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inkedobsidian · 8 months

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~Interview Process~

summary: Y/N helps her current boss find his replacement through a trick, and it goes exactly to plan

pairing: CEO!WonwooxPA!Reader

warnings: mentions of businessmen being assholes, fluffy otherwise

word count: 2,592

a/n: This is my first post for a SVT member so it had to be Wonwoo. The CEO's name and his wife's name are all fictional I just thought of them on the spot. Also since I just finished Business Proposal I thought the world could use a little more CEO!Wonwoo. Requests are open and I have a prompt list too if you want any ideas! @celestialpearls

Master-list - Prompts

The day Kim Seung-Woo, the CEO of a popular tech company and also your direct boss announced his retirement the tech world was shocked. Seung-Woo was barely in his late 30’s but the net worth he’d created had allowed him enough freedom to retire as soon as his wife was about to give birth to their first child. You had been his receptionist/assistant in the first few years of the company but as the company grew your responsibilities became more focused on being a personal assistant to Kim Seung-Woo. This had given you a close bond with him and his wife Hwang Sun Hee, you’d started working there at 17 and here you were nearly a decade later at 25.

This meant that you were treated a lot more personally than every other employee but that also meant you were pulled into Kim Seung-Woo’s ‘antics’ a lot. Considering he had built the company from a garage to a multi-billion won company it was also commented on how ‘normal’ he remained. Kim Sun Hee was the same woman he started dating as a teenager, being through broke times together they always kept each other in the mind set to not take anything they had for granted. This made Seung-Woo dead set on not letting someone run his company who would only respect the top players and not everyone in the company.

“I don’t understand what me dressing up as a janitor is going to do to help, surely how they treat me as your assistant will be enough?” You spoke candidly to Seung-Woo and Sun Hee as they sat across from you at the coffee table. Sun Hee laughed as she knew Seung-Woo had thought of a new ‘test’ for the candidates to replace him.

“See dumb people would disrespect you not thinking you had any influence, but smart and crafty people will be fake kind and then mistreat you once I leave. Only a special and deserving kind of person will be nice to even the lowest person in the building aka. the cleaner.” Seung-Woo spoke so informally and calmly that you almost wanted to burst into laughter at how confident he was in himself and his idea. Sun Hee just patted his hand in an ‘of-course’ dear kind of way that made you look at them both with such adoration, they genuinely have become extended family to you over these years.

So the next day you were here waiting for Seokmin to arrive as he was covering for you for the few hours of interviews. Why Seung-Woo picked the most un-serious person for an entire day of essentially tricking people was beyond you, Seokmin could barely hold in his laughter at the idea.

“All of the calls are just being sent to the phone in the other office for the time period for me to answer all you have to do is do your normal job from my desk, then call me 10 minutes for a candidate is due for me to come out then call Seung-Woo when candidates are here. I know need to go change…” You gave Seokmin a pat on his back as you slowly walked away, you could already hear his laugh as you walked to the staff room on your.

“It’s fine, it’s only 5 hours and they promised BBQ…” You whispered to yourself. You weren’t completely against wearing comfy clothes for 5 hours of your shift but the whole premise did seem rather strange. However, it proved to work perfectly.

Your entire role was to do your job from the empty COO office, then when a candidate was due you were supposed to ‘clean’ around the waiting room and ask the candidate to move politely so you could clean where they are to gauge their reaction. You had to admit 3 hours in it was working amazingly. Every single candidate that had walked in had been amazingly polite to Seokmin, then more than 50% were rude to you just for even being in the room while they were “trying to focus”. Every single time it happened Seokmin would write a red circle next to their name.

You couldn’t lie after 3 1/2 hours of this you were tired and you were also tired of being randomly shouted at by men in suits that you couldn’t help but laugh at internally. If only they knew that the hiring decisions were based almost entirely on their interaction with you. You’d almost zoned out when the phone rang again and it was Seokmin.

“You got 10 minutes until the next one if you wanna head down.” He had the same tone in his voice that he was smiling as he spoke and it made you feel a little better that at least someone you got along with was in the same space. You began to plug your headphones back in and made your way out of the office pushing the cleaning cart. As you were about to turn the corner you felt a small tap on your shoulder. As you unplugged your headphones you saw a man almost the same age as you staring back at you with an awkward lopsided smile. He immediately introduced himself and bowed which shocked you, that didn’t even happen when you were dressed normally by a lot of people.

“I'm sorry to interrupt you are probably very busy but do you know the way to Kim Seung-Woo’s office? I’m here for an interview.” His voice was deep and smooth and for a second you forgot yourself how to get there. His tall and wide frame made him look imposing especially the full black suit and slicked-back hair but his politeness made the energy around him feel calm.

“I’m actually heading that way now if you’d like to follow me!” You were just finally glad you weren’t dealing with snide or sometimes pure rude comments. You walked around the few corners in comfortable silence and when you reached the doors that had “Kim Seung-Woo’s Office” etched into the plate the candidate actually jogged ahead to grab the door for the cart. He stood to the side as you pushed the cart through and you gave a curt bow of the head as you walked past. You decided to just go to the opposite side of the room and let him speak to Seokmin then sit down.

“Jeon Wonwoo here for an interview at 4 pm.” He spoke in the same soft and calm voice to Seokmin who just beamed back positivity and offered him a drink before telling him to take a seat. This was your cue, Seokmin would leave the room and you would ask them to move. Just in case anyone held their tongue around Seokmin, you didn’t expect anything from this candidate so you weren’t as nervous.

Seokmin waited 2 minutes for him to sit down before he left to make whatever drink he’d asked for. This was your cue, you tried to nonchalantly walk up to him but as he noticed you approach he stood up already and moved to the side. This shocked you as most people weren’t aware you were even there until you spoke to them.

“Ah, I’m sorry I’ll be very quick and you can take a seat.” You smiled politely and very quickly swept underneath the chair as he stood there holding both hands behind his back, just waiting. As you stood up again to move back you gave another bow for a brief apology.

“Nonsense you have a job to do I understand.” He spoke as he gave you the same bow in return and took the same seat again. Now you understood Seung-woo's point, you couldn’t tell him that though it would give him far too much ego as Sun Hee would say.

Finally, Seokmin returned, gave Mr. Jeon his drink, and went into the interview room for the second part of his interview. He was the only candidate that day to leave with a green tick against his name, which was good enough for Seung-Woo but you didn’t hear anything else about the process after that day. You just feared having to do that for a whole day again.

A whole month later you were finally at that BBQ that was offered for your fun day of dress-up. It was at the same BBQ place you had joined the Kims for dinner once a month every month since you joined the company. It was a small family-owned restaurant in the same area where Seung-Woo and Sun Hee used to have their first house, you guys had never moved to a different restaurant this place was too loved. You always dressed and spoke casually here that was just how the 3 of you worked. However, this time the table was for 4.

You were waiting at the front of the restaurant for the couple to arrive when someone tapped you on the shoulder again. As you turned you saw Mr. Jeon again, he was giving the same smile but this time his hair wasn’t slicked back and he was in a much more casual outfit, he was also wearing glasses this time. He must have worn contacts for the interview, you didn’t know why though the glasses looked great.

“Excuse me, have we met before?” He asked almost unsure of himself. It had been a month since so his voice was almost certain but he also didn’t know your name to be certain. Just as you were about to speak you heard Kim Seung-Woo’s voice to your right.

“Ah yes this is Y/N L/N, she’s my assistant. You however met her in her lovely janitor outfit, which will be explained I promise but let’s sit down first.” He said pulling you into a side hug and then Sun Hee embraced you as well. Wonwoo was confused, he couldn’t deny that, it was rare for a CEO to treat people with this much kindness. It was a nice change for him.

As you all took your seats are your regular table the entire situation was explained to Wonwoo who you could tell was holding in laughter at certain points of the story, especially every time you interrupted Seung-Woo with a small anecdote about something someone said to you. It was nice to see the relationship you had built over the years. Wonwoo was still unsure why he was invited considering he hadn’t been offered the job or even contacted about it.

“Before we get to the enjoyed part of this evening, I wanted to talk about the topic at hand.” Seung-Woo all of a sudden became very serious, it was almost like the music in the restaurant lowered itself so he could be heard. “Mr Jeon, May I call you Wonwoo?”

“Of course, sir.” He replied quickly, it was honestly a massive honor.

“Wonwoo, I would like to offer you this jo-my job. However, this job offer is conditional,” You had no idea what the conditions were, it was never something discussed but then again you didn’t discuss everything, “The obvious one is the shares of the company I keep which we already discussed in the interview if you’re comfortable with them and we already spoke that they could be discussed should you have children of your own.”

Wonwoo nodded along as he spoke, the conditions were more than generous considering the job Wonwoo would be taking, it was almost too good to be true.

“Now this is the most un-conditional one and it will actually be drafted into the contract. Y/N L/N’s job is secure. She will always serve the CEO as the assistant and her salary will never drop from where it is, it will only ever be increased should her job increase,” Now this took you by surprise. You knew the Kim’s treated you like family over this past decade but this really put the icing on the cake of it all, the emotions almost overwhelmed you and then you felt Sun Hee reach for your hand, “She’s worked for us since the beginning and frankly she was the person that made us realize we wanted to raise a child, and I want to protect her as I leave.”

This entire gesture made Wonwoo smile in a way he couldn’t describe, the spot he was taking was big shoes to fill and he knew that but the idea that the person in charge cared about people so heavily warmed his heart. Wonwoo had absolutely no protests to keeping Y/N around but why would he, if Seung-Woo had nothing but good things to say about her then she would be a brilliant help to Wonwoo as he got settled.

“Okay now before I cry can we finally..” Y/N said as she held up her glass of soju and looked down at the grilling meat. Seung-Woo laughed at this as it was very typical and he grabbed his own glass, and then everyone followed suit. It immediately all became a celebration for Wonwoo and his new position and the drinks flowed in accordance. Maybe since it was Monday the next day you think everyone would have drank significantly less…

However here you were at 8:50 in the elevator going up to your floor, today the diary was all clear just to get Wonwoo used to the floor and his space then Seung-Woo would be here for the next month the do a full cross-train of every floor and section they have before he finally retires 3 months before Kim JR. is born. The walk to the office was easy and surprisingly the door to Wonwoo’s office was already open so he must have found his way this time.

“Good morning, Mr. Jeon. I just got you a regular coffee for this morning but if you let me know what you prefer then I can grab it for you tomorrow.” You say giving a curt bow. He returned the action immediately.

“Please Ms. L/N call me Wonwoo. I know you called Mr. Kim by his name I’d like to keep it casual and comfortable like before.” He said smiling at you, he also wore his glasses today instead of contacts. Maybe it was because of the off-handed, maybe tipsy comment you made about the glasses suiting his face whatever you meant by that.

“Well then, Wonwoo. Feel free to call me Y/N. You have a really easy time this morning before the parade of media in the afternoon. All your log-ins are in the diary you just need to get logged onto everything this morning and just settle in. If you want you can check your calendar to see what’s set and just give me a call when you need me.” You smiled back, you knew the vibe would be different from Seung-Woo but you’re hopeful for the future.

“Thank you, Y/N. I look forward to working with you.” His face almost transformed when he smiled, he was usually so stern looking but the moment he smiled it was like everything softened. Seung-Woo had made the perfect choice to continue his legacy with smarts and kindness at even levels.

“I look forward to working with you too Wonwoo.” You said as you closed the door and took a seat at your desk again. Wonwoo looked down at the cup you placed on his desk that had “Happy 1st day!!” scribbled onto the cardboard cup and he couldn’t help but smile again as he took a photo of it to save in his phone.

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acaaai-t · 1 year

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resurface, my love

02. panic

[fem! reader x villain! scaramouche]

cw: mild angst, sprinkle of fluff, minor character death, cursing

“I thought I said that I wanted her in one piece.”

“Ah sir… she is in one piece…” the voice of the underling trembled.

“Untouched.”

“Please sir, you have to ask the Lieutenant about it. He was the one that delivered the final blow…”

“…Get the Lieutenant. I need to have a word with him.”

“Right away sir,” he dipped his head and quickly exited the room.

He brought his attention back to you. Your still unconscious body lay on a cool metal table, covered by a thin veil of a dress. He stared at the bandages wrapped around your wounded torso. A smile tugged at his lips.

“I’ve finally got you,” he whispered, trailing a slender finger down your thigh.

You shivered.

…

Scaramouche was bored out of his mind.

Being pulled into a sudden meeting in the middle of his break was not something he wish to be dwelling in. He’d rather be out there training— hell, he’d rather be attempting to converse with people than be stuck in the cold and empty chamber they called the conference room. Having all 12 of the Harbingers in the same room was dangerous, he quietly hummed to himself. Someone always ends up in the infirmary.

His eyes wandered up to the crystal chandelier, thousands of tiny precious gems sparkled with even the tiniest bit of movement. It was the only thing that made this place look alive— habitable, even. Everything else was in a cold and mundane black-gray. Even the windows had a dull spark to it despite the sunlight filtering through the thick glass.

“I apologize for this sudden meeting, but it is urgent,” the booming voice of the first Harbinger echoed throughout the empty chamber. Every head was raised to face the speaker. “I’ve just received terrible news that the Fair Lady… she has unfortunately lost her life during her travel to the foreign country of Inazuma.”

Columbina gasped, the tiny angel wings floating around her head fluttered in distress. “Rosalyne is dead?!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes. He could care less for the death of his co-worker. The type of job they were taking on was incredibly precarious, everyone was aware of that. The cold grasp of death could be just a simple step away if they weren’t careful enough.

Sandrone giggled silently to herself. Her animatronic creaked. “How risible..”

“We warned her not to go on that mission,” a young man with hair of striking deep orange spoke up. He comfortably propped himself up against one of the many pillars for support. “She was too stubborn.”

“Childe…” the women to his left hissed. Her short silvery hair hinted with accents of black was swipe to the side, perfectly framing her sharp features. The red x’s in her eyes flashed dangerously.

“Sorry,” the ginger shrugged. “I’m just saying. Signora should have been more careful.”

“Show some respect for the dead, wouldn’t you? Rosalyne died in a foreign land.”

“I know— I am showing respect, I was just pointing out facts.”

“You—”

“Arclecchino, Tartaglia. Cease fire, please,” the first Harbinger sighed.

“Sorry Pierro…” the two muttered.

Scaramouche snickered.

“Everyone, please. Take a seat,” Pierro gestured to the large throne-like chairs wrapping the rectangular table in a circle.

Once everyone had taken their respective seats, he cleared his throat. “The Fair Lady’s funeral will take place in exactly a month from now,” he began. “We will have…”

Scaramouche zoned out, drowning out the voice of his boss as he stared off into the distance.

“… now The Doctor can handle the process of… where’s The Doctor?” Pierro frowned, eyes flickering over to the only vacant seat.

“The Doctor is busy gathering medicinal supplies out in the garden, he’s given a message that he’ll be late,” Sandrone said. Her voice was small, yet it held an ominous feeling to it. The automaton she sat on sounds like it’s in desperate need of oil.

The Regrator chuckled, the thin frame of his silver glasses glinted. “Always busy with something. I can pass on the message to him later. I have a meeting with him anyways.”

Pierro nodded. “Thank you Pantalone. Now as for the rest of you, I expect all of you to attend Rosalyne’s funeral.”

Scaramouche felt multiple lingering stares on him. He huffed in annoyance. “I’m aware.”

“Good,” Pierro looked around the table one last time, his eye flickering over to each face. “Any questions?”

A collective response of ‘no’ resounded throughout the chamber.

Pierro adjusted his eyepatch before giving his final statement. “Council adjourned.”

…

Everything was dark. Dark and cold.

You didn’t know where you were. You couldn’t talk, nor could you move.

It was quiet, the only source of noise was your steady rhythm of your heartbeat. And if you strain hard enough, you could hear bubbles faintly popping in the background.

“How is she doing?”

A distorted voice. You perked up.

“Her vitals are steady, her stab wound is slowly healing too.”

Stab wound? ...Oh right.

You vaguely remember being stabbed before awaking in this empty space. The wound was still painfully throbbing. Questions race through your mind. Why were you stabbed? What had happened beforehand? Where were you?

Why can’t you remember anything?

“Good, good. Keep watching her until she gains consciousness. Make sure to immediately call for me if she wakes up.”

“Yes sir.”

‘But I am awake.’ you wanted to scream.

But just no matter how hard you try, there’s no sound that comes out. Not even a single peep. You were alone in this tiny shell of an empty space.

…

Scaramouche shuffled through his paperwork, trying to sort each into different categories. Even though his meeting with the Harbingers had been long over, he still wasn't free from the work he was bound to. "Meeting to discuss the next factory expansion... that can wait," he mumbled, placing the parchment onto the growing pile he deemed 'unimportant'.

A knock on his door drew his attention away. "Come in," he said, placing another contract onto the 'unimportant' pile all without sparing it a single glance.

The large wooden door creaked open— Scaramouche really needs to get someone to oil the hinges, it was going to drive him insane long before his work does. He didn't bother to look up to greet the guest, his pens scribbling down his signature wherever it says ‘sign here’. "State your name and business," he grumbled.

"Ah, Scaramouche, is this how you greet old friends?" a light chuckle followed his words.

His pen stopped writing midway as he looked up to face his guest. A rare smile appeared. "I was wondering when you'll be back, wandering samurai."

The samurai returned the smile. His white hair, still streaked with that familiar shade of red, was mussed up— perhaps it was from the wind. Scaramouche could've sworn he saw a stray leaf tangled up in his hair. The small white cat tucked in between his black haori jacket swatted at his low ponytail. "It has been awhile," he replied. "Ow Tomo, don't do that."

“Take a seat, Kaedehara.”

“I thought we would’ve dropped the formalities by now. Please, call me Kazuha,” the young man said as he pulled up a seat by Scaramouche’s desk.

Scaramouche folded his hands together and leaned forward. “Well Kazuha, what is it you have to tell me?”

The atmosphere thickened.

…

A jolt.

You opened your eyes, startled.

It was still dark. Trapped in an empty space of nothingness was eventually going to drive you insane.

“Hello?! Anyone there?!” you called out, streams of bubbles trailing upwards with every words you speak. You were trapped underwater, that you could confirm.

You received no answer. Was that jolt you felt just a figment of your imagination? You don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in here. Have you already gone insane?

…

“What?”

“It happened just two nights before, when I was taking a nice stroll with Tomo here, in the evening.”

Pen down, papers casted aside. Scaramouche stared into the crimson of Kazuha’s eyes. “And you didn’t do anything to stop it?”

“I couldn’t. By the time I saw it happen, your beloved had already been transported away.”

Scaramouche visibly cringed at the nickname Kazuha used for you, but he didn’t say anything. “Do you know where— no, who took her?”

A shake of his head. “Unfortunately not. I can however, provide you with the information of her last whereabouts.”

“Write it down,” Scaramouche said, handing a blank sheet of paper and a ballpoint pen to him. “Everything you can remember.”

Anxiety crashed upon him. Never in his life has he ever felt this kind of fear. His finger tapped against the wooden table, a repetitive noise filling up the silence of the room as Kazuha writes.

“Here,” Kazuha said, handing the paper back to Scaramouche. He snatched it away, nearly tearing the paper in half.

“You know…” Kazuha continued. “I could always get my team to investigate… her disappearance.”

“You’re sounding like you were the one that took her.”

Kazuha laughed. “You’ll kill me. Besides, my team is good at these kind of things.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just come to you if I need the extra help,” Scaramouche got up from his seat. “I’ll go talk to my boss and request a break.”

“What if he doesn’t approve?”

His grip on the door handle tightened, then relaxed. “He can’t tell me what to do. I’ll still leave even if he says no.”

“Then what’s the point of asking…?”

“So he doesn’t come for my ass.”

…

They were back. You could hear them. Their barely coherent mumbling traveling through the thin space your floating in.

“… files regarding her?” it was that voice again, the one that had asked how you were doing.

“It should be in that cabinet to the left, third drawer,” a new voice.

“Go get it.”

“Yes sir.”

“Oh look, she’s conscious.” he sounded amused.

You hated that condescending tone laced so deeply within his voice.

“Should we open—”

“No no, I would like to study her more.”

Study?! You clenched your fists, anger surging through your veins. You were no animal to be poked and prodded at, not a strange creature need to be studied and experimented on.

“Sir her pressure is spiking, should I be concerned?”

You were you. Just a commoner working as a detective in the Tenryo Commission solving minor crimes. Could one of the cases you’ve broken through provoked the Fatui?

…

The Fatui.

That must’ve awaken something inside you, for suddenly you didn’t care about escaping this place as much anymore.

You had shifted your priorities over to The Fatui, trying to dig up as much information as you have on it. You hazily remembered researching about this strange organization before, but you had put it all aside when your boss had presented you with a new case.

Though you may have lost your memories on the events that unfolded beforehand, it didn’t seem to block away the information you’ve gathered years ago. Closing your eyes, you allowed your consciousness to open up the path of memories regarding the Fatui.

“Never mind… it went back down to normal.”

“Note that down. Note every change down.”

‘There are 11 Harbingers, each one controlling a part of the organization. They all rely off of given codenames, their real names remains a mystery. If my memory serves, the ringleader should be going by the codename of The Jester…”

“A break? For what?” Pierro asked, his brows furrowing. He set his feathered quill back into the tiny ink bottle.

“What do you mean why? I want a break because I want to rest,” Scaramouche retorted.

Pierro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dealing with The Balladeer gives him constant headaches, headaches that lingers for the rest of his day. “Fine. How long?”

“A month.”

“2 weeks. You still have plenty of unfinished duties.”

“A month and two weeks.”

“… a month.”

Scaramouche grinned. “Thanks Pierro.”

“Yes yes, whatever. Get out of my office,” he hadn’t even finish his sentence before Scaramouche was gone, leaving his office door swinging. “Could’ve atleast closed the door…”

‘The second of the Harbingers, The Doctor. Infamously know for the rumors circulating on about his experiments on humans. Not much information was found about this strange individual, classified him as dangerous.’

“Well, if it isn’t the Balladeer.”

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes. “What do you want, Dottore,” he spat out. This was the last person he wanted to see.

“Nothing, just heard that you’ve requested for a month long break. Quite unusual, no?” Dottore smiled, his rows of sharp teeth glinting.

Scaramouche laughed dryly. He really wanted to punch this man in the face. “The decisions I make in my life has nothing to do with YOU.”

Dottore clicked his teeth. “Ever the sharp tongue.”

Scaramouche muttered an angry fuck off and pushed him away, making sure to send a hateful glare at the Doctor before he rounded the corner.

Dottore stood there, looking amused.

‘The third, fourth and fifth. Damselette and The Rooster. Whereas official reports had spoken of the fifth as a kind and caring man, the third however, was the opposite. Little is known about her, records have it that while she seemed like the weaker type, it is better to not underestimate her ability. I have placed her into the dangerous category. The fourth still remains unknown. I have searched everywhere I can, there is little to no information regarding the fourth.’

“Oh shit—”

“Ah!—” Columbina stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over her cloak when Scaramouche quite literally ran into her.

“Scaramouche, please. I’ve told you so many times to be careful,” Pulcinella scolded, his mustache quivering.

“Sorry…” he hastily mumbled. “Are you okay?”

Columbina nodded, readjusting her mask. “I’m fine.”

“Good, bye.”

“Scaramouche wait,” Pulcinella called out. He held out a cloth covered basket. “If you see Arclecchino, please give this to her.”

Scaramouche took the basket from him and disappeared. He could care less if a bomb was ticking away in there.

‘The sixth harbinger goes by the codename The Balladeer. He is widely known inside the Fatui for his terrible mannerisms and snappy attitude. While it was rumored that he was a puppet and not human, that claim has long been proven to be false. This man reminds me of him, I do not know why. I could not find any more information regarding this member.’

“Fucking dammit,” Scaramouche huffed angrily to himself. “Why get me to do his shit? Couldn’t that old man just gotten someone else to do it? Wasting my fucking time…”

‘The seventh is a strange one. Marionette, or as most popularly known as, The Puppet, was a peculiar women. Research had surfaced that Marionette herself is one of the brilliant inventors that holds a fair share of power in the technological world. Her most famous works is the remodeling of ruin guards, designed to destroy and kill— popularly used during wartimes. Many military officials and even the government look up to her works. A small figure, a large power holder.’

Scaramouche felt the ground just slightly tremble. He groaned. The ground shaking in the base of operation could only mean one thing— one of Sandrone’s stupid robots was stomping his way.

Sandrone sat on the palm of the outstretched robotic hand, her gaze was cold as she stared down at Scaramouche.

“What?” Scaramouche sneered, already fed up with her presence.

She didn’t reply. With a quick flick of her wrist, the robot began moving once more, creaking with each step as it trotted down the hall. Now Scaramouche was confused and even more pissed.

‘Eighth, ninth, and tenth. The Eighth, named the Fair Lady— was a powerful figure. The last she was seen was when she ventured into the empire of Inazuma, perhaps to negotiate with the Shogunate. There has been no traces of her ever since. The Regrator holds the ninth position and the Northland Bank. He was the one who controlled the flow of money between the Fatui. A calm and serious man who just seemed to be interested in the political state of the city— although there might be something more to it.

In stark contrast to the stoic man, the tenth Harbinger was an enthusiastic being. I have met him while researching a case on a missing girl. He seemed to be the least hostile out of all the Harbingers presented. Though he seemed to pose a problem for bloodlust, always eager to shed blood.’

“Hey ‘moochie,” Tartaglia called out, waving Scaramouche over.

Scaramouche paid the ginger no mind, instead choosing to remain silent as he passed by.

“Not even a hello? You’re too mean, Scaramouche.”

“Now there, Childe. Let’s not provoke him. Lest you want to end up with a black eye again,” Pantalone said.

“I’ll take any fight I can get,” Childe grinned. “Come on, ‘moochie.”

That infuriating nickname was really getting to him. Scaramouche’s grip on the basket tightened. “Tartaglia, why don’t you kindly shut the fuck up?”

Pantalone sighed, slightly shaking his head. “Childe…”

Childe’s grin only grew bigger. His left hand twitched just slightly, yet Scaramouche caught on to it. He saw it as a sign that he was itching for a fight, a habit he’s seen Childe do whenever something seems to aggravate him.

“Ah, your words hurt me, comrade,” Childe laughed humorlessly. “Let’s spar whenever you have time. Anyways Pantalone what were you saying?”

“I’m cutting off your funds for the time being…”

“What?!”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes and quickly walked away, the exasperated voice of Childe echoing in the background.

“Child you spend nearly 1 and a half million Mora on a bowl…”

“… that’s… gift…”

‘The last Harbinger, The Knave. Her position in the Fatui still remains unknown, but while it was rumored that she was a low ranking, it is still best to not belittle her. I had the unfortunate experience running into one of her many spiders planted within the barricaded city of Snezhnaya. From that I could only conclude The Knave controls the communications between the winter wasteland and the world around them. The spiders— spies, are her eyes and ears.’

“For me?” Arclecchino said, arching a brow.

“Yeah, the old man said it was for you.”

Arclecchino carefully took the basket from Scaramouche. She flipped open the cloth and took a peek inside. “Oh,” she huffed, lowering the basket to the side. “It’s snacks he made for the orphanage.”

“That’s nice. I’m gonna go now,” Scaramouche was quick to cut the conversation short. He really didn’t want to see another one of his coworkers again, let alone anyone else.

Kazuha was still waiting patiently back in his office, playing with his cat. He looked up, momentarily distracted when Scaramouche banged open the door.

He opened his mouth to greet Scaramouche, but was quickly cut off. “Get your things, we’re leaving,” Scaramouche said curtly.

“Rush not, my friend,” Kazuha hummed. “The sun is still high.”

“Fuck that, get your cat.”

“Tomo, come here,” Kazuha scooped his cat up into his embrace and tucked him back inside his haori. “Say, where’s our destination?”

A pair of keys clinked against a black moon keychain as Scaramouche twirled it around his finger. “To her house.”

The sunlight disappeared, covered by the rolling gray clouds. Suddenly the room felt cold.

…

‘There’s no way I could’ve done something to wrong the Tenth with his relaxed personality. And I’m sure I haven’t committed any crimes against the Jester for him to take such an audacious approach. As for the rest…

… no, that wouldn’t make sense. I’ve never seen, let alone interacted— with any of them. The only possibility is that one of the cases I’ve solved must’ve disrupted them. Now the question remains. Which one?’

Your thoughts were interrupted when a knock resounded through your space. You immediately picked it up as metal, a thin one. You were trapped in a metal container filled with water? What the fuck?

“Still alive in there?”

Footsteps pattered towards the unknown speaker.

“Course she’ll be alive. My inventions are second to none.”

“After many trial and error, that is.”

Trial and error?

It was getting more and more confusing by the second.

“Yes yes, have uh— oh you’re here. Come, I need you to watch over her for the next couple hours. And you, come with me.”

“Next couple hours?! Can’t you just like, put her to sleep or something? I’m sure your brilliant technologies can do that.”

“Turn on the anesthesia then. You’ll still have to watch over her either ways.”

‘Wait no.’

You could only panic, unable to move as you felt the effects kick in. Your eyes drooped heavily, your breathing gradually slowing down.

You knew it in your heart that there was no use fighting it. It was a losing battle either ways.

…

“What the fuck?…” Scaramouche said, pushing open the door to your house.

It was pitch-black. All the curtains and shades were tightly drawn closed. The moment Scaramouche stepped into your abode, he felt something amiss. Something felt very wrong.

His eyes darted around, scanning the environment. He flicked open the light switch, and your house brightened to life almost immediately.

“You know, it’s quite concerning about that fact that you have keys to her house,” Kazuha spoke up, stepping up right behind Scaramouche.

“Not concerning. She gave me the permission to do so,” Scaramouche went into your kitchen. Kazuha followed suit.

“Years ago, that is.”

Scaramouche ignored him.

Everything looked tidy. Dishes were neatly stacked, pots and pans hang next to each other, and your fridge— oh god your fridge. Perhaps that was the only thing standing out the most.

Covered in various magnets and crumpled up sticky notes, it made quite a sight. Scaramouche took a closer look at your notes.

‘Buy eggs!!’

‘Age 32, 168cm tall female gone missing, ask Sara about it.’

Ripped up newspaper clippings were held up by the magnets, each one with different bolded headline labeling it. It was all the news about the crimes you’ve solved, mysteries you’ve cracked— all your accomplishments accumulated in this one tiny place. He smiled softly to himself, old conversations pooling up.

“I’m going to be a detective when I grow older,” you announced, beaming happily.

“No way,” he retorted.

You crossed your arms and puffed out your cheeks. “Yes way. Just watch.”

“Uh-huh… last time you said you wanted to be a firefighter, and now you’re changing it again.”

“I’m being serous this time!”

“That’s what you also said last time.”

He took one of the newspaper clipping and tucked it into his pockets and left the kitchen, heading upstairs for your bedroom. The stairs creaked loudly with every step he took. Meanwhile Kazuha continued to look through your belongings downstairs.

“Holy shit,” was all he could muster out.

The sight that greeted him when he opened the door left him speechless— speechless and scared. Eyes wide, hands shaking… he was scared. Scared to even see the mess of what was left.

It was the only room in the house that was absolutely trashed. Your desk was overturn, chair firmly wedged between your bookshelves. Files, books, papers— scattered. Even your clothes weren’t left unharmed, tossed carelessly to the side. Traces of blood on the fluffy white rug left his heart thumping. The only thing left intact was the acrylic shelves tucked against the corner of your closet.

His orderly composure wavered at the sight of it.

After all those years, you’ve been secretly safely storing away every one of the little gifts he gave you. All those times, he had thought you thrown them away.

Scaramouche pulled out the shelf, years of nostalgia finally catching up to him. He remembered the first keychain he had ever gifted you was a matching one. You were the sun, and he was the moon.

“It’s a matching one!” Yoimiya exclaimed. “That’s so cute! He definitely loves you.”

“Yoi stop. You and I match all the time too, doesn’t mean we’re lovers,” you rolled your eyes, placing the empty lunchbox and the keychain into your bag.

“Uh-huh, keep lying to yourself.”

Scaramouche stood outside your classroom door, one hand over his face. A deep blush dusted his face red. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, he just so happened to be here earlier than usual to pick you up.

“Hey lover boy,” Kazuha smirked.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He wondered if you kept the sun with you too.

Along with the keychains were also the note he had often left you with after returning the lunch box. There was also Polaroids of him, all in embarrassing situations taken by you.

“Throw that away.”

“No, I’ve used a film on it. Not going to waste,” you said, tucking the photo away. “Besides, it’s a good picture.”

“Me tripping is not funny,” he grumbled, dusting off the dirt clinging to his pants. “How is that even a good picture?”

You snickered. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Moments caught when he tripped on air, memories frozen in time when the two of you hung out together— to eat, to have fun, or to stargaze. It was years worth of memories, all preserved by you. He really couldn’t believe the fact that you’ve kept everything.

Kazuha silently appeared by the doorframe. There was a mournful look in his eyes as he watched Scaramouche look through everything. Even his cat was silent, his amber eyes peeked around curiously.

Scaramouche took a deep breath. He placed the shelf back to its original position and stood up. There was no time for him to be moping around all sad and lonely.

“Help me look,” he said.

Tomo jumped out from Kazuha’s jacket and clambered on to your bed, where he proceeded to loaf up and stare at the two.

Kazuha began with organizing your clothes, carefully hanging everything back into the closet, even if it was shredded into strings of rag.

Scaramouche looked through the mess of the papers on the floor. Files and documents you’ve kept on cases that’s either still ongoing or has long been solved. He looked through every file individually, scanning through the messy documents sorted within.

He had never been this deliberated with anything before— other that that one time when Pierro had threatened him if he hadn’t finished his work within a week. Scaramouche swears he’ll never let that happen again. Useless folders were stacked to the side, things that may be of help was placed into a different stack.

One particular document caught his attention, a document buried under everything else. He picked it up.

It was stained with a big blotch of what looks to be a coffee— or tea, spill. The words you’ve penned was blurred into a blob of ink where the liquid had dried. Despite that, he could still just barely make out some of the writings.

His heart dropped.

…

You didn’t know how long you were asleep for, but everything had gone silent. No voices talking, no humming of the machines. Groggily, you opened your eyes, only to immediately squeeze them shut when the unnecessarily bright light blinded you.

‘Light?’

“Your finally awake.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice. Footsteps echoed throughout the room as you listen to him closing the distance. He stopped just short of where you were.

“Guess the numbness still hasn’t fade away just yet,” he laughed.

‘What do you want,’ you wanted to ask, but found yourself still with the inability to speak. Paralyzed, you realized. You could not move a single muscle. This man must’ve done something to fry your nerves, rendering you useless.

“Now now, I don’t have enough time to waste. I am a busy man, you know?” he spoke, snapping on a pair of gloves. “So it’ll be very nice if you could cooperate with me.”

He pushed something towards your way. Horror-stricken, you came to the realization of what he was going to do to you. Your breathing quickened.

‘No, oh god no.’

“Not like you do could anything either way,” he cackled, delighted by your terrified expression. “I’ve waited so long to get my hands on you, now that you’re finally here… I can’t wait to confirm my suspicions.”

You would rather be trapped in whatever you were in before for the years to come. Anything. You would do anything to get out of this situation.

A shadow came forward, blocking the light. You felt a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”

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synopsis— [✩]

— you, the hero, disappears overnight, and the only person who looks is the villain. Not your friends, not your family, not the news reporter or any of the people who claimed to love you. Just him, Scaramouche, the very same person who claimed to hate you.

notes— [✩]

— had to finish all my regents omg this took forever, I’m so sorry for the late update 😭 sorry if there’s any errors lol

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midnight-lilac-blue-hues · 2 years

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Kiss it to Heal it

Childe likes getting treated

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Childe x nurse!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut

AFAB reader, Funeral childe lives rent free in my head, mention of blood, size difference, kissing, consensual sex, bathroom sex, fingering, pet names, creampie.

Note: I'm not dead! I took a break from writing cuz I couldn't focus on it, but now since I'm going back to school I should be able to write more often ^^ also, yes I will be doing the requests sent to me and the new ones coming in so send them to me!!!

Being a nurse was something that came easily to you. Mostly because you grew up watching the older Fatui take care of their patients. So it was natural that you would be assigned a nurse role once you finished your training. What you didn't expect was becoming one of the personal nurses of a harbinger.

You rarely got to see the harbinger you were assigned to. Speaking of which, the harbinger you were assigned to was Tartaglia, the 11th. They send him away constantly so he doesn't cause destruction in Snezhnaya. Thankfully, you weren't his traveling nurse, so you stayed in Snezhnaya to focus on your other patients.

However, with time, the harbinger would be returning to Snezhnaya very soon. Due to the number 8th of the harbinger's unpredicted death. That meant he would be in your care if anything happened to him. Which also meant your boss has been breathing down your neck for the past week and a half.

You haven't really met Tartaglia, only during a terse meeting with his other nurses. The man was very tall and had a stoic face, which was jarringly different from the rumors you'd encountered. But now you have to meet him face to face, that is if he gets injured. Which you are praying he doesn’t.

Which, to the delight of the archons, he was at your apartment door knocking for you to let him in. You were already in your bed when you heard him knock.

You sluggishly walked to your door and opened it to see a viciously beaten-up Tartaglia towering over you. He was still wearing the clothes he wore at Signora's funeral, but the fur was damp in blood and his coat was torn to shreds. He didn't say anything, and yet you were shaking like a leaf. And when he did… his voice was way deeper and more horse than you expected it to be.

"You are the nurse that's assigned to take care of me right?" He stared down at you, quickly making you feel so small. You quickly nodded your head with your wide eyes. Your hand on your chest made you feel your fast heartbeat. Tartaglia let himself into your home. It's not like you were going to push him away, your job is too important for you to lose. As he entered, he looked around for a place for him to rest.

"Here," you said meekly, pulling a chair behind him. He let out a groan as he sat, spreading and stretching his legs. You stood behind him, wondering what to do. All of your training has been thrown out the window ever since you open your front door. You decided to scurry to your bathroom and figure out what the fuck you are going to do.

You paced back and forth on the tiled floor, before remembering you have a first-aid kit to help you. "Thank the archons," you muttered, squatting down to pick up the kit. You stood up and felt a presence behind you, not just a presence but a firm body against your backside. You gasp, looking at the mirror in front of you, and you see Childe in just a bloody white shirt and black pants. "S-sir Tartaglia!"

"My, my, my. Such a cute little nurse I have here," he places his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you between the counter and himself.

"Sir Tartaglia! You shouldn't be moving around!" You didn't dare turn around. Already flustered by the man behind you, you didn't want to add teasing.

"Why not? I already made it this far in this state," he waits for your response but he got you stumped. He laughs softly before ghosting his lips over your neck, "Now, how is my nurse going to treat me today?"

You were trembling, and he hadn't even touched you. You knew he wanted to fuck you, but you still want to keep your job professional. "Well I, um…" your grip on the aid kit grew tighter, as your eyes wandered at your hands. You peer up to look at the mirror, accidentally catching Tartaglia’s eyes with your own, causing a small yelp from you.

"Well?" He pressed himself closer to you. You could smell his sweat and feel his boner on your ass. "If you don't know how to treat me, can I offer a suggestion?"

"O-of course!" Your knees squeezed together, feeling the anticipation building up and your slit begin to water up.

"Can you give me a kiss?"

Your eyes widen, "uh, I. Will that really help you?"

"Of course it will," his hand traveled to your hip, slightly pulling your body towards him. Your back fully presses on his chest, he towers over you, lips ghosting your own. "Well, I'm waiting," he mutters on your lips.

You couldn't take it anymore, your heart raced against your sternum and your legs quivering. You closed the gap between you two, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. You thought about deepening the kiss but decided against it, pulling your lips away from him. "Did that help?" You catch his lidded eyes.

"A little bit, but I need more," he grabs your chin, crashing your lips together. His quick movements forced a gasp out of you into his mouth. Tartaglia took that as an opportunity to force his tongue in. Your brain was so foggy you didn't notice his hand resting over the top of your pussy. "May I?" He put a little bit of pressure on your sex.

"I. I don't know… I should stop, but it-"

"Feels so good right? You're grinding your clit on my hand."

You look down and, "Oh archons," you didn't realize you were that needy. "Sir Tartaglia! I'm so sorry!"

"Heheh, it's ok. Let me take care of that for you."

"Ok, sir," you felt his hand wander under your shorts to your crotch. His fingertips brush against your clit, which earned him a soft moan from you. He played with the bud before sinking a finger into your heat. "Aah~!"

"You're clenching around me like crazy, ha." He locked his lips with yours, muffling your whines and sighs, before sinking another finger in.

Your hole fluttered around his fingers, and slick dripped between your legs on the floor. You felt like you were on cloud 9. "Sir, I'm going to-" you gasp as his fingers pull out.

Childe hushed your whines with soft kisses as he pulled your shorts off. "Be good for me," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck. Before you knew it, he was pulling his cock up, lining it against your slit. "Call me sir more," he whispered before pushing his cock into you.

"AAGH, so deep~!" You moaned as his dick plunged deeper and deeper.

"Fuckk, I needed this so much," he rested his head on your shoulder, sighing heavily. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You tried desperately not to cum so soon, but with the way, his finger is so close to your clit, and his tip pressing against your g-spot, it would be easy for him to pull one of you now. "Can I move now?" He looks at your shaking figure through the mirror. "Hey come on," he pats your cheek, slightly pulling you out of bliss, "I need you awake, sweetie."

"Hanmmh, too much, stay a little bit," you held onto his hand to ground yourself.

"Good girl," he kissed up and down your neck, "knowing her limits. Knowing when to submit to me. Knowing how to treat her patients. Good girl." His hands slowly moved to your ass, groping and kneading them.

"I think, I think you can move now…"

"Alright," he pressed his hips into your fat, before setting a slow rhythm. "Now then," he guided your face to stare at you two through the mirror, "keep your eyes on me, cutie."

"Mhm."

His cock slid and rubbed all the right places, earning a mewl from you every time he grinded his hips on your clit. His praises flooded your ears making you go dumb from his words alone. Your moans bounced off the bathroom tiles, as he pounded your pussy. "You like that? You like how I fuck your tight little pussy? You like how I fill you up completely, how you can barely say a word? Yeaaah you do, don't you."

Soon enough your body was forced down while being arched. It felt like Tartaglia wanted to break you, and you were loving every bit of it. "Cum~ Cum,cum,cumcumcum~!" Your voice reached higher and higher, as you felt the knot inside slowly untangled.

Childe's cock was squished between your walls, your natural lube was covering his crotch, and he could feel himself getting close. "Tsk, you feel so good," his hands wrapped around your throat, arching your back so he could see your fucked-face while fucking you.

"C-chilDe~! CoMIngg~!!" Your body rocked up and down on the counter underneath your clit. Your pussy gushes around the ginger's cock, as your vision turns white.

"Good girl~! Yes, just keep squeezing me like that, and I'll fill you up real good." Childe leaned down and kissed your lips, making out with you passionately. By now your body was jello in Childe’s arms, you let him use him however he pleased. Childe’s grunts got louder, and his thrust got rougher until he was pumping in his pre-cum then his cum inside of you. He reached down rubbing your clit so you can tighten around him, which worked deliciously. Tartaglia’s kisses fluttered around your back and neck.

"You were such a good girl for me, you have to be my favorite nurse now~. Such a cutie too." He pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it. "I want to keep you around. You don't mind exploring the world right?"

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #childe x reader #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia x reader #cw smut

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quodekash · 7 months

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QUICK, GUYNAWA ARE HAVING A TENDER MOMENT, I NEED TO KEEP GOING

I love their flirting love language <3

the way he looks at him

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM

yes, im crying because of them

oh that is so infuriating

they were facing the wrong way

I love these idiots so much but maybe if they'd seen the shooting star, they couldve had a magical moment and then kissed or something, idk

but no, they're such idiots that they didnt think to look in the other direction

I love them, but its infuriating sometimes

OKAY BUT GIVE US THE WHOLE STORY

THERES SO MANY GAPS

literally all we know about this so far:

1. evil boss guy wanted name to do one last thing for him before he could quit (presumably to rob the house)

2. name asked saifah for some help with some things he had to do

3. according to that one news report, a robbery probably happened?

4. saifah shot kong

5. name had "no idea saifah would do something like that"

so much is missing. what's the whole story here? I still believe that saifah is innocent. he might've accidentally shot him or something, I dont know

yeah, okay

but name is involved in the plot somehow

answer my questions bitch

okay, I love you saifah, but telling him to forget about you is really freaking selfish

it may seem self-sacrificing, like "he'll be happier without me on his plate" but it's not. it's downright selfish.

there are things at play here that you're not thinking about, and other things you're not aware of

such as, you dont know that sailom is now kind of hopeless. because of what you supposedly did, kang now hates sailom, so sailom can't tutor him, so sailom can't get the money to pay off yours and his debts.

as for the things you're not thinking off?

you forget, your parents are both dead. you are his only family left. he is your only family left. he wants to understand the situation so that he can get help for you to get out, so that he isn't utterly alone, and so that you can get out of the terrible environment that is jail. he can't just forget about you, because you are all he has.

and this is both not thinking of and not aware of, sailom doesn't like to accept help from people for free. he doesnt have kang's financial support anymore. and his friends are offering help, but he has no way to pay them back for that help, so he wont accept it. but he wants you back, deemed innocent, so that he can get his boyfriend back, his job back, his happiness back. he can't just forget about you. he needs you.

now anSWER MY QUESTIONS BITCH, WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED

HE CAN'T, THAT'S THE THING, THAT'S THE PROBLEM

IM GONNA REITERATE WHAT I SAID IN EPISODE FOUR: THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A SEX WORKER, AN ESCORT, ANYTHING IN THAT LINE OF WORK

THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE FACT THAT SAILOM IS STILL A CHILD IN HIGH SCHOOL, AND THAT'S A FULL-ASS GROWN MAN ABOVE THE AGE OF 40

IT MAKES ME FEEL GROSS AND UNCOMFORTABLE

THAT IS ALL, THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

AND ONCE AGAIN, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH SEX WORK, BUT THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH A 40+ YEAR OLD MAN HOLDING A DRUGGED UNCONSCIOUS BOY AND SMILING LIKE THAT

thank goodness for that

CRAP THIS IS BAD AH FRICK

IM NOT TAKING SCREENSHOTS OF THIS PART I REFUSE

OH CRAP KANG PLS ARRIVE AND PUNCH HIM

AAAAA FRICK FRICK FRICK PUNCH HIM PUNCH HIM PUNCH HIM

OHTHANKGOODNESS THANK YOU KANG

I had to go through that entire scene without saying anything but man the line "to me you're nothing but money" really hit hard

I sat there for like 2 whole minutes not wanting to press play after that line because it was just validating all of kang's worst fears about how sailom values him

I am not even remotely okay

I hate the writers so much for this

on the bright side, they didnt do a soundwin and give us absolutely zero guynawa in episode 10 so I appreciate that

but uh. now im sad.

THE FREAKING FLASHBACKS THIS EPISODE HAVE BEEN THE WORST THEYVE EVER BEEN

THEY WERE MEANINGFUL FLASHBACKS

SHORT SNIPPETS OF THEIR PROGRESSION AND THE THINGS THEYVE GONE THROUGH

okay well that was. truly something.

this episode took me nearly 4 hours to watch which is a new personal record and im not sure if I should be proud of that or if I should start crying about how exhausted im going to be tomorrow

Im excited for next week and for this mess to be cleared up at least a little bit, but im also not excited for next week because itll be the second last episode and im not ready for this series to be over yet

anyway, have a good week folks. uh. yeah. keep calm and love guynawa way too much

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #guynawa #marcwin #marc pahun #win pawin #pawin kulkaranyawich #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #papang phromphiriya

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chicken-fifi · 4 months

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Forgive and Forget | Mark Tuan (MafiaAU!) Imagine

Pairing: Mafia!Mark Tuan x Wife!Reader; Mafia Boss!Lim Jaebeom X Sister!Reader

Requested by anon: haii, i saw that your request is open!! i want a request with mafia!mark tuan x wife!reader. mark and your jayb are known have died being killed by the other group. unknownly you're having a child years later, and when the other group saw you both, they wanted to kill both of you. suprisingly, you were saving by got7. you were mad at them being shadows and hide themselves from you for years especially mark and your brother. so, (especially) mark and the others regaining your trust back and want to be a dad in your child live, you're slowly trust him and got7 again (maybe there's an incident or something that mark almost being killed cause he saved you and/or child(?)). thank you^^

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2,960 words

Warnings: violence, mafia, kidnapping, death threats, implied torture, blood, bruises, etc.

A/n: the urge to turn this into a miniseries was deep, but i couldn't do that given i'm already in the midst of attempting to plan one and putting the Ghost!YoungK on the backburner for a bit. hopefully you like this! for the record, yes, i got the child's name from pachinko by minjin lee. please go read that masterpiece.

Tunes: [Playlist] Life is a Book by ethereal

“Isak!” you called out, setting down a plate on the dining table. “Dinner’s ready!”

Still in your work clothes, you sat down at the dining table, watching as your six year old son slid into his chair happily digging into his meal. His dark locks bounced as he danced as he ate. He looked identical to his father - a father he would only ever meet through the few photographs you had managed to keep from the early years of your relationship…before everything went to shit.

You felt an irrational amount of anger towards your brother as you recalled how he had been the one to offer the job to Mark under the promise that it would help him provide for the two of you. After all, “nothing bad will come out of it when it’s all of us together.”

God you wished you could puns your brother in the face for the boldfaced lie he’d told.

Not that it would make any difference. Both Jaebeom and Mark were dead. The consequence of their growing greed and name having put them on top of just about every other mob’s hitlist. Bring them down and they get the monopoly back. Simple as that.

Even it meant the other mobs had an excessive number of lives on their hands. It wouldn’t be something new to them either way. Not even with the knowledge that they were taking away a brother and husband of a woman who was unknowingly pregnant with her and her husband’s first child. None of that would matter to any crime organization’s decision to make someone ‘disappear.’

“Mom?” you heard Isak call out, halting all of your thoughts.

“Yes Baby?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Your brows furrowed at his question - especially after he’d been so happy eating his meal.

( Not to mention that it was out of the ordinary for him to ask to sleep with you. He hadn’t asked to sleep with you in nearly three years. )

A soft smile made its way onto your face and you reached out rubbing his cheek gently. “Of course, Darling.”

He smiled at you and continued eating quietly, although no longer dancing. The two of you finished dinner not long after and cleared up. Isak lingered by your side the entire time you washed the dishes. You weren’t entirely sure what had transpired in his little mind during the short time from when he start eating to when he asked you the question, and you certainly weren’t aware of what was going on in his little head at the moment as he clung to your side as if you would leave him and never come back.

“Is something wrong Isak?” you asked, setting the final dish aside to dry.

Isak looked up at you with his big, round eyes. You could tell there was something he wanted to say but didn’t actually want to say for whatever reason.

“Do you not want to talk about it?”

He shook his head, looking down at the floor. Without saying a word, you took your hand and ruffled his hair lovingly, hoping it would provide some silent comfort. Clearly Isak didn’t want to talk about it and you didn’t want to force him to talk. So you’d wait it out for a bit.

“Whenever you’re ready you can tell me okay?”

You got a small nod before he hugged your waist as best as he could. Hugging him back, you crouched down and picked him up with a huff, holding him as tightly as you could for a few minutes before setting him back down. When did your little boy get so big?

“Why don’t we watch a movie before going to bed?”

~~~~

You sat up in your bed with a start hearing rustling down the hall in the living room of your home. Isak was still sound asleep beside you, cuddled closely into your side. Moving as quiet as you could, you got out of bed, inching towards the bedroom door avoiding the creaky floorboards you could remember in your sleepy state. As you reached the door, you heard a floorboard creek on the other side of the door. Panic and fear filled you as you pressed your body forcefully against the door, just as whoever was on the other side attempted to open it.

“They’re in here!” a man’s voice yelled, waking Isak with a start who instantly looked in your direction eyes wide.

“Mom?”

Hide. you mouthed, pushing all of your weight against the door, jolting as the men pushed against the door. HIDE!

Isak’s eyes filled with tears as he slid out of the bed and walked in your direction initially before you shooed him away motioning to the closet. You knew that he knew about the crawl space that was pretty hard to find if you didn’t know it was there - it was his favorite hiding space after all. He didn’t get a chance to get to the closet before the door burst open, your frame practically going flying from the force used to break it open.

Frozen in fear, his little eyes widened as he saw the four burly looking men enter the room. Two immediately went to grab you, covering your mouth preventing you from screaming. A third went to him, reaching to grab him a sickly sweet tone being used as he spoke. Running past the man, Isak made a break for the master bathroom, only to be grabbed by the fourth man, a scream echoing throughout the room as the man’s hands gripped him tightly. You pulled and flailed from the two men holding you, instinct telling you to get to your son - all to no avail.

“So our intel was right,” another voice spoke from behind you before another man entered the room crouching down in front of you. “The son of bitch does have a little sister.”

“And a nephew,” the fourth man added, covering Isak’s mouth before yelping as he bit the man’s fingers.

In his captor’s distraction, Isak ran to you not paying any mind to the two men holding you.

“And a nephew…” the fifth man repeated, eyes trained on the little boy. “This will certainly make things interesting.”

~~~

Mark lunged himself at the man tied in the chair before him, “You pathetic piece of shit! How could you?!”

Jaebeom pinched the bridge of his nose, “What exactly did you tell them?” he asked the man as calmly as he could, not paying Mark any mind.

The man gulped, looking at Mark before flicking his gaze to his boss, “They threatened me.”

“SO YOU DRAG INNOCENT PEOPLE INTO IT?!” Mark yelled, landing a punch on the man’s face, the force alone knocking the chair to the ground, the man along with it.

Yugyeom and Youngjae watched, unsure of whether or not to intervene. Jinyoung sat at a chair looking at the photographs they’d been mailed. The dirtied and bruised figures of your son and you making him sick. How had they let it go this far?

“Mark,” Jaebeom barked. “That’s enough.”

Mark turned, rage alight in his eyes, “Enough? I don’t think so. Your sister, my wife, and our child have been kidnapped and are about to be killed because of this…pathetic,” a kick to the man’s side, “piece,” another kick, “of shit.”

A door opened and in came Jackson and BamBam, their faces void of any emotion. Jaebeom looked away from Mark momentarily.

“Anyone else working with him?”

Jackson shook his head, “He went rogue on this one. Bold move if you ask me.”

“Any idea on where they could be being held?”

Bambam shook his head, “Not yet. My squad’s still looking.”

Jaebeom turned back to his brother-in-law, walking up to where the man was still kicking the mole. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he pulled him back, crouching down before the battered man.

“You have three tries to tell me where they are,” Jaebeom spoke, far too calm for someone who had just been betrayed by one of his men. “If you even think about lying to me, I’ll riddle your body with so many bullets that no one will recognize your body once it’s found - if it’s ever found.” Without even waiting for a response, Jaebeom grabbed his handgun, placing it on the man’s thigh and firing it, “Better start talking.”

~~~

Your hands held Isak close to your bruised and bloodied body. One thing you were thankful for was the lack of light in the room as it provided you a way to hide the many injuries that had been inflicted onto you from your son, even if the groans and radiating pain intensified whenever he cuddled you. Little whimpers fell from his lips as he cried into your dirtied shirt.

Your heart broke as you shushed him, rubbing your hands along his back and hair, attempting to comfort him as best as you could in your state. Tears filled your own eyes as you took in the reality of the situation you were in - along with all the information you’d found out during the many hours of ‘interrogations’ you were put through by whoever this group was.

Jaebeom, your brother -whom you swore you saw gunned down right before your eyes - was alive.

Mark was alive.

Those two lying sons of bitches were alive and had let you live the past six, seven years of your life believing they had been killed.

And here you were being questioned about their location.

How the fuck would you, of all people, know?

Isak’s soft cries turned into sniffles as he fell asleep, your own eyes growing tired, both from the torture you’d endured and the past few… How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? No. Not weeks. You’d be dead if it had been weeks.

Letting your mind rest, you fell into a light sleep, unsure of what your and Isak’s futures held.

~~~

Much like the night of your abductions, you awoke with a start - so did Isak - as the sound of gunfire and shouts rang out throughout the building you were in. Isak clung to you whimpering as he hid his face in your shirt. You did your best to wrap your body around him - a weak attempt at shielding his small body, giving him even the tiniest sliver of a chance a t surviving whatever it was that was going on out there. You shook as you tried to get him to quiet as his whimpers grew louder as the gunfire drew nearer.

All too soon, the gunfire stopped just as footsteps were barely heard stopping in front of the door to the room you were in. Thuds followed which you could only assume was someone making an attempt at breaking down the door, something you weren’t really you wanted to happen. It could be the police finally having been notified of you and your son’s sudden disappearance - but no one in this world was stupid enough to leave traces of that - or it could be yet another mob wanting their final taste of revenge on GOT7.

Either way, you were scared shitless for you and your son.

Then you heard him. The sound of his voice calling your name over and over again from the other side of the door.

“Mark,” you whispered. “Mark!”

Isak stopped crying looking at you strangely, before calling out the name you had just said realizing that you were far too quiet to be heard - genuinely afraid that whoever was there would leave if either of you didn’t respond, clearly they were there to help you if they sounded worried, right?

“Mark!” he shouted, his tiny voice still rough from the tears he’d shed. “Mark!”

The thudding got more and more frantic and frequent before a few more names were said, presumably more help - and the thudding was stronger until the door finally caved and in rushed one man before anyone else falling beside you.

“My love,” he whispered, taking you into his arms, choking up at the sight of you. He turned his attention to the little boy who was clearly trying to decide whether or not this ‘Mark’ was actually safe. It didn’t take long as he soon recognized the man’s face from the many pictures you’d shown him.

“Daddy?”

Mark let out a breath between a laugh and sob, as he cradled your body reaching out to touch his son’s face.

“Yeah, I’m your Dad.”

~~~

As you sat on the bed in the infirmity you avoided all eye contact with Mark and Jaebeom. Having saved you or not, they were not in your graces.

“We know it wasn’t right, but we had no other choice but to disappear in order to-”

“You didn’t disappear,” you snapped. “You faked your deaths and left me with six, almost seven years of grief. Not to mention having to raise our child by myself thinking you were dead and he was never going to know who you were.”

The last part was clearly directed at Mark, who winced at your words.

“I know it wasn’t right,” Jaebeom continued crouching down before you. “And I’m sorry that my decision brought so much pain and agony to you. But at the end of the day, I made the decision that would give me and my men the best chance at survival. The choice that would allow you to stay out of all of this mess. Clearly that wasn’t the case, but I don’t regret it.”

You looked away, tears welling in your eyes. You wanted to be selfish and hate both of them, hate your brother for everything, but you couldn’t. You knew he was capable of making the most gut wrenching decisions if it meant keeping the people he cared about safe and out of harm’s way, even if it brought pain in the process - at least they would be alive.

Jaebeom rose to his feet, “I think the two of you need to talk some more, I’ll go check on…Isak?”

He was clearly unsure of the way the name rolled off his tongue but smiled as he remembered the little mannerisms that the small boy had shown as he was treated by the mob’s doctors.

As soon as Jaebeom left the room, Mark took a step closer to the bed before sitting down after you didn’t move away.

“He looks a lot like me,” he commented, figuring you might be more willing to talk if it started off with your son.

“Acts like you sometimes too,” you add, cracking a tiny smile. “You have no idea how difficult it is to see him everyday. It’s like being haunted by your ghost.”

Mark nodded, in understanding. He couldn’t take away or undo anything that had happened. But he knew he could maybe change things for the better now…if you let him that is. Seven years was a long time.

“Listen,” he began, turning to face you. “I’m not going to ask you to forgive. What I did and went along with is not forgivable. I have hurt the two of you in ways I can’t even begin to imagine. But I need you to know that I’m extremely sorry for that. That, if given the chance, I would take it all back and rewind the clock.”

“Mark-”

“Let me be in his life. I don’t care if you want a divorce after all of this. If you don’t want to ever see my face again. But please, please, let me in my - our - son’s life.”

You looked at him for a few minutes, not saying a single word. Despite not allowing them to fall, tears were welling on his eyes, threatening to spill over his waterline.

“I think he’d like that a lot,” you finally said, looking away. “Just, keep him out of all of this.”

“I promise!” he said without a single ounce of hesitation. “I swear I won’t allow anyone to rub a single hair on his head in the wrong direction.”

You smiled weakly, biting your lip, “As for me, just…just give me some time. It’s a lot.”

Mark cocked his head to the side. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through right now, all because of him. The very man who had vowed to never hurt you all those years ago.

“Of course.”

You went to say something when the sound of Isak’s voice filled your ears as he called for you rushing towards where you were on the bed, Jaebeom right behind him.

“Mommy, he said he’s your big brother!” he giggled, bouncing up and down his hands on your knees, as he pointed at Jaebeom. “He’s my uncle right?”

You smiled, running your hand over his reddened cheek - he must’ve been having fun with Jackson who had been tasked with distracting him while you were being examined - and nodded.

“Yeah. He’s your uncle. My big brother.”

Jaebeom smiled slightly at you as you finally looked him in the eye, “Do you want to go see your room?”

Your brows furrowed at his words before Isak pushed away from you and ran after Jaebeom who was already out the door.

“His room?” you asked, looking at Mark.

Mark scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah…Jaebeom and I think it’s best if you live here for a while. With him. Just until things settle down. I personally don’t want you going back to the house alone after what happened.”

You nodded, it would take some getting used to that’s for sure, but maybe you’d be able to move past it all quickly. Forgive and forget everything as best as you could. After all, you had them back. You finally had your family back.

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Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #39: UPSET!

December, 1988

Swordsman’s Corpse: “So, Avengers, you thought you’d buried me for good, but you were wrong -- DEAD WRONG!”

Damn but if this isn’t the type of cover I love. A superhero team reacting to something and with dialogue right on the cover.

This is also the end of Englehart’s run. Or half of this is the end of Englehart’s run. I’ll get into it.

Lets last time so we can dig in.

Last time on West Coast Avengers: Well, directly last time Wonder Man just sat remembering stuff we’ve never seen before for the entire issue.

But in a broader sense.

Mockingbird hiding some cowboy manslaughter blew up in her face when the ghost of the cowboy revealed it to her husband/boss Hawkeye. Irreconcilable differences ensued and Mockingbird quit and took half the team with her. Scarlet Witch, Vision, and Mantis cycled in so the West Coast Avengers wouldn’t just be two sad dudes. Also, Mantis is here now. She has amnesia and wants the Avengers to help her find the son she may or may not have. Its pretty potent amnesia.

But in a narrower sense, last time, after Wonder Man remembered some new stuff for a while, the Quinjet started crashing.

As the Quinjet tumbles, rattling the Avengers around like peas in a tin there’s one of those action scenes I can’t help but love. Where each member of the team does their own thing in a situation.

Here, Mantis just has the reflexes to grab onto the seat belt that she should have had buckled. Scarlet Witch can use her hex to float in place long enough for Wonder Man to grab her using his belt jets. And Vision just intangibles enough to float but not so much he falls out of the Quinjet.

Good job everyone.

So what caused this aviation near-disaster?

Hawkeye was calling in a Savage Land report to the East Coast Avengers team (but who though?) and they said they’d already heard about it from Mockingbird.

And hearing Mockingbird’s (code)name was enough for this pre-divorcee to almost crash a jet into the ocean.

Hawkeye, I don’t think you’re okay.

I would also like to know who you spoke with since the East Coast Avengers disbanded thanks to Thor. Mostly Nebula and Dr Druid but some Thor.

There was an ad hoc team for the purposes of Evolutionary War and that’s going to get super funny in a second.

Wonder Man correctly guesses that Mockingbird somehow got involved in the Savage Land business and Hawkeye gets into a funk about it.

Vision asks whether the West Coast Avengers will work with the East Coast Avengers and Hawkeye goes “I’d rather not!”

His thought is that if Mockingbird’s group is already helping, the West Coast Avengers can get on with helping Mantis.

SO THE REASON WHY THE WEST COAST AVENGERS DIDN’T HELP THE AD-HOC AVENGERS AND DIDN’T RESPOND TO THE SPECIAL ALERT

was because Hawkeye felt it would be too awkward if his soon-to-be-ex-wife was there.

Fucking amazing.

Remember how a big deal was made out of the Avengers being so hard up for people responding to the super special emergency beacon that Yellowjacket II was a good option to bring along?

Turns out that the West Coast Avengers got the same alert and Hawkeye just ignored it.

The world was almost turned into furries because Hawkeye can’t be an adult.

Regarding helping Mantis, Scarlet Witch chimes in to say that if they’re doing that, they really need to stop in Paterson, New Jersey. They’ve been having Ma Williams watch the twins and one of them really should relieve her.

Scarlet Witch: “We don’t mean to slight your problem, Mantis!”

Mantis: “Of course not, Wanda! This one became the Celestial Madonna to have a child, though she doesn’t know now if she did or not! Naturally, you must see to yours!”

“As a potential mother, I understand your mother concerns. I potentially have a child!”

Cool contribution, Mantis.

Anyway. New Jersey!

Vision tells Ma Williams that they’re relocating to Los Angeles to join the Avengers and of course taking the kids. But Ma Williams is welcome to move with them.

Ma Williams: “I’m a little old to join the Avengers, Wanda -- and a little old to tear up my roots here! No, I’ll watch you on TV -- but don’t forget to call!”

Cool old lady.

Wanda takes the time to announce out loud to the audience and to Ma Williams, that she and Vizh aren’t going to sell their house in Leonia since they like it too much. But they will rent it out while they’re in LA.

Hawkeye gets so bummed out at seeing a family scene that he sighs and goes outside for some air.

Refusing to read the room, Mantis follows him and tells him that they can be miserable together.

Although she also insists that her misery is worse because she has no idea what she’s lost. Could be one-hundred children wondering where their mom is! So clearly she has it worse than Hawkeye who knows exactly what he lost out on by being too stubborn for couples counseling.

Thanks, Mantis.

The team jets out in the Quinjet but Wanda stays in New Jersey, probably to arrange the move.

And apparently she told Ma Williams all the hot goss because the old lady asks wasn’t that the Mantis homewrecker lady?

Which Wanda confirms but she’s not worried that Vision is going off with Mantis (and also Hawkeye and Wonder Man) because she trusts their marriage is solid.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Newark Airport, Tigra complains. Because the East Coast Avengers didn’t let them land at Hydrobase.

Considering the East Coast Avengers don’t exist right now...

Who do you guys keep talking to??

Giant-Man Bill Foster asks whether they should have helped fight against the High Evolutionary and Mockingbird says she doesn’t want to deal with Hawkeye if he showed up so she made the executive decision to skip the event.

Oh my god.

Both Hawkeye’s team and Mockingbird’s team decided helping stop the Gene Bomb was someone else’s problem and just went on with their day.

Amazing.

Giant-Man Bill Foster is still giant so Tigra asks... why? Bill explains the thing with the cancer. And being giant isn’t supposed to cure the cancer that should have already been cured. But all this extra mass from the mass dimension will replace his damaged tissue or something if he stays big long enough. Or something.

Look, they wanted the “stuck big” status quo for a size-changing character. That’s all.

Bill Foster Giant-Man takes off, going to find Hank Pym and help him cure his giant-brained wife. Aw, what a good friend.

Meanwhile, Moon Knight sounds racist by saying Giant-Man is not their kind. But what he means is that this is the murder is good group and Bill is too idealistic.

And they’ll need to be ruthless to stop Phantom Rider! Who is still totally haunting her and oh hey speak of the devil.

Seriously. Was he just hanging around invisibly waiting for someone to mention him so he could pop out and go boo?

This is a stupid way to spend an afterlife.

Tigra didn’t know about Mockingbird being haunted by Phantom Rider. She’s just confused by this new detail. I love her surprised kitty face.

She asks why Phantom Rider helped in Budapest if he’s a revenge-fueled dick but Phantom Rider said that was helping himself.

Phantom Rider: “I only pretended to help you, TIgra -- in order to destroy Barbara’s marriage!”

And then he shoots Tigra a whole bunch with ghost bullets.

What a dick.

The bullets don’t injure her. Because they’re ghostly. But she’s stunned.

Although, it’s unclear whether that’s an inherent property of them or whether getting shot a whole bunch will just throw you off your game.

Moon Knight tries to get Phantom Rider but the ghost punches him in the face and then has his horse kick him.

What a dick.

But getting clobbered knocks Moon Knight the fuck out and Khonshu pops out to play.

Which is actually good. Khonshu possessing Moon Knight can’t do a lot against a ghost. But freed of his meat puppet, he’s a lot more mighty.

Phantom Rider even recognizes it, fleeing when this new factor joins the battlefield. But he muses to himself that he wasn’t prepared for Khonshu this time but he’ll definitely be ready other times!

Unable to see Khonshu, Mockingbird comments that Phantom Rider sure fucked off a lot sooner than she expected.

Moon Knight wakes up and announces he knows how to solve Mockingbird’s Phantom Rider problem.

Over in Connecticut, the West Coast Avengers search the home of Mrs. Mandy Celestine trying to find clues about Mantis’s lost memories.

Mantis woke up in this house and Mandy Celestine is the kind of name Mantis, Celestial Madonna, might come up with if she had absolutely no imagination at all.

Which, I guess she doesn’t.

Someone knocks on the door so Mantis turns her green skin to be human Vietnamese/German skin tone instead to answer.

Yeah, she can do that. She just wants to be green. Are you going to tell her she can’t be green?

Anyway, it’s just the mailman needing her to sign for a package. And him recognizing her as Mrs. Celestine confirms she’s been living a life here.

So, that’s useful.

But Hawkeye is tired of this location and proposes they go and visit

The Vietnamese temple of the Priests of Pama.

Remember Mantis’ wacky backstory?

She was taken as a child and raised by the Priests of Pama (who were secretly Kree pacifists who were friends with tree people), trained in martial arts and MIND POWERS, mindwiped on her 18th birthday and given false memories of growing up as an orphan, before dumping her in a city where she eventually became a sex worker? This last part was essential because it meant she stayed humble unlike Moondragon. Or something. Anyway, she met Swordsman and swooned over the broken man, helped him clean himself up and join the Avengers, and then started trying to hit on Vision instead because he was emotionally unavailable.

Yadda yadda, Avengers stuff, Kang tries to figure out if Mantis, Scarlet Witch, or AGATHA HARKNESS is the Celestial Madonna by kidnapping them all and trying to decide which one he should date. Avengers stuff, Avengers stuff, Swordsman dies, Mantis learns she’s the Celestial Madonna, Immortus shows up to dump a whole bunch of exposition, Mantis marries a tree possessing her dead boyfriend in a double marriage with Vision and Scarlet Witch, then Mantis and Tree Boyfriend blast off into space.

God, Mantis’ life is weird.

So, remember how I said this is half of the end of Englehart’s run? Or I guess more specifically that half of this issue is the end of Englehart’s run?

Englehart himself has complained that half of this issue was re-written by editorial against his wishes. He has also complained that he was fired from West Coast Avengers supposedly for deadline issues but that also Marvel wouldn’t send him the pages he needed to work.

So I don’t even know if the back half of this book was even in Englehart’s script.

At least according to Englehart, Tom DeFalco had it out for him. And would do stuff like withhold the letters column.

Given that he also cites the missing text bubbles for Mantis in the previous annual, I dunno, he may be onto something.

That said.

If half of the book was rewritten, I’m guess that Marvel Unlimited pg 13 is where it starts. Because it has that hallmark of retcons.

The walls of text.

The West Coast Avengers and Mantis find where Swordsman was buried and have to clear the area since its overgrown. Hawkeye cracks a joke about the Priests of Pama not being much for lawn maintenance, perhaps forgetting the big plot point that they all died.

Wonder Man gets a bee in his bonnet about the specific way that the tree marriage and tree honeymoon played out, claiming that despite what everyone saw that day, it made a lot more sense that Swordsman’s body was just left to rot on Earth instead of being turned to energy.

And this is important because, somehow, Wonder Man has cracked this whole case wide open.

But first,

A corpse, of course.

I guess the body was left to rot. And not turned into pure thought or energy or whatever.

I hate it when Wonder Man is right about things.

Cotati Swordsman is here to Explain It All.

By stabbing Mantis.

She doesn’t much like that so she dodges out of the way and now there’s a fight. A fight that the West Coast Avengers jump into to protect their good friend Mantis.

Cotati Swordsman is one dude against a team and has a gimmicked up sword so he’s in full on stomp mode. Its like conservation of ninjas.

He shoots nerve gas out of the sword at Mantis that works on skin contact so she can’t just hold her breath. He hits Wonder Man with a force blast to mess up his ionic body. And when Vision blocks the disintegrator beam with a SOLAR BEAM, Cotati Swordsman just hits Vision with another force blast. Good enough for Wonder Man, etc.

Hawkeye is able to fight him for a bit due to his familiarity with the guy but the same is true reversed. Swordsman easily cuts a bunch of arrows out of the air.

Vision pops out of the grave intangible-style to grab Cotati Swordsman’s ankles so Wonder Man can try to disarm him.

But remember the conservation of ninja? Swordsman is able to bat Wonder Man out of the air with his sword - just the sword, not any of its built-in powers - and smack him into Vision.

Both fall against the Swordsman’s grave so Wonder Man can have a moment where he rehashes his fear of death.

Well, I guess fears don’t just go away.

Mantis recovers from the nerve gas and side kicks Cotati Swordsman.

Mantis: “You have something this one wants, Prime One -- desist in this pointless scuffle and deliver!”

I mean, she has a point. I looked ahead and there’s no reason he couldn’t just explain what he’s going to explain without all of this fight scene.

What he does do is promise what she wants is in the temple and baits her into following.

Then he traps her and throws his sword into her gut.

Oh no!

Good thing she has an extra guy!

So apparently the real Mantis has been buried alive in a grave this whole time.

Half of this book being an uncredited rewrite, I’m pretty sure this is a retcon.

Mantis going around in a plant simulacrum is from Englehart. In his Silver Surfer book, that’s how she was hanging around in space. Formed a body out of alien plants to go on space adventures.

But when she blew up and ‘died’ in the fight against the Elders, she woke up in her Connecticut home with AMNESIA. The implication is that the body in Connecticut was her real body because why wouldn’t it be? Why make this convoluted?

Well, we’re making it convoluted.

Also, Mantis is not green anymore. She could turn herself not green. But since this is her original body, I guess she’s just not green.

Except later, when she helps form the Guardians of the Galaxy. Where she’ll be green again.

Shrug.

Since Mantis has her memories back, she Explains It All.

After the tree wedding, Mantis and Prime Cotati ditched their bodies and flew off into space to fuck a Celestial Messiah into being.

Mantis: “Love, after all, is for souls, not bodies.”

Well, you clearly don’t know how fucking works. Because that’s very much for the bodies.

While Mantis and Prime Cotati are off in space fucking with their souls, the Priest of Pama bury the abandoned bodies.

The Priests of Pama were definitely dead by this point but we’re in uncredited rewrite territory. The goal is to wrap this up and fire Englehart.

After getting soul pregnant, Mantis returned to Earth to make herself a plant body because her special hybrid baby is part tree so needs a tree womb.

Sure!

Then the rest of what’s happened since the tree wedding happens.

Mantis gives birth to Sequoia, her future dirtbag son. She raises him in a Connecticut suburb so her former superhero life doesn’t disturb the air of tranquility she’s going for.

When Sequoia is old enough, the Cotati come and take him off Mantis’ hands to teach him his tree heritage.

Left with nothing to do, Mantis decided to go exploring space. We know this part. She made a plant body to hang out with Silver Surfer. Died in one of his adventures and woke up in her original plant body in Earth with AMNESIA.

The Cotati Swordsman explains that he was pretty sure that killing her near her meat body would jog her memory and force her spirit back into her original body.

Cotati Swordsman: “I am glad I surmised correctly.”

Hell of a thing to gamble on, asshole.

Then he tells Mantis to go live her best life. Because she’s done Celestial Madonna-ing. She made the Important Baby she needed to make. She took care of that pesky baby stage of things. Now she’s not needed anymore. “The child no longer needs a mother.”

And Prime Cotati wearing Swordsman is basically telling her to fuck off, she doesn’t get anything to do with her kid anymore.

Mantis tries to object or ask follow-up questions but Cotati Swordsman just moves on to talking to Hawkeye.

He bequeaths Swordsman’s sword to Hawkeye and then immediately crumbles to corpse dust and plant matter.

Hawkeye is clearly a bit perplexed by the ending of this Mantis quest but, well, it did end. Amnesia cured. He implicitly invites her to keep hanging out with the West coast Avengers.

But she needs time to process all this biz so she stays in Vietnam to meditate on a grave.

I have no doubt that if Englehart had remained as writer, Mantis would have stayed on the team. It also seems likely that if he remained as writer, the Mantis quest would not have been wrapped up this quickly. Not a single subplot in this book has wrapped up quickly.

What’s there to say here?

The rewritten part of this issue was meant to get Mantis out of the book as soon as possible because nobody likes her but Englehart and he has a habit of putting her in one of his books if he can get away with it and even if he can’t.

I like Mantis.

Mostly, that’s from her later Guardians stuff. But even in her time with the Avengers, even despite the stupid love triangle and the Celestial Madonna stuff, I liked her there too. And I liked when she got silly plant powers in Silver Surfer from fucking a tree man. And I like the tree wedding, as a joke. As a silly thing to tell people about that happened in comics.

There’s a lot of problems with the character and with Englehart’s writing for her. But I still like her.

So it is a shame that she’s in West Coast Avengers for, like, two issues.

And. Eesh. This isn’t a great wrap-up for her. Her amnesia is solved but mostly its nothing that hadn’t already been covered in her Silver Surfer appearances.

There’s a lot of problems with Englehart’s West Coast Avengers run so I’m not necessarily sad to see him go. He’s had 30ish some issues, some clunker stories, and it really is time for something new. But he’s being followed up by John “I’m going to mess up Vision” Byrne. And I don’t like that either.

So at the end of Englehart’s run, wherever it fell in this specific issue, it feels like out of the frying pan and into the fire. Because I’m gonna get Byrned. That’s the joke.

Follow @essential-avengers because I’m not a tree puppeting around a corpse of a supervillain turned superhero. And I think that gives me a lot of credibility. Like, reblog, and comment if you please. I’m lonely down here in the italics.

#avengers #essential avengers #west coast avengers #hawkeye #wonder man #the vision #scarlet witch #mantis #she's not listed as an avenger for this issue on marvel wiki #very rude #mockingbird #moon knight #tigra #swordsman #cotati swordsman #not a lot going on here #just some tree murder

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mondstaub1 · 1 year

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Fanfiction idea: Lucemond

So Sam is starting his new job at Dragarys sports one of the biggest companies for sports clothing and equipment in the country.

He is super nervous on his first day (he is rarely calm anyway) and of course gets lost. In panic over what to do, because he really doesn't want to be late on his first day, he runs straight into on of his coworkers. Who intruduces himself as Luke and is kind enought to show him the way to meet his superwiser.

In the next few weeks Sam realises there are two major problems with his new Job. 1) Some of his coworkers with whom he started the job think they are still in highschool and can bully him to their hearts contend. 2) the CEO of the company Aemond Targaryen. That man is terrifying.

The first time Sam met him he nearly fainted. He made staff cry on the regular, he was a workerhollig and a perfectonist and had really, really high standarts. Sam did not want to know what happend when these standarts were not met.

After a stressful week he sat in the cafetiria and tried not to be notice (gods it was like highschool) when the friendly face of Luke had showed up and he asked if he could sit with him. Sam agreed of course, Luke was so far the best thing this place had to offer.

Sadly Sam had to realise that his luck was to be short lived since soon after Luke had sat down, Aemond entered looking for someone and a few of his more unpleasent coworkers came over looking for trouble.

Sam wanted to sent Luke away since he did not seem like the guy who deserved or knew how to deal with beeing bullied. (To be fair neither was Sam himself)

But Luke paid them no mind, he seemed to be almost amused when the other men looked down at him with a mooking look. Sam felt like fleeing was their only option. Till Aemond walked up, because of course he did. Sam wanted to cry, he should have stayed in bed that morning.

Then come the shock or shocks to be exect.

When Aemond came closer to them Luke stood up, walked over to the older man and pulled him into a kiss. A rather passionate kiss for the workplace in Sams opinion.

Espacally when kissing your scary boss. Did Luke want to get fired or ... well killed? But no it got weirder!

Aemond kissed back! Wildly so! Like eating Luke alive so! Sam and everyone around stared in shock. But wait it got weirder!

When they seperated Aemond looked at Luke tenderly (he could do that?) and asked "What brought that on, dear nephew? NEPHEW? But wait it got weirder!

Luke the procided to taddel on the three coworkers who thought them a easy target and Aemond fired them on the spot. But wait it got weirder!

One of the coursed at Luke for radding them out (was this dude brain dead?) Sam felt like his head spinning. Aemond the walked over and ripped his eyepatch off, revealing a beautyfull saphire that made him look like a fricking super villian. But wait there is more.

Aemond then told them that they should be gratefull they were only fired because this is what Luke did to him as a child, so immagine what he would do now. Then they were thrown, yes litterly thrown out of the buildung and Luke kissed Aemond in graditued.

All the while Sam stood there like a fish out of the water. Staring like he could not belive what just happend. And then after Aemond left Luke sat down beside him like nothing had happend. Was this normal? None of the older workes seemed faced so was this normal?!

When he left that day and older man named Mr. Beesbary stopped him, grinned widely and informed him that yes this kind of thing was normal.

Sam still nealy fainted then he saw the family tree desplaid in one of the halls for the first time. What had he gotten himself into?!

#Lucemond #aemond x lucerys #modern #hotd #fluff

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kimetsu no yaiba short stories

how you two met (feat; Gyomei, Shinobu, Tengen)

tw: afab!reader, mentions of injury (blood), mentions of needles (medical supplies), cursing (from y/n), tengen being referred to as a "tall glass of water"

Shinobu

You had just arrived to the Butterfly Estate after fighting with a demon. Safe to say, you looked terrible. Your arm was covered in blood, your hair was all matted from running around, and your knees looked like they were in a fire. Even worse, everybody in the medical ward had spread rumors about what had happened to you.

"I hear she got attacked by a bear."

"Well I hear she almost fell down a hill."

"I hear she faced off with Muzan!"

By the mid afternoon, all you wanted was to be left alone, so once the sun finally set, you were finally given a chance to sleep. However, your work wasn't done just yet.

"Hello there, you're y/n-chan, right?" You heard a voice coo. You drowsily opened your eyes to see a little ravenette with big, beautiful purple eyes. She was wearing a gorgeous haori, one that looked like a butterfly, even the ornament in her hair was insect-themed. And then you fully woke up.

"Y-you're the insect hashira!"

"Aww, I'm so sorry if I startled you, were you dreaming?"

Dreaming of you, you wanted to say but decided against it. Instead, you nodded and slowly sat up. Shinobu explained that she needed to give you some medicine, you obviously agreed. The two of you talked as she took out a long needle and inserted it into your arm.

"You should try to excersize that arm for a few minutes, or else you'll feel terrible tomorrow. Can't have a beautiful slayer like yourself feeling down."

Gyomei

You were one of the village girls, unimportant, not special, just some daughter to a dead father. For the past few years, you had worked at a wisteria mansion. Apparently, that meant something special to a lot of people. Every day you had to clean the floors, sweep the steps and pathways, polish the cutlery and plates, and be ready at any moment for a 'warrior with a katana at their side'. You had originally shrugged it off, just thinking your boss was delusional. But one day that all changed.

"Misses Kameko! There's a talking crow at the gates!" You shouted as you held a broom up trying to shoo this strange, winged, whats-it-fuck off of the gate. Suddenly, you heard your boss walk out in her best kimono.

"Y/n-chan, open the gates. We have a guest."

"Since when do we have gates?"

"Just open them, girl." Mrs.Kameko said sternly.

You had no choice and opened only to see a massive man, he couldn't have been taller than seven feet. Not to mention but he was absolutely covered in blood. He looked like shit.

"Welcome to my mansion, demon slayer. Please make yourself at home, y/n here will help you around the mansion." Kameko said as you continued to stare in awe at the 'demon slayer' in front of you.

His eyes, upon closer inspection, were a eerie, mirky white with tears running down them. He smiled at y/n as she finally zoned back in and bowed, an embarrassed blush had spread across her face.

"I-i'm so sorry, let me take you to your room."

"There's no need to apologize, child, you've done no wrong."

As you led him to his room, he told you about his battle. He spoke of a demon with the body of a carp and how it had been terrorizing a nearby fishing village. As you helped him sit, you finally began to take in his injuries.

"Do I have your permission to uhm- remove your shirt?"

"Yes, thank you for asking."

The stone hashira chuckled as your carefully removed his shirt and began to ask him all sorts of questions. Where was he from? What was his job? Was he single? The last question actually made him laugh.

"I am known to lead a life of purity, however, a beautiful voice like yours might just be nice to go home to, y/n."

Tengen.

After months and months of training, fighting, and finding the strength to take out a lower moon in order to save your comrades, you had received news of your newly appointed hashira-ship, however, you wanted the exact opposite of that. You hated talking to others and were actually hoping to leave the corps soon due to constant stress and the nightmares that followed with your job.

As a new hashira, you had no choice but to meet all of the others at your first meeting. You were met by the usual stares, compliments, theaters from Sanemi, and even words of encouragement from Rengoku. You were thankful for Ubuyashiki to make everyone quiet.

"My children, as you know we have a new member joining your ranks. I would like you to meet Y/n L/n, the Wisteria Hashira."

You could hear Sanemi groan as you received your introduction. As the master went on, you couldn't help but feel a pair of beautiful fuchsia eyes on you. You looked over but the culprit had turned their head too fast. Strange, you thought, I wonder who it was.

By the time the meeting finished, you were already plotting ways of explaining to the master how you could leave, however, a tall glass of water had stepped into your way.

"So, you're L/n, huh?" He said almost as if he were superior to you.

"No, I'm the sun goddess." You shot back making him raise his eyebrows.

"You should know better than to talk back to me, I've been here longer-" You snapped and drew your katana, however, he was faster.

A loud clang rang out through the gardens as the Hashira all whipped their heads around and watched you two battle for an unspoken dominance. Tengen grinned, and surprisingly, you couldn't help but do the same. Maybe this whole Hashira thing wasn't that bad.

As always I just wanted to say thank you to everyone, I'm actually really excited to write for once. And as always, if you guys have any sort of head cannons or just requests you'd like me to write, please feel free to drop them in the ask box and I'll get to them. Ciao~

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N & S

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I will give a general answer to this, since I'm still new enough to SOC that I'm getting random ideas that need rereads and I don't feel super comfortable answering specifics:

Stronger pastiche. This seems to be shockingly rare in fandom, where many people have spent 0 time analyzing the voice of the canon and don't know what they don't know. I'd love to see more people try to actually ape the style they're inhabiting.

Realistic dialogue. I'm not saying that everyone needs to be me and spend years filling notebooks with records of extremely mundane conversations in a quest to become David Mamet, but the #1 reason I nope out of a fic is weak dialogue. I don't care that he wouldn't fucking say that, I care that he wouldn't fucking say it like that. It's in part because fandom skews young, but I wish I could take some writers by the hand and help them listen to other people more carefully, and develop their ear for it.

Maybe it's the Fandom Old in me, but it seems like people write much more safe stuff these days. I don't want a lecture on the purity of the fic in the description as if I should be ashamed to write or read about difficult or dark subjects. Write something weird and fucked up and engage your id. I don't know your mom, and if I did I wouldn't tell her. You're never gonna grow as a writer if you're too afraid of the purity police to try something different.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I read something the other day that said something like "Kaz Brekker defines himself as a man with a dead brother." and I have adopted that because it makes so much sense to me. Gratuitous personal story: I've talked about this before, but for people who don't know; I'm from Virginia and I was in college from 2003-2007. Most of my high school ended up at UVA or Virginia Tech. So on April 16, 2007 a lot of people I grew up with were shot at, and some people I grew up with died that day. I was in Maryland, at my campus job. I was standing in the classroom support office, talking to my boss (who years later you all would get to know as CancerKid, but that's another story) when my Nokia brick rang and it was my mother. I didn't answer, because it was my mother. We didn't text back in 2007, but she left me a message, which was uncommon for her. So I called my voicemail, despite the terrible service in the building. And my mom began her message with "Laurie, there's been a shooting in Blacksburg--" And then my phone cut out. What I knew then, that you don't, is that my brother was in Blacksburg that year. My older brother, who was supposed to have finished his 5-year program the year before and started teaching. But he had one more class he was taking on campus. I ran out of that room so fast that I knocked a person over and spilled something on Nat's desk. I could not breathe. All I needed was to get my mother's voicemail off the phone. I sat on the front steps on the building, shaking so hard i could barely hit the speed dial because every part of me understood that the next five words would change my life forever. They were going to start with "and your brother is" and that last word would be "dead" or "safe". And either way I was going to cry. It was safe. My brother was fine, and he continues as a thorn in my side to this day. I love him more than I know how to say. (My mother got a lecture about starting with the "everyone is okay" line that she taught me as a child. We had beef.) But for the three and a half minutes before the beginning and then end of that voicemail, I was a girl with a dead brother. I could see the rest of my life without David stretching out in front of me and it broke me. I literally was never the same after that day, because for the first time I had to acknowledge the mortality of the boy who played x-men with me and who taught me how to get onto the roof of the garage and who defended me against bullies. And I had to live with the fact that we weren't close, and we didn't talk much, and I had so many regrets. If not for that day, we would not be as close as we are now. Not half. So it's not quite the same thing, but I get it. My "one fear" t-shirt says "living in a world where i am an only child" on it. I know one day one of us will outlive the other. And I know if it's me who lives longer, I will be a woman with a dead brother for the rest of my time.

(ask me) (fandom asks)

#anonymous #talkback #meme

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The Price of Peace -Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter of a new fic!! At long last! Hope you enjoy!

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Buddy Daddies (Anime) Relationship: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei Characters: Suwa Rei, Kugi Kyuutarou, Kurusu Kazuki, Unasaka Miri, Suwa Shigeki Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Gun Violence, BloodMinor Character Death, Please don't worry as the death is not any of the main cast, They are alive and well, Getting Together, rei is a good papa Language: English Summary: When Kyuu informs Rei of a job request he's been given, he must decide what is most important to him and what he should do to protect those he's come to care about. With one last mission, he tries to put and end to this threat.

Chapter 1: Fight or Flee?

Rei sat at the bar, hand trembling as he stared at the photo Kyu had passed him. Never before had a picture of someone deemed worthy of execution made him feel so sick. If he wasn’t careful, he felt like he might pass out right there and then. “Is this a joke?” “I wouldn’t joke about this,” said Kyu pushing his glasses up. “I got that picture last night. I have two weeks to gather information on them.” “You want me to betray them?” There was an uncharacteristic bite to his voice, not unlike a wolf snarling at a stranger getting too close to their pack. “I’m only telling you the facts. In two weeks, I will hand over whatever information I collect.” He turned round, tidying up some glasses. “You know what would happen if I didn’t.” Rei was silent, eyes never moving from the photo of his partner and their daughter. “What shall I do?” “There’s not much but I’m sure you know as well as I do that there is only one way to ensure their safety.”

Gently placing the photo back down, Rei finished the coffee in front of him. “I should get started.” As he slid off the barstool, a memory stick was placed on the bar. “You’ll need this. It’s up to date and there’s not so much as an illegitimate child missed off.” “Why?” “Because I’ve seen how willing they are to stab people in the back. I didn’t want to leave myself without some sort of insurance.” Standing back up, he folded his arms. “Do what you need to. Good luck.”

The way home felt long and the memory stick weighed heavy in his pocket. The Boss had always taken away anything that Rei had cared about. Stray animals he found always seemed to wind up dead, anyone he got friendly with disappeared. And now, he’d gone too far. He didn’t know he could care like this until Kazuki had just appeared in his life; cleaning, organising and decorating the apartment. His work colleague stayed and then simply never left. Then a few years passed and they ended up with Miri who simply never left as well. Not that he wanted either of them to leave. Rei was never taught love but he knew it now.

Those two never let him forget that. Miri. Kazuki.

Rei turned a corner and looked up at the apartment block. Whatever happened, the Boss would never get his hands on them. He swore that now. And if that was the game that the Boss wanted to play… then it would be by the rules that he had taught Rei… and this would be the last time that Rei would ever play this game.

***

Kazuki stretched as he woke up. It was nice to feel well rested for once. No jobs had come their way in a while so he could actually sleep at night. The only difference was for about a week or so Rei had been acting… weird. Or weird for Rei. He’d barely touched his games and been working on something. He’d never seen him so focused on something that didn’t involve a controller and a tv screen.

Flinging the blanket off, Kazuki got up and made his way downstairs to get breakfast ready before he had to get Miri up and take her to daycare. Everything was so quite first thing, not that Kazuki minded. There was nothing wrong with some peace and quiet now and then. He rubbed and hand through his hair as his eyes fell on a couple of notes folded pieces of paper left on the counter. One was addressed to him and Miri, and the other just to him. But he knew that handwriting. Hastily, he opened the one addressed to the both of them.

Dear Kazuki, The Boss has provided me with a job. It’s dangerous. I don’t know if I’ll make it back. In the event that I’m not back by tomorrow morning, take Miri and go into hiding. Do not contact anyone. Sorry, Rei.

Dear Miri, Papa Rei loves you. Remember that. Papa Rei

Kazuki read it again, eyes wide. Bastard! Why hadn’t he mentioned any of this before!? Instead, he just runs off at some godforsaken hour on a suicide mission only leaving a couple of letters!! He snatched up the second letter, furious with his partner in crime for pulling a stunt like this… and then his anger suddenly faded as he looked down.

The second letter wasn’t folded as neatly, almost as if this had been rushed. The ink spelling his name seemed to bleed in one spot, the page slightly warped. Kazuki opened it carefully.

Kazuki I love you Rei

The handwriting was shaky; hurried but hesitant at the same time. Kazuki read the letter over again. Why did he only mention this now? He scrambled for his phone and called Rei, not even bothering to check the tracker he’d set up. It rang twice before he heard a noise coming from Rei’s room. With quick strides, Kazuki ran to the room, flinging the door open to find… the bed made and Rei’s phone left on the pillow. He let his hand slowly drop away as Rei’s voicemail message played. He’d thought of everything. Kazuki didn’t know what to do with himself. Should he try to find him? Hack his computer? Or maybe-

“PAPA KAZUKI!!”

His head shot up. Miri. Kazuki ended the call that was still ongoing.

“Coming, Miri!”

#buddy daddies fanfic #kazuki/rei #rei suwa #kazuki kusuru

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gay-salt-amber · 11 months

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For my Dottokavelone request, can I ask for if they have a surprise child? Like either finding out pregnancy or finding the baby, raising/keeping it, when the baby is 4 or so, milestones like the Sims 4 (I love and am excited for the new pack btw), and just watching that baby grow? I have no idea why but Dottore makes me makes me think of Stolas' lullaby from Helluva Boss

Pantalone was peacefully doing his job, writing responses to finance requests the majority of them were rather idiotic so he was getting tired quickly of reading requests that seemed to be for the same petty reasons. Now, he couldn't deny that he was perfect when it came to using the Fatuis funds, definitely not, but he most certainly wouldn't want to use them to try and make the Fungi in Sumeru friendly creatures, now that, is a waste of funds.

Then, he saw his boyfriend of five years enter the room, acting oddly nervous. Pantalone used to think that nervousness and fear were emotions Dottore couldn't feel at all, but he can feel fear….rarely.

“Uhm…dear? I think I did something…” Dottore hesitated to enter the office more even after Pantalone prompted him to

“What did you do this time? Waste all of the funds I gave you on a failed experiment again?” Pantalone teased, putting his quill down

The doctor shook his head and started to explain, “Well, I was trying to find a more cost-effective way to make my segments and I may have done…something…”

Pantalone raised an eyebrow, “Well, I’m waiting. Tell me.”

Dottore then showed what was in his arms, a little baby girl with blue-mint-colored hair and light-colored animal ears.

“She's a cute one isn't she?” Dottore chuckled

The banker's parental instincts kicked in quicker than the doctor thought they would, Pantalone scooped the baby into his arms and began to cradle her in his arms, Pantalone had a soft smile on his face that Dottore thought was the sweetest expression had ever seen

“Is she ours?” Pantalone asked

Dottore nodded, softly touching her head and giving the baby head a kiss, “She is, she's our baby.”

Pantalone began to cry which concerned Dottore, “W-why are you crying? What's wrong?” “I…I haven't been able to hold a baby like this since my brother was small, I miss taking care of children, they make me happy.”

Dottore then understood why the glasses-wearing man acted like a mom, and he kissed Pantalone, “I’m glad you’re happy, dear.”

The two of them sat there in silence for a little while, looking at the baby that was now going to be their child, Pantalone could care less about his work right now, he was looking at his baby, his daughter. His whole world.

Pantalone turned to Dottore for a moment, “What do you want to name her, dear?”

Dottore thought for a moment, “Well since she's such a cute and sweet baby, how about we name her Sucrose? You know, like table sugar?”

He nodded, “Alright, that works. I like that.”

“My baby…we’re really parents now, aren’t we?” Dottore finally had this reality setting in inside his mind

“Yes, and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

–

Sucrose was happily playing with her toys, all of them were made by dottore except about four of them that were Christmas gifts from the other Fatui Harbingers. She was humming happily until she noticed one of her plushie's heads was broken, instead of crying like she normally would, she decided to go ask one of her parents to fix it. She went to Dottores lab and stood on a chair, opened the door, and walked in.

Dottore was currently experimenting on a human body, one that was very freshly dead…were they killed by Dottores hands? Maybe, maybe not. This was the first time Sucrose had ever been in Dottores lab but she wasn't stupid about what happened in there, she knew her dad walked out of there covered in blood, she knew something was going on but she was never scared of it.

She tapped Dottore on the leg, “Daddy? I broke Filicas arm…can you fix her?” Dottore instantly put the scalpel down and took the toy to fix it, “You know you shouldn't be in your father's lab, I don't want you to be scared by anything.”

Sucrose looked around, seeing all the organs on the tables and experiments that were rather gruesome, “See? I told you-”

Sucrose looked up at her dad in awe, “Can you teach me to do what you do, Daddy?”

The doctor was surprised, he almost dropped Sucrose’s doll, “Wait, what? You want to learn about all this gross stuff that I do?”

Sucrose nodded, “Mhm, mhm! I think it's really cool, Daddy!”

Dottore felt his heart flutter at someone being interested in his work, he finished fixing Filicas broken arm and picked Sucrose up in his arms, “How about I teach you about the experiment I’m doing right now? You don't mind seeing your dad cut someone open, do you?”

Sucrose shook her head, “No, teach me! Teach me!”

Dottore loved Sucrose’s enthusiasm, so, he began to continue his experiment while Sucrose was on his shoulders, all while explaining everything he was doing to her.

–

Sucrose was writing a paper for school when she heard someone knocking on her door, her head perked up, “Come in!”

Pantalone came into Sucrose’s room with a blonde man who Sucrose didn't recognize. He wore Sumeru clothing that Sucrose had only seen on a few people in Mondstadt, she was confused, “Who that?” She asked

Pantalone smiled and said, “Well kiddo, this is Kaveh. He's a very accomplished architect from Sumeru. Your father and I have been dating him for a while, though, since me and him live in Snezhnanya, you’ve never been able to meet him, but, I figured that the first thing we do when he got here was to introduce you two.”

Sucrose smiled, “Oh! I’m Sucrose! Its a pleasure to meet you sir, thank you for making my parents happy!”

Kaveh shared a similar smile, Pantalone knew they’d get along very well.

After a while, they were eating dinner together and Kaveh was the first one to talk to Sucrose, trying to break the ice,

“So, Sucrose, what type of things are you into?” Sucrose’s head perked up, “Well, I really like alchemy but theres nobody around here that can really teach me…well, maybe Rosalyne but she kind of scares me…”

The architect thought for a moment, “Well, I have an alchemist friend who lives in Mondstadt, his name is Albedo, have you met him before?” The girls eyes widened, “Of course! Hes the chief alchemist of The Knights of Favonius! Hes one of the best alchemists in the world!”

Kaveh wrote down a few things on a piece of paper, “Well, he's looking for an apprentice whos interested in being his assistant and learning a lot,” He handed Sucrose the paper with an address, “Here, go talk to him the next time you’re in the city, he’d be happy to teach you.”

Dottore clapped, “Oh that's exciting~ Don't forget all the things I taught you though, perhaps you can use those things to impress him.”

Sucrose chuckled a bit, “I’m sure I can,” She turned back to Kaveh, “Thank you Kaveh, I appreciate it a lot.”

–

This was the start of Sucrose’s life, the start of her training!... Now the only thing holding her back was her parents crying at Mondstadts entrance about their baby being all grown up and being oh so talented…Shes going to be late, isnt she?

#dottore #kaveh #pantalone #dottokavelone #kaveh x dottore x pantalone #sucrose #sucrose is dottores daughter #genshin impact #gay #writing

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Sister's N Time Chap.8-Battle for the Award 42

Thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!!

Sorry for the wait! I was hoping to get this fic done around the time I started my new job hours, but life stuff got in the way, as well as other fanfics that I was working on. Though I took my time working on this fic.

In case anyone asks, for this fanfic I decided to follow a weird format and then in-game order (I know while you're in the middle of Dead Bird Studios you can go to Subcon right in between, but for this AU everything is in order, so next chapter we will be going to Subcon!

Also just another little note; I was originally gonna make the winner of the Bird Move Awards the one I won in the main game, but I sadly don’t remember now. So I picked randomly.

Enjoy!

For the past three days, Hat Kid headed back to Mafia Town as she was called back down to Mafia Town to attend to some business while Mu and Molly just chilled on the ship. Any day now they should be getting their invitations for the Bird Movie Awards to see who won the award for this year.

Hat Kid teleported back to her ship and glared at Mu, who was confused as to why the alien child was glaring at her. “What?” She asked.

“So I was in Mafia Town checking if we missed any Time Pieces and I found this!” She yelled as she showed Mu a jar with pink jelly and eyes.

The jar glared at Mu, while the latter just gave a smug smile and crossed her arms.”You!” The familiar voice of Mafia Boss shouted through the jar.

“Well, well, well. How does it feel being turned into mush and stuffed into a jar?” Mu asked.

“How did you get the time to do all this?” Hat Kid asked.

“Remember when I flooded Mafia Town with lava?” Mu asked back.

How could Hat Kid forget? Everything around her felt over 120 degrees. It then clicked in her mind that Mu did all this while she was asleep, even turning Mafia Boss into a mush jar.

“You did this as well?” Hat Kid answered.

“Ding! Ding Ding! You’re correct!” Mu beamed.

“I remember everything she did to me.” Mafia Boss shivered as he thought of all the horrible things Mu had done to him.

Hat Kid rubbed the jar like she was rubbing the Mafia Boss’s back. She then glared at Mu, “you are evil.” She growled.

Mu glared back at the alien child. “Hey, I’m a hero of justice, not a villain!” Mu snapped back.

“Look the Mafia may have taken away your home, but now you're being just as bad as them!” Hat Kid yelled.

Mu felt her fist clenched as she raised it in the air ready to punch Hat Kid in the face. Hat Kid braced herself, but the two heard the phone ring and Molly ran from the kitchen to answer the phone.

“I’ll get it!” Molly beamed. The young girl went to another room not noticing her older sister was about to hurt Hat Kid. Mu put her first down as she and Hat Kid turned to see Molly enter the room and answered the phone. The two looked at each other and after putting Mafia Boss down gently on the floor they followed Molly into the room and saw her finishing up the phone call.

“Okay! See you soon!” Molly hung up and turned to her older sister and her friend with a big smile. “The Award Ceremony is tonight!” The young girl cheered as she hugged the two older girls tightly. “I can’t wait to see who won!”

Hat Kid and Mu chuckled to show they too were excited but gave a small glare at one another knowing one of them won helping the bird directors.

Later at night, the three girls made it to Dead Bird Studios and sat down as an owl was about to announce the winner. Despite The Conductor and DJ Grooves as well as their little divas seated next to each other the tension surrounding them was so thick that a knife won’t be able to cut it.

One of the Express Owls cleared its throat trying to loosen the tension between the two birds. “A-anyways, this year's winner for the Bird Movie Awards is…” his voice trailed off as he struggled to open the envelope to reveal who won. “J-just give me a minute.” He chuckled.

“Well hurry up!” Conductor shouted.

The Express Owl chuckled as he got the envelope open and tried to get the paper unfolded to reveal who won the Bird Movie Awards. “And the winner is…DJ Grooves!”

The Moon Penguin and the mustache sisters cheered in celebration. Hat Kid sighed that she lost, but gave a small smile seeing the Mustache sisters happy that they won. The Conductor on the other hand growled and marched out as he yelled a few not-so-nice words about his loss. The Express Owls went after the director in hopes to calm him down before he did something else he’d end up regretting later.

Hat Kid sighed and got up to walk over to the three winners and smiled at them. “Congratulations you three!” She beamed.

“Thanks, Hat Kid!” Molly replied. “You guys did great too!”

Hat Kid smiled, “Thank you, Molly.” Molly giggled in response. “You know I was wondering why don’t I call Cooking Cat and ask her to cook something you guys like in celebration of your win?” She asked.

Molly gasped. “Really?” She asked.

“Really.” Hat Kid replied. Molly smiled excitedly to enjoy an amazing dinner with her sister and friends. Mu, on the other hand, glared as Hat Kid was interfering again, but there was food so she shouldn’t be too mad.

Hat Kid teleported the sisters up back to her ship and once they were back Hat Kid walked to her kitchen. Mu was about to follow, but saw Molly was missing. “Molly? Molly?!” Mu yelled.

“What’s going on?” Hat Kid asked.

“You forgot Molly!” Mu yelled.

Hat Kid looked to where Mu was standing and saw she was correct; Molly wasn’t there! Mu glared and pushed Hat Kid towards the wall. The latter gasped feeling the pain rush through her through her head.

“How stupid can you be!” Mu screamed. “You forgot to teleport my sister!”

“S-sorry!” Hat Kid apologized. Mu then slammed Hat Kid to the wall again causing Hat Kid to yell in pain.

“Sorry? SORRY? You forgot to teleport my little sister and all you can say is sorry!” Mu raised her fist and Hat Kid braced herself for the hit, but she didn’t feel Mu’s fist slam into her face as the phone rang.

“Thank the stars,” Hat Kid thought.

Mu dropped Hat Kid and walked towards the phone, and slowly answered it. “Hello?” Mu asked.

There was deep breathing on the other end of the call. “The annual bird movie awards were rigged.” A deep voice said.

“Who is this?” Mu asked again.

“He was told about how the Time Pieces work and is going to break it.” The voice said again.

“Who told you!?”

“The little one.”

Mu’s eyes widened as her anger turned furry. “If you hurt my little sister, I will turn you guys from director birds to roasted birds!” She threatened.

The voice on the other end of the phone didn’t react to Mu’s threat. “The truth lies buried underneath Dead Bird Studio. What goes on in Dead Bird Studio when no one is around?” Soon the voice hung up as Mu dropped the phone.

Hat Kid gulped and picked up her hat as she walked over to the mustache girl. “M-Mu?” She asked.

It took Mu a moment to respond, “They took her.” Mu whispered.

“Who?” Hat Kid asked.

Mu didn’t respond and ran to the telescope to teleport herself back to Dead Bird Studios. Once making it back to Dead Bird Studios, the atmosphere felt different than it was before.

All the lights were off except for the emergency lights as well as the sign of the studio, and there was no one there. Mu expected they could've been some party right about now, but nothing. “Molly!” Mu yelled. “Where are you?” Mu got no response and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Frustrated, Mu looked to find a way to get in or to break the door open. As she looked, she saw that the vent was open and smiled. “Bingo!” She beamed.

Mu ran to the vent and jumped up trying to reach it, but the vent was high up that she couldn’t. Mu glared and once more she jumped as high as she could, only for someone to grab her and pulled her up. “Phew, thanks Hat Kid.” She said, before her eyes widened, and turned to see it was the alien child who helped her up. “Hat Kid?”

“Look I know you hate me for forgetting to teleport Molly, but I need to make this right.” Hat Kid explained. “So please let me help you.”

“Why? You never helped me!” Mu yelled.

“I have!” Hat Kid yelled. “I helped stop the Mafia with you!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t give me a Time Piece afterward, and we never become Crime fighting Time Travelers.”

Hat Kid sighed as that was not the time to be arguing about. “Look, Molly is your little sister and it’s my fault that I didn’t teleport her in time.” She explained. “But we need to work together again to find her.”

Mu looked at Hat Kid and knew she was right. “Fine.” She groaned. “But I’m taking the lead!” Hat Kid gave a small smile and nodded as the two went through the vent and into the recording studio which was pitch black.

“Jeez, it feels creepier here than in the daytime.” Hat Kid commented.

“Well they're done with movies, and they're off celebrating somewhere,” Mu explained. Mu was about to take a step and almost fell if not for Hat Kid grabbing her by the cape. Mu sighed, and turned to Hat Kid who quickly let go of her cape. “If we had a flashlight, we wouldn't go falling off places.”

Mu didn’t need to ask Hat Kid twice, the latter removed her hat and started to dig through as she took out a green glow stick. She gave the glow stick a shake and soon a bright green light illuminated the studio. “I won’t ask,” Mu said as she took the glow stick and kept walking in the studio.

The two girls could find their way through the studio but saw everything was closed or blocked. “Now where do we go?” Mu asked.

The two continued to look through the studio before Hat Kid leaned on the wall, accidentally pressing a button. Soon a bell rang and a door opened. “Mu! Over here!” Hat Kid yelled.

Mu turned to see Hat Kid inside an elevator and walked inside. The doors slowly closed as Hat Kid only saw one button and pressed it. Once the doors were closed the elevators went down.

The elevator ride felt slow, but once the bell rang letting them know it arrived at the basement level. Once they took a step into the room they saw it filled with boxes of old props and letters. At first, Mu thought it was fan mail, but upon opening one of the letters she saw it was unpaid bills. “Ugh,” She said in disgust. “For directors, they sure need to pay their taxes and bills.” She threw the opened letter back into the pile.

“This isn’t time to check their mail. We need to find your sister.” Hat Kid told her.

“I know that,” Mu replied. The two kept on walking, and soon Hat Kid stopped as her eyes widened seeing where they needed to go next from here. Hat Kid grabbed Mu again before she could almost fall. “Now what?” Hat Kid pointed to the path below, and Mu’s eyes widened seeing their path was a bunch of tight ropes. One wrong step and both could fall below the abyss. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” Mu screamed.

It started to feel like an hour, but soon enough the girls finally got through the tight ropes, some of which had electrical currents going through them, and they finally made it to the other side. Hat Kid heard something from one of the boarded-up doors and pressed her ears towards it. “I hear someone.” Hat Kid whispered.

Hat Kid couldn’t hear it, but it sounded like DJ Grooves and he was talking with someone. However, she couldn’t hear if there was someone in the room with him. Hat Kid ushered Mu to hear, and soon she did the same. Mu couldn’t hear exactly what DJ Grooves was discussing. “I can’t hear what they're saying,” Mu said.

“Hey! Who’s there?” DJ Grooves asked. Hat Kid and Mu squeaked and quickly booked it and hid. DJ Grooves didn’t open the door, but he did check to see if anyone was outside. Seeing no one, DJ Grooves walked away, and the girls heard what sounded like another door opening and the Moon Penguin director leaving the area.

“Come on,” Mu told Hat Kid. Hat Kid nodded and they kept on going. Soon enough, the girls found a door and saw a bunch of boxes stacked as high as towers. This made Mu and Hat Kid feel like they were stuck in a maze. “How does a director find their way around this?”

Hat Kid smiled as she closed her eyes. Soon, her hat went up in the air and Hat Kid smiled as she made her way through the maze. Mu then followed after Hat Kid and started to see the alien child going through the path like she knew where to go. Hat Kid then stopped and used her hat again to find the next path to take.

“How do you know where to go?” Mu asked.

Hat Kid took off her hat and smiled. “My hat can sense where to go,” she explained. “All I have to do is think about where we need to go, and my hat will guide the way.”

Mu raised an eyebrow, “How does a hat find a way?” She asked.

“Not just any hat, my hat.” Hat Kid answered. “Just follow my path and we’ll make it to where Molly is located.” Mu rolled her eyes and followed Hat Kid, however, the path ended up being more climbing and jumping. Mu started to feel tired, as she couldn’t catch up to Hat Kid’s speed. There were times Hat Kid had to grab Mu before she could fall, or that she couldn’t jump as high.

After what felt like another hour, the girls made it to a room where there were a bunch of switches and chords. Hat Kid looked at the closed door and knew these wires were to open the door. “Okay, this is where we split off and look for the switches to open this door.” Hat Kid explained.

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” Mu yelled as she ran off to look for the switches. Hat Kid sighed and went her way to find the switches. It wasn’t hard for the girls to find the switches to open the door, and once the door was open it was smooth sailing from here.

Hat Kid and Mu were walking through a hallway before finding another elevator and taking it downstairs. Once the bell rang the two girls came out of the elevator and saw DJ Grooves with his back turned away from the girls.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here, darlings! I guess you two have found my little secret.” DJ Groves said.

“Enough chatter!” Mu yelled. “Where’s Molly?”

“Oh don’t worry little darling! Your sister is fine.” DJ Grooves explained. “She told me everything I need to know about these Time Pieces.” He then pulled out a Time Piece. “This is the last Time Piece, and it’s all for me, darling! If you want it, well…I guess you have to come and get it.”

Mu glared as she growled and let out a yell to attack the Moon Penguin director, but he jumped out of the way and slammed into the ground. “Mu!” Hat Kid yelled. Before she could check up on the other girl, DJ Grooves was about to attack again, and Hat Kid quickly jumped out of the way. Hat Kid grabbed her umbrella and waited for Grooves to come to tackle her again. When he did, she moved to the side and smacked him with her umbrella.

DJ Grooves jumped out of the way, and Hat Kid saw a shadow looming above her. She looked above to see the spotlights ready to fall on her and Mu. Quickly, she grabbed Mu and got out of the way of the lights.

Hat Kid was about to attack DJ Grooves again, but Mu stepped in and took the next hit. Soon the Moon Penguin director appeared on a golden disco ball and slammed it to the ground causing the girls to lose their balance.

“Mu! I got a plan!” Hat Kid yelled. “We need to attack at the same time that way-” Hat Kid got cut off when Mu went to attack DJ Grooves again. DJ Grooves took a bit more damage before he stood down.

“Give up, huh?” Mu asked. “Well, now it’s time to tell me where my sister is!” Mu went to attack DJ Grooves one last time, but Hat Kid gasped when she saw something shine in DJ Grooves' coat.

“Mu stop!” Hat Kid yelled, switching to her speed hat. When she did she pushed Mu to the side before DJ Grooves used a knife to slash her.

“What was that for?!” Mu shouted as she pushed Hat Kid off her.

Hat Kid scoffed. “I just saved your life!” She shouted back.

“How?” Mu asked. Hat Kid was about to reply, but Mu saw DJ Grooves ready to slash the girls again. Realizing why Hat Kid shoved her out of the way, she ended up doing the same.

Soon the lights went off and Hat Kid or Mu couldn’t see anything, but Hat Kid saw something shine and she and Mu both got out of the way. “Come on, Mu!” Hat Kid yelled. “We have to work together to stop him!”

“Which means asking where Molly is!” Mu yelled in reply as she went to attack the bird director again, but this time he missed and struck Mu back. Mu was able to escape the fight and Hat Kid went in to attack with her umbrella.

It took them a while of fighting, and it got to the point where cars were used. After what felt like forever, DJ Grooves stood down and the lights went off except for one spotlight that went on him.

Mu smirked and gave out a chuckle. “Giving up, are we?” She asked. DJ Grooves didn’t respond, which made Mu walk toward him. She stopped when a spotlight turned up and DJ Grooves was seated at the table with two empty chairs in front of him.

“Let’s have a chat, darlings.” DJ Grooves said. “Have a seat.”

Hat Kid and Mu looked at each other, and with caution, they sat down and faced the Moon Penguin director. DJ Grooves then turned his gaze onto Hat Kid. “Now from what I heard from the little darling since you arrived these Time Pieces have fallen from the sky.”

“Y-yeah.” Hat Kid replied.

“Now I understand they belong to you, darling.” DJ Grooves continued. “But did you know these Time Pieces allow for rewinding time?”

“I mean yeah, I practically grew up living with them.”

DJ Grooves chuckled over Hat Kid’s response. “With one of these Time Pieces, I can reclaim all the trophies I’ve got stolen from me by the Conductor.” He explained. “That bird cheated his way to victory, now I can’t be certain, but the Conductor has been manipulating everything so I won’t win.”

This interested Mu, “You mean, he might have taken my little sister?” She asked.

“Oh no, darling.” DJ Grooves chuckled. “That was all me.”

Mu glared. “So then why should we help you!?”

“Come on, darling.” DJ Grooves begged. “All I need is one Time Piece to fix years of cheating and fraud. Can you just spare me one?”

Hat Kid knew her answer, but she had to think about how to reveal it before he stabs her or Mu. “Well, as much as we could give it to you, you may end up ruining your career if just one person or bird messes up. You should keep your career as a director then lose it.” Hat Kid thought. She smiled thinking that the delivery was perfect. Hat Kid was about to speak, but Mu cut her off.

“You’d think we should help you?!” Mu asked. Hat Kid’s eyes widened knowing Mu has just dug a deeper grave for them. “You took my sister, and have the most selfish reason for using the Time Piece! I mean, who uses a Time Piece to win some award? There are winners and there are losers, that’s how life is buddy, so grow up!”

Hat Kid’s mouth dropped and she blinked in shock. Yeah, at this point Mu dug the two into a deep grave they’ll never get out of.

DJ Groves didn’t react. He just stared at the two girls blankly. “I see.” He said. “Well thank you for your answer, darling.” Soon he clapped and underneath the table a wire tied around both Hat Kid and Mu’s arms.

“Oh no. I know this bomb.” Hat Kid said.

“B-bomb? What bomb?” Mu asked, scared.

“Oh this bomb belonged to the Hat Darling, I stole it from the Conductor’s movie set.” DJ Grooves answered. “Now it will be both of your demises.”

Hat Kid and Mu looked at the bomb and soon it started ticking down from 80. The girls screamed and struggled to get the bomb off them. “Come on! Come on!” Mu yelled. As the two struggled to get the bomb off them, DJ Grooves chuckled as he let out a saw blade to attack the girls.

“Look out!” Hat Kid yelled. She pulled Mu out of the way of the blades, but because the bomb was tied to them it pulled them down to the ground. Mu saw one blade coming towards them and quickly moves to the other side hoping the blade would cut through the bomb. Sadly, it didn’t work.

“Now what?” Mu asked.

Before Hat Kid could answer, she saw DJ Grooves ready to attack. “Just run!” She yelled. Mu nodded and the two girls started running and dodging when the director threw blades toward their way.

“Here!” DJ Grooves started. “I…” Hat Kid and Mu braced themselves.

“Come!”

Hat Kid and Mu tried to dodge the attack, but the Moon Penguin director got to them first.

Mu and Hat Kid groaned as they slowly got up. There was no way for them to attack DJ Grooves being tied up with an explosive device on their wrist.

They felt all hope was lost until a familiar voice called out to them.

“Sissy!”

“Lassie!”

Hat Kid and Mu looked up to see Molly and the Conductor in the crowd. Mu was relieved to see Molly had no scratch on her.

“Molly!” Mu beamed.

“Conductor!” Hat Kid beamed at the same time as Mu.

“Hang on you two! We got something to defuse the bomb!” Conductor shouted.

“Hurry!” Mu screamed.

There were only 25 seconds left on the bomb, and many things were going on at once. Conductor and Molly looking for the defuser, and Mu and Hat Kid running away from DJ Grooves while trying their best to fight him.

Soon the bomb was now on 10 seconds remaining. “Lassie! We got the diffuser!” Conductor shouted.

Hat Kid and Mu smiled and they ran towards the Conductor as he and Molly cut the bomb off them. Once it was off DJ Grooves froze as Hat Kid and Mu turned their gaze on the Moon Penguin director. The latter froze as the girls had looks that could kill, literally.

“Oh…peck…” DJ Grooves mumbled knowing now he was in for a world of hurt.

It took minutes, but Hat Kid and Mu beat up DJ Grooves and won the Time Piece from him. Conductor laughed as two of his Express Owls recorded the entire thing. “Oh, I can't wait to show this at next year’s Annual Bird Movie Awards.”

Molly giggled knowing that DJ Grooves does deserve it.

Later, Hat Kid, Mu, and Molly teleported back on the ship, exhausted from the battle they all went through. “So what happened Molly?” Mu asked.

“Well as we were teleporting, DJ Grooves pulled me aside and asked me about the Time Pieces. Apparently, one of the Moon Penguins dropped it and time went backward and he wanted me to explain more.” Molly explained. “I-I only told him that they rewind time and are fuel for your ship, but I think he ignored me when I told him about the ship fuel part.”

Hat Kid sighed and frowned. It seems more and more people on the planet are slowly finding out about the Time Pieces and are ready to use them for their own needs, not knowing the consequences. The fear of who else knows or has her Time Pieces as well made the young alien worry.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Mu asked.

Molly shook her head. “He just told me to stay in his office and Conductor came by and found me. He told me what was going on and we had to rush over to find you.”

Mu felt some relief that DJ Grooves didn’t hurt her. Though she was pissed off he locked her in an office room.

Soon enough, Cooking Cat came out of the kitchen with a smile on her face. “Girls, dinner is ready!” She called out. Hat Kid smiled and made her way towards the kitchen with Mu and Molly right behind her.

“You and Hat Kid were amazing out there,” Molly said.

Mu’s eyes widened, the whole time looking for Molly, she didn’t realize that she and Hat Kid worked together. “W-well we had to, but that doesn’t change anything between us!”

Molly giggled. “Sure…”

“I’m serious Molly! I had no choice because I might’ve died without her help.”

“Just admit it, you want to be friends with her again.”

Mu froze and turned away from her sister. Mu thought about it, was Hat Kid and her still friends? Or did just some small part of her wanted to keep Hat Kid as a friend? As Mu thought the voice in her head reminded her of how Hat Kid would never give her the Time Piece even if they do become friends again.

“No Molly,” Mu replied. “I don’t see her as a friend.” Mu then walked towards the kitchen not seeing the frown form on her little sister’s face.

#Sisters N Time AU #Sisters N Time #ahit au #ahit mustache girl #mustache girl #beta mustache girl #hat kid #dj grooves #ahit the conductor

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crybaby-and-hoo-ha · 5 months

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Attack 5

Chapter 2

Riley Xian had been working for the Attack 5 agency for about two years. When she ran away from her toxic household, she had been searching for a job, in dire need of money so she could hide from her parents. All her life her parents had been telling her how to live to the point where she was just their little puppet. An extension of their old life and a constant reminder of all that they failed to be.

When she ran away the identity of who she thought she was crumbled. After a while, she met her girlfriend, Claire. Claire was the only one she could trust and the one he helped her back onto her feet when she fell.

The piercing screech of Riley's alarm clock jolted the blue haired girl out of her sleep. Riley grumbled and slammed her fist on the already damaged clock while wincing at the bright luminescent red glow of the digital numbers.

She reluctantly slid out of the warmth and safety of the blankets with a scowl painted on her face. She opened her closet drawer and grabbed her work clothing. A black leather vest with colorful patches, a navy blue shirt, and gray jeans.

She trudged into the kitchen, the sound of her girlfriend humming melted her cold expression a bit. Riley silently sat down at the kitchen table as Claire looked over her shoulder.

"Hey honey! How did you sleep?" Claire asked in a cheery and gentle voice, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"Fine. Jimmy said that there's a new hire at work." Riley answered in a groggy and tired voice. Jimmy was Riley's boss and also the owner of the Attack 5 agency.

Claire raised a brow and walked over with a cream cheese bagel in hand. She set it down and sat next to her girlfriend.

"Oh? If they cause you any trouble, tell me. I'll charge them double the next time they get coffee," Claire giggled with a grin. Claire was a barista at the local Starbucks. The pay was just enough to get them by.

Riley playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed Claire's hand while taking a bite out of the bagel. After eating the bagel, she got up and finished her morning routine by brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, and packing her bag for work.

"Alright, I've gotta go. Bye Claire," Riley said, giving her girlfriend a tender kiss on the cheek before heading out into the chilly January morning.

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When she walked into the office, she was immediately greeted by her boss's adopted kid, Gray. Gray lunged at Riley and attached onto her leg like a human leech.

"Hi Riley. How's Claire?" Gray asked with a mischievous grin plastered on their face.

"Get off of me you disabled fetus," Riley retorted while prying the gremlin-like child off her leg. Gray fell flat on their back with a soft thud, sprawled out on the carpet like a dead starfish.

"Ugh. I hate children." Riley thought to herself as she stepped over Gray's body. Riley walked into Jimmy's office to find a new face staring back at her. He was a tall brunette man with long hair. He was wearing a hoodie and a black t-shirt. He faintly smelled of cheap coffee and chocolate.

"Um, Hello? I'm Max. I'm, uh, supposed to be your new coworker?" Max said with a nervous grin. In Riley's mind, he was trying too hard to be friends with her so she just shrugged half heartedly.

"Oh. So my new coworker is a hairless Sasquatch? Great. Just peachy." Riley mumbled with her arms folded and her eyebrow raised. Max looked visibly stressed out by her comment and stayed quiet. "Anyways, Jimmy, I need the file on the next mission because your kid keeps replacing all the info with egg salad recipes."

Jimmy furrowed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"What am I going to do with you guys...?" Jimmy muttered under his breath while shaking his head. Jimmy opens a file cabinet and rummages around for a bit before pulling out a cream yellow file. He handed it curtly to Riley while standing up and running his fingers through his slicked back raven hair.

"I'm gonna go talk to them about it..." Jimmy sighed while walking out the door. That left Max and Riley standing in awkward silence. The only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioner and Max's nervous shuffling.

"So why did you join this hell hole?" Riley asked, the snark and disdain clear in her voice as she looked up at the tall man.

"I, um, my baking company ran out of money" He answered while his eyes darted around the room, never staying in one spot for more than a few seconds. "So... um... what kind of work do we do here?"

"Did you not read the job description?" Riley inquired before pausing. "Let me guess. You opened the file and there was an egg salad recipe."

A look of confusion and a bit of fear was written across his face,

"How did you....?"

"Gray tends to do that a lot. Gray is the tiny short one." Riley explained when suddenly, as if on cue, the door burst open and a blur of white and green came tumbling in. Gray landed face first on the floor right between them.

"Are they, you know, okay?" Max asked while tapping Gray with his foot. Gray popped up, their green spiral goggles falling lopsided on their face. They dusted themselves off before sticking out their hand for Max to shake.

"HEY THERE! I'm Gray, I like to super glue people to walls and-" They were interrupted by Riley smacking a hand over their mouth.

"Stop. Terrorizing. The. New. Hires." Riley growled menacingly, her eyes piercing into Gray's soul. Gray seemed completely unaffected by the threatening undertone as they looked Riley right in the eye and said,

"Nu uh,"

Riley felt the rage start to bubble as she grabbed Gray by the collar of their shirt. Her blood boiling with fury and hatred.

"Listen here you little prick-" Riley paused when she saw Jimmy standing in the doorway, glaring at the trio.

"I'm gonna ignore the fact that you just tried to strangle my kid. Anyways, we have work to do. Everyone, please have a seat"

#WLW #sfw #please vote #please reblog #please share #lgtbqia+#short story #unpopular #oc #original character #new writer boost #new writers on tumblr #autistic coded character #gay

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patrickswhore · 3 years

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Karl Heisenberg X male reader

A/n: i couldn’t find any gifs of my daddy so I made one 😂 also sorry for not updating for a while, schools been tough but I’m in self isolation so I have plenty of time to write 😂 also light smut towards the end.

I stood at the back of my house, chopping wood for the burner. The snow fell heavy, making the wood crunch as it hit the cold ground.

I could see my breath as I breathed out in exhaustion. This winter was gonna be tough for me and my family. As the only man in my household and newly turned 21, I was just waiting for my sisters to play match makers and find me a young lady... hopefully that would be a while. In my village, being attracted to the same gender isn’t really a thing. So I’ll just have to suck it up, marry and have kids... you know, conform to society.

I walked inside with the lumber, shaking to get the snow off me like a wet dog. I placed it by the fireplace and threw a few blocks on the fire.

I hung my jacket on the coat rack and walked to the living room where my sister was sitting, chatting with a friend and drinking tea.

“Where’ve you been, (Y/N)? Fooling around with a lady?” My sister asked sarcastically, making fun of my lack of luck with women.

“Very funny, Paula” I rolled my eyes and walked into my moms bedroom, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Mother was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling. I knelt by her side, taking her hand. Ever since father passed away she hasn’t been the same, she lays in bed all day, not talking nor eating much.

“How are you feeling, mother?”

“....”

“I haven’t found a job yet.. but I promise I’ll find the money for your medicine, mother.... I promise”

She didn’t answer, she just kept on staring. I sighed and walked out the room, closing the door softly behind me.

“(Y/N), one of the neighbours came with this letter for you when you were out”

My sister handed me a letter, my name on the front in a crude handwriting. I opened the letter, it had a beautiful wax seal, decorated with a horse. The letter read:

Dear (Y/N)

Congratulations on your 21th birthday. You’ve been selected to come work for Karl Heisenberg at the factory on the outskirts of town. You’ve been selected because of your high grades and physical attributes. Please report to the factory as quickly as possible.

Kind regards, Karl Heisenberg.

My heart skipped a beat, Karl Heisenberg was asking me to come work for him. I couldn’t believe it, I rushed to me and my sisters room, quickly putting on some clean clothes and my prayer shoes. I ran into my mothers room, kneeling besides her once again.

“Mother, great news! I’m gonna go work for Lord Heisenberg...”

“.....”

“I love you mother, I’ll be back soon”

I rushed out, giving my sister a peak on the forehead and storming out the front door and into the freezing weather.

I walked up the hill to the metal doors, the factory was up and running, making a hell of a lot of noise. I banged on the heavy doors before it slowly opened on its own, revealing a room filled with scrap metal.

I heard the cracking sound of an intercom before hearing a low voice speaking.

“Ah! (Y/N) great you’re here so quickly. Please make your way to my office, all you have to do is make a left where you are and walk straight. It’s as easy as that, I’ll be waiting”

That must be lord Heisenberg speaking. I straighten up and walked as I had been instructed to. The condors were cramped and dimly lit by red lamps. I felt like the further into the factory I got, the more a putrid smell started to emerge. I finally reached the door, knocking two times.

“Yeah come on in!”

I slowly pushed open the metal door and was pleased that the wretched smell was now being overpowered by the scent of cigar smoke. There he sat, his back turned to me as I slowly shut the door. His hair was long and rugged, and he was toying with a small knife between his fingers.

“It’s great to finally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N). My men has had their eyes on you for a while, but you’re more impressive in person” the man stood up, he was taller then me to start with, but also physically more pumped. I was kinda scrawny, but the winter without my farther had put some meat on my bones.

“It’s an honor to be able to work for you, lord” I bowed my head slightly before looking up and finding him much closer then before. He put a finger under my chin, inspecting my face from different angels.

“My men were right, you surely are a very beautiful man”

My breath hitched in my throat.

“I beg you pardon?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, boy... we both know what you are”

“So that’s why you brought me here... not for work”

“Well a special kind of work, if you catch my drift”

“....”

He let go of my chin, moving a step back. I couldn’t deny it, he was extremely hot, but the thought of not being able to sustain my family drove me mad.

“Don’t worry, you’re getting a job at the factory too, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your services.. I know how much your family needs the money”

A stone lifted from my heart. What had I done for mother Miranda to gift me with such fortune? A well paying job and a handsome boss, who could ask for more?

“When do I start?”

“Well, immediately. But first, I have a question” he asked walking closer to me, slowly pushing me against the wall behind us. One hand on the wall besides my head and the other on my waist.

“Do you find me attractive?” His head was inching closer to my neck. His smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, cologne and rusty metal. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yes, very much”

“Good, because I need you to fix something for me” he grabbed my wrist with the hand from my waist and guided it to his crotch. I cupped his growing bugle as he made a low growling noise, almost like a dog. I started to softly stroke it as he removed his head from my neck, setting his hat on a nearby table before going back to my neck, kissing and biting along the side. I softly grabbed his dick, sending a shockwave through his body. He pulled back, looking at me through his sunglasses, I could slightly see his eyes which were full of lust. He put both his hands on my waist before moving me to the table, turning me around and bending me over it.

“You like that? You dirty man” he huffed, grinding against my ass, a hand on the back of my neck and another under my shirt on the small of my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you hear me?” He gave my ass a hard slap, I cried out in pleasure and surprise, gripping the edge of the table.

I could hear his belt buckle being undone as I waited. Suddenly a voice over the loud speakers outside.

“All four lords, report to the castle immediately. Glory be to mother Miranda”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, what does that super sized bitch want now?” He huffed in annoyance buckling his belt again. I stood up, sitting on the table which I had just been bent over.

“I’ll be back very soon” he placed himself between my legs and gave me a passionate kiss, I of course, kissed back.

He put on his hat before storming out the door. I sighed and hung my head. Fuck...

Bonus:

“You’re late, Heisenberg” Alcina snapped as Karl stomped inside.

“I was in the middle of something”

“In the middle of what? You’re such a-“ she stopped dead in her tracks as Karl sat down, completely forgetting about his huge bulge.

“Oh.. I see, you’ve gotten a bit too happy for one of your experiments again”

Karls eyes widened as he swung his jacket over his lap, covering his crotch.

“Shut up bitch, and stop looking at my dick”

“ watch your mouth, child. Moreau, wanna bet on how long this one is gonna last until he kills him?”

Moreau giggled before getting hit in the back with a sheet of metal.

“Not this one, freak!.... this one is different”

“Mhmm, let’s see about that”

“I’ll rip your fucking over sized head off, you stupid bitch!” The hammer flew into Karls hand before Miranda interrupted.

“I’ll fucking show you... he’s the one”

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Head canons for mafia boss levi being interested in Starbucks barista reader please

note :: this idea is so cute i wrote a scenario i hope you don’t mind. i can still post some headcanons for it too if you really want me to! i’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted me to write anon :-( ALSO this is super casual writing it’s not like the way i usually write it’s just bullet points i mean idk i wanted to try something different and more relaxed lmk if this style is okay for some requests :D

if anyone would like any more requests with this levi please lmk!! i could go in more detail tbh maybe the pacing of this isn’t too good bc it is a short request but yeahhh

+ idk why the formatting looks so odd i tried my best to fix it myself ?!.!/!:£:& but yeah sorry again!!

levi has always been one to keep his business meetings lowkey

i mean, realistically who is going to suspect mafia boss levi is lingering in a starbucks???

the place is well-suited for his hushed meetings, he finds it to be quiet enough and clean enough

but then one winter everything changes

you start working there

he’s waiting in the queue texting erwin asking when he’ll be able to get there

it’s been a RUSH and the traffic is crazy as expected from the bustling city so he doesn’t expect to see erwin for a while

that’s when he hears you for the first time

“HEY!! Mister in the fancy suit it’s your turn to order”

your hands are placed on the counter and you lean forward eagerly waiting for what he has to say

levi rolls his eyes because he thinks you have to be ogling his designer watch and shoes (you really aren’t)

“black tea, no sugar and... a cinnamon swirl” he’ll order for erwin later. “i’ll be eating in.”

“ooohhh you’re a tea guy? name?” you’re smiling at him radiantly and it irks him because you have nothing to be smiling about really

eyes narrowing he responds “no shit, i just ordered tea.”

“and why the hell do you want my name?” he snaps on reflex

he then remembers he’s at a starbucks and you are not interrogating him, you’re doing your job

“sir... this is starbucks?? is this your first time here?”

you blink in confusion but then your face lights up “oh my, would you like to sign up for a starbucks card?? you can collect stars and get rewards and it’s so muc–“

“do i look like i need a starbucks card?”

“everyone looks like they need a starbucks card”

he doesn’t carry on that part of your conversation instead he looks you dead in the eyes “levi, is my name.”

his glare intimidates you and you awkwardly laugh

you think he’s probably having a super bad day and choose to not bother him that much

as he’s waiting he sees the way you clumsily navigate behind the counter, you’re juggling a number of things in your arms

automatically his face sours

he’s not expecting the tea you produce to be any good

he doesn’t care how nice you are if you can’t do what he wants he won’t be leaving a tip

he’s stingy like that

a clatter is heard and all the noise you’re making just makes you all the more aggravating

he’s been coming here for years and never has encountered a barista as bothersome as yourself

at some point you call out the name “SCROOGE!” from behind the counter, levi finds it embarrassing that anyone would ever call their child that

like... out of all the names this is what they choose??

damn they have to hate parenthood

“scrooge i’m begging you collect your drink.”

he looks up pissed that whoever this scrooge is has the audacity to hold you up because that by default means they are holding him up

then he sees you staring directly at him with that warm smile again

yeah, that smile, it could thaw ice

then it settles.

he’s scrooge?

turning around he notices no one is behind him then he sees that no one else is waiting apart from him

jaw clenching he heads towards you and makes it a point to “tsk” in frustration

he takes his cup and his cinnamon roll and you wave him goodbye

usually levi prefers to silently sit in the booth furthest from the action, he wants no attention drawn to him at all

but that day he finds himself sitting closer to the counter

he’s kind of stunned when he does that because he’s just sat there thinking why the hell did i just do that?? why did i sit here??

but he convinces himself it’s because he wants to see erwin when he’s about to walk in so he can prepare to scold him for not arriving on time

he takes a sip of his beverage expecting nothing above mediocirty but weirdly, your brew, it tastes perfect

levi’s eyes linger on you and he notices the way your behaviour is consistent

you’re helping an old woman pick what she’d like from the menu

you compliment her jumper, says it really makes her blue eyes stand out

you don’t have to be as nice as you are and it’s ticking him off

it ticks him off seeing someone so pure and sweet for no reason

when did people decide to not have ulterior motives anymore? did you decide those were too old school for you?

tongue poking at the inside of his cheek he activates his poker face and looks away

you, are a random person. a random, annoying person. he is going to stop thinking about you.

turning his attention to erwin instead he calls him and when he picks up levi makes his point very clear

“i was just called scrooge. get the hell here so i can order for you.”

erwin chuckles, his throaty laugh makes levi’s mouth twitch downwards in irritation

“and who exactly called you scrooge?”

“is that relevant?”

“very much so if you’ve mentioned it yourself”

levi is silent and erwin laughs once again at his colleagues anti social way of interacting

“i’ll be there in five, feel free to order.”

grunting a sound of approval levi hangs up

“you’re back! how may i help?”

the way you treat being a barista so seriously, he finds it oddly endearing

“one doubleshot iced coffee.”

nodding to yourself you hum a tune happily and get to work

ever since that day levi finds himself frequenting that specific starbucks more

at first it’s a whole lot of “i’m pissed and i don’t have a reason so i’ll go down there and have her annoy me, then i’ll have a real reason”

then you talk to him more and you both engage in small talk

then it develops when he doesn’t mean for it to

you tell him about what you study, where you’re from, how your mother has recently developed arthritis but she’s still so determined to cook to the best of her abilities despite the pain

that reminds him of you

each visit he learns something new about you

sometimes he’ll let you in on his life

“what do you work as, i’ve always wondered?“

“accountant.“ no way in hell is he going to scare you away, telling you isn’t an option

you burst out in laughter holding your knees

“accountancy is well paying what is your point...?”

“do you not know what that means” your laugh is muffled as you press the sleeve of your jumper against your mouth

he shakes his head completely clueless

“people say their accountants when they’re actually strippers. it’s a tiktok thing.”

you pause for a second staring at his face

he feels the way his ears grow red under your gaze but he ignores it looking as bored as ever

“ah well. i did not know that.”

“clearly not you are an old man.”

then you turn away to brew his tea and he lets the ghost of a smile sneak its way onto his face

you aren’t looking, it’s okay

but he knows it’s dangerous getting attached to you

it’s stupid relaxing

and it’s even worse loosening up

so he doesn’t.

he’s always cold, bitter and frigid in his responses as he’s always been with you

but that doesn’t stop you from kindly smiling

or absentmindedly brushing the surface of his skin on rare occasions

it doesn’t stop you from calling him scrooge

and it certainly doesn’t stop you from slowly thawing the frosty exterior of his heart

then one day you let the words “my scrooge” slip out of your mouth

he doesn’t know why he let’s it happen or even how it happens exactly but he can’t help the smile that makes itself evident on his face

“HEY YOU JUST SMILED HELLO?????? you can do THAT????”

he smiled in front of you, that’s it he’s fucked

he quickly drops it and is back to his normal narrowed glare

“i did no such thing”

you give him a knowing look but sigh airily there’s no point in getting the man to admit it

“what would you like today, a frappe?”

you ask the sarcastic question even though you know he hates change. his usual order is already ingrained in your mind. you know it off by heart

he sighs in exasperation

“is your memory really that bad?”

“nope. cinnamon rolls and black tea it is!”

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