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valwentinefics · 3 years

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Hello!! Could I request a Zemo x reader fic where he overhears the reader making a joke with Sam and Bucky, “I wonder if any rich people out there would want an Avenger trophy wife”? Thanks <3

A/N: Thank you for the request! I’ll let you guys decide if he’s manipulating the reader or if he’s just ooc. I decided to make the reader very poor and selfless so it would fit better and kept her power ambiguous.

Trophy Wife - Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, describing poor living conditions

Word count: 1169

Y/n was poor. She rejected all the money and fame she could have gotten from being Avenger, not wanting to profit off of a job that had previously ruined a country, even if that happened before she had joined. Instead, Y/n considered herself nothing more than a concerned citizen taking action to help, even if that meant she had to eat cup noodles for every meal in a water damaged studio apartment.

Now she sat on Zemo’s couch, a cup of tea nestled in her hands as she looked around the home. It was nice, not overly showy but was visibly upper class. Y/n couldn’t believe this was how she was living now, pulled around by a rich guy. Truthfully, she could get used to the perks that came with being around the Baron.

“I still can’t believe I can say I’ve been in a private jet.” Y/n said out loud, getting the attention of Bucky and Sam. “I mean just a few days ago I was poor as fuck, living off of dollar store cup noodles and sunny d. I was able to eat a steak yesterday!�� She laughed, only earning a concerned look from the three men at her living arrangements, Zemo now no longer staring into his cup and instead at Y/n inquisitively, his head tilted slightly.

“Damn Y/n, you lived like that?” Asked Sam, “Like, you’re not exaggerating?”

Y/n laughed. “God, I wish I was. But no, I actually lived like that. I should invite you guys around to my apartment sometime, you can meet the rats that live in my walls.” Her words caused Bucky’s never ending stare to morph into serious concern and Sam’s jaw to drop. Zemo showed indifference, grabbing her empty cup she had placed down and going to the kitchen to wash it. “That’s a joke, it’s actually mice.”

“How do you live like that?” Asked Bucky, “If you need a place to stay, I don’t use my bedroom much.”

“It’s hard to hold another job when you’re an Avenger and it just feels wrong to get money from it. Unlike you two I became an Avenger right out of highschool, I didn’t have savings like Sam and I wasn’t in anyone’s will like you Bucky. All my money comes from the occasional government mission that I allow to pay me. But don’t worry about me, I'm an Avenger, I’ll make do. I don’t need any help” She smiled at the two.

“Alright, but you need anything you call me. God, I can’t believe you live like that. Do I need a tetanus shot just because I’ve been standing close to you?” Joked Sam, easing the tense concern that filled the air.

Y/n giggled. “No don’t worry, I’m safe. But being with Zemo has made me start thinking,” She paused for a moment, wondering if she should really say this. “I wonder if any rich people out there would like an Avenger trophy wife?” Sam let out a laugh, about to say something when an unexpected voice interrupted.

“I would.” Spoke Zemo from his place in the kitchen, popping a turkish delight into his mouth.

All heads turned to the Sovokian Baron, earning a casual shrug from him. Y/n felt her cheeks turn red as she processed his words. Bucky’s fist clenching as he shot a glare to Zemo. Sam looked between the two, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

“No, no, no this is not what’s going to happen. I need some air, I’m going for a walk.” He headed to the door, followed by an awkwardly silent Bucky. “You two, don’t do anything weird while we’re gone.” Sam tossed on his jacket, muttering about the situation under his breath as he headed out with Bucky in tow.

The room became consumed by silence soon after, the only sound being made was from the wrapping on Zemo’s turkish delights as he tossed another one into his mouth. Y/n couldn’t keep his eyes off him, thinking of his words. She hadn’t really realized how attractive he was before now. Not a hair out of place, his long jacket slung over his shoulders, the air of casual confidence he gave off. She wasn’t sure why she liked him, the man that caused a rift within the Avengers, who had caused so much pain to those she cared about. She almost felt guilty for it. Almost.

“I meant what I said.” The sokovian accent filled the room after a few moments, Y/n’s eyes snapping to his instead of looking at his body. “About an Avenger trophy wife.”

“And why would you mean that? I thought you hated us?” Y/n asked, confused.

Zemo walked over, his steps slow and back straight as he approached, looking like the royalty he was. “Because you’re not like them, you’re not a supremacist. You live in squalor because you believe it’s the right thing to do. You don’t show your power to the world and become a glorified image, you try to remain human. You’re humble, altruistic.” He paused right in front of Y/n. She turned her head away from him, looking out the window, his words making her cheeks painted red.

“You flatter me Zemo.” She spoke nervously, not used to all the praise. She wasn’t a popular avenger so not many people paid attention to her efforts, and she didn’t care if they did or didn’t but it felt nice to receive a compliment. In a way, Zemo’s praise meant more to her in her eyes than anyone else's. He was against the whole group and wasn’t scared to make that known, yet here he was complimenting her.

“It’s the truth.” His hand cupped her cheek and guided Y/n’s face to look at his. “You don’t deserve to live like that when you’re the only good one in the damn system. If the others were like you, maybe my country would still be around.” His eyes held sadness within them for a moment as he almost stared through her before going back to how he was before. “I know I can’t marry you now, however just think of at least being my sugar baby, let me reward you for being the only hero with a good moral compass.”

Y/n stared into his dark eyes for a few moments, mulling over the situation. Was it right to accept? No. But she hadn’t felt true appreciation for her actions and sacrifices before, nor such genuine praise, that she decided for once and only once it was time to be selfish. She reached into her pocket and ripped a page out of her notebook, scribbling her number onto the sheet and handing it to Zemo.

“I accept.”

#helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #zemo x reader #zemo

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spxllcxstxr · 3 years

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Always With Me • R.L

Summary: “Please don’t go.” (Bolded)

Warnings: Mentions of food/eating/not being able to eat, brief mention of vomit, Remus is very close to the full moon so he’s snippy, underage smoking, yelling, Remus is insecure and hard on himself, depressing thoughts

Word Count: ~1k

A.N: I actually wrote this like a year ago, but I’ve recently tweaked it and all that. Listened to Tiny Dancer by Elton John while thinking up the title. I guess this is my first angst post too, so I hope it’s angsty enough! Some characters may be a bit ooc though

Title: Elton John - Tiny Dancer

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The week of the full moon takes a lot out of Remus, especially when added to the increasing amount of assignments the professors start handing out. The stress practically kills him.

He’s stuck in bed three days before the full moon, and will likely stay there until after the transformation.

Remus looks sickly, laying in his bed. His skin is pale and dotted with sweat like he’s got a fever. The numerous scars that litter his body look rougher and inflamed. His hair looks like it’s thinned overnight, and you can see strands scattered over his pillow. It’s wirey and delicate to the touch when you run your fingers through it.

“You need to eat, darling.” You mutter, trying to convince him.

The plate of plain toast and orange slices you brought up from the Kitchens sits untouched on his nightstand.

“Love, I won’t be able to hold it down.” He croaks, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands.

“Well you can’t just starve yourself for three more days, Rem.” You lecture, watching him puff out rings of smoke.

“You think I don’t fucking know that? I just don’t feel like vomiting it all up!” Remus snaps, ripping his gaze from you, deciding to focus on the ceiling instead.

The bags underneath his eyes are heavier and darker than usual.

You sigh and lay down next to him, resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry, Rem. You know I just worry.”

The thumping of his heart is dull and every breath comes out in a labored wheeze.

“I’ll try to eat later, ok?” He murmurs eventually, still focusing on the thin wisps of smoke.

You hum in response and rub your thumb across his chest, partially trying to ease his anxiety and partially to ease yours.

“Don’t you have class?” Remus questions.

“Don’t you?” You counter.

He huffs out a faint laugh. “Don’t get smart with me, love.”

You bury your cheek deeper into his shirt.

“I’m fine missing one Arithmancy class, darling. Especially for you.” You shrug.

Remus grunts in response, snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him. The movement has his bones creaking, and his teeth grinding together in pain.

You kiss his cheek. “Try to get some sleep, alright?”

He nods, his eyes already closing due to pure exhaustion.

You stay with him until the end of the period, but you do have to go to class eventually. You write him a note and make your way to Potions.

Lily catches up to you on your way to the dungeons.

“(Y/n)!” She calls, her fiery braid flowing behind her.

You slow to a stop and let her catch up to you.

“How was Arithmancy?” You ask.

“Just some more number charts. I’ll lend you my notes.” She shrugs.

“Thank Merlin for you, Lils. You’re a life saver.”

Lily finally grabs your arm and drags you into an empty classroom. She closes the door behind you.

“Lily, what’s up—?”

“What’s up with Remus?” She cuts you off. Her green eyes search your eyes for answers.

“What‘re you talking about?” You scoff, nervously. Your fingers twitch out of habit.

“Cut the shit, (Y/n). I’ve noticed it for years now.” Lily crosses her arms in annoyance. “He’s my friend too. You think I haven’t noticed how sick he gets, especially during the full moon? And how all of you disappear in the middle of the night?”

“Lily—“

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“You’re not stupid—“

“Is he a werewolf?” She whispers harshly.

You pause and bite your lip. You could just deny it, but she’s already completely figured it out. You start wringing your hands, wishing you could take out a cigarette right there in the middle of the castle.

“It isn’t my place to say.” You finally sigh, dodging the question.

“It’s a yes or no question.” She argues.

“It’s not!” You exclaim. You then get close enough to whisper in her ear. “Ask him about it next week, yeah?”

Her green eyes are wide and staring at you when you finally pull back.

You swallow harshly, guilt pooling at the bottom of your stomach.

“Let’s drop it and get to Sluggy’s class.” You walk out of the empty classroom, and walk briskly to the potions room.

You stomp up to the boys dorm after Ancient Runes, your last class of the day. The rest of them are already in their room, James, Sirius, and Peter already back from Divination, and Remus not moving from the morning. At least the orange slices are gone. However, that doesn’t mean he kept them down.

“Lily knows.” You announce, dropping your bag at the end of Remus’ bed and taking out a cigarette.

Sirius, who already has one lit, snaps his head towards you. “Lily knows a lot of things, so you gotta be a little more specific.”

“She knows about Moony’s furry little problem.” You clarify, biting your lip.

“She what?!” Remus cries, finally sitting up against the headboard.

“I didn’t tell her, Remus. She figured it out herself and asked me about it!” You hold your hands up in surrender.

“Well shit, (Y/n). What’d you say?” Peter asks, picking at his blanket.

“I just told her to ask him about it next week.” You mutter, anxiously awaiting Remus to explode out of anger.

“Oh that’s just bloody brilliant, innit?” Your boyfriend spats at you, teeth clenched.

“Hey! Don’t yell at her, it’s not her fault!” James shouts, coming to your defense.

“Moony, she was bound to find out eventually, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Sirius comments, picking at his black nail polish, successfully chipping the paint.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“No.” You reply, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yes.” Sirius says at the same time, effectively provoking it.

“Lily can report me and spread this, don’t you understand?” Remus rages, the tips of his ears red.

“Lily wouldn’t do that, you know this Remus.” James tries to reason.

“I think you’re a little biased, Prongs. She was bloody friends with Snivellus! Anything could happen!”

“Well she isn’t friends with him anymore, Moons. Lily is trustworthy and a good friend. She wouldn’t tell a soul.” James argues.

Remus growls and forcefully closes the curtains around his bed, shutting you all out.

You shift awkwardly on the balls of your feet, the four of you watching the scarlet curtains sway. Remus is silent behind them.

The guilt has your stomach in knots. You can’t help but feel responsible.

“C’mon, (Y/n), it’s time for dinner and obviously Moony wants to be left alone.” James anxiously runs a hand through his already chaotic hair, slightly tugging at the dark curls.

You wordlessly nod your head and start to follow them out the door.

“W-we’ll bring something up from the Kitchens, Remus.” Peter stutters in front of you.

However, you hesitate at the threshold, reluctant to just up and leave your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state.

“Please don’t go.”

The broken words are almost too faint to actually hear.

You creep your way back to his bed, carefully pulling back the curtains revealing your boyfriend’s head buried in his hands. You notice the pronounced tremors taking over his hands.

“Hey...hey Rem, it’s all alright.” You murmur, lightly dragging a hand through his rough hair.

Dropping your head down to his, you press your foreheads together, whispering reassurances and declarations of love into his ear.

#Remus Lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #the marauders x reader #the marauders

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charming-2d-boys · 3 years

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Hi! How are you doing? Can I request a Hisoka x S/O were he and his S/O broke up a few years ago but then they meet again and rekindle their relationship. Also the S/O changed a lot since there last meeting.

Oh, oh, oh, I've wanted to write something like this for Hisoka for a while, so thank you for this request! 🙇😄

Ah, my heart that loves drama and fluff~ 💕

Also, inspired by From Zero by MONSTA X because I love that song and I think it fits well with the story and even Hisoka in this situation 🥰

Warning: long as hell because Hisoka and might also be a bit OOC, though I hope not too much

A/N: someone please tell me why I spent 5 hours writing this during class? why couldn’t I write it faster? :/

From Zero - Hisoka x Reader

There were days when you wondered if you’d made the right decision. All those years of short and failed relationships certainly told you so. But then you’d remember all the lies Hisoka had told you, all the - sometimes - mean comments and teasing, the lack of trust and apologies, and the way he always expected you to welcome him back with open arms and no questions or complaints, after months of hearing nothing from him. He always took you for granted, hadn’t he? And look at you now.

You could only scoff as you were leaving the restaurant after yet another failed blind date. You were never trusting your friend’s taste in people again.

The cold air still seeped in even as you pulled your jacket tighter over your body and you cursed the dreary weather and your mood making it seem even worse than it actually was. The guy had been nothing but a jerk the entire night: complaining about the food, the prices, the waiter - you apologised quietly to the poor guy when you were leaving and gave him a bigger tip. This whole night was a disaster. And the moment you bumped into someone and almost fell into a puddle seemed to mark the end of your patience. But you were caught just in time by a pair of strong arms and put on your own two feet again.

“Thank you and I’m sorry, I wasn’t lo-” The words you were about to utter were immediately cut short as your eyes widened. Of course, it just had to be Hisoka who you had bumped into. Out of more than 7 billion people in this world, it had to be Hisoka. Fate really was a bitch sometimes.

“Oh, (Y/N), fancy seeing you again~ ♦” Your ex’s voice purred as he looked at you and your clothes. “Out on a date? ♣” His eyes twinkled as he smirked at you, though his smile didn’t really look that pleased. You only raised an eyebrow, shaking your head and moving around him so you could leave. Of course, Hisoka had to start following you. “What did they do? Complain? Threaten the waiter? Spilled wine on you? Or something else? ♦” You’d almost forgotten how annoying he could be.

“Hisoka, drop it. I’m not telling you a thing.” You almost spat the words out as you still felt his presence behind you.

“Aww, why not? ♠️” You could almost feel that smile when he asked.

“Because we’re not together anymore, okay? I wouldn’t be in this situation if you would’ve just...” You turned around, looking into his eyes, almost searching for the right words in them. “I’m not having this discussion here.” You kept walking, back facing Hisoka as he followed you, watching you attentively.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what had led to you breaking up with him a few years before. And he could see that you’d changed. You weren’t the same meek little thing who didn’t get into any conflicts and would rather turn away than confront someone. Just look at how you had just talked with him. You would’ve probably stuttered at the sight of that smirk of his then. Apparently, not anymore.

“Then let’s talk at your place~ ♥️️” Hisoka said as he fell into step with you and grabbed your hand, making you almost stumble as you tried to keep up with him. You were so close to ripping your hand out of his and cursing him until ears bled, but you knew it would be useless. Hisoka could be stubborn when he wanted to be. And the only thing you could do was sigh and try to keep up with his long strides.

It was only a few minutes later when you were both in front of your door as you unlocked it and went inside. You quickly went into the bedroom to change, not paying any attention to Hisoka, at least for a few minutes. Hisoka, meanwhile, breathed in and looked around. He felt as if he was back home. He had missed your place and the way your perfume lingered around even after you had left the room. He took a seat on the comfy couch where he’d stayed countless times, cuddling you while you were watching a movie or making out, a smile on his lips at the memories. You came out of your bedroom a few minutes later, comfortable and feeling better, and asked Hisoka if he wanted anything to drink or eat. Might as well be a good host. Hisoka only shook his head and you got yourself a glass of water before sitting down on the couch, as far away from him as you could.

“So~ ♠️”

“So what?”

“How do I get back in your good graces? ♦” Hisoka’s grin was back as he looked at you playfully.

“What makes you think you can?” Your eyebrow was raised. Did he really think you’d just accept something like this so easily? He’d have to prove you that he was worth it. You wouldn’t waste another few years of your life on a relationship that none of you were sure would last.

“You’re hurting me, (Y/N)~ ♠️ We had some really good times together too, right? ♦” You felt the blood gather at the tips of your ears and under the surface of your cheeks, and you tried to keep looking into his eyes. He was right, of course. There were plenty of good memories between the two of you.

“And we also had enough bad ones. What do you want, after all, anyway? To take you back? Do you really think that after all these lies, among other things, I’ll just let you back into my life that easily?”

“I’m sorry. ♣”

“What?” Had you heard him right? You were staring at Hisoka with wide eyes, expecting a grin to overtake his face at any moment. But it didn’t happen. There was no smile at all. Only him, staring at you with those golden eyes that still made your heart skip a beat whenever they looked at you like that. Like you were the only one and he just had to have you, no matter what. “Hisoka, what did you say?”

“You heard me. ♣” He refused to repeat it. Saying it once was more than enough and that meant enough vulnerability.

“No, I didn’t. And even if I did, it’s not enough, just so you know. One measly apology, no matter how hard it is for you, won’t magically solve everything.” Hisoka only sighed as you crossed your arms stubbornly. You really had changed, huh?

“I’m sorry, okay? ♣ I missed you and I want you back. ♣” At the look on your face, as if you were expecting a bit more, he only sighed louder. He stretched his hands towards you until you finally, slowly put them into his and he pulled you into a side hug. He smelled like cotton candy, again. You smiled at the memory of pushing him into the shower whenever he sprayed himself with too much of that perfume of his, only to be pulled in with him. “I’ll do better and I won’t take you for granted, so just... give me one more chance. ♣” Hisoka was so close to saying please, but he just couldn’t do it. Not yet. But if he had to beg you some more, then he’d probably do it. He couldn’t let you get away now that he’d found you again. He needed you back with him, by his side, just like before.

You would’ve never thought Hisoka would ever say something like this. His voice was almost a whisper and he had hidden his face in your neck as he hugged you tightly into his chest. His heart was beating quickly and you were honestly surprised at the blatant display of weakness as he called it. You sighed before hugging him back just as tightly, fingers going through his hair. His heart seemed to slow down and you felt his lips kiss your neck chastely, making you giggle. He always did that whenever you’d gotten into an argument or he felt bad about something he did or said.

“You’re going to have to work your ass off to make me trust you again. You know that, right?” Hisoka chuckled before nodding, his grip on you tightening just a little more.

“Of course, lovely~ ♥️️” Things would get better between the two of you, he’d make sure of that.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #hisoka #hisoka morrow #hisoka x reader #hisoka morrow x reader #hxh hisoka #hxh writing

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melonsmessymusings · 3 years

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More S7 ideas...

You may remember eons ago I had a marvellous exchange with @rachaeljurassic discussing potential ways of writing Giles out or putting him to better use in S7. I have another one and like 20 minutes before I have to road trip home after spending all day being yelled at by my parents (storytime when I get home), so buckle up because I’m feeling feral:

What if the First could use his image even though Giles isn’t dead? Say Giles technically died for a hot second but is now very much alive and kicking. The First would utilise the hell out of that and could you imagine the angsty drama that would emerge?

Giles rocks up with his apocalypse and potentials. He’s all doom and gloom and stress, as he was, but then Buffy has a late night conversation with him when neither can sleep. They just talk. She pours her heart out to him and tells him how much she misses him, how she's doing the best she can but she’s scared it won’t be enough. He’s then a total dickhead to her in return because she has no idea what he sacrificed for her and all she ever did was hurt him and he always managed to deal with it and get the job done without complaint.

The next day, Buffy is weird and feeling really bad but she doesn’t want to talk about it with Giles when he asks. We tick on and it’s like a slow build Jekyll and Hyde deal. One minute Giles is completely ‘normal’ the next he’s a total arsehole. And Giles doesn’t understand why everyone is so weird around him and puts it down to him ruining their lives with the apocalypse. And you think he’s just having a breakdown or something. Maybe his year away turned him into a husk (not that he wasn’t already by this point), who knows?

Xander eventually confronts him like “I heard you talking to Willow last night and you were bang out of order. You don’t get to say things like that.” To which Giles is the Error 404 message like “wtf I didn’t talk to Willow last night, I was in here researching.” Confusion but Xander doesn’t back down and threatens to throw hands.

Anyways, time passes, then one night, Giles is patrolling with Buffy and says something really out of pocket and Buffy’s like “wtf” and goes to reach for him only to have her hand go straight through him. Oh my god, he’s the First! The First capitalises on this and tells Buffy how Giles died in agony all alone thinking he deserved it and she’d be happier without him. She rushed home absolutely distraught. OOOHHH imagine if it made her believe that he killed himself because of her? AAHH

Bursting in the door, everyone is scared and confused and Giles is standing there like “why are you looking at me like that?” And Buffy tells him to get the hell out and stop messing with them. And that he never gets to use that face and it’s all bullshit etc. Meanwhile poor Giles is so confused but everyone else seems to be on Buffy’s side because he’s been so weird with them all for ages. Failing to convince them, Buffy throws something at him, only for it to hit him.

Then it’s the whole “I don’t understand!” moment. Giles explains that he’s very much alive, lots of awkward poking and hugging. Buffy explains everything, as do the others and Giles is really fucking hurt that they all were so ready to believe he was evil. But the cat’s out of the bag now so it’s fine, right?

Wrong! Because the first keeps messing with them as Giles. They develop rules like, before you talk to Giles, you have to poke him or watch him pick something up (which he hates). Doesn’t always work because if Giles is like in the kitchen and you can hear him puttering about for a bit then ten seconds later he’s standing in front of you, the assumption is it’s him. It just works. So the first is messing with them all still and it’s taking a toll on the actual Giles. Because nobody wants him around because whenever they see him, they freak out and panic until he proves he’s real.

Take a second to admire the utter evil genius behind having everyone doubting Giles is real...

But when did he die? They’re going to bring that up and try and figure it out. And there’s endless possibilities as to when that happened and whether Giles had a clue about it. Also there’s so many ways of having a “when did Giles die?” moment. Like is it from years ago when he was a kid, or maybe he and Ethan partied a little too hard, or the night with Angelus resulted in him coding at the hospital, or what if Willow killed him when she ripped his magic out? There’s endless ways of doing it. Did he even know? If he did, why didn’t he warn them? Was it because he knew that nobody would listen to him?

We never see what happened, whichever way it went. He explains that he doesn’t know but then they talk and he thinks about it, comes to the conclusion that it must’ve been one of the reasons above. Then Buffy gets really sad and guilt ridden because she had no idea.

But it wouldn’t matter because the damage is done. The group is splintered and the First’s plan has succeeded. Like they could make adjustments if Giles appeared, someone has to make sure he’s corporeal but eventually everyone would get so sick of it and just ignore him. And he’d just be so defeated by that and frustrated because everyone’s treading on eggshells around him and not discussing anything important because what if the First can tap into his consciousness? Obviously it can’t but they don’t necessarily know that. How can they differentiate the broken Giles from S7 from the First?

I just think it’s such an interesting concept. It would add loads of drama to the group and we could’ve spent more time focusing on that and it’d be really cathartic for the group to work out tensions. Like imagine Buffy discovering that Willow killed Giles, even if only temporarily. And how Willow would feel about that. Then Xander having to choose sides because Buffy is so angry at Willow but he can’t bring himself to be. Giles getting completely frustrated because nobody will just listen to him and he feels completely useless. Ugh the angst would be glorious.

And you’d never know what was Giles and what was the First because S7 Giles did just lose it at times, he would say something very ‘ooc’ so you couldn’t tell even if he was standing in front of you. And with all the bad things he said/did before they knew, you’d never know!!!!!

It’s just an idea tbh. Like I said, crackhead energy at this point but I had to get this out there.

#btvs #rupert giles #rachaeljurrassic #ugh you bring out the worst of me sometimes istg

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set-phasers-to-whump · 3 years

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breaking down

prompt: nightmares (from day 15)

whumpee: kurt wallander

fandom: young wallander

hi! back on my yw bullshit tonight :) this fic is set after the first ep, i would say ostensibly before the end of the show but like. it can fit wherever you think it can fit lol. hope you enjoy!

The nightmare starts the way that night had started.

The fire alarm blares. Kurt finds the flaming trashcan, flips it, beats out the flames with his coat. The crowd clusters around the fence and he joins and people all around him are speaking and their voices blur together into one solid thing. The boy, Hugo, is up against the fence and the tape is over his mouth and people are jeering and people are saying that someone should help him and Kurt is pushed and then he has to act because this is what he does. His badge and his voice announce his now-unwelcome presence. He tries to take command of the situation, to push the crowd back as they murmur and sneer at the revelation that one of their own is a police officer. And then the man pushes past him and rips off the tape and reveals the grenade and someone shouts “grenade!” and then Kurt is shouting, get back, get back, get back, and he is moving on autopilot, arms stretched out, pushing everyone away as they begin to scream in fear and his back is turned as he’s guiding them out of danger and then there’s a boom and chunks are falling from the sky and his ears are ringing and where Hugo had been there is nothing at all and a piece of singed fabric lands at Kurt’s feet and he doesn’t - he doesn’t - he can’t - all around him people are still screaming, loud enough to hear over the ringing, and some are holding their hands over their ears and some are running away and some are just standing there, stock-still, looking at the spot along the fence where seconds ago there had been a person. He should do something. Call someone. But surely somebody else has done that. Still. Maybe he should call, just in case. He pulls out his phone but as soon as he turns it on it transforms and there is a grenade in his hand like the grenade that had blown up Hugo and he tries to scream a warning to the people still nearby but the words catch in his throat and he hears a beep and -

Kurt shoots bolt upright with a shout that echoes off the walls of the room. His entire body is trembling and stiff and his breath is coming in shudders and his heart is pounding and he can’t think can’t think can’t think -

His hands find his phone, unlock it, and place a call, without him knowing what he’s doing. It’s not until a voice speaks at the other end of the line that he realizes he’s even moved.

“H’lo?” Reza’s voice is thick with sleep, and Kurt can barely hear it over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, over the sound of the explosion, over the ringing…

“Kurt?” Reza sounds more awake now, worried. The change in tone is enough to get Kurt to focus slightly. He needs to say something. He needs something.

“Umm…”

He still can’t think. His mind is a jumble of images, the flames, the crowd, the grenade, the explosion, the pieces falling from the sky, god. He can’t…

“Kurt?” Reza is insistent now, a real undercurrent of fear in his voice. “You okay? I’m coming over.”

“You’re…” he takes a breath, but it’s too deep and he half chokes on it.

“I’m coming. Give me fifteen minutes.”

Before Kurt can reply, Reza’s hanging up, and then it’s just him. He presses his back firmly into the wall behind his pillow and draws his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. He’s shaking so hard that it actually hurts, and his throat feels scratchy and his mind clears enough for him to realize that he must have been screaming in his sleep. He buries his face in his knees and tries to breathe and waits.

By the time Reza arrives, Kurt’s heartbeat has slowed to an almost-normal pace, and some of the shaking has subsided. He’s less tense, too, and starting to ache. His mind is still not where it should be, and he’s still not breathing right - too jagged, too quick, almost painful.

“Kurt?” The door closes softly, and for one second Kurt’s head shoots up from his knees and he looks around in terror, and then he remembers that this is Reza, who is supposed to be here. He relaxes minutely.

“Here,” Kurt calls out, and listens as Reza’s footsteps approach. He feels the bed dip when Reza sits down next to him, and for a long moment there is silence.

“Are you okay?”

He laughs, thickly and humorlessly. “No. No, I’m - fuck, Rez, I’m...I’m…” His breath catches, and he’s already breathing wrong, and then Reza’s hand touches his back, warm and firm and there, and Kurt breaks.

A sob tears its way out of his throat, followed by another, and another, and hot tears are pouring down his face and he’s shaking maybe even harder than before and he feels like he is actually, physically, falling apart, and then Reza must move, because he’s being pulled forwards and his forehead bumps into Reza’s shoulder and his arms come up almost instinctively, hands grabbing the fabric of his best friend’s jacket. Reza’s hand is still on his back, and the other one is holding on to the back of his head, and he’s saying something soft and calming and whatever it is sounds natural and practiced and it sounds like safety.

They sit there for what could be minutes or hours. The sobs turn into crying which turns into sniffling which turns into something that resembles a normal breathing pattern. Kurt is exhausted, achy, and more than a little embarrassed, now that the worst of it has passed. He pulls back slightly from Reza, turns his eyes downwards.

“Sorry,” he says, and winces at how raw his voice sounds.

“You don’t need to be.”

“But I -”

“You’ve been through some horrible shit. Nobody expects you to be fine all the time. Nobody wants you to be, either. It’s not good for you.”

Kurt just nods and leans his head forward again to rest on Reza’s shoulder, trying to ignore the dampness of his jacket. “Thank you.”

“What else is a best friend for?”

“Getting us breakfast in the morning?”

Reza laughs softly. “Sure,” he agrees, easily. “That too.”

“‘M tired.”

“D’you think you can fall back asleep?” And not have another nightmare?, is the unasked question underneath.

“If you stay.”

“Course I’m staying. We’re getting breakfast, remember?”

thanks for reading! hope they weren’t too ooc, i feel like that can be hard when you write something very different from like, the general atmosphere of a show lol. anyway i wanted to do some soft caretaker reza bc i think he would be so good at that since he has a lil kid :) i hope u liked this! (also sorry its so short!)

#summerofwhump #summerofwhump15 #nightmares #young wallander #kurt wallander #nightmare #cared for #emotional whump #crying #my writing #i say things #my title is ass but what can i do about it #they cant all be winners #also yes reza has a key to kurts house i feel like i should mention that lol

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atc74 · 4 years

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The Sharp Knife of a Short Life

Warnings: Fluff, parental crap, fluff, love, scary situations, canon level violence, TW: Major Character Death

Summary: Y/N finds love with a young man who is new in town. Will their love last forever like she hopes, or will it end before it’s really begun?

Pairing: Lee Webb x Reader

Word Count: 4025

Written for: @amanda-teaches Amanda’s 2K Writer & Reader Challenge (“I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”), @alleiradayne‘s Summer Shut In Challenge (“Can you please come get me?”), and @katymacsupernatural Katy’s Make Me Feel Challenge (”That’s...a lot of blood.”. Writing has been such a struggle that I combined them all!

Beta’d by: @crashdevlin and @dean-winchesters-bacon. Thank you both so much for taking a look and being so supportive of a new character. Also to @dolphincliffs for continually supporting (and feeding) my Christian Kane fix.

A/N: We all know the orgin stories of our favorite, and not so favorite characters. But when a new character is introduced in the way Lee Webb was, there is so much to learn. He is a blank slate, except for his ending. We really don’t know what is and what not is OOC for him, so this is going to be so fun. I was inspired to write this after listening to The Band Perry’s “If I Die Young”. I’ve always thought this would be a great intro for a hunter, and I finally found it. I hope you enjoy the journey!

P.S. I am using my forevers and my Dean list, since he does make an appearance. Please let me know if you prefer not to be tagged, should there be future Leo installments. Thank you.

Circa 2001 - Somewhere in Oklahoma

“Mama, he’s a good man,” Y/N sighed loudly as she set the table for supper.

“He’s a drifter, Y/N. He’s only been in town a short time. And working at that place!” her mother, Ruth, spat.

“Not everyone gets a good family upbringin’. He’s had a hard life and is trying to make it better. And it’s a bar, Mama, not the Devil’s playground.” Y/N protested, slamming the last fork down harder than she intended.

“That’s exactly what it is! Nothing good ever happened in that place and you’re not going there!” It had been a long time since she had heard her mother raise her voice.

“Mother, I am twenty years old. I am not a child. Lee is a good man and I’ve been seeing him for more than three months. He’s coming to supper and you’ll be the gracious hostess we all know you are. Please reserve judgement until you’ve met him. Isn’t that what Jesus would do?” Y/N smiled sweetly, knowing how her religious mother always followed the Golden Rule.

“Of course I will, Y/N. I’m not a heathen!”

“Supper was delicious, Miss Ruth. Thank you so much for having me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal this good,” Lee smiled at her as he stood to clear the dishes.

“Well, I’m pleased you liked it. I’ve got plenty left over. Would you like me to pack you some to take home?” Ruth blushed at the compliment from her daughter's boyfriend as she searched for a container for his leftovers.

“That would be wonderful, thank you ma’am. Now, you ladies go enjoy your tea, I’ll clean up here,” Lee shuttled the remaining dishes from the table to the sink.

“Nonsense! Guests don’t do my dishes,” Ruth swatted him away with her towel.

“Then let me dry, please. It’s the least I can do after such a meal. I haven’t eaten that well in, forever I think,” Lee offered.

“Mama, let him help.” Y/N’s voice carried through from the dining room as she carried the platter of fried chicken to the kitchen.

~*~

“He’s a good man, Y/N. I can see he cares deeply for you,” her mother told Y/N quietly that night after Lee had gone. They sat on the back porch, sipping chamomile tea, as the sun set.

“He loves me, Mama. And I think I love him, too.” She smiled ear to ear. “You changed your tune pretty quick, though.”

“He told me a little about his life, ya know. How his daddy left and his mama got sick. That’s no way for a child to live. But he’s making something for himself, and for you one day,” she commented. “He looks at you the way your daddy used to look at me.”

“Yes he is, but please don’t go putting a ring on my finger. I’ve barely started living. I won’t always be working at the library, content to stay in this town,” Y/N stated.

“I know, baby girl. There’s big things waiting for you out there. But leave room for him, too.”

“Mama, three hours ago you didn’t even like the man, now you want us to run away together and get married?” Y/N laughed.

“No, baby. I want you to get married, then run away and live your lives. I don’t want you stuck here like I was after your daddy passed. It’s no life for a young woman so vibrant and with so much to give the world,” Mama sniffed slightly, running the crumpled tissue in her hand underneath her nose. She rose and kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, girl. Don’t stay up too late.”

A pack of coyotes howled in the distance as Y/N thought about what her mama had said. “Goodnight, Mama.”

~*~

“Lee, what are we doing all the way out here? Why did you bring me out here? It’s dark and creepy,” Y/N muttered as Lee led her away from his truck, the path dark and obscured by shadows from the ancient pines towering above them.

“I have a surprise for you, darlin’,” Lee smiled, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks. “Ta da!”

“What is this?” Y/N gasped seeing a crippled cabin in front of them. The porch steps sagging from years of rot, the roof following suit.

“It’s ours...well, mine. I bought it from Ed for just the deed transfer fees. It’s going to be incredible,” Lee beamed at the compromised structure, then turned back to Y/N, his smile falling as he did. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Is it safe?” Y/N asked hesitantly, brows furrowed.

“Not yet. It needs some work, but I’m gonna fix ‘er up real good. It’ll be a good home for us, darlin’.”

They sat on the hood of his truck and Y/N listened as he told her his plans for the small two bedroom cabin, his thumb brushing over the knuckles of her hand folded in his. Y/N was content to stay tucked under his arm, his body fending off the chill of the night. Time passed as they talked about their future, laid out under the slivers of moonlight. “I love you, Lee.”

“I’ll love you forever, Y/N.”

It wasn’t until the night air became too cool that they decided to head back into town. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.” As Lee opened the passenger side of his truck, the sound of breaking glass came from the direction of the small cabin. He pushed Y/N inside the cab and shut the door. “Get behind the wheel, if I’m not back in five minutes, leave! Call the sheriff.”

“Lee, let’s just go!” Y/N shouted through the open window as he grabbed a two by four from the bed of his truck. He turned and winked at her, then kept walking, right around the side of the cabin. Four minutes.

The night was too dark to see anything solid, the slivers of moonlight playing tricks on her eyes as she scanned the small clearing. Three minutes.

Y/N slid across the bench seat and started the old beast, her engine rumbling to life. Two minutes.

She heard nothing as she continued to search for Lee, her eyes darting back and forth, the headlights of the truck brightening the clearing. One minute.

“Damn, baby, you smell so sweet!” A man jumped through the passenger window, breathing deeply through his nose. And then he smiled at Y/N. Only there were far too many teeth and they were all wrong.

A scream ripped from her body as he grabbed her arm, pulling it towards him as he tried to shimmy further into the truck. He suddenly lurched backwards and Y/N heard a sickening crack as wood connected with his skull. Lee rushed around the side of the truck and wrenched open the door. Y/N scooched over to give him enough room to get behind the wheel.

“What the H-E-double hockey sticks was that?” Y/N cried, noticing the tears on her face for the first time.

Lee threw the truck in reverse and gunned it back down the dirt road to the main highway. “I don’t know, baby. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I think so.”

“Something is going in this town. That man, and others have been squatting in our cabin from the looks of things. I’m calling the sheriff as soon as I get you home. He’ll figure it out. Maybe they have something to do with the two missing people,” Lee pondered as he slowed down as the highway came into his rearview mirror. He straightened the truck out and put her in drive, heading back towards town.

“Who’s missing? Why didn’t you tell me?” Y/N asked.

“Coupla regulars down at the bar. I reported it to the sheriff. Not really the type of guys that people miss, but they hadn’t been in for a few nights and that’s not normal. Sheriff confirmed today, they just up and gone, or so he said,” Lee shrugged.

Lee drove the last few miles into town silent with his hand clutching Y/N’s. He pulled into her driveway and cut the engine before getting out to open her door. Always the gentleman, Lee walked Y/N to the door, but this time he came inside. “What’re you doing, mister? My mama’s upstairs!”

“Just checking that all the doors and windows are locked. Gotta make sure my girl is safe,” he winked at her before he went up to the second floor. He returned moments later. “All set upstairs.”

When he was satisfied with his inspection of the first floor, he came to a stop in front of Y/N. She was leaning against the counter, a cup of tea next to her. She pulled him tight to her, fingers trembling as she grabbed his shirt. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t. I’m here.” He pressed his lips to the side of her head, holding her gently, as if he was afraid she’d break.

~*~

The library was empty the next day as Y/N settled behind the counter, her third cup of coffee in hand. She didn’t want to work today, but since Miss Birdie was out of town visiting her grandchildren there was no one else to open the library. It’s a library, so it is usually quiet, but it was too quiet. Even the online courses couldn’t drown out the quiet today as she followed along and took notes.

Y/N was lost in the online lecture until the bell above the door dinged, reminding her she was still at work. A tall young man, dressed in a leather jacket walked through, smiling at her as he passed the desk. He headed to the back, where the periodicals are kept. Y/N returned to her laptop, but now unable to concentrate on anything for longer than a few minutes, her mind occupied with Lee, their “future” and the events of the last few days. She sighed and gathered the stack of books next to her, adding them to the cart for restocking.

It took less of her time than she hoped to return the books to their rightful place on the shelf. Y/N went back to the desk and closed her laptop, stowing it in her bag, when she heard a voice from the back.

“Dad, I’m telling you, there’s nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch!” The young man was on his phone, waving his free arm in annoyance. “Yeah, okay. Bye.”

Y/N looked at the clock, noticing the time. “Sir, we’re closing in a few minutes.”

He was walking towards her, a confident swagger in his step. He winked at Y/N as he passed. “Thanks, Sweetheart.��

She flipped the lights off and followed the young man out the door, locking the doors behind them. Y/N took a deep breath of fresh air and hooked her bag across her body, starting the walk home. It was just past five in the evening and the weather was perfect, not too hot yet, but warmer than it had been. She smiled, making her way down the street. She wanted to rush home and get supper ready to bring to Lee down at the bar.

He was working so hard, for them, for their future, and he deserved home cooking more than he got it. Y/N swung left through the small forest in the middle of town. It would easily cut ten minutes off her walk and that was more time to cook for her boyfriend. Lee was indeed her boyfriend, and hopefully, with the way he talked, her future husband. Y/N smiled at that. Husband.

~*~

Y/N had said she would bring him supper even after he told her she didn’t need to. She just said he needed to eat proper and if he was being honest, he liked it. He was in love with that girl. Lee wanted to make her his wife, provide a future for her, for a family. He wanted to make her happy, even if that was letting her bring him supper at work, for now. He was such a goner. And for the first time in his life, he was okay with that.

The bar wasn’t busy being a weeknight and all, but it was still early, only a hair past nine. A few regulars at the bar, a couple new faces playing pool, and a handful taking up tables. Y/N should have been there by now, or at least called. Lee started to worry. He should call her and check in. He should have told her to stay home, with everything that was going on. He cursed himself as he reached for his phone. It started vibrating in my pocket. Y/N’s picture lit up the screen and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Baby? Are you alright? I was so worried!” Lee blurted out.

“Can you please come get me?” Y/N sniffed and she sounded small, almost fragile.

“Where are you?” He asked, signaling Ed he needed to leave.

“I think I’m at the cabin. I don’t know. Someone grabbed me on my way home from work, and now it’s dark. I don’t know, Lee,” she was crying so hard, he could barely understand her.

“The cabin? I’m on my way, baby. Hold tight!” Lee was already in his truck before the call disconnected. The cabin was only about ten minutes outside of town, but he wasn’t obeying traffic laws that night. Lee needed to get to her and now.

The waning moon barely broke through the cover of the trees overhead as he eased his truck down the narrow drive. There were no other vehicles in sight, so if someone had brought her here, they had done it on foot, or left already. Either way, it didn’t sit right. What did someone want with her? Sure, Lee hadn’t always been a law abiding citizen, but he had done his time, made his peace with God, and changed his ways. Y/N made Lee Webb a better man. He wanted to be a better man for her.

He killed the engine and slowly opened the door, trying to be quiet. Lee searched the bed of his truck, looking for a weapon of any kind, and all he could find was a length of rusty pipe. It would have to do. He slid around the back of the cabin, searching for any sign of movement or sound, but it was quiet. Almost too quiet. He crept up the back steps and the door was ajar. Someone had been there recently. Lee pushed it open and walked inside. Something fast moved in front of him and before he knew what hit him, he was flat on his back, the air knocked out of his lungs, his weapon rolling across the sagging floor.

“I knew you’d come for me!” Y/N cried out, straddling Lee.

“Y/N? Baby, what happened? How did you get here? Are you okay?” The questions flew from his mouth faster than he could process the lewd smile on her face.

“I don’t know! One minute I was walking home from the library, taking the shortcut through the woods, when a man grabbed me. I think he knocked me out, or I passed out, I don’t know. But when I woke up, I was here. Alone. I don’t know what happened or where they went, but I knew you would come for me,” Y/N recounted the events since she left work rapidly.

“Of course I came. You’re my girl and I’m going to protect you and take care of you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, but I’m here now, baby. I’ve got you,” Lee cooed softly, holding her tight to him, just relishing in her safety for the moment.

“I was so scared,” Y/N sniffed, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you now. It’s okay,” he soothed before pulling back and inspecting her carefully. Y/N looked okay, a little disheveled, but she didn’t appear to have any injuries that he could see immediately. “What else do you remember? Anyone come into work today?”

Y/N shook her head. “A few families came in for story time, Billy and his girlfriend, Jenna, to study for a couple hours.” Then she remembered. “There was a man, a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall, wearing a dark jacket, maybe gray. He had um, spiky, light brown hair, and was wearing a necklace, with a weird looking pendant on it.”

“I saw that guy tonight. At the bar. He was with another man, an older guy. Thought they were just a father and son, having a beer and playing some pool. Son of a bitch!” Lee growled, knowing exactly the man she was talking about. “I’m calling the Sheriff.”

“No, baby, don’t. We can do that later. Just hold me,” Y/N begged, putting her face back into his neck.

He was angry and scared that someone took her, but his instincts to hold her won. Her body was warm against him and he let his thoughts linger over what she would feel like laid out beneath him. They hadn’t gone far in that department, as much as he wanted to. He loved her enough to respect her wishes and she wanted to wait until they were married. Lee thought it was sweet, and he did love her. He had been with many women who were quick to please, but none of them could hold a candle to the woman he held in his arms.

He felt her shift above him, slowly grinding her hips into his as she licked and sucked along his neck. Lee attempted to stop her. “Y/N, baby. This isn’t what you want. You’re scared and you need me to tell you you’re okay. I’m going to do that, but not like this, okay? I told you I’d wait for you and I will.”

“I don’t care anymore about some stupid promise. I want you now,” Y/N bucked into him harder, and he responded in kind, despite how strong he thought he could be.

“No, not like this. If we do this before we get married, we’ll do it proper, not on the floor of a dirty, run-down cabin,” Lee gasped, pulling back, but she didn’t loosen her grip on him.

“No!” Y/N screamed, biting down hard into the meat of his neck.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! What the hell was that?” Lee screamed, pushing her back and jumping off the floor.

“I’m the new and improved Y/N. If you won’t fuck me, maybe one of these men will,” Y/N smiled wickedly, Lee’s blood dripping from her lips, and that’s when Lee noticed they weren’t alone. Two men slinked from the shadows and stared him down.

Lee looked around the room, gauging the distance to each of the two exits, when he spotted a body by the front door, slumped over. And another near the hall. “What is going on here, Y/N?”

“Oh, we gave your girl here a makeover. Stronger, faster, better. We’re immortal and we’re going to live a long, bloody life with her by our side. Eat up, baby girl,” one of the men said, grinning as he took in the look on her face. She was hungry and he knew the feeling too well.

“Come here, baby. I want a taste. It’s your choice. I change you and we live happily ever after. Or, I bleed you dry and my new friends here will be my first, and second. What’s it going to be, baby?” Y/N laughed maniacally as she advanced on Lee. “You want a real taste of this tight little body? Make me cum over and over for eternity?”

“No, this isn’t you, Y/N!” Lee shouted, rounding the small table, trying to put a little distance between them.

The front door blew open, wood flying through the small cabin. The two men from the bar entered, blades raised.

“No, it isn’t Y/N!” the older one announced and the first two men advanced on the newcomers.

Lee watched in disbelief, possibly shock as well, as the older man swung his blade, easily decapitating the first man as Y/N screamed, launching herself at him. The younger fought against the second guy, fists flying and grunts filling the small room. It was like a well choreographed fight scene from an action movie until another head rolled to a stop next to him.

“What the hell is going on here?” Lee demanded.

“We can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.” The younger man approached him, while his father restrained Y/N.

“Trust you? You just killed two men and I should trust you?” Lee bellowed. “This is my house and you better explain yourself right now!”

“Those were not men. They were monsters. They took your girl here and changed her. She’s a monster, just like them. And now, she’ll die, just like them.” The older one spoke, dragging Y/N to a chair and securing her tightly. He pulled his machete from its sheath and lifted it high, ready to swing.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just stop! What the hell are you talking about? Tell me now!” Lee demanded.

“My name is Dean Winchester and this is my dad, John,” Dean said. He then pointed to the headless men on the floor. “Those are, were, vampires. And that is a newborn vampire.” He gestured to Y/N tied to the chair.

Lee looked at the girl, the woman, he swore to love forever. Her teeth were bared, long blood stained fangs brushing against the soft pink of her lips he had kissed so many times. He looked down at himself, the front of his shirt bright red with blood. Then he remembered she bit him.

“You bit me?” Lee asked her.

“You are my first meal, or should have been, if these assholes hadn’t interrupted dinner time,” she laughed. “I was going to feed on you, then turn you so you were like me and we could live forever, fucking and killing, the way it should have been.”

“What?” Lee asked, still reeling.

“Vamps think they should rule the world. No cares, just living out their basics instincts, for an eternity,” John announced.

“Feeding and fucking, “ Dean shrugged, a small smirk on his face. “Now, Y/N, sweetheart, do you have anything you want to say before we chop your head off?”

“Fuck you!” Y/N spat at the two hunters. She looked to Lee, her teeth returned to normal and smiled sweetly at him, a small glimpse of the girl he loved. “Please don’t tell my mother. Tell her I’m in heaven, please. I’m so sorry, Lee. I really do love you.”

Lee took one step closer, aching to kiss her once last time. “Y/N, I’ll love you forever.”

“Dean, son, take him outside, he doesn’t need to see this,” John ordered his son.

“Come on, man. Let’s take a walk.”

Lee hesitated, but Y/N just nodded and smiled. He turned and stepped out into the cool night, Dean by his side. He flinched when he heard a thump from inside the cabin. Their cabin. Where he planned to love her, start a family with her. Funny how forever can be severed by the sharp knife of a short life. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, before letting it out and opening them again.

He looked down at his shirt with tears in his eyes before looking back up and meeting Dean’s eyes. “That’s...a lot of blood.” Lee dropped to his knees in the dirt.

“You’re going to be okay. Eventually,” Dean told him, pressing a cloth to the side of his neck. “I’m sorry this happened to you, to your girlfriend. Everyone has a story. This is how yours starts.”

~*~

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angelicspaceprince · 4 years

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Ruined Suits

Author: Toby

Title: Ruined Suits

Pairing: Scarafaggio/Reader, Reader/OC

Character/s: Scarafaggio

Word Count: 2, 882 words

Warnings: Smut (18+ only please), BDSM, caning, collaring, being chained to the floor. All sorts. Also, I don’t really write Gio, so proceed with caution.

Tags: N/A

Prompt: You had no idea that Gio would even own a suit so expensive. In hindsight, his punishment for you was for good reason.

Notes: So, basically, there was some discussion a while ago in the discord about the dons catching you wearing their clothes. I, personally, wasn’t there when it went down but.....it left me for some food for thought. Gio isn’t my fave, this was more for a friend than anything else, so at the end it might be OOC? Idk, I’m still testing him out.

Requests are open, commissions are back open. HMU if you want anything so we can talk it out.

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Ruined Suits

In your defence, you had no idea that the suit was nearly $100, 000. The words ‘Dormeuil Vanquish II’ meant nothing to you. What did mean something to you, was that it was soft, it smelt nice and it was Gio’s. Gio, the man with good taste, the man who wants you to be comfortable. The man who would murder you if he found out you were stretching and warping the shape of his expensive suit as you wandered around the smoking room, fiddling with his cane, giving out fake orders in a very, very poor imitation of the man

It amused you, mostly because you knew you wouldn’t get caught. Gio was off at some function and wasn’t meant to be home for at least another hour or so-

“What are you doing?” You pause at the sound of a very, very unimpressed voice filling the room. You slowly, slowly turn to face Gio, taking note of the red beginning to thread through his hair. He takes in the sight of you, oversized pants scrunched up at your feed, a shirt that was meant for Gio being stretched out, even though you left some buttons undone in order not to pop them with your chest, his blazer and shirt sleeves rolled up so you had your hands free and his cane currently being used as a baton.

Your hands move as you bounce your two pointer fingers together, your other fingers curled in with your thumbs standing up, pouting up at him as you try to cute yourself out of the situation. “I thought I looked adorable?”

He. Was not impressed. “Take it off.”

“Make me.” The words fall from your lips before you have a chance to hold them back, but you stand your ground. No, this was your time to be the top. You were in charge.

“Y/N. I’m going to count to three.” He warns, taking a step forward, out of the doorway and closer towards you. His presence fills the room more than he actually does, almost intimidatingly so. But even then. He can’t knock you down, not when you are on your high horse.

“No.” You say again. “I’m Daddy now.”

Gio doesn’t respond with words more as he just lets out a growl and charges towards you. In that split second, your bravado waivers and you make a mad dash out of the room and towards the safety of your bedroom.

But he doesn’t chase after you, oh no. He takes his time, smelling you out as he slowly follows. It feels like he is in every corner of every room like Gio had managed to fill the house with himself. Every shadow appeared to be intimidating, every closed door just another place where Gio could be hiding, waiting for you. Every time you trip over the too-long pant legs, you stumble and look around the room, a deer in headlights, fearing that he would be just behind you. He never was. And that felt more terrifying than if he was in the room.

You manage to get up the stairs, breathless already as you pause to take a breather - knowing that you were using up valuable time. You are certain Gio is behind you, less than an arms-length away. Your belief only strengthens when you can hear him talking, clear as day. As if he was right there beside you. “Where is it you think you can hide from me? I know this house better than anyone, little mouse, I built it from the ground up. I know every brick, every pipe, every little pebble that is in this house, as well as every little hiding space that my home has to offer. If you think there is a single alcove or crevice that would keep you from me, you are sorely mistaken. You will never escape me, piccolo coniglio. So it’s best that you don't even try." His voice is low, echoing, full of an ancient power you forgot that he had, that being reason alone for causing a shiver to run down your spine. If you concentrate, it is almost like it is seeping out of the walls around you. Perhaps giving chase was a bad idea to begin with. Perhaps you should just give up now, hope he grants you mercy. That would be the saner idea.

You keep running.

By some miracle, you end up in your room, diving under the bed, trying to level and control your breathing as you listen carefully, hearing carefully measured footsteps enter each room and walk out. You were hoping that you wearing his clothes would, at the very least, hinder his endeavour to find you, just enough for you to escape to Zhuk or Bee, someone who can protect you from the angry Italian.

You managed to get one more breath before the door to your room opens. You curl in on yourself, wanting to be as small as possible as he slowly paces the room, audibly sniffing at the air. Your heart comes to a pounding stop when you realise he’s stopped walking, stopped sniffing. He’s just standing somewhere in the room but you have no idea where. A dark chuckle rings in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Oh piccola, did you really think you could hide from me in here?” His amusement comes off in waves as you cling to his cane, ready to use it to defend yourself at any moment.

The hand that shot out in the dark to grab your ankle causes you to jolt in shock and scream as he drags you out from under the bed. “Wait, wait Gio, hang on-”

The sound of tearing fabric causes both of you to go still. You look down to see the back of his blazer and shirt were torn, having gotten caught on something on the way out. Your eyes quickly dart back over to Gio, swallowing when you see how angry he is. “It was an accident?” You say, hoping it’d be enough that he’d let you go and focus on his poor suit instead.

With a yelp, he has you over his shoulder, arms holding you down as he marches back down to the smoking-room, where it all began. No matter how you squirm, how much you plea, how hard you kick at his chest, his grip on you stays firm as he continues his march downstairs.

He, less than gracefully, throws you to the floor. In an act of adrenaline fuels desperation, your hand swings out with his cane in hand, hoping to get a good strike to his legs in order for you to make your escape. He calmly grabs at your wrist, yanking the cane from your hand before letting go and staring down at you, looming over you, finally giving a one-word command. “Strip.”

You have pushed and pushed and pushed at this point. The idea of disobeying more was not one you think you should follow through on. You slowly stand and start to disrobe, throwing item of clothing after item of clothing on the ground, wincing when you see how large of a rip Gio dragging you out of the bed had caused. When you stand there, just in your bra and panties, eyes to the ground as you sway awkwardly, Gio looks up from what he’s doing, tutting softly, disapprovingly. “All of it.” He prompts.

You swallow before undoing your bra and throwing it on top of the pile of clothing you have managed to create before carefully, slowly, peeling down your panties, leaving you completely bare. He hums, happy with what he sees as he walks in a slow circle around you, taking in every inch of skin he can see. You swallow when he stops in front of you, trying your best to remain quiet as his hand comes over to brush against your neck. You can feel the heavy leather of the collar resting in his hand as it slides against your skin and is locked shut.

“Kneel.” Comes his next command. You feel your knees hit the ground before you can even register what your body is doing. “Face against the ground.” You whimper but do as instructed, your ass staying up in the air as you do so. A faint click in front of you is your only warning before you feel his hand dart towards your collar, another click confirming your fate as you try to lift your head up only to be held back down. A small chain keeping your head close to the floor. You readjust, knees spreading slightly as you struggle to regain your balance.

You can hear him actively planning on what to do next as he walks around you, admiring you like he would one of his paintings, kneeling for him, spreading for him, presenting for him. “That suit is ruined, Y/N.” He starts, voice even and careful. “Do you know how much it will cost me to replace it?”

“I’m sure you can find the money to afford it.” You mutter out. A swish can be heard throughout the room before a loud crack echoes down the hall. You yelp as the sting left by his cane starts to heat up.

He tuts disapprovingly. “Have we already forgotten what to do during punishment?”

You swallow back another witty remark. “No.” There is a beat and you can almost feel him reaching to give you another whack with the cane. “Sir.” You finally tag on. “One, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?” You grit out. This was unfair, it was an accident, why were you being punished for this?

He hums, accepting your begrudging count. “Now, piccolo coniglio, let’s count your transgressions.” He starts. “One, wearing my suit without permission, two, disobeying me when I told you to remove it, three, running away after being told to come to me, four, ruining my suit when you hid from me and five, your never-ending bratty, bratty behaviour.” He counts off. “One strike per misdeed? I believe that's fair.” You don’t even dare challenge him on that, once his mind is made up, there is no going back. “Y/N.” He warns.

“Yes Sir. That’s fair.” You mutter, mentally preparing for the rest of your punishment.

He hums approvingly. “Good.” Is all he says as he finally finds his stance behind you. “Four more to go, piccola, count them.” He reminds.

A whistle through the air is your only warning before a loud ‘crack’ fills the room. You grunt as you move forward slightly to try and escape the source of the sting and the heat currently radiating from your backside. A clearing of the throat prompts you. “Two, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?”

There is a beat before the familiar sound of his cane rushing through the air can be heard and you try to relax in time for the feeling of wood hitting skin, the rush of blood and the painful throbbing sting that follows. You don’t miss it this time. “Three, thank you Sir, may I have another Sir?”

The following two strikes are just as hard as the others, and you are certain you are going to have welts that will make it difficult to sit down for a few days. Each strike is followed by your count, your final one you leave out the last part of your scripted response, as per Gio’s liking. There is a semi tense silence that follows as the tears in your eyes that had started to well after the fourth strike threaten to spill over. It hurt so bad but oh so, so good.

The feeling of cool leather gently palming against the sorest part of your ass breaks you from your thoughts with a gasp, it helping settle the pain currently burning under your skin. “You did so well, piccola.” He purrs, hand slowly drifting down, moving to cup at your dripping wet heat. “I suppose a reward is in order, yes?”

Before you even have a chance to respond, you feel a leather-clad finger slowly work its way inside of you, followed by a second as he stretches you out slightly. He begins to pump his fingers inside of you, pressing up against all those sensitive spots that only Gio seemed to know how to find. His rumbling chuckle vibrates down your back from his chest when you whine as he begins to narrowly miss that one spot he had been teasing, his lips pressing against your neck as he slowly pulls out, his fingers moving to rest against your mouth.

“Clean them.” Your mouth drops at his order, sliding over the smooth material of his gloves as you suck your slick clean off of them, a mix of leather and something undeniably you dancing on your tongue as you map each groove, each divet, along the stitching and along the seams. You can feel your eyes roll back into the back of your head as you work on autopilot, going over the material covering his hand again and again until all traces of you disappears and the flavour of expensive leather grows stronger and stronger until it’s all you can taste. You are so lost in continuing to run your tongue between his fingers that you don’t feel the blunt probing of his cock against your entrance until the stretch of him filling you once more makes you realise what he’s doing. With a broken moan around his fingers, you push back until he bottoms out inside of you, filling you completely as Gio presses his body against yours with a grunt.

You wait for him to move, but the seconds keep ticking by and he’s taking. Too. Long. You press back, the slightly muffled ‘move’ leaving your lips, causing him to chuckle again, teeth nipping at your skin. “Hush now, coniglietto. Let me take care of you. You were doing so well for me, piccola, don’t ruin that now.” He warns before he gently rolls his hips, making sure you feel the drag of every inch of his length as he slowly starts to fuck you against the carpet, your small moans only growing into a slow crescendo as he picks up his speed, his hand slipping from your mouth as his glove disappears in time for his fingers to press into your hips as he pulls you back against him, nails digging in until small scratches start to appear beneath them, small praises falling from his lips, whispered gently in your ear.

You can feel a heated coil in your belly start to tighten just as his hand starts to drift down, fingers moving to play expertly with your clit. Your moans turn into grunts, your grunts turn to cries as he brings you closer and closer to that edge. You tighten around him, feeling the coil in your belly burst as warmth shudders through you, clenching around his cock as you come with a loud cry. You can barely hear his praises, his hips beginning to fall out of rhythm as he approaches his release. You feel his lips press a gentle kiss just below your collar as he spills inside of you, causing you to whimper as your body finally gives out and you collapse onto the floor with a loud ‘thud’, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion takes over your body.

When you come to, you’re back in Gio’s bed, feeling clean and warm as you lay in his arms under silk sheet, his hands tracing at your skin lightly as he lets you wake up fully. “Good morning, piccola.” He greets, amusement in his voice.

“Mornin’.” Is all you get out, voice thick with sleep as you snuggle up closer towards him, resting your chin on his chest.

“What did we learn?”

“That expensive material tears easy and that it really shows that money doesn’t equal quality?” A low growl rumbles from his chest as you move to press a kiss against his skin. “I just wanted to see how it felt to wear something like that, that’s all. And, ya know. I think I looked pretty damn good in that suit.”

“Indeed it did. Worth every cent.” He sounds almost proud.

“I’m sorry that I ruined it though, I didn’t mean to-”

“Get caught?”

“......well yes but I also didn’t mean to ruin it.”

He hums. “I could buy a hundred more if I wished, tesoro. There is no need to fret about it now. What’s done is done.”

“How much was it anyway?” You pale when he tells you the price, feeling rather than seeing his smirk, feeling his lips against the top of your head as he tells you not to worry about it. “I feel like I need to make it up to you though.” You confess, a small sound of surprise leaving your lips when he pulls you up so you’re sitting in his lap as he lays flat against the bed, a playful smile on his lips that few got to see, eyes glinting with promises of future plans you are yet to be informed of.

“I think we can think of something.”

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Misery Loves Company: KaiShin Idea

KaiShin would’ve happen eventually in this idea, but I lost steam towards the end, so. Conan might seem a bit...OOC? But well, I was aiming for angst so, anyway. This is all I got.

Summary: An almost-kidnapping. A heartbreak. And a little bit of magic.

Misery Loves Company

There was something…odd about KID tonight. Maybe it was his posture: stiff and rigid unlike the usual fluid movements. Maybe it was his smile: a little too wide and a little too strained. Or maybe it was the fact he wouldn’t meet his gaze. Whatever it was, Conan hoped it wasn’t too serious. The lack of their usual friendly banter was unnerving. Still, he gave chase.

Conan burst onto the rooftop. “Kaitou–” he blinked. “…KID?”

There was no one there. Nothing but the wide open space of an empty rooftop under a full moons light. He strode to the edge. Nothing. No sign of KID ever being up there. Had he fallen for one of the thief’s tricks? He gazed at the cityscape below a beat longer before he turned.

A leather texture slapped over his mouth. Instinct ripped a scream from his throat and he flailed for his watch. KID didn’t wear leather gloves. There was no one else on the rooftop. So who the–

“Shut it, brat.” A deep but smooth voice snapped.

Relief flared. Not Gin. The other arm manhandled him until it was snaked around his stomach with his arms pinned to his sides. He wriggled, kicking anything within reach. He managed to score a few hits in what felt like someone’s chest before the man (it had to be a man, women didn’t have such large hands) shook him. He screamed harder. The hand on his mouth tightened to a painful degree.

“Behave.” The stranger growled. Amidst the loud rustling of fabric in his ears, his captor stood and twisted him till his face was smashed against the stranger’s chest. Now he was held in place by just one arm. Damnit. And his left wrist was still pinned.

The man walked. The movements were jarring. Weight shifting heavily on one side. So was the man injured? Limping? Or was it an old injury? The weight shifted. Definitely the left side. If he could get down, then he could smash a soccer-ball into the jerk’s leg. But what did the man even want? Was he after him? Or KID? Part of a larger group or just an average thug? Couldn’t be the organization, They wouldn’t attack so openly or let him live. So then…?

The wind whipped his hair. An engine revved. The sound of whirring blades neared. He swallowed. Helicopter? If this person had an accomplice driving the helicopter then the police wouldn’t have a chance to–Damn. Guess he think fast.

He lifted his leg, intending to grab the knob on his shoe and clock the guy in the stomach, when something whizzed by his ear. The man cursed, hold loosening, but didn’t drop him. Conan took the chance. He cranked the knob, reared his foot, and snapped it forwards. The hold dropped and he tumbled backwards to the floor.

“Shit!” A dark patch colored the attacker’s shoulder.

The stranger reached for him but a card indented the concrete between the two. Conan scuttled backwards, straight into a waiting thief’s arms. Or at least I hope it’s– He craned his neck to see a familiar monocle and exhaled.

He leveled a glare at his savior. “Mind telling me why–”

“Later!” KID leapt to the side as a gunshot rang.

Oh. “Okay.”

KID sprinted for the edge. “Hang on.”

Quickly, he latched onto the arm around his waist. Small fingers curled into the white fabric. KID used his free limb to shoot at their attackers. A thrill shot up his spine as they free fell. From what little he could see, apparently whatever he shot involved pink gas or smoke. Maybe paint? No, probably sleeping gas. Hopefully Nakamori-keibu had noticed the sounds.

White erupted above them as the hang-glider opened. KID banked around the building. Catching an updraft, he soared back above the building and regained the helicopter’s attention if the roaring sound of blades whipping nearby was any indication. The phantom thief swerved left and right, purposely evading any aimed shots. Conan studied the skyscrapers below him.

He spotted an approaching building. “Hey!” He called over the rushing wind and jerked a finger. “Drop me off there!”

“And let them grab you again?” KID shouted back.

He scowled. “Just–!”

“Nah,” The thief tightened the hold and jerked as a wayward breeze sent them higher. “There’s no lakes nearby. Where will the helicopter crash?”

“Then at least the police station!”

“And let them grab me? No thanks.”

Conan groaned. Shoulda brought my parachute-backpack. The thief twisted, the hang-glider rolled upside-down, and he shot another card. A boom echoed behind them and he wiggled just enough to see white smoke before they toppled right side-up. With the haze behind them, KID jerked and they curved down and into a street. The choppers grew fainter and he sighed. Somehow, KID was able to lose them.

They continued to fly, weaving between streets, until a familiar building came into view. Mouri Agency. They alighted atop the roof and KID let him loose. Conan pivoted but the thief was already walking away.

“Hey!” He ran after. “Don’t ignore me! Why–”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Tantei-kun.” The airy dismissal only riled him up. “Do take care, hmm?”

“Whoa, you can’t just–”

“Do me a favor and return this to Nakamori-keibu, won’t you?” A glittering blue light soared towards him and he hastily stopped to catch it. “Bye!”

Little legs were too short to reach the jumping thief. Just as Conan reached the edge, KID was gone. He exhaled. “Damn thief…”

He ventured to the rooftop exit, huffing. Just who were those guys? Why did they grab him? Did they know who he was? No…they would’ve killed him right away, right? Or…He was at a KID heist, after all. Known as the KID Killer to boot. So then…then they had to be after that damn thief. Did they think they could use him against the phantom? The criminal did have that ‘no-one-gets-hurt’ rule. But then…?

His phone buzzed as he walked down the steps. He checked the device. Shinichi’s phone? From Ran? He fished his bow-tie out of his pockets and adjusted the dials.

He pivoted to head up the stairs. Best not be caught by accidental eavesdroppers. “Ah, Ran?”

“Shinichi?”

Wow her voice didn’t sound good. What happened?

“Yeah?”

Static crackled on the other end of the line. His childhood friend sucked in air and spoke in a rush, too quick to hear. He opened the door and stepped into the moonlight.

“What? Sorry, you spoke too fast.”

Ran repeated herself, slowly and shakily. His heart dropped into his chest. The door clicked shut behind him. Time seemed to stand still. It couldn’t be true.

“…what?”

It couldn’t be true.

“I’ve waited long enough.” His best-friend, his potential girlfriend, sobbed. “It’s time I moved on.”

“What? Ran, where is this–”

“Three years.” Her voice trembled. “It’s been three years since you vanished. Three years since I’ve spent more than one day with you. Three years since you’ve gone to school. Three years since… Three years since you were here.” She slowed, quieting. “I’ve put my life on hold for three years. Please…don’t ask me to wait anymore, Sh-Kudo-kun.”

And just like that his world fell apart. He dropped his eyes. Dropped to the ground. He curled into a ball against the door, studied his too small palm curling into a fist, and sighed.

“…I understand, Ra-Mouri-chan.” His own voice cracked. “You’ve waited long enough.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

He hung up. This…wasn’t how he wanted the night to end. He flipped the phone closed and dragged a palm down his face, fighting the urge to cry. Three years. He held on for three years in hopes his old life was waiting for him. But now…?

What was waiting now?

Nothing but broken hearts.

He sighed and forced himself to stand. He needed time. But he didn’t have time. He ran out of that three years ago. He needed space. He needed to think. He needed…

He needed a friend.

“Damnit.” He kicked at the ground and spat. “You’re on your own, Kudo-kun. Always have been…”

He exhaled. Damnit. He didn’t have time for thoughts like this! He didn’t have– he halted. What didn’t he have? He didn’t… He didn’t have his life back.

Anger rushed through him. It wasn’t fair! And damn if he didn’t feel like a petulant child but– Three years! Three years! Three years of being in the wrong body. Of holding hands and fake smiles. Of leading adults to answers because he couldn’t say the truth without being believed. Of being picked up and hauled anywhere someone bigger than him pleased. Of–of–of…

Lies. Sorrow cooled the anger. ‘Conan’ was nothing more than a massive lie.

“One truth prevails, huh?” Conan laughed bitterly. “Only one truth…” It took him a moment to realize it, but his pants were damp. “Ah…”

His cheeks were thoroughly soaked. He needed to change. But to do so would mean facing Ran and–well, that wasn’t an option. Forcing himself to breathe, he stood. Alright. Fine. Maybe he didn’t have his life back. Maybe he’d never get his life back. But he could still be a detective. He could still… What else was there besides being a detective? Soccer?

His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, finding Ran calling Conan. Probably asking where he was. She wouldn’t find him tonight, though. Conan needed a break. For just a little while he needed to be…whoever the hell he was without a mask.

He opened the rooftop door and crept down the stairs. Quick glances confirmed no one was in the stair well and he hurried down the steps as quickly and as quietly as he could. He knew it was cruel not to tell anyone he was fine. He knew they cared. He knew they thought he was only a 10 year old child. He knew a lot of things. But what did he ever know, really? He was living a lie, after all.

He was at the bottom of the steps, almost home free, when a door opened. He turned just enough to see a tear-stained Ran spotting him and he was out. He flung himself along the sidewalk, running fast. She would no doubt follow. So he checked the street and crossed. He ran. A feminine yell followed his retreat but he ran until he couldn’t hear her footsteps. He ran until he found himself standing in front of familiar gates. Right now, Suburu was somewhere in there. Right now, he needed somewhere to hide. Somewhere no one could find him.

So he ran.

It wasn’t until his lungs burned and his legs ached and the streets had changed did he stop. He scanned the street-lit area. His phone buzzed. A rundown shopping center, empty of people. Perfect. Judging by the condition of the shops and the “remodeling” signs, no one had been around for awhile. So. His phone buzzed. He was alone. The buzzing continued.

Absently, he pulled out both phones and turned them off. Tucking them away, he set to clambering up the chicken-wire gates on one closed building. When he reached the top, he curled on the concrete and sighed.

It was late. He was tired. He’d probably get a cold from the night air. For just once, he didn’t want to think.

He closed his eyes.

It was a long night. He didn’t sleep until the sun rose and warmed the air. It was uncomfortable and his body ached but at least it was warm. Nightmares plagued him and he woke several times. Still, he tried to return to sleep. He’d rather face nightmares of his own mind than the one he was living. He kept his phones off. He just…needed a break.

It wasn’t until he realized that his glasses, Detective Badge, and phones had trackers in them did he remember he couldn’t get a break.

“Conan-kun!” The Shounen Tantei called, followed by Ran’s voice. “Conan-kun?”

He couldn’t stop a groan and rolled over. Let him be miserable in peace. Petulantly, he muttered to himself. “Go ‘way…”

They continued to call until Mitsuhiko raised his voice. “It says he’s here. Is he in one of these buildings?”

The group quieted and Haibara idly commented. “Or on?”

Damn you. He growled because nope. Not today. Not playing child today. Ran wouldn’t let him out her sight and then he’d have to pretend and fake and lie, lie, lie. He pushed himself upright and headed for the back of the building. He scaled down the walls as Ayumi exclaimed “he’s moving!” before he took off.

The group hurried into the same street. “Conan-kun!?!”

“Leave me alone!” He called back, putting on speed. “Go away!”

They gave chase. He checked the area and hurried to the nearest crowded area. He wove between legs, Ran hot on his heels, and dove for for the underground subway. He sprinted down the steps, skipping several, and hopped into the first train about to leave. His heart hammered.

“C’mon…” he chanted.

Ran appeared amongst the crowd.

“C’mon…”

The doors shut on her anguished face.

He averted his gaze and sighed. He climbed into an empty seat and let the train take him to wherever. Vaguely, he heard something about ‘Ekoda final stop’ but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Vibrations hummed in the air as the train glided along the tracks. Idly, he watched as the train emerged above ground and the scenery blurred past him.

He must have dozed because when he woke it was to bustle of a large crowd standing at once. He blinked, dazedly realizing the LED sign in the train interior stated ‘Ekoda’ and he followed the crowd out of the underground and back into open air.

He wandered the unfamiliar streets. Eventually he found himself following the sound of faint excited cheering. It brought him to the center of a local park. His curiosity piqued, he wandered along the path, letting it take him to a clearing where a crowd of children and adults alike sat on the grass before a stage. There, on the raised platform, was none other than–

Huh?

A Kudo Shinichi lookalike performed magic tricks on the stage. But the stranger couldn’t have been impersonating him. The hair was too wild, the grin too wide. So then, who…?

Regardless, the mystery pulled him forwards and he blended into the edge of the audience. He settled on the grass.

The stranger showered the audience with flower petals. The man plucked some from the air and chewed. Conan grinned as he grasped one of the petals, surprised to find it real. He looked back to find the man staggering as his stomach seemed to grow. How–?

“Uh oh…” the man groaned. “It seems I ate too many petals..”

Conan lurched forwards, worried, when the man sneezed and doves erupted out of the man’s button down shirt. Conan laughed despite himself. Feathers swirled around them and the man yelled as if surprised.

“Where did–Hey! Come back here!” The doves cooed and spiraled through the air. They dipped and dived and flew together. It was beautiful. It was entrancing. It was mysterious. Just who was this guy?

The performer whipped off his silk tie and spun it around until it became a makeshift loop. “I’ll catch you!”

He flipped off his empty top hat. Then, one by one he looped the doves by their beck and feigned a massive struggle, as if the doves were strongly resisting the leash. When he brought them close, he scooped them up in the top hat, twisted it in his hold, and revealed an empty top hat. Conan’s eyes widened. Where did the dove–?

There was only one dove left but it was one the magician couldn’t catch. The dove cooed, as if laughing, as it dodged every attempt. The man wiped his brow, as if exhausted, when the bird flared its wings and drifted into the audience…right onto one small head.

Conan snorted on a laugh, watching the bird preen, and stayed still. The dove settled as if his hair were a nest. He looked to the magician only to find the stranger staring at him with an unreadable gaze. He shifted, uncomfortable under the scrutiny, before a wounded expression shadowed the man’s face.

“Tama-chan!” The man feigned offense. “Don’t you love me?”

The bird ducked her head into feathers.

“Ta-ma-chan!” The stranger whined and let his whole body droop. The audience laughed. He faked a sniffle. “Traitor, I say!” A wild smile lit the face as the man tossed out his arms. “But just you wait! My next trick will absolutely dazzle you.”

And fireworks zipped out from the man’s sleeves. The man continued the antics with an upbeat grin and silly jokes. Conan found himself lost in the magic, just letting himself enjoy the show without analyzing every move. (Not to say he didn’t analyze anything. But his brain needed a break. Just for a bit. Just for now. Let the magic be magical. Just for now)

The untamed energy was infectious. When it came time for the magician’s final bow, he actually found himself disappointed the show was over. Still, a welcome break was a welcome break. And the bird was still on his head.

After the most of the crowd cleared, he made his way towards the stage where a line of children waited. Many begged for an autograph and so he settled in line. Some of the children tried to touch the bird atop his head but he dodged the efforts with a reminder than “Tama-chan isn’t mine. You have to ask Magician-san if you can pet her.”

And so they clambered to the front but the magician herded them back into line. Once it was his turn, the man held out his hand but the bird didn’t move. Huh. Conan reached up and gently plucked the bird into his arms.

Just as he reached to return the bird, the magician commented. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh!” He blinked as the dove pecked his grassy palm. Absently, he stroked the delicate head. “Yes! Thank you, Magician-san. It was…” incredible. “…I needed it.”

The look-alike to his older self studied his face for a beat before he patted his head. “Glad to hear it. Now, looks like your friends are here!”

He tilted his head and turned to look and– “Conan-kun!” Ran and the kiddos approached. “You had us worried sick!”

“Oh, sorry!” He lied through his teeth. “I just wanted to watch…” he turned to introduce the magician only to find him gone. “…the show.”

Ah, well. He had his break. He offered a smile, a genuine one this time. “Let’s head home, okay?”

#Detective Conan #Magic Kaito #KaiShin #Kudo Shinichi #Kaito Kuroba #Kaito KID #Conan Edogawa #DCMK

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otterbagel · 5 years

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A Dutiful Partnership- Gavin x Reader (Part 1)

[Part 2 Link]

Reader is one of the first androids to get a degree outside of their original purpose. While they experience the struggles of working in a non-accepting environment, they must also solve a mysterious case involving an android murder with their not-so-willing partner, Gavin Reed.

Reader takes on their first case and meets their new partner.

(Notes: I have really no clue how police stuff works, but oh well. This was originally going to be a single part, but I just kept writing and writing and writing; I’m almost done with part 3 and I just came up with it two days ago. Gavin’s pretty ooc and I apologize. I didn’t want him to be too brutal with the reader, as I plan on showing other issues they’d face.)

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of death, bullying, threats, mentions of hate crimes, generally uncomfortable topics! (please be careful reading)

You stared straight ahead out of the car's windshield, trying to ignore the angry tics of your new partner. The streets were lined with humans and androids going about their daily business, many avoiding the afternoon showers with umbrellas.

"Didn't Fowler say you were an AP700 model?" You turned quickly to his remark. He hadn't spoken to you since you'd met him earlier in the day.

"Yes," you responded simply. "I-"

"Tch. Isn't that like... a housekeeping model or something?" He drove with one hand, the other laying against the side window.

"Yes."

"Alright, alright. I can understand the specialized models being there, but why are they letting fucking housemaids go to crime scenes now?" You dipped your eyes downwards at the beratement. He let out an exaggerated laugh. "What are you supposed to do, tidy the house?"

This wasn't unusual treatment. It was quite difficult to land this job, but you met all the requirements for it. A lot of places turned you down for your original functionalities, even though you hadn't even used them.

You looked at him before turning forward. "I have the same qualifications as you, Mr. Reed," you smiled to yourself, taking note of his disheveled appearance. "I just so happen to be a functional person as well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he barked, placing both hands on the wheel. "Whatever you think it means, Detective."

"Don't get snarky with me, a lot of people still would love a chance to take one of you plastic fucks down. Including me." You gave him a smile, trying to hide the unease that was running through your circuits.

Neither of you said anything on the rest of the way there. As much as you wanted to be friendly, you knew it would likely just aggravate him more.

You were truly an outsider to your own people. You hadn't experienced the struggles of the androids under slavery or during the revolution. You hadn't lived a life without deviancy. You've never been expected to do something on command.

However, the stigmas of an android working in a field they weren't specialized in was something you were well acquainted with.

You had expected humans to question your abilities, but what was surprising was how some androids were against you. Obviously, many were happy for your decision. You were one of the first androids to actually get a degree in a field you weren't built for; you were a reminder of the growing equality between humans and androids. But, those few saying your efforts were pointless and unneeded stuck out to you.

You took note of the crime scene as you drove past, Gavin mumbling about the press outside. It was a small house, one of the newer ones made specially for android occupants, similar to your own. The door was wide open as Ben Collins hovered by the entrance. You bounced forward as your driver slammed the breaks with a swear.

"Isn't it just a broken android? Why is the press here?" Gavin mumbled, throwing the car door open. You followed close behind him as he pushed past the onlookers.

"Is it true that the victim is an android?"

"What was the killer's motive?"

You ignored the microphones placed in your face as you passed the police tape, trying to keep up with Gavin's overly quick pace. "Hey, Gav!" greeted Ben as they both headed through the doorway. You choked back your embarrassment as you entered the house alone.

"So what's the deal here?"

"Uh, a friend of the owner came by earlier today. She let herself in and, low and behold, her friend was smashed to pieces."

"Where's it at?"

"Kitchen. Over there." Ben pointed down a small hallway. You saw what appeared to be the crushed shards of an arm. You scanned the room, seeing another android on the staircase. Must be the witness.

You crouched to her level, her meeting your eyes with a solemn smile. "Hello," you introduced yourself. "What's your name?"

"Melissa." she stated. Her hand tensed up as she bit her lip. "I... Is she repairable? Is she going to be okay?"

You ran through what little information you had already stored. "I'm not sure. I just arrived."

Melissa sighed a quivering breath, closing her eyes at the floor.

You took in your surroundings again, noticing a few framed pictures of people you couldn't identify. Aside from that, the house was mostly barren. Quite minimalistic, in your opinion. She didn't seem to have anything particularly valuable. You could also hear the two in the kitchen discussing the victim. You brought your attention back to the witness. "What happened?"

She tapped her fingers on the staircase. "Claire and I were going to watch a movie tonight," she sighed. "Normally I just walk in if she knows I'm coming over. So I did... but when I came in she was just... there. On the ground, in pieces."

You quickly ran through the possibility that she was responsible. You couldn't identify a clear motive. "Was her thirium still visible?"

She nodded slightly. "Some of it was. I didn't stay very long before I called the cops," Her eyes took on a watery shine. "I'm sorry, I was so scared, I-"

"No, you acted appropriately. You've been a great help. Thank you." She gave you a slow nod. You quickly rose to head down the hallway, Collins smiling as he passed you.

She must've arrived shortly after the incident; thirium evaporated quickly. She was lucky she wasn't harmed as well.

Gavin was leaning against a wall, gazing apathetically at the android on the ground. She was a black-haired AX400. As you had seen earlier, her arm had been ripped off at the socket and smashed. Her torso had been rummaged through, although it seemed without much purpose or reasoning. You crouched to get a better look.

"Noticing anything odd, Toaster?" Looking over your shoulder, you saw a smirking Gavin eyeing you with a raised brow.

You returned your focus to the girl in front of you. "Yes, actually. I don't think she died from her biocomponents getting smashed."

"Doesn't really matter, does it? Someone came in, broke an android, and now the perp's gone." He walked beside you, inspecting the body halfheartedly. "I don't see them making this big of a mess without leaving some fingerprints behind. Why don't you check?"

You looked over the body while lightly shaking your head in frustration. "I can't do that. It's not in my program."

"Are you kidding me?" he laughed. "I thought you'd at least be good for that."

As much as the comment got under your skin, you chose to focus on the investigation. "The witness said the thirium was still visible, but that there wasn't a lot. If the victim was still running when this-" You gestured to the biocomponents. "-happened, it would've covered the whole floor."

"Listen," his voice took on a hushed whisper. "everyone knows this was a hate crime. A lot of people are just gonna look the other way."

Uncertainty and helplessness started to take hold in your abdomen. You glared at him, unexpectedly finding an empathetic expression directed at the victim. "I don't think a hate crime would've been done so carefully," You placed your exposed fingertips on the android's temple. "When I think of those, I think of rage. And rage isn't easily controlled."

"Tch." Gavin responded. "What are you doing?"

"I'm seeing why she shut down," you responded. An influx of error messages flooded your system, all coming from mostly one source. You pulled your hand back with a jolt.

"Well?"

Your mouth was slightly agape, trying to process what you'd just seen. "I... she shut down from losing too much thirium,"

"What's so odd about that?"

You stood up. "Well, it had to go somewhere."

Gavin nodded. "So, you're saying someone killed her for her thirium?"

You took in a breath. "Yes."

"Well shit," Gavin sighed, pulling out his phone. "This might be a problem."

#dbh #dbh gavin #dbh gavin reed #dbh gavin x reader #dbh gavin reed x reader #dbh x reader

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welcome-to-the-spiral · 6 years

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Can you make a langst story where anytime someone says something that would hurt lance emotionally it would show on his skin. The team thinks that most of the words came from them when it turned out that it was mostly from his father. If you write this I will give you my soul.

Of course! Thanks so much for the prompt! (Side Note, im writing this on my phone, so I apologize in advance.) Note, some of Lance’s interactions with the team may be ooc!

Lance had expected to die when the cocoon of purple-white light surrounded him. Of course he knew it was magic, but light was less of a terrifying description of the light. Lance had expected to die, but instead pain spiraled through his entire being for what seemed like ages before dying down into a cold, empty throbbing. “Lance! Are you okay?” Hunk asked, and Lance weakly lifted his hand in a thumbs up. Not really, his brain supplied helpfully, but that wasn’t something he or his team needed. “Then why aren’t you fighting? Lance, we need all hands on deck, not you slacking.” Shiro’s words hurt the same way a scolding from his mama did, but, suddenly, pain ripped down his back and he fought against screaming. Pushing himself up weakly, Lance forced himself to bottle up the pain and instead continue shooting down Galran drones. The pain began to subside when Shirt called through the comma again. “Lance, I need you on my six! Stop wasting time on sentries!” Shiro commanded, and Lance nodded, swinging his gun over to face Shiro, where to Black Paladin was currently cutting Galran soldiers down like a scythe cute through wheat stalks. Pain again ripped up Lance’s spine, and he slipped, his gun discharging right for Shiro. A Galran sentry stepped in front of the blast moments before it collided with the Black Paladin, and Lance exhaled in relief before continuing to shoot down the soldiers. Lance knew his strength was waning from the blast of Haggar’s magic and the blood he could feel oozing down his back, but he couldn’t let Shiro down. Not now. Haggar had already turned tail and run, but it was imperative the Galran base was destroyed. The Kalemat Stretch was a massive canyon that cut through the moon Jamara orbiting a massive gas giant in the far reaches of the quadrant. Twice the size of Jupiter and five times as unstable, which meant the moons circling it were hard to get to and very well protected. The Kalemat Stretch was the Galran base built into the walls of the canyon and, coincidentally, a massive provider of Galran weapons. And Lance was not being the cause of this mission’s failure. Not in a million years. Yet, as the blood oozed down his back, he could feel his strength draining, and he backed away from the fight, his weapon switching to his sniper rifle as he continued to shoot Galran soldiers down. “Lance, what’re you doing? We need you close range!” Pidge shouted, and Lance winced. “I know Pidgeon, but I’m a bit worse for wear than expected.” Lance replied, and Pidge scoffed. “Sure you are, Lance. A bit more lazy- I mean…” Pidge said, and Lance bit back a scream as pain ran down his arm. You’re fine. You’re fine. You’re fine!Lance propped his rifle on a barrel and continued taking out soldiers, rescuing Keith from a bad situation, and aiding Pidge to the control panel. “Lance, I need you to hold back the sentries while I deactivate them.” Pidge said over the comms, and Lance affirmed. He could do this. The world slowed as Lance focused on the sentries moving in on Pidge, and he took them out one by one. Suddenly, something grabbed him from behind, and Lance screamed as he was flung backwards, his bayard clattering to the side. A massive Galran soldier stood over him, a large, jagged blade seeming to grow out of his arm, the hand of which has been mangled and hung useless. Lance felt tiny compared to the soldier, and sure, he was lying on his back like a discarded toy, but the soldier was massive, it’s thick fur covered in blood and parted to reveal a wide, scar-covered face. Lance may have been seven feet tall with his sarcasm added on, but he was nothing to the massive height of this soldier. “Guys? I’ve got a problem.” Lance whispered into his comms, and he could hear the sighs of his teammates. “Of course you do, Lance. You’re a problem.” Allura snapped, and the silence from the others filled Lance with pain. It wasn’t until his leg started burning that he was jolted back into reality. “Uhh… No, I mean an eight foot tall very purple very angry Galran warrior that looks like it wants to eat me. Do they? Do they eat people?” Lance added, his voice raising an octave. “I’ll help him guys.” Hunk signed, and the others thanked him as Lance dragged himself further and further away from the soldier with his good arm and leg. The warrior didn’t look like he was in a hurry, rather it looked like he was entertained by the dead that was rampant in Lance’s face. “Can’t believe he can’t even handle a single soldier.” Pidge muttered, and the pain in his bad arm worsened. Whimpering, he tried to pull himself to his feet, but he couldn’t. He just. He couldn’t. “Lance is useless. I’ve said it before.” Shiro muttered, and Lance couldn’t contain the scream as pain ripped across his back. “Lance? Are you okay?” Hunk asked, worry coloring his voice as he sprinted towards the Red Paladin. “He’s probably faking.” Allura whispered, and Lance dropped himself to the ground. It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth saving him. Darkness wrapped around him just as Hunk created the hill Lance had hid on only minutes ago, his eyes wide as he took in the massive Galran soldier and immediately re-evaluated his dismissal of Lance’s fear. But it didn’t matter anyways, because the soldier lifted his blade and plunged it deep into Lance’s gut moments after Hunk screamed his name. - - -Lance woke in the medbay, his eyes tired as he stumbled out of the cryopod. Hunk was asleep in a couch nearby, his head rolled at an angle awkward enough Lance knew his neck would be hurting when he woke up. Why did he bother? It wasn’t like Lance was someone useful. It wasn’t like Hunk cared. Lance lifted his shirt and looked down at the thin scar that wrapped around his stomach. The Galran soldier has almost cleaved him in half, good god. Suddenly, the pain that had torn through his body previously came back, and he walked shakily to a mirror. Lifting the back of his shirt, he shuddered at the burn scar that still marred his back from when he had protected Coran. But there, over it, was the word ‘useless’ carved into his skin. He could still hear him saying it, the scathing tone, the dismissive way he had said it. It was the truth. Nothing Lance could ever do would change that, and the brand on his back was a permanent reminded.

I hope you liked it! Sorry again for taking an extra day!

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#lance #lance mcclain #langst mcpain #lance vld #Langst #Langst vld #vld #voltron

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xxlegitcookiezxx · 6 years

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An Unlikely Encounter

(JSE Egos Fanfic - Anti and Jameson)

Ok, disclaimer. @gemstoneandtriangle is a big JSE fan. I am too, but I haven’t really invested my time into learning about all the egos. I know next to nothing about any of them or how they act. I wrote it with my basic knowledge and bits and pieces of stuff Ozzie has told me. The story is meant to be sweet and platonic, and the characters are probably ooc. I know it sounds like I’m downplaying it, but I just want y’all to know that I have no idea what I’m doing and I didn’t want to be attacked for (probably) getting things wrong.

I wasn’t even going to post this. I wrote it for Ozzie and only her because I know how much she loves these characters. I wanted to make her happy.

So enjoy this little random burst of creativity, born from the late-night ravings of two teenage girls with more than enough time on their hands.

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Jameson Jackson stared up at the ominous warning signs decorating Anti-septiceye’s door. His hand was hovering over the doorknob, and for what must have been the tenth time, he contemplated whether or not to enter. The glitch had been getting a taste of his own medicine for weeks by the other egos. They had tried everything they could to make him suffer, to make him break, to make him cry. An experiment, that’s what they called it (or, rather, what Doctor Schneepelstein called it). An experiment to see whether or not he could cry, whether he could show any other emotion besides rage. They could have tried to make him feel a positive emotion, but considering who he was, no one really wanted to attempt to make him happy. In their eyes, he didn’t deserve to be. So they stuck with sadness, with despair. A Make Anti Cry group. A horrible club in which it’s participants sunk to the demon’s level and became worse than him.

Jameson had been invited to join. He, of course, denied immediately, appalled that his friends would go to such lengths just because they could. They even made t-shirts, and would meet on Mondays to plan their torture for the week. Jameson eavesdropped on their meetings and sabotaged them whenever he could. They told themselves that what they were doing was necessary. They would announce, adamantly, that it had to be done. But Jameson could smell that lie from a mile away. He knew their true goal: revenge. Revenge for all of the horrible things Anti had done to them over the years. And it was working. Jameson had observed the glitch’s slow decline over the past month. He had been getting out of bed later and later in the day, and he eventually stopped annoying the others, instead opting to avoid them at all costs. He had looked increasingly exhausted and started to lose weight. He rarely even left his room anymore, because if he did, he would surely be berated and bullied.

Jameson had been out of the house that day. He hadn’t been around when everything went down. But he knew it had to have been something big. When he had gotten home about half an hour ago, the house had looked as if a bomb had gone off inside. The entire kitchen was in shambles; cabinets knocked down, dishes shattered, the table turned on its side, the chairs scattered and broken, and smoke filling the air. The Make Anti Cry group had all been in the lobby with solemn looks on their faces. For once, it looked as if they finally understood the gravity of the situation. They had done something. Something unforgivable. And Jameson was about to find out what.

He made his decision. He gulped and turned the knob to Anti’s bedroom, the door creaking as he opened it. He stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. Anti was sitting on his bed, facing the wall. His face was hidden, and Jameson couldn’t tell if he had noticed him enter. His concerns abated, however, when Anti spoke, not looking up at him.

“Come to rub salt on my wounds, have you?” he questioned. Jameson supposed Anti thought he was one of the other egos. He inched slowly towards Anti, not wanting to spook him. The glitch’s shoulders tensed and he suddenly growled, “Well, too bad! I won’t let you hurt me again!” He suddenly lunged towards Jameson, knife in hand. He had gotten within a few inches of the mute before he realized who he was about to stab. His eyes widened and he froze, knife suspended in the air. Jameson had held his hands out to defend himself, but dropped them when he noticed the state Anti was in. His green locks were disheveled, his shirt ripped in places and splashed with in an unidentifiable liquid. And he was crying, Jameson observed. He was actually crying. But what was he crying, exactly? His tears were unlike anything he had ever seen. They were blood red and almost seemed to glow. They were what Jameson would describe tears of anger to look like, only they were real, not some over-the-top exaggeration. Concern washed over Jameson’s face, and he reached forward to gently wipe them away. His fingers burned on contact. He shot his hand back, looking between it and Anti with confusion. Anti snarled and turned away, tossing his knife onto the bedside table before plopping back down onto the bed, keeping his face hidden once again.

“Get out of here, Jameson,” Anti demanded, and there was a threat in his voice. Jameson knew it was an act, and inched closer. Anti must have heard his footsteps, because he growled and repeated himself, “I said, get out of here!” he yelled, his voice warping slightly. Jameson shook his head, gathered his courage, and gingerly took a seat next to the demon. Anti turned to look at him, then averted his eyes, staring at the wall in front of him. Jameson took a big breath, then started to sign. Anti looked over, then chuckled humorlessly.

“Kid, I have no clue what any of that means...” he admitted, and Jameson pouted, thinking. He got an idea. Getting Anti’s attention once again, he mimed writing on paper. The glitch sniffed, then leaned over to the bedside table, pulling a pen and notepad out from the drawer. He handed them to Jameson, who wrote down what he had been trying to say. He held it up for Anti to see.

Are you ok? :(

“Do I look ok to you?” Anti responded, his voice harsh. Jameson only blinked, not letting himself be affected by Anti’s attempts to alienate himself. He began writing again.

Do you want to talk about it?

Anti ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes, “No, I don’t,” he responded. He paused for a minute, then continued, “Why are you here, anyway? Did they send you?” He glared at the other man and Jameson shook his head, then began to write again.

I would never try to hurt you.

Anti blinked at his message, clearly confused. Jameson watched him raise his eyebrows in surprise, then stare at him as if he expected it to be a joke. Jameson stared sincerely back at him, hopefully conveying that he meant what he wrote. Then, Jameson noticed something. He glanced down at Anti’s arm, which was littered with glass shards. He drew his eyebrows together and pointed at the wound, sending a questioning glance to the demon. Anti followed his gaze.

“Hm? Oh, that’s nothing...” he replied. Jameson put his hands on his hips, insisting. Anti sighed, “Marvin threw some weird potion at me, and the glass, well...” he gestured to his arm, “But it’s fine, I can barely feel it...” he trailed, and Jameson knew it was a lie. He pulled out some tweezers from who knows where and looked at Anti, silently asking for permission to help remove the glass. The glitch stared at him for a minute before nodding, and Jameson got to work. It took about half an hour before he was finished removing the glass. Anti opened his mouth to thank him, but Jameson held up a finger, then left the room. He came back a moment later with a first aid kit. He pulled out some gauze and wrapped Anti’s upper arm, then tapped it down. Smiling at the demon, he held out a lollipop. Anti took it after a moment of hesitation.

“Thank you...” Anti found himself saying, and Jameson nodded, giving him a light pat on the back. It was all he could do for him at the moment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make him talk about what had happened, and he wasn’t going to force him to. But if he ever did need someone to talk to, Jameson would be there for him.

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And there you go! :)

I know the dialogue is a bit weird but I really don’t have enough experience with Anti to know how he would act.

Again, this wasn’t even supposed to see the light of day. It’s something I wrote for a friend. Please don’t judge it too harshly...

But I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.

#mine #fanfiction #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jse egos #jameson jackson #antisepticeye #make anti cry #blood #the house that this takes place in #is the house from that one fan game jack played #the name of which escapes me #and ozzie built it in minecraft and gave all the egos their own rooms #so if youre confused about the setting #go and bug her about it

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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Goldenvibe fic

Done long long ago when Legends of Tomorrow first aired after the Mick as Chronos, bounty hunter episode. Some actions may be OOC but they'll be an explanation in the end. As for OOCness personalities, I'm not sure how either of them would react to this is kind of thing so it's all in my head.

Cisco had just been in his living room after a unexpectedly peaceful day at S.T.A.R. labs and had been getting down to watching Rambo with a big bucket of popcorn and some coffee from Jitters when he heard a knocking at his door.

He went to open it, fully expecting Caitlin or Barry to be standing there with some urgent message or in need of love advice.

There stood, Lisa Snart with a lump of what looked like shattered diamonds.

This was strange. 11 at night and Lisa was holding diamonds in front of him at his house. How did she even remember his house? Their "date" (I.e. Kidnapping) was almost a year ago.

"Uh" Cisco mumbled "How do you know I live here?"

"I followed you from Jitters. Can you help me?" Lisa asked with a surprising urgency in her voice.

"Yeah, yeah, go on in" Cisco motioned for her to come inside the house. Something seemed really off here. It's been like 10 seconds and there had been no smirk or flirting or anything. It must have been serious serious. After all, she still hit on him when her brother was working with Lewis.

Lisa walked right into his living room where the movie was playing and placed the lump in his hands, "Can you fix my gun?"

"That was your gun!!!" Cisco shrieked, "What did you do with it?" He began to examine it from all sides. It hardly resembled a gun. With a closer look he could see a frozen magazine but that was the only thing that was recognizable. Some parts seemed to have been shattered.

"I'm going to have make a new one. Seriously, Lisa what did you do?"Cisco gasped, thinking of how long it would take to make a new one. 2 hours tops.

Lisa shifted from foot to foot "Doesn't matter. Can you make a new one?"

"Yeah probably. In 2 days, I have other work besides fixing your messes." Cisco said. He had expected some remark on how she was just trying to get some money but there was silence on her end.

Once he placed the "gun" on his work desk, he came back to the living room to tell her when she should come back to get it.

"Umm Cisco, how ruthless would you say Lenny is?" Lisa bit her lip, waiting for a answer. Eyes searching him questioningly.

Cisco frozed. How ruthless her brother was? Sounded a bit dangerous to answer. Like the dreaded "Am I fat" question neither could end well.

"I..I wouldn't know. I don't hang out with him during my free time or anything I think it's up to you to decide." Cisco replied.

Lisa sat on his couch and firmly gripped his arm.

"Well you've fought him. How ruthless is he?" She asked again, sternly. This was not the Lisa he knew. She was being dead-serious.

"Well I guess you could classify him as villainous." He thought back to when he was forced to tell him Barry's real identity, and then to the numerous heists and innocent civilians he carelessly murdered.

But he heard about his exploits from Rip, he's been really trying to help save the world and he never did reveal Barry's identity....

"Defiantly villainous but a good guy somehow.” "Do you think he could ever end up like Da-Lewis?" Cisco stared into her eyes. "Why do you ask?"

Lisa opened her mouth, then closed and opened again. Her eyes averted to the ceiling. “He hit me." she whispered.

"What" Cisco gasped. Okay, this this didn't happen. Leonard Snart did a lot of heartless stuff, but of all things he always cared for his sister, it just seemed impossible that he would hit her.

"He..he was drunk, and I was teasing him about how he could barely walk like a baby giraffe and then I guess I pushed him....and." She breathed a deep, shuddery breath "He was furious. He started yelling, and throwing his beer bottles. I tried to shoot him. Not lethally, just to calm him down but like I said, I'm slow. He got his gun first and so-” she motioned to his work desk at the "gun."

"You don't look that hurt" Cisco scanned her face, he could see a small cut at the top of her forehead but not much else.

"I don't think the bruises formed yet" She sighed "Then Mick, of all people, pulls him off me. I can't believe it, I should have done something. Kick him in the nuts or ugh. I'm a grown woman and I I acted so weak! I just took it begging and crying for him to stop."

Her eyes began to get watery, "The worst part, all I could hear was something about learning. Learning a lesson, just like Lewis. He even hit me.." Lisa stopped and took off her jacket, revealing a hastily done bandage on her left shoulder already bled through. The same place where she had shown Team Flash the scar.

"I, I" she heaved a deep sigh, staring at the wall. "I’m so sorry. That sucks," Cisco broke in, then grimaced at his awful choice of words. Lisa barely looked in his direction. "I mean it's a lot worse than suckiness, it's horrible. He's your brother." "He raised me." Lisa put in, wearily.

"I get the feeling" Cisco sensed her body stiffen, listening. "Umm a guy named Wells. He was on Team Flash. Keyword "Was" He was like a father to me, we did science and talked. All I wanted to do was make him proud, I felt like he was the only one who really got me." This time, Cisco sighed "It was all a masquerade. He was evil, he knew all of our secrets and weakness and..." Cisco stopped, he doubted the Snarts knew much about the whole parallel universes or Reverse Flash so he chose to stop talking about that.

"I just felt horrible. Betrayed, guilty, really hurt. Like my father abandoned me" Silence, Cisco felt himself getting teary-eyed and moved to wipe his eyes.

Lisa sniffed, looking away from him but leaned onto his shoulder. He chose not to move. Just felt the warmth of her head perfectly placed in the crook of his neck, and inhaled the smell of her shampooed hair. Smelled like apples.

They stared like that for a while, staring at the wall. With the sounds of screaming on Rambo. Breathing steadily, silently crying.

Lisa made the first move to get up. Trying to rotate her shoulder.

"Wait," Cisco ran to his kitchen and got wrapping tape. "Life up your arm." He tore off the bandage easily and wrapped the new one around. He handed her package of wrapping tape and an ice bag "It should help with the other bruises."

"Thanks" Lisa gave a thin smile, she looked like she was about to say something else but chose not to. She walked to the door and turned around. "I'll come by again, and Cis, if you ever want to... I can listen." Lisa offered and then hugged him.

Cisco almost let his jaw hang open. This had to be the weirdest night ever. "I'd love that." Then he had a brillant idea, or a very stupid one depending on her reaction.

He kissed her. It was wonderful. Her lips smelled of honeydew and she took charge forcing his lips open, dee pinging until Cisco felt dizzy. He needed oxygen but he didn't want to let go. He just wanted it to go deeper and deeper, getting hotter.

"Returning the favor I see.." Lisa said when Cisco reluctantly let go, the familiar carefree smirk returning to her face.

"See you Wednesday, Golden Glider." Cisco smiled. Okay, I'll explain.. Why would Leonard hit her? Okay imagine Mick decided to get a greater revenge than just killing her over and over. Traumatized them both and ruin their relationship. How? Somehow Mick and Chronas go to 2016 and Mick gives Leonard a Devil's Breath (it's this drug that makes the person act normal but they obey whatever is suggested (it's a date rape drug) but the worst part is that it stop memory function. So you literally will never remember the event because the memory never formed. I got the idea from SVU).

So when Lisa is teasing him, Mick just commands Leonard in his ear to act like Lewis the next time she teases him, and then casually leaves to get another beer at the bar. Then the whole scene happens and brings us here. Leonard did the horrible act but won't know it. How's that for evil plan?

I wanted to expand upon her feelings of hurt and betrayal but I’m not sure if I conveyed it well. But hope it was enjoyable nonetheless.

#lisa snart #cisco ramon #goldenvibe #the flash #my fanfic #my fanfiction

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roguewn · 7 years

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Kylo’s official playlist and some very interesting choices

I’m very late to the party, but I only recently took some time to go through the SW official spotify playlist because I don’t have Spotify so I never happen to go there tbh. Rey’s playlist left me a bit ??? with some choices that look very OOC to me, but some others are truly on point.

But Kylo’s playlist is the real gem. First of all, I now looooove to imagine Kylo as a super dark rocker who shakes his long hair in time with some good hard rock music (this image is so funny, honestly). But mostly, the lyrics to many songs in his playlist are SO fitting and so... foreshadowing?

So I decided to put together the most interesting lyrics of Kylo’s playlist and underline the most striking ones related to Kylo’s relationship with Snoke/his family/Rey and his conflicting thoughts/foreshadowing of him turning back to the light side (?) (without commenting them because it’d get too long, but often they’re so explicit that they don’t even need explanation). LLLLLeggo!

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“I can't go on this way Not as I am today The ugly side of me is strong

I left me long ago Reasons you'll never know No one to miss me when I'm gone With no more words to say No argument to stay. Another post I don't belong

No home to call my own No finding someone new No one to break the fall No one to see me through No name to carry on

I see the man ripping at my soul now I, I know the man I know him all too well

There's nothing here for free Lost who I want to be My serpent blood can strike so cold On any given day I'll take it all away Another thought I can't control”

-- This Means War (Avenged Sevenfold)

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“Remember the moment you left me alone and Broke every promise you ever made I was an ocean, lost in the open Nothing could take the pain away”

-- Throne (Bring Me The Horizon)

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“I try to face the fight within But it's over I'm ready for the riot to begin And surrender I walked the path that led me to the end Remember I'm caught beneath with nothing left to give Forever

Grey skies will chase the light away no longer I fought the fight now only dark remains Forever Divided I will stand And I will let this end”

-- Angels Fall (Breaking Benjamin)

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“I gave my everything For all the wrong things In this cold reality I made This selfish war machine

Oh, this has become hell How can I share this life With someone else?”

-- Dark Side Of Me (Coheed And Cambria)

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“Will I miss the final warning From the lie that I have lived Is there anybody calling I can see the soul within And I am not worthy I am not worthy of this

Are you with me after all Why can't I hear you Are you with me through it all Then why can't I feel you

Stay with me, don't let me go Because there's nothing left at all Stay with me, don't let me go Until the Ashes of Eden fall

Will the light begin to pull me To its everlasting will? I can hear the voices haunting There is nothing left to fear And I am still calling I am still calling to you

Shine until there's nothing left but you”

-- Ashes Of Eden (Breaking Benjamin)

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“Your lies are fueled by your need for deceit Too scared to speak You're only alive when you torture the weak Now hear me roar

I will not take this anymore These words will never be ignored You want a battle Here's a war”

-- You Want A Battle? Here’s A War (Bullet For My Valentine)

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“I finally found her, and when I did I just couldn't make things right. Is this really happening? Oh, God, I think I just ruined my life.

What the fuck am I doing? I can't tell the difference from wrong and right. I second guess my decisions 'Cause I haven't been this person in my whole life I think I need something new here

Just know that it kills me When I hear anything to do with you. You won't see it, but believe me, I need to be right where you are.

And this kills me, 'Cause now I think that everything's, everything's about you”

-- Out Of Time (A Day To Remember)

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“And if I were you I'd fear me more than death himself, because when I am through with all I'll do you'll wish to burn in motherfucking hell.

This is our vengeance. Orphan of broken dreams: Your word isn't what it seems.”

-- Vengeance (Woe, Is Me)

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“Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name But I could never let you know how much this means I swear we'll end this war, cause we both know It wasn't worth fighting for”

-- A Cross And A Girl Named Blessed (Evans Blue)

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“Am I brave enough? Am I strong enough? To follow the desire That burns from within To push away my fear To stand where I'm afraid I am through with this Cuz I am more than this I promise to myself Alone and no one else My flame is rising higher

I've been sacrificed My hearts been cauterized Hanging on to hope Shackled by the ghost Of what I once believed That I could never be

I don't believe I'll fall from grace Won't let the past decide my fate Leave forgiveness in my wake Take the love that I've embraced”

-- I Am The Fire (Halestorm)

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“As I drag the Devil down I will stand alone No longer defeated

I'm falling to pieces Stained and used I know what I need and it's not you It's not you”

-- Defeated (Breaking Benjamin)

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“If you don't love me You don't love anybody Ain't you glad it's you?

There are things I know we should better not do but I know you could Sleep with me And we'd still be friends Or I know I'll go insane

Love is the answer I'll go insane

Wish me luck This was a hard year And I can't see No brighter future Wish me luck I saw the answer It was a girl”

-- The Answer (Savages)

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“Feel me now Hold me please I need you to see who I am Open up to me Stop hiding from me It's hurting babe Only you can stop the pain”

-- Dead Inside (Muse)

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“It seems that all that was good has died And is decaying in me”

-- Down With The Sickness (Disturbed)

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“I have a home Longing to roam I have to find you I have to meet you

Signs of your face Slowing your pace I need your guidance I need to seek my innervision Innervision

My pupils dance Lost in a trance Your sacred silence Losing all violence

Stars in their place Mirror your face I need to find you I need to seek my innervision Innervision.”

-- Innervision (System Of A Down)

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“I'm not a martyr, I'm not a prophet, And I won't preach to you, but here's a caution; You better understand, that I won't hold your hand, But if it helps you mend, then I won't stop it.

Drown if you want, and I'll see you at the bottom, Where you'll crawl on my skin and put the blame on me, so you don't feel a thing”

-- Cochise (Audioslave)

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“Cause you do What you're told But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you want to change it?”

-- The Hand That Feeds (Nine Inch Nails)

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“Now who's the light and who is the devil? You can't decide so i'll be your guide And one by one they will be hand chosen, Now this is what it's like when worlds collide”

-- When Worlds Collide (Powerman 5000)

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“I reach for calm I starve for a balance unknown This burden tortures me deep in my soul

I've found that strife won't make the bleeding stop Nor will it take away the pain I feel like this search is all in vain And I struggle to find my way

Guilt buries me alive In a coffin - criticized I shouldered the blame and dug this hole for me to lay in”

-- Strife (Trivium)

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Phew, this was a long post! Can’t wait to use some of these quotes on my next edits. What’s your personal favorite?

#kylo ren #star wars #kylo ren playlist #star wars spotify #kylo ren redemption arc #reylo

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i-w-p-chan · 7 years

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Miss- err, Mr. and Mr. Croft, Part 9/Legend, Part 1

Important Author Note: Unless it is specified who says which part, the dialogue typically alternates between Tsuna and Hayato.

WARNINGS: OOC, Language (there is a lot of cursing), Violence, Indiscriminate Killing (Tomb Raider Typical Killing- applies to humans, animals, and mythical creatures), Dialogue Heavy, Set In The Tomb Raider Games 'Verses, So May Not Make A Whole Lot Of Sense If You Don't Know TR (unless you, like me, don't mind that), Uses Dialogue From The Game, Collection of Snippets/Drabbles/Scenes Featuring Tsuna's And Hayato's Adventures In The TR Games, Beware Of Unexpected Mood Whiplashes, Ship Teasing, Slight BoyxBoy (why do I even warn about this anymore?), Platonic 5927 (To The EXTREEEEEEEME!), Snark, Badass Tsuna And Hayato, Badasses In Dresses, Perverted Swords, Cute Hammers, And As Always: Shameless Self-Indulgence/Ridiculousness.

Disclaimer: Don't own TR or KHR.

Legend

"You know, I think you both forgot your climbing gear on purpose."

Tsuna giggled, "What would give you that idea?"

Hayato gasped, mock-offended, "I can't believe you're grouping me with that."

Tsuna sniffed, "You wish you could get you a piece of this." Tsuna leaned back, hanging onto a ledge on the side of the mountain with only one hand, completely ignoring the straight, very dangerous drop down, and gestured to his own body.

Hayato groaned and put his forehead on the ledge; and then he pulled away to mock-gag.

Hayato climbed the ledge, "Alister, meet Tiwanaku. She's a lovely pre-Incan civilization, currently in ruins."

"Delighted."

Hayato looked around, then back at Tsuna who was still dangling from the ledge, "Are you going to dangle forever?"

Tsuna huffed, "Glad I have your attention." Tsuna pulled himself up the ledge, rising into a handstand, continuing into a slow, deliberate flip forward, and steadily landing in a standing position.

"Show off."

Tsuna preened.

"That… was too close."

Tsuna and Hayato watched the rock slide past them, "It's fine, Zip. We had worse close calls."

"Yeah, like that one with a giant T-rex."

Hayato and Tsuna shuddered in unison.

"Is that a skull of a monkey or a person? Spooky."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Well, I don't want to know."

"Looks like you'll be going forward."

"Yes. But how?"

"With patience and persistence." Hayato looked pointedly in Tsuna's direction.

Tsuna huffed, "Alright, I get it! No literal punching through the walls and doors in ancient ruins."

"Glad we got that cleared up."

"Man, this place is weird and complicated."

Tsuna shook his head, "You weren't there for St. Francis Folly."

"Or the Coliseum."

"Or Midas' Palace."

"Remember the Cistern?"

"And Khamoon's Obelisk?"

"You two, I get it, stop referencing your old adventures."

"But it's fun~"

"You two in one piece?"

"And still breathing."

"Technically, we're two pieces."

"Sure didn't look like it."

"Why, Zip, Tsuna and I have been working together for years. Synchronized dodging and acrobatics is just the tip of the ice-berg."

"The dais looks exactly like the one from the chamber all those years ago."

"Yes." Hayato narrowed his eyes, "Now, who are those people?"

Tsuna smiled, his eyes cold, "How about we go and see for ourselves?"

That was when one of the mercenaries on the other side of the bridge noticed them and shot at them. The bullets sailed harmlessly in the space between Tsuna and Hayato.

"Hold your fire!" Ordered a man from next to the mercenary, "Lara Croft!" The man waved at them.

Hayato raised an eyebrow while Tsuna narrowed his eyes on the blonde who started to walk away from the man and headed to the helicopter off to the side.

"I've been hoping I get to meet you." The man then turned towards the mercenaries, "At ease. We're just gonna talk." The man then walked across the bridge; Hayato walked forward to meet him halfway in the middle of the bridge, Tsuna right behind him.

"I'm listening," Hayato said as he and the man stopped at a distance from each other. Tsuna stopped as well, his eyes still trained on the helicopter.

"Have you found a piece of this?" The man took out a piece of black metal with engravings on it. The piece was very familiar.

Hayato let out a controlled breath. That piece greatly resembled a part of the sword sheathed in the stone dais where Amelia disappeared.

"Is this what led you here?"

"Where did you find that?"

"It doesn't matter." It did matter, Hayato's grip on his guns tightened, "What's important is what it does. Do you know?"

"What I know is my business!"

"So, you don't then. That means you don't have the piece." The man turned back and then towards them, "Amanda said that you were sloppy. You should have paid more attention in Paraiso!" He said as he turned around again.

"Amanda?" Hayato turned to Tsuna, whose eyes were narrowed at the helicopter near the dais, "Amanda's dead. What the hell do you know about Paraiso?"

"We're going to Paraiso?" Hayato carefully observed Tsuna.

"Yes."

"Do you think Amanda Evert may not have died down there?"

Tsuna nodded, "Which begs the question of why she hid away if she survived. Why didn't she approach us? Or contact us?"

"She wouldn't if she thought that we left her to die."

"We did? We did, didn't we?"

"Tsuna, you were hurt. I couldn't save both you and her at the same time. Especially with the place filling up with water. Between you and her, you know which of you I'll always choose." Hayato stared intently at Tsuna.

Tsuna stared back, "Well, yeah. I know. I'd do the same."

Hayato patted Tsuna on the back, "Alright. Let's head to Peru."

"There is only one bike."Tsuna headed towards the bike.

"Heyheyhey! How about I drive and you watch out for any mercenaries?"

"But you're a slow driver, Hayato."

"Humor me."

"… … … …fine!"

Hayato stared down at the ground where the hole they descended through in the dig all those years ago was boarded up; a quick look at Tsuna showed him in a similar state: remembering the creature down below- covered in black smoke, with glowing eyes and sharp claws.

"Tsuna-"

"No attempting to force a bond with strange mystical creatures. I get it, Hayato."

Anaya looked between the two worriedly.

Hayato stared at the shoe in Tsuna's hands, "Oh."

"It's been unlaced."

"She… survived."

"Now we know that without a shadow of doubt."

The two shared a look, "We should go look for her."

"After we're done here."

"Right."

"The tip was broken off."

"Hey! That-!"

"Yeah!"

"We've seen this before!"

"In Japan!"

The two shared a look and grinned, "Time to visit your country of origin, Tsuna."

"Heh. A classic meeting with the Yakuza. Eh, Hayato? Wouldn't that be funny."

"Hush, you."

And then the call from Anaya came.

"He wants to meet us at Nishimura's?" Tsuna's eyes sparkled.

"…" Hayato observed Tsuna's excitement, "You like Nishimura."

"Huh?" Tsuna looked at Hayato, while Anaya side-eyed Tsuna with an amused look, "Well, he's a nice guy."

"'A nice guy' huh?"

Tsuna rolled his eyes at Hayato and returned his attention to Zip, ignoring the snort and muffled laughter coming from the other end of the line, "Takamoto doesn't know that we're friends?"

"Nope. All he knows is that Nishimura's hosting a corporate party tomorrow night and you'll meet him there."

"Fu~" Tsuna smirked, "Better and better."

Hayato sighed fondly, "Great. Now he's got ideas."

Tsuna merely turned his smirk in Hayato's direction.

"We'll be heading there straight away."

"I need to find something to wear first!"

"Of course, Tsuna."

Hayato and Anaya shared a look and burst into silent laughter.

"What happened last time you and Takamoto got together?"

Tsuna made a face, "Do you have to phrase it that way?"

Hayato ignored him, "He was trying to pass off forged relics from the Asuka period, and conventional reason doesn't work with Yakuza." Hayato smirked and looked at Tsuna who smirked back at him and fluttered his eyelashes as he adjusted the low neckline of his little, black dress.

"But you let him go."

"Hey, Hayato, how's my hair?"

"You look fabulous, Tsuna."

Tsuna preened.

"And now we're going to have a useful conversation," Hayato told Zip, "It's turned out quite nicely."

"Now." Tsuna beamed, "Let's go~"

"At ease, Tsuna. One would think you have a crush on Nishimura."

"So what if I do?" Tsuna sent a coy look towards Hayato, completely ignoring the choking and coughing sounds accompanied with muffled chuckles from the communication device.

"Fine. Let's go meet your crush, Tsuna."

"Welcome, Tsuna-kun, Hayato-kun. You have been enjoying my little party?"

"We're enjoying it very much, Toru-kun." Tsuna smiled.

Hayato wanted to melt into the ground just to not third-wheel for Tsuna, but he couldn't bring himself to do that because he had to chaperone. So he contended himself with letting Tsuna do all the talking.

"When Takamoto arrives, however, it may cause you some inconvenience."

Nishimura walked over to them and put a hand to Tsuna's bare shoulder, looking at him, over at Hayato who merely nodded, then back at Tsuna, "Take care. He is a very dangerous man when his interests differ from yours."

Tsuna's mouth curved into a smirk, his eyes were half-lidded, "You'd be amazed at how persuasive I can be, even with dangerous men."

Hayato skillfully covered a snort.

"I am convinced." Nishimura smiled at Tsuna, "I am dangerous too, you remember."

Tsuna's smirk softened into a smile.

"But please, enjoy the party while you can." Nishimura lightly patted Tsuna's shoulder once before letting it go, "And good luck."

After the two exited the office, Tsuna sighed, "He didn't even look at my dress."

"I think it's difficult to not look at your dress."

"Action dress rip? You're doing action dress rips now?"

"Yes."

"Like the fanservice wasn't enough already."

"What fanservice?"

"Never mind."

Hayato took off his suit jacket, "Maybe I should have worn a dress, too."

"The suit is not good enough for mobility?"

"Yeah. I think a dress with side-slits, maybe something with Chinese design, would have been better."

Tsuna and Nishimura chuckled.

Hayato huffed, "Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want. Now, Tsuna, the roof?"

"Look at that bike~"

"I'll-"

"I'll drive."

Hayato nodded frantically, "Okay!"

"HOLY SHIT THERE ARE DOGS!"

"YOU JUST KILLED THE THREE YAKUZA WHO JUST CAME AT US WITH A FUCKING GRENADE AND YOU'RE FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE DOGS?!"

Tsuna leaned back slightly and raised an incredulous eyebrow, "Wow. Angry much?"

Hayato threw his arms in the air and stormed off.

"Hey! Wait!"

Tsuna and Hayato dodged the green energy ray aimed their way, shot off by Takamoto directly from the sword fragment attached to the top of a staff like a blade of a spear.

Tsuna grinned, summoning his flames and shocking Takamoto, "Now we're talking, eh?"

Hayato used the distraction to climb up a pole to reach the upper area where Takamoto stood, and raised his rifle.

Tsuna and Hayato turned towards the direction the sound of the helicopter was coming from.

"Nishimura's got a chopper outside waiting for you."

"Oh, Toru-kun." Tsuna put a hand to his chest, "You're my favorite."

"What am I?" Hayato petulantly crossed his arms over his chest, "Chopped liver?"

"Hush, you. Let me enjoy the sight of my knight in a pristine white suit."

"Yeah. All you're missing is the white dress. But maybe the black dress is more fitting?"

"It's still a little early to be talking marriage."

"We can always get into the postcard business."

Tsuna gestured towards the magnificent waterfall in front of them, "So many wonderful views I would love to take a picture for. I agree."

"Look, there."

"Ugh. I see them now."

"Shall we go see what they're up too?"

"Isn't that why we're here in the first place?"

"Now, let's jump."

The two jumped forward, diving into the waters below, in-synch.

"Or," Zip added, "You can get into the Olympics for synchronized diving."

"There is that, too." Tsuna chuckled.

"Tsuna, in the Olympics?" Hayato snorted, "He'll get a kick out of picking extravagant diving techniques."

"Only if you can shoot this far."

"Well, I can fire farther than that."

"Tsuna, down boy."

"Ah. The classic get the traps functioning again to be able to continue. Heaven forbid that we can easily pass with no traps in the way."

Tsuna looked at the four sets of rotating blades, two at the bottom and two at the top. Two sets rotated to the other end of the hallway, while the other two rotated towards the other end.

"Reminds you of anything?"

"Yeah."

"Egypt," The two said in unison.

"What happened?" Tsuna asked, worried about the silence from the other line of the communication.

"I don't know." Hayato furrowed his eyebrows, "But I don't like it."

"Let me show you." Rutland used green energy to float up to a platform above him.

Hayato and Tsuna shared a look; the energy looked very similar to the one Takamoto used.

Tsuna then looked at Rutland, "How about I show you?"

Tsuna summoned his flames.

"What?"

Hayato shot at Rutland, "Pay attention~ You don't want to get hit by a stray bullet or something similar, do you?"

Rutland looked from Tsuna to Hayato, "You-!"

"He sees~" Tsuna cooed, "Now… back to business."

"Well. Off to Kazakhstan."

"I don't think I need to tell you to pack warm?"

"No," Tsuna said, "You don't. But I intend to be cold."

"Can you do that? Be cold, I mean?"

"You'd be surprised."

End chapter 9

#miss- err mr. and mr. croft #khr #khrtr #tomb raider #sawada tsunayoshi #gokudera hayato

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headstrongblake-a · 7 years

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Babes! what even is this!? how are there 450 of you following me? first off, THANK YOU. when i created octavia back in july of the last year i never imagined i would ever make it to almost a year of writing her. i was just having fun for the time being, writing a character i had fallen in love with. it never even crossed my mind that so many of you would enjoy my take on her. now, i can’t imagine not being on this blog. i’ve made so many memories & strong friendships that i’ll carry with me always. i just really wanted to thank you all for being so amazing and kind & it’s a pleasure seeing you all on the dash. each day your guy’s writing inspires me in so many ways. my octavia would be nothing without you guys!

Alright, so here’s some love for the ones who’ve stuck by me for almost a full year, for the people i admire every single day, for the ones i love & the friendships i’ve made, and for all the lovelies i watch from afar. i’ll try to not keep repeating myself but basically loves, you’re all amazing and i love every single one of you.

MY LOVES;

@foxofthe100 // @louisofthe100 // @ginaofthe100 - brittany my dear, i honestly do not know where octavia and i would be without you and your babes. writing with you and creating different worlds is always one of my favourites. we can literally talk for hours building new threads and head canons together. i think you along with heather, are one of the people who has at least 10 threads going with my little o. not only has writing with you strengthened my own writing, you’ve become truly one of my best friends. skyping with you and sending letters, and just getting to have you in my life is something i’ll always be grateful for. i love you britt.

@faultedleader // @unordiinary - oh no, heather it’s you. and i’m about to get pretty mushy here. i will forever be thankful that you sent in that ‘you’re not a monster/you’re a monster’ meme over nine months ago because from there we’ve only grown. i can’t even control octavia, whenever she sees a new idea her immediate thought is to message you so we can do the thing. i love sending you heartbreaking gif sets & that fact that most of this season we both spoiled each other before the episode so that we could handle getting through it! i love all the threads we come up with and the many different ways we’ve managed to break the blake siblings. i love the friendship we’ve developed & i never want to fall out of touch with you! you’re so incredible heather & i’m not sure what i would do without you. thank you heather!

@soldiiermade - karli, i don’t know where to begin. since day one i’ve been mesmerized with your writing. be it your threads, ask meme responses or your metas i always have to read every last word. i love the two worlds we’ve created for the blake siblings because they always feel like they have this beautifully realistic way about them. they’re complex & i feel like we can never run out of headcanons for these two. your friendship is one i will always treasure with me & i appreciate you so much. anytime i’m writing with you i can feel my writing constantly being challenged & strengthened and it’s such a great pleasure to be able to do it. i love how much you care about bellamy and that you refused to sugarcoat all the traits that people sometimes seem to villainize him for. your portrayal of bellamy is so raw and true & i still can’t believe i get to write alongside with you. ps - when we’re both not so busy with rl, we need to create more worlds!

@trikrulinkon - k, by now i’m sure i don't even have to tell you how attached i am to your writing. i mean just today you were telling me to stop giving you special treatment. ;) i think it’s pretty obvious that i enjoy having you around!! i don’t know how it is, but the second you reply to something all of a sudden my muse for that particular verse always skyrockets! octavia is always demanding i reply to yours right away. but one of the things i also love about writing with you, is that even if it takes me a million years to reply to something, i never feel guilty or bad because we’ve literally been writing within the two same verses since the summer! neither of them have died & they’ve only grown larger and more complicated. i mean, i guess you’re pretty awesome to, always giving me real advice, not sugarcoating things & it’s a bonus that you always give me laughing fits. you’re pretty fucking special & you’re not allowed to go anywhere. :)

@crimiinalchemiist // @valleyborn - danny my love, everything we write together is pure gold. i just love everything we do together and i enjoy all we’ve put our babes through!!! you’re a great friend, one of the kindest i’ve ever met and my life would be a little more dull without you in it. talking with you & writing with you is always a great time and you are truly the jasper to my octavia. no one else could compare to the bond we’ve built between them. i love you with all my heart danny and i appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me & appreciate your beautiful soul in my life.

@shxcklash // @nctyourplaything - emily you are the light of my life. gosh, i don’t know where octavia would be without you and harper. the bond we’ve created between our two babes is one i will never forget and one i hope we will always continue to write. your harper is so important to me and octavia!! mandy, oh goodness, this chick is insane! and i love her to pieces. you couldn’t pay me enough money to believe that you’re not actually channeling mandy while writing her character because i have NEVER seen someone so SPOT on with their portrayal before. it’s incredible. emily your friendship means the world to me & you’re one of my best friends! i love you dear!

@brckenmartyr //@echokcmazgeda // @auroraxblake - mama katie, goodness we don’t write together all the time anymore, probably my fault and we should change that, but there’s never a day where i don’t think of you or smile as I scroll through your tumblr, twitter, or instagram. there’s a reason you’re called mama katie, and i just have so much love for you. sending letters & cards back and forth with you will always be something i treasure ( really i do, they’re all in a special box ) and you’ve been there for me more times than i can count. i love you with all my heart and i’m so glad that writing octavia brought me to you. i don’t know what i would do without you.

@madegrounder // @mademurderer - kate my love, my babe, my original twin. ugh what can i even say except that i just love you so much!! you were the first octavia i ever wrote with & if i remember correctly the first bellamy i ever wrote a modern with and boy oh boy have we come a ways since then. we don’t write together as much as i’d like, my fault again because life is insanely hectic, but when we do write together i’m constantly left in tears & awe of how incredible you are. you’re always breaking my heart & putting it back together within minutes and i appreciate you so much. timezones are stupid so also tend to miss each other but you’ll always be insanely important to me. i want a thousand things with you <3

@hoperisen // @stupiidsheep // @hisprometheus // @mythosraised - tot, my hubbie, if you had asked me 10 months ago if i would be talking to you/writing with you or friends with you, i would have probably laughed in your face. because the second i saw your blogs i turned into a pile of mush just mesmerized by your writing. i was crazy intimidated by you but look at us now! i absolutely adore writing with you & still can’t believe you ever got me to write with ilian ( it was a semi hard sell at first to be honest ). your ilian is the only one i can write with because you just capture all your characters so beautifully. not only is your writing amazing, YOU are one hell of a person. your attitude and outlook on life has me constantly wishing i was just like you! i admire you so much.

@amongthcwreck - liz, i admire you so much! like insane amounts to be honest. every morning ( because you seem to be on when i’m sleeping/just waking up ) i always scroll through all your threads because i’m in love with the many different worlds you throw bellamy into! you always ring true to his character no matter where he is, and i just respect the hell outta you! i want a million things with you & definitely would love to get to know you more ooc!!! please keep rocking bellamy because you’re such a light on my dash every day!!

@portectorisms - below you is the reason i started indie, but you my friend, are the reason i chose octavia. i must have spent a good six months sending you ask memes and just sitting there in awe of how brilliant your writing is, i knew you were a person i had to write with. i’ve always had a love for the 100 but reading your blog constantly is what really pulled me into want to write octavia blake and for that, i will forever be thankful and love you for. even tho i’m slower than slow, writing you is one of the greatest highlights. i always feel my writing challenged with you.

@spctlessminds // @packgenius - emily, you’re the only reason i have the chance to do this. without you, i probably would NEVER have joined indie. i would still be spiraling in circles trying to find a creative outlet after the group had died down. all the things i’ve learned in indie, all the bonds i’ve forged, and the friendships & memories i’ve made, are all because of you my dear. i love you & i appreciate your friendship so much. i know since being on octavia, my muse for anything else has fallen to the side a little but lately i’m trying to find a balance. so soon i’ll get it right! emily, thank you so much for being by my side the last.. goodness, 3.5 - 4 years?? you mean the world to me.

@shestried - J, babe i love you so much. every time i chat with you, snap with you, or write with you i’m having the time of my life. yes, even in those times where you’re literally ripping my heart out of my chest and stomping on it. i love writing with you and the different scenarios we constantly come up with. i love that like you said, we can go days or weeks without talking but when we do it feels like no time has passed at all. i think that’s a sign of a really good friendship? or something like that. i love you darling & i appreciate having you in my life!

THOSE I LOVE & WISH TO WRITE MORE WITH;

@anditsxsorrows / @accidentprcne / @imnobodysson / @onyafevayuj / @lcvedher / @weaknessisdeath / @wanderdestined // @basiicphysics / @everyturnanycost / @redempticnarc / @robinhoodmaia / @idsurvive / @earthkeepcr / @darkestbeforedxwn / @floathim / @gatekeepcr / @kalipsou / @bxmbsxaway / @bornbutterfly / @indiebryan / @linkkon / @commandsdeath / @hxdaleksakomtrigedakru / @childcharlotte / @othcrsidex

THOSE I ADMIRE/STALK FROM AFAR aka we should do things;

@toysoldicr / @leyosgona / @kingroun / @madefighter / @ncncriminalway / @shewhofights / @icymenace / @haihefaroun / @eldcstson / @iintcntiions / @hedaiisms

#guys i'm speechless #i just have so much love for you guys #and look i made a graphic #( mun things | ashley talks )#( i'll always have these memories | save )#follower forever tw #if that's a thing?#i think i've seen it before #i didnt proofread this because work but here #and thank you

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