember who you were with. “Oh my god.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Tom tried.

“I-” you didn’t know how to respond. “Why did you do that?”

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I don’t know, it didn’t mean anything!” You’d be lying if you told yourself that didn’t sting a little. If he didn’t have any sort of feelings for you, why would he kiss you? “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Please don’t tell my brother.”

“You want me to lie to my boyfriend?”

“I mean, is it lying if you just don’t mention it?”

“It’s a lie of omission- are you really going to debate me about philosophy right now?”

“Then yes, I do want you to lie to your boyfriend because if he finds out he’ll never speak to me again.”

“You realize what kind of position that puts me in?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes.”

You couldn’t even think straight. Feelings of confusion, panic, anger, and regret fought for control of your conscience. “What if someone had seen us? Taken a picture of us? You’re a public fucking figure, Tom. That could’ve put your career at risk.” “Don’t you think I know that?” he growled. “I don’t need you to lecture me on how stupid it was.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoffed.

“I know.”

You stood from the table to leave, hoping he wouldn’t follow you, but he called after you, your name echoing in your ears like a warning. Reluctantly, you turned back to face him with a bitter taste on your tongue.

“You won’t tell him, right?”

You stared him down for a moment, watching nerves etch themselves onto his features before answering. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

It was a promise you didn’t want to make, but you felt like you had no other choice. You hadn’t just broken the ‘no flirting’ rule, you’d blown straight past it into completely uncharted territory. And technically Tom had been the one to initiate, you hadn’t kissed him back, but you couldn’t say you hadn’t felt something when he did.

You had never lied to Sam before- at least not on this scale. You felt sick to your stomach, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol.

You almost didn’t want to go back to your room. You urged the elevator to go as slow as possible as you checked your appearance in the reflective wall. The tarnished gold was smudged with handprints, but you were still able to make out your ruined lipstick. You weren’t sure it had been messed up sometime during dinner, or if it was Tom’s doing but you couldn’t take a chance. You used your thumb to wipe away the evidence as the intercom on the elevator let out a ding to let you know you’d reached your floor.

With a shaky breath you pushed yourself into the hallway and forced yourself to put one foot in front of the other to walk to your room. You didn’t have a key, so you had to knock. You half-hoped Sam was already asleep, even if it meant you’d have to spend the night in the hallway.

But as luck would have it he was still up and he opened the door seconds later. He was definitely out of it, blinking at you to put you in focus.

“There you are,” he said tiredly, rubbing one of his eyes with his hand. “I was wondering when you’d come up.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you up,” you apologized as you breezed past him into the room.

“Nah, I was just messing around.”

A lie, you knew, but you let it slide knowing you were keeping a much bigger secret. He was already dressed for bed in his boxers and one of your t-shirts and his hair was wet from a shower.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing your anxious energy.

You nodded. “I had too much to drink.”

“Ah, me too, I think. Come take a shower. It’ll help.”

You took his advice and tried to sober up in the shower, letting the cold water run over your bare skin until you were shivering. When it didn’t make you feel any better you turned off the faucet completely and dried off, wrapping a towel around your body and sitting on the edge of the tub.

“Y/n?” came Sam’s muffled voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You sighed. Why did he have to know you better than you knew yourself? You pushed yourself up from the tub and opened the door.

“I had like three more shots after you left,” you mumbled.

The color drained from his face as he took in this additional information and he frowned. “Jesus, I thought I was drunk. Do you feel sick?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay, well let’s go to bed,” he urged. His accent was always thicker when he was drunk, and in a funny way it sounded like home, like all of those Friday nights back on campus.

Sam gave you space to change into your clothes for bed and crawled under the covers to wait for you. You dressed yourself, hung your towel in the bathroom, and shut off the main light before feeling your way through the darkness over to the bed.

You managed to get your drunk ass in bed without tripping which you considered to be a miracle. Sam slung his arm across your stomach as soon as you settled on the mattress and pulled you against his hip. You tensed underneath his touch, but he didn’t seem to notice.

You couldn’t relax no matter how hard you tried, and sleep taunted you for hours, hovering just out of your reach.

Sam’s alarm woke you from restless dreaming some hours later, when the sun had barely brushed the horizon.

You groaned and rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow. Your head was pounding and you didn’t even want to think about facing Tom. The simple motion of rolling over had made you nauseous and you knew that standing up was going to be a whole nother ordeal.

“Come on, love,” Sam said, nudging you with his knee. He was already sitting up, rolling the tension out of his neck from a night on the stiff mattress. “We gotta be downstairs in a few minutes.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you felt pathetic. You didn’t have the strength to be around Tom today, especially with Sam right there.

“Don’t feel good,” you moaned.

“We’re all hungover,” Sam sighed. “We’re not even doing that much walking today.”

You turned your head enough for him to see the tears running down your cheeks and he pursed his lips, expression turning worried.

“Oh.”

“Can you make something up?” you pleaded.

He nodded. “I’ll tell them you have a fever or something.”

You swallowed your shame and squeezed your eyes shut, whispering thanks into his shirt. Sam kissed your forehead and then got up. You vaguely heard him moving around the room getting ready, but drifted in and out of sleep as he did.

Once he was dressed he softly told you goodbye, that he hoped you felt better, and that he’d bring you back some food later on.

The door clicked shut and you let your guilt continue eating you alive.

You wondered how Tom would react when Sam told his family you weren’t feeling well, if his face would give anything away. He was an actor, he should be able to handle it. But you also wondered what he was feeling, if he felt as guilty as you did- or even more so. Or maybe he wouldn’t even care. You never knew when it came to him.

You rolled onto your back and propped yourself up on a pillow, using the free time to respond to some messages from friends and family. It was the middle of the night back in the States, but at least they’d wake up knowing you weren’t dead. To be fair, everyone knew your communication skills weren’t the best so they probably weren’t expecting anything from you anyway, but you still wanted to put in the effort.

The rest of the day passed by quicker than you would’ve liked. You spent it in bed, tossing and turning as you desperately tried to fall back asleep. You kept pushing the blankets off of you, then burying yourself beneath them again, flipping between hot and cold. Maybe you really did have a fever. Your clothes were suffocating you so you ended up stripping and dropping them on the floor by the bed.

By the mercy of some higher power you were able to nap for a couple of hours scattered throughout the afternoon, but by dinner time you were wide awake again and passed the time by watching Avatar: The Last Airbender in Italian on the hotel tv.

It was playing an earlier episode, the one where the gaang visited Kyoshi Island. You couldn’t understand any of the dialogue, obviously, but you still found comfort in the familiar scenes.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, startling you out of your focus. You jerked your head towards the sound and scrambled from the bed. You slipped back into your t-shirt, but didn’t bother putting on pants before opening the door because you figured it was just Sam. And it was. He looked exhausted, but in the best kind of way and was holding a styrofoam container of food that was presumably for you.

“Forgot the key,” he said sheepishly, offering you the food. You smiled and took it from him, stepping aside to let him in.

He didn’t take your cue, instead he stayed where he was standing in the doorway awkwardly. It was then that you realized he wasn’t alone, that his older brother had been standing behind him the entire time.

Sam offered no explanation, only shrugged like he didn’t know why he was there either.

“Tom?” you asked, awaiting an explanation for yourself.

“Can we talk?”

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blueathens · 3 years

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Falling In Love With Your Soulmate

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 '𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾?' 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝖵 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐 '𝖣𝖺𝗐𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗄,' 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖡𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖸/𝗇.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆."

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Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it's crazy.

They say love is the only thing that is powerful enough to make you crazy. When Ben first met Y/n he felt the sudden need to show off to her. It was at a friend’s party, and he vaguely heard that she enjoys skateboarding, so when he saw her standing by the a group practicing small little tricks, he decided to walk up to one of his mates in the group and asked if he could have a go.

“Ben, man, I didn’t know you could skateboard.” They said to him, passing Ben the skateboard happily, the same very board that Ben had no idea how to use. He took a quick glance at the girl with the gorgeous locks of (h/c) hair and noticed that she was beaming at him taking the board. His eyes snapped back to board in his hands, his check flushing with a bright crimson at her eyes on him.

He placed the board on the floor, knowing that everyone’s eyes in the group was watching him, especially her. His foot on the board, pushing it forwards and back a few times, before giving one final push and he glided away.

It was all going so well, the group cheered and clapped as they watched him go. Ben was surprising himself the most considering he’s never done this before. His ears was focusing on Y/n voice of praises, and it brought him to a world of bliss.

His crazy idea wasn’t so crazy after all, well that’s what he fought until his face meet the incoming tree he didn’t see coming.

“Ouch.” He moaned at the impact, him sitting on his arse, skateboard at his feet, and his eyes were closed as his hand rubbed his head. He heard his friends running to him, shouting words of concern. But he didn’t open his eyes until he felt something cold hit his head, and someone sitting next to him. And when he saw Y/n he swears his pupils dilated in size once again, and he feared that she may have noticed it. Her hand was holding onto the icepack on his head meaning her face was so close to his. And he wanted to slap himself when he felt his eyes flicker down to her lips before looking back into her memorising (e/c) eyes.

“Hey, I’m Y/n.” She told him, voice sounding like angels singing.

“I know.” He responded instantly, eyes shutting immediately as those words flew from his mouth. His eyes opened once again, allowing Y/n to see the ocean again, but his eyes didn’t focus on her, they looked everywhere else where she wasn’t because he knew if he looked at her he would do something crazy, like kiss her. “I-I mean I heard others call you that so I presumed that was your name and it’s a really pretty name and-” he was rambling now and he wished he would just shut up so he didn’t have to embarrass himself more, he already crashed into a tree after claiming he could skateboard and now he was just a rambling mess in front of the girl he’s been crushing on in secret for ages now. “I mean, I’m Ben.”

“I know.” She giggled out and his eyes finally looked back into hers. “It’s a really pretty name too.”

Maybe Ben should thank the tree as it gave him the opportunity to finally talk to you.

“You didn’t actually know how to skateboard, did you?”

“No.” He shook his head, groaning before his next words. “So embarrassing.”

“No, no.” She smiled; she was no longer holding the icepack as Ben took over so he could function a little better without feeling dizzy with her face so close to his. Her knees was brought up closely to her chest, cheek resting against her knee as she gazed at him. “You did really good for a beginner.”

“Your just saying that.”

“Honest.” She said. “It would have been embarrassing if you knew how to skateboard only for you to crash into a tree.” She bit her lip, debating whether she should ask her next question. After another minute thought she decided to ask him, “Why did you do it if you knew you couldn’t?”

“A stupid idea to impress this girl I like.”

Y/n smile grew bigger, knowing that he meant her as she was the only girl in the area that was watching him.

“That was rather stupid of you…you didn’t need to impress her.”

“I heard that she liked skateboarding.” He nibbled on his lip. “So I thought maybe she notice me if I did that.”

“She would’ve defiantly noticed you now by that god awful crash.” She giggled, resulting in Ben chucking along, bringing his hand up to cover his face.

“Shut up.” He mumbled.

“She noticed you way before you crashed into a tree by the way.” She whispered.

“Yeah?” He asked her lowly.

“Yeah…you didn’t need to do something so crazy.”

“They say only love makes you crazy.” His eyes flickered back to her lips, but he didn’t feel the need to kick himself when he noticed she too glanced at his lips.

“Love, huh?”

“Love.”

Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall.

There’s a quote which says: ‘Don’t find love, let love find you. That’s why it’s called falling in love because you don’t force yourself to fall…you just fall.’

It’s beautiful because it’s true.

You can’t force yourself to love someone, you have to fall for them. You have to keep on falling down the rabbit hole in hopes that your beloved will catch you in the end. You simply can’t rise in love because that would be you choosing who to love. No, falling is the only way you can do it because it’s unexpected.

Ben never choose to fall in love with Y/n he just did after seeing her so carelessly dancing in front of the fire. She swayed around like she was the only person there, and to Ben she was. She was the only person who mattered in that moment. She danced like no body was watching and he knew it wasn’t the alcohol doing it to her as there was none that night he saw her. He wanted to know everything about her in that moment. He wanted to be the only person to be her insanely happy. And he wanted her to do the same to him.

He wasn’t looking for love at the time for he was only 21 – he crashed into the tree two years later – but he just felt his heart pound harder, his palms sweating more than it has ever done before and he just wanted to be close to her. He just wanted her. But he never tried anything as he saw another man walked over and held her whilst kissing your lips, interrupting her sweet trance – she broke up with him a year later and still Ben never tried anything due to him being too afraid too – and it was true when you truly have fallen you hurt more watching the person you have fallen for be with someone else, and they wasn’t there to catch you, leaving you falling down the rabbit hole alone.

You can’t choose who you fall in love with, you just have to let love find you and that was what Ben did.

And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation.

Ben didn’t come to terms with the fact that he fell with you until he heard your sweet voice rant about space. He never knew that the naked eye could only see up to 9,096 stars. He never knew that stars were born in batches in their Steller Nurseries and then, over time, they travel through the Milky Way, far from their creches. He never knew any of this until he heard Y/n talk so passionately about it, and it was like everyone was drawn into the way she spoke. He could see her eyes sparkle at everything she says, a huge smile on her face, and using wild hand gestures to describe the words that flew from her mouth so perfectly.

Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life. You see, for all life is an act of faith and an act of gamble. The moment you take a step, you do so on an act of faith because you don't really know that the floor's not going to give under your feet.

It was a week after the crash that Ben finally asked her out. He was walking her home after a group hangout after one of Leicester’s matches – bear in mind that this was in the year of 2019, he has not yet joined Chelsea – the warm weather was turning colder, and the sun was setting behind the clouds. His hand occasionally brushed against hers, pinkies tapping one another, waiting for them to interlock, a Ben finally did before sliding all his fingers between hers. He looked at her through the corner of his blue eyes, and saw that she was smiling faintly, but she hide it by biting her lip.

“You have a really beautiful smile.” He told her, causing her to let go off her lips and smile warmly at him.

“You’ve been full of compliments tonight.”

“What can I say? I’m a charmer.” He smirked, his hand pressed hers causing her to respond and it was now him who had to hold back the massive smile that was fighting to appear.

“You weren’t when you finally spoke to me.”

“Maybe I could make up for that by you going out on a date with me.” He blurted out, eyes widening slightly at how the response just casually rolled of his tongue, not even thinking about it.

“Is that so?” She raised a brow at him.

“Yeah, we could go to Leicester Planetarium, I know how much you love space.” He blushed slightly, not realising that she may have not known he was at that gathering that night.

“You remembered?” She uttered softly, surprised that someone remembers something so little but yet so important to her…no one has ever done that before.

He gave her half shrug. “I remember everything.” He told her tenderly.

When they reached her block of flats, Y/n left a lingering kiss against Ben’s rosy cheeks and whispered a little “I’ll see you on Saturday.” Before walking up into her apartment block and travelled up to her room. Ben watched her go, touching the spot on her cheek where her lips just touched. Once he knew she would be safely in his apartment he jumped up in joy, fist pumping the cool air, whispering happily a small ‘hell yeah,’ before leaving to go home, hands in his pockets and he whistled a quiet tune to fill the silent night. What he didn’t realise was the girl of his dreams watched his celebration through her apartment window, laughing at his behaviour, chuckling out, “what an idiot,” before closing her grey curtains, humming a tune to fill her quiet apartment.

Everything Ben did that night was out of an act of faith and gamble, not knowing what she’ll say scared him, but he took that leap of faith, and it took him to solid ground of yes.

The moment you take a journey, what an act of faith. The moment that you enter into any kind of human undertaking in relationship, what an act of faith. See, you've given yourself up. But this is the most powerful thing that can be done: surrneder. See. And Love is an act of surrender to another person. Total abandonment. I give myself to you. Take me. Do anything you like with me. See. So, that's quite mad because you see, it's letting things get out of control. All sensible people keep things in control. Watch it, watch it, watch it. Security? Vigilance Watch it. Police? Watch it. Guards? Watch it. Who's going to watch the guards?

The moment Ben and Y/n made their relationship official it was like a breath of fresh air. Ben felt like he can just relax around her and surrender everything he has to her because he trusts her. And he wasn’t even afraid. She could destroy him, crush his heart, shatter his mind, ruin him, break him, hurt him, she could take everything he had, and he would let her willingly.

He loves her with all his heart and even if he knew that she would never intentionally hurt her, he would still let her if she chose to.

He’ll give her everything she wants in a blink of an eye. If she wanted the world, then she got it. If she wanted the juiciest of the reddish apples there was, then she got it.

But she only wanted him as she too was head over heels for him, she would hand him everything too.

They would surrender their selves to one another, and they would never regret it.

Love is surrendering oneself to the other to establish the form of trust. If you couldn’t show yourself to the person you love the most, was it truly love? Love is giving yourself up to the other person. You would allow your beloved to do anything to you at their own will, all because love makes your crazy.

So, actually, therefore, the course of wisdom, what is really sensible, is to let go, is to commit oneself, to give oneself up and that’s quite made. So we come to the strange conclusion that in madness lies sanity.

Y/n was his sanity through all the madness would do for her. Through all the madness he feels for her.

That’s why he asked her to marry him. That’s why he cried when he saw her walk down the aisle so elegantly, so beautifully, to him in that gorgeous white dress. He couldn’t wait to make her ‘Mrs Chilwell’ and he couldn’t wait until his lips touched hers again, the wait was agony not just for him but for Y/n too. Both were practically on the balls of their feet, waiting for the officiator to finalise the ceremony, bring it to the end where he says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

And when his lips touched hers it was like the very first time again, her bowed her down as his lips smiled against hers, his hands firmly on the lace covering her waist. And when he brought her back up, still smiling, he pecked her lips a few more times before walking hand-in-hand down the aisle, heading to get photograph of the two, now married couple, and to the after-party.

They tell you to marry your soulmate and that was what Y/n was to him.

And what is a soulmate you may ask.

Well, it's like a best friend, but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else.

“Amanda from the office is having an affair with Paul, our boss!” You panted as you came running through the living room door. He jumped off the sofa yelling you to wait as you jumped up and down with gossip to spill. He grabbed a bag of popcorn and two lemonades for you both before throwing you over his shoulder, and placing you gently onto the sofa, leaving a kiss on your lips and nose, before he sat next to you.

“Okay, go.” He said once he opened the bag of popcorn.

“She’s pregnant with Paul’s kid, but she told her husband, Michael that it’s his child.”

“No.” He gasped, filling his mouth with popcorn. “But he’ll be able to tell when the baby comes as he and Paul look nothing alike.”

“I guess Amanda hasn’t realised that until Michael reminded her that they haven’t had sex in over two months after she said she was 5 weeks pregnant. B-but then Michael cracked it down and found out that she’s been sleeping with our boss, so he came into the office, punching Paul, throwing him against the wall. Only stopping when Amanda yelled out that she was sleeping with him to get a higher pay rise.”

“What?!”

“And then Michael told Paul that there was no hard feelings and he and Amanda left. They fucking just walked out.”

“Did she get fired.”

“Don’t know. But Paul was well angry.”

It's someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don't make you a better person... you do that yourself-- because they inspire you.

Y/n wasn’t in the best of places before she met Ben and he helped her deal with everything that was going on, making her happier, but in reality it was more her who got herself better, Ben was just the guiding light to safety.

Y/n inspired Ben to move to Chelsea in 2020, it was something that he was planning to do but he didn’t want to if Y/n didn’t come with him. But she reassured him that she would and support him in everything he did.

They made each other better people out of care and love.

Love wasn’t just full of craziness; they was always sanity to be found. And that sanity is found within a soulmate who understands you.

A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would.

“I still find it kind of cute and stupid that you tried to skateboard to get my attention.” Y/n cheekily reminded him, tracing his abs with her finger as she laid on his chest, his hand rubbing up and down her bare back.

“You love reminding me of my humiliation, don’t you?” He smirked, pressing a light kiss onto the top of her head.

“If you never crashed, you probably would have never had the guts to talk to me.”

He chuckled lightly.

“I still remember that the naked eye can only see about 9,096 stars.” He whispered.

“Gosh, you really do love me.”

“More than all of the stars in the universe.”

And no matter what happens.. you'll always love them.

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can you do 30 with kakashi and a fem reader pls 🥺🤲 I love your work and am so happy for you regarding your follower milestone, congrats !!

[Kakashi Hatake X Reader] The Power of Love

|200 Followers Event|

Prompt: 30 — "I mean it."

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

Note: Aloha, I'm back!!! Thanks for the request and the cheers😝 Okay, this one is AHHH, the title :DD This one is very sentimental but playful at the same time. There's like some serious talk but also entertaining moments, too. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Constant requests that you get married were sent in your way for the past several months. Your parents were tired of having to wait to see you bring a man home, but you had no intention to comply. The topic would come up to the table during dinner every now and then, with your mother furrowing in her brows and your father sighing in distress. On your part, you played cool, soothing them that you just found a guy and dismissing the matter with a feigned grin.

Everything would be ordinary, much to your own liking until your parents secretly signed you up for a match-matching service. You had a big argument that night but they smugly smiled and ensured that you would fall in love with him immediately. It was ridiculous.

“You��d be head over heels in no time, Y/N,” your mother said.

“Like she knows who he is,” you mumbled, scoffing on your way back to your apartment.

Though you completely shut the door to the new romance—the guy that you presumably knew nothing about—you woke up earlier than usual, earlier than you should. You blamed it on your neighbor’s child crying but you discerned that you were being irrational. The whole situation was aberrant. You purposefully threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt that was too worn out for a first date. Still, you could not be any more careless, the last thing you wanted was to get the man to generate some form of adoration for you. You checked yourself in the mirror and made sure that you looked representable nonetheless.

The sun was already high up in the sky when you locked your door and tiredly dropped the keys into your handbag, storming to the destination with angry steps. It was your day off and you could have spent your time on something much more meaningful, training, for example. Kakashi-senpai said you still needed to hone your close combat skills. You pursed your lips at the thought of the Hatake, feeling even more enraged and annoyed. The said Shinobi was a nice guy, he was gentle and mannered with everyone but you. He treated you like his kid, bossing you around, requesting you to dig through the shelves of bookstores to find the limited edition of Icha Icha that was recently published. But you did not quit being his subordinate. Kakashi had everything that you needed to harness, from his skills to knowledge, and you would never let such a golden opportunity go wasted.

Being with him for two long years brought you many benefits and visible improvements, one of them being your patience. You were short-tempered and Kakashi was just the perfect tame to your boiling climate. The silver-haired veteran knew you were cantankerous on some days, like today, when you were having an involuntary sunbathing session, and would always be later than he usually would. Over the drenching months, you grew indifferent to his tardiness, adapted to his peculiar conscience of time, and no longer rambled when he arrived. He would come up with the most bizarre excuses to get away with it, and at first, you were furious about it, but you found them somewhat adorable now.

You smiled, wondering why you were recalling your moments with Kakashi when you were waiting for your date to come. You bit the inner side of your cheek when you realized your patience was running thin—it reminded you of your silver-haired senpai. Releasing a shaky breath, you calmed yourself down, assuring that you would apologize to the man that it was merely a misunderstanding with your parents that they signed you up for today. You rubbed the surface of the table with your fingers and let your thoughts carried you away at the moment, unconsciously drumming the rhythm of your favorite song—his favorite song that you grew accustomed to after years of the very special silver-haired occupying your day.

“You seem nervous.”

Your head perked at the unexpectedly familiar voice, “Kakashi-senpai?”

The silver-haired settled himself in the opposite seat with ease, “Good morning, Y/N.”

“What are you doing here?” You did not bother to greet him back properly due to the tremendous shock being registered into your system.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to… to,” you came to a halt, fumbling with the hem of your shirt when you found it impossible to continue. It was embarrassing.

“Blind date?” He questioned, quirking a brow.

Your cheeks heated up in modesty, unable to answer his beseech.

“That seems like a yes,” Kakashi leaned back, enjoying your flustered state, “I’m here for a blind date, too.”

“A what?”

“A blind date,” he repeated without failing to lose his composure.

It took you several seconds to comprehend the whole situation, then you shifted in your chair, propping your elbows onto the table to hide your blush, “This is such an… interesting encounter. But I won’t change my mind.”

You were fairly absolute with the plan to turn the whole thing down, despite whoever was your date, despite it being Kakashi Hatake. You did not want to risk the bond that took you so long to form with him and the trust that he enlisted you upon. You could not.

“I also came resolute,” he made a simple, yet down-to-earth statement. Kakashi caught your eyes and challenged, “What do you want to do after a coffee date?”

“No,” you jerked away, “what are you saying? Are you okay, senpai?”

“We’re on a date and you still call me senpai?”

“Look, we’re not going to do this, we can’t, Kakashi,” you tried to explain but to no avail.

The silver-haired smugly smiled, “Good, Kakashi sounds much nicer.”

“I’m not joking,” you cleared your throat and glared at him.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I mean it.”

Your lips fell apart as the coherence in your mind shattered into bits and pieces. Kakashi silently observed the fleeting expressions that you made, waiting for your response.

“I don’t know,” you stuttered. You knew who Kakashi was and the tragedy of your occupation. The two of you did not deserve anyone’s love, for once that you held the chance of breaking their heart. You looked away from his eyes to conceal the wavering of your emotions, “I never thought about life in that way. I don’t need a man in my life, that’s what I’d like to believe. I don’t want anyone to feel battered when I’m gone.”

“I hate it to see those I love cry and mourn, too,” he mumbled. You listened attentively as though it was yourself confessing to the dark. Kakashi continued, “I only live for a certain amount of time but I have been constantly filling it with despair and loneliness. There were things that I want to do and people that I want to love, but because of my fear of hurting them, I didn’t. But after the massive loss that I’ve experienced, everything was different, I understood how painful regret actually is.”

Tears began to well in your eyes the more his words dropped. You balled your fists, blinking profusely to prevent the warm droplets from escaping. Kakashi noticed your quiet sobs, running his fingers over your trembling hands, loosening your grip, and interlacing your fingers with his. You released a heavy sigh and pulled both your hands back, wiping away your tears as quickly as when they fell and dampened the fabric of your jeans.

“You’re not at the bottom of agony when you lose someone important,” Kakashi breathed, “it’s when you feel empty after they’ve left and mourning on what you could’ve done when they were still with you.”

Your sobs eventually assuaged as you chewed on his words. The silver-haired distracted himself by stirring the liquid of his drink, but he was in no state to enjoy its taste. He already said everything he wanted to say, and the decision was now fully on your shoulders. But by your lack of response, he was sure that you did not see your relationship taking another form—the way that he wished. He abruptly stood up from his seat, fleeting on his feet, “Let’s forget about what’s happened. I mean I still respect you as my teammate, Y/N. Don’t forget our meeting tomorrow.”

“No-no, Kakashi-senpai, wait,” you moved, hastily shoving your hands in his direction, gripping his wrist like a vice. You hung your head low to avoid his investigating gaze as you spoke, “I do.”

His gears in his head turned, and Kakashi smiled with satisfaction, “You do what?”

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest, so fast that you felt its rapid pumps in your throat. You stuttered out, voice growing quieter the more you expressed, “I-I want to go out with you, senpai—”

“Drop the ‘senpai’ already,” he playfully hissed and you grinned, certain that you just made the best choice of your life. Kakashi leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder blade, snuggling his face into your neck, “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for letting me love you.”

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oliviajdjarin · 3 years

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Chapter 15: A Clan of Three

Warnings: really bad depression and mourning in the beginning, mentions of large amounts of death and violence, and injury.

Author’s Note: Almost to the end! I hope you enjoy! I also went a bit off canon for this one, so I hope that’s ok!

(Gif gotten from fuckyeahgrogu)

Your walk down in the sewers was….. indescribable.

You felt like the opposite of a ghost. You weren’t a soul roaming the sewers, you were just a body. Only the physical means of you survived this long, and the remaining piece of your soul was left behind with your Mandalorian.

So much so, that you didn’t even know where you were going. You presumed a way out was the end goal, but you didn’t even think about it. You stared at the floor for what felt like hours, sniffling and trying to find your breath.

You hadn’t felt like this before. Not even when Mando figured out who you were…. because he was there.

You didn’t care if he was bloodied, bruised, half dead, or had a physical ailment for the rest of his life that forced you and only you to carry him for the rest of your days….. you just wanted him here.

The kid seemed to be having the same feelings of numbness and shock that you did. His emotions were completely blocked from you and you could tell he didn’t want you to know what he was actually thinking. You couldn’t blame him, your walls reached their peak once more when you felt Mando squeeze your hand one final time.

How did you even get here? Weren’t you trained to always put the mission first? Why did all of your rational and strategic thoughts go out the window as soon as Mando ate with you the first time?

You wanted to go back in time and tell yourself to look at him for even a second longer. Ask him a stupid question one more time. Just one glimpse would tie you over enough to at least speak again.

“I uh… I made the IG promise to bring him,” Cara said at one point, but you didn’t even react.

You were grateful for her trying to lift you up when mere minutes ago she thought you were the reason everything went wrong, but it felt as if it wasn’t even worth it to hope that Mando was alive. Not when there was a chance he could be dead.

You thought about turning back one too many times, but you couldn’t betray Mando like that.

He asked for a warrior’s death… and he got one.

The child started acting funny and crying in your arms, and you tried to sooth him.

“It’s ok little guy,” you whispered into his ear, trying to keep your burning throat at bay. “We have to get out of here, ok?”

But it was no use. The kid wouldn’t stand still.

You almost let your frustration with him get the better of you, until you felt it.

The tiniest, faintest tingle crawling up your spine, causing your brain to echo danger throughout the rest of your body.

Something’s coming.

You spun around, eyes widening as you scanned your surroundings. Your eyes were wide and your heartbeat quickened.

You didn’t know if you had another fight in you.

Cara saw your quick movement and spun around as well, using her flashlight to illuminate the tunnel.

“What is it?” Karga asked, and you slowly but surely heard footsteps approaching.

You wiped your tear stained face and took your longspear from its holder on your back.

Mando wasn’t here. You had to take care of the child, and dying in a sewer underneath an Empire base wasn’t the way you wanted to go.

The form of IG-11 appeared through the faint shine of Cara’s light, and you expected to be disappointed.

You expected him to apologize for your loss and be on his way.

But, a limping form of shiny metal was right beside him, and you felt yourself enter your body once more.

The feeling was almost euphoric. If this was the only blessing the universe could give you in your whole life, you would be a damn happy woman.

Cara instantly ran to him to help him stay up, but your shock and joy only allowed your body to drop your longspear and stay frozen in place.

The child squealed slightly in your arms, and that was the noise that made it real.

This was real. He was here.

Not even a second after Cara helped prop him up did you run to his side, slightly slowing down once you got to him, and collide with his chest.

You felt the tears of pure joy start exiting your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the small puff of air Mando released when your chests collided.

“Easy,” he chucked out, and you laughed into his armored neck, only squeezing tighter. He rubbed your back with his free arm as you sobbed happily into his neck, and the child tapped Mando’s chest slightly with happy giggles.

You finally pulled away to place your hand on the side of his visor, framing the helmet, and looked into his eyes.

You were stuck in an Emperial sewer, beaten and bruised, with virtually no way out in sight….

…but this wasn’t the last time you would look into his eyes, and that was enough.

“Sorry to.. break up the reunion… but we are kinda stuck,” Karga finally stated, and you let out a breathy laugh with Mando following with one as well.

You kissed his cheek, and then lifted his arm over your shoulders while your free arm reached around his back to help Cara move him down the hallways.

It felt good to finally help Mando up, after the many times he had helped you. Even in the horrible circumstances you were in, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Do you know which way to go?” Cara asked Mando, referring to the coverts he had lived in before.

“No, I don’t know these tunnels,” Mando admitted, the child still managing to giggle in your arms.

“If we follow the smell of sulfur, it will lead us to the lava river,” Karga said.

“The Imps will catch us before we make the ship,” Mando said, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.”

You could tell Mando was using his helmet to search for tracks, and you could feel his body becoming stronger. So much so, that he started standing and walking on his own.

You felt more relieved than you could even explain. Your “partner in crime” of sorts was back by your side, and it felt damn good.

The group was moving faster, until Mando stopped abruptly after turning down a corridor.

A huge pile of Mandalorian armor and helmets was laying on the floor in front of Mando, and he dropped to his knees.

You knew what this meant…. the Empire had taken an entire covert of Mandalorians down. This was Mando’s family, and the Empire had plucked them off their list as if they were nothing.

“We should go,” Cara said, trying to be gentle for Mando’s sake.

“You go. Leave the ship. I can’t leave it this way,” he said, and the familiar pain in his voice was returning.

You bowed your head slightly, trying to show respect to the warriors in the little time you had to stay there. You had fought Mandalorians before, and they were some of the fiercest people you had ever met. They deserved better than this.

“Did you know about this?” Mando asked Karga, and you could hear the venom returning to his voice.

“Is this the work of your bounty hunters?” Mando said, getting more into Karga’s face. The anger in Mando was strong and dangerous. If the group started fighting each other, there was no way any of you were making it out alive.

“It was not his fault,” a voice said from behind you, and a woman Mandalorian appeared from the shadows.

She was taller, but lean and built. She looked strong and tough, but you could feel her mourning as well.

“We knew what would could happen if we left this place. The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter,” she said, referring to when the covert revealed themselves to save Mando.

He had very briefly explained how he got the kid off of this planet before, but you didn’t realize an entire covert of Mandalorians revealed themselves. You were surprised the Empire didn’t wipe them out sooner.

“Did any survive?” he asked the woman.

“I hope so. Some may have escaped off world,” she responded.

Mando took a moment to think, before looking up at her and saying, “come with us.”

“No,” she said instantly. “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.”

She began to gather up pieces of armor from the pile and holding them above large blue flames.

“Show me whose safety deemed such destruction,” she asked, and everyone turned to the child in your arms.

“This is the one,” Mando said, gesturing to the now sleeping child.

You tried to keep your face neutral, looking down at the child, but all the eyes on him scared you. This woman was in deep grief, you could feel it, and that made people react in very rash ways. If she felt that Mando was at fault for the pain she had….

“This is the one that you hunted, then saved?” she asked, and the confusion in her voice was slightly comical.

“Yes,” Mando responded. “The one that saved me as well.”

“It looks helpless,” she said.

“It is injured, but not helpless,” Mando responded. “We think he has the powers of a Jedi.”

“Ah, yes, Jedi,” the woman responded, and your heart tightened with fear. If she knew about Jedi, then she had to know what you once were.

“The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore the Great and the Jedi.”

“Are they an enemy to us?” Mando asked cautiously, and you could feel the protective emotions he felt towards his creed and his people.

“No,” she said. “Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.”

She looked at the child once more. “It is a foundling. By Creed, it is in your care.”

Mando tightened, as did you.

“You have no choice. You must reunite it with its own kind.”

“Where,” Mando asked.

“This you must determine.”

“You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to enemy sorcerers?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the faint grin on your face at his bluntness.

“Until that time, or it comes of age, it is in your care,” the woman said.

“You are as it’s father,” she said, and your eyes widened.

Mando was a father?

If Mando was the kid’s father….. what does that make you?

“And you,” the woman says, looking at you straight on. Your head popped up to meet her gaze, trying to hide the timidity and wonder in your eyes.

“You have helped?” she asks, and you glance at Mando with your eyes for less than a second before meeting the woman’s gaze again.

“Yes,” he responded for you, registering that you were asking for his help. Normally, you didn’t like when people talked for you, but this was Mando’s department, and you didn’t want to speak incorrectly for him.

“She keeps the child safe, same as I do,” Mando says, looking at the woman with confidence.

You grin slightly, looking at the child once more.

“Well then… if you so choose… you are a clan of three,” the woman says, and your eyes snap back to Mando, who is already looking at you.

You had heard about the Mandalorian clans. They treated each other like family, and fought till the death for each other. It had been something you had never had before, but if you were going to do it with anyone, it would be with Mando.

This thought boosted your confidence, and you gave Mando a slight nod of your head, showing that you want this. You want him.

Mando nods back, and says, “Yes. If that is possible.”

You feel the blush creep up your face, and even if you were in a dark and shadowy room, everyone could see it.

You were in his clan. His family. You wanted to jump for joy and squeeze into Mando’s arms once more.

“You have earned your signet,” the woman said, affixing the mudhorn signet to Mando’s right arm.

“You are a clan of three.”

You felt the happy tears creep up again, but you blinked them away. Trying not to ruin the moment.

“Thank you,” Mando stated. “I will wear this with honor.”

You were convinced you had never been happier. The day started with Kuiil dying, fighting for your life, and Mando almost dying, but you made it through. You made it to right here.

You bowed slightly to the woman.

“Thank you,” you said. “I am honored.”

“The honor is mine,” she says to you.

You smiled up at her, enjoying the butterflies in your tummy and the happiness in your eyes.

You had everything you ever wanted… now, you just needed to get out.

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The Kitchen is Home | Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda is grief-stricken over the death of her brother. She’s far from home and reclusive. All you want to do is make her favorite foods. Fluffy.

Word Count: 2.096

Make no mistake. You weren't an Avenger. You were their cook. The job was a simple one, prepare the meals (if need be) and stock their fridge. No riff raff. Nothing fancy. Honestly, the most exciting thing was when Wanda and Vision arrived. You thought she was quite pretty if a bit reserved. She barely left her room. Didn't go on many missions. 'Give her time,' Steve had told Tony.

None of that was your concern. You just wanted to know what food she liked.

Most of the Avengers filled out a form or told you themselves what they enjoyed. When Bruce was around, he liked it when you made him protein and fiber rich dinners. Steve was a simple guy who made his own meals, always apologized before asking you to grab him something from the store. Natasha liked the fruit parfaits and pelmeni you cooked. Vision was quick to tell you he didn't exactly enjoy food.

Wanda? Nothing.

"What're you making?" Natasha walked into the kitchen. Her boots clicked against the rough tile.

You looked up from your bread. There was blood on her cheek. "Back from a mission?"

She nodded and rounded the island to stand next to you.

"Struuji," you said slowly. Apple dumplings. A desert common in the Balkans.

"Struklji," Natasha corrected. She grinned at the food. That little knowing half-smirk she always did. "They look good. I'm guessing you're making them for our newest Sokovian."

"Well, she hasn't exactly filled out the form or gotten back to me-"

"Mhm."

"- so I thought I'd just make some food. Make her feel at home."

"Uh huh."

You paused. Natasha wasn't even listening. She was just staring at the food.

"I'll make you some, too."

Her face brightened. "You're too sweet. Thank you, Y/N."

When the struklji was done, you made the plate pretty, topped off the pastries with a sprinkle of icing, and walked over to Wanda's room. The door swung open the moment you raised your hand to knock.

Wanda was there. Sitting on her bed. Staring at you with one brow lifted.

"Does that mean I can come in?" You asked.

"What do you think?" She replied.

You stepped in and the door promptly shut behind you. She cocked her head to the side, nodded at the plate in your hand.

"What's that?"

"Struklji," you said, stumbling over the word. You walked over and placed it on the empty spot next to her. "I made you some."

"Because I'm Sokovian." She didn't give you time to reply. "You can go." And then, as an afterthought. "Thank you."

You knew you were dismissed by how her head swivelled back to the TV. You hesitated, wanting to see how she liked it, but ultimately, left, closing the door behind you.

"Wanda liked your cooking."

"Really?"

She still hadn't approached you, hadn't even said thank you, but you wouldn't be swayed. The Avengers were in a meeting debrief while you were in the kitchen, finishing up the last touches on the mekitsa. You counted 12. Enough for everyone even Tony who always managed to have something to say about your cooking.

" Oh? I didn't know this was a buffet." And there you go. There was Tony. Always talking.

You ignored him and placed the food down.

Tony pointed at the plate. "And what is this?"

"It's mekitsa," Wanda interrupted. Her eyes met yours.

"Is that Sokovian?" Steve asked.

She shook her head. "No, but it's common to eat it for breakfast or find someone on the street selling it. It's like a donut."

"Well, if Y/N made it, I'm sure it's good," Steve offered. He grabbed one and took a bite, nodding slowly as he ate. One by one the Avengers followed. Wanda being the last one.

She grabbed one, still eyeing you, and took a bite. The powdered sugar poofed, bits of it falling to decorate her hands and shirt. You looked at her. She was the only one you really cared to see their reaction.

"Is it good?"

Her expression was hesitant. Her eyes far away as if trapped in some memory. To your surprise, she frowned, eyed the pastry as if it had committed some crime.

Slowly, she nodded. She didn't smile or say thank you. She ate it and when she was finished, she took another one. You didn't know what to make of that.

You delivered food to Wanda for the next few weeks. Anything and everything remotely Sokovian or Balkan. Salma. Baklava. Rafioli. Gozleme.

"I don't know, Y/N," Natasha leaned back against the chair. Her feet kicked up on the desk. "It's like ever since Wanda came you forgot the rest of us eat, too."

The funny thing was that she was eating. You made the whole compound stuffed peppers for dinner. You were half on your way to bringing the plate to Wanda when Natasha, mouth half full with a pepper, began commenting.

You rolled your eyes. "That's not true."

Tony nodded. "It's true. You're slacking on your duties."

If he wasn't your boss, you'd remind him that tending to Wanda was your duty, but Tony didn't like being corrected. Again, you rolled your eyes. This time, sighing as well. You pointed at the pepper in his hand.

"It'd be easier if I didn't have an extra mouth to feed."

"You mean, me?" He pointed at himself. "The one who signs your check?"

You began walking again. Wanda's food would be cold if you continued to dilly dally. Like always, the door opened when you stepped up to knock. Wanda was sitting on the bed, facing the television as she always was when they weren't trying to get her acquainted with the Avengers lifestyle.

She nodded at the plate. "Stuffed peppers?"

You walked over and placed it beside her. "How'd you know?"

She pointed at her head. "Stark. He's loud."

"I stuffed them with lamb."

Her eyes met yours. She was fond of prolonged eye contact. Unafraid of it, but you would be, too, if you were a telepath.

"I can hear your thoughts, you know?"

You stumbled over your words. For the first time, you thought you saw her grin. Just a bit. A lift at the corner of her lips.

"It's hard keeping track of all your superpowers." You shook your head, turning to the TV. Modern Family was playing on the screen. "You like sitcoms?"

"It's funny."

"Have you seen Living Single? It's another sitcom," you smiled faintly. "Probably not as distributed abroad."

She shook her head, picked up the remote and pointed it at the screen. "Is it online?"

"Oh. Um," You pointed at the bed.

"You can sit."

You sat next to her, scooted the food between you two. It took perusing through multiple streaming channels for you both to realize Living Single is nowhere to be found.

"Maybe, it's only on DVD," Wanda said, turning towards you. Up close like this, you noticed how her eyes had a rim of red around the green iris. Even when her powers were presumably not active.

"Probably." You shrugged.

An awkward silence settled between you. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, her eyes looking down at the ground, deep in thought. You slowly began to feel as if you overstayed your welcome. You stood up and rubbed your hands on your jeans.

"Well, I should probably-"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"What."

She looked up at you. Her brows furrowed. "Why are you so nice to me?" She repeated slowly.

"You're far away from home," you said entirely too fast. Almost like a question. You continued in a slower voice, averting your gaze to calm your nerves. "I just- " You shrugged. "It's not fun being somewhere where no one is like you. Not really like you."

She stared at you for so long you turned to leave. "It's not," you heard her say behind you.

You turned.

"Thank you," she smiled. A genuine smile with her teeth and all. She pointed down at the plate. "For everything."

"Yeah, of course."

"Y/N."

You turned, jumped, to see Wanda coming at you down the hallway. She'd been there for two months now and just returned from a mission. When you turned, she waved a DVD, too far away for you to make out the title.

"Whassup?"

She held up the DVD.

"How'd you find it?" You half-shrieked.

"Being an Avenger has perks." She smiled. "Do you want to watch it?"

"Um," you looked towards the kitchen. There was stuff to get done, but there was always stuff that needed to get done. It could wait. "Yeah. Sure."

There was only a bed in Wanda's room which wasn't normally an issue because normally, she sat criss-cross on it, and you could sit a little farther behind. This time she was more relaxed, scooting to the side so you had space. Barely. When you sat down, your leg touched hers.

She pressed the 'play' button on the remote control and you began watching the first episode. She didn't move her leg. You didn't either.

"Y/N! You gonna go back to being our cook or are you still content with just being Wanda's?" Tony asked you.

He sat at the meeting table as he always did. Only this time the other Avengers were present save for Thor. You rolled your tongue in your cheek. He was your boss, you reminded yourself. Despite yourself, you peeked at Wanda. She didn't like Tony much, but her expression is carefully blank.

"Leave Y/N alone," said Natasha.

"I make food for everyone." You placed a plate of beef patties on the table.

Tony grabbed one off the table and inspected it. "So, this isn't a Sokovian dish?"

"It's Jamaican," you deadpanned.

"Hm." He took a bite. "Did Wan-"

"No, I did not request it."

It was beginning to feel like everyone knew something was up with you and Wanda. You and her had pledged to watch all the American sitcoms she hadn't seen, ranging from Living Single to Moesha, and there were many nights where you honestly just stayed up with her. Vision would join sometimes, too. It was your thing.

But, maybe, they all saw more than you did. For you, it looked like a friendship. Of course, there were times when you two lingered with one another - your hands touching the shared popcorn, your knees bumping and not moving away - but that was just it. These were moments in time.

You were in her room again. You leaned back against the pillow cushion, she laid next to you, a bowl of popcorn between you two. You didn't want to say anything. You didn't want to assume, but there was a palpable tension between you. One that had you avoiding her gaze, sitting closer to the edge than the center.

"There's a lot of singing in this one," she said.

"You sound disgusted."

"I am."

Under normal circumstances, you would've laughed. Now, you didn't know what to do. A laugh would be forced. Ignoring it would be weird. You decided on looking at her. She looked healthier now. Sadness still existed in the corners of her eyes, but she looked like she was eating well. Beautiful then and beautiful now.

She turned to look at you. Her lips curled up in a slight smile.

"I can hear you."

"I'm not- Oh." You could feel your face warming up. You averted your gaze to the popcorn. "Do you always hear me?"

She turned her body entirely, away from the movie to face you. She nodded.

"That's awkward."

"It's not." Her eyes lingered at your lips. "I enjoy it."

You two lay there, staring at one another. You turned towards her, mimicking her position. If you could see yourself, you'd know that you looked like a mix between apprehension and happiness. All you had to do was move forward. Kiss her. It'd be so simple.

"I think you're beautiful, too," she said quietly. "And I like it when we touch."

Her hands hesitantly reached out to touch yours. First, the fingertips and then, palm to palm.

"I do, too," you whispered.

Your kiss was a hesitant one. She wasn't the one to lean forward first. You swallowed your fear and did it. She met you. Her lips trembled. Yours did too. You pulled back to look at her, analyze if you were doing the right thing, your eyes searched hers for some confirmation. What you were met with was a bit of fear. A longing.

You kissed her again.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

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The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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