#heres the thing i dont know how i made it anger management ship at the end but i sure as fuck did.
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Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.
Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.
Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.
Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.
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Tim Drake is having a horrible day.
He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.
Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.
They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.
"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.
Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.
The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.
"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.
"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."
"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"
"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."
"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"
"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."
"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.
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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.
Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.
And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.
Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.
But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.
The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc crossover#dp crossover#long post#danny can make ghosts appear like they do in amity but only for a short while and when in proximity to him#its not apparent in amity because the ghosts are just like that there#Danny just having a good time#Danny having zero brain cells about this whole thing and neither he nor jazz will offer explanations#they're just like 'gotham has ghosts. its not like he put them there'#Bruce getting into therapy because his dead parents said they were proud of him and he didnt know how to handle that#bruce having to turn this energy around somehow and seeing jason - my boy i love you so much and im so sorry and im so proud of you#heres the thing i dont know how i made it anger management ship at the end but i sure as fuck did.#jason is at a lack of words at bruce's confessions of pride and love but is also about to be a BAT about this and track down info#info in the form of a cute girl#oh yeah she has a brother#uh well#he has brothers too- this is fine#someone write this fic pls n thx u
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Okay so like, I’ve never requested anything so I don’t really even expect you to see this lol. But likeeee, can I possibly request a Din Djarin x reader, where neither the reader or Din know Grogu has the armor under his robe that the armorer gave him, and something happens where Grogu gets hurt and they both lose their minds before getting to him and realizing little dude is just fine. Please and thank you 🥹
Ooooh this is a good prompt. Speaking of, if you've asked for one then it's probably on my to-do list, but i am slow🤡. plus, updates of AFS and a couple other things come before random drabbles.
Din Djarin x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k (i dont think I'm capable of writing less than a thousand words apparently smh)
AT FAULT
"don't let fear make your decisions." -Michael G. Manning
The quarry was laid on his back as a pool of purple blood began to settle in the sand under him. The twi'lek was motionless and your breathing was finally starting to calm. In one arm you held Grogu who seemed nonplussed by the violence at hand and in your other you held the still smoking blaster. When you managed to tear your eyes off the quarry's body they lifted to land on Din who stood stiff on the other side of the body.
"What the kriff was that?" Din snapped. His entire body was drawn taut like a wired rope pulled to tight. He was nearly vibrating in place and the anger that leaked into his voice was palpable. "Karking⏤ what the hell do you think you're doing out here!?"
His tone made your already irritable mood worse. You stuck the rarely used blaster back into the holster at your thigh. "Apparently, saving you! Maybe show a little gratitude!"
"Grati⏤” The word wasn’t even able to leave Din’s mouth. He stormed forward, boots passing the dead quarry, until he stood right in front of you. Close enough that the Mandalorian was forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. You knew he stood that close on purpose⏤ he wanted to tower over you right now. “The two of you could’ve gotten killed! I told you not to leave the Razor Crest!”
“We’ve been on that ship for two weeks straight, Din!” You argued. “We just wanted a little fresh air⏤”
“I told you this quarry was dangerous, I said⏤”
“All your quarries are dangerous, Din. You⏤”
“When I tell you to stay on the damn ship,” Din grabbed your by the arm not holding Grogu, “I expect you to kriffing listen. Dank farrik, cyar’ika.” The way he spat out your usual nickname made you wince. “I told you this quarry was bad news⏤”
“And I told you that you shouldn't have taken the bounty!” You yelled and tried to yank your arm free. Din held on tight, and Grogu began to babble worriedly in your arms. “I told you we should take a break! Take a breath! We all need it, even you. Especially, you!”
You yanked your arm back again and this time it broke free. Din settled on placing his hands on his hips, but you could still feel his anger radiating off of him. Tempers had been running high the last few weeks, stuck on a close quarter ship while stressing over the Empire being on your heels, and it seemed the two of you were finally letting it come to a head.
“It’s naive of you to think we have the time for a break.” Din seethed. “I take bounties so we can afford fuel to run, food to eat, and⏤” He shook his head, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. “You tell me to show you gratitude? Gratitude because you risked yours and Grogu’s life for me?” Din took one step toward you and you took two steps back so he stayed a foot or so away. He pointed to himself. “Everything I do, my only priority, is keeping you and Grogu safe. Away from the Empire. So, how about you show a little gratitude and stay on the damn ship when I tell you to.”
Grogu whined in your arms and you shifted him to the other in a poor attempt to console him. You weren’t ready to climb onto the Razor Crest quite yet. You weren’t done with this fight. Din’s anger and words only spurring you on further.
“You think I’m not grateful for all you do?” You spat. “Of course, I am, you ass! I just hate watching you burn yourself into the ground for us. You need to take care of yourself too, Din. That involves taking a break now and then! That’s why I suggested leaving this bounty untouched. I just want to help.”
Din nodded once then tilted his head. “Right. Yeah. Putting Grogu and yourself at risk was a lot of help. I feel much better. Thank you, cyar’ika.”
You scoffed, “You know what, Din? You are⏤”
The sound of an unfamiliar chuckle and your eyes snapped from the dark t-shape visor to the quarry sitting up with a menacing grin. It took less than a second. It happened so quickly that your mind couldn’t register the movements fast enough.
A blaster raised.
A blaster fired.
And, you didn’t have the time to spin away. The force of the blaster bolt knocked you right off your feet and onto the ground.
You heard Din scream, the sound hoarse and raw and broken, then you heard another blaster go off. As you laid on your back, you realized you weren’t hurting. Your back was a little sore from landing on it, but you didn’t feel the sharp burning pain of a blaster scorching through your skin. That’s when your brain finally clicked. That’s when you realized. Grogu. Oh, Maker. Grogu. Grogu, baby⏤ Your eyes snapped down to see the little boy’s eyes closed and the front of his robe was blackened from the blow.
The scream that filled the air this time was yours. You felt the sound reverberate in the base of your throat, it rattled your chest, but the only noise you could hear was the racing heartbeats that pounded in your ears. You sat up, cradling him to your chest, and you could feel gloved hands pawing at your arms. Someone was trying to take him⏤ someone was trying to take him from you. You screamed once more, your body shook, and a gloved hand cupped the side of your face. Nothing registered until you saw Grogu blink his big eyes open. Your breath caught in your throat. That same gloved hand pulled aside Grogu’s ruined robe and the telltale shine of beskar stared back up at you. A mudhorn adorning the plate that Grogu wore at the center of his chest.
Grogu let out a soft mumble and smiled up at you.
“Oh, thank the Maker.” Din breathed. “Cyar’ika. Cyar’ika? Cyari’ka!” A hand titled your face up, tearing your eyes away from Grogu who was wiggling in your tight grip. You met the dark t-shape visor of Din’s helmet. “Are you okay? Did it clip you? Are you hurt?”
You shook your head and opened your mouth, but all that came out was a ragged sob. Even after Din pulled you both into his arms, you continued to cry against his silver beskar plated chest until your own chest ached from how badly each sob racked your body. Grogu seemed content to be squashed between you and Din.
Hours later, in the quiet of hyperspace, Din sat in the pilot’s chair with you on his lap, cradled against his body, while you held Grogu tight to yours. It seemed since the incident Din refused to let either of you go, and you had no desire to complain. Having his arms wrapped around you while you watched Grogu sleep was the safest you had ever felt.
“I’m so sorry, Cyar’ika.” Din whispered. His unmodulated words were muffled by the way he rested his face at the top of your head⏤ buried his lips into your hair to continue peppering light kisses anywhere he had access. In this position, your head tucked under his, you couldn’t see his face. “I am so, so sorry.”
You shook your head lightly. When you spoke, your voice was ragged from screaming earlier, “No, I am. I should’ve listened to you, Din. I should’ve stayed on the ship.” Your eyes began to water again. “I almost got Grogu killed.”
“No. No, that wasn’t your fault. Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.” Din mumbled the end of his sentence in Mando’a. “You were right. I shouldn’t have taken that bounty. I can’t lose the two of you and I’ve grown… obsessive in trying to protect you.”
“It’s worked. You’ve kept us safe. If I had listened to you⏤”
“You’re not prisoners. I can’t lock you away from the world because of my fear.” Din cut in. You let your free hand trace down the small bridge of Grogu’s nose and he scrunched it up at the contact while staying soundly in his sleep. Nothing Din would say could rid you of this guilt entirely. If he wanted to claim the mistake he could, but that didn’t make it any less your fault as well. “Please speak to me.”
You closed your eyes and lifted your head so you could press a kiss against Din’s throat. He shuddered and sighed at the touch. “Can we just agree that this is both of our faults?”
“We can.” Din shrugged, his arms tightened around you. “But I'd rather you not take any of the blame.”
“Yes, well, unfortunately as we’ve learned, I’m not good at listening.” You mumbled.
Din chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to blindly listen to me. Your ideas are equally as good as mind, if not occasionally better.” He closed the space to press a soft kiss against yours. It was sweet and tender. Not a declaration of lust or desire, but a reassurance that you were there. Din broke away to whisper. “But if you could at least let me know when you are leaving the ship, I’d appreciate it.”
“Only if you promise to take us somewhere pretty soon.”
“I’m already ahead of you, cyar’ika.” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours and you had no desire to lean back away from him. Din moved his hand and you could feel his hand brush against the side of your arm every time he soothingly rubbed Grogu’s head. “Crest is on route to Naboo.”
You pressed another light peck of your lips against his before leaning your head back down against his chest. Din settled his head back on top of yours, and you felt the soft caress of his thumb against your arm from the hand that was wrapped around you. Din pulled you and Grogu a hair closer, and you reveled in the silence of hyperspace.
"Also, when did Grogu get a mudhorn beskar chestplate?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
mando'a translations
Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.
[My beautiful darling, this sin is mine.]
#asks#feel free to ask me about anything!!#the mandalorian#din djarin#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#mando x reader#mando x you#mandalorian x you#mandalorian x reader#grogu#angst/comfort#fluff
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Title: GASTLIGHTING HAH!
Fem!Reader!Eustass Kid! x Killer! (LIGHT!)
First off, Reader is Female Eustass and you and Killer's relationship is only mentioned here in the one shot
And also, I like Oda's design of female Eustass but it lacks the rugged or built look the original Kid has, she may have a sleeper's build but I headcanon female eustass to be still her original height and be a built woman and honestly fanarts with this concept of him is lacking :((. References of Fem! Eustass that I like would be here! (1) (2) (3)
Okay. . . First. Let's commence a background check
Okay {Name} got isekaid as Eustass Kid but Female.
It started when you visited the country of Japan, you have learned their language, their culture and their transportation for four years straight through the help of online tutors and vlogs.
Only to be wasted, the moment you set foot on the streets of Japan.
You got unexpectedly murdered from behind and you woke up as a familiar Child Character
You noticed it the moment you knew your name as Eustass Kid, and the sudden surge of memories flooded your brain that put you through a coma for 2 days and thankfully Killer had taken care of you.
You also fairly watched some episodes of One Piece and can't follow thoroughly due to your busy schedule but you managed, and Kid became an interesting character for you and now, you're in his body- The name sounds manly but hell your keeping it.
Now you and your crew are sailing to Sabaody, you managed to recruit atleast some canon side chracters due to the story and the world seemingly forcing some of its canon lines into you through any means because of your non-Kid-like actions.
You fixed up your hooded cloak and jumped in excitement with Killer sighing besides you
"Oh cmon they call it as the element of surprise!" You snickered and patted your best man's shoulder
Killer sighed once again at your antics and just went along with your 'plan'. Its isnt really a plan, its just a fun thing to do. Make the whole world believe your a man and pretty much your height, body structure and name made it more believable, although the world thinks your mute since Killer had always been speaking on your behalf
Its time for you to change this character's fate, Making an Alliance with Hawkins and X Drake will be good enough. Fuck Apoo. Even though you know that you wouldn't survive the fight with Red haired Shanks but hey, you're curious on how Kid lost his arm
Your ship docked on one of the Islands of Sabaody, you immediately jumped out of your ship and went to explore with some members of your crew behind you
You all explored everywhere, some of your crew buying well- stealing merchandizes of Soul King. It really shocked you when they revealed they're a fan of Soul King
You walked around aimlessly, you really dont remember what Kid did in the show while in Sabaody but you atleast need to be present in the auction house. Then music made your ears perked, You heard a very familiar and hateful voice.
Seems like you have some shit to take care of, you're not really mad about Apoo but the body your in is filled with raw anger and its apparently itching for a fight and who are you to betray it?
You smirked, Already forming a bulk of scrap metal with sharp nails on your right arm.
A revenge for Kid
Apoo was having fun with his crew in the town square, bass boosted speakers loud enough to shake the ground.
His thrill soon broke down when he dodged sharp claws that tore through his equipments and man was he bewildered and upset! Those were worth millions!
He dodged away when the Mysterious Captain Kid stood up from his broken speaker,"What a party pooper you are Eustass!" He groaned out and set himself in a position, double jointed arms already ready to attack and defend.
Although he immediately knew that half of his crew will end up injured if they fought them now and unprepared, suddenly being yanked to suberhood is rude and he doesn't really appreciate his groove suddenly being cut off. Before he could speak up to ask why the man did it, Basil Hawkins and X-Drake came tumbling in, fighting with their devil fruit powers
That gave enough time for Kid to go for Apoo's throat, The musician danced away from the dark blades and now started to fight seriously. There will be no exchange of words in this battle
It maybe lasted 20 minutes or longer when Apoo escaped, leaving the whole town destroyed and in chaos. Slaves escaping and rushing off and civilians running off to safety. You groaned in frustration as your magnet turns off, the metals dropping in a pile below you, You almost killed the guy
"You alright Kid?" Killer asked besides you
"Yeah. . . lets go" you muttered and went your way towards the auction house, Your crew following behind.
Now there you are with your crew at the very back, people rather ignoring your presence and any other pirates in there. Law of course gave you the middle finger, you only scoffed and looked away. Being middle fingered in your own experience is offending asf but not to close friends. You waited and waited, One of your crew wanting to leave since it was boring but the entry of a very familiar people made you smirk. Its near
You only leaned on the wall and just watched how the scene will behold itself. Right on cue, The Mermaid, Camie was brought on stage. Many nobles bidded for the mermaid until all went silent when a Celestial Dragon bidded
You watched the scene when the fishman got shot, you watched as the ceiling fell down, you watched as Monkey D. Luffy punch the Celestial and chaos insues. You chuckled, Your hair standing on end, Witnessing this with your own eyes is something to be greatful for
You and your crew just watched with the Heart Pirates, you watched when Rayleigh came. He glanced towards your way for a little and chuckled, talking to Luffy right after. Did he noticed your a woman?
The scene unfolds quickly, Now the three of you are walking in the hallway of the entrance, You walked silent with your hood up while the two bickered on whose going first. When you were near outside, you slapped behind their heads as you walked pass by them and smirked "Just sit back and relax, and let me do this shit you dimwits"
You stroded forward when both of them paused for a bit, Luffy quickly zooming right past you laughing "Nope Me!". While Law just smirked in amusement behind you
And shall Chaos be welcomed, You three fought off the marines, buying time for your crew to exit in the backdoor.
You dodged and took all metalic weapons of the marines, slammimg them to the ground and let its sharp shards shoot out towards their owners.
The moment you landed on the ground, you didn't notice someone had sliced off your hood from behind making it fall to the ground. Some marines stopped to double check and immediately be confused that Eustass Kid looks rather feminine
You punched the frozen marine on the nose and groaned out "That was my favorite hood dammit!"
Law whistled besides you while Luffy laughed out loud again, A midst from the fight Luffy shrunked after using his third gear mid air
You swooped him up and throwed him up the air "Times up kid, fall back!" You watched as he popped back to normal and went running towards the way your crew went with the Marines chasing from behind him
You ran besides Trafalgar with his crew "Neh, Kid-ya. I propose an alliance" he asked
You hummed in confusion "Huh?!" This wasn't suppose to happen??? What??
"Nah" You laughed after recovering quickly and ran down another road that lead through under a bridge, you heard Law merely chuckle before you were faced with explosions from the front
"CAPTAIN KID!" You looked besides you and found the Victoria Punk already sailing, you grinned and immediately dodged when another bomb bullet went through you
You looked infront and groaned out again, they were handling bazookas
You rolled your eyes and raised both your arms as another wave of bullets were shot and swerved its destination back towards the marines, the men and women yelled in a panick as the bullets went back and exploded right infront of them. You laughed aloud and immediately went to ran along side your ship as a rope got thrown down its sides and you quickly jumped on it and start to climb as the ship drifed apart from land
You grinned as you pulled yourself on to the deck and immediately barked out orders "Alright, lets loose this shits ya guys hear!?"
You were met with cheers as they run around the deck as you and Killer went on the top deck to outlook the marine ships that were starting to chase you "Oh this will he fun" You chuckled as your abilities pulsed on your arm
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You groaned in relief as you leaned on a box of rum
It was late night on an Island somewhere, you all lost the marines after submerging most of the fleet and you all managed to escape to an Island, and it was a day before entering New World
You sagged your weary bones on the box as you watched the crew drunk around and go wild on the beach, eating and drinking and having fun celebrating before going through the most angsty shit that will happen to them once they entered the Lion's den
"Unusual of you not drinking" You heard Killer say as he sat down besides you with two bottles of rum
"Already have lots behind me" You chuckled but still took the one Killer had handed you
You sighed after gulping down half the bottle and let out an unflattering burp "Oh that hits the spot" you slurred
Killer chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulder and you leaned into his arms "I know your thinking, wayy too uncharacteristic of you-"
You laughed and jabbed him in the side with your elbow making him let out a yelp , both of you soon simmering down with a chuckle
"Dont worry about it, the sea will turn bad if I told you" You shrugged and drank down the bottle and threw it back once it was empty, Killer; again handing you the other
"Thanks" you muttered and drank it down again, sighing as your body relaxed more and leaned against Killer's shoulder
You both sat down in silence as you both watched the crew go crazy, staying warm through both the alcohol and eachother
And soon enough, new bounty pictures of 'The Mysterious Captain Eustass Kid' were set up, instead of a man covered in a dark hood, it's now a woman with fiery red hair
#one piece x reader#one piece x female reader#eustass kid#female eustass kid#eustass kid is reader#killer x reader#killer x female reader#one piece killer#one piece killer x reader#one piece killer x female reader#eustass kid x killer#one piece eustass kid x killer
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Right Where You Left Me
Ship: BAU! Gender Neutral! reader x Spencer Reid
#Request - Could you do some angst with “you dont deserve my forgiveness?” Any ship!
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Mention of death, violence, injury (not serious), angst, mourning, a lot of tears. Also, swearing, anger, fighting (verbal, not physical.)
Summary: You and Spencer Reid had been together for a year before he ‘died.’ You grieved him. You mourned him.
A/N: Title stolen from my (current) favourite Taylor Swift song. Not sure how I feel about this one but! Here it is anyway! My requests are open & pls feel free to let me know what you think!!
14 days and 30 minutes exactly
You don’t think about the day Spencer Reid died. You can’t, because even remembering he’s dead feels as if an ice bucket has been tipped over your head. Not even now, two weeks later, have you really gotten over the initial shock that you felt. Every waking moment felt like you were trying to solve some kind of never-ending puzzle. Each emotion was overwhelming, too much to process. It felt like things would only start to get better, like everybody promised they would, when you started to be able to name the emotions rather than describe them as the physical sensations they brought on.
And you didn’t think that’d happen anytime soon.
The shared apartment was too much. You hadn’t slept in your bed since he’d been gone, and forbid anyone else from going into the bedroom. It was a sanctuary.
You understood now more than ever why victims families never changed a thing about the room of their loved ones. Every single thing felt deliberate. Theirs. It was a reflection of the time they were most alive, living. A unique snapshot of them in motion. The mess they left that they expected to come home to.
Rationally, you knew that wasn’t true. There wasn’t a sock hanging off Spencer’s bedside table, or a clean cardigan balled up on the floor, for any reason other than he’d been in a rush that morning, and had left an uncharacteristically large mess in his wake. In more ways than one.
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2 months, 5 days, 8 hours
Being back at work helps somewhat, but the office feels empty without him there to ramble off factoids about anything and everything, to hear Morgan calling him ‘kid’ every five minutes. He only called you that now.
Simmons is nice, really he is. It isn’t his fault he’s there in place of Spencer and you try hard not to feel personally aggrieved by his presence. He doesn’t do anything to antagonise you, he stays out of your way more than anything. You don’t do anything to purposely make him uncomfortable: you do try to be agreeable and make small talk. But it’s hard not to look at him without thinking how, if everything was how it should be, Spencer would be stood in his place.
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3 months, 26 days, 3 hours.
There is no ‘new normal.’ You’ve heard the term tossed around a few times in relation to grief, but if there is a new normal you’re still struggling to find it. When you’re not on cases, there’s no ‘normal’. You still don't sleep in your own bed. Sometimes you stay on Rossi’s, or Morgan’s, or Garcia’s couch. Sometimes, read: maybe once, it’s in the spare room at the place you and Spencer used to share. Sometimes, when you get worried about being a burden, it’s a hotel. It’s easier to feel as if you’re choosing to stay away from home, rather than acknowledging that home, as you understand it, no longer exists.
You still wake up and instinctually search for Spencer most mornings. Sure, work is keeping you occupied and you smile a little more these days. You even allowed yourself to be dragged out for drinks last weekend. But nothing feels like it should. You don’t know if that’s normal for grief or if you just aren’t moving forward at all, doomed to tread yourself deeper into the melancholic quicksand that’s got a hold on you.
You talk at length about it with Garcia over wine one night.
“Nothing feels right,” you admit, “Everything just feels...”
Garcia waits, just tipping her chin slightly to encourage you to continue. She’s got the counsellor act down and you’d have the decency to feel embarassed if you weren’t just so damn exhausted all the time.
“I feel trapped, I guess. Like I’m frozen. I keep thinking maybe it’ll get better once the trials over. Once the whole legal aspect of it is over and put to bed, then maybe I’ll have some closure on the whole situation,” you mumble, “I just don’t know how to move forward. I don’t feel like I’ve moved forward. And I know it’s only been three months but I’ve only stayed at our apartment twice and I can’t bring myself to move any of his things and...”
She just waits. In that moment, you’re so grateful for her.
“I’m stuck here. I can’t change anything. I can’t bring myself to move any of his things. I’m paying rent on a place I don’t live in but I can’t move because how can I live somewhere he’s never been? I feel like I’m stuck. I can’t move out of the world he lived in but the world is moving on even without him. And I’m just...I’m just here, Garcia.”
She nods sympathetically, placing her hand on your arm, “Maybe it’ll help when the case is wrapped up. When you have that closure.”
“Yeah,” you agree, “Yeah. I hope so.”
“There’s something you’re not saying,” she says, gently, “And you don’t have to say it. But if you’re holding back because you feel guilty then you don’t have to feel guilty about anything you say to me, my darling.”
You start to well up then. The pressure in your chest is heavy, something akin to guilt. It slices into your chest, cut glass sitting between your ribs and slicing you open every time you breathe in. You’ve been thinking it a lot lately. Too much. It’s making you feel awful and you can’t decide if putting it out into the world verbally is going to be a release or make it feel too real.
Garcia waits patiently.
You decide to believe it’ll be the former, then whisper, “I wish I loved him less. I wish I’d loved him less so this wouldn’t hurt as much.”
And then the sobs come. The sobs that wrack your chest and sting your eyes and leave you looking like you’ve been on the receiving end of an upper cut. Because how could you? How could you possibly want to take back any of the love you had so willingly, freely, given to the person you loved most? What kind of person did it make you to want to take back the good memories: to wish that instead of having waffles on the couch that last Sunday, you’d had a fight about the library fine he’d gotten because of you? How could you want to switch the puzzle pieces to create a less idyllic picture of your life together, just so you wouldn’t feel so much loss when you looked at it?
She just rubs your back through it, knowing that no words can help but still saying the thing she thinks you need to hear most, “That doesn’t make you a bad person, sugar plum. That makes you human.”
***
4 months, 6 days, 14 hours.
Hotch calls you all into the briefing room.
“A few months ago a decision had to be made. Somebody had the potential to make an incredible breakthrough on a case that had been airtight for years. But it wasn’t possible for that individual to complete that work without cover. They needed to be officially gone,” Hotch’s voice booms but you swear you can hear a hesitation, “It wasn’t necessary at the time for you to have that information. Providing you with it would have compromised the safety of one of our agents, and the integrity of their investigation.”
You glance around the room, confused, noticing everyone is sharing the same bewildered look. Except Emily.
“I apologise completely for having to keep this from you, it was a decision that was not taken lately, and I did not have the final say. That being said, any discontent about this decision should be directed towards me,” he glances towards Emily, and she’s looking nervous now.
Hotch lets out a huff, somehow more tense than usual, “SSA Reid was not killed after the attack in Seattle. That was his cover, but he was investigating a case.”
He’s still talking but you can’t hear anything. SSA Reid was not killed. SSA Reid was not killed. You flip the sentence over a hundred times. And for the millionth time since SSA Reid was killed, you have no idea what you feel.
There’s uproar from everybody. Shouting. And then Hotch says something and everybody is looking at you, scanning you for a reaction and you have nothing. Nothing at all.
“Hi,” a voice from the doorway, nervous and shy, a voice you’ve only heard in dreams and voicemails and recordings from nights out that you must have watched hundreds of times by now, if they were tapes you would have worn them out long ago.
And you know you can’t face him. You can’t face any of them.
You look around the room, first at Hotch whose eyes flicker with what looks like remorse. Then, at Emily who just looks guilty as all hell. You don’t look at him. You can’t look at him.
The tension in the room is palpable but in your peripheral you see Garcia and J.J flock to the doorway, embracing him.
Rossi, is the one who comes to you, “____?”
You stare at him, completely blankly, “Yeah?”
“You need to speak to him. Need to hear him out.”
“Yeah,” you murmur, allowing him to help you to your feet. His reassuring hands on your shoulders turn you around and you meet his face. The face of the boyfriend you spent the last four months mourning while everybody watched you fall apart. And half of them knew.
So that’s what you feel. Anger.
“Glad you’re back,” you snipe, pushing past him, “Glad you’re alive.”
Everybody watches you go. A tense silence fills the room. Spencer clears his throat, after what feels like an eternity, muttering, “I-I’ll go after ... I’ll go and see if I can...”
It wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for, if he’s honest. Although he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d been expecting.
“____ please, just let me talk to you, I’m sorry, please just let me have a chance to explain,” He manages to catch you at the elevator just in time, slipping through the gap with his lithe body, “Please. I need to explain. I need to apologise.”
“You can apologise as much as you want. You don’t deserve my forgiveness. You’ll never deserve my forgiveness.”
The venom in your tone leaves him floundering.
“___ please,” he’s begging, and you won’t look at him because you can hear the tears in his voice and he’s begging again, “Please, please look at me, please listen to me. You have to understand, you have to give me a chance to explain, please.”
You’ve never been this angry at him before. But you are now. It consumes you, you’ve never understood a crime of passion before and you’re not going to put your hands on him, of course, but fuck do you understand it now. How a person could just snap. The rage swells in you, screaming. Every muscle in your body is tense. It takes all you have to ball your hands into fists, digging your nails into your palm so hard you’re sure they break the skin. You’re furious. Furious at every single one of them.
“You lied to me,” you spit, “You lied to me and let me think you were dead. You and Hotch and Emily. I didn’t sleep in our bed for four months, Spencer. I’ve spent the past four months frozen, like, I couldn’t move forward without you. I didn’t start to move on. I've spent the last four months falling apart and trying to find a way to put myself back together without you, and then what, you just come back? You think we can just go back to normal? Spencer, I didn’t feel alive this past few months. I’ve been floating through, barely keeping it together. And for what? A case? That was important enough for you to do this to me?"
It’s true, you’ve spent the last four months feeling like you were the one who died. That you were united in being ghosts, except you were haunting all the places you used to go together, and he was just haunting your dreams. And he’d been alive. This. Whole. Time.
You storm out of the lift, lifting your head to look at him for only the second time in four months, “Please. Just leave me alone. You’ve done enough.”
He knows you aren’t wrong. Knows he doesn’t know if he could forgive you if the roles were reversed. Knows, more than anything, that he’s really fucked things up. You’ll never forgive him. That’s what you said, and right now, seeing anger like never before in your eyes, he has no reason whatsoever to doubt that isn’t completely true.
You don’t even make it to the parking lot before you feel your resolve melt into absolutely nothing. Anger descending into relief, hot tears cascading down your cheeks as the mantra starts again on a new loop in your head: SSA Reid was not killed.
#spencer reid fanfic#imagine spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#reid x reader#spencer reid angst#spencer reid#imagine criminal minds#criminal minds x you#bau!reader
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Serotonin Booster :D 🐉
How to train your dragon edition
Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀
✨Race to the Edge✨
SEASON 6
I love how the twins were basically the reason Hiccup figured out that Johan was the spy
NOOO THE WAY GOTHI WENT TO TRY AND STOP STOICK FROM THROWING AWAY HER MEDICINE AND THEN GOT THROWN OFF THE CLIFF WAS SO FUNNY [ep2]
Omg that fight between Hiccup and Stoick in ep2 was crazy whenever Stoick said "I'm talking to the expert in getting duped by Trader Johan" and THEN HICCUP WAS LIKE "but I was only duped for half as long as you were. So what does that make you?"
Awww the way both Toothless and Skull-crusher were trying to get them to talk
And also Astrid being the only one that wasn't caught by the Hunters right away, she's just superior bro
I love how both of them were right - Stoick was right to not trust the merchants and Hiccup was right about Johan's plan
Toothless is actually so strong like he's not only agile and clever, I mean he just flew up to the ballista and crashed against it and destroyed it without using his Plasma Blast 😎🤩
Mala and Dagur fighting over where the Dragon Eye lenses are gonna be hidden is hilarious. Mala is so calm I love it
I got chills when Atali was like "no, Hiccup, this is my island I will defend it"
I really want to know the origin of the Wingmaidens, like where did all these women come from? How come they're still there?
I love Minden and Snotlout's relationship, the way he tried to convince her to not give up AND SHE KISSED HIM!!!
Krogan's Singetail actually cares about him
Never gonna get over Adelaide Kane voicing Mala
Also Snotlout running when the dude had the razorwhip on him LIKE HE WAS LITERALLY FLYING AND HE WAS STILL RUNNING Y'ALL HAVE TO WATCH THAT SCENE I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT ITS IN EP3
Generations ago Fishlegs's ancestors were dragon hunters
The Loyal Order of Ingerman - decimated the Dramillion dragons, pushing them to the brink of extinction
Grump is amazing I love him
Dramillions - have both a lava blast and a magnesium blast. Omnivores. Still being hunted.
The Hunters were founded by Ingar Ingerman
The Dramillion trying to take the manacle off his tail🥺
And when Fishlegs threw his helmet and THEN THE HAND THING 😭🥺
I love the Dramillions they're so smart they learned how to get rid of the manacles by just looking at what Meatlug and Stormfly were doing 🥺
I just realized that the twins are 19 AND I FIND THAT ABSOLUTELY CRAZY HOW CAN THEY BE THAT OLD
I really wish we knew each of their birthdays like I wanna know which one's older and which one's younger
I feel like for some reason the twins would be the oldest ones then Fishlegs then Astrid then Snotlout and lastly Hiccup. Idk I'm still iffy on this
Most Thorstons don't make it to 19
I love the twins' relationship, they love each other so much that they would rather be alone and not form part of a clan than leave each other alone and the fact that other people know this too? Plsss like the only reason Gruffnut got them back into the fake induction trials was by telling them how bad it'd be for each other to not be part of a clan.
Titanwing Zippleback HOW DO THEY KNOW ITS A TITANWING IT LOOKS THE SAME AS THE OTHER ZIPPLEBACKS
"Ughh, what's the point of winning alone? Being a Thorston means nothing without him. We are one Thorston."
I love them and also technically Ruffnut won the induction trials.
THE LAST LENSE GOSH
Love how Fishlegs cares about global warming
I'm all Snotlout, Toothless and the Triple Stryke reacting to Mala and Dagur- I'm also Mala whenever someone tickles me I'LL KILL U
UGHHH I HATE HOW SNOTLOUT MADE HICCSTRID UNCOMFY FOR HAVING A DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP
Astrid overthinking 🥺😭
"How would you like your yak cooked?" JSHDHHA
bro I love how both Tuff and Toothless noticed the betrothal necklace
"So want to deliver some scrap metal?" Hiccup baby? Why are you so oblivious?
At least he asked her if she was alright in the armorwing's island 😩
No but if I was Astrid I'd be pissed too, the dude saw a dragon eye lens from far way and didn't notice her betrothal necklace? 🙂😤
No I can't that scene was too harsh to watch, I mean I loved to see Hiccup noticing something was wrong with Astrid but then the way Astrid compared their relationship to Mala and Dagur's and then threw him the betrothal necklace... And the way he caught it too I can't- 😭😞😖😭😓🤧
Seeing the twins trying to capture Mala was hilarious JAHDHDHHSHA
I love how when they're fighting Astrid's still there for him whenever he's expected to have all the answers. She ignored her anger and went over to him and grabbed his hand and that single thing was what gave him confidence in a moment of panic 🥺
"I'm with you"
"I know"
That final Hiccstrid scene in Mi Amore Wing was just too perfect, we have Hiccup grabbing Astrid's hand to bring her outside and talk to her, the sunset in the background, every little thing Hiccup told her about being there for her and loving her with everything he had and that he should've noticed the necklace right away AND THEN THAT KISS WAS JUST AMAZING❗️❗️❗️ it was passionate and sweet and Astrid was blushing and then Fishlegs was all uncomfortable and Mala was like "okaaayyyyy😏" and Dagur like "alrighhtttt👌🏼" ig the only thing I didn't like is that Astrid didn't say I love you back 😭 but it's ok cause yk she does I just wished she had said it.
Baby razorwhips love the water
Tuffnut named the baby razorwhip that bonded with Ruffnut, Wingnutt
Top scenes of Ruff Transition ep7
Tuffnut throwing up in Ruffnut's mouth and Ruffnut throwing up in Wingnutt's mouth just do that he could be fed- seeing the windmaiden's reactions is the best lmao
Hiccup trying to teach Ruffnut how to fly (with his dragon flight suit) and then Ruffnut losing balance but Hiccup helping her regain it BUT we still get overprotective Tuffnut jumping off of Toothless to try and help but all he did was make things worse HIS SCREAM WAS HILARIOUS nonono and the way Toothless tried to help BUT AGAIN MADE THINGS WORSE 😩😮💨😂
Ruffnut finally figuring out how to connect with Wingnutt and fighting the dragon hunters and saving Atali was so badass and then Atali riding Barf 😭🤩
Hiccstrid kiss count (approximately) : 6😘
The way he slightly and carefully touches her face to reassure her that he'll be fine
The Singetail's only predator is the Skrill
The Berserkers used to use metal daggers to lure Skrills into traps. The dragon is drawn to it due to its electrical properties
VIGGO JUST DID THE HAND THING THING WITH THE SKRILL WTF
If I could have any dragon it'd be in this order
Skrill - it's so badass and powerful
Nightfury - it's badass, powerful, pretty, strong and fast
Deadly Nadder - it's extremely fast and agile, has multiple attacks and the spikes
Dramillion - has multiple attacks and is very smart
Just realized that ep8 is called Triple Cross because 1st Johan crossed Viggo 2nd Viggo fake crossed Hiccup and 3rd Viggo and Hiccup crossed Johan and Kogan
That episode was basically jusr to show Viggo's arc and the way he changed for the better and learned to respect dragons
That's why the Singetails wouldn't leave in ep9 whenever they were trying tp free the Deathsong- their eggs! They're in that island.
I can't with Hiccup and Astrid sitting together just chilling but with Astrid feeling guilty and Hiccup assuring her that he was also at fault 😭
I love Narrator/Author Snotlout! The titles of the chapters of his book remind me of the ones from Pjo
Stoick and Skullcrusher acting as 1 and being worried about each other 🥺 I love their relationship
Also the way Stoick bats off the shots from the Singetails with his axe just like Astrid. They're both truly warriors
No but Toothless asking for a head scratch from Gobber bc he's worried abt both Hiccup and Stoick🥺
The way Toothless tried to make Hiccup feel better- I mean the man blamed himself for putting Stoick in "his deathbed" it was just so awful seeing Hiccup in that state and the way everyone was trying to make him feel better but it was ultimately Astrid who managed to get through to him😭
I love it when they put scenes of the movies
I love how Astrid always knows what to say without lying
Looks like it's you and me, then.
Always... was that corny or-
Probably. Nice, though.
The way Astrid is so natural at being a leader and putting everyone on their places 🤩
That lil moment they had in ep12 where he holds her face and thanks her for everything and I just love them too much 😭
I love how Spitelout is so happy when he's beating ass, this dude literally goes "I'm sure I've had more fun than this. But at the moment, I can't remember when"
Have I mentioned I love the Dramillions before? I love them way too much they're amazing and the sound they make is so 😩 I love it
The Dramillion is a distant cousin of the Changewing which means the Titanwing Dramillion shares the de-cloaking ability with its subspecies.
Stormfly's spine clone was literally so badass, my girl was surrounded and she finished every single dragon flyer with it. Badass move. Wish we had seen it more throughout the series
It really pissed me off that Hiccup had to choose between getting Tuff, Ruff and Snotlout out of that sinking ship when he could've been following Krogan. Like ofc it was the right decision but that wouldn't have happened if the twins and Snotlout didn't follow Gruff into the ship :/
I love how strong Barf and Belch are! They literally carried the a Titanwing Dramillion on their own.
That scene when they figured out that the Titanwing Dramillion is not the King of Dragons but instead the last piece of the puzzle to get to the King of Dragons
When the Wingmaidens got to the battle it was amazing
Also the way Dagur was so proud that the King of Dragons was a Berserker and how Ruff was so excited to see Wingnutt and Snotlout to see Minden🥺
THEY REALIZED THAT BBYS AREN'T AFFECTED BY THE KING OF DRAGONS BC OF THE BABY RAZORWHIPS
that last Hiccstrid Scene where Hiccup is worried about Astrid's safety- I mean his face 🥺🥺🥺 and she told him that his dad would be proud and that she's proud too and when she was about to leave he held her back and kissed her 😭😭
Ik I said this before but I simp for Astrid as a leader, she's just so natural at it
Also I love how the King of Dragons has ice powers instead of fire
WAIT SO IS THE EGG THAT HICCUP FINDS IN THE FINALE THAT THEY GIVE TO VALKA IS THAT THE KING OF DRAGONS THAT VALKA CARES FOR IN HTTYD2?!!
Valka being friends with the Wingmaidens sits absoluteky right with me
no but the way Toothless hesitated when Hiccup told him to leave him and get the egg
I love how all the dragons arrived to fight the dragon flyers, it was just so poetical to me, the dragons finally getting to fight the people that hurt them 🤩
I FINISHED IT AND NOW I'M SAD!!! I loved the end tho and I'm glad we got to see Shattermaster at Dagur's wedding, also Astrid's outfit change- we love that. And them leaving the edge is just so sad bro 😭but I love how we got to see some "insight" ig u could call it on HTTYD2 😭 also seeing Snotlout and Fishlegs's love for Ruffnut start forming was hilarious
#httyd#how to train your dragon#dob#defenders of berk#riders of berk#rob#race to the edge#rtte#hiccstrid#hiccup haddock#astrid hofferson#hiccup x astrid#fishlegs#snotlout#toothless#ruff and tuff#ruffnut#tuffnut#dagur the deranged#queen mala#Wingmaidens#Heather#Stoick#Valka#the King of Dragons
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Hello! Absolutely adored your protective Kanej fic, especially how you managed to make it meet the middle ground in a dignified manner. I was wondering if you could do the same with the topic of jealousy? Would you be willing to write a fic about Jesper's feelings for Kaz, and his pov on Kanej falling in love, with a healthy dose of jealousy? Maybe a bit where he and Inej bond over their feelings for Kaz? Totally understand if you don't want to, but thank you either way!
a/n: ah! thank you so much! i’m so glad you enjoyed that lil fic!! i also really loved your ask and was really excited to write it. i’m actually on vacation right now and didn’t bring a laptop so i hope you don’t mind that it’s in the headcannon type structure (i did get slightly carried away but what’s new)! so yeah! here ya go <3
Inej had been gone for nearly a month, her first voyage on The Wraith proving to be a success
And all of Ketterdam felt her absence in the darkening shadow of gloom that followed Kaz Brekker.
The Dregs were careful to keep every toe in line, for fear they would find a cane breaking the bone. Even Jesper managed to tone down his charm
Though he wasn’t sure if Kaz’s anger was the whole reason.
When she’d left, they had all gone to the dock to see her off
Jesper slung his arm around her shoulder, pulled her tight, and made her laugh with one last terrible joke
Then he watched as Kaz said goodbye, in whatever twisted way he was capable. It didn’t sit right with him.
The way Kaz spoke to her, how he held her hand, hell- how he looked at her. As if it were the first and last time he was seeing her.
Jes watched until he couldn’t any longer. Something had balled up inside him, manifesting itself in his pounding chest and heated cheeks
He recognized the feeling
It was the feeling of someone else winning at Makkers Wheel, of watching someone make Wylan laugh, of his revolvers in anyone else’s hands.
it was the feeling of jealousy
It warmed his skin and froze his bones. He hated himself for it.
It wasn’t as if he loved Kaz the way she did, wanted him the way she did. But you’ve been here longer, saved his life just as many times.
Then she was gone, disappearing into the sea like she’d always been good at. And a dullness settled in Kaz’s eyes as he headed back to his city.
Now, as they all approached the dock once more to welcome her home, Jes felt anxiety flipping in his stomach
Wylan must have noticed, taking one of the hands that he’d begun to tap along his thigh
The dock was crowded, a mess of ships coming and going, and still they knew which ship was hers as it sailed smoothly into her berth
And through the thick, bustling crowd they knew their Wraith by silhouette alone. Her grin was wide, her hair down and curling in the salty air.
Jesper laughed, his anxiety forgotten, as he grabbed her and lifted her off the ground
“Is it possible you got smaller out there?”
Inej laughed now. “Is it possible you’ve gotten taller?”
“Just prettier. But I see how that would be confusing.”
He let her go and Wylan reached for a hug. As they spoke, he became aware of a dark spot ebbing into view
And so did Inej.
She looked up to him, taking a deep breath as she scanned him in his entirety
When Jes followed her gaze, he could see that Kaz was doing the same to her
Then, Kaz reached a single hand out, every inch deliberate. She watched him with careful eyes until he gave a single nod.
Jesper was sure he didn’t make up the near desperation on her face as she rushed toward him for an embrace.
His hands wrapped around her frame slowly, pulling her closer and tighter to him. There was a hitch in his breathing and Inej looked up at him, but Kaz didn’t pull away.
As he watched, he could feel the ball of jealousy rattling once more
Wylan cleared his throat, “All of your things you left at the house are still there. You’re both more than welcome to eat with us tonight.”
Then he tugged at Jespers hand and off they went. He had turned back once to see that the pair separated, but the intensity on both their faces remained
What are you even jealous of? She deserves to be happy. That’s all that should matter to you.
It was dark by the time Inej snuck inside the Van Eck mansion. She approached the sitting room from behind, nearly scaring them to death
“Hope i’m not too late?”
After Wylan recovered from his heart attack, “Of course not.”
Jesper mustered a nod, unable to shake his feelings this time
Inej came around and sat in an open chair
And suddenly Wylan was up. He squeezed Jes’ hand and gave him a small smile. “I’ll just be in the kitchen cleaning up.”
Of course he noticed. My merchling has decided to be observant.
The two of them left sat silently for a bit, letting the crackling fire fill the air, then, “I missed you... I missed being here.”
Her eyes were already on him when he looked up. Inej gave him the barest smile and shrug.
“Well- I’m impossible not to miss.”
She laughed, pulling her legs up underneath her. “Fair enough. How was it here while I was gone?”
Jes let out a scoff. “Kaz didn’t tell you anything?”
“Not about Ketterdam, no.”
“Well it’s been shitty. He’s been worse than usual, if that’s even possible.”
He could see the look on her face as she registered that he was upset. Inej turned to the fire then.
“You know-“ He immediately regretted it. “I couldn’t begin to guess what he has over you but he isn’t worth it, Wraith.”
“Jesper. You’re being mean”
“To who? Him?”
She turned to face him now, her face severe. “To me.”
It was then that he crumpled.
Jesper fell inward, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. “I’m sorry- I just-“
You just what? What could you say to dig yourself out of this? Why do you even feel like this?
Then she was beside him, taking his hand.
“Jes, what is it?”
Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t lie to her. And he couldn’t control what he said next.
“You’re too good for him- we all are! And- and yet we all just go along with it all! For what? It’s not like we get anything back, he doesn’t even-“
“Care?”
Jesper looked up at her again.
“Look- I know how he is. He’s cold and frustrating and nearly impossible. But he’s also loyal and fierce and he would do anything for his crows. I think that’s what we all stick around for.”
“Is that enough?”
He could see her turning his question over in her mind.
“I wasn’t always sure but- I believe so. And if it isn’t, then we’ll revisit this conversation. Surely you can see that things are changing.”
Despite his anger or jealousy or frustration, Jesper couldn’t ignore that she was right. When isn’t she?
Kaz was changing. Between Per Haskell and Pekka Rollins, Inej leaving and becoming a barrel boss, he was different.
“Call me crazy. Call me too optimistic or pious for my own good, but there is something in him. Even if it’s buried deep.”
Jesper interrupted, “Very, very, very deep.”
Inej laughed. “I know.”
“I just want something in return sometimes. It feels like running on water and getting nowhere. The rest of us- that’s friendship, but him-“
“It isn’t the same. I understand that. Though he does feel something for you... something deeper than friendship I believe.”
He thought back to the clocktower of the Geldrenner, to the intensity in Kaz’s eyes. What do you think my forgiveness looks like, Jordie?
He nodded, supposing he wouldn’t start doubting Inej today.
“You aren’t alone, Jes. I know how you feel...”
That, he hadn’t even considered. Of course she knew how this felt, probably better than anyone.
“How do you do it, Inej? How do you love him?”
To his surprise, the Wraith smiled. “I love Kaz as he is, in every way. Not the boy he was or the man he could have been, but who he is right now. Ketterdam needs him like this just as much as it needs you and me as we are.”
Jesper hadn’t known Kaz before he had become the Bastard of the Barrel and he’d always had a difficult time placing him as a child. He couldn’t picture a young Kaz, coffee eyes and black hair glinting in the setting sun as his little legs carried him home.
But he figured Inej could. She always saw the big picture, the city from above instead of a single grimy street.
“How long will you be in Ketterdam?”
She shrugged. “As long as I’m needed here and not somewhere else.”
“Waffles in the morning then. On me.”
Inej laughed. “Jesper paying for breakfast? Things really have changed.”
It felt like a weight lifted off him as he laughed with her. “Dont get used to it.”
They stood, hugging for a brief moment.
“Goodnight, Jes.”
Then, he watched as she melted into the steady shadows with ease, as though she had never missed an evening in the mansion.
#six of crows#kanejheadcanons#jesper#jesper fahey#inej ghafa#kaz brekker#shadow and bone#kanej#soc#leigh bardugo#grishaverse#kaz x inej#soc fanfic#grishaverse fanfic#soc fanfiction#kanej fic
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Tea Shop Part Four: Zuko x female reader imagine series
Zuko joins the group and everyone is soon sick to death with the two of you bickering. You finally manage to put your differences aside long enough to help Sokka sneak into a fire nation prison to look for his dad but once there the fighting starts again and gets you both in serious trouble...
Part one here
Part two here
Part three here
Your POV
After your argument you and Zuko weren’t speaking apart from petty comments or mutterings that turned into arguments, both of which happened a lot! You glared at each constantly making the atmosphere very tense and the gang were not appreciative.
"Anyone else get the feeling y/n and Zuko just need locking in a tent for the few hours?" Sokka asked one morning after you’d just made Zuko leave the room with a well timed quip. Toph smirked, Katara and Aang smiled but you frowned "what? Why? We'd end up killing each other". "Ow it’d get physical" Sokka agreed and you scoffed throwing a rock at him. Sokka was under the insane impression all this tension was because you and Zuko had left things unresolved in Ba Sing Sei and so he was trying to nudge you two together constantly but it wasn’t working. "Don’t you think you're being a bit harsh on Zuko?" Sokka tried again and you glared. "Want me to start on you too pretty boy? Don’t get on my bad side". Sokka just stared at you in reply "you think i’m pretty?" he asked and you rolled your eyes and walked away as the rest of the gang all laughed.
The next day
It annoyed you how the others all took to Zuko so easily, as if they’d forgot everything he’d done. You were determined not to be so easily won over and so kept a close eye on him. While you were having supper you noticed Zuko and Sokka whispering away from the campfire. You tried to assess what was going on but couldn’t make anything out. Sokka having secrets with Zuko worried you, what is Zuko hurt him? Zuko could NOT be trusted and so you decided to get involved. That night you kept watch outside the temple incase Zuko tried anything and sure enough you saw him appear in the dead of night. He crept towards Appa and you followed him. "I knew you were up to no good!" you cried before pausing "Sokka?". Zuko was there but he wasn’t the one who’s been sneaking around, that was all Sokka and they seemed to be going somewhere. "Hi y/n" Sokka smiled "erm so i don’t suppose you can forget you saw us?". You shook your head "nope, why are you sneaking around with the traitor prince?". Zuko glared and you just smiled. "Erm prison...". "Good turning Zuko in?". "Look i know you have a problem with me...” Zuko started. "Ow wow you're clever" you retorted and Zuko cried out in frustation. "You are so annoying" he glared and you laughed "Really? Okay lets weight that up so i’m annoying and you’re a traitor, which is worse?". Zuko went to argue and Sokka stepped inbetween you "enough you guys are so loud you’ll wake everyone up! I’m going without either of you". "No" you and Zuko said simultaneously before glaring at each other. "You can’t go on your own you don’t know where it is" Zuko called. "I don’t know where you’re going but there’s no way i’m letting you go alone" you added. Sokka glared "the two of you can’t both come, you’ll argue too much, you can’t work together". "Then just take me" Zuko shrugged. You went to argue and Sokka groaned "no i want both or neither! I am not getting involved in this". You frowned and let out a large sigh, you knew Sokka wouldn’t change his mind when he spoke in that tone. So you either sent Sokka into the firenation alone or swallowed your pride. You debated the Sokka alone plan and couldn’t see a way it happened without him dying so grudgingly huffed. "We won’t argue and give away our cover" you told Sokka "i promise to stop". Zuko looked up at you in shock while Sokka beamed "you will?". You nodded purposefully not looking at Zuko "i promise". Sokka turned to Zuko who frowned "i promise too". Sokka smiled "yay road trip!".
To keep your promise you just stayed away from Zuko. On the ship you stuck to opposite ends and when you got to prison you found the guard helmet covered his face making your anger lessened. The plan to break Hakoda out was on track...and then Zuko got caught impersonating a guard and got you dragged down with him. Needless to say you were furious. As soon as you were let out of your cell you spotted Zuko and stalked towards him. Zuko was expecting this and sighed “Y/n...”. “You just love annoying me don’t you, did you plan this the whole time?”. “Of course not!” Zuko cried “but maybe i should’ve...”. You glared and got ready to argue again when Sokka appeared. "Look i know this isn’t ideal" Sokka tried and you laughed "yeah no kidding". "What was i suposed to do? Let them catch Sokka?" Zuko asked. "No but leaving me out of it would’ve been nice". "Ow like i meant to implicate you" Zuko snapped. "Guys!" Sokka cried "you promised". You frowned seeing Sokka pout and nodded "sorry". "Sorry" Zuko mimicked you and you raised an eyebrow. "Okay so this changes things but i have a plan" Sokka cried and you focused on him and just blocked Zuko out.
The plan was Zuko would get supplies from the freezer but to get him there he had to cause a disturbance worthy of such a punishment. So Sokka proposed he start a fight and you watched Zuko provoke one. The fight went as Sokka planned and Zuko and the other inmate fought before guards intervened. Zuko’s fire bending caught their attention and he stopped to let then arrest him but they didn’t seem keen on taking him so willingly. You watched as one grabbed Zuko’s arms while another snook up behind him. The guard raised his baton against Zuko aiming right for the back of his head and Zuko couldn’t see him coming. "Stop" you cried using earth bending to trip the guard making him fall over into the other guard. Zuko jumped and turned avoiding the man and looked at you suprised. People laughed and the guards glared "you!" he said spotting you. "You were going to hurt him!" you shrugged "i was just trying to make you stop". One of the guards grabbed your arm and Zuko frowned "hey get off her" and yanked the man off you. The man tried grabbing you again and the other guard joined in too. With Zuko’s help you outmanouvered and tripped the two of them again. The guards fell over harshly and glared. The main guard looked furious and called for back up. Immediately more guards streamed into the room and spotted you and Zuko as the trouble makers. They seized you both and forced your hands behind your backs. "Benders" the man spat at the floor "they both need some manners, a night in the freezer". That made you stop struggling in shock, he couldn't put you, an earthbender, in the freezer too. "But i’m not a fire bender!" you cried "I'll die if you do that". "Not my problem" the guard smirked and you and Zuko were dragged away. You tried resisting and Zuko was determined to help you too. He broke out of his restraints and attacked your guards. Not managing to get them off you he clung onto you instead. Not sure what his plan was but not wanting to be seperated you grabbed onto him too and the guards couldn’t seperate you. You caused so much fuss they pushed you both into the same freezer just to get you in there and slammed the door shut. "Let me out!" you cried "i’m not a firebender let me out i’ll freeze" you yelled beating your fists against the door. "Y/n trust me they dont care" Zuko frowned. You ignored him and kept at it. Zuko left you to get your anger out for a while before sighing "y/n stop that". "I can’t i have to get out" you gasped feeling the smallness of the room closing in on you "i can’t stay in here". "Y/n stop" zuko said grabbing your shoulders "they aren’t coming, the only thing that’s doing is wasting your energy and annoying me, we’ll only survive this if we’re smart". You frowned "so what do we do?". "We have to conserve our enevery...we need to huddle" Zuko said and when you rolled your eyes he rushed to explain "my body temperature is warmer than yours! The only way you’ll survive is by sharing my body heat". "I bet you’d like that" you scoffed and Zuko blushed "it’s not like that". "Either way i’m not touching you" you retorted and Zuko frowned "fine then freeze!" and turned away. You went back to banging on the door and lost track of time when you suddenly and shockingly felt your energy ebb. You grabbed the wall and realised your hands were so cold you hadn’t even noticed they were bleeding. The red and blue contrast of your hands made you feel dizzy and you held onto the door tighter. "Zuko..." you said softly and immediately Zuko was there “Y/n?”.You turned showing him your hands and in response Zuko just tugged you into him. You were scared, your skin looked blue-ish to you and you felt numb. Zuko folded your arms into him and wrapped his own over you. "Put your hands against me" he told you "bury your head in my neck and try to think warm thoughts" he commanded. He rubbed your shoulders and arms alternatingly and it felt nice and warm...for a while. "It’s not working" you stuttered feeling the freeze and Zuko shook his head "no, no way i’m letting you die". He frowned and sat down tugging you with him. You were so cold you didn’t even object when he pulled you onto his lap. He tucked your feet under his legs and put your hands aginst his chest. "Keep rubbing your hand together" he told you and engulfed you in his warm bulk again. You fully rested your face in the crook of his neck and tried to tuck your limbs in as much a possible. Again Zuko rubbed your back and arms to keep you warm and even breathed fire surprising you. "I didn’t know you could do that" you stutted and Zuko looked at you "conserve your strength, don’t talk". You smirked at his tone but winced to feel the numbness spread. It was getting worse despite Zuko’s efforts, you didn’t want to give in but the cold was so inviting. You just had to do one thing before you went....you had to say goodbye. "Zuko if i don’t...i don’t think i’m going to...". "Don’t even say it" Zuko cried and he spat more fire warming the air slightly. "Take slow deep breaths and remain calm, you’re fine". "Zuko if i don’t...". "Y/n" he scolded you but you carried on "i’m sorry Zuko...for wasting time being angry at you, i was just hurt and i...". A tear fell down your cheek and then promptly froze. Zuko shook his head "y/n stop it" he frowned "you won’t make it if you don’t try". "I just want you to know i regret wasting that time with you...I wasn’t really angry at you, I was just hurt" you cried "i like you Zuko". Zuko breathed in sharply. “I have since Ba Sing Sei and I should’ve told you earlier but i was confused and i....but i wanted to tell you before i...". "You're not dying" Zuko replied shakily "i’ve seen you fight pleanty of my decisions before y/n don’t fight this one and i...I like you too so you just have to keep trying, you can make it". "Zuko i can’t..." you sighed growing tired and Zuko shook his head "y/n please". When your eyes started to close Zuko panicked "y/n!" he cried shaking your shoulders. Zuko yelled your name but got no response. Running of out of ideas Zuko held you face and yelled your name. He was shaking in frustration and fear but tried his last gambit. He yelled your name and then kissed you. He hoped, one it would warm you and two shock you into waking back up. It did both. Against your cold skin his lips were practically painful but you didn’t care. If you were going to die, kissing Zuko after telling him you liked him seemed like a good enough way to go. "Y/n please for me keep trying" Zuko whispered kissing your forehead. You blinked and breathed slowly but nodded "okay". Zuko smiled and tucked you back into his neck.
Zuko chattered constantly to make sure you stayed awake and just spoke about random stuff. His uncle, turtle ducks, the palace gardens. Everything and anything and it was sweet and kept you awake. You even smiled as he explained the time a duck bit him and were feeling warmer when the door snapped open. "Aww how cute" one guard commented and the other snorted "wow she’s still alive, well lucky for her your presence has been requested, the both of you so get up". Zuko helped you to stand and you practically clung onto him as the guards pushed and pulled you faster than your frozen legs could manage. They thrust you into a room and you almost fell but Zuko caught you. He helped you into one of the two chairs and knelt down beside you. "It’s warm you smiled and Zuko nodded rubbing your hands "still regulate your breathing though, you’re not in the clear yet". "I feel fine" you argued and Zuko raised an eyebrow "you’re still ice cold, your hairs frozen and your lips are blue". "Well that’s your fault for only focusing on my hands" you commented and Zuko shook his head but smiled. "Don't worry i’ll get round to it". You grinned as he rubbed your arms and smirked at the serious face he was making. "What?" he asked noticing you watching him and you smiled "nothing". Zuko blushed glancing at you and you grinned. The door opened suddenly and Zuko shot up towering over you. You used the chair to stand up too and noticed Zuko step closer to you as soon as he saw who it was. You frowned and peaked out from behind Zuko to see it was the dark haired fire nation girl. Zuko’s ex girlfriend if you’d read the signals right. From her glare you did. "I told you to bring him, not her too". The guard frowned "sorry we'll take her". "No" Zuko said shielding you protectively, he knew if they sent you back into the freezer without him you’d he dead in minutes. "You won’t touch her! If you send her away i won’t say a word, if you want to talk to me you’ll keep her right here". The girl glared and time seemed to drag on before she glanced at you and sighed "fine". The guard asked it she was sure and she nodded before they shut the door leaving the three of you alone.
To hear Zuko arguing with his ex after you’d just kissed and admitted your feeings to each other was awkward to say the least. His girlfriend was pissed he’d left and nothing Zuko said made it better. You kept your eyes down trying not to listen but couldn’t help it. You chair made a large squeak suddenly and you looked up. Mai fixed her eyes on you and tilted her head to one side "you’re the beach girl, the one Zuko stood up for, aren’t you?" she asked. "Well usually people call me y/n but beach girl works too". Mai raised an eyebrow in disgust "i bet you feel so special having him protect you, having him stand up for you...it won’t last, he’s good at betraying people". "Mai leave her alone" Zuko called but you weren’t intimidated. "Really you're trying to scare me off him? This bickering didn’t do it so i’d save my breath if i were you, i don’t care what happened between you. For all i know the problem was with you not him and based on what i’ve heard about you that’s a safe bet". The girl’s eyes twitched and her hand went to her sleeve. "Mai no!" Zuko called "you’re mad at me leave her alone! It’s between me and you not her". "If she doesn’t shut her mouth..." Mai glared. "She will" Zuko assured her and fixed you a look as you went to protest. You sighed but obeyed. "Atleast you have her trained" Mai commented. You glared but didn’t reply.
Zuko and Mai carried on talking, or well arguing, when a guard appeared informing Mai there was a riot. He offered to be her body guard and opened the door. Zuko met your eye as the door opened and you got his subtle hint. "I don’t need any protection" Mai explained and Zuko nodded "she doesn’t". Mai frowned and Zuko gestured to you. You stepped closer to him when he suddenly threw the guard into Mai and grabbed your hand. Zuko dragged you out of the room before slamming the door closed. Mai’s face appeared on the other side of the door and she looked pissed. "I’m sorry Mai" Zuko frowned "i really am but we have to go" and he turned to you. “How are your legs feeling? Can you walk on them?”. “I can do more than that and I think we’re going to need it” you replied and set off in a run for the meeting point you’d arrranged with Sokka.
You barely made it but thanks to Suki’s fighting skills and suprisingly Mai’s help you made it out of the fire nation prison successfully. You stood on the air ship watching the prison fall away in disbelief. You were trying to comprehend everything that had just happened when you jumped feeling something behind you. "Sorry" Zuko said when he saw you flinch "didn’t mean to scare you". "It’s fine" you smiled "you saved my life i don’t think i can be angry at you again". "I’m sure that’ll last a week at most" Zuko smirked and you shrugged but knew he was right. "Thank you" you said placing a hand on his arm making him look at you "if you hadn’t taken care of me....i’m still sure you enjoyed it somewhat...but either way thank you". Zuko blushed looking down "of course i didn’t enjoy it you were almost dying!". "So you didn’t like the close contact...the kiss at all?" you asked smirking. Zuko’s face went bright red "no, you were in pain, i was too worried about you to enjoy it much". "That’s a shame, it was pretty good from my perspective" you smiled. "I’m glad for you, that was my intent". You laughed "well next time i’ll make sure you enjoy it too". "Next time?" Zuko asked and you nodded "yeah if you meant what you said". "I did" Zuko nodded and you blushed "good so did i". Zuko smiled at you and your blush grew "you know next time could be sooner than..." you started when Zuko, already ahead of you, kissed you for the second time that day. "Now?" he asked and you nodded kissing him again. Zuko held you tightly against him, your hands were against his chest as he pressed closer to you and you didn’t mind the lack of space, you forgot you needed any so lost in it. "Zuko the ships..." Sokka’s voice suddenly cut in jolting you out of it. Sokka stopped his sentence seeing the two of you, his jaw hanging open as he stared. "Ow my god where did you find the time for this to even happen!" he cried. Zuko narrowed his eyes putting an arm around you protectively but you smirked turning to face Sokka "in the freezer". "I knew it!" Sokka cried "you guys are so obvious". "If you knew it then why did you disturb us?" Zuko asked, still pressed close to you. You smirked at his angry face and turned back to Sokka "what’s wrong with the ship Sokka?". "I don’t know i need you to work that out if you’re not too busy". Zuko raised an eyebrow but sighed “fine” and followed Sokka away still glaring.
When you reached camp and explained everything to the others Zuko caught Katara and brought her over to you. "Katara can you check over y/n, her hands are pretty bad and she was in the freezer for so long...she seems okay but i’d feel better knowing you made sure" Zuko said and you rolled your eyes. You let Katara heal and then wrap your hands in bandages carefully. You waited as she examined you for any signs of frostbite or muscle damage and shot Zuko a smirk when she announced you were fine. "Your body seems fine just tired, well done Zuko you managed to make sure no long term damage was done". "Pretty heroic" you smirked and Zuko blushed "i’m just glad your okay". You smiled up at Zuko, both of you obviously smitten and Katara froze "wait....are you two...?". You and Zuko looked at her and she grinned "i knew you liked him! This is amazing!! I should’ve been able to tell from how you’re not glaring at each other anymore! You’re still looking at each other a lot but it’s different now” she trailed off before realising she was embarassing you “i’m so pleased for you both" she cried and hugged you. "Thanks Katara but we kinda need to talk about it so mind giving us a sec?". "Of course" she nodded "sorry" and backed out of the room. "We need to talk?" Zuko asked worried and you shook your head "nope, i just said that to get rid of Katara, can anyone in that family read social cues?". Zuko smirked "you’re the best". "I know" you smiled "but you’re pretty good too". You frowned and looked at him "but while we’re here...Zuko i want to apologise for everything i’ve said to you over the past few days, i was just so angry but that’s no excuse for what i said to you". Zuko frowned "y/n its okay i said things too". "I know but you tried apologisng first and now i think of all i did to provoke you, you’re not a traitor Zuko, you’re not a bad person and i don’t hate you, i’m sorry for ever implying i did". Zuko smiled and took your bandaged hand "thank you for saying that but i knew you didn’t hate me, you don’t hate anyone you’re too kind...plus that kiss definitely was not hate". You blushed "in my defence i thought i was dying"."Hmm that explains why you were just as eager on the ship then?". "Zuko" you whined and pushed him playfully. Zuko smiled and realised that was the first time you’d said his name, his real name, without sounding angry or upset. It was the first time you said it in a good way and he liked how it sounded. You realised he was staring at you adoringly and blushed. "Today was pretty awful but this is the best thing that’s happened to me in a while" Zuko said smiling at you. You were still blushing but nodded "me too, i’m just annoyed it took us this long". Zuko shrugged "we can make up the time now" and you smiled agreeing. “The sooner the better” you smirked and Zuko agreed leaning in to kiss you again.
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That’s it!! I skipped the whole taking over the capital because I liked that as the ending. Thanks for all the support :)
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Family Isn’t Blood (Fatherly! Jack Sparrow X Reader)
Request: Hello i have an requests for pirates of Caribbean. Can you do one when reader is lik 16 and have no parents and a crew in Jack sparrow ship and he is like a father fiquer to her and she isl like a daughter to him but she is always mean toward him and once jack got in troble and she tried very hard to save him and succes and he is like teasing her about it. Sorry if its to long and its ok if you dont like it
A/N: Probably super out of character, but I kind of like how it turned out so.
Growing up had been rough. You’d never had a place to call your own, as far as you could remember. Your parents had died when you were young, leaving you to fend for yourself and you had been on your own ever since. There was no sympathy in the world for a poor orphan child like you. Every day was spent trying to earn your keep, never staying too long in one place.
Then you bumped into Jack Sparrow.
It had been a complete accident. You were working on some of the ships in the dock, struggling to carry something probably, when his ship pulled into the dock. Ships were always pulling into the dock, you didn’t even look up from your work until, of course, he was right beside you trying to get you to tell him where things were in your little village.
“Please, can’t you see I’m trying to work?” You asked, slightly annoyed as you tied what felt like your hundredth knot that day. He looked around, then back at you.
“You’re a little young to be working in any capacity,” he pointed out. He wasn’t wrong but you were tired and stressed after a lot of work that day.
You picked up a box from beside one of the ships. “I’m thirteen, work is all I have, sir. Now can you please leave and get drunk somewhere else? I’m working here.”
Something about you intrigued the pirate that day, though you had never figured out what exactly it was. Some of the crew speculated it was probably the fact you reminded him a lot of himself, out fending for yourself. The world was a dangerous place on your own, nobody knew that better than Captain Jack Sparrow. He offered you a place on his ship, work that you could do with ease and a place you could basically call your home.
Maybe it wasn’t a traditional home that stayed in one place, but you didn’t mind. You could see the world and never even have to leave the deck.
Of course, you would never admit that to him. Sure, he had shown you a great kindness by letting you stay on his ship, but you didn’t need his help. If he hadn’t come along, you would’ve been just fine on your own. Plus, he was a drunk and he was always getting into trouble. You’d never spoken so much as a kind word to him since you’d stepped foot on the deck of the Black Pearl. There was no need. He knew you were thankful, and you knew you didn’t need to say it.
But now you were at a crossroads. It had been three years since Jack had taken you under his wing, even though you wouldn’t exactly call it that. You were pacing the deck of the ship, every now and then looking up to shore and scowling slightly. He had promised he wouldn’t be long, but he hadn’t been back for hours.
There were few redeeming qualities about Jack Sparrow, but he was usually a man of his word, no matter how bizarre that word was. He wasn’t off somewhere getting drunk and losing track of time, there was definitely something wrong. But the crew didn’t seem to think so, which left you in an odd predicament.
You could go to shore and drag him back yourself or wait and potentially risk getting caught yourselves by whatever had your captain.
“Captains orders, he told us all to stay put.” Gibbs watched you as you walked around the ship, grabbing things you might need and got ready to head to shore.
“Yeah, well he’s not here, is he? You stay here, just in case he does come back, but I’m going up there to grab him myself.”
You didn’t say what was unspoken. Jack Sparrow was the closest thing to a father figure you’d ever had, even though he was far from being the best one. He’d taught you mostly everything you knew about being on the seas. This wasn’t just a rescue mission so you could get back to moving, this was a rescue mission to save what little family you had left. You couldn’t be on your own anymore, no matter how much you hated to admit that.
There was definitely something off as you slowly slunk your way through the little town you’d stopped by. Everything was quiet, which was typical for this hour, but it still felt eerie. You spent a lot of time wandering, not knowing where you were going. Where had that stupid pirate gotten himself stuck now? You pushed a door open to escape some guards walking your way and turned, realizing you’d entered some sort of jail. There were cells and they were all full. They didn’t even look up as you walked by, eying them uneasily and gripping onto your rucksacks strap tighter.
“… There has to be another way out of here.” You mumbled, but there was nothing as far as you could see besides cells. There were so many cells, though the number of people inside each was quickly diminishing. You wondered briefly if this was where you’d end up if found here.
“(Y/n)!” A familiar voice called, and you whipped around, studying the cells closely. There was nobody there. You turned around to keep going when you heard it again. “Oh, come on, (Y/n).”
“Who said that?” You pulled out a dagger from your sheath, it was the only weapon you’d been able to find on such notice on the decks of the Pearl. You held it out in front of you, walking slowly back the way you came. As you walked, slowly and cautiously, a hand darted out to grab your wrist.
“Not sure what yer hoping to do with that,” the voice chuckled, amused and you let out a yelp, dropping the dagger. You looked up, glaring at Jack Sparrow as he leaned casually against the bars of his cell, flashing you a winning smile.
You let out an annoyed noise, bending down to pick your dagger up. “That’s not funny, Sparrow,” you snapped, tucking the dagger away.
“Not even a little?” He asked, grinning. You tried not to let your anger get the better of you. You were here to rescue him not kill him, though that was getting harder by the second.
Immediately, you bent down to get a good look at the lock that was holding him in his cell, ignoring any comments he made about enjoying his time in the cell. There had been a time where you had needed to know locks and how to pick them, it was the only you could get food. Though you were out of practice, you could still remember what you needed to do.
Reaching into your pocket for something to pick the lock, you found what you needed and set to work. He was quiet now; you could feel his eyes watching you as you worked on the lock. Even with his stare, you didn’t falter. You couldn’t falter. This was depending on you and you were going to give it your all.
The lock let out a click and you grabbed it, throwing it to the side. Pulling on the bars, they came open with ease and you tucked away your lockpick for future use, grateful that you’d still remembered how to use it. You gestured with your arms grandiosely, letting him know he could walk forward and join you.
He did, swaying slightly and you knew he was drunk. You didn’t say anything, but you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him the way you’d come, three years on the sea had made you slightly stronger than you’d been before. There was no place for weak, scrawny people on the Black Pearl.
“Ye came back for me,” he smirked, looking at you slyly from the corner of his eye. You scoffed and shook your head.
“The crew was worried. I was tired of hearing them whine so I’m doing something about it.”
“That’s not the only reason ye’re here, admit it.”
You could smell the alcohol on his breath and wrinkled your nose, but he was right. You paused. He stood there swaying and you stared ahead, at the door that would lead you back out into the little town. You felt tears threatening to fall, since when had you been about to cry?
You were only a kid, you reminded yourself, a kid forced to grow up way too soon.
“Fine, alright. I care, is that what you want to hear?” You asked, wiping your eyes before the tears fall, not wanting them to leave tear tracks. “You and the crew are the closest things I have to a family and I can’t lose another family. So just. Get your shit together.”
You grabbed his arm again and kept dragging him. No more words were exchanged the rest of the way back to the ship. He set sail immediately and you sat on the edge, looking down into the water. Somedays, when you weren’t feeling great, you’d contemplate jumping in and joining your parents. You don’t know why you never did.
“They’d be proud of you.” It was as if he could read your thoughts, he leaned against the ship’s edge beside you. You laughed bitterly.
“How would you know?”
There was a moment of silence, which made you inwardly snort. Of course, he was just saying that to make you feel better. He didn’t actually believe it.
“Because I know you and if they’re anything like ye, then they would be proud of who ye’d become. Also, because I’m proud of ye. Ye didn’t have to come back and save me, ya know?” He took a swig from the bottle of what you could only assume was rum. You felt your face heat up.
He wasn’t your parents and he could never replace them, what you’d lost was the chance of a normal life. The chance to grow up with love and support, to actually experience the joy of being a child. But, as he stepped away from the side of the ship, heading back to the steering wheel that Gibbs was managing in his stead, you had to admit to yourself; there were far worse ways to spend the rest of your days than by Jack Sparrow’s side.
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No Control Part 2
Part 2. I'm actually managing to write these faster than I thought I would be able to. Part 3 will probably take a little bit longer considering I had more time during the weekend. But I hope part 3 will be out as soon as I can write it.
Warning- hospital, mentions of car accident, semi and brief panic attack (?), no medical knowledge
Remus didn't know what to do as he sat in the cold metal chair of the hospital waiting room.
Leo was frozen. Staring blankly at the wall in front of him. His pupils were wide and his skin was a ghostly pale. His chest was rising and falling quicker than it probably should be.
He was 19 years old. He had never lost someone before and now he was in danger of loosing one of the loves of his life. No wonder his mind was trying to protect him.
Shock
Finn was pacing the room and would of punched the wall about half a dozen times if Dumo hadn't stopped him.
Anger
Remus didn't know what was going on. He kept looking towards the doors thinking Sirius would walk through them with his bright smile and kiss him with his soft lips. "Ready to go, mon loup? Doctors said I'm fine so you can stop your worrying. Lets go home and cuddle and maybe later I can prove to you just how fine I am."
Denial
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The team trickle in quickly.
James and Lily first. James wanted a play by play of what happened as Lily ran over to Remus with tears on her face. She pulled him into her side and let him cry.
Regulus was next. Pale and frantic. He went over to Leo after squeezing Remus's shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort. He sat beside his best friend and didn't say anything, just let him process what was happening while hoping his presence help enough.
Remus must have zoned out because when he blinked again the entire team had filled the small waiting room.
"What happened?" James asked again.
"Uh-" Remus explained how they got the call with stuttered and hitched breaths.
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"Sirius Black?" The doctor walked into the waiting room.
"Is he okay?" Remus jumped up.
She smiled kindly. "Have a seat."
That can't be good.
"Sirius is in surgery right now to fix severe internal bleeding in his head and to remove his spleen which was ruptured in the crash."
"Oh god." James breathed.
"Now I know it sounds extremely bad but he can survive without a spleen. The only long lasting effects will be a weakened immune system." She calmed their nerves only slightly.
"He does have severe head trauma, the extent of which we won't know until he wakes up. He broke four ribs, one of which punctured his lung. Along with that he also broken both his tibula and his fibula on his left leg. And has severe whiplash. It might not seem like it but he is suspected to make a full recovery. I'll be back if anything happens and when he's out of surgery." She left the room, passing a man in a matching white coat on the way out.
"Logan?" Leo choked.
The doctor nodded and sat down. "His injuries are extensive but he will be able to make a full recovery."
They all let out a sigh of relief.
"He has severe internal bleeding in his chest, abdomen, and head. He also has severe whiplash. His kidney's were mildly damage and he has bruising on his heart. I know it sounds terrifying but all it means is he needs to take it slow and not move around too much." He told them. "You'll be able to see him once we get him stable."
"He- he's not stable?" Finn stammered.
"His vitals are taking a while to get under control." He hesitated. "But it's nothing too concerning considering the trauma his body went through."
They two didn't say anything and the doctor left the room to silence.
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Logan was awake when they came in.
"Hi, loves." He rasped out.
Finn sobbed and had to stop himself from flinging himself into his injured boyfriend.
"Shh. I'm okay. I'm okay." His words were slow but held comfort as he cupped his face with a bandaged hand. "I'm okay."
"Lo" Leos voice was gasped and choked. He made no attempt to hide the fear.
"Hey Peanut." Logan smiled. "Come here"
Leo took a step towards him and stopped. "I dont- um- what if I-"
"You're not gonna hurt me. I'm okay."
"But I could." He scanned the room like he was trapped.
"Hey" Finn stood up and walked over to the teenager who hadn't fully come out of his shock yet and seeing his love like this made his mind want to hide away again.
"Here." He gently led him over to the hospital bed. "He's okay."
"Hi, my baby." Logan smiled and grabbed Leo's hand.
"You're okay?"
"I'm okay." Logan nodded.
"Promise?" His voice was broken and his eyes never stopped their sweep of the room.
"I promise."
"Okay." He breathed out and finally calmed down enough to sit beside Logan's bed.
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"Hey, Loops" Logan nodded at the pale man as the team walked in. "Any updates?"
"He's still in surgery." His voice was rough with tears and misuse. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore and in pain but I'm alive." He shrugged.
"Thankfully." Dumo walked over.
"Hey, Dumo." Logan hugged him as well as he could.
"Scared me for a while there, kiddo."
"Sorry about that."
"So what happened exactly?" Kasey asked.
"We were gonna go get something to eat and Sirius turned at a greenlight. Someone ran the light and hit Sirius's side. We spun out and then rolled, fuck I don't even know, a lot of times. I think I blacked out on the six or seventh roll. Maybe the second. It felt like forever. I don't know when, or if, Sirius blacked out." Logan explained.
"Kept saying your name though." He looked up at Remus.
Remus's hazel eyes filled with tears and he let out a sob into his elbow.
"Sorry."
"No, no it's okay." Remus sniffled back the tears. "Just, uh, just worried. You know?"
"He'll be alright." Logan told him before smiling. "We just have to come up with some new nickname for him now that he doesn't have a spleen or an immune system."
"Spleenless."
"Captain of the sick ship."
"Sniffles"
"Captain Spleen."
"No mo munie."
They all threw around names.
"He's gonna be more upset about the fact that he won't be able to hide when he's sick than he'll be about the missing organ." James laughed.
"Probably." Remus nodded.
Their laughs were cut off by a knock on the door. "Remus Lupin?" Sirius's doctor, Dr. Gemma, walked in.
"Yeah. What's going on? Is he alright?"
"He's out of surgery and awake." She told them with a kind smile.
"So he's okay?"
"He is showing signs of very, very slight amnesia. Just not remembering the accident at all which is completely understandable and no cause for concern."
"Can I see him?"
"Of course." She nodded.
Remus followed after her with whispers to update them on how he is.
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"I do have to warn you about the possible side effects he could start to show or is already showing." Dr. Gemma said as they walked down the long hallways.
"Like what?"
"As I said he does have slight amnesia. He seems to either be having hearing problems or is having a hard time understanding speech. Possibly both. He might also be having difficulty thinking. There is other symptoms that he hasn't shown yet but might in the future, headaches, seizure, nausea, vomiting, fever, and more. If any of these happen or anything concerning, page us immediately."
They finally turned down the hallway that seemed to be his.
"I'll let you two be, and again, page us immediatly if anything happens or if you need anything. Okay?" They stopped outside his door.
"Okay, thank you."
"No need for thanks." She smiled. "Now go see him. You were the first thing he asked about when he woke up."
Remus smiled at that and pushed the door open. He tried hard not to react to all the wires surrounding him but it was hard not too. All he could do to try was hurry over to his lovers side.
"Hi, baby." He smiled through tears as his hazel eyes saw grey. "Hi" He gripped his hand tightly.
"Re" Sirius said slowly.
"Yeah. yeah. It's me, baby. I'm right here. You're okay. You're okay." He kissed his forehead to hide the tears.
"Don't- cry- mon loup." It took him a while to say.
"Sorry. You just scared me for a little while." Remus smiled at him. "Are you feeling okay?"
Sirius gave him a confused look.
"What? What's wrong? Are you okay? What do you need?" Remus rambled in concern.
"Shh" Sirius set a hand on Remus's. "Okay" He talked about himself. "Just, too many."
"Too many what, love?"
"Words. Can't know. Don't think." He was begining to get frustrated.
"It's okay." Remus said slower. "I know. It's okay."
Sirius nodded and relaxed against the pillows.
"Said Logan- with- hurt?" the words were chopped and Remus could see the frustration in his eyes.
"Logan was in the car." Remus nodded. "But he's okay. The team is with him."
"Team?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and blinked in confusion.
"Your hockey team." Remus tried to keep the panic out of his voice. "James, Dumo, Logan, Leo, Finn, Kasey, Walker, Kuny, Olli-"
"I remember." Sirius cut him off. "Just forgot."
"That's okay. The doctors said that would happen."
"See them?" Sirius asked hopefully.
"See the doctors?"
"No. Team."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm sure the team will be here soo-"
As if they heard them, a group of hockey players knocked on the door and walked into the hospital room
I really don't like this part compared to part one.
Thank you @lumosinlove for letting us take your happy, lovely characters and make them be in pain
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The Rights Of A Nindroid
This is chapter six
(Previous chapter here)
Hmm... I wonder what’s going on here...
When Nya finally lets them go back for Kai, the red ninja is staring straight ahead, a hollow look on his face.
“Kai?” Jay questions, creeping closer. He’s aware of the others behind him taking care of the bail, but he doesn’t listen, only focusing on his boyfriend. “Are you okay?”
“Zane…” Kai breathes out, eyes glazed over. He seems so wrapped up in his thoughts that it looks like he hasn’t even noticed Jay.
“Hey Fire-Hazard, you okay?” If he gets any closer the cops will probably stop him, so he just waits for him to notice him.
Kai’s vision finally focuses. “It wasn’t me. I can’t tell him- he thinks it was me.” His words are strangled; he actually looks like he’s on the verge of tears.
Then that familiar rage seems to get to him, and his hands clench into fists. “I’m going to save him. I’m going to save him if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Thanks. We’ll take him now.” Lloyd speaks up from behind him.
Kai is still shaking with anger as they take him back to the ship, refusing to say another word until they get there.
Once they reach the bridge, he sucks in a deep breath before starting.
“They’re torturing him.”
There’s a brief pause as the rest of them process that.
“They’re what.” Nya’s voice is dangerously quiet in a way that Jay’s only heard a few times- and none of them ever ended well for whoever was on the receiving end.
“They’re torturing him. I- I don’t know what they did, but he kept saying my name, he- he thought it was me.” Kai sounds like he’s on the verge of a breakdown, smoke beginning to steam off of him.
“Wh- how is that even possible?!” Lloyd stares. “With all of his sensors? He could see through it in a heartbeat!”
“I don’t know how they did it, I just know that they did.” Kai seems like a mixture of furious and sad, like he doesn’t know whether to cry or set the nearest government building on fire.
Cole speaks up next. “How do you know? Did they show you? Do you know where they’re keeping him?” To anyone who didn’t know him, he would’ve sounded calm, but Jay can easily read the heavy emotions in his voice.
Kai shakes his head with a pained sigh. “It was a video. I couldn’t tell where it was taken.”
The horror of the situation begins to fully dawn on him then. “They’re torturing Zane because you tried to rescue him.” Jay breathes out, voice shaking. “The more we try to help him, the more he’ll think we’re hurting him.”
Another heavy silence takes over the room.
But then Cole speaks, his voice low and threatening. “We need to get him out of there.”
“But how? The more we try to save him, the more he’s going to get hurt!” Jay gets out, panic overtaking him.
“We’ll have to play by their rules.” Lloyd decides. “No more sneaking around or illegal things. We play this game their way… as difficult as it is.”
Kai grinds his teeth, and Nya grips the table tightly. Cole’s pained expression most likely lines up with the scared one that Jay has.
“I know it’s not ideal,” Lloyd sighs, “but we can’t risk him getting hurt any more than he already has. One way or another, we’re going to save him.”
Kai gives a determined nod, and there’s mumbles of agreement.
Still, Jay can’t help his nervousness at the whole situation. It’s possible that they’re just torturing him anyway and only sent the video as a deterrent.
Breathing out a puff of breath, Jay squeezes his eyes shut, trying to blot out his stressful thoughts.
They’ll get him back. They’ll bring him home…
No matter what it takes.
{ { { { { { { { { { ~ } } } } } } } } } }
After what feels like an eternity, Zane wakes up.
He’s not very quiet about it, but that might only be because Cryptor’s sensors have been jammed as high as they’ll go.
YOU OKAY?
He taps out the message slowly, giving the white ninja some time to process each letter.
CONFUSED
Cryptor shakes his head, a quiet sigh escaping him. It’s likely that they screwed with his sensors somehow- a hallucination-like thing based off of memories.
It he can remember when they did that to him, too. He can remember exactly what he had seen. Because they played it over and over, burning it permanently into his mind.
Though it’s not like he would’ve been able to forget even without the hallucinations… something like that isn’t easily forgotten.
Shaking his head, Cryptor draws himself back to reality. He can’t afford to get stuck in those thoughts again.
IT WAS FAKE
There’s a long pause from the other side before Zane is rapidly tapping back a response.
WHAT?
Cryptor breathes out slowly, trying to keep himself calm even with the memories bombarding it him.
IT WAS FAKE
Even with the repeated words, there’s an even longer pause, and Cryptor grimaces some- maybe he’s been through a lot, but Zane has literally self destructed. Whatever he saw-
IT WAS AN ILLUSION?
Despite Zane not being able to see him, Cryptor nods as he taps back his response.
ELECTRICITY CAN TRICK YOUR SENSORS
There’s another weighty pause, and he impatiently waits for Zane to reply. Who knows when they’ll be taken back again- they don’t have time for this kind of hesitation.
THANK YOU
Confusion takes over him, and he frowns as he tries to understand the meaning behind the message.
WHAT?
Zane’s response comes immediately, and the words send an odd feeling through him.
YOU HELPED ME
Well… he did, actually. He could’ve left Zane to stew in his misery, he could’ve never started talking to him in the first place.
He tries to tell himself that it’s just so he can betray him later, so that it he can tell the officials about any escape plans he comes up with.
But he knows that that’s not true. There’s something else, something holding him back.
Unfortunately, he knows exactly what that something is.
‘Cryptor had rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. “Stop treating me like I’m made of glass.” He had snapped.
“I’m only trying to help you.” The other shook his head, his expression being a wordless plea for Cryptor to allow him to assist.
Help. The word had made Cryptor feel somewhat uncomfortable. Why would someone help him? He hadn’t done anything to deserve that.
“Yeah.” He had finally got out. “Okay.”
The other’s jovialness had been contagious, and Cryptor hadn’t been able to resist his good mood.
He had come to the conclusion that maybe working with others wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.’
Shaking his head, Cryptor pulls himself back into the present. After a few moments of hesitation, he taps out a response.
DONT GET USED TO IT
He idly shifts in his uncomfortable position- these lockers are far too small, being barely large enough to fit him- or Zane. Any smaller and they couldn’t even squeeze in.
MY TEAM WILL RESCUE US
Cryptor scoffs, rolling his eyes. Yeah, right. Zane they’ll rescue. Cryptor? Not a chance.
THEY WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO FIGURE OUT WHERE WE ARE
Maybe it’s mean to insult them like that, to dash Zane’s hopes- but he’s too tired to play nice.
I TRUST THEM
With a sigh, Cryptor closes his eyes. At least Zane actually has people looking for him. If anyone cared about Cryptor, they’d have found him by now.
He had thought he had made a friend for a while. But it seems that he managed to push away even him.
WE SHOULD STILL PLAN OUR OWN ESCAPE
Cryptor sucks in a deep breath at Zane’s message. Grinding his teeth, he taps out a reply.
NO WE SHOULDNT
Even without being able to see Zane, he knows that the other is very confused by his insistence against the matter.
And if the officials hadn’t done what they did, Cryptor would be all for making a plan.
But after that… he can’t even bring himself to consider it.
He can still hear what was spoken, can still see the torn metal and ripped out gears. Every waking moment, the memory sits in the back of his mind.
WHY NOT?
Cryptor grinds his teeth. He can’t make himself talk about it. Not when it he can barely even think about it.
DONT ASK
And that’s the end of it. Closing his eyes, Cryptor attempts to go into his sleep mode.
I CAN HANDLE PAIN
Eyes flying back open, Cryptor taps out a furious response.
NOT THIS KIND
After a few moments pause, Zane replies yet again.
YOU UNDERESTIM
Cryptor decides to cut him off here, to stop him before it’s too late.
GO TO SLEEP
Closing his eyes, Cryptor ignores the next messages and activates his sleep mode.
With the memories Zane had dredged up, it’ll be a miracle if he doesn’t have any nightmares.
#the rights of a nindroid#fanfiction#ninjago fanfiction#ninjago au#ninjago zangst#zangst#ninjago#torture#psychological torture#trauma
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The Getaway
Part Two
A/N: This is obviously a continuation of a birthday fic I wrote for @ao719 that is now 2 weeks late 🙈 I was dealing with stuff, dont judge lol The writers block and doubts were for real yo! But thanks to my Tumblr bestie, who wouldnt let me quit, encouraged me, talked me through this thing and gave me ideas, it finally all came together.
Anitah, I apologize for being so late and the silliness of this fic and if it's terrible. I still hope you had a wonderful birthday and are blessed with so many more 💜
A/N/N: Thanks to @burnsoslow for beta reading and literally a thousand other things.
Warning: A lot of bad language, a miserable Drake Walker and violence involving tasers, fires, animals and car accidents ... No one dies people!
**Drake and Liam belong to Pixelberry, Nikolas belongs to me, the driver and mailroom guy belong to @burnsoslow and Liam's secretary belongs to @ao719
Drake stepped out of the truck in a furor, cursing under his breath, to check on his damages. The front driver tire had fallen into a deep ditch, and it was evident by the thick mud it sunk into that it would be next to impossible to get unstuck without some assistance.
He shook his head, gritted his teeth, and the veins in his neck enlarged and throbbed. As he knelt down to assess the damages further, Nik hopped out of the truck and stood over Drake. With one glance, Nikolas clutched his belly and let out a loud continuous cackle that soon sent a storm of hot blood that seemed to collect in Drake's crimson-colored face.
And the laughter just got louder and louder.
And the laughter didn't stop.
In Drake's head, it sounded like a thousand Niks laughing simultaneously, each one with two horns, a pointy tail, and a pitchfork in hand.
His anxiety took over.
He stood up, and in an attempt to let some of his anger out, he kicked the tire with an enraged shout that echoed beyond the heavily-forested valley and sent flocks of birds in a frenzy.
The tire's air must have been over-pressurized by the drop's force and popped as soon as Drake's foot made contact. He fell back onto his ass with a heavy thud causing Nikolas to screech out in more laughter. Drake sat up into time to see the front bumper and side panel fall to the ground.
"I think your truck is broken, Uncle Drake," the prince chortled.
Drake's head whipped around and glared at the boy. "No shit! What the fuck are you even doing here? You're supposed to be on a plane to Paris."
Nikolas shrugged. "This sounded more fun."
"This isn't fun, you little asshole!" Drake jumped up and attempted to lunge at the boy, but slipped in the mud, caught his balance for a split second by grabbing onto a tree limb, then slipped again, before wiping out completely. "Son-of-a-monkey-fucker!"
Drake laid on his back, staring up at a large tree branch that hung overhead, praying to God the damn thing would just fall on him.
Nikolas walked over to him and looked down on the face of fury. "Is it time for dinner yet? I'm staaaaaaaving!"
"Nikolas," Drake groaned then took a deep breath, his back mud-soaked and achy. "How? How in the hell did you pull this off?"
Nik plopped down on Drake's stomach, causing him to grunt loudly. "Easy. I told my dad you invited me, and he let me go. He was happy you wanted to spend time with me." The Prince smirked.
Drake gritted his teeth. "And he just believed you? Fucking Liam."
Nikolas shook his head. "No. I got Neal in the mailroom to pretend he was you on the phone."
Drake lifted his head and glared. "You mean that grease trap that lives in the ambulance down by the river?"
The young prince nodded. "Yeah. Except he doesn't live by the river anymore. He moved behind the elementary school .. said it had a better view."
There was dead silence for a moment as Drake grimaced at what he just heard before jerking his hips upward. "Get the fuck off me."
Nikolas stumbled to the ground with an uproarious laugh.
Drake reached into his front pocket and pulled out his cell as he rose to his feet. He was dead set on getting someone from the palace to retrieve this little menace to Drake Walker society before he found himself tied up to a cinder block at the bottom of Lake Boogaloo. The issue with his truck could wait.
Liam and Riley would already be on the plane with Bastien in tow, so calling them right now would be useless. He pressed the contact for the palace operator, hoping to be directed to the mailroom; if Neal was part of helping get Nik into this, his shady punk ass could come pick him up in the renovated ambulance that served as his home and part-time blood mobile.
Pacing back and forth, Drake raised the phone to his ear, waiting impatiently for a ring.
"Trish! Put me through to the mailroom."
While he was distracted taking care of that, Nikolas was somewhat disappointed the trip was already over -- he had so many plans for his favorite uncle. With his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips, he leaned up against the truck in a huff. "This sucks!"
The sounds of leaves crunching and brush moving around nearby caught his attention. Nik's eyes widened in fear when the black furry coat of a creature with a white stripe down its middle could be seen scampering around searching for food. The boy gasped and pinched his nose as the animal's foul scent started to become thick in the air and made his eyes water. "Uncle Drake," he called out in a nasally voice, "there's a skunk."
With a scowl, Drake lowered the phone and scrunched up his own nose. He took one glance at the animal, who didn't appear to be a threat, then glanced back at the kid. "It's probably more scared of your evil ass than you are of it. Just keep your mouth shut and don't move." The call with Neal resumed.
"But, Drake ..." Nikolas whined, trying to plead for him to listen but could tell his uncle would have none of it.
Frantic to scare the smelly animal away, the young boy searched the ground for something to throw at it: a large stick, a rock, Drake's Air Bud soundtrack. Those things might scare the skunk off, but they posed a risk of it spraying before doing so. Memories of the smell of Madeleine's office when he had one shipped to her came flooding back. It took a month for the palace to lose that scent. The prank was hilarious until it affected his comfort.
A devilish smirk took shape as an idea popped into his head. “I need my backpack.”
Nik grabbed the top of the truck bed and stepped up on the rear tire and swung one leg over, then the other. He found his backpack and quickly unzipped it, pulling out night-vision goggles and a rope, then placed them beside his feet. He proceeded to move aside a bottle of industrial-strength super glue and the glass jar holding his tarantula, Barf. Finally, at the bottom of the bag, was the taser he “borrowed” from Bastien’s desk, and he quickly took it out. Holding the electrical gun in front of his face and twisting it around menacingly, he said, “Okay, Mr. Skunk. Get ready for a shocking experience.”
“No!” Drake yelled into the phone at Neal, “You can’t borrow my binoculars. What the fuck are you gonna use those things for at a children’s museum anyway?”
“The … the …” the man scrambled for an answer, “those dinosaurs … yeah … the dinosaurs. They’re, like, really tall, ya know? I want to be able … to, uh … see their faces and stuff.”
“I call bullshit,” Drake bit back, “I won’t be an accomplice in your bone watching … dinosaur or small boy.” He resumed his pacing, wanting to get the conversation moving along. “Now listen, my sister and brother-in-law are in Texas, Lord Beaumont is on a book tour, and the guards are off duty until the royal family returns. You are going to come pick up this kid.”
“Oh! I would love to come pick him up. He’s under 10, correct?”
Drake could practically hear the creepy mirth oozing from the man's gruff voice and spat back, "I'll be with him the whole time, you oily ass, ambulance-driving … è piccola cagna!"
"What does that mean?"
Drake knitted his brows; he didn't really know, just that Nikolas called him that from time to time, and the word just kind of stuck with him. "Just ... just get here now!"
"Okay, okay! I'm coming."
The call ended. "God, I hope he meant that literally, and I didn't just get that fucko off." He slipped the phone into his pocket and turned to Nik. "Alright, listen up, assh ..." Drake stopped dead in his tracks and stood, stunned, at the first glimpse of a taser-wielding Nikolas with the gun aimed almost directly at him, with a tiny finger wrapped around the trigger.
"Wwwhatcha got there, boy?" Drake's voice sounded calm and friendly. He even managed to fake a genuine-looking smile. Inside, however, he was close to shitting his pants.
Nikolas licked his lips and closed one eye to find the perfect aim. "I'm about to fry that skunk with extreme vengeance. One ..."
"Nikolas, no! Give me the taser." Drake cautiously approached him with his hand held out.
"Two," the small but menacing voice continued the count.
"Nik, don't do it! Give it to me now!"
"Three.”
"Noooo!"
The piercing sound of Drake's shout startled the skunk, and it scurried out from the thick brush.
Nik jumped up with the taser. "Hey! Get back here, asshole." He aimed at the fleeing creature and pressed the trigger.
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The instant Drake's mocha-colored eyes fluttered open, an acrid mixture of what smelled like ass, sweat, rotten eggs, and his mother's hairy feet had bubbled up inside his nostrils. The aroma was slightly overshadowed by the 1200-volt prongs that had pierced just below the protruding vein in his neck, causing him to seize up and then drop like a rag doll to the dirt, and muck that littered the ground.
Close by, he could make out the discernible sound of footsteps crunching through foliage and bark and sloshing over wet earth.
Drake's cheek rested against the cold, soggy ground, even as the silhouette of the young prince crouched next to him with his little head tilted sideways and blinking owlishly. He saw the child's lips moving but blocked out the little shit until the feeling of electrocution and muscle spasms had waned.
Drake looked at the small face next to him that resembled his best friend at that age. Liam is a good man, Drake thought; he was a considerate child, too. We had fun together. We always had each other's backs and would do anything to protect the other, no matter the consequences. Liam wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s just the best all around. So … how in the actual ass fuck did he produce the spawn of Satan?
Is there any chance he’s ... Neal’s kid?
Maybe Riley ... No, fuck, no. She wouldn’t.
The sky transformed from a brilliant blue to one streaked with gold and orange hues before Drake shook himself of the aftershocks that sparked through his body.
The metal prongs left behind two bright red spots, resembling a large spider bite and stinging like hell when he pulled them out. A thick layer of mud had dried and clung to his back, while a fresh layer adhered to his front. The numbness in his limbs had dissipated somewhat, but the pins-and-needles feeling remained. He was grateful the back spray from the skunk missed him, but the remnants it left on the nearby trees were stifling.
At this point, the only thing Drake wanted was a hot shower, a clean change of clothes, and to get stupidly drunk to the point he would pass out in bed and sleep for days. He scanned the perimeter and could make out the crystal-blue lake through a small clearing in the trees about 100 yards away.
Removing his filthy shirt and tossing it in the back of the truck, he eyed Nikolas, who was surprisingly quiet and subdued. The child was sitting on the lowered tailgate, swinging his legs, and trying to force his tarantula to eat a dead cricket. Drake rolled his eyes but was relieved the kid was staying out of his hair for now. He just needed to take a quick dip in the water, change his clothes, and hurry back in time for their ride home. Nik would be fine by himself for 10 minutes.
Drake let out a sharp tongue whistle that caught Nikolas' attention. "Listen up, kid. I'm going down to the lake real quick to clean up and change into some clean clothes." He opened the driver's side door and reached across the seat to toss his cell phone and wallet in the glove box while he continued, "You and your spider get in here and lock the door until I come back."
Nik dropped Barf in the jar and slapped the holed lid on it. "It's not a spider, Drake. It's a tarantula. A tarantula," he corrected with emphasis as he slid down from the tailgate.
"I don't care if it's your grandma's bladder control protection, get your ass in the truck, and don't move until I get back."
Stepping up in front of Drake, Nikolas sneered at an annoyed Drake towering above him. "I'm telling her you said that. And why can't I go with you? I wanna go to the lake, too," he whined.
Drake nearly doubled over in fake laughter. "There ain't no damn way I'm taking you. For one, you've ruined my entire trip. The one good thing I had in my life to look forward to, and you ruined it! And two, I don't know what the rules are about grownups, and nakedness, and with kids around, and all that shit. So the answer is no."
Drake could tell by the beady little eyes glaring back at him that Nikolas would not give up on this. He let out a heavy sigh. "Look. Do what I tell you right now, and when I come back, I'll build a campfire, and we can make up some s’mores. How's that sound?"
“Okay.”
“Really?” Drake shook his head in astonishment that he actually won that argument. Without another word, he watched as His Royal Highness happily climbed into the cab of the truck and gave a thumbs up.
Did that taser kill me? I’m dead, right? He did it. Do you smell that, Cordonia? No, not that fucking rank ass skunk. It’s the smell of victory! Drake Walker is a god! I have the power back.
Grabbing his duffle bag from the back, Drake hurriedly made his way toward the lake. He felt a little on edge, leaving Nik by himself for even just ten minutes, maybe even somewhat guilty. But he was caked in mud from head to toe, and the grime was starting to seep and burrow around certain parts of his anatomy. Nothing was worse than having monkey ass.
Within minutes, Nikolas sat on his haunches and looked out the back glass. He hadn’t wanted to show it, but he did feel a little bad for shooting Drake to the point it drew blood. Also for causing him to crash his truck. And even though it was funny as hell to watch, the second slip in the mud was kind of brutal. Perhaps a little remorse was starting to set in as the words of his Uncle Drake telling him that he ruined the one thing he was looking forward to repeated in his head. Tomorrow he would return to normal, but Nik was determined to do something nice for a change for the rest of the evening.
With the quick snap of his little fingers, an idea formed, and it would be the perfect thing to make Drake feel better. Nik unlocked the door, grabbed his spider, and jumped out of the truck. He headed to the back and rummaged through the bags of camping items laid in piles until he found what he was looking for: a lighter and lighter fluid.
“I’ll make the bestest s'mores ever for Uncle Drake. That’ll make him happy.”
Nikolas had never built a campfire before, but he’d seen it done in a movie once, and that was good enough in his mind to practically make him an expert.
Feeling clean and refreshed, Drake dried off from his dip in the lake and put fresh clothes on. Making his way back to the site, he caught a glimpse of thick, black smoke protruding above the trees and the smell of burning rubber that traveled with the approaching evening breeze.
“Nikolas,” he muttered as his heart crashed into his stomach. He raced back as fast as he could, fearing the absolute worst thing had happened to the Prince of Cordonia. “I knew I shouldn’t have left him alone. Liam and Riley are going to kill me, and I would deserve it. I just hope he’s not …” he trailed off when the site came into full view. It was worse than he imagined.
His eyes searched frantically until relief washed over him when he caught his first glimpse of Nikolas sitting under a tree, eating, and seemingly unconcerned by the inferno that had lit up the dusky sky.
Drake rushed over to him and lifted him into his arms and held onto him tightly. “Are you okay, buddy?”
Nikolas chuckled, “I’m fine, Uncle Drake.”
He lowered him back on the ground and started patting him down, looking for burns or injuries.
Drake let out a sigh of relief. “How? How did this …” he turned to look at the fire, then raised his voice. “Wait! You caught my goddamn truck on fire?”
Nik followed his uncle's gaped-mouth stare to the truck engulfed in flames, then screwed up his face. "Yeah ... about that. I think I used too much of that lighter fluid stuff building a campfire. But I made you something." He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a s'more, licked the melted chocolate off the side, then proudly held it up to Drake. "The marshmallow is exactly the way you like it, too: completely charred."
Drake dropped his head into his palms and repeated a slew of curse words and sounds that were not even human. As badly as he wanted to destroy everything around him at that moment, to release a fit of anger the likes of which no one had ever seen in him before, it appeared Nikolas had beat him to it: There was nothing left around there to destroy.
He dropped his arms to his sides in defeat and looked to the heavens before surmising, “This is my punishment, isn’t it? I stole that taser from the guard as a kid and let Liam take the blame for it. I insisted Liam come with me in that boat during a storm, and he nearly drowned when it overturned. He got lost in the woods on my time. I pushed him too hard once during maze tag. I got stuck in that laundry chute all night, and Constantine took hide-and-seek away from him. This …” he motioned to Nikolas, who was smiling back at him with a big cheesy grin, “this is how he got me back for all of it. Well, you win, Liam! You win! I hope you are having one hell of a time in Paris, schmoozing and laughing your ass off, because I have nothing left in this world but this … hairy, lint-filled s’more with your son’s saliva all over it … and it’s not even toasted right!”
“I didn’t make it right?” Nikolas asked thoughtfully. “Hang on. I can make you another one.” He bent down, pulled out a marshmallow from the bag and rammed a mud-covered stick entirely through its center. Drake watched as Nik skipped over and held it next to the flames shooting out the window of his truck.
For several seconds, Drake contemplated whether he should just leave the child there and let nature take its course. Glaring back to the star-filled sky, he groaned, “You owe me big for this.”
Tugging Nik by his jacket hood to pull him away from the hot blaze, he startled the boy who then whipped around with the burning marshmallow and accidentally got it stuck to Drake’s shirt. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Ten minutes passed, and the two were on the dirt road heading back to the highway’s main stretch. After patting out the fire on his shirt, Drake planned to call the fire department to report the inferno taking place in the woods. He laughed wryly when he realized the phone was still in the glove box of his burning vehicle. And it appeared Neal’s skank ass wasn’t coming after all, so the pair would have to flag down someone and hope they actually stopped. Thankfully, Nikolas had his backpack on, and Drake used the night vision goggles to direct his way along the darkened path.
Hand in hand and approaching the main thoroughfare, Nik’s legs were starting to tire, and his droopy eyes looked up. “Uncle Drake, will you carry me?”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Pleeeeeeease,” Nikolas begged in a high-pitched squeal that grated Drake’s teeth.
Drake stopped with a huff and crouched down. “Get the fuck on my back,” he commanded, “you’ve burned and shot the front part of me, so your ass is gonna have to hold onto the back. And I swear to God, Nik, if you so much as drool on me, you can sleep in the woods with the wolves and bears and poodles. Understood?”
With a tired nod, Nik wrapped his little arms around Drake’s neck and held on. As they proceeded ahead, the prince asked, “Would you tell me a bedtime story?”
Drake grunted, “You wanna bedtime story? I’ll tell you a bedtime story. It’s an ol’ Bianca Walker original that she used to tell me every night called ‘Go the fuck to sleep!’ The end.”
Nikolas sleepily chuckled. “I already have that book, Uncle Drake. My dad’s secretary, Charlotte, gave it to me and told me to put it in my room. She said if my mom or dad found it, just to tell them you gave it to me.”
“Of course she did,” Drake scoffed, thinking about the other person who found pure delight in annoying him.
Through the night-vision goggles, the headlights of a random car could be seen driving by, and Drake let out a relieved breath, knowing they were so close.
The night couldn’t end that easily, though. A sudden sense of unease enveloped Drake, telling him that everything was not as it seemed. His steps quickened, and his heart pounded away in his chest.
Feeling like he was being followed, he turned on his heels, then widened his eyes.
A large brown bear let out a roar that echoed past them.
Drake shrugged his shoulders and muttered, “Yep. That’s about right.”
The survival training he’d learned from his Campers Anonymous group about bear encounters kicked in, and he completely stilled his body. That was until he heard, “BEEEEAAAR!” screamed over his shoulder and felt Nik’s body drop to the ground.
“Don’t move, Nikolas,” Drake ordered through a whisper.
It was too late; he was gone and headed toward the road.
Drake whirled around to see the bear on its hind legs, drumming its chest and licking its lips. “Shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Wait for me, Nik!” He took off running.
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Alyssa was headed back to Cordonia earlier in the night than she expected. With her hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel, she complained to her friend through the car's Bluetooth, “The guy showed up one hour late to our meeting spot, then drove through a McDonalds, asked if I wanted anything, proceeded to park behind a church and tell me he has condoms before the cops picked him up on a warrant! Worst. Date. Ever.”
Driving around a bend in the road, Alyssa slammed on the brakes when her headlights reflected off a small child darting into the road. As her tires screeched, she let out a deafening scream when a man came out of nowhere, followed immediately by a bear. The frantic man shoved the kid out of the way.
Though the brake pedal was pressed to the floor, the car collided with Drake, and his body flew onto the hood before falling feebly to the road.
The bear sniffed at Drake and batted him around a couple of times before taking off into the woods.
When Alyssa was sure it was safe to do so, she and a crying Nik both crouched around a moaning Drake.
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The following morning, Drake's eyes fluttered open. His vision was a little fuzzy, but he could make out a doctor hovering over him and a worried Liam standing with Nikolas at the foot of his bed. He tried to speak, wanting to know what happened, but was unable to open his mouth.
"Don't try to speak, Mr. Walker. Your jaw was wired shut to protect the small fracture you suffered from the car accident. You also broke both legs and sprained your neck. You have a long recovery ahead of you, but shouldn't need to spend any more time in the hospital. You’re a very lucky man. Now if you’ll excuse me, I will get the discharge papers and check to see if the ambulance transporting you to the palace has arrived. His Majesty has offered to allow you to recover in his home."
Drake took one look at a gleeful, bouncing Nikolas and shook his head as best as he could with a neck brace on and emphatically mumbled his indiscernible objections.
Liam chuckled, "Quit being so modest, Drake. I assure you it’s no trouble at all. Besides, it's the least I could do after you saved my son's life. And Nik here even offered to let you stay in his room to keep you company."
Nik nodded with a grin. “Yep. For the next eight to 12 weeks, it's just me and my Uncle Drake hanging out all day and night.”
Drake tried to escape from his bed but couldn’t move without use of his legs.
Liam walked around to the side of the bed and put his hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Look at you trying to protest. You never were one to accept charity. I told you, I’m more than happy to help. You deserve this and more.”
A knock at the door diverted their attention and a head popped in. “I’m here to transport Mr. Walker back to the palace, Your Majesty.”
“Perfect! And on such short notice too. So glad my secretary could arrange this ride,” Liam exclaimed. He glanced down at his injured friend in the bed and smiled. “You ready to go home, my friend?”
No! No! That’s fucking, Neal. He doesn’t even have a real ambulance. I’m not going. Somebody, anybody, heeeelp!
#Happy Birthday Anitah#2 weeks later#hahahahah#better late than never#drake walker#king liam#little shit#I'm so sorry this is ridiculous
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Hey can i request a dh master x reader fic x where the master accidentally hurts the reader or the reader is hurt (not necessarily by the master) and the master has to take care of her. fluff if possible
Hello! Thank you for the request! I made it a bit angsty, but I hope that you enjoy it!!! 💜
Please Don’t Leave Me
Dhawan!Master x Reader
Summary: The reader used to travel with The Doctor, but now travels with The Master. Though excited for their first adventure together, it doesn’t go as planned. Spiritual sequel to Kidnapping Dates.
Warnings: Slight wounds, violent outburst, character death
Word Count: 3565
“Now adventures with me are going to be different than those of The Doctor.” The Master circled the TARDIS console, plotting the desired course into the machine, manically waving a pointed finger around like someone trying to emphasise their argument when they know that they're losing.
“I thought you said that you were going to keep me out of your evil plans?” You bounded up to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and plopped your chin down upon his shoulder.
“I am, but that doesn’t mean that my old and new enemies can’t find me, and then, once they discover your existence and importance to me, slaughter you in front of my, probably, immobilized body and, by doing all of this, shatter my world and break my hearts for all eternity.” His voice was matter-of-fact, while he fiddled with the controls of the console, but you knew that he meant what he said. He still had trouble convincing him to be more vulnerable with you. You knew that he needed time to fully be comfortable, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy teasing him of his growing emotions.
“Awww, you really do care about me.” You turned your head to stare and smirk at him, nuzzling your nose into his cheek to try and cause a smile to break out on his face.
“Y/N this is important.” The Master’s face was deadly serious, immune to your charm at the moment, and you knew that he had the right to be, but the pressure of the truth was too much for you to handle. You needed the humor to cope to with the sheer amount of people that were following you and The Master around the universe with the intention of torture and killing.
“All we are doing today is seeing an alien art museum. Simple and easy. What could go wrong?!” You squeezed his sides reassuringly before heading to the door. He followed you slowly, his face looked pained. You wanted to bring him back to his giggy schoolboy like self, he was so happy and joyful to actually have you in his life. You had stayed in the TARDIS the entire time, the outside universe was never present in his mind. You were growing bored and pressured him to go on an adventure, he kept promising but then delaying when he would allow you to leave. You brought the real world back into your lives.
Evidently, a lot could go wrong. A group of The Master’s old foes had banded together to frame him for the robbery of the museum and whatever lives were lost during the incident. They forced all of the other visitors into a large room, surrounded by gunmen. They stated that they would kill a stranger each time The Master refused to do as they wished. The Master kept you safely behind him, when he boldly retorted to the group that he had no remorse for the strangers, and that they could do whatever they wished, and that he fully intended on leaving unscaved. You were confident in his statement, you knew that he had no remorse for them and you could feel his growing anger, worrying you that he might just kill everyone himself.
Suddenly, the leader of the group grew bored with the banter and raised a weapon in The Master’s direction. You screamed and flew out from behind him, pushing him out of the way. You were successful in your selfless act in saving The Master, but in the process, whatever spacey wacey weapon the leader of the group used, he managed to hit you. You crumbled to the ground, clutching your side. The Master quickly moved to you and inspected your wound. He was furious, but reassured you through gritted teeth that it was only a graze, nothing major compared to what it could be.
He turned his attention to the group, brandishing his TCE from his pocket using it to freeze them in place before any of them could combat his act. You tried to make a joke about how he was always adding new tricks and gadgets to that thing, but he silenced you to a harsh look. He forced you to your feet, easily lifting you, and he ordered you to lock yourself in the TARDIS. You were going to argue, but he, again, silenced you with a harsh look, causing you to stumble into his ship. Once inside, the TARDIS locked you inside for you, so you could just flop down onto a sofa and wait for The Master.
You waited longer than you thought you would. You knew that The Master was torturing and killing the individuals that hurt you. You were able to hear some random screams and cries for help, even though the TARDIS tried to silence most of the outside noise, but you didn’t need to hear their terrified voices to know what The Master was doing. You wished that he didn’t have to seek vengeance, but even with your love present, it was difficult for him to give up all of his questionable behaviours. You just hoped that he was only harming the group that tried to hurt the pair of you, and not the innocent strangers that just happened to visit the museum that day. Suddenly, ripping you from your thoughts, The Master burst into the TARDIS. He was covered in blood, some of it was already drying onto his skin and clothes, indicating that whatever he was doing took longer than you wished. He was distracted, but when he saw you sitting on the sofa, he began screaming, directing all of his anger toward you. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Master, I-” All you wanted to do was protect the person you loved, and you tried to explain yourself, but The Master quickly cut you off, walking toward the console.
“No! I dont want to hear whatever idiotic explanation a stupid Human like yourself could come up with!” He sighed and rested his hands on the console, his head falling between his shoulders. He was breathing heavy, you could hear it from the other side of the room. You could see him begin to tap his fingers in a four beat pattern. You just wish you could know what he was thinking. Suddenly he leaped forward to his desk, near the sofa you were still sitting on, and began throwing its contents wherever his hearts desired. You tried to calm him down, ignoring his comment at the moment, calling his name, then a mug went flying, landing at your feet. You shrieked and ran as fast as you could from the console room to your private bedroom. It hurt immensely, but you didn’t want to stay in that room with him throwing a fit like that. Once you reached your bedroom, letting your mind calm slightly, you realized that the TARDIS formed the fastest path for your benefit and you thanked her for that.
In the rush of adrenaline, you were unaware of the large gashes running up and down your right side until you reached up to wipe away your tears and you felt something warm smear across your face. You felt where the man from the museum had shot at you, the graze just below your left rib, but you didn’t feel the shards of the mug The Master had thrown at you sticking out of some places on your body until now.
You were too overwhelmed to really process anything, causing the events to swirl around your brain, building with intensity each time you remembered. You broke down crying, unable to take everything in, but you knew that you had to do something to help yourself. You struggled to get up, falling a couple of times. You eventually managed to stand properly, shock still rattling you, but you walked shakily to the en suite, using the wall for support the entire time.You searched the medicine cabinet for some Earth pain reliever you had brought with you. You found some space plasters and some healing ointment the TARDIS had placed in there. The Doctor had used one on you when you accidentally tripped and scraped your knee on a rock after a small adventure. You found the pain reliever, and took the proper dosage before laying out the plasters and ointment and a pair of fresh towels and pajamas on the bathroom sink. You thought that this was the best way to clear your mind.
You went back into your bedroom to retrieve a hair tie, but you soon lost your goal when your train of thought derailed but you saw The Master’s form haunting your open bedroom door. You jumped when you saw him, and in a shrieking tone, asked what he was doing in here. His face was wet with tears and his eyes were red. He was still covered in blood, but the sadness that was so palpable on him contrasted drastically to his menacing appearance.
“Let me help you. Please.” His hands were outstretched and pleading. It was difficult to process everything, causing you to shake your head. The Master only pleaded more vehemently, grabbing your arms to force you to look at him. He let go quickly when he saw the utter fear that consumed your eyes. He ghosted his hands up and down your arms and sides, resting his head where your neck connected with your shoulder. You could feel him mumbling into your skin, but you couldn’t hear him. He began kissing your neck but you violently jerked away. He was much stronger than you, so it was easy for him to keep you in his arms while he continued to mumble into your skin.
You heard some of his statements, something about how he wanted to help you and how he was sorry, but nothing he said computed. The Master kissed his way down your body until he was kneeling before you. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and hid his face in your stomach. You could feel him start to cry, his shaking body making it even more difficult for you to stand in your fragile state. You were so conflicted and overwhelmed by everything that occurred today that you hesitated interacting with him. The Master’s arms only tightened around you causing you to place one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hair, more so to stay balanced than to comfort him. The more you ran your fingers through his hair, however, the more he relaxed around you, planting soft kisses to your abdomen. He then rested his chin on your stomach to look up at you, speaking in a cracking voice that showed how much he had been crying before this moment, “Please, please, please, let me help you, Y/N. I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
“No, Master, you don’t want to be alone right now.” More tears fell from his eyes and he hid his face into your body because of your harsh comment. “But I will let you help me because I don’t know how to clean my wounds properly. You are going to have to work hard to earn my forgiveness, but I will give you a chance.” You tried to stay strong even though you were hurting more than you ever had before in your life. The Master slowly stood up, leaning on you for support even though you could barely stand yourself, the weight of the day quickly came crashing down on you. The Master tried to look at you in the eye, but you couldn’t keep contact, resorting to opening your arms, allowing him to hug you, instead.
You quickly moved to get another set of towels before turning on the shower, all the while not looking at The Master, who followed your every move. You hesitated again, unsure of how to act. You and The Master had been intimate before, in fact, the two of you spent the majority of your time before today in bed together, but seeing this new side of The Master first hand shocked you to your core. You wanted The Master’s love and help in this moment, but part of your mind only thought that seeing the wound the gang leader caused and gashes from The Master’s outburst would lead him into another anger filled outburst. The Master was wise to this, slowly walking toward you and pulling at your clothes.
“I’m not going to hurt you ever again. I just want you to be safe and healthy.” You nodded after processing his statement, allowing him to remove your top. It stung where your blood dried around some of your wounds. The Master delicately peeled your clothing off of you after you winced. You tried to cover yourself as best as possible while The Master removed his bloody clothes. The Master was bashful, too, hanging his head when he indicated that you should enter the shower first. The blood instantly began washing off of you, forming a river of red down the drain. The Master moved into the shower, causing the river of red to deepen in color. You moved to reach for the soap, but The Master stopped you, indicating that he wanted to do it for you. You let him do everything, he washed your hair, your body and face, paying special attention to the wounded areas. He washed the remainder of the blood off of his body while you brushed your teeth just to do something to ignore the silence.
The two of you stayed in the shower even after you were clean. You could feel The Master growing anxious, he wanted to say something, but you remained silent, facing the shower head. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your torso, softer in actions compared to when he first entered your room. With the shower hitting your face, and The Master’s body wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but start crying again.
“It’s okay. I’m here for you. I’m so sorry. I will never hurt you again.” The Master kept repeating those words like a mantra, trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to comfort you. He placed pressured kisses to your shoulders as he massaged the sides of your body and hips. Eventually he rested his head between your shoulder blades and stilled his arms tightly around your stomach. The two of you stayed like this, completely silent, until the water grew cold. You knew that this was the TARDIS urging you to exit the shower and actually talk about what happened.
The Master exited the shower first, drying off and wrapping a towel around his waist. He held the other towel open so he could wrap it around you. You stepped into his arms as he dried you off before fixing the towel in its place around your chest. He led you to your desk, helping you up to sit on it before he returned to the bathroom to retrieve the healing ointment and plasters. He sat at your desk chair and insected your wounds more closely.
You couldn’t look at him as he patched you up. You saw from the corner of your eye how he would glance up at you and maneuver his head to try and look into your eyes. You didn’t see the sadness written on his face, however, whenever you would avoid his gaze. Eventually, he finished applying the ointment and plasters to your skin. The Master said that he would need to remove them in a couple of minutes, if he left them on too long, it would increase the amount of scar tissue created.
“Can we talk about what happened?” His voice was so quiet and soft, if you had never met him before, you would never think that this person sitting before you was a murderer. But then you remembered the events of today, how the man you loved went from a loving, domestic, partner to vicious, vengeful, murderer.
“I don’t want to.” You tried to shrink into the towel and into yourself.
“I think that we should, Y/N.”
“I know that we should, Master, but I don’t want to.” You ventured to look up at him, which only hurt your heart more. His lips were parted and his eyes were trying to stop tears from falling down his face. He looked so normal, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair drying naturally and messily, with a slight curl appearing in the longer strands.
You sighed before speaking “I just wanted to help you.”
“I was holding my TCE in my pocket the entire time, I was just waiting for the right moment to use it.”
“He was going to shoot you.”
“I-I” he shook his head, letting it drop between his shoulders, “I told you that my life was dangerous. This is exactly what I wanted to protect you from.”
“Well, it happened, so we just have to deal with it now.” You looked off toward the clock by your bedside. The Master followed your gaze, he realized that he left the spacey wacey plasters on too long. He cursed under his breath before quickly removing them from your wounds. Once they were all gone, he ran his fingers over some of the previous gashes, they scarred more than he wished. He cursed again, moving to look at some of the other scars, but you drew your towel up around your body, preventing The Master’s search.
The Master sighed at your still frigid demeanor, but hoped that you would open up to him. “Can we move to our room?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Can we stay here then? It will be a bit different, but if you are more comfortable here...”
“Well, I’m obviously going to be staying here. I don’t know about you.” You got up from your seat on the table and packed up the medical supplies, ripping some from The Master’s hands, before going to the bathroom to put on your pajamas. You exited the bathroom, harshly flipping off the light, and climbed into your side of the bed, purposely making sure that you were cocooned within the blankets and facing in the opposite direction of The Master. You couldn’t go to sleep, but you kept your eyes closed. Eventually you heard The Master get up from the chair and quietly exit your room, closing the door silently so as not to wake you. Once you heard him leave, you burst into tears again. You didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay with you. You wanted him to hold you. But you were still very angry and scared. You loved him, but you were scared that his actions and your subsequent reactions might cause The Master to ask you to leave.
You heard your door reopen and you tried to stop your tears, but you were unsuccessful. The Master climbed into the other side of the bed and hesitantly moved to rest his head on your back like his did in the shower.
“Where did you go?”
“To my room to change into pajamas.”
“I was afraid that you would take me home.” The Master’s arms tightened around you.
“Do you want to go home?”
“No!” You said your response rather quickly and loudly compared to the previously quiet conversations, you continued with a more reasonable tone. “How are we going to work through this, Master? You said that you would never hurt me.”
“I know.”
“So why did you?” You cried harder at your own question.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me. I waited so long to hold you, to actually experience your love. You can’t leave me now. We can make it through this, Y/N.”
“I can leave whenever I want to.”
“But I’m pleading for you to not leave me. You said that you didn’t want to leave. I promise that we can figure this out!” He was rambling now, his hold on you growing tighter and tighter. You struggled but managed to rip his arms from you. You turned to face him before he could grab hold of you again. You saw how red his eyes were, and you brought your hands up to hold his face, rubbing circles on his cheeks.
“We can make it past this right?” You placed your forehead against his and he wrapped his arms around you again.
“As long as we both want to work it out, I believe that we can make it past this.” You nodded and brushed your nose against his. He cracked a small smile and leant in to kiss you. It was a soft, small kiss. You could sense how tentatively The Master was acting, the full weight of how random his actions had been today, constantly flipping between soft regret and possessive love. You ended the kiss, but placed a soft kiss to his cheek before readjusting your bodies so you were laying on The Master’s chest, giving him access to hold you comfortably throughout the night. The two of you eventually fell asleep, happy to get some rest after the trying day, choosing to focus on your love for each other and not your differences in character.
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Day 29 - Hate Sex (Sam/Bucky/Peter)
Y’all I won’t lie, I was really nervous to post this one because of all the issues I had Monday. But here I am. If anyone feels the need to harass me again, just block ship tags so that you won’t see this. I like writing and I know my writing isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But I’m going to keep doing it as long as it makes me happy. And if you don’t like that, go fuck yourself. Thank you. I hope everyone enjoys 🧡
Warnings: implied hate sex, borderline bullying, sexual tension, fighting, some dominant Peter sprinkled in there
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It was absolutely no secret to anyone on the team that they all didn’t get along.
Steve and Tony still fought occasionally, Wanda had the occasional beef with Clint, And Natasha and Carol didn’t always see eye to eye. They weren’t all going to get along all of the time, it was just the nature of being humans. Or superhumans.
But no one was worse than Sam and Bucky against Peter.
Sam and Bucky had initially had their differences, fought a bit. Then they determined that they had a bit in common. Slowly started tolerating each other. Then a bit more admiration than toleration.
Then they discovered their mutual distaste for Spider-Man.
Ever since the airport fight, they just couldn’t quite seem to forgive him. And that had been years ago!
But Peter always managed to get on their nerves.
Sometimes it all seemed like harmless teasing. Making fun of Peter for being the youngest on the team, telling him he wasn’t allowed to sit at the ‘adults table’ when they all ate together.
But other times it was more serious. A broken nose during sparring from Peter being a bit too enthusiastic, leading to a screaming match that had to be broken up by at least two people.
They were constantly pissing each other off.
Although...they would deny if asked, but there was definitely some kind of attraction there too. Building in the tension.
But it’s not like they would do anything about that.
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“Where the- Steve?” Bucky called, metal fingers tapping on the counter. They made a sharp sound, but he paid no mind to it.
Sam ducked his head into the kitchen at the call, eyebrow raised. “Cap one point oh is out. What do you need?” He joked. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.
Bucky groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of course he is. Of course. I needed to ask him about the mission he was...talking to...me about....” his words slowly got slower and trailed off as he watched Peter crawling on the outside of the glass window.
He was in the suit, assumedly coming back from some sort of patrol or little mission that Tony sent him on.
Because, as he was often teased about, he didn’t really seem ready for the big leagues. He was still a small time hero, helping old ladies cross the street and cute things like that.
Bucky watched as he crawled in, rolling his eyes. “The pest is back,” he mumbled under his breath, beckoning for Sam to come closer. “Wanna fuck with him?”
“Always,” the other man answered, dark eyes glinting mischievously.
So he stepped to where Bucky was, leaning in close as the soldier attempted to whisper his plan in as low a voice as possible so that Peter wouldn’t hear.
Except it didn’t exactly work out as planned.
“If I hear my name coming out of your mouths one more time when I’m not in the room, I swear-“ Peter shouted from the next room. The irritation was clear in his voice.
“Then come in here and we’ll say it to your face,” Bucky called back. Clearly a challenge.
Peter huffed, walking into the room and yanking his mask off. His hair was a mess, fluffy in some spots and flattened in others from the mask. His cheeks were red; likely from his swinging around and his clear annoyance at the other men. “What? What do you want?”
Sam snickered, covering his mouth. “Hey, calm down. So pissy for no reason, you just got here.”
The younger man stared at him, eyes narrowed. “You’d be ‘pissy’ too if your backup that was supposed to come was nowhere to be seen and I got back and he was making fun of me. So yeah, go ahead. Talk all you want. I could-“
“What, princess? You could what?” Bucky drawled. But he was confused. Was he supposed to be backup? He hadn’t heard anything about it.
Peter bit the inside of his cheek, taking a deep breath to try and calm down. Mentally count to ten like May taught him. He didn’t need to start a fight.
Sam watched, glancing to Bucky. “Anyways, what was that about backup? Was it him or me? ‘Cause neither of us were supposed to be doing anything today. And none of our stuff is really on...your level.”
Bucky was strangely silent, making a face as he listened. He was supposed to be somewhere. But he figured it would be alone. And Steve hadn’t been around to give him any more details.
“What? Suddenly remembering that, oh yeah, you were supposed to be somewhere today?” Peter snarked. “I know Mr. Rogers told you about it. He assured me I’d have backup if I needed it. And guess what? I needed it. And you weren’t there!”
Sam watched the argument curiously, leaning against the counter. He watched how Peter stepped closer until he was right in Bucky’s face. That wouldn’t go well. He suddenly wished he had some popcorn.
“Look, kid, Steve never finished briefing me, okay? I didn’t know that was supposed to be today. So don’t yell at me-“
“Dont tell me to stop yelling. Don’t. I will kick your ass if you even try to tell me to.” Peter stared him down, breathing hard.
Bucky was suddenly aware of how close they were. Too close. So close that he could make out individual freckles on the younger man’s face.
“Fine. Then kick my ass. Do as you please. Because you’re going to stop fucking yelling at me.”
Peter looked pissed. “I could take you. Have before. Both of you,” he snapped. “You act all big and tough and you think it’s hilarious to make fun of me but you always forget who actually wins in a fight.”
The corners of Sam’s lips twitched up into a grin as he listened. “Oh, you’ve taken us, have you? I don’t think you’ve taken us in the way that it really matters. Because there’s no way you could win anything like that.”
The fury slowly melted off of Peter’s face and he was left embarrassed and confused. “Wha-“
Bucky was still almost nose to nose with him, not backing down. But he heard what Sam said. “He’s right. You act all big, talk big, but I’ll bet you’d just melt if you actually tried to take us,” he teased.
Peter’s cheeks burned. “I wasn’t- that’s not what I was-“ then his anger seemed to surge again and he grabbed Bucky by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down into a (literally) bruising kiss.
It was rough and lacked any sort of actual passion. But they were both still breathless by the end of it.
When Peter pulled away, he turned his eyes to Sam. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this.” He let go of Bucky and walked to the other man, ignoring how he smirked at him. “You both want to act like I’m a child? Act like I can’t do anything? Then turn around and imply I couldn’t take both of you sexually?”
He pressed a forceful hand to Sam’s chest and pushed him back against the counter, ignoring the laugh he got. “Dont.” He warned. “You two think it’s funny. Well, I don’t. I’ll show you. And we’re playing by my rules.”
And hey, if Bucky was left breathless and hard by just the kiss, and Sam was definitely getting interested by the show of force, who would be there to confirm it?
Because it wasn’t like things would change. It was a one time thing.
Peter just wanted to prove himself.
And if he had to prove himself to them a few more times...who would have to know?
#bri speaks#my writing#bri does kinktober#kinktober with bri#kinktober 2020#sambuckypeter#winterfalconspider#?#is that a thing?#it’s a thing now I suppose#not tagging characters this time lest I get attacked again. so. I’m sorry
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Jake Reviews Stuff: Star Vs: Friendenemies
Happy pride all. I’m getting ahead of this one for a number of reasons:
1) It’s pride month and this episode is one of the most shiptastic things i’ve seen with two male characters since Robochris from bravest warriors. I mean it dosen’t quite reach “Creating a skull robot of your best friend because he won’t touch you a lot to make him jealous enough to do that” levels of romantic tension but it tries.
2) My good friend @jess-the-vampire is a tomco shipper, and with things being rough for her I figure she could use this sooner rather than later.
3) Shows are actually coming back with Amphibia emerging from it’s year long odinsleep the same week Close Enough finally escapes from it’s dumpster after 10,000 years to conquer earth before it gets put back in there then escapes again and marries lord zedd.. I lost the metaphor the point is I want to keep Tom train, and other star arcs I have planned, moving at a steady clip.
So with all of that yeah, i’m ready to go. No real exposition to dump again, come on let’s go after the cut!
We open with Marco at his laptop nervous about something and Star coming into his room tangled in christmas lights... so normal day at Casa Diaz.
Anyways Marco can’t help star out of her latest self made prison because he’s preording tickets to a Mackie Hand Film Festival. Mackie Hand is Marco’s faviorite martial artist and movie star, who died performing a stunt on himself.. accidentally.. did he give himself a death punch? Is this the same universe as regular show.. please say yes.
Anyway as is natural for Marco in the first two seasons as god apparently hates him, the tickets sell out instantly and he dosen’t get them, banging his head against his laptop as Star TRIES to comfort him , saying he might still be able to get them. Marco also says “Good things don’t happen to me”
I mean just look at Season 3. Anyways tom comes in licking a rainbow snowcone for no explained reason other than they wanted to make it obvious this was the Tomco episode. Tom asks to hang out and after Star, understandably at this point given you know, the horrible date where he tried to murder her best friend and the gaslighting a few weeks back, tells him a million times no, Tom explains he’s not here for her.. he’s here for Marco.
Marco, given tom’s threatned to kill him twice now and tried to at least once, isn’t biting. Tom naturally has tickets to the festival as a trump card, and assumes that time he kidnapped marco and played him in ping pong for his freedom counts as a friend hang out, and geuinely apologizes for his behavior promising not to get angry. Really while as you probalby know we DO get the reveal later he was partly doing this whole thing to finish his anger managment... I do get the sense this apology, and a lot of this is GENUINE. We’ll get more into the why in a bit, but he does seem to genuinely want to bury the hatchet.
Marco pulls star aside and, given the last two times he saw Tom, the boy had some horrible scheme up his ripped sleeves, he understandably, and as it turns out correctly, thinks Tom is once again up to some sort of scheme, star is fully on board. I have. mixed feelings about this. On the one hand STar did forgive tom for the previous episodes mess and Ponyhead for much worse and it does set up the tiny plot curnel of corn that would grow into an entire corn field of her still having some friendly feelings toward tom. But it just feels weird, even with how cahotic star can be to have her flip flop from “Stop calling me” To “You should totlaly go on a date with the guy who harassed me and tried to kill you twice now. “. Especially since next time she has an episode with Tom, She’s fully resentful of him and a bit snarky and spends and episode, in part thanks to aformentioned magical severed ponyhead, suspicious of him playing games with her head again. We’ll get there soon obviously, i’m just saying it feels mildly off.
So Marco decides, much like bart simpson that getting where he’s going’s worth it even if he has to ride with the devil himself and reluctantly agrees. We see the inside of Tom’s carriage for the first time, and see my good personal friend dead horse again on the outside, and it’s really nice.. lit by torches because mood lighting, but similar to his room it’s plushly decorated and even has two serious speakers and according to Tom 6 flatscreens. Damn I wish I had one of those.. that and I wouldn’t have to drive since I can’t due to my anxiety. Plus who wouldn’t want a firey horse skelton sidekick?
Anyways Tom offers Marco cold cereal and Marco is frank with tom, pointing out he’s suddenly being nice to Marco after never being nice to him before and understandably isn’t sure he’s even a mackie hand fan but a bit of banter and trivia shows Marco that no, Tom really seems to be telling the truth.
Tom then confides in marco that he gets why Marco didn’t belivie him: Most people dont’ get past their preconcived perceptions of him. And here the series does flesh tom out a bit: Tom admits to not having many friends.. which frames the previous two episodes in a diffrent light. Sure his actions to Star are still very much not okay... but you at least see WHY he was so obessive about her: She was probably the first real friend he had that wasn’t a casual aquantince, his own family member, or a pet. Most Mewman kids his age probably weren’t too keen to hang out with what to them was a monster, rich or not, little raicst shits. And in the underworld most people probably just did whatever he asked because they were afraid of his temper or his parents fury, even if his parents are the nicest people in the underworld. So when he lost her, Tom didn’t know how to properly react and while his first attempt to win star back was genuine, it was marred by his refusal to adress his anger or control issues that likely lead to Star dumping him in the first place. While Star’s forgivness HERE is a bit werid, her willingness to give him another shot wasn’t: Tom was SEEMINGLY genuinely trying. He was in therapy, he’d been anger free for several days and most glowingly, when a stranger karate chopped his hand off in a misguided attempt to protect star.. he got upset but instnatlly went into his coping mechanisms.
The problem was as I covered in that review.. Tom didn’t WANT to change. That’s the thing about changing: you need to both know there is a problem and WANT to fix it. And even then, as we’ll see sometimes i’ts hard. I know, i’ve had my own personal issues i’ve had to change up as years went on. It’s a slippery slope you have to constnatly climb up. And BMB era tom.. just didn’t WANT to change he just wanted to do what he thought star wanted that would get her to take him back, and couldn’t understnad why she wouldn’t just listen to him and obey, two things not in star’s vocabulary for anyone much less her ex.
So , much like I did, rather than blame himself for screwing things up, he just saw it as Marco being in the way and tried to fix that. And so he sunk to rock bottom.. but it didn’t fix their relationship and it took Marco having an honest conversation, as someone who was also very close to her and knew her well, to get him to see that Star wasn’t going to take him back unless she wanted it.. what he was doing was selfish and self destructive.. and Tom probably realized in that moment he had to stop. He let her go, and thus as I put al ot of emphasis on last time, made his first step to being better.
And to me that’s why this makes sense as his next step: While it’s partly to fufill a checklist... you get the sense he really DOES like marco on some level. They hung out, which I do feel tom did genuinely feel was like friends hanging out instead of you know the second highest stakes game of ping pong i’ve ever seen.
The first if your curious. So while part of this is Tom just wanting to get through anger managment for likely his parent’s sake, part of it is also him genuinely wanting to be somebody’s buddy, anybody but a bumbling butler. It’s just being Tom, he dosen’t know HOW to make friends or get them to see past who he is surface wise; a spoiled angry boy and see the inside, a nice kid who just has no idea how to talk to people beyond a surface level or understand them and we’ll see that more both in this episode and as we go.
Speaking of going back in the episode proper, two bros drive up and insult Tom’s carriage also wondering if he’s going to his grandpa’s funeral. Fuck you both.. both on general principal and becaause his grandpapapapapapaaaaaaaaaaaa is alive and magnificent.
Satan bless you Relicor. Anyways, Tom is naturally pissed at this and Marco challenges them to a race.. but eases tom off actually following them as, since this isn’t a fast and the furious movie, the police immidelty arest them and we get the blessed image above. Let’s see that again.
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Not right but it’ll have to do I fear what may happen if I try again.
ONE BALLON DICK GIRAFFE LATER, our boys are on a high, as Tom finds there are things more fun than obletarating people. #tomhaskilledmultiplepeopleandisstillthebestboy. Marco is reminded of a song from his faviorite band Love Sentence, and Tom, suprisingy given his My Chemical Romance with a splash of metal astetic, is not only a huge fan but has a giant Helga Patiaki esque shrine to them complete with a cd player with shuffle. Fancy.
We then get a wonderful, shiptastic montage of the two just hanging out, hanging out with a white tiger. Having themselves a party. And given the song itself, sung by 98 Degrees and horrible realtiy show Newleywed’s alumnus Nick Lachey, even says “we used to be enimies but now we have chemistry” yeah I think this is intentional and they are a good ship. Are they my prefered ships for the characters? No tha’ts kelly and flame princess... the last one was recent and I love a good crossover ship sue me. But I do headcanon both as still Bi and still find the ship great, it’s just not my main one.
However the good times can’t last as it is film time... but Tom refuses to let marco leave befor eblowing his top off... dude that’s not how you build a suppportive relationship, you know this by now. Turns out the white tiger I haven’t mentioned to now is actually Brian, vocied my boy Stephen Root who apparently just.. lives at DIsney’s animation studios now as he has a tendency to show up in every other animated disney show. You may know him from Gravity Falls as Bud Gleeful, THe Mayor from Amphibia, or , in non disney voice work, Bill Dautrive. Turns out as I haven’t even tried to hide, Tom was in the final stage of his anger managment class and to get out of it had had to spend 3 hours with the person he hated most. As I said I do think part of it was GENUINE on tom’s part, that he was trying to be what he thought friends were... it’s just he didn’t get that Marco, if grumblinignly, probably STILL would’ve agreed if he were honest.
However.. it’s still a step up. While i’ts still a scheme, and his LAST on the show.. it’s more benign after the last two; Instead of being harmful his scheme this time is just “Bribe my worst enemy into hanging out with me and get out of anger managment” it’s still not quite right, but compared to the things he’s done with star, it’s an improvment and a sign he is changing despite himself. He could’ve just kidnapped marco again and forced him to spend the three hours.. granted this might’ve just been Brian saying, obviously no tha tdosen’t count, but still, instead he tried being nice and giving an apology. Even if it was for personal gain on some level, Marco’s words clearly got to him and he’s now trying genuinely unselfish tactics. It’s also notable since he spent the three hours with marco, and at least half an hour of awkarndess before it got all fun, WITHOUT getting angry or falling back on old stratgies and only beefing it at the end because, as i’ve established, he dosen’t get people.
So naturally tom gets mad.. while it is a sign he’s getting better he dosen’t do his trademark horrifying demonic EXPLOSION of rage... he’s still being petulant and sore over his failure is mad at marco for pritoritzing the tickets nad destroys them. Marco naturally calls him out, angry over him manipulating him to get some badge , as he puts it, calls him a jerk and a liar, accurate and the worst part to marco?
“I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO FALL FOR IT”
Credit where it’s due while I may not LIKE adam mcarthur as a person...as a voice actor he is excellent and his delivery here is perfect as you do get the pain in Marco’s voice as he genuinely ahd grown to care for tom. Wethere it was friendship or wanting to make out... probably wanting to make out, you get the pain in his voice. Tom admits the love sentence hting wasn’t a lie.. but too little too late.. whcih is marco’s second faviorite love sentence song and leads to another moment of shippy goodness. Seriously I see why this ship exploded in popularity after this. Also I will say both Adam and Rider have damn pretty voices.
So Tom does what any romantic lead faced with a third act breakup would do.. say a demonic chant and bring Mackie Hand back from the dead. This is also the first time we see just how fucking powerful tom is. Before we’ve seen him summon his carriage and immolate some stuff and easily reattach a hand.. but this is the first time that we see he’s every pit as powerful as star, who probably could raise the dead she just dosen’t want to. Granted I don’t know why this sort of undead stuff hasn’t been used on say, Moons assitnated mother, but presumibly anti-monster stigma combined with the fact that we don’t know HOW she died or how much was left, and are probably better off that way solve that. It goes a long way to explain why Tom’s family are allies instead of the conquered like most monsters: They have equal , if far diffrent and spookier, magic power and are the only kingdom with this trump card besides the butterfly kingdom.
So as we close Marco tries to use Mackie to get in, the usher dosen’t buy it and a fight insues, but Marco and Tom patch things up, Tom becoming a fan of Mackie now he’s seen what the guy can do and Marco forgiving tom since, evne if his actions were still a bit greasy, he immidetly did his best to try and fix what he broke. The two are friends again despite them both saying they hate each other... but they clearly mean it playfully. The End.
Final Thoughts:
After the Slog that was last episode this one is a fan faviorite for a reason... well okay 2 reasons. One...
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And two.. it’s excellent. I feel bad it took me years to see this one, but it’s one of season 2′s finest. It’s funny, has great character stuff for both boys, introduces a new ship that’s fantastic and a great new dynamic between Tom and Marco that would carry for the rest of the show. It also beliviebly advances Tom’s character arc: He’s TRYING a bit but he’s still got a bit of the scheming and selfishness that defined his earlier outings, but it’s telling that after this episode, and hurting marco, he stops. This episode REALLY gets him to change that and for the better.
Sadly Tom would only make one more apperance this season in Naysaya, an episode I will cover when I cover Jackie and Marco at some point, but has him show up for a cameo when it turns out the episodes antagonist, a curse that takes the form of a sentient head that spills the target’s worst secrets and insecurities when they try to ask someone they like out, is Tom’s fault from back when he was a baddie, and Tom genuinely apologizes and tells him how to vanquish it, if ribs marco a bit since he cast that curse presumibly sometime between BMB and MCC and is delighed and suprised that Marco seriously hadn’t asked anyone out in that time. But it’s a nice bit that shows their not only still friends but Tom is genuinely sorry for some of his earlier behavior. We’ll see more of that as we go and more of tom trying to be better.. he’s made up with Marco, next time we come back to tomtrospective, we’ll see how it goes with Star.
Coming up besides the obvious, as Pride Winds down I’ll have my first steven unvierse coverage, one of the first openly gay couples in western animation, and some asexula pride as we take our first look at Bojack Horseman..’s loveable rommate todd. Until we meet again, stay safe, black lives matter and later days.
#star vs the forces of evil#tomco#marco diaz#tom lucitor#tomtrospective#freindenmies#brian#star butterfly#98 degrees#newlyweeds#love sentence#mackie hand#martial arts#pride month#lbgtq+
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You Left Me
You held your breath as you saw him. He hasn’t changed, not even a little bit. It took Jay longer to recognize you, he was too preoccupied with the case in his mind to piece together. But the minute that your eyes landed on his eyes, Jay was back in high school.
“Hi, y/n I’m sorry about this, but I was wondering if you saw anything last night?” You were too dazed to even say anything. You couldn’t break eye contact even if you wanted to. Upton looked between you and Jay since both of you remained frozen. “Y/n,” you looked away, watching the detective.
“I’m sorry, uhm I wasn’t home last night, I actually came home a few hours ago,” you couldn’t look at him anymore, because you know you would cry.
“Oh I’m sorry to bother,” Upton grabbed Jay, walking away. You closed the door behind them, leaning against the door, letting the tears fall out.
———
You were making dinner when you heard the knock on the door. You turned off the kitchen stove, before walking to the door. As you opened the door, you saw Jay waiting on the other side.
“Jay,” you murmured.
“Y/n,” he answered back. You felt like you were 17 all over again, with the butterflies every time he said your name. But you also remembered the pain he brought to you on your graduation day, the day before he got shipped out.
“Please leave,” you asked of him. The more you thought of him, the more your heart hurt.
“Please, I just want to talk,” you knew you should let him talk, but your anger told you otherwise.
“You lost your right to ever talk to me again when we were 18,” you said. Your hand was clutching to the doorknob but Jay wouldn’t budge.
“Y/n I’m sorry but I didn’t want you getting hurt,” he said, making you snort.
“So you hurt me to prevent me from getting hurt?” you questioned him.
“I didn’t know,” his words angered you more.
“Didn’t know what that I was in love with you for the two years we were together,” You yelled. “We made a promise together that we would stick by each other and you broke it,” You tears swelled up.
That last night came flooding back into your memories.
You both just graduated and you had convinced your parents to sleep over Jays that night. You were cuddling in his bed, watching some dumb movie. Jay was off that night, he didn’t kiss you when you came inside but gave you a hug and every time you shuffled yourself closer to him, he would slowly pull away. You leaned in for a kiss, slowly straddling him.
“Babe I’m not in the mood tonight,” he asked of you. You understood that sometimes people aren’t feeling the best but something was different this time.
“Jay this is the last night I’m seeing you before you leave, and I can’t even get a kiss?” He sighed, grabbing your hands who were on his cheeks.
“I have to talk to you,” You got off of him, sitting to be next to him.
“Anything,” You rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him.
“I’m leaving and I don’t know when ill be back if ill be back, I might die,” you hated when Jay got this way, you knew he wanted to be in the army
“Baby don’t say that, remember I’m here with you through everything,”
“I dont want you too, go have a life, be with someone who can make you happy who will be with you every day,”
“Jay what are you trying to say,”
“I want to break up,” wait what. You got up from the bed looking down at the floor. “I still care about you but you have to move on,”
“You’re quitting on me,”
“Y/n,” You walked away leaving his apartment for the last time in 11 years.
“I was just trying to protect you,”
“Awesome protection Jay, "Ricky came running to you, paint in his hands.
"Mom have you seen my other paintbrushes,”
“Ricky please don’t make a mess, they’re in the drawer next to the kitchen. He looked to Jay before heading back to the kitchen. Jay watched as Ricky walked away turning to you.
"How old is he?” You tried closing the door, being stopped by Jays hand. “Y/n how old is he,”
“He’s 10,” You knew he’d figure it out sooner or later. He had his father’s eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?
"Because you left me,” you hushed. “You thought about yourself and I could never forgive you for that,”
“But he’s my kid,”
“And you think I didn’t try telling you!” “Why do you think I called the first few months and you didn’t answer. If you didn’t care about me why would you care about him.”
“It wasn’t like that” Jay tried apologizing. He remembered coming back and searching for you but you were gone. “when I got back, I looked for you but you disappeared,”
“Sorry if I was too embarrassed to stay in that town,” you muttered.
“Please I want to apologize to you,”
“you can apologize but its gonna take some time to forgive,” Jay nodded, giving up on putting you through any more pain. he apologized one more time before turning around to leave you alone Even though you were in pain, something was stopping you from letting him walk away again. “Jay,”
He turned around, seeing his eyes red already. “I work tonight and my babysitter can't watch Ricky,” You knew for you it would take time but now that Jay knew, you didn’t want to be the bad guy and hold him away from his own son.
“I can do it,” You nodded telling him the time you had to go to work before closing the door.
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You opened the door to the apartment turning on the hallway light. You heard the small sound of the tv playing in the background but everything else was complete silence. You followed the sound, walking into your living room.
You smiled at the view, Jay was asleep on the couch with Ricky sleeping peacefully on his lap. You gently picked Ricky up, taking him to his bedroom before putting him into his bed, pushing a stray hair away from his face, before kissing him on the forehead. He always looked more like his father every day and now that you saw him today, you wouldn’t know how you’ll manage but Ricky was the best thing to happen in your life. You mumbled I love you before closing the door behind you.
You were exhausted from work that you didn’t even bother waking up Jay, you just went straight to your bathroom to wash your face.
You were anxious at the doctor’s office. The doctor had said it was only gonna take a minute but you felt like its been an hour. It had been already a month since Jay had shipped out, at first you thought the morning vomits were from the stress of the breakup or from university but one morning you woke up and you just felt different. You didn’t want to admit so you booked a doctor’s appointment behind your parents back.
The doctor came inside holding what you can assume was your file. He said hello to you before looking through your file. “well y/n your HCG levels are high,”
“Doc what does that mean,”
“youre pregnant,” Your mouth went dry. You felt the ground swaying, making you grasp on to the table to hold you steady. “if you want I can talk to you about the processes of abortion or adoption,” You shook your head, inviting more tears.
“No… I’m keeping the baby,” You touched your stomach, promising the baby and yourself, that no matter what happens you’d never quit on this baby.
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Once you finished brushing your teeth, you went to your bedroom, changing into your Pj’s. You opened the last drawer in your nightstand, pulling out a metal box. You kept this box in case Ricky ever had any questions but you always tried to not look inside because it always brought you bad memories.
You picked up the first picture of Ricky’s ultrasound. The next picture was a picture of Jay and you under a tree that a friend took of you too. The last one was a picture of you and Ricky in your arms.
You didn’t even notice you were crying until you noticed the teardrops on the photo. You put the pictures back in the box, sitting down on the floor, weeping into your arms. You felt drained that when you felt his arms wrapping around you, you didn’t try fighting it. You let yourself be pulled in to Jay’s chest, allowing the tears to fall on him.
“Y/N I’m so sorry,” He whispered into your hair, holding on to your shaking body. You two stayed in that position for who knows how long, you just knew that Jay was gonna stay there all night if you needed him there. He told himself he’d never leave you again.
“I’m sorry,” You wiped the tears, slowly getting up. He followed, sitting down on your bed.
“I just have one question,” He asked with caution. He didn’t want you to break down again. When you nodded your head he continued. “Why did you leave?”
“My family wanted to continue the perfect life and an 18-year-old single daughter in college didn’t necessarily fit that plan,” you sat down next to him, putting your head against his shoulder. “I got kicked out, couldn’t afford my own place so I stayed with friends until I got back onto my feet,“
“I tried calling you but soon gave up on that, so I started working full time so I dropped out college,” Jay placed his hand on top of yours, caressing it with his thumb. Jay remembered the days you called. He wanted to answer the phone and hear your voice but his brain told him to let you go and not lead you on. He was being an asshole now that he thought back on it now.
You were done crying for the night but that didn’t stop your throat from drying up with each word. “ I’ve worked my ass off to make sure Ricky got everything he wanted and I dont regret that,”
“I’m a huge asshole,” You agreed with him making both of you laugh. “I know its gonna take some time, but I want to be there for you and for Ricky,” You nodded giving him a hug.
Jay guided you to your bed pulling you under the covers. He was on his way out when you stopped him.
“Jay,” He turned around, looking down at you. “I haven’t forgiven you but can you sleep with me tonight,” You dont know why but you had a feeling it would be a sleepless night without Jay. He went under the covers with you slowly pushing you against him, putting his arms over yours. You could smell his clone, forming a small smile. You felt your eyes get heavy as sleep pulled you in. It was gonna take a long time to forgive Jay but tonight was a start.
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MO DAO ZU SHI REREAD:Thoughts™️....and Stuff
Chapter 22
Wwx patting the coffin and complimenting it like a pet...
“Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian stood on opposite sides of the coffin. After passing a look between them, they extended their arms at the same time and opened the lid.” The nonverbal communication...they are in sync y’all
Why do i like the weapons in this novel so much? like i have feelings about the spiritual weapons (what i mean is the weapons are sexy)
This is so sad, Lan Zhan, play Inquiry
“The language of the guqin was a special skill unique to the GusuLan Sect.” Well wwx married into the GusuLan Sect soooooo i think lwj should teach wwx the language of the guqin itd be a cute bonding experience
“Ask him whether it’s a man or a woman. There’s no way that it doesn’t know this.” *looks at the camera in nonbinary*
Imagine being 15 years old and you go exploring in the forest for monsters or some shit and you end up being buried alive in a castle wall full of skeletons
Chapter 23
Akndndksjd “...Jin Ling slowly walked around him, took one stride, and stepped back into the wall where he stood just a while ago” this is hilarious fight me
Wwx also thought it was hilarious so :p
“Lan WangJi shifted in front of him just as he was about to throw Jin Ling down.” Akdncj wwx was really about to throw jl and book it out of there
“Hearing the ‘I’ll be back’, Lan WangJi took one deep look at him and walked off without any more words.” This hurt so much ;-; lwj wouldnt leave until wwx said that he’d be back...
Theres so much shit i missed the first time i read this that im catching now
Okay but lwj taking wwx to go get new sets of robes, or getting nice robes made for him, cause he deserves it or cause yanno he’s Hanguang-Jun’s cultivation partner he should look nice sometimes (or cause lwj really likes the way nice silk looks on wwx).... no one can convince me lwj isn’t a sugar daddy and yes i will continue to talk about it
“His expression and tone were as kind as those of a grandmother who wanted to put on a jacket for her grandson.” Ummmm im crying bro wwx is so caring and protective of the juniors
“Please don’t. Dying once was already painful enough.” Wwx has absolutely no idea how to keep a cover my god you dont just tell someone that youve died before when you’re in wwx’s situation
I dont like you jc but let me give you some advice; you really gotta pick and choose your battles, especially with a 15 year old, why you out here arguing with him?
Wwx just cant catch a break
GoD jc is so rude
Chapter 24
How much of an asshole do you have to be to use someone’s phobia against them
“He had forgotten about much of his early years of wandering on the streets. The only things he still remembered was the terror he felt as he was chased by dogs and the slicing pain of teeth and claws digging into his flesh. The fear that had been planted deep within his heart couldn’t be overcome or eased no how he tried.” Fuck You, Jiang Cheng
“Maybe he’s familiar with this body that you stole instead.” Idk why dont ask but i absolutely hate that this is an idea that keeps getting brought up
Wwx gets angry after jc starts saying derogatory things about lwj
Jl’s a good liar
“If you didn’t scold me like that, I would have told you right after I came back. If he ran away and you can’t catch him, it’d be because of your bad temper, not me.” Lmao I love this boy
Wwx is proud
New ship! Jiang Cheng x Anger Management
Did....did jl steal Zidian???
Zidians dormant state is a silver ring with a purple crystal in it
Wwx imparting wisdom to jl
Wwx apologizing to jl... like ik he’s an adult but that was very mature of him, ive met adults who would rather die than apologize to a child for something they did wrong
Wow he really did steal Zidian!
Wwx’s reckless selflessness makes an appearance!
Wwx smiling through everything hurts a lot actually and i have a lot of feelings about it
“Wei WuXian didn’t know why, but he involuntarily took a step backward.” this gave me chills
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#mine#Phoenix rereads MDZS#wwx#lwj#jc#jl#uuuuh its been a little while since the last one of these#cause things happen i slowed down for my reading partner to catch up#and i had to take a break for a day#but thats alright#i actually dont know how long its been since the last one cause its 2020 time doesnt exist any more
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