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punchdrunkdoc · 3 months

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Part 3, Chapter 8

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 (maybe 4??) parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

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PART 3

Chapter 8

Calina crouched down, circling the opponent in front of her.

A kick came at her left flank but she rolled to the right, dodging the strike. She sprang back to her feet, her hands up in front of her face in a classic defensive pose. She darted away from another lunge, using her quick, agile grace to duck and dance away from the danger.

That’s when her attacker started to get frustrated. Sloppy. The next punch was so telegraphed that Calina had time to follow up her side-step with a kick of her own. The top of her foot whacked the outer thigh of the woman opposite causing her to stumble back with a muttered oath. “Dammit, Calina.”

Calina just shrugged.

Katya rubbed at her leg, and turned to complain to the other Widow doing stretches in the training room. “She’s no fun to spar with.”

Yelena raised her eyebrow. “And this is news to you? Its been like this since we were kids. She’s too quick.”

“You always managed to get some hits in,” Katya reminded her.

So did Matt, Calina thought, before banishing the memory of the fun they’d had fighting together in Fogwell’s. She didn’t need a reminder of that place. And she was trying her best to push all thoughts of Matt to the deepest recesses of her mind.

Otherwise she’d curl up on the floor and start crying.

Which she couldn’t afford to do right now. Not when they were so close to finally putting an end to Volkov’s operation.

To keep her self sane, she’d suggested training to Katya...but it wasn’t doing the trick. She needed a better opponent - someone who would keep her mind more engaged. Someone she always had a hard time besting.

She needed Yelena.

“I don’t know,” Calina said to Katya, goading the woman in the corner. “That was a long time ago. Maybe she’s gone soft.”

Yelena took the bait. She sprung up from the floor and strode over to the sparring area. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Calina took up her defensive position again. “Bring it, shorty.”

Katya sucked in a sharp breath. “You’ve done it now, Calina.”

Calina just grinned. She knew what she was doing. Taunting Yelena about her height was a sure fire way to rile up the other woman and bring out her vicious side.

And that’s just what she wanted.

Yelena launched herself at Calina, catching her around the waist and wrestling her to the ground, where she had her pinned in seconds.

Calina shook her head as she got to her feet. It was always the same with Yelena - no preamble, no easing in to a fight. Just straight to brutal offence.

Calina met Yelena’s smirk with a wry smile. “Beginner’s luck,” she commented.

Yelena shook her head. “Nope. I’m just better than you.”

The next round ended when Yelena tumbled to the floor after Calina sweeped her leg. “You were saying?” Calina taunted.

Yelena’s glare signalled a change in the tone of the fight. Banter was replaced by steely-eyed focus. Punches that were pulled now landed with full force. It took all of Calina’s concentration to dodge and evade Yelena’s attacks...and she wasn’t always successful.

There was a reason Yelena was their best fighter.

As Calina took another bruising tumble to the floor, she wondered if this was what she really wanted. Not the distraction from her thoughts, but the pain.

A punishment of sorts, for ruining things between her and Matt.

I’m a good person; I’m worthy of love.

She tried out her mantra as she ducked a left hook from Yelena. But the words crumbled into dust in the face of the truth:

She’d lied to the man she loved, again and again. She’d hurt him with her deceit and her dishonesty.

I’m a shitty person; I’m not worthy of anything.

Her knee exploded with pain as Yelena managed to land another hit while she was busy berating herself. She staggered back on the mat and pressed her gloved hand to the throbbing joint.

“Ouch,” Katya winced.

“Yeah, sorry, Calina,” Yelena said, still bouncing on the spot. “You tapping out?”

Calina shook off the pain and raised her fists again. “No. Let’s go again.”

“You sure?”

Calina just nodded and started circling Yelena. Pain or distraction…it didn’t matter. Either way, she needed this.

As she met Yelena in the centre of the mat for another round, she tried to block out all thoughts of Matt. She focussed all her attention on the attacks coming her way.

And she was oblivious to the silent ringing of her phone…

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Matt was pissed.

It was now 48 hours since the fight with Calina, and his emotions had come full circle. The despair and fear were gone, and his hopeful optimism had faded, leaving him boiling with rage again.

Because Calina wasn’t picking up her fucking phone.

It was deja vu all over again. Just like after the aborted kiss in the gym and the misunderstanding in the bar, Calina had disappeared and was ignoring his calls.

Matt hated it.

He didn’t exactly have the best track record when it came to mature, healthy relationships, but even he knew that you needed to actually talk to the person you loved to make things work.

Matt threw the phone on his bed and pulled on his mask. He’d spent all evening dialling her number and listening to it ring incessantly. Now it was time to act.

He didn’t know exactly where the Widows’ hideout was, but he knew where they were planning to be. And if he had to scope out that carpet warehouse for the next six months just to get a glimpse of Calina, so be it.

Determination fuelled his run across the rooftops of the city and across the river into New Jersey. Determination, and frustration. As well as the ever-present simmering anger, and a healthy dose of self-righteous condemnation.

She needed to stop doing this. This…silent treatment, cold shoulder thing. It was driving him crazy. Especially since she had all the power in their current dynamic. She knew where to find him. She knew how to contact him. She could show up to his office or his apartment, or climb into his goddam bedroom window at any time of the day or night…but he couldn’t do the same.

She was off the grid, and he had nothing but a phone number she wouldn’t answer and a vague geographic location.

Which he was approaching now.

He slowed down as he reached the derelict industrial park where she’d found him the other day. He stuck to the shadows as he stalked through the abandoned lots on his way to the warehouse, intent on not giving himself away. He may not agree with the Widows’ plan for Volkov and his men, but he wouldn’t jeopardise it.

He’d come to terms with the fact that this wasn’t his fight. It wasn’t his place to pass judgement on how the Widows’ claimed their freedom and their safety. He wouldn’t interfere. He-

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Matt froze as he picked up the sound of muffled gunfire. He crouched down behind a rusted-out delivery truck and sent his senses out into the night, trying to pinpoint the location.

It was coming from the warehouse.

Pop. Pop.

More gunfire.

And the unmistakeable sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Then shouts in Russian - both male and female.

It looked like tonight was the night the Widows’ took on Volkov.

Matt started running again, heading for the site of the battle.

He wasn’t going to interfere with the Widows’ fight. But he couldn’t just stand idly by while they faced danger.

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It happened while Calina was recovering from her fight with Yelena.

The two of them lay side-by-side on the mat, panting as they caught their breath from the exertion.

Yelena tapped her hand against Calina’s thigh - the closest part of her she could reach - and grunted out, “Good match.”

Calina huffed out a laugh. Only Yelena could face off against someone with a deadly look in her eye and fight no-holds-barred, just to turn around afterwards and call it a simple ‘match’ - as if they’d spent the last hour playing tennis or chess instead of pummelling the crap out of each other.

“You too,” Calina replied, not without affection. She and Yelena might butt heads more than any of the other Widows, but she still loved her. In the way you’d love an overbearing, stubborn older sister.

After several minutes of rest, they both clambered to their feet, Calina wincing as her left leg protested the movement - Yelena had walloped her knee again with a hook kick during the third round. Yelena rubbed at her side as she gulped down her water bottle and Calina held back a smile. It looked like she’d done some damage too, which was always cause for gloating when going up against Yelena.

Katya shook her head in exasperation. “Satisfied now?” she asked Calina. “Did you get everything out of your system?”

Calina let her smile loose and rolled her neck. “Yup.”

“I hope it was worth it. The two of you are going to be in pain tomorrow.”

Yelena opened her mouth to reply when Inessa barrelled through the door of the make-shift gym. “Volkov just arrived at the warehouse. He’s here!”

The other three Widows exchanged a look, then they all set off running at once. They sprinted across the hallway, through the main room, to the control centre - which was a fancy term for a few desks and a bank of monitors displaying the feed from the warehouse.

Anya was sitting in front of said screens, barking out information to the rest of the Widows in the room. “…three in the docking bay. Nine more in the room with Volkov. That makes 18 in total.”

“18 men?” Yelena clarified as she leaned over Anya to peer at the footage.

The seated Widow twisted around to greet the team leader. Then did a double-take at the sweat soaking Yelena’s hair and the burgeoning bruise over her left jaw. “What the hell happened to you?”

Yelena waved her hand. “Nothing. Did you say 18?”

“Yes,” Anya replied. “Plus the two lackeys.”

‘Lackeys’ was the term they’d come up with for the scientific staff recruited by Volkov’s team. From what they’d been able to determine from their surveillance, they were little more than broke science majors from the local college looking to make some extra cash by setting up the lab.

“18? That’s Volkov’s entire faction, right?” Katya asked.

Anya nodded. “Based on our intel, yes.”

‘Our’ intel was really Anya’s intel. The tech wizard had spent weeks glued to her laptop, diligently researching every single person captured on the footage from the warehouse. Between her facial recognition software, the information from Ranieri’s laptop, and her illegal backdoors into the databases of the CIA, KGB and Interpol, she’d managed to ID Volkov’s entire gang.

A few were previous operative from the Red Room - part of Volkov’s original team. Some were family members, converted to Volkov’s cause. But most were hired guns - murderers and Bratva mafiosos smuggled out of Russian prisons and onto US soil with the promise of freedom in exchange for a little light kidnapping and brainwashing.

And they were all in the same place, at the same time.

“Volkov’s gotta be either stupid or supremely confident to amass everyone in the same location,” Calina commented.

“I don’t think he has a choice,” Yelena said. “We took out most of his top mercenaries in South Carolina - this is all he has left. And he’s paranoid enough to want as much firepower around him as possible.”

“18 of them against 9 of us? That’s doable,” Katya commented.

“That’s more than doable. Its a cake-walk,” Yelena replied. She straightened up and crossed her arms before addressing the room. “Okay, everyone, it’s go time. We have the chance to end this tonight, and we’re not going to fail. We’ve been training for weeks for this, so you know what to do - tranq and remove the lackeys unharmed, and take out everyone else. Leave Volkov to me. Be ready to move in 5.”

Calina turned to leave with the other Widows but Yelena caught her arm. “You up for this?” she asked.

Calina rolled her eyes. “I’m a little sore, but you didn’t do that much damage, Yelena.”

“I’m not talking about that. I heard you talking to Katya earlier. About your fight with Matt.”

Calina bit her lip. “Oh. That.”

“I know what I said in Maine, but if you want to bail on this, you can. You have nothing to prove to us.”

Calina shook her head. “I’m coming. I can’t just sit here while you guys are out there fighting.”

“Okay then. Go get ready.”

Calina nodded and ran to her bunk. She slithered into her Black Widow suit, zipped up her boots and quickly re-braided her hair. Then she slotted her guns into her thigh holsters…and took a second to breathe.

This was it.

After tonight it would all be over. One way or another.

She glanced around the room and watched as her sisters geared-up and checked their own weapons. A sudden bolt of fear hit her at the thought of one of them being injured.

Or worse.

It never used to be like this in the Red Room. Back then, they’d been teammates in name only. Just individual soldiers going into missions side-by-side. Another pair of hands. Another set of skills. Useful back up…but nothing more.

Now, these women were her friends. Her sisters.

There was Anya, with her logical brain and lack of filter.

Inessa, with her weird sense of humour and bubbly personality.

Viktoria, with her quiet, stoicism.

Yelena, with her fearsome loyalty.

Katya, who she was closest to out of them all. Kind, thoughtful Katya.

She didn’t want to lose any of them.

So she would fight tonight. Not to kill - if she could help it. Not out of vengeance or anger.

She would fight to protect.

She would fight to make sure every single Widow made it back here safe and unharmed.

She would fight for her sisters.

Surely Matt would understand that, she thought. Then she shook her head, trying to quell any further thoughts of Matt. She couldn’t go into this battle with any more fear running through her veins.

Like the fear of never seeing him again. Of leaving things between them in such an ugly, dreadful state.

She didn’t hold out any hope that they could still be together - not after all her lies and with all the blood on her hands - but they deserved some kind of closure, didn’t they? She wanted to see him again, even if it was just to say goodbye.

And that could only happen if she survived tonight.

So she took a deep breath, adjusted the straps on her Widows’ bites and shook out her arms, trying to loosen the tightness in her muscles. As she did, she met Katya’s gaze from across the room. She saw the same hint of fear in the other Widows’ dark brown eyes. Calina smiled to reassure her. “We’ve got this,” she mouthed.

Katya nodded. “We’ve got this,” she mouthed back, and a small smile formed on her lips.

“Hell, yeah, we’ve got this,” Inessa said out loud, having followed the silent conversation. “Do you hear that, everyone? We’ve got this!”

The tension in the air around the Widows’ suddenly transformed into excited anticipation. A few of the others whooped and joined in, “We’ve got this!”

Yelena just shook her head. “Did that really need saying?” She grabbed her rifle and slung it over her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

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At first, everything went to plan.

Upon reaching the warehouse, the Widows had split into three teams of three - one group snuck around the back to the delivery bay, the other took up position near the front, and the third scaled up to the roof.

Yelena was on the roof team, and it was her role to snipe Volkov with a tranquilliser dart. The aim was to take him out of the equation early on, but leave him alive for interrogation after the fighting was done.

The other two member of Yelena’s group - Viktoria and Sanvi - had the task of infiltrating the lab and extracting the lackeys.

And that was the part that went to plan - sort of.

“We’re out,” was the whispered status update from Viktoria that came through Calina’s ear piece. “But we were spotted.”

At the same moment, Calina heard shouting from within the warehouse, and the sound of gunfire suddenly pierced the night.

“There goes the element of surprise,” Anya said before rising out of her crouch and racing for the docking bay doors.

Calina just shrugged and followed. It had always been an acceptable risk. From the moment they’d identified the lackeys as innocent pawns, they’d always planned to get them out first, no matter the consequences. It was a line in the sand which separated the Widows from Volkov and his faction - innocent civilians were not going to become collateral damage tonight.

And if that meant they had to go in hot - instead of taking out Volkov’s men with stealth - so be it.

Anya and the rest of their group reached the door first, and Calina cursed her earlier sparring session with Yelena for slowing her down. She gritted her teeth against the pain in her knee and kept running, finding an extra burst of speed when the soft pop-pop-pop of a silenced handgun drifted from the open door. She entered the docking bay moments later to find three guards sprawled on the concrete floor, all felled by single bullets to the head.

“Clear,” Anya reported.

“Clear,” repeated Katya from her section. “Nice of you to join us, Calina.”

Calina rolled her eyes and checked behind her. No one was following. “Clear,” she called out.

“Let’s go,” Anya said, moving further into the building. They could hear the sound of fighting from the main section of the warehouse, so they all picked up the pace.

Calina breathed steadily as they checked and cleared each corridor and room on the way, the four of them working in perfect synchronicity, their movements honed by years of training. Her earlier anxiety was gone, replaced by a calm determination. The muscle memory of countless previous missions guided her actions and she slipped back into ‘solider’ mode seamlessly - like donning an old, worn-in coat.

This was the life she knew best. As much as she struggled against that concept, her ease and composure in this situation proved it.

All thoughts of Matt, and his opinion on this operation, were forced deep into her subconscious. There was no room for moral quandaries here. Self-recrimination and guilt could come later.

Right now, there was only the gun in her hand and the teammate in front of her.

And a plan that was about to go to shit.

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Chapter 9

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pandorafallz · 4 months

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Some things were never meant to leave Earth…. or be known about. Let alone being introduced to a whole new world, new life and a species called the Na'vi that probably didn't understand that there were worst things that came from Earth than Humans with technology. - Jake knows the Earth was a harsh place, well aware of the dangers it had and the monsters it had as well. No one cared, nothing would matter and….so what. If they thought of him of nothing, then why not take himself, his avatar and his friend and fuck off into the wilderness of pandora. If he can screw over the RDA and its resident parasites, then bonus points. Grace isn't thrilled.

Chapter 23 snippet

It was a few days with Bree and Kung settled into the same routine as the rest of them, things were once again back to the new normal. Weed was still growing taller and the other plants were growing into life and… for the better more seeds like bell peppers and chilli seeds were germinating in their shack.

Jake was slinking down from the Ikran with Tsu’tey who had picked them up, Neytiri had run over with her patrols and had to finish up with her mother before she’d come to him, at least, that was what Tsu’tey had told him.

“Wait up!” Nadine tugged on his tail, hoping to kick her prosthesis leg back into life. “sleepy leg is more literal. Gotta go manual!” Jake paused long enough to retrieve his tail from her hand then carried on with her hurried little steps.

“Want me to pick you up, shorty?”

“Says the guy who’s four foot in his wheelchair.” Nadine poked her tongue up at him.

“I’m five foot ten if I wasn’t in my chair.” Jake pointed out. “You’re already an entire foot down than what you used to be…” He added with a grin.

She gasped in mock offence, her hands coming to her chest. “Prick.” She winked.

#avatar #avatar au #grace augustine #avatar james cameron #avatar the way of water #jake sully #mo'at #neytiri #avatar rda #norm spellman #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #vampire #vampire au #vampire grace #eytukan #parker selfridge #miles socorro #miles quaritch

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kirillmarchenko · 2 years

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hellooo and welcome to Hockey Is A Confusing Sport where I try to explain the rules that confused tf out of me for months. This post is going to be focusing primarily on power plays, since they’re fun!!!

-There are four types of power plays that can occur: 5v4, 5v3, 4v3, and 6v4. Not all penalties lead to power play opportunities!

-in 3v3 overtime, a power play means an extra skater is added, so no 3v2 power plays (which is cowardly!!) After the power play ends, the team that was down a man can send out another player (making the game 4v4) until the whistle blows, which then resets the game to 3v3.

-let’s say a team is on the power play and one of their guys takes a penalty during it. It goes to 4v4 for whatever amount of time overlaps, with the other team getting a power play right after. Unfortunately for the other team, if they don’t score in that small amount of time left over, it still counts as 0/1 on their power play on the stats sheet.

-You can also have differing lengths of power plays: 2 min minor, 4 min double minor, or a 5 min major. The power play ends if the team scores on it and you get a nice shot of the player who took the penalty looking annoyed leaving the box. It does Not end if the opposing team scores a shorthanded goal, so it’s possible you could have a shorty and a pp goal on the same penalty. If the team scores within the first 2 min of a double minor, they still get another 2 min power play. For a 5 min major, you can score as much as you want (go watch this. It’ll be the best 5 min of your day).

-you can also score on a delayed penalty with 6 skaters on the ice. As soon as the opposing team touches the puck after a ref decides there’s a penalty on the play, the play is whistled dead. This means that the team that will end up on the power play can play keep away for a bit to try to set up a scoring chance. It also means that the goalie can skate to the bench for an extra attacker with no worries, since the opposing team won’t be able to score on the empty net. Unfortunately, the team who drew the penalty can score on that empty net. Which has happened.

-6v4 power plays happen in a specific situation: the leading team takes a penalty in the last few minutes of the game, so the trailing team pulls the goalie for an extra skater. Anyone can score on an empty net here.

-power play units are usually 1D and 4F set up in this 1-3-1 formation:

-you’ll hear the term “quarterback” a ton for the dman who sits on the point. They’ll (theoretically) be the ones calling the shots, waiting for teammates to get in position for an open shooting lane or a tip.

-the two players on the half wall are going to be guys you want shooting, but can also deliver some nice cross-seam passes (from one side of the rink to the other, thru traffic). Usually you want righties to be in the left circle, and lefties to be in the right circle so their shot is more effective. The circles are good one-timer spots. Here’s an example.

-the bumper position is the player right in the thick of things. Their job is to move the puck but also try to draw defenders to them to open up some of the shooting lanes.

-there’s always going to be a netfront presence as well. Someone needs to take the goalie’s eyes away so they’re unable to track the puck when it’s shot. They also tend to tie up a defenseman right in front of the net and can tip shots from the point.

-the 1-3-1 setup is not always used but I think it’s the most common. Sometimes you’ll see 2D on the unit or the 5F unit if the team has a forward they trust enough at the blueline. Here’s a good article on other setups.

-power plays do not affect a skater’s +/-!!!!!!! It’s so stupid!!!!!!! +/- is the worst stat of all time!!!!!!!!

-icing doesn’t happen on power plays for the team trying to clear the puck. They can shoot it down the ice as much as they want.

-if you want a visualization of where your team’s power play offence comes from, hockeyviz has heat maps from each season.

anyway hope you learned something from this post :) if i missed anything or misspoke please let me know!

#this was fun !#if you want to see some of the best current pps see the leafs bolts and preds #hope everyone likes my shitty lil drawing i didn't want to take anyone elses and i also like drawing #*m #*txt

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fanmoose12 · 2 years

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Ok, remember the famous “everyone is blushing in the sunset” scene with Eren and the gang? I have this headcanon that Levi and Hange had a similar moment when riding back on horses during that sunset. Like Levi tries to compliment Hange on her enthusiasm that he witnessed earlier and there’s some blushing on both sides lol. We need a fanfic on this omg 🙈

The sunsets captivate Levi, always. The pink mixing with purple, red contrasting with what little blue is still left, green that spreads on the edges, it all transfixes him, his eyes glaze over each time that sun begins its journey beyond the horizon. And there is no better place to watch it than from the top of the wall, with wind carding gently through his hair.

This evening is different, however. This time, someone else- someone so much brighter sits next to him and centers all of his attention on her.

Levi watches, stares at the long, delicate fingers that draw multitude of universes with their frantic movements; looks down at the lips that seem soft, sweet to touch despite the many-many cracks that are born from their owner's sharp teeth; he focuses on the eyes - sparkling, burning with curiosity, they hold more knowledge inside that all the books back at the barracks; he winces but doesn't dare to say a word, lest he interrupts the passionate tirade, when wild hair gathered in ponytail swings a little too much and hits him in the face. He stares, stares, stares - Hange is beautiful, much dearer to him than the sun he's spent the whole life dreaming about.

So lost he gets in his subject that he misses the moment, when thin lips halt their movement and swirls of honey focus on him. "Levi?" melodic laughter rings through the air, breaking the spell its owner had on him. "Still with me?"

Always, he almost says, but bites his tongue just in time to offer Hange a noncommittal grunt.

"The view is something else, eh? Makes it all-" Hange doesn't specify what, but both of them know it. Both of them hurt and bleed for this mystical all, "Really worth it. Makes me want to just-" her voice raises, along with the wind, "to just hug the whole world!"

She leaps to her feet, before Levi can stop her, and spreads her arms wide, as though really trying to fit all of the world into her embrace. The smile on her lips is so big, so joyful- but he doesn't bat an eye at it, doesn't stop to admire it; his eyes are on Hange's feet that hover too close to the precipice, almost stepping over it.

She might fall down, he thinks and it makes his stomach drop as well. In an instant, his arms are around her leg, wrapped close, secure, not letting go.

"Shorty!" Hange laughs, Hange always laughs, even in the face of danger, when most would quiver and hide. But she stands on the edge proudly, and looks down on him as though he's the one acting silly. "What's this about?"

"You fucking-" anger punches all air out of him, and fear turns his mind sluggish. It takes him a moment to remember his life in the Underground and all of the colorful vocabulary he gained down there. "You fucking fool, idiot, shit for brains, what are you doing?"

It's a question that comes out in a hiss. It's an offence that doesn't mask his concern.

Hange chuckles some more. She grins, without shame, dangerous and eternally beautiful.

"Careful," she reaches out to him, presses a finger in a furious crease on his forehead, "Or I might think you're worried."

"Of course, I'm worried. I'm petrified, four-eyes. Can you imagine how much paperwork I'd have to fill in if you die in my presence?"

It's a familiar territory, a safe one. Breathing comes easier to Levi because of it.

"Humanity's strongest," Hange shakes her head, and takes mercy on Levi, returning to her place by his side. He audibly exhales. "Is afraid of some paperwork?"

"I'd rather slay a dozen of titans than spend an hour more behind my desk. My ass is not made of steel, you know."

Hange lowers her eyes, gaze clouding as she husks, a damn tease, "Might have fooled me."

"Hilarious," he retorts, fighting against his loudly thumping heart. "Try that joke against titans. Your humor might become our ultimate weapon."

"You know," ignoring everything he said, Hange pokes his cheek, "in that light, it almost looks like you're blushing."

"It's just light," he lies, petulant. His face does feel too hot, but it's not- it's not a blush. It's not.

Maybe, if he says another hundred times, it'd become true.

But Hange is having none of it. She places her head in the crook of his neck, pressing impossibly close to him. Her arm hug his, as she says, "It's okay. You make me blush too."

Levi says nothing, but before he rests his chin on the crown of her head, his lips touch the same spot.

Hange seems to understand, everything, as always, even the meaning of that small, diminutive gesture. Her mouth quirks up, as she turns to watch the sunset. Levi continues to stare at her, his personal wonder and his own sun.

#.......not actually true to the prompt but!! there is a sunset! and blushing still happens!!#levihan

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fazcinatingblog · 4 years

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if i was tall then yeah sure i’d be proud of that and would stand tall but i am not tall and therefore slump all the time cos what’s the point????

#no offence to geva mentor but only give advice of 'shoulders back stand tall' to tall people only #shorties like me can slump all we like #it won't make a difference #laura reads geva mentor's book #and gets annoyed at the 'advice' that doesn't relate to me

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qingxin-s · 3 years

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༉₊˚✧ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇꜱ : ʜᴀɴɢᴇ x ꜰ.ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

prompt: Person B and Person A are about to kiss when instead they accidentally hit foreheads really hard and have matching bruises.

word count: 384

warning(s): just you and hange having no braincells

"Well, Hange...thank you for this evening" The girl smiled shyly as they approached her room, earning a grin from the commander. During one of Hange's infamous experiments, they decided to make a bet.

'If the titan doesn't try to eat you, I'll let you take me on a date' (Y/N) had proposed cheekily, feeling confident that she'd win. But boy...was she wrong. So here they were, their arms intertwined as Hange shifted anxiously.

"No, thank you for losing the bet" The commander teased, causing the h/c haired girl to gasp in mock offence. It was no secret that there was some sort of romantic feelings between the two. They were always stood next to each other whilst going over plans, always eating together in the mess hall- (Y/N) also willingly signed up for the experiments. So in a way, this date was important.

It was a nice date as well, she was extremely surprised at how romantic Hange could be. They walked through the city together, stopping occasionally whenever the h/c haired girl saw something she liked- which Hange happily brought for her. They had ended the night with a tea by the river bank, and here they were.

"I better get going, I have a mission plan to go over with shortie" Hange whispered, causing the girl to giggle at the little dig at Levi. She hadn't realized it before...but their faces were so close together- she could feel the commander's soft breath against her cheeks. With a shaky shy, they leaned in and her e/c eyes fluttered shut.

This was it...her first kiss.

Well, that's what she thought- but as their lips were about to touch, their foreheads banged together and she hissed. She was sent reeling back, Hange wincing as she clutched her head.

"OWOWOW! I'M SO SORRY!" The commander yelped, trying to shake away the pain as she rushed to (Y/N)'s side. As embarrassing as it was, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she clutched her head. She could already see the bruise forming on Hange's tan skin, and she could only imagine the same was happening to her.

"I'll get my kiss tomorrow, thank you again" (Y/N) teased as she quickly pecked Hange's cheek, slipping through her office door and leaving the commander dumbfounded. They would never live this one down.

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Wild Masters - Chap. 5: From Rags To Riches

Vlad shows his face, queue a lot of snark and an exasperated Flynn.

Danny turns to the lab stairway, “I’ll get it”, glancing at everyone as he starts heading up, “I’ll holler if it’s Vladdie!”. His dad gives an excited double thumbs up.

Sticking his head around the kitchen entryway into the living room confirms that it is indeed Vlad, in his pompous ass suit and now staring at him looking extremely supremely unimpressed. Danny snickers at him before walking into the living room proper, sticking his hands in his pockets, “sup, vampy. Come to see your brat? He’s twenty-four by the way so don’t bother trying to groom him into your prime villain protege or anything. Also-”, snicker, “-he doesn’t how to read, so there’s that”.

Vlad glares, “you must be joking”. Making Danny snort, “I fucking wish actually, he doesn’t know what a cellphone is. What twenty-something doesn’t know fucking cellphones? He’s probably never seen a meme before. The horror”. Vlad rolls his eyes as he steps in, “yes, that is certainly the biggest issue with that problem. I’m sure”.

Danny gives a very cheeky, “yup”, before turning his head to shout towards the lab door, “HEY YO FLYNN! IT’S VLADDIE! GET UP AND GREET YOUR POMPOUS-PAPPIE”. Turning to look back to Vlad, who has decided to grace him with a flash of his red ‘scary eyes’. Oh how rare and bless-ed he must be today to get a glimpse of those ruby reds. Note: he was being sarcastic as fuck there, green eyes are way better anyway. So there.

Flynn steps only halfway out from the doorway, leaving half of himself hidden but making his staff absolutely fully visible and just stares at Vlad. It’s actually vaguely creepy.

Vlad stares back.

And Danny just looks rapidly back and forth between them. “Whelp, this is just a touch awkward”.

Flynn huffs and continues staring.

Danny pulls out his phone and waves it around, “these things come with a timer, you know. So I can totally just start that up and you two can make this dick measuring contest genuine”, pointing at both of them, “or we can talk like good little adults”. Flynn glances at him, “shorty”; making Vlad smirk at Danny’s expense. Danny frowns in fake offence, “hey”. But at least that gets Vlad to tug on his suit jacket to straighten it and step forward to actually greet Flynn, so hey, it’s something.

Sure Vlad’s form of ‘greeting’ is looking the half of Flynn that he can actually see over and giving a snide, “well at least you’ve got some build on you”. Which Danny rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over, “wow, way to be a dick, frootloop”. Vlad side-eyes him, “I’m still debating your demise”. Danny throws back a very apathetic and unaffected, “mmm okay”. Resulting in him having to dodge a very half-hearted swipe from the man and bounce out of Vlad's easy arm reach, “gotta be quicker on your toes, old man”, smirking, “what? that old age catchin’ up to ya?”, vaguely dancing over to Flynn and grabbing his Minotaur shawl thing, yanking him fully into the kitchen, “and get fully in here you, and face your maker”.

Flynn glares and huffs at him. Expected. Half the sounds the guy makes seem to involve either huffing or grunting. Wonderful sign of some serious lack of socialisation right there. Vlad’s rich asshole circles are going to love him so fucking much. Just like how they love Danny. Once again, note the generous helping of sarcasm he is mentally pilling on there.

Turning to look at Vlad and holding out the photo of alternate Vlad with alternate Maddie, “anyway, proof ‘cause I know you just love that stick that you’ve shoved so far up your ass you might as well be a popsicle”. Vlad leans forward, inspecting, and blinks vaguely disbelievingly. Danny rolls his eyes at the man not touching the photo, “let me guess, this has been in my pocket and is thus too dirty for you to sully your hands with?”. Vlad nods at him quickly with a smug smirk before straightening back up, “though the atrocity that I’m wearing in that deserves to be surrounded by the filth that fills your pockets”.

Flynn blinks, “yah, yer rivals. Tho figured ya’d be evenly matched”, looking to Danny -though Danny’s pretty sure this guy is trying to just play off the whole ‘meeting my dad for the first time in fourteen years and instead of being a dad the guy shit talks my half-brother’- Flynn points at Vlad while speaking at Danny, “ya could end ‘im. Don’ end my pa tho”.

Danny sputters and bends over wheezing while Vlad looks offended, “hear that vampy?!? He’s saying you’re weak!”.

Flynn instantly jumps to his defence, “‘s not that he’s weak. Ya’re jus... excessive”. Making Danny snicker, “can’t argue that”, because yeah Danny knows he’s over-fucking-powered. That’s kinda what happens when you’re the literal King of the entire Realm of the dead and all the ghosts therein. Regardless Danny keeps laughing and slaps his knee repeatedly. Which Vlad scoffs at, “get ahold of yourself, my boy”.

Danny can hear the raised eyebrow in Flynn’s voice, “‘my boy’?”. Danny looks up as Vlad huffs at Flynn, “yes I guess it would be rather rude of me to be calling Daniel that with you here”. Danny snorts, “like you care about rude, Mr. Plots Others Demise Directly In Front Of Their Faces”. Vlad waves a dismissive hand at Danny, “their intellect and worth is beneath me to care. Family has at least earned some level of attention from me. You should know that by now”.

“Still not your son”.

Flynn grunts, “an I am. Ya might be ‘ore stuck up than my ya”, then Flynn smirks and Danny has a feeling the guy is gonna say something that’ll piss Vlad off, “makes sense wit name like Plasmius”. Oh yeah, Vlad’s gonna be mad.

Vlad snaps his angry red eyes on Danny, sounding more than just slightly violently angry, “you told him”. Danny just bends over further and wheezes. Flynn pokes Vlad’s chest aggressively with the tip of his staff, “back back, no fightin’ in food room place”. Danny just wheezes more at that, “Ancients, it’s called a kitchen, man. Oh Zone”. Flynn grunts, glares, and removes his staff from Vlad’s chest to smack Danny over the head with it. “Ow”. Sure that didn’t actually hurt but it’s the point of the matter.

He can hear Flynn’s scowl, while the guy looks back to Vlad, “an ‘sides, I’d know what ya are any way”, gesturing the staff tip around Vlad’s body while Vlad quirks an eyebrow at him, clearly more curious about Flynn than pissed at Danny. “Can sense it ‘round ya an smell it on ya’s clothes. Yain’t all human. ‘Ore human than tha red one wit her suit on tho”.

Danny straightens up and brushes off his pants, snickering, “yeah he knows about Valerie too, surprise knowledge. Did you not notice his glowing green ass eyes?”. Watching Vlad squint and hum at Flynn, who just sits and lets Vlad stare at and analyse his eyes, “hmmm so you can see my ecto-field then?”. Flynn shrugs, “‘ore er less”. Danny chuckles, “you could say that that ‘bout sums it up”. Flynn looks to him and squints, “not addin’ anythin’”. Making Danny facepalm, “it’s another saying, man”. And Vlad actually has to turn to the side and sigh into his hand, it looks like the man is having a very hard time not insulting Flynn repeatedly and in ever-increasingly deeming ways; huh, guess he was willing to actually try to not be a complete and utter dick to his own son. That earns him a few points in the ‘not the definition of evil’ category.

Vlad looks back after a steadying breath, “be that as it may, I’d rather you not divulge my ghostly status to anyone. Flynn was it?”. Flynn squints, “that’s my name, ya”, looking to the side and huffing, though not letting Vlad out of his sights, “an I won’”, looking fully back to Vlad and sighing before just slowly poking the man with a finger. Both Danny and Vlad elect to merely watch and see what this previously non-existent Zone nomad will do next; Danny’s just glad his folks stayed downstairs or this entire meeting would be a bajillion times awkwarder. Danny wouldn’t be able to make such blatant jabs at Vlad, Flynn wouldn’t be able to discuss anyone’s ghostliness, Vlad wouldn’t be able to even be in the ballpark of honest.

Flynn pokes Vlad again, muttering, “yer real”. Alright, okay, the whole ‘here’s your father’ thing might have just hit the guy properly now. Vlad tilts his head ever so slightly, “indeed”; and Danny suddenly feels like he’s intruding on a very personal and private moment or something.

This is too much for Danny. Danny shoots both his arms out to the side and smacks both of the men on the back to smush them together, “ugh! Just hug already goddamnit!”. Both Vlad and Flynn sputter and cough, screwing up their faces; but they immediately separate and effectively turn their backs on each other.

“Don’ do ‘hugs’”.

“Neither do I for that matter”.

Danny practically growls, “oh for fucks sake”, and just telekinetically maneuvers them into forcibly embracing each other: which predictably and obviously gets him a pink ecto-beam straight to the face hard enough to send him crashing out the kitchen window immediately after he cuts it out. Flynn also pelts him with a rock, but that’s not exactly something that would cause Danny any notable kind of damage; though he is kinda curious where the rock came from.

At least they fucking hugged. Mission accomplished.

He can hear Vlad huff, “anyway. Now that Daniel’s finished being his insufferable self, I imagine you rather need legal documents. Since I doubt you exist in the legal system”. Flynn just huffs so Vlad continues, “right then”. Danny can’t help snickering to himself as he lies in a pile of rubble and some bushes when Vlad speaks up again actually sounding ever so slightly befuddled, “it would seem you already do”.

Flynn sounds slightly more befuddled, “what”. So Danny takes that as his queue to crawl back in through the shattered window, “oh yeah, blame Tuck. Dude probably preempted what I would have eventually asked him to do and just did it before I asked him to”, grinning smugly at the two men, “yeah my friends are awesome like that”, looking to Vlad specifically, “sure is nice to have genuine friends, eh Vladdie?”; Vlad points at him with a scowl and shoots a small ecto-beam. Danny doesn’t bother blocking or even moving and just lets himself get knocked back into the rubble/bush.

Flynn blinks, “... Red girl was ‘ight, do ya know tha word ‘dodge’ at all, shorty”. Vlad makes a sound that is almost a laugh.

“Hey”. Flynn shakes his head and Vlad smirks as Danny scramble crawls back in through the window, “I will have you know-”, grunt, “-I took that hit for comical effect”, landing on the floor with a not so graceful ‘oof’ before righting himself to be cross-legged and looking up at the two men, “and if anything is gonna get me hurt then it better be my terrible sense of comedy”.

Vlad rolls his eyes, “at least you know it’s terrible and unpleasant”. Danny points at him, “my name’s a literal pun, of course it’s terrible. Not unpleasant though. Also-”, holding up a finger and grabbing out his phone to quickly scroll through it, “-and yup! Tuck hacked the gov! Man my main man really should scare the government more or at least enough for them to properly put him on a watch list or two, geez”.

Flynn blinks, “ya lost me”, while Danny pockets his phone. Vlad also blinks. Okay wow there are similarities here and it’s kinda freaking Danny just a tiny bit, it’s creepy alright. Vlad shakes his head at Danny, “you can let your tech boy know that for once he has impressed me”. Danny grins slightly manically, whips out his phone, goes to the voice memos app, and holds it up ready to record, “care to repeat that?”, grin never faltering. Vlad sighs into his hand, sounding truly and exaggeratedly pained, “Tucker, you have impressed me”. Danny cheers, “yes!”, quietly to himself while double fist-pumping.

Flynn shakes his head and mutters, “ghosts”. Probably deciding that this behaviour is very befitting of ghosts, which yeah is probably true. Least Flynn just seems amused by it rather than annoyed like Danny’s folks would be. Vlad seems to agree as he sighs and side-eyes Flynn, “at least you seem unbothered by our more... ghostly behaviours, most humans get put-off just enough to make them rather unsuitable for any kind of close relations”.

That gets Danny to inhumanly quickly jump to his feet, startling Flynn enough to get that staff pointed at him as he near shouts excitedly, “did you just admit you can’t make friends!”, pointing animatedly at Vlad, “I’ve spotted character development!”. Vlad just glares at him, which is fair, while Flynn relaxes his stance. Danny sticks his hands back in his pockets and relaxes against the countertop, “anyway, since you’ve apparently given Flynn here your fatherly approval -congrats on the kid by the way, what should I bring to the baby shower?- you gonna stick him as your heir instead me now. Pretty please?”, and gives an overly innocent smile.

Vlad sighs, “I’m going to murder you”, and shakes his head, “you’re the High King, of course not, I’ve certainly got to keep you in my relations somehow”, grinning smugly, “I can certainly have two heirs. I don’t see why not. Try as I might, you know how I am quite a greedy man”. Danny snorts because that’s bullshit, Vlad absolutely doesn’t try to not be greedy; but well... when possession is your Obsession... Danny chuckles, “and try as I might, I just can’t keep that hero complex down. Guess I’ve just gotta keep an eye on your dealings with Flynn here, huh old man?”. After all, when protection is your Obsession...

Flynn promptly smacks both of them with his staff, “Obsession posturin’”. Danny rubs his head and grumbles incoherently. Vlad acts like nothing happened, instead insulting Danny’s behaviour, “well don’t you sound kingly”. Danny flips him off. Vlad looks to Flynn, ignoring Danny entirely, “regardless, you’ll definitely be my heir too. Whether you want to be or not”.

Danny snorts, “I don’t think you need to threaten the guy to be your son, vampy, geez. Would it kill ya to be nice?”. Vlad grins, “yes”; which Danny rolls his eyes at. Flynn huffs and shakes his head, “heir’s some money thing, he’s my pa not money loan”. Danny blinks, surprised the guy knows what a money loan even is. Chuckling, “eh heir’s kinda the best you get from old Vladdie here”, and jabs a thumb at Vlad.

Vlad scowls, “that is because you keep snubbing me and refusing to renounce your fool of a father, Daniel”, side-eyeing Flynn, “Flynn doesn’t seem to have that particular issue”, and then gives Flynn a truly stiff and awkward head pat. Flynn looks like he’s judging him heavily for that, “I’m stayin’ ‘ere. I don’ trust ya”. Danny coughs and laughs while Vlad jerks and looks like he just got stabbed clear through the heart and Core. Ouch Vladdie, looks like someone got snubbed again. Tough luck, try not being evil next time. Or maybe it was the awkward head pat that did it?

All three flinch or jump at Jack’s sudden excited, “yes!”, while popping out from the lab doorway, practically shoving Vlad out of the kitchen, and very quickly side-hugging Flynn who very obviously stiffens and shrinks away from the contact. Oh shit, how long have his folks been there?!? Fuck. His mom also giggles from the doorway and walks in giving Flynn a sweet smile while pulling Jack off him, “as we said, there’s definitely room for you here”. Flynn just nods slightly while slowly relaxing as Maddie pushes Jack out of the room to go clean the spare room upstairs with her. Danny, meanwhile, is busy side-eyeing Vlad as the man borderline flat-out snarls at Jack’s receding form.

Flynn stares at Vlad himself, muttering lowly at Danny, “he hates ‘im. He really really hates ‘im”. Danny sighs and watches the deep violent hatred shining in Vlad’s eyes, “yeah, yeah he really does”, frowning and probably sounding sadder than he really means to, “I wish that wasn’t how things were. Everything would be a lot different”; because really? If Vlad didn’t despise his father, the two only natural halfas in existence would probably get along. Maybe be genuine family or healthy rivals even. Instead of the weird toxic degrading bantering archenemy thing they’ve got going on and have been actively -and mutually, if he’s being honest with himself- fuelling. Maybe, maybe, that mentor/apprentice situation, that Vlad dreamed of and Danny had needed, could have became reality; but that ship has long since past. In Danny’s more introspective and thoughtful moments, he mourned that fact. Part of him hoped Vlad acknowledged and mourned that fact too, instead of just feeling bitter and ripped off. Maybe. Hopefully.

Flynn frowns at him, “yer ghosts an yer humans. Act like it”. Danny blinks at him, “uh, I don’t think you exactly know how humans act. No offence”. Flynn huffs at him, “am one, know ‘nough”.

“Uh, I’m not gonna agree with you on that one”, glaring slightly and whispering, “also, sssshhhh about the ghost shit, man”. Flynn rolls his eyes and promptly catches Danny off-guard, “an I’m keepin’ tha Masters name”. Danny chokes slightly, well damn; Vlad’s gonna get an ego boost from that.

Vlad, having of course heard -damn you ghost ears- snaps his head around and grins triumphantly at Danny then approvingly at Flynn. “Flynn Masters”, grinning smugly at Danny again, “might just have a better ring than Daniel Masters”.

Danny snorts and rolls his eyes, “if you’re trying to make me jealous it ain’t gonna work”, snickering, “but FM, like FM radio”. Now Danny’s wearing the smug look while Vlad glares at him. Danny finger guns at Vlad as he starts walking towards the steps, “now how about I let the Masters caspers not have to be actors due to me being one of the present factors while y’all deal with your family matters”, saluting, “so seeya later gangsters”. Vlad’s left eye twitches, “I will murder you, boy”.

Flynn blinks and looks to Vlad, “he always like this?”. Vlad sighs and nods, “unfortunately”, shaking his head, “he certainly has a taste for puns and word games, I think it’s born from some form of a sadistic side”. Flynn huffs, “dramatic”, huffing again, “an I need a drink aftar all yer ghostin’, pa”, and uncaps his liquor bottle for a swig. Earning raised eyebrows from Vlad and the same lean over sniff that Danny did, “ahh, you’re a fan of alcohol”.

“Make mine own”.

Vlad nods approvingly, “I've dabbled in the art of wine making myself in my spare time”. Flynn offers his drink earning him a quirked eyebrow from Vlad, who of course tries some. Leaving him humming to himself and tapping his chin, “you’ve been at this for a while. You might be a son of mine yet”.

Flynn huffs, “‘ere I thought we ‘ready established that. Yer my pa. Pas that”. They were, in fact, already past that. Vlad just rolls his eyes but pulls a flask out of his pocket and offers it to the guy, “here. Since you’re a Masters, you drink whiskey like a Masters”. And Flynn talking a swig from that is what Danny walks back downstairs to, “so what y’all talking about?”.

Vlad turns to him, “just how you were going to apologise for your years of abuse to me all in the name of brotherly love”.

“That doesn’t sound like me at all”. Danny then blinks at them, with Flynn lowering the flask and shrugging at. Danny throws a slight glare at Vlad, “really? I leave for what? ten minutes? and you start boozing the guy up? Really?”, muttering more so to himself, “I mean sure, Flynn started drinking after ten minutes, or whatever, of meeting me. But still”. Vlad smirks some, “yes, being around you for any prolonged period of time could drive anyone to drink. Why, the first thing I did after meeting you was drink”.

“That’s because dad assaulted your prized football, you going senile on me?”.

Flynn glares at Danny and takes another swig of the whiskey flask, which Vlad looks oddly triumphant over; especially considering Danny just insulted him. Flynn shrugs again and side-eyes Vlad, “eh, mine’s bettar”. Vlad waves him off, “you just don’t have a taste for it yet”, tapping his chin, “though yes, yours is quite good”.

Danny blinks, “did the Vlad Masters just genuinely compliment someone without it being backhanded or a thinly veiled threat? Shocked! Betrayed! Dismayed! The horror!”, tilting his head, wait a fucking minute, “wait, did you drink Flynn’s stuff? You know that’s ectoplasm in there, right?”. Flynn grunts, “well he does now”. Vlad blinks and Danny is detecting just a hint of shock there; Vlad is also clearly eyeing Flynn’s liquor hip bottle with a fair bit more appreciation now. Flynn making a disgusted face kinda cuts off Vlad’s appreciation though and Danny feels like he’s getting a flashback to that time Tucker had to eat all those blood blossoms. “Are you gonna throw up?”.

Vlad scowls, crosses his arms, and sticks his nose up in the air, “of course not, a Masters can handle his liquor”. Danny rolls his eyes while telekinetically moving a trashcan over to Flynn, “I don’t think that’s the problem here”.

Both of them look down as Flynn just kinda sits on the floor, puts his staff to the side, and throws up; at least he aims into the bucket instead of onto the floor. “Congrats Vlad, I think you just poisoned him”. Danny furrows his eyebrows a bit though when Vlad actually holds his hands out, bends down, and pats the guy on the back. Okay... guess Vlad’s being decent... Danny doesn’t actually know what to do with that. Ah the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with Vlad acting like a decent human being is probably actually concerning, come to think of it. So Danny does the logical thing and slaps himself across the face.

Vlad gives Flynn a not awkward head pat this time, “there there, just get it out of your system”, he hums, “I am rather surprised though, two sips isn’t exactly much”.

Danny sighs and taps his chin, “well when you consider the fact that he’s lived off nothing but ectoplasmic fauna and flora, makes sense that his body would kinda have forgotten how to fucking digest human food you stupid nutcase. Geez, for a guy who plays chess you’re not very smart”. Vlad looks back to him and glares slightly, “I’m surprised you know that. Did you actually pay attention in health class for once?“. Danny rolls his eyes at that particular jab, “one of my friends only eats plants and one only eats meat, what do you think happens every time some bull crap happens where they have to break their diets?”.

Regardless Danny sighs some and bends down next to Vlad and Flynn, joining Vlad in the back-patting/rubbing. Snickering at the guy some though because people taking you too seriously or being all nice ‘n shit when you’re throwing your guts up was more embarrassing than helpful, “maybe don’t eat or drink shit without ecto in it, yeah?”.

Flynn grunts, expected, “ßhût üp, ßhørtŷ”. Making Danny and Vlad blink, Vlad grins like an idiot while Danny chuckles, “huh, guess you speak ghost. Though talk about a thick accent there, Ancients”. Vlad shoves Danny head, which Danny let’s knock him over on the ground, “it’s͢ ͘q͟u͘i͜te͞ ͞a̕ ̧useful ̡sk̛i̡l̡l͜,̡ ͜why I̕ thi͡nk he̕’s m͏o͠re f͏l̴u̸e̵nt͠ tha͏n҉ ͜yo̶u, Dan̕i̵eļ”. Danny stays laying on the ground, “I’m̕ ̸a̡ na͏t͠iv̵e spea̡k̷ȩr, so̧ ̛I̕ ͠don̕’̡t͞ ̡th̶ink̷ so”.

Flynn leans back, pushes away the bucket, and puts his arms on his knees, “ÿæ ßtåŷįñ’ thërë¿“. Danny nods with a grin from the floor and gives a thumbs up, earning a head shake from Flynn.

All three snap their heads to the kitchen entranceway as feet pound down the steps and Maddie and Jack come barging in, everyone then looking to the lab door as Jazz pushes it open while dusting off her pants and grumbling, “I so do not envy Danny having to clean that all the time”, pausing and looking up around everyone before zeroing in on three people sitting/laying on the floor, “Flynn! Danny! What happened!”, and runs over while glaring at and obviously blaming Vlad, who stands and readjusts his suit like he’s embarrassed to be caught caring. Well get caught by anyone other than Danny anyway; which makes sense ‘cause Vlad would probably be all caring about Danny if Danny wasn’t, you know, not evil.

Danny rolls over onto his back, looking at Jazz, “guess who can’t stomach human stuff?”, and jabs a thumb towards Flynn while Maddie rushes over and helps Flynn stand. Well okay, Flynn mostly waves off said help and stands up on his own, but still; Flynn also promptly grabs up his staff again. That staff’s probably some kind of comfort item for the guy.

Jack laughs as he comes to stand next to Vlad, “guess we’ll be cooking with a lot more ecto!”. Danny can practically feel malicious intent wafting of Vlad. Flynn grunting, “I’m ‘ine”. Which Maddie looks at him sweetly over and Jazz shakes her head at, “well let’s move into the living room anyway. Then you-”, glaring at Flynn, “-can sit down, and we can all hear what happened to you”. Vlad nods and hums, “yes I would like to know how I acquired a son from another timeline that’s been living nomadically in the Ghost Zone”.

Jack laughs as they all walk into the living room, “yup! Most we know is that some darn ghosty called Misery Vex took you at some point!”. Maddie and Jazz watching Flynn with slight worry as they walk. Danny just eyes Vlad to see if Vlad shows even the slightest amount of recognition regarding this ‘Misery Vex’, he doesn’t -fuck Danny’s luck- but Danny can’t exactly expect the man to know of every ghost ever. Regardless Danny skips over, puts his hands behind his back and sticks his face next to Vlad’s, “guessin’ you don’t know who that is either?”. Vlad scowls, “‘fraid not, but when I find them, and I will, I’m going to make them beg me to end them and then I’m going to find out how good ghost skin is at reupholstering my dining room chairs”.

Danny blinks, “I forgot there was a reason you and Skulker got along. Also, I doubt you have the skill set to be skinning anyone. Also also, I’m amazed you care that much”, and smirks.

“Must you mock me so, boy”.

Danny grins, “well.., how would you like me to mock you? I’ll hear your requests”, shrugging, “sure I might ignore them, but I’ll certainly hear them”. And finally flops to sit down on the love seat, Vlad sitting next to him with scowl. Jazz opts to sit with Maddie and Jack on the couch, while Flynn takes the chair; got to give the loner nomad his personal space after all.

Flynn huffs, “yeah, Vex’s is tha one that pulled me in ta tha Infinite Realm”. Jack doesn’t give him a chance to say more, tilting his head, “is that what ghosts call the Ghost Zone?!?”. Danny and Vlad both quietly sigh into their hands. Flynn squints at the large man, “ya nevar asked ‘em?”.; at least Maddie and Jack have the decency to look sheepish. Flynn squints more, “it’s what it’s called. Propar name”. Danny chuckles and waves Flynn off, “eh, then Zone can be slang”, ‘Zone’ was in fact common slang. Flynn rolls his eyes.

Vlad sighs quietly again, “linguistics aside, was there a reason Vex took you? And I’m just to assume you’re in this timeline purely due to your old one ceasing to exist”. Which Danny mutters, “duh”, at. Everyone ignores him as Flynn shrugs, “don’ know, like I’ve said ‘ready, ain’t stickin’ ‘round half spider creature-”. Danny’s wondering if the guy’s getting tired of explaining that. “-bark armour wasn’ friendly lookin’ eithar”.

Danny eyes Flynn’s bark armour, “guess yours doesn’t make you look all that approachable either”. With Maddie jumping in, “did you get that idea from It?”. Making Flynn blink at her before looking to Danny, “I did say Vex’s a lady, ‘ight?”. Danny nods but Jazz is the one to audibly sigh, drawing Flynn’s attention as she talks, “yes but-”, side-eyeing her parents, “-ghosts don’t get pronouns”.

Maddie rolls her eyes not unkindly, “now honey, we’ve talked about this, ghosts aren’t sentient or complex enough to understand gender and we don’t call plants ‘he’ or ‘she’-”. Danny coughs into his hand, “Sam does, you know”; which goes ignored. Maddie continuing, “-so why would we do so for ghosts? It would be like assigning gender to lightning”. Danny sighs internally, and he bets both Jazz and Vlad do as-well.

Flynn just stares at her for a while before blinking, “moron-”. Danny has the distinct feeling his folks are going to be hearing Flynn calling them ‘morons’ an awful lot. “-they have preferances. Blobs are no gendar, not tha Cored”. Vlad sighs dramatically, “what does gender have to do with my son's abduction”. Danny chuckles to himself faintly, guess Vladdie really grabbed onto the whole ‘I have a son’ thing with absolute confidence. Made sense. Ancients if Danny accepted him then the man probably wouldn’t stop using the word ‘son’ at every possible opportunity for a solid month.

Jack laughs almost awkwardly and scratches his head, “nothing! I guess”. Vlad scowls at him.

Flynn clears his throat, “well she-”. Nice passive-aggressiveness going on there. “-couldn’ ‘xactly follow me aftar I slippin’ inta some rock crag”, grunting, “ghost can’ go through rocks ‘n what not there”. Jack looks like he’s physically restraining himself from peppering Flynn with questions about that. Danny thinks this should be obvious though, since ghosts not being able to phase through ectoplasmic constructs/formations is literally how ghost shields worked. Like, duh.

Vlad just nods with a hum, “so you’ve been on your own since?”; which Flynn nods at. Maddie huffs, “I’m amazed the ghost didn’t chase you down”; Flynn shrugs, clearly not about to claim to understand why himself. Which yeah, abducting a kid through a portal seemed like a lot of effort to put in to just turn around and let the human run away; probably thought that this random human child wouldn’t be able to effectively avoid capture or survive on his own. Well surprise mother fucker! Flynn’s a Fenton -well a Masters too but whatever- being able to handle ghost shit is in his genes.

Danny decides to ask something that’s actually mildly important for him to know, “so bark armour and the lower half of a spider, anything else?”. His mom quirks an eyebrow at him so Danny elaborates/makes up an excuse, “wouldn’t it be good to know what a ghost that may come after him looks like?”. Earning an approving hum from her. Danny’s more interested in Vlad muttering to himself, “an Arachne then”; sweet, he’s got a species now.

Flynn grunts, “purpal skin, lotsa black eyes, bare bark crown-”. Danny almost chokes at that and he’s sure Vlad at least went slightly wide-eyed, because crown implied royalty. Which just great, that meant Danny was going to have to deal with whoever all kingly and shit. “-an clothes were shinebettle, I think-”. So basically shiny latex leather? Alright, that’s a look. “-an wendigo mane pelt ovar spidar half-”. Well that all but confirms Danny’s suspicions that Vex is from or at least frequents the FairLands. The only wendigo’s that didn’t just turn to ectoplasmic ash when destroyed were the faebeast ones. Hooray for having to probably go see Oberon. “-She had a fauchard ta”. Danny nods to himself.

Jack taps his chin, “that still doesn’t explain why though”, earning shrugs all around. Jack grinning, “we should hunt Vex down and find out!”. Which Vlad actually grins at, “yes, you go do that”. Danny kicking the man subtly and whispering, “Vlad no. Bad”, he knows the only reasons Vlad’s encouraging that is ‘cause his folks might torture the ghost and because the ghost might harm/kill Jack.

Maddie shakes her head and chastises Jack, “you’ll be doing no such thing, we don’t know the Zone is actually safe”, glancing at Flynn, “regardless of Flynn’s survival. Flukes happen”. Danny thinks it would make way more sense to guess it's safer than they thought than to just assume Flynn got lucky. But hey! At least he doesn’t have to worry as much that his folks are just going to run wild in the Zone anytime soon.

Vlad rolls his eyes though speaks somewhat sweetly, “dear Maddie, always being the voice of reason”. Maddie grimaces, and Flynn glances between them with a slight frown. Vlad digs in his pocket when his ringer goes off though. Speaking up after reading the screen, “seems some of the underlings are too moronic to deal with some problem alone”, looking up to everyone, “so I must be taking my leave now”, and stands up.

Jack jumping up, “well we can finish up Flynn’s room and he can join us after you’ve said your goodbyes! Wouldn’t want to interrupt that!”, and laughs. Maddie smiling sweetly and following him once again upstairs. Jazz sighs and moves to follow them, “I’ll make sure they didn’t get carried away”; while Danny just stretches and lounges out across the loveseat. Watching Vlad talk down at the still seated Flynn.

“I guess I’ll have to leave dealing with this Misery Vex in your and young Daniel’s hands. I don’t particularly have time to deal with petty ghost squabbles”, side-eyeing Danny, “he’s quite experienced with those though, so I doubt he’ll fail to be an effective meat-shield if needed”.

Flynn rolls his eyes, “I don’ care ta ‘deal with’ her at all. ‘Ine as is”. While Danny snorts at Vlad, “Ancients, you’re such a fucking pissant”.

Earning squinting from Vlad, “I’m the mayor and one of the richest people in the world”, huffing, “and I’m nothing to scoff at power-wise”.

“You are staying that... to the literal king... of death”. Danny smirks, “I’m fucking lucifer, bitch”. Vlad and Flynn blink and stare at him. Danny rubs his neck, “eh, too much?”. They both nod slightly. And there the similarities go being creepy again. Vlad shakes his head slowly, looking back to Flynn, “ignoring that, you can contact me for anything. Particularly if you decide being here isn’t worth the effort or annoyance”, and pats Flynn’s head, “you’ll want for nothing regardless”, making shooing motions at him, “now run along and help your mother and sister stop that imbecile from installing an anti-ghost auto-detection machine gun on your ceiling or some other nonsense”. Danny vaguely hates that his dad might actually do that. Though he’s surprised that Flynn actually does as he’s told with only a mild amount of suspicious squinting. Maybe he’s tired of Vlad’s existence? Doubtful but Danny can hope. Probably more likely the guy just wanted to get closer to being able to have some alone time, and room set up was an effective way to do that.

Danny waits till Flynn disappears upstairs to speak up, “hey Vlad?”. Vlad doesn’t even look back at him, instead just staring up the stairs, “hmmm?”.

“Don’t fuck this up. You know, like you always do”. Danny glares seriously at Vlad as he goes to stand up and Vlad actually looks to him with a quirked eyebrow, “but if you ever hurt him you won’t need to wonder where your god is anymore, because he’s coming for you and he’ll be fresh outta mercy”, squinting, “all these fucks will have flown off, never to return again. And you will be left crippled, withered, dried up and crapped on. At the bottom of a shitty little well where people will throw out their rotten fruit down on you and the remnants of your shitty little life”, glaring more, “we clear”. Vlad nods a bit stiffly; after all, when the king orders something or warns you, you fucking listen. Danny decides to really hammer it home though, “the fucking heat death of the universe will not be able to even approach the level of damage that the amount of fucks I will no longer give will cause you. What I’m saying is, I wouldn’t mind tearing out a length of your intestines, rolling it in a pan, sprinkling on some nice cinnamon and maybe some raisins. You know, for texture and a little added surprise. Then sliding it right into the oven for a nice little cinnamon bun”, chuckling meanly, “there’s even some icing pre-made in the fridge. So I’m all ready to go, bitch. Then I could use your hollowed-out torso to ride you like a meat toboggan. I’m sure your fucking intestines could be utilised as perfectly fine ropes to control my descent down the bloody snow-covered hill all the way into the depths of madness that you were birthed from years ago”.

“Daniel... you’ve made your point”, Vlad actually sounds slightly disturbed. Danny rolls his eyes and puts his hand in his pockets, “yeah well, so long as you don’t go making god sacrificing his only son look like a good parenting technique”.

“I... won’t”.

Danny pats Vlad on the arm, “good talk then”, and finger guns before heading upstairs, “and I’m still not your fam, frootloop”. Vlad just scowls at him and leaves, closing the door slightly louder than necessary. Return to normalcy achieved.

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Guía de series: Estrenos y regresos de octubre 2021

Una considerable cantidad de series se nos presentarán en la tele próximamente. Como siempre, habrá que ver si cantidad es lo mismo que calidad.

¡Feliz octubre!

Leyenda:

Verde: series nuevas.

Negro: regresos de otras series.

Naranja: miniseries o series documentales.

Amarillo: tv movies, documentales, especiales o pilotos.

Morado: season finales.

Púrpura: midseason finales.

Calendario de series

1 de octubre:

SWAT (5T), Magnum PI (4T) y Blue Bloods (12T) en CBS

The Many Saints of Newark en HBO Max

Maid (1T completa), The Guilty, Forever Rich y Diana: The Musical en Netflix

3 de octubre:

Ridley Road (1T completa) en BBC One

The Walking Dead: World Beyond (2T y última) en AMC

4 de octubre: On My Block (4T y última) en Netflix

5 de octubre: Escape the Undertaker y Dave Chapelle: The Closer en Netflix

6 de octubre:

CSI: Vegas (1T) en CBS

Brassic (3T) en Sky Max

La venganza de las Juanas (1T completa) y There's Someone Inside Your House en Netflix

7 de octubre:

Young Sheldon (5T), United States of Al (2T), Ghosts (1T) y Bull (6T) en CBS

One of Us Is Lying (1T) en Peacock

The Billion Dollar Code en Netflix

The Outpost (series finale) en The CW

8 de octubre:

Nancy Drew (3T) en The CW

Leverage: Redemption (1bT) en IMDb TV

Pretty Smart (1T completa), Family Business (3T y última completa), Mio fratello mia sorella y Grudge en Netflix

Acapulco (1T) en Apple TV+

Madame X en Paramount+

Justin Bieber: Our World en Prime Video

10 de octubre: The Equalizer (2T) y SEAL Team (5T) en CBS

11 de octubre:

The Baby-Sitters Club (2T completa) en Netflix

We're Here (2T) en HBO

The L Word: Generation Q (2T finale) en Showtime

12 de octubre:

Chucky (1T) en Syfy

The Oval (3T) en BET

13 de octubre:

Dopesick (1T) en Hulu

The Sinner (4T) en USA Network

Legends of Tomorrow (7T) y Batwoman (3T) en The CW

Sistas (3bT) y Twenties (2T) en BET

Just Beyond (1T) en Disney+

Hiacynt y Distancia de rescate en Netflix

14 de octubre:

B Positive (2T) en CBS

Guilty Party (1T) en Paramount+

Legacies (4T) en The CW

Aquaman: King of Atlantis (1T) en HBO Max

Another Life (2T completa) en Netflix

15 de octubre:

You (3T completa), I onde dager y De slag om de Schelde en Netflix

I Know What You Did Last Summer (1T) en Prime Video

Day of the Dead (1T) en Syfy

Cobra (2T) en Sky Max

Puppy Place (1T) en Apple TV+

Halloween Kills en Peacock

16 de octubre: Misfit: The Series (1T completa) en Netflix

17 de octubre:

Succession (3T) en HBO

Fear The Walking Dead (7T) en AMC

Hightown (2T) en Starz

19 de octubre:

Queens (1T) en ABC

Runt en Apple TV+

20 de octubre: Found, Night Teeth y Stuck Together en Netflix

21 de octubre:

The Blacklist (9T) en NBC

The Girl in the Woods (1T) en Peacock

Sex, Love & Goop en Netflix

One of Us Is Lying (1T finale) en Peacock

22 de octubre:

Invasion (1T) en Apple TV+

Inside Job (1T completa), Locke & Key (2T completa) y Maya and the Three (1T completa) en Netflix

Dune en HBO Max

24 de octubre: Insecure (5T y última) y Curb Your Enthusiasm (11T) en HBO

25 de octubre: All American (4T) y 4400 (1T) en The CW

26 de octubre:

Todo lo otro (1T) y Dolores en HBO Max

The Last O.G. (4T) en TBS

27 de octubre: Sintonía (2T completa), Hypnotic y W lesie dzis nie zasnie nikt 2 en Netflix

28 de octubre:

Luis Miguel: La serie (3T y última completa) en Netflix

Walker (2T) en The CW

Love Life (2T) en HBO Max

29 de octubre:

Colin in Black & White (1T completa), El tiempo que te doy (1T completa) y Army of Thieves en Netflix

Swagger (1T) en Apple TV+

Paranormal Activity: Next of Kin en Paramount+

Estrenos de series

Maid (Netflix)

Para lidiar con la pobreza y la falta de vivienda, una madre soltera (Margaret Qualley; The Leftovers, Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood) comienza a trabajar como criada en casa de una exitosa abogada (Anika Noni Rose; Roots, Assassination Nation). Con Nick Robinson (Love, Simon; A Teacher), Andie MacDowell (Four Weddings and a Funeral, Groundhod Day), Billy Burke (Revolution, Twilight), Tracy Vilar (House, M.D., Partners), Xavi de Guzmán (The 100, Take Two), BJ Harrison (Chilling Advenures of Sabrina, Motherland: Fort Salem) y Rylea Nevaeh Whittet.

Basada en las memorias de Stephanie Land (2019). Escrita por Molly Smith Metzler (Shameless, Orange Is the New Black). Dirigen John Wells (Shameless, Animal Kingdom), Helen Shaver (Vikings, Orphan Black) o Nzingha Stewart (Little Fires Everywhere, Black Monday). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 1 de octubre

Estreno en España: 1 de octubre en Netflix España

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Ridley Road (BBC One)

Vivien (Agnes O'Casey) es una joven judía que, en 1962, abandona su vida cómoda en Manchester e, inspirada por el Grupo 62, una coalición militante antifascista que combate el neofascismo en Reino Unido después de la guerra, se infiltra en el NSM, un movimiento neonazi que está creciendo en Londres, tras la desaparición de su novio. Completan el reparto Rory Kinnear (Years and Years, Penny Dreadful), Tracy-Ann Oberman (It's a Sin, After Life), Eddie Marsan (Ray Donovan, Gangs of New York), Tamzin Outhwaite (New Tricks, EastEnders), Samantha Spiro (Sex Education, Me Before You), Rita Tushingham (In the Flesh), Danny Hatchard (Our Girl, EastEnders), Tom Varey (Ackley Bridge, No Offence), Julia Krynke (The A Word, Line of Duty), Gabriel Akuwudike (1917, Hanna), Danny Sykes (Bulletproof) y Hannah Traylen (Harlots, Unforgotten).

Basada en la novela de Jo Bloom (2014), escrita y producida por Sarah Solemani (Barry) y dirigida por Lisa Mulcahy (Years and Years, Blood). Cuatro episodios.

Estreno: 3 de octubre

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CSI: Vegas (CBS)

William Petersen (Grissom), Jorja Fox (Sara), Wallace Langham (Hodges) y Paul Guilfoyle (Brass) vuelven a esta secuela de CSI (2000-2015) a la que se unen Matt Lauria (Friday Night Lights, Kingdom), Paula Newsome (Chicago Med, Barry), Mel Rodriguez (The Last Man on Earth), Mandeep Dhillon (After Life, Bulletproof), Jamie McShane (Bloodline, SEAL Team), Robert Curtis Brown (The Handmaid's Tale, Station 19), David Paladino (You), Sean Alexander James (The Morning Show) o Johnny Rey Diaz (Pam & Tommy).

Escrita por Jason Tracey (Elementary, Burn Notice). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 6 de octubre

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La venganza de las Juanas (Netflix)

Cinco mujeres con la misma marca de nacimiento, y todas llamadas Juana, deciden investigar sobre su pasado y descubren una red de mentiras montada por un poderoso político (Carlos Ponce; Devious Maids, Julie and the Phantoms). Protagonizada por Juanita Arias (El señor de los cielos, Como tú no hay dos), Sofía Engberg, Oka Giner (Señora Acero, Gossip Girl: Acapulco), Renata Notni (Mi adorable maldición, Sueño de amor) y Zuria Vega (Mi marido tiene familia, Que te perdone Dios). Completan el reparto Carlos Athié (Mi adorable maldición, Que te perdone Dios), Federico Espejo (La casa de las flores, La jefa del campeón) y Pablo Astiazarán (Ingobernable, Club de Cuervos).

Adaptación mexicana de la telenovela colombiana Las Juanas (1997-1998). Escrita por Jimena Romero (Más sabe el diablo, ¿Quién eres tú?). Dieciocho episodios.

Estreno: 6 de octubre

Estreno en España: 6 de octubre en Netflix España

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Ghosts (CBS)

Comedia monocámara adaptación de la serie británica en la que una pareja hereda una casa de campo destartalada y llena de fantasmas. Protagonizada por Rose McIver (iZombie, Woke), Utkarsh Ambudkar (The Mindy Project, Brockmire), Brandon Scott Jones (The Good Place, The Other Two), Rebecca Wisocky (Devious Maids, For All Mankind), Danielle Pinnock (Young Sheldon, Get Shorty), Richie Moriarty (The Tick), Asher Grodman, Sheila Carrasco (Jane the Virgin) y Román Zaragoza (Austin & Ally).

Escrita y producida por Joe Port y Joe Wiseman, productores de Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist o New Girl.

Estreno: 7 de octubre

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One of Us Is Lying (Peacock)

Cinco estudiantes de instituto son castigados y enviados a la sala de detención, de la que solamente cuatro salen vivos. Todos son sospechosos y todos tienen algo que ocultar. Protagonizada por Marianly Tejada (The Purge), Cooper van Grootel, Annalisa Cochrane (Cobra Kai, Heathers), Chibuikem Uche, Barrett Carnahan (Cobra Kai, Alexa & Katie), Jessica McLeod (You Me Her), Melissa Collazo (Swamp Thing), Mark McKenna (Wayne, Sing Street), Martin Bobb-Semple (Pandora, Free Rein), Karim Diané (StartUp), Sara Thompson (The 100, Burden of Truth), George Ferrier (Dirty Laundry), Miles J. Harvey (American Vandal), Zenia Marshall (Date My Dad), Hugo Ateo (Siren, The Terror) y Alimi Ballard (Queen of the South, CSI).

Basada en la novela de Karen M. McManus (2017). Escrita y producida por Darío Madrona (Élite, Los protegidos) y Erica Saleh (Evil, Instinct). Dirige y produce el piloto Jennifer Morrison (Euphoria). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 7 de octubre

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The Billion Dollar Code (Netflix)

En los años 90, dos pioneros de la informática alemanes fueron a juicio con una demanda multimillonaria para luchar por sus derechos como inventores del algoritmo de Google Earth. La historia real de la dura batalla de dos grandes amigos contra un oponente aparentemente invencible cuenta con el mundo del hackeo en Berlín y el idealista mundo de los inicios de Silicon Valley como telón de fondo. Con Mark Waschke (Dark, Tatort), Mišel Matičević (Babylon Berlin, Tatort), Leonard Scheicher (Das Boot, Das schweigende Klassenzimmer), Marius Ahrendt, Lavinia Wilson (Deutschland 86, Deutschland 89) y Seumas Sargent (Spy City).

Creada y producida por Oliver Ziegenbalg y Robert Thalheim, escrita por Ziegenbalg y dirigida por Thalheim.

Estreno: 7 de octubre

Estreno: 7 de octubre en Netflix España

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Pretty Smart (Netflix)

Comedia multicámara centrada en Chelsea (Emily Osment; Young & Hungry, Hannah Montana), una altanera e ingeniosa intelectual sin habilidades sociales para vivir en el mundo real que, cuando su novio la deja inesperadamente, se ve obligada a vivir con su despreocupada y jovial hermana Claire (Olivia Macklin; The Young Pope, Filthy Rich) y sus amigos: Grant (Gregg Sulkin; Runaways, Wizards of Waverly Place), un dulce y romántico entrenador personal; Solana (Cinthya Carmona; Greenhouse Academy, East Los High), una antigua abogada que ahora se dedica a la sanación; y Jayden (Michael Hsu Rosen; Tiny Pretty Things, Jessica Jones), un influencer de las redes sociales.

Creada, escrita y producida por Jack Dolgen (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Diary of a Future President) y Doug Mand (How I Met Your Mother, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend). Producida por Kourtney Kang (How I Met Your Mother, Fresh Off the Boat) y dirigida por Pamela Fryman (How I Met Your Mother, Frasier). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 8 de octubre

Estreno en España: 8 de octubre en Netflix España

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Acapulco (Apple TV+)

Comedia bilingüe centrada en Máximo (Enrique Arrizon; Las hijas de Abril, La jefa del campeón), un joven mexicano que en 1984 consiguió el que creía que sería el trabajo de sus sueños en un resort pero que resultó ser un puesto mucho más complicado que le haría cuestionarse su moral y sus creencias. Eugenio Derbez (No se aceptan devoluciones, Dora and the Lost City of Gold) producirá y narrará la serie interpretando a la versión actual del joven. Completan el reparto Damián Alcázar (Narcos, Señora Acero), Camilla Pérez (A Teacher, Gotham), Raphael Alejandro (Once Upon a Time, Bunk'd), Jessica Collins (The Young and the Restless, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia), Chord Overstreet (Glee), Vanessa Bauche (Luis Miguel: La Serie, Rosario Tijeras), Rafael Cebrián (Las aventuras del capitán Alatriste, Narcos), Fernando Carsa, Regina Reynoso (La rosa de Guadalupe), Regina Orozco (La casa de las flores, Mi marido tiene familia) y Carlos Corona (El señor de los cielos, Doña Flor y sus dos maridos).

Inspirada en la película How to Be a Latin Lover (2017). Creada por Austin Winsberg (Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist, Gossip Girl), Eduardo Cisneros (No se aceptan devoluciones) y Jason Shuman (Anger Management) y escrita por Winsberg y Chris Harris (How I Met Your Mother). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 8 de octubre

Estreno en España: 8 de octubre en Apple TV+ España

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Chucky (Syfy)

Serie continuación de la saga cinematográfica protagonizada por Chucky (Brad Dourif) en la que Jake (Zackary Arthur; Transparent, Kidding), un adolescente gay solitario que sufre acoso y busca su sitio tras la muerte de su madre, encuentra al muñeco diabólico en una venta de garaje. Alex Vincent, Christine Elise McCarthy y Jennifer Tilly volverán a interpretar a Andy Barclay, Kyle Simpson y Tiffany Valentine. Completan el cast Devon Sawa (Final Destination, Casper), Teo Briones (Ratched, Pretty Little Liars), Alyvia Ayn Lind (Daybreak, Masters of Sex), Fiona Dourif (True Blood, The Blacklist), Barbara Alyn Woods (One Tree Hill; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids: The TV Show), Björgvin Arnarson (The Seventh Day) y Lexa Doig (Continuum, Arrow).

Creada y escrita por Don Mancini (Child's Play, Bride of Chucky), que también dirigirá el primer episodio. Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 12 de octubre

Estreno en España: Enero en Syfy España

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Dopesick (Hulu)

Limited series que explorará el inicio de la crisis del opio en Estados Unidos y cómo afectó a varias familias, cuyas historias se cruzaron, desde el lanzamiento al mercado del fármaco OxyContin a finales de los 90 con una promoción que obviaba los altos índices de adicción que generaba. Protagonizada por Michael Keaton (Birdman, Beetlejuice), Peter Sarsgaard (The Killing, The Slap), Kaitlyn Dever (Last Man Standing, Unbelievable), Rosario Dawson (Luke Cage, Jane the Virgin), Will Poulter (The Maze Runner, Midsommar), Michael Stuhlbarg (Boardwalk Empire, Call Me by Your Name), Jaime Ray Newman (Veronica Mars, Bates Motel), Will Chase (Nashville, Smash), John Hoogenakker (Jack Ryan, Castle Rock), Phillipa Soo (Hamilton, Smash), Jake McDorman (Shameless, Greek), Ray McKinnon (Deadwood, Sons of Anarchy), Cleopatra Coleman (The Last Man on Earth, In the Shadow of the Moon), Andrea Frankle (Cloak & Dagger, The Purge), Rebecca Wisocky (Devious Maids, For All Mankind), Meagen Fay (Agent Carter, Malcolm in the Middle) y Trevor Long (Ozark, Low Winter Sun).

Adaptación del libro de no ficción de Beth Macy (2018), escrita por Danny Strong (Empire, The Butler) y dirigida por Barry Levinson (Paterno, Rain Man). Producen Strong, Levinson y Keaton. Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 13 de octubre

Estreno: 12 de noviembre en Disney+ Star España

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Just Beyond (Disney+)

Antología que adapta Goosebumps, las historias gráficas de R.L. Stine en las que distintos personajes realizan viajes de autodescubrimiento en mundos llenos de brujas, aliens, fantasmas o universos paralelos. Podremos ver en la serie a Mckenna Grace (The Haunting of Hill House, Designated Survivor), Nasim Pedrad (Scream Queens, New Girl), Lexi Underwood (Little Fires Everywhere, The First Lady), Henry Thomas (The Haunting of Hill House, E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial), Christine Ko (Dave, Upload), Malcolm Barrett (Preacher, Timeless), Sally Pressman (Army Wives, Good Girls), Cedric Joe (Space Jam: A New Legacy), Riki Lindhome (Another Period, Enlightened), Tim Heidecker (Moonbase 8), Gabriel Bateman (The Mosquito Coast, Outcast), Cyrus Arnold (The Exorcist), Arjun Athalye (Are You Afraid of the Dark?), Jack Gore (Billions, The Kids Are Alright), Logan Gray (Vengeance), Elisha Henig (American Vandal, Mythic Quest), Rachel Marsh (Before We Go), Jy Prishkulkni (The Birch), Izabela Vidovic (The Fosters, Supergirl) y Megan Stott (Little Fires Everywhere).

Escrita y producida por Seth Grahame-Smith (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, The Hard Times of RJ Berger). Produce R.L. Stine. Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 13 de octubre

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Guilty Party (Paramount+)

Comedia negra en la que Beth Burgess (Kate Beckinsale; Underworld, Serendipity), una periodista sin prestigio, trata de salvar su carrera siguiendo la historia de Tony Plimpton (Jules Latimer), una joven madre que está en prisión y condenada a cadena perpetua por asesinar a su marido aunque ella dice ser inocente. Beth tendrá que lidiar con contrabandistas de armas, la cultura del clickbait o su propio pasado. Con Geoff Stults (Enlisted, Little Fires Everywhere), Laurie Davidson (Will, Cats), Andre Hyland, Tiya Sircar (The Good Place, The Fugitive), Alanna Ubach (Euphoria, Girlfriends' Guide to Divorce) y Madeleine Arthur (The Family, Snowpiercer).

Creada por Rebecca Addelman (Dead to Me) y dirigida por Trent O'Donnell (No Activity, New Girl). Producida por Addelman, O'Donnell y Beckinsale. Diez episodios.

Estreno: 14 de octubre

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I Know What You Did Last Summer (Prime Video)

Un año después del accidente mortal que estropeó la noche de la graduación, un grupo de adolescentes es perseguido por un asesino. Mientras averiguan quién es, descubren el lado secreto de su pueblo aparentemente perfecto y de ellos mismos. Con Madison Iseman (Jumanji, The Next Level), Bill Heck (The Old Man, Locke & Key), Brianne Tju (Light as a Feather), Ezekiel Goodman, Ashley Moore (Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping), Sebastian Amoruso (Solve), Fiona Rene (Stumptown), Cassie Beck (Connecting, Good Joe Bell), Brooke Bloom (Homecoming, Alpha House), Sonya Balmores (Inhumans), Spencer Sutherland (Afterlife of the Party), Chrissie Fit (Awkwafina Is Nora from Queens)

Basada en la novela de Lois Duncan (1973) en la que se inspiró la película de 1997. Escrita y producida por Sara Goodman (Preacher, Gossip Girl). Produce James Wan (Saw, The Conjuring). Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 15 de octubre

Estreno en España: 15 de octubre en Prime Video España

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Misfit: The Series (Netflix)

Tras la trilogía cinematográfica neerlandesa, Julia (Djamila) y las misfits trabajan en las canciones y las coreografías de un musical que la nueva directora quiere prohibir para que se centren en la disciplina, las notas y los estudios. Julia idea un plan para sabotear las reglas de dirección y trabajar en el musical en secreto.

Estreno: 16 de octubre

Estreno en España: 16 de octubre en Netflix España

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Day of the Dead (Syfy)

Oda a la película de George A. Romero (1985) en la que seis extraños intentarán sobrevivir en las primeras veinticuatro horas de una invasión zombie. Con Keenan Tracey (Bates Motel, The 100), Daniel Doheny (Brand New Cherry Flavor, Alex Strangelove), Natalie Malaika (The Color Rose), Morgan Holmstrom (I Still See You), Kristy Dawn Dinsmore (Vikings), Miranda Frigon (Aurora Teagarden Mysteries), Mike Dopud (Power, Arrow), Dejan Loyola (Saving Hope, iZombie), Marci T. House (iZombie, Julie and the Phantoms), Kevin O'Grady (Julie and the Phantoms, You Me Her), Matty Finochio (Once Upon a Time in Wonderland, The Order), Trezzo Mahoro (Van Helsing), Christopher Russell (UnREAL, Dirk Gently) y Lucia Walters (The 100, The L Word).

Escrita por Jed Elinoff y Scott Thomas, creadores de Raven's Home. Diez episodios.

Estreno: 15 de octubre

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Queens (ABC)

Cuatro mujeres de cuarenta y tantos se reúnen para intentar recuperar la fama y el estilo que tenían en los 90 cuando se convirtieron en leyendas del hip-hop con el grupo Nasty Bitches. Protagonizada por Eve (Eve, Feel Good), Naturi Naughton (Power, The Client List), Nadine Velazquez (My Name Is Earl, Six), Taylor Selé (P-Valley, The Deuce), Pepi Sonuga (Famous in Love, Ash vs. Evil Dead), Brandy Norwood (Moesha, Star) y Precious Way (Days of Our Lives, Partners in Rhyme).

Escrita y producida por Zahir McGhee (Scandal, Stumptown). Dirige el piloto y produce Tim Story (White Famous, Prince of Peoria).

Estreno: 19 de octubre

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The Girl in the Woods (Peacock)

Hay una colonia de carácter sectario en el noroeste del Pacífico que protege al mundo de los monstruos escondidos tras una puerta secreta en pleno bosque. Carrie (Stefanie Scott; A.N.T. Farm, Insidious: Chapter 3), una misteriosa guerrera, huye de esta colonia y trata de mantenerse a salvo en el pequeño pueblo de West Pine, donde se da un debate medioambiental entre mineros y activistas. Allí, Nolan (Misha Osherovich; Freaky, NOS4A2) y Tasha (Sofia Bryant, I Am Not Okay with This), mejores amigos aunque formen parte de distintos bandos, reaccionan de diferente manera ante la llegada de Carrie y de las fuerzas extrañas que comienzan a acechar el pueblo. Además, el antiguo mentor de Carrie (Will Yun Lee; The Good Doctor, Altered Carbon) tiene ahora la misión de encontrarla y obligarla a regresar a la colonia, donde deberá enfrentarse a las consecuencias de su deserción. Completan el reparto Kylie Liya Page (Ninja Assassin), Reed Diamond (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Designated Survivor) y Leonard Roberts (Heroes, Buffy the Vampire Slayer).

Adaptación de los cortometrajes de Crypt TV The Door in the Woods (2018) y su secuela The Girl in the Woods (2020). Escrita por Casey Modderno (The Birch). Krysten Ritter (Jessica Jones) dirige los cuatro primeros episodios y Jacob Chase (Come Play), el resto. Producen Modderno, Ritter, Chase y Jack Davis y Darren Brandl, de Crypt TV. Ocho episodios.

Estreno: 21 de octubre

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Invasion (Apple TV+)

Cuenta una invasión alienígena desde distintos continentes, con el punto de vista de un sheriff a punto de retirarse (Sam Neill; Jurassic Park, Peaky Blinders), un soldado en Afganistán (Shamier Anderson; Wynonna Earp, The Next Step), un matrimonio de inmigrantes sirios que viven en Long Island (Goldshifteh Farahani y Firas Nassar) o una inteligente miembro del control de las misiones del programa espacial japonés (Shioli Kutsuna, Deadpool 2).

Escrita y producida por Simon Kinberg (X-Men: Days of Future Past, The Twilight Zone) y David Weil (Hunters). Dirigida y producida por Jakob Verbruggen (The Alienist, The Fall). Diez episodios.

Estreno: 22 de octubre

Estreno en España: 22 de octubre en Apple TV+ España

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Inside Job (Netflix)

Para los empleados de esta organización secreta, las conspiraciones no son teorías, son hechos. Precisamente, es su trabajo mantenerlas en secreto. Cuenta con las voces de Lizzy Caplan (Masters of Sex, Castle Rock), Christian Slater (Mr. Robot, Dr. Death), Clark Duke (Greek, I'm Dying Up Here), Andrew Daly (Silicon Valley, Veep), Bobby Lee (MADtv, Love), John DiMaggio (Mythic Quest, Disenchantment), Tisha Campbell (My Wife and Kids, Dr. Ken) y Brett Gelman (Stranger Things, Fleabag).

Comedia de animación creada y escrita por Shion Takeuchi (Disenchantment, Gravity Falls). Producida por Alex Hirsch (Gravity Falls). Veinte episodios.

Estreno: 22 de octubre

Estreno en España: 22 de octubre en Netflix España

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4400 (The CW)

Reboot de la serie The 4400 (2004-2007) en la que 4400 personas ignoradas, menospreciadas o marginadas que han desaparecido durante los últimos cien años aparecen en un instante sin haber envejecido ni un solo día y sin recuerdos de qué les ha ocurrido en todo este tiempo. Mientras el gobierno corre a analizar la potencial amenaza y contener la historia, los 4400 deben afrontar su nueva vida y hacerse a la idea de que es probable que hayan vuelto por una razón específica. Con T.L. Thompson, Cory Jeacoma (Power Book II: Ghost), Ireon Roach (Candyman), Derrick A. King (Call Your Mother), Autumn Best, Joseph David-Jones (Arrow, Nashville), Khailah Johnson, Brittany Adebumola (Grand Army), Jaye Ladymore (Empire) y Amarr Wooten (Knight Squad, American Housewife).

Creada, escrita y producida por Ariana Jackson (Riverdale, UnREAL).

Estreno: 25 de octubre

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Colin in Black & White (Netflix)

Limited series que sigue los años formativos de Colin Kaepernick, el quarterback de los San Francisco 49ers y activista que durante la temporada de 2016 se arrodilló antes de los partidos mientras sonaba el himno nacional. Jaden Michael (The Get Down) interpretará una versión adolescente del jugador. Completan el reparto Nick Offerman (Parks and Recreation, Devs), Mary-Louise Parker (Weeds, The West Wing), Klarke Pipkin, Amarr Wooten (Knight Squad, American Housewife) y Mace Coronel (Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn).

Escrita y producida por Michael Starrbury (When They See Us). Producida por Ava DuVernay (When They See Us, Queen Sugar) y Kaepernick, que narrará la historia. Seis episodios.

Estreno: 29 de octubre

Estreno en España: 29 de octubre en Netflix España

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Swagger (Apple TV+)

Drama que explorará el mundo del baloncesto juvenil centrándose en los jugadores, sus familias y los entrenadores. Tocará temas como los sueños, la ambición, el oportunismo o la corrupción inspirándose en los años de juventud del jugador Kevin Durant. Protagonizada por O'Shea Jackson Jr. (Obi-Wan Kenobi), Isaiah Hill, Shinelle Azoroh, Quvenzhané Wallis (Beasts of the Southern Wild, Annie), Caleel Harris (When They See Us, Castle Rock), James Bingham, Solomon Irama, Ozie Nzeribe (Shameless), Tessa Ferrer (Grey's Anatomy, Mr. Mercedes), Tristan Mack Wilds (The Wire, 90210) y Jason Rivera.

Escrita, dirigida y producida por Reggie Rock Bythewood (Shots Fired, Players). Produce Durant. Diez episodios.

Estreno: 29 de octubre

Estreno en España: 29 de octubre en Apple TV+ España

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llamagoddessofficial · 4 years

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Prison au red and sans head cannons please :3

Sans:

Rule no.1 that people quickly learn: don’t mistake his low HP for weakness.

In fact, the only reason anyone knows about his low HP is because it gets him a free daily pass to see Mc

He’s not as feared as Red but that’s simply because if you don’t directly bother him, he won’t directly bother (beat the shit out of) you. In fact, he’s quite amicable! Amongst the less crazy inmates he’s pretty popular for his puns and friendliness.

He’s more than happy to make examples out of anyone who thinks it’d be fun to pick on ‘the shorty’

Seriously. Don’t piss him off. He’ll leave you a hair away from death.

The amount of friends he has his pretty surprising. Everyone knows Sans, even if they don’t.

Red:

Red’s a little more... unpredictable in where his violence is outputted

Some days he’ll let direct threats and offences slide and some days he’ll break your nose if he doesn’t like you and you’re chewing too loud

Everyone knows he’s a softie for Mc. And no one brings it up. See how soft he is when he’s slamming your head into the wall

Despite his surprising penchant for cruelty he’ll provide protection for anyone who feels unsafe. Prison isn’t a nice place. Monsters and humans alike who are worried for their safety (could be due to race, sexuality, gender, species) often find themselves pretty harassment free after asking him for help.

You mess with anyone under him, you mess with him. Plain and simple.

#llamagines #prison au #red 'i'm in here for life. touch my friends and you die' undertale

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curlyhairednerd · 3 years

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to ki : but what if Nipton turned to be mean like Myz? No offence to you Myz.......... but if you insist we gonna keep him with the shorty angry bean.

*whispers doesn't Myz seem like a Chihuahuas small and aggressive 🤔*

Myz: I get your concerned, but my parents were farmers. I grew up with a ton of dogs.

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aajjks · 3 years

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(bc) y/n walks into the club walks over to jimin sits on his lap grabs his arms wraps then around her waist. Nuzzles into his chest. “Can we please stay like this stuff has be rough at hime :(“

“Oh my god.” Jungkook exclaimed in offence. “Why this shorty?” Taehyung exclaimed. “I know I smell good Y/N?” Jimin tsked at you. “You’re so funny jimin.” Hoseok laughed in sarcasm. “We have millions of other things to do!!?” Yoongi reminded.

#the bullyclub

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themagicalreads · 4 years

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Journey Home (Mature/Prompt)

Rapunzel was hot despite the biting cold wind of the sea rushing outside, and it was all the captain's doing. Jack sucked at the nape of her neck as he moved against her, drawing a long moan from her lips. She ran her fingers up his back, pulling him as close to her body as she could, before moving on to his hair.

"Mmm," his mumbling was deep, husky. She tugged at his white locks to bring more out of him, and he obliged wonderfully.

"Oh, captain," she whined in pure bliss.

He pulled away from her, suddenly, eyes sinking deep inside her soul.

"Jack," she corrected herself with a small smile. He rewarded her with a smirk and his tongue slipping in smoothly beside her own. Her entire body buzzed with energy, with light and tingles and love. Pure love, and shared ecstasy.

Rapunzel tightened her bare legs around Jack's hips as they continued their rocking. Then, she gripped his pale shoulders and flipped him onto his back so she now sat atop him, in control. His chest shivered as she ran her hands across it, feeling drunk by his very presence.

This was the most ruthlessly handsome man she'd ever laid eyes upon. The youngest captain to sail the Seven Seas on a fully crewed ship. And yet he had the biggest heart she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. One he liked to trap inside of a birdcage called his ship. The Zella. A nameless ship named after her, of every human in existence.

The way he looked at her now with heavy-lidded eyes made her question how it had taken her so long to let him in, even after he'd saved her from a life no one wished to have. It had taken him a while to break apart his cold-hearted persona to her as well, but he'd shown her vulnerability long before she could even muster to reveal hers.

He gripped her hips gently, running his hands over her thighs and back again. To places that made her insides flip completely in the most wonderful of ways.

When they were finished, Jacks head dropped against the pillow as he tried to catch his breath. After a few seconds of relishing in his sweet scent, Rapunzel sat up on his hips and brought his suddenly-distanced mind back on board with a soft finger to his chin.

"Your heads off somewhere in the moon again," she said as his ice blue eyes, warm as the sun, met her own. They were full of sadness, and love, and pain.

"Is it?"

Rapunzel nodded.

"You're beautiful."

Tingles rushed over her spine, but she ignored them, to her body's dismay. She plucked his crumpled, white, linen shirt off the bedsheets beside them and pulled it over her chest. It was much more flowy on her than it ever was on him, which was one of the reasons why she loved wearing it to bed so much. Immediately, she felt fingers playing at its hem, tugging up and down. "And you're ignoring my questions again," she told him.

Jack sighed, pulling his wandering hands away from her to palm at his eyes. "Because it's a decision I've already made. We're going for the Black Treasure."

Rapunzel shook her head in disbelief. "Everyone's gone for the Black Treasure, you and I both know it's a death trap." She lowered her palms to his stomach. "No one's caught word of the Golden Flower yet, save from us, the Sea De Vil, and the Jolly Roger. And we're the ones closest to the island, as far as word carries. It'd be stupid not to go."

Jack shifted, gently pushing at her hips until she swung off of him. While he pulled his breeches on, Rapunzel sat patiently on her legs until he grumbled: "I'm not going back to Corona. I made that clear with you before you joined the crew."

"And I haven't said a word about it in six years. It would've been longer if Nicholas hadn't told us about the sighting."

Jack shook his head again, then glanced over his shoulder at her. "It's a magic golden flower. There's no such thing."

Rapunzel smiled softly, crawling over to sit just behind his shoulder. She slid her chin down over it, wrapping her arms around his own in an embrace that set her soul of fire. "I don't believe in magic," she mocked, in a horrible imitation of his voice. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard you say, Ice Man."

"I was cursed. There's a difference."

"You've never viewed your magic as a curse before. And even if it was technically a curse, the fact that it exists is proof that this flowers' powers can very much be real, too. We can't miss the chance of someone else finding it. Imagine the gold people would pay for it—more than all the treasures we've kept and sold combined. We can treasure it, too. Keep it to ourselves."

Jack was quiet for a long moment. She knew he'd grown up on the island, same as she, but he'd never confessed why he refused so strongly to go back, and she'd never felt the right to push. She hadn't told him everything about her long years in Gothelitch either. He had a right to his own privacy as everyone else did with things that didn't involve her.

He opened his mouth to speak, finally, when a loud bang! suddenly sounded from the door. "When you two lovebirds are done rubbin' up all over each other," Merida, the Zella's master gunner, yelled from the other side, "we got somethin' out here ya might wanna see."

"Aye!" Jack answered. The both of them hurried into their own garments and out of the captain's quarters. Out on the main deck, most of the crew stood gazing at something far off to sea.

"Ya see 'im watching us too?" Hook Hand's eyes glared under the hand pressed over his brows, shielding the sun.

"I can feel 'im," Big Nose added.

"Aye, captain! First lady," Merida sauntered over, nodding to the both of them. "Sailin' master's caught somethin' on the horizon. Gettin' easier to see by the second. Aye, Haddie," she yelled out to the sky, suddenly, where Hiccup Haddock stood on the main mast. "How's it lookin' up there?"

"Definitely him!" Hiccup yelled back. "I recommend we set sail East soon, unless we want a repetition of the blood moon!"

Rapunzel glanced at Jack, whose face was still as a frozen lake. The battle on the blood moon had been a nightmare, worse than any they'd been in. The Zella usually did its best to avoid physical conflict between other ships and coastal villages—it was how other pirates got their ships sunk to the ocean's bottom so quickly in their early days of sailing, or how they lost their treasure faster than they earned it, what with all the repairs it cost 'em. The Zella was more so of a silent threat, he'd say. We were a legend, never seen, yet wielding a deadly strike.

Their run-in with the Sea De Vil hadn't been planned. Jack was usually good at tricking others and tracking their thoughts long before they even made them, but he'd made a slight miss guess on Captain Crell's plans. He hadn't expected the renovations he'd given his ship months back for faster sailing. Guess someone else caught on to Jack's tricks—when you scream your plans out for the world to hear, surprise is an impossible thing to achieve. But if you put them to motion under the cover of sealed lips and well placed coins, diverting expectations most often turns victorious.

Now, that very ship was sailing straight for them, only but a small blip on the horizon. It would take a day for them for meet up if they continued on their current route.

"He's sailing for Corona," Rapunzel told him. "Heading South. We're a bonus treasure on his path."

"We're sinking him next time we meet." Jack's voice was stiff, and incredibly determined. There was no doubt in her that his words were true—the Zella's was easily the toughest ship on the Seas. "The Jolly Roger, too."

"You really think words not going to make it to the others if we take those two down? It's a useless endeavor. They'll just cost us more gold in repair, and for what? Temporarily stopping pirates from sailing for the Golden Flower?"

Jack's lips were pressed in a neat line. She knew she was getting onto his nerves about the topic, but she was itching to head home, despite what she told him. The one thing that had kept her from dangerous thoughts after she'd been forced into white slavery was the thought of seeing her parents again. She hoped her disappearance hadn't affected their protectiveness of her sister to a point of extreme. Slavery was a common thing, but her family had cared about one another far too much to let it become an unspoken topic, she knew.

"Please," Rapunzel whispered. She knew she was being cruel, torturing him this way, but she needed to see them at least one last time. She needed to know they were okay, and that she was too.

Jack refused to look at her. The pain he was trying so hard to hide in his eyes tore her heart to pieces. What was she doing to him? She knew she was right in her talk about the flower's worth, but Corona had always been the one thing he'd refused to hear talk about.

He scowled, finally, starring deep into the horizon. "Turn the sails south," he ordered.

***

They arrived at sunrise three days later. The Coronian seas were calm as they anchored down around a mountainous bend, covering them from prying eyes.

"Everyone, ready yourselves for a quick leave," Jack announced as he marched down the main deck. "I won't be long."

The crew groaned in disagreement.

"Ya mean none of us are comin' with, save for Zel?" Merida complained. "No offence, Cap, but that's idiocy at its best."

Jack shot her a dangerous look.

"You'll need Haddie for his navigation skills. And you'll need me, for added protection, yeah? Ain't that what we usually do?"

"This isn't a usual case," Jack informed her. But Merida had never been one to give up. It was a wonder Jack bothered keeping any of this crew around, considering how much they talked back at him. Rapunzel suspected he liked it, deep down. It made their days on the ship that much more entertaining and pleasant, considering the business they were in.

"We do make a good team," Hiccup had just climbed down from his mast, ready for departure. "Zella's four heads of ship."

"Fine." Jack gave in. "Shorty! Lower two boats. We leave immediately." And immediately they did. Rapunzel found herself sitting in front of an emotionless Jack in a matter of no time. His gaze was glassy, fixed on nothing as he rowed their boat off to shore. His grip on the paddles was tight; it worried Rapunzel.

"Talk to me," she said, finally, over the sound of waves tugging them along. "What are you thinking, Jack? It's no good keeping things bottled up inside. You're not a treasure map, or a letter lost at sea."

That brought out a brief chuckle from Jack. "It's nothing."

Rapunzel frowned. "You're worse than a lady. It's not nothing."

"Doesn't matter anyway," he shrugged.

The boat scratched to a stop against the sand, but Rapunzel made no move to get out. Instead, she hopped onto Jack's lap, legs on either side of his hips, and gently pried his fingers away from each paddle. They moved to rest on her waist, only to lower back to his side. The subtle action hurt Rapunzel more than she cared to admit. She leaned forward, oh so slowly, and slipped her tongue between his lips, soothed when she felt his hands return to caress her.

"I love you," she told him.

Jack closed his eyes, gripping at her hips with each rock of the boat. "Don't say that."

"Why not? It's true."

She felt one of his hands reaching up to rub against her hair. "It'll hurt more when you leave."

Realization dawned on her suddenly—he thought she would leave the Zella as soon as they docked in Corona. His sudden failed attempts at distancing himself from her made much more sense now. From the past three days, he'd been trying to rip away his attachment to her. Rapunzel gripped Jack's neck, brushing her fingers against the hair at his nape. "I just want to visit them," she clarified. "I want us all to know we're okay—that I am, now. The Zella's my new home, captain."

Relief flooded over Jack's face, something he was brief to show. A smirk suddenly found its way back to his lips. "Bad girl."

Rapunzel smiled against his lips, warmth swelling inside of her. "Forgive me, sweet, sweet, Jack."

"Aye!" Merida yelled from somewhere off to their left. She and Hiccup had just arrived. "Got a magic flower to find, eh?"

Hiccup chimed in, "Nicholas mentioned it was somewhere by—"

"I know where it is," Rapunzel interrupted, joining up with the others. She looked at them almost guiltily. "I might have done some of my own research after Nick clued us in. If I read the riddles right, it's on top of a hill just out of town. Oh no!" Rapunzel patted at her dress. "I drew a map of how I remembered the island! I was so excited, I must've forgot it on the ship, but that's alright," she was quick to add, grinning at Jack. "We can grab one in town—it'll be much more accurate, and we can visit my family on the way!"

"Sounds like a plan, Zel," Merida agreed, happily.

"If they're as sweet as you, we should invite them on the crew," Hiccup added, only to earn an elbow to the gut from Merida.

They all laughed, save from Jack. "I'm not going," he told them.

"Oh, but they'd love you!" Rapunzel insisted. She was quick to give up her attempts at convincing, however. She knew could do it, he'd crack in a few minutes time, but the trick in gaining a silver tongue was to know when not to push. Jack never wanted to go back home in the first place. Something must have happened in town—something he didn't want to remember. He could meet her family another time, then. "We'll meet back here in half an hour," she told Jack once they'd reached the main bridge.

"Make it an hour," Jack said, but Rapunzel shook her head, keeping it at half. If she spent too much time with the family, she might forget how strongly she loved being at sea.

She might want to stay.

Rapunzel pressed a kiss onto Jack's cheek in goodbye. Then, she followed an ecstatic Merida and Hiccup down the bridge.

Corona was just as beautiful as she remembered, with his big, brick building, and sunny flag. She'd been caught after wandering too far on the outskirts when she was but a seven year old girl. She'd spent another seven in the grips of white slavery, where dirty men used her in ways no child or adult should ever be used. When Jack had stopped by Gothelitch in search for the islands solid gold tooth box, he'd had a run-in with the head of operation, Sir Black. Merida had been the one to spot her first, and she'd convinced Jack to unleash the crew of the Nameless to free our group of imprisoned girls. They'd succeeded, to her surprise, despite them only having been in the pirate business for barely over a year—he'd started when he was but fourteen, Rapunzel's age at the time.

If she hadn't been so curious, she never would have left Corona. She never would of met Jack, or Merida, or Hiccup, or even the rest of the crew. She was grateful for everything that had happened to her, in a way, but she still had nightmares of her time in Gothelitch. The town itself was lovely, but it had been tainted by her reason for being there.

Hiccup located a map easily. Finding Rapunzel's parents had been harder but, with a lot of asking around, they finally found themselves before an old brick home. Her parents looked the same as she pictured, but little Poppilia was almost her height. She was seventeen now, almost a grown woman, just like Rapunzel. It hurt her to know she'd missed out on watching her grow up, on creating memories only a big sister could give her. Still, her sadness gave way to relief at knowing they were still safe and okay.

"Where have you been?" Her mother asked after many hellos.

Rapunzel briefly explained what had happened to her, sparing them of the awful detail. Only she would bare that burden. "I've been sailing on the Zella since," she concluded. But instead of pure joy at her safety, her family looked fearsome.

"Doesn't Captain Jack own that ship?" Poppy asked, worry etched on her brow.

"Yes," Rapunzel smiled. "He's the most wonderful man."

Her father turned to her mother. "He was an Overland, wasn't he? Left at thirteen. I remember him."

"Oh, Punzel!" Her mother sighed, taking her shoulders. "Stay with us! Please, it's so good to have you back. We'll protect you from that man." Her green eyes flicked to Merida and Hiccup, standing a few paces behind Rapunzel. "Your friends too, they're absolutely free to stay."

Rapunzel's brows formed a neat V as she pushed one of her mother's hands free of her shoulder. "I can't stay," she told them, expecting sadness, instead of the worry they all suddenly wore in their eyes. "But I'll visit. I promise."

She made to move away when her father suddenly reached for her wrist. "Sweetheart, please! Don't go back to that devil! He'll flay you, just like he did his family!"

Rapunzel stilled. She saw her friends do the same as well—except they weren't watching her father.

They were watching her.

"What?" Rapunzel asked her father.

"The boy murdered his entire family, an older sister and two younger brothers. Then the coward had the sense to run away and get himself into that pirate business. No one's dared chase after him, not after everything he's done."

Rapunzel's head spun wildly, a headache blooming at her temple. When she turned to Merida and Hiccup, she found them completely unsurprised by the news she just been given. It was true, then. Jack had killed his own family. That explained why he ran away—why he didn't want to come back.

Rapunzel ripped her wrist out of her father's grip. There was an explanation, there had to be! Jack wasn't a monster. But why hadn't he told her what he did? Why hadn't he...?

She stormed out of Corona, ignoring her family's pleading calls. Merida and Hiccup said nothing, but she was pleased to hear they were struggling to follow her quick pace.

"Explain!" She yelled at Jack when she found him hanging by the bridge. Tears already stained her cheeks, but she didn't attempt to wipe them away. She could see it on his face, then, the horrified realization that she knows. Rapunzel knew what he'd been trying so hard to hide from her.

"I..." he started, but failed to continue.

"Your own family!" Her yells were drawing attention from the townsfolk, but she couldn't stop, couldn't stop it with the utter pain radiating through her.

"Not to interrupt," Hiccup hesitantly started, "But can we talk about this while—"

"It's there!" Rapunzel jammed her finger over a spot his open map. "Go find your damn flower!"

Red tainted Hiccup's cheeks, sending a rush of guilt swishing through her stomach. He and Merida rushed off without another word. She'd apologize to them after—they'd done nothing wrong. This had been Jack's secret to share, and he'd failed to do so. "Why?"

His blue eyes flashed. He glanced around them quickly. Then, he took her elbow and led her behind a nearby stand. She should have felt afraid, but he was so familiar. She'd trusted him far too much, and now her body couldn't even be afraid of him.

"It was... It wasn't me," he explained. "I mean, it was, but it wasn't. Not really."

Rapunzel lip quivered. "You're not making much sense."

Jack let go of her elbow and turned away from her. He rubbed a hand through his hair, pulling. Finally, they dropped tiredly to his sides. "It happened after the curse," he whispered. "I stole from the wrong lady. She was talking gibberish to me, saying how she was gonna curse me and all that. Thought she was just rattling out stuff that she knew would scare a normal kid." He shook his head, deep in memory. "I ran back home. Went to sleep thinking my brothers would have the laughs of their lives after I told them about what happened tomorrow." His shoulders shook, but Rapunzel couldn't hear him crying. "I woke up in the middle of the night. All I remember is sitting in the backyard, looking at—at their bodies, all—"

Rapunzel's hand betrayed her. She placed it over his shoulder in comfort, and he turned his face toward her in reflex. They were tear-filled; he had been crying after all. "You don't have to—"

"I flayed them alive. Probably did more, too, seeing how frostbitten they looked. I don't remember anything other than sitting in the yard looking at them. And then running for the fastest boat off land. I knew even then that nothing I could do would bring em' back."

Rapunzel could feel her heart wrenching, twisting harshly at the memory. How horrible must it have been to live with such a sight engrained in your mind? And she'd thought she'd experienced scarring things.

Frostbitten. It explained why he'd refused to use his powers during her first years on board. It took three entire years for them to become close friends, for Rapunzel to develop a crush she hadn't known he returned until that evening in the ship's stores when they'd gotten closer than usual. "Can I kiss you?" He'd asked, face only inches from hers. He had her pressed against the wall as soon as she'd whispered, "Yes." But the flashes of her past still haunted her, then. More than they did now that she knew she was safe. It had taken her long to let him share more than simple kisses in the shadows with her.

It had taken him just as long to give in to Rapunzel's constant encouragement for him to make use of his powers.

"Did you ever try pursuing the witch?" She asked him. "Maybe she would have known how to reverse it."

Jack bobbed his head up and down. "She was Black's mistress in Gothelitch."

Betrayal bloomed inside Rapunzel like a poisoned flower. "That's why you came to the island. To the house. To get your revenge on the Great Dame. You weren't planning on saving us at all, were you?"

Jack looked away, and Rapunzel slid her hand off of him. "Please," he begged, suddenly, looking back at her with widened eyes. His hand had quickly found its way to the crook of her elbow. "The crew really did want to get you girls out of there after we made it. I did. You know I would never lie to anyone on board, especially not you."

Rapunzel closed her eyes as his palm reached her jaw. He pet a thumb against her cheek, sending sparks running through her skin with every stroke. "I wouldn't of hated you if you'd told me," she whispered. "I could never hate you."

"You should," he whispered back. "You really should."

"Jack," Rapunzel opened her eyes. "It wasn't your fault. What you did. Your heart's as good as the Gods above, it was the curse that—"

"There he is!"

Rapunzel twisted fast toward the street, where Poppy stood pointing with a guard at her side. Fear shot through her heart—Jack was not welcome on this island, that much was clear to her now. "Run!" He pulled him away with her, just as a gunshot sounded. Its smell soured the air around them as they ran to shore, fast as their legs could take them. More gunshots came as they found their way to their boat and started rowing. Rapunzel watched as they pulled Merida and Hiccup's boat off shore—they'd have to come find them later.

Then, one last gunshot fired, and it had its eye on Jack's back. He lurched forward as Rapunzel cried out. "Hold it!" She told him, taking charge of the rowing. Her arms were already starting to burn from the pull, but she was glad to see Jack finally do what he was told. "Rip my skirts," she added.

Despite his situation, Jack still managed to smirk. "I don't think now's the time for that, princess."

"Rip my skirts," she said again. "Use it to cover the wound until we get on deck"

"Princess," Jack struggled to hum again in her lap. He was silent for a moment as he tried and failed to move himself upward. "I can't feel my right hand, and my thigh's going numb."

Rapunzel was breathing hard, sweat beading at her brow. She rowed faster. "What?" She said, looking down at him. "You—no. No, you'll be alright." She stopped rowing, suddenly, and helped him into a sitting position at the bottom of the boat, despite his protests. She wasn't strong enough to tear the fabric of her skirts, so she made sure he kept his left sleeve against the open would while she took Jack's previous place and worked all of her energy into rowing. "You'll be alright," she kept telling him.

But the both of them knew he wouldn't be.

"The Golden Flower has healing magic, doesn't it?" Rapunzel asked.

"It'll be too late," Jack answered.

"No," she insisted. "I'll hop on a boat with Vladimir as soon as we get back. We'll tie a second one with us and carry it along for Merida and—"

"No, Zella." Jack's voice was stern, decisive. It left no room for argument. "We're going back for them, just not now. They're smart enough to hold out on their own."

"Jack," Rapunzel's voice was weak, broken. The bullet had hit his spinal cord. He was being forced to succumb to paralysis, something she couldn't imagine would ever be easy for Jack to bare, considering how active he always was. He'd realized it, too, she knew. How horrible must he be feeling, knowing his fate? And after everything he'd gone through.

It wasn't fair.

Nothing was fair.

Rapunzel cried out for the crew as soon as they were close enough to the Zella. Nothing was fair, that was true, but from now on, she vowed, she would make sure to make that very saying as untrue as she could.

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