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heyhihellosworld · 11 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

Charles Leclerc x reader

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Your Charles supporter in every high and low, always there to celebrate and help him in every way possible

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (almost only smut), a little angst

Notes: First time I publish any work for Charleees and this became just smut basically. I didn't really have any plot, just started with the smut so it became a little weird but anyway. I still struggle writing smut so this is not great but I feel like it's getting better every time at least

"That was really... impressive" you smiled sarcastically, catching his annoyed face getting even more so as his eyes rolled. "Can you just not" he sighed, stopping in front of you and wiping his face off the sweat with the towel he'd received after quali.

"What, I'm just speaking facts"

Charles didn't answer that, he just narrowed his eyes before drinking big sips from his water bottle. "Seriously" you hummed, wanting to push his buttons even though you knew it wasn't the smartest seeing as he was already annoyed.

"It is impressive, crashing two days in a row. Wow, I'm just so excited to see what you will do tomorrow. Maybe crash?"

Charles let out a grunt, staring at you really unimpressed by your attitude as you gave him your famous smirk. That smirk that he hated and loved at the same time because even if it could get on his nerves in situations like these, that smirk was also the thing he loved about you.

"You know just what to say to cheer a man up huh" he spoke monotony, not even looking at you as he whipped up his phone "Oh I do" you tilled, looking at him with a teasing expression but he only shook his head.

"You know, Carlos' girlfriend hugs him or comforts him when he fails" He spoke lowly, almost accusingly as he gathered his stuff.

"Lucky Carlos" you hummed, smiling at your boyfriend who finally let out a chuckle. The frown on his beautiful face melting off and relaxing

You moved to him, erasing the meter of space between you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You know I support you and I will listen to your rant all evening so I gotta have some fun as well. You know I love you and think you are the best driver in the world" you tutted, pecking his lips as he smiled "That sounded so sincere darling" he hummed making you laugh, kissing him again "It was"

Race weekends were a thrill. You loved them and hated them at the same time. Being at the grid was a vibe in itself, something hard to describe but being so close to the action also meant close to the danger. You loved racing but you hated the risks and seeing your boyfriend in the action left you with a never-ending anxiety. But you knew it was his dream so you had no choice but to support him and swallow your worries.

Ferrari was his dream but also his curse. The never-ending struggles and the pressure he put on himself made him overworked and twitchy but you also knew he loved all aspects of racing and he truly believed he could achieve great things with the team. You didn't doubt it but the road there was long and it took effort, not only from Charles and the team but for you too.

The day in honor Charles started at pole but there wasn't much denying that he had had a tough weekend so far, pole in both qualifying but also in the wall two times which of course took a lot of confidence.

The race was boring to say the least, nothing happening and Red bull being far top left little to no excitement in the top two. The real fight was between Charles and Alonso, Charles managing all the way to the podium.

You bubbled with joy as you watched him celebrate on the podium, spraying Champagne and laughing before he came down again. A large smile and Champaign covering his already sweaty face.

"You did it" you grinned, hugging him tightly as he entered the garage again. "I did, not the wall today eh" he grinned smugly, kissing you passionately before you pushed him off not wanting to be too much in the public eye.

You celebrated with the rest of the grid in a club that evening, not wanting to let Charles miss out on the fun just because you were there even if the Monegasque had been more tempted to stay in the hotel-room.

Charles was glued to your side the whole evening, kissing your shoulders, grabbing your ass whenever you were out of sight and always finding an excuse to touch you. Not that you were complaining but he was touchier than usual.

"What's with you today Char? Go out and party" Pierre joked, shoving his friend in the shoulder as he sat on a small couch-group with you and a couple of others. "No no, don't feel like it" Charles dismissed. "What's with him?" Pierre asked directed to you but Charles answered anyway, eyes rolling at his friend "It's nothing with me" he chuckled, shaking his head at the Frenchman who didn't let up

"He is just a bit needy" you smiled, grinning at Charles who glared at you whilst Pierre laughed out loud, raising his hands in surrender "Don't let me stand in your way mate" he chuckled, backing away winking at both of you.

"For real?" Charles sighed unimpressed, looking at you with tired eyes as you couldn't contain your laughter. "But it's true, isn't it Char?" you hummed, teasingly tracing your fingertips up over his thigh, smirking at the way his breath hitched when your fingers danced over his bulge.

"Maybe" he murmured, shoving your hand away with a warning glare.

"It's nothing wrong with it baby" you grinned, mocking him with your expression.

"Shush you" he muttered, shoving you away from him whilst you laughed.

It didn't take long for Charles to run out of patience, especially not since you seemed to find a way to tease him in every way possible so when you arrived at the hotel it didn't surprise you when he immediately attacked you with kisses, eyes asking you to help him out.

"Aww" you mocked, a pout on your lips as you jerked him off faster "you're so needy baby" you hummed. Every time your hand went to his tip your thumb slid over his tip making him release the most amazing sounds.

He looked so beautiful when he was like this. All needy and vulnerable for you. His eyes were hooded, lips parted and his brow furrowed in concentration. A thin layer of sweat covered his body as he tried to let you do your thing despite his itching muscles and need to touch you.

He was close, you could clearly tell by the way his things tensed and bucked into your hand. "Y/n, baby, please" he gasped out, only making you speed up your movements. When your other hand made its way to gently touch his balls he was gone.

He threw his head back, eyes rolling as he stuttered out moans, quickly coming undone. The thought about stopping crossed your mind but the look on his face, begging you to not, made you finish him off.

Your lips hushed the sounds coming from his lips loud enough to be heard to the rooms around you and you knew he would be teased to death the next day if they heard him.

"Yes Charlie, that's it, come for me" you whispered, his eyes closing as he came over his stomach, body trembling as he breathed hard trying to catch his breath.

He stayed in the same position for a while, trying to stabilize his breath as you observed him. Sometimes you couldn't believe that out of all the people on this earth he chose you to be with, looking at him like this made you feel like he was something extreme. So beautiful you couldn't even describe it, lips parted, eyes hooded and skin shimmering in the late evening-light.

Soon enough he started to move, breaking you out of your little bubble. He got up on his knees, wraling the small way it was to where you were sitting crossed legged just right beside him before he gently pushed you down on the soft mattress. The playful grin he had on his face made you giggle as you fell on your back, inviting him to get on top of you.

"Stop laughing" he pouted, seemingly offended but the smile he couldn't hide betrayed him. "Sorry sorry" you smiled, patting his shoulder reassuringly as he hovered over you.

His smile mirrored yours, his dreamy eyes smiling too. "Wanna take care of you too" he murmured, his breath fanning your ear.'making you shiver. "Do whatever you want" you softly hummed back, gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

The way his eyes fell shut at the sensation and his neck craned into your touch made it clear that you were the one in charge tonight, he wanted you to take charge and he'd happily obey.

You let him be for a second, his lips kissing over your shoulder and neck as his fingers teasingly traced your panties. Fingers dipping into the waistband before disappearing to gently caress the soft skin on your tummy. When you let out a grunt of annoyance he immediately threw a glance at you, smirking as he got the memo.

You couldn't help but to let out a moan as his fingers finally dipped down into your panties. His slick fingers spread your wetness around before gently playing small precise circles on your clit. He loved watching your face whenever he was touching you, relishing in pride that he made you feel that way, that he could make you cum and become fuzzy for him.

His fingers found your entrance, slowly flicking into you making your mouth fall open. Your body wriggle around, trying to get away from his skillful fingers as it felt too good. His thumb connecting to your clit made the dam break as you pushed his hand away. Challenging him with your look as he whined, wanting to make you cum.

He immediately fell quiet when he saw your look, your hand wrapping delicately around his throat as you kissed over his jaw. "What was that huh?" you hummed, feeding on the sound he let past his lips. "Nothing" he hummed quickly, eyes fleeting over you as a wicked smirk crawled over your face. You loved this power-balance you had. Having Charles dominate you was always bound to be thrilling but you also loved being the one in charge. Having him following your demands was a rare type of power, of course built on complete trust. But you also loved how you sometimes didn't need to have any power, you could just be you, together.

Today was your chance to take the reins though, feeling like it had been a while since you did last since Charles had gone through a period of wanting control, which you didn't mind at all but it did feel great to take charge now.

Your fingers tightened slightly around his throat, not hard enough to choke him for real, just to mark your dominance.

"Thought so" you smirked, flipping him around so you were on top. You gave him a cheeky smile as your mouth trailed a path of kisses down his chest and over his navel, kissing over his abs and v-line as he breathed hard. Your mouth graced over his rock-hard dick but you ignored it for the time being, wanting to tease him slightly.

"Y/n please" he pleaded, hips rutting to get close to your mouth but you just chuckled, pressing his hips down on the sheet as you licked over his abs. "What is it baby?" you hummed in a mocking tone, innocent eyes blinking up at him as you licked up his chest before hanging your face close to his.

"What do you want, Charlie?" you hummed again, breathing over his face because you knew it drove him crazy, along with calling him Charlie that you knew turned him on when in this situation. "Want you to touch me, fuck me, please" he hurried out, his hands gripping onto your hips hard.

"Aww are you needy again" you teased, kissing over his cheek as he tried to calm down his shallow breathing. "Please y/n" he whined, trying to position you over his dick with his hands but you only tutted at him "No no" you chuckled, slapping his hands away.

He looked so fragile and vulnerable in the way he laid there, trying to obey your wishes whilst fighting to not break. His eyes were glossy, body twitchy and lips swollen from biting at them. You took pity on him as he wriggled, uncomfortably hard and face contorting.

"Aw baby, look at you" you mocked, wrapping your fingers around his dick softly which made him gasp out a moan, eyes squeezing together.

"Fuck, I hate when you are bratty like this" Charles moaned out, making you chuckle at him, smirking cheekily. "You do?" you teased, jerking him off slightly quicker, relishing in the sharp breath he breathed in before letting his head fall back into the pillows

"I really do, but I love it too" he murmured, biting his lip so hard it would draw blood "Oh I know you do Charlie, the submissive part of you love to be under my mercy. But the dominant part wants to punish me, doesn't it?"

"It really does" he gritted out as your thumb rubbed over his sensitive tip "Oh but I know you love this so much right now Char, just laying here and taking what I give you, letting me control you" your voice was thick, seductive and sweet as sugar as he nodded "I do love it"

You chuckled again, slowly stroking him before stopping completely not wanting him to cum like this.

You kissed his lips sweetly, his lips melting into yours as you lined him up with you, slowly rubbing his dick over your wetness. When you started to sink down on him he broke the kiss, gasping in symphony with you as you sank down all the way, taking him to the hilt.

"Fuck baby" he moaned, blinking quickly as you stroke his cheek, breathing heavily into his neck, your hips moving in circles, letting yourself get used to him.

After a few seconds of kissing and snogging you sat up so you straddled him for real, your hands planted firmly on his strong chest as you started to move more firmly on him.

His hands on your hips simply stayed still, you not letting him control your movements as you quickened your pace before slowing down, rolling your hips to create the best pattern for both of your pleasure.

Both of your moans bounced around in the hotel-room. No longer being able to think long enough to cover either of your mouths as the sounds got stronger and louder the longer you rode him.

"Fuck fuck y/n, I'm close, please" he blabbered, blinking up at you with the most pleasure struck look you'd ever seen on him. "It's okay baby" you hummed, going faster over him, slamming your hips down on his every time he bottomed out inside of you.

"A-are you close?" he asked softly. You nodded, stilling your hips for a moment as you took a grip on his hand, leading it to your pussy and firmly placing his fingers on your clit. Charles didn't need more instructions than that as you started moving again, rubbing firm precise circles over your clit in the way he knew drove you crazy, and tonight was no different.

It got harder to move smoothly as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly, your head dropping as your moans became louder. Your eyes found his, asking him to help you and he understood, meeting your thrusts with his own making him feel even bigger and reach even deeper inside of you. You angled your hip, trying to hit the perfect spot and when you did find it, it didn't take long for your eyes to roll as your orgasm flooded over you, taking Charles with you as he moaned out loud, not caring anymore.

It took a few minutes for you both to calm down and regain your normal breath. You lead him to the shower, taking turns in gently washing each-other to get rid of the sticky feeling of sex.

You wrapped yourself in his arms, peppering his face with kisses as he chuckled, wrapping you tightly to his chest. "Love you amor" he whispered, his characteristic smile playing on his lips. "Love you to Char" you hummed, stroking beads of hair out of his tired face "Love you even if you drive in to the wall" you smiled, catching his eyes roll before chuckling in defeat "as long as you don't hurt yourself of course" you added, kissing his nose sweetly.

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r--kt · 21 days

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Do you like Kakashi's dogs? Let's talk about why there are eight of them.

another example of naruto's ✨cultural code✨

contents | the eight dog warriors chronicles · legacy · eight confucian virtues. also look at the cuties love them sm

Naruto Vol. 10 CH 90

[ one dog is wonderful, I'm saying as the owner of a sweet little york terrier. two dogs are good, they won't be bored together. three dogs? yeah, cool! how are you going to walk them though? four? yes... look, maybe we have to draw the line h- wha- EIGHT? Excuse Me!? ]

surely, it's worth starting with the fact that eight is a lucky number in Japanese culture — everybody watched Hachi. of course, this is not the only cultural detail where the eight is mentioned. I want to pay special attention to a thing that I didn't know about until I googled it, and this is clearly what Kishimoto was doing homage to with Kakashi's eight ninken.

The Eight Dog Warriors Chronicles

Better known as Nansō Satomi Hakkenden. and it's not just some kind of book, it's a novel, consisting of 106 booklets written by Kyokutei Bakin in XIX century. Hakkenden is considered the largest novel in the history of Japanese Literature. this is one of the main representatives of the gesaku genre, which includes works of a frivolous, joking, silly nature. further I will emphasize a few more times how damn popular this work is and how often it is reflected in culture.

here are some illustrations for these books

now let's talk about the plot. It's weird, but it's weird at samurai-dogs-story level so stay here.

In brief, the story tells about the commander Satomi Yoshizane, whose native lands were attacked by the army of a man, whose forces surpassed those of Satomi, and the samurai in despair swore to a dog named Yatsufusa that the dog would get his beloved daughter Fuse as a wife if he chewed that man's throat. surprisingly, the dog not only understood the owner, but also fulfilled his wish! after that the commander refused to keep the promise. however, Fuse, true to her word of honor, went with Yatsufusa to the mountains and became his wife. upon learning that his daughter was pregnant, Satomi, in a rage, sent a samurai to kill Yatsufusa and bring Fuse home. she stood up for the dog anyways and died with him. at that moment, eight pearls with hieroglyphs that denoted the foundations of Confucian virtue burst out of her womb. (...cheers for mythology, I guess)

Soon, eight dog warriors who were Fuse's spiritual children were born in different parts of Awa province. after going through hardships, they got together and became vassals of the Satomi clan, then won the battle, and soon reached peace.

some more illustrations made by Utagawa Kuniyoshi. from left to right: Inukawa Sōsuke (the dog warrior), Inumura Daikaku (the dog warrior), Princess Fuse (their mother).

the novel mainly tells about each individual warrior dog and his shenanigans in a funny adventurous way. huge fame has led to excerpts from Hakkenden being staged at the Kabuki Theater and mentioned in the anime and manga, such as Inuyasha, Dragon Ball, as it turned out, Naruto and so on. there's also a lot of films and video games.

The eight virtues

these are loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, love, honesty, justice, harmony, and peace.

they relate more to Chinese culture, but basically Hakkenden was inspired by it too. since I did not read the whole novel, I would still like to mention at least the values on which it is based, and which were embedded in the symbolism of this story. It's quite interesting to apply this to Kakashi's dogs. gives them more weight and depth.

It is also interesting to note that the reason why Fuse gave birth to dogs was also that her father was cursed earlier in the story in a way that his descendants would become depraved like dogs. in Japanese culture, dogs embody the duality of character: the same mentioned filth and depravity, and devotion and bravery. so as samurai. but this is a different conversation, more related to Kakashi and his dog poetry.

Did you get here? Here's an additional discovery for you✨

Pakkun's name (パックン) is derived from the Japanese onomatopoeia “pakupaku” (パクパク) which reflects the sound of munching.

Kakashi, that's very sweet of you.

thank you for reading this to the end ♡

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queers-gambit · 1 month

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My Date With the President's Daughter

part one: Blue Bunny

prompt: your father finds out about Tangerine in the worst way during a charity gala before marauders try to rob it.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 6.3k+

note: a little Disney Channel throwback in the title anyone?

warnings: use of Irish names that DO NOT dictate race, more Mafia antics, short smut / interrupted smut (you'll see), NSFW i think, mature content, cursing, chaos and violence, weapons: guns and knives, blood. dead bodies, reader's a Daddy's Girl, abrupt ending, slight angst, more hurt and comfort i guess, author still has no idea what this plot is - revoke her internet access.

The theme of the gala that night was inspired by the Palace of Versailles; regal, royal, glittering and so very, very gold. It was held at one of the most expensive hotels in the city, the entire building rented out in preparation with three different caterers and expensive bottles of alcohol being served. The gala was THE place to be - most people vying for an invitation, everyone who was anyone in attendance; dripping in designer clothes, shoes, and jewelry that sparkled in candlelight.

Every single year for the past 25 years, your legendary father hosted a large charity event that your mother was project manager of - meaning she chose the themes, decor, and the invite list. Only elite persons (both in the public and private eye) with deep pockets were invited, knowing they'd cut a large check if they wanted your father to stay out of their business territories. So, in honor of the richer-than-rich attendees, your mother used grand and golden decorations; creating a tastefully regal atmosphere for those who didn't actually have a drop of royal blood in their veins.

You father, Fallon, meaning "leader" in the ancient Celtic language, looked as handsome and dapper as ever; his tux dry cleaned, steamed, ironed, and tailored, paired with clean and shining dress shoes that had a bright red sole. His hair was slicked back, tattoos on his neck visible from the swept-back style.

Your mother, Maeve, whose name meant "she who rules", looked like she had just walked off a runway. Her dress hugged her slender and impressive figure, the material shimmering under the soft lighting. Her heels were high, hair pinned off her neck to show off bright diamond earrings that matched the thin chain of glittering gems around her collarbones, the sparkling tennis bracelet, and the absurdly large wedding ring on her finger. Her face was lightly painted with make-up, always a woman who didn't need much - if any at all. You prayed to age as gracefully as she.

Your brother, Oisín - pronounced [Oh - Sheen] - meant "little deer"; a cheeky but shy lad at the ripe age of 10. He wore a matching tux as your father, and had an emerald broach pinned on his lapel to indicate he belonged to your family. His au pair was supposed to be watching him so you could mingle with donors, but Oisín didn't stray from your side; a wee hand holding the material of your expensive dress on your hip to keep himself from getting lost.

The gala was crowded. Large event room stifling, requiring the air be turned on. Perfume assaulting the senses in a clash of scents.

The trademark "cha-ching" sound effect echoed in your mind as you shmoozed a few guests into their donations; impressing your brother by how easy you made it look. You thanked each donor with a pretty smile and fluttering lashes, floating around the room to meet other investors; giving them your family's charity's mission statement and explained where their money would go. Most of the people in this room were seedy criminals - similar to your father - and the other few were corrupt politicians who were nestled in the criminal's pockets.

By no means was the night boring, but this was work for you; all business, no pleasure.

The decor your mother chose had a lot of glittering gold details; a few imported busts and statues, an entire wall full of sculpted grass to mimic the Palace's own garden designs; artwork hung in thick, intricate frames, bright crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The event hall was specifically chosen for the floor-to-ceiling windows, sculpted shrubbery planted around the room; banquet tables covered in white cloth and chairs made of white plush - complimenting the detailed golden accents. It was gorgeous, you were impressed by your mother's attention to detail.

You wore a dress made of fine silk, the pretty green hue complimenting your skin tone; hair left down, pinned at the sides, showing off the dangling, expensive earrings your father gifted you on your 18th birthday. You, too, wore heels that forced you to walk taller and with calculated steps; rimmed eyes darting around to ensure there wasn't any shady business transpiring. But when surrounded by people who made their living by being sketchy, it was hard to clock each and every movement; being why your father had hired a very specific (and loyal) security service.

With several checks in hand, you visited your father's banker, a mute man named Bradley, and handed them over for safe keeping; your brother able to practice his sign language. Bradley was happy to reply, your entire family versed in multiple languages, and showed the young lad his process of collecting and documenting the donations. After tallying your new checks to the grand total, he used British Sign Language to inform you and Oisín of the updated tally generated so far.

"Why does Daddy need to do this?" The young lad asked, holding your hand tightly; not being a fan of social interactions - especially to this magnitude.

"To keep business moving squeaky clean," you answered softly, smiling at a few who passed you. "Money makes the world go 'round, don't it?"

He sighed, "Do we know all these people?"

"We do, they're Daddy's associates," you nodded, "and you best believe, they all know us. See, one day, you'll learn their names and what businesses they provide, how Daddy keeps them all employed."

Oisín looked uncomfortable, wondering, "Are they dangerous? Like the guys that came for Christmas?"

You came to a halt around the edge of the room, caressing his head while being careful not to muse his hair out of place. "They're all dangerous, in their own way, yes, lovie. But," you lowered into a squat so you could look your brother in his eyes, "you'll learn, Daddy's much more dangerous. So, we host events like this t'keep everyone happy and in line, you see? It's a power play."

He nodded, glancing around the room of adults. "Do I have to stay the whole time, though? Mommy said I could invite Darrel and Kevin - they're over there," he pointed towards one of the round tables, two of his classmates laughing with their mothers standing off to the side. "And I'm hungry!"

"Oh, you're a hungry lad, is it?" You smiled, watching his head bob. "Well then, in that case, we should feed you, huh? C'mon," you straightened and offered your hand, which he took gratefully. "We'll get yah fed, sweetums, and you can hang with your friends, yeah?"

"Daddy won't be mad?"

"No, I'll tell him you did really well tonight, helping me collect donations," you winked, leading him to one of the catering tables. You made up his plate with different options, carrying it to the table his friends, Darrel and Kevin, were sat at.

The boys - who looked adorably dapper in suits and bowties - greeted your brother happily; letting you set his plate down and greet the mothers kindly to thank them for their attendance that night.

"Oh, Miss!" Your brother's au pair, Lisa, hustled up to you, "I'm so sorry, I lost track - "

"No, no, 's fine, you're all right, deep breath, love," you assured, squeezing her upper arm. "Having a good night so far?"

"Oh, it's magical, Miss, innit?" She beamed, looking around in wonder. "Never been before despite working for your family all these years, I'm grateful for your mother's invitation tonight."

"Oh, we're very happy to host yah, sweetheart," you smiled. "But, uh, you mind keepin' an eye on Oisín for me? I've gotta work a bit more. He just wants t'hang with his friends, think he's a bit tired."

"Of course," she rushed.

"I'd wager you can take him t'bed after Daddy's speech, hmm? I know he'll want Oisín here for that, at the very least."

Lisa agreed, mingling with the other mothers as you pecked Oisín's head and told him to behave, that you were gonna go back to working the gala; which he at least acknowledged before being sucked back into a card game with Darrel. You didn't mind the blow off, liking the idea that he had as normal of a life as possible - a farfetched idea considering your father ran the bloody Irish Mafia and all. He's attended three different schools since he started his educational career, so you were content to leave him with his friends; letting boys be boys.

After making another deposit to Bradley, you visited one of the modern and unique glass bars (one of three stations) while feeling somewhat dejected by the night's missing guest. But speak (or think) of the Devil and He shall appear.

"You weren't kiddin' when you said your family goes all out for events like this. Jesus fuckin' Christ," a familiar, accented voice crooned; a body saddling up to the bar beside you. You first saw his hands clasped together on the bar, recognizing the golden rings and single bracelet, smirking as your eyes lifted to meet that of Aaron - or Tangerine.

"You're late," you mused, locking eyes with the bartender and holding up two fingers; indicating you now wanted two of the drinks you ordered, him nodding.

"Sorry 'bout that, love, yeah, no, Lem and I got caught up in somethin', had ta deal, then get cleaned up for yah. Figured you wouldn't want us walkin' in here with blood on us."

"You'd be right," you hummed, red painted lips stretching in amusement as you both casually leaned on the glass bartop with your forearms. "Doesn't matter, you're here now - thank God."

"That bad, huh?"

"Not like previous years," you admitted, sending a glance over your shoulder at the group of milling socialites. "Since Daddy inducted The Agency, some traction's picked up believe it or not. Seems like a lot of people like the idea of contract killers for hire and investing in the Black Market. Seems like you lot really up the ante, don't'cha?"

"Ah," he smirked, "you're welcome, then. Happy t'be of service."

"I'll only thank you when you make a donation to the cause."

"Yeah?" He smirked. "Well, you got anywhere private for me to write a check, then, love? Can't have anyone knowin' I'm charitable, got a reputation to uphold, know what I mean?" Then he leaned in real close, lips ghosted against your ear and making a shiver shoot down your spine, "C'mon, doll, 's been 3 weeks since I've seen yah."

"I know," you sighed, "but we've been busy tonight. Plus, Daddy would kill you - like, actually kill you - 'cause he's listed you specifically for me to stay away from."

"And yet, here you are, naughty girl, huh? Disobeying orders?" He smirked and put a space between you for the sake of appearances, two glasses of whiskey set before you. "Your Daddy's been preoccupied all night, love - don't think he'd even notice if we pop out for a bit. 'Fraid to admit but if I don't get you alone soon, I might actually lose my shit, darlin', honestly."

"Aaron, sweetheart, my family is hosting this event and we're responsible for collections," you deadpanned, but smirked, "'s a bit inappropriate to abandon such an important night by sneaking off."

"Can't tell me you're not tempted."

Now, you full-on grinned, "I didn't wear panties for a reason."

"You fuckin' tease," he growled over the rim of the crystal glass. When he tasted the whiskey, he hummed in shock, looking at the amber liquid, "Fuck me, that's nice."

"My family may or may not own several distilleries. You're drinking an exquisite, 15-year ol' whiskey, love." You took your own sip, casting another look around the room, finding your brother first, still with his friends before locating your parents. They were pleasantly distracted by an ambassador, making you grin at Tangerine, "C'mon."

"Hey?" He wondered, quickly setting his half-drank glass down as you snatched his free hand to quickly lead him away. He smirked and casted a look over his shoulder, instantly meeting Lemon's eyes - finding him laughing at the pair of you, toasting his drink at his brother in impression as if he knew what you two were up to.

Thanks to Thomas the Tank Engine, Lemon definitely knew what you two were doing - being excellent at reading people.

You lead your lover out of the event hall, checking up and down the empty hall and missing the way one of the security guards clocked your escape. You lead Tangerine into the large, private, unisex bathroom; shoving him against the closed door and instantly latching onto him in a deep kiss.

He was fully prepared, catching your hips; hissing a breath in through his nose, releasing a gentle moan out of sheer relief. When you pulled back, he grinned, "Got no idea how much I fuckin' missed yah, darlin'."

"Missed you more," you whispered in a rush, arms wrapping around his neck as he simultaneously began backing you up. It was a hungry kiss; heated, passionate, teeth clanking from impact, both attempting to make up for lost time. Ever in-sync, both your mouths opened to push your tongues against one another; exchanging saliva and the taste of expensive whiskey.

"C'mere," he panted after having backed you into the sink counter, seizing hold of your silken hips and hoisting you upwards. Your mouths were never far apart, joining together once more now that you were sat at a vantage point. Your hands shoved his navy blue suit jacket from his shoulders, it being set aside to the other end of the counter while you worked on his belt. "Never goin' this long again," he mumbled into your kiss, pushing the material of your dress up to let your legs spread wider in accommodation. Your lover rushed, "Jesus, fuck, feels like forever, don't it?"

You nodded as his hands pushed under the bunched material to grip the plush meat of your thighs; giving a gentle massage before sliding them higher until he met your bare hips. The cold counter bit into your exposed flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, you really didn't wear panties?" He groaned, glancing down as he lifted silk from your lap to catch a glimpse of your bare cunt - ready to greet him.

"Had a feelin' you'd show up, you just can't stay away, can yah?" You smirked, cheekily licking his lips as his belt clattered open. "Thought you'd might appreciate it," your chuckle was swallowed by his moan as the zipper of his trousers sounded almost shrilly to your over heightened senses. "Just need you close, so fuckin' close, please, missed you, baby - "

"No idea how much I've missed you, love, fuckin' hell," he rushed, reaching into his briefs the moment you had loosened the waistband of his tailored trousers to take hold of his cock. "This ain't gonna be nice an' easy, love, yeah? All right?" He checked, feeling you slide to the edge of the counter.

"Didn't think anything else," you grinned, gasping lightly when the head of his cock swept up and down your slit. "Plenty of time for that later, just need you fuckin' close - closer than close."

"Feel how fuckin' wet you are already? Goddamnit - "

"All for you, baby, c'mon, don't tease - "

In a single motion, Tangerine sheathed himself in your warmth, grinning in mischief, "Huh? Sayin' somethin', weren't yah, doll? Go 'head, finish your sentence, 'M listening."

You only chuckled, hands holding his neck and bicep in vice grips to keep yourself anchored as close as possible to him. "Three weeks without yah, and you wanna provoke me?" You whispered, feeling him begin to thrust in agonizing movements.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't, huh?"

You chuckled breathlessly - gasping when, suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. You were facing that way, looking up from Tangerine's shoulder, only to discover your worst fear. "Holy shit! Daddy!?" You squeaked, Tangerine jolting and cursing in a hushed tone as he instantly yanked out of your wet warmth.

"Oh, you betta be fuckin' kiddin' me," your father seethed. "The fuck is goin' on here!? What the fuck are you goin'!? Who the fuck is that - is-is-is that who I think it is?" He growled, your lover fumbling to tuck himself away and pull his trousers back together - not moving from between your legs in an effort to preserve your modesty. But he had turned slightly to give your father a glimpse of his face, making your Daddy snarl, "Oh, bloody fuckin' hell! You serious? Fuckin' Tangerine, is it? You lost your mind, girl!?"

"Daddy, please," you warbled nervously, tears of anxiety gathering.

"Get the fuck out here - now! Boff of yah's!" He commanded in a roar, stepping out of the doorway.

"Oh, holy fuck," Aaron breathed, latching his belt and looking at you with wide eyes. "Well, was nice while this lasted, huh? Gonna miss yah, pretty girl - "

"The fuck are you - "

"He's gonna fuckin' kill me, sugar," Tangerine frowned, your dress falling gracefully into place when you slid off the counter. "Your father's gonna fuckin' kill me, Goddamnit," he pulled his suit jacket back on. "Think I can make it out that window?"

"He already knows it's you, runnin' now won't help," you sniffled, shaking your head and moving for the still-opened door. "You didn't think to fucking lock the door? Jesus fuck, Aaron..."

He followed after you, meeting your father in the empty hallway outside where the gala was in full-swing. He looked enraged, jaw clenched and wide eyes ablaze, looking the both of you over in disgust. "You out of your bloody mind you stupid girl? Huh?" He demanded, "I told you - very clearly - you weren't to fuckin' see him again."

"Daddy - "

"And this is how I find out? Huh? That my daughter doesn't respect my authority or listen to my words? How the fuck do you think people would react to that? They see you disobeying and get the idea to do the same."

"I'm not yours to command - "

"You're my daughter!" Fallon barked in anger, "My only fuckin' daughter, which means, you are, indeed, mine to command - just like everyone else in this fucking organization! You understand? My word is law - "

"This isn't just some petty fling, Daddy, that I'm engaged in to pass the time! I'm in love with him!" You blurted out, eyes widening when you heard your own words and watched your father's face fall.

"Beg your pardon?" He seethed slowly. "Have you gone mental? Finally fuckin' lost it? Huh? You must be outta your Goddamn mind if you think you love this silly fuck! He doesn't love you back, Y/N, you're just a coveted prize because you're my daughter - it's a thrill to men like him! Women like you, you're just trophies! There's no authenticity - "

"With all due respect," Tangerine interrupted boldly with anger lacing his words, "but you've got it all wrong, sir. Your daughter is the most important person t'me - outside my bruva, of course. She's not a trophy to collect, she's not a dainty object for me to store onna shelf - she's not a notch on my belt. But you're right about one thing," his arm extended around your waist, "she is the most coveted prize - but that's because of who she is, not who her father is. She's my prize, yeah, because she's the end goal men search their whole lives for and for whatever reason, she fuckin' chose me. I consider it the greatest honor - "

"You got some fuckin' nerve, don't'cha?" Your father growled. "You know what, lad? Since it's evident my daughter doesn't take me seriously, maybe you'll be smart enough to heed my warning. You leave her the fuck alone or - "

"I can't do that, sir," Tan refused, "'cause like it or not, I'm mad for her. Absolutely stupid for her. I love your daughter past words, don't even think I've ever loved someone 'cause bein' with her feels so fuckin' different in comparison.

"That so?"

Tangerine nodded, other hand shoving into his pocket to toy with the cool metal of golden brass knuckles. "There's nobody in this world like your daughter, sir. Bein' in love with her is like euphoria, yeah? Makes me think back and realize how wrong I was about my feelings for anyone else 'cause of how I feel for her. I say there ain't no way I've ever loved anyone else 'cause I've never felt this way before - I've only felt this type of love with your daughter. Yeah? She's fuckin' everything to me, so, with respect, I can't stay away. I won't."

"Yeah? Yeah? Fuckin' fine. All right, sure, let's see if The Agency has anythin' t'say about this, huh? When I pull the plug on this deal, I'll be sure to tell your employers why and let them deal with you for ruining this business partnership."

"Daddy," you gasped, rushing when he turned for the event hall's doors, Aaron following swiftly. You caught the metal doors when your father yanked them open and strode into the room, doing your best to catch him before he did anything too rash. "Wait, wait, Daddy, please, just listen, listen to me - I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"Didn't mean for what? Me findin' yah fuckin' in the bathroom like a desperate whore?" He snarled over his shoulder, the thick crowd slowing him.

"Well, yes, but I also didn't mean to fall in love with him! All right? But you know better than all of us that it's not a choice, it just happens! Look at you and Mum - "

He rounded on you, Tan at your flank, opening his mouth to scold you when something caught his eye behind you. You didn't have time to question him as rapid shots filled the air, a telltale sign of an automatic gun being fired in the crowded room. You flinched slightly, Tangerine instantly grabbing your waist to cover your body with his; turning to locate the threat, only to discover a gaggle of men in all black wearing ski masks and duffel bags on their shoulders.

"Friends of yours?" Tan snipped at your father, keeping you low as the crowd shrieked in panic - all trying to escape, still being shot at. This caused the seedy individuals with guns to take a stand and shoot back at the intruders, creating mass confusion and limited advantages.

"Bruv!"

"Brian," Aaron panted, people bumping into one another as they panicked in a flood of bodies. He looked down at you and then to your father, Fallon, only to find blood blooming under his white button up. "Oh, fuck," his eyes widened, gunshots still sounding, "right, we gotta move - can deal with everything else later. Here, here, here," Tangerine plucked a cloth napkin from a nearby table and shoved it over your father's wound to help staunch the bleeding.

"They got the doors, mate," Lemon shook his head when you noticed your father's wound. Luckily, it didn't appear to be in a fatal location, his hand holding pressure as the security detail were being gunned down. "The fuck do we do now?" Lemon asked over shrill shrieks.

"What we do best," Tangerine answered, pushing your father into action and brandishing his gun. "Stay close - "

"I'm not leaving without my wife and son!" Your father growled.

"Lem!"

"On it," he agreed, disappearing into the swarm of people.

Your lover kept you close, shoving through the crowd to lead towards a set of heavy metal doors. Several men stepped in your way, Tan sneering, "Right, fuck this." He opened fire.

You squeaked in shock when a different body tackled Aaron from the side to knock him out of sight, your father keeping a hold on you as straggling bodies dropped around you. "There he is!" You heard over the confusion, locating a set of men surging towards you.

There was nowhere to go, leaving you to physically block your father in a bid to protect him - not needing to when Tangerine intercepted the two threats. He didn't have his gun anymore, lost in a stampede of feet on bloody marble floors, opting to use his fists and brute strength against the robbers. The brass knuckles helped.

You had to admit, it was the perfect night to attack considering how much money Bradley was keeping track of. Plus the fact that everyone's guard was down made tonight the perfect opportunity for marauders to act against your family.

However, in a sea of confusion, you were separated from your father's side; losing him amongst the people and feeling a tight hand seize your upper arm. "I got the daughter!" The man in a ski mask informed through the visible comms system. "Moving for the south wing, bring the van around t'the alley."

"Aaron!" You begged, trying to wrangle free but discovering your strength was nothing compared to the 6'3'' goon's. "Aaron! Aaron, please! Help!"

"Shut the fuck up," the man snapped, backhanding you and never releasing his grip. A single trickle of blood oozed from one nostril as the man's ring split your bottom lip. "Fuckin' move!" He barked at you in a thick accent, "Move, bitch, let's go!"

"What do you want!? Please, just - just tell me! I can give you whatever it is - please! Fucking let go!"

Another enemy joined you, sneering, "Oi! The fuck you doin'? Don't damage the goods, fuckin' idiot, we gotta keep her in decent shape for the ransom! Fallon ain't payin' if his daughter's been assaulted - "

But a gunshot boomed and the other man's body jolted before falling flat on his back - dead with a hole in his forehead. You tried to capitalize on your captor's shock, unsuccessful, feeling blood splatter on your back from a different fallen body. You saw your father under the wing of his security, his own gun being used in defense, begging, "Daddy! Daddy, help!"

The one night you don't ensure your thigh holster's filled, of course this happens!

Fallon was only able to watch as Tangerine fought his way up to you struggling in the bulky man's grip; impressed when one contract killer engaged another. "Oi!" Tan barked, "Hands off my girl, yah fuckin' lunatic!" He threw several punches, the goon forced to release you to defend himself. Fallon watched as Tangerine waited until you were freed and a step to the side before opening fire again - killing the man who dared touch you. He realized that Tangerine had waited until you were clear to take the shot - feeling impression plant in his gut. Yet there was no time to dwell as intruders circled him.

"Oh, my God!" You whimpered, bodies left in growing pools of blood; your dress dragging in the tacky substance to paint abstract swirls on the shining floor; trying to avoid being swept up in the streams of panicking people. Your name was barked, another hand grabbing you, but this time, it was Lemon - sprayed in enemy blood.

"C'mon, doll, I got'cha!" He promised, being engaged by another robber. You sobbed in shock when an arm caught you in a headlock and forcefully drug you backwards; heeled feet scrambling in an attempt to keep up and avoid falling over.

"Lemon! Please! Fuck's sake!"

Breathing was hard to do in a headlock, dancing black spots blurring your vision slowly and your heart hammering in fear. A machine gun sounded again. The bicep tightened, dramatically limiting air.

"Fuckin' get off her, arsehole!" Recognizing Aaron's voice was a sheer relief, gasping for air when the arm constricted around your neck released suddenly. However, the momentum made you stumble to the ground at the same time for the goon's dead body to drop right next to you. His wide, dead eyes stared unseeingly at you, forcing a shiver down your spine and for your stomach to knot.

"Jesus Christ, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God," you panted, scrambling when blood spread closer.

"C'mon, love, c'mere, c'mere," Tangerine grunted, hauling you to your feet and protectively keeping you to his side. Being in front of you now, you could note the blood on his button up, how the robber's own punches had bruised and bloodied his face; figuring you looked somewhat similar. "Right, listen please, need yah t'do somethin' for me, love," he kept a sharp eye out for other threats as he tugged up one of his trouser legs. He pulled out the gun strapped in the holster, handing it to you with the instruction, "Shoot first, answers later. Yeah? Hey?"

You nodded and accepted the weapon, unlocking the safety. "I have to find Mum and Oisín," you worried, men and women screaming as the brutal fight continued.

"Just stay close, love, 's fuckin' madhouse - FUCK!" He snapped, aiming and firing at a man racing for you two. "C'mon, we gotta move, gotta get you out of here - right to the fuck now - "

Your gun sounded, Tangerine watching another robber drop only feet away. He pushed you through the people, both with your heads on a swivel; working in tandem to clear the banquet hall of robbers and direct survivors to get out. Your curly-haired boyfriend held one of the robbers by the neck and repeatedly punching his face into a pulp after the other man had attempted to snatch you, too.

Nobody came remotely close to you again, not when Tangerine was on guard; protecting you, defending you, killing for you. The skin on his bare knuckles had split open, but Tangerine didn't even notice; he just moved on to the next threat.

Soon, the gunfire ceased, leaving a ringing in survivor's ears, and after a quick look around the room, Tangerine confirmed the threats were all eliminated - but so were several guests of the charity gala.

You gasped in guilt, hand slapping over your mouth when you nearly tripped over Lisa's body; bullet holes shredding her flesh.

"Bruv," Lemon panted, approaching the two of you and making Tan flinch. "Woah, hey, easy, 's just me," he held his hands up, your lover sighing in relief and keeping you sheltered behind him. "You two good?" Brian asked, sheen of sweat coating his skin.

"You hit, love? Hey?" Tangerine looked down at you, keeping one arm around you and his body at a protective angle. "Shit, your face - your fucking face, sweetheart, look at me, look at me, lemme see," he frowned, holstering his gun to take both your cheeks in his hands and look for other injury.

"I'm okay, promise I'm not hurt," you panted, hands trembling. "Are you two?"

"I'm good," he nodded, eyeing Lemon. "Yeah?"

"Good, yeah, I'm good," Brian confirmed, "but I got some bad news. Looks like they got the banker. I can't tell if they made off with the money or not."

"They couldn't've, we only accepted checks tonight," you explained. "No cash, no assets to steal."

"Take it that's not public knowledge," Lemon sighed. "Probably thought they could rob y'all blind in one move, thinkin' tonight would have cash donations."

You sniffled, "You seen my family?"

"Uh," Lemon looked around, nodding, "yeah, your dad's over there."

Peering around Tangerine's form, you located your father slowly stalking around the room; taking note of the dead bodies left behind, survivors clearing out into the hallways. Fallon made his way up to you three, your voice trembling, "Daddy? You all right? Where's Mum and Oisín?"

"They're safe, with the paramedics," he reported, instantly taking you in his embrace. "Ah, fuck, lost sight of yah in this mess, had me worried, girl."

"I'm sorry."

"Nah," he whispered, caressing the back of your head, "don't apologize, you ain't do nothin'." He took a breath, keeping you caressed to his shoulder, "Gotta admit, felt a helluva lot better knowin' your man had your six." You pulled back slowly, watching your father sigh and nod at the Twins, admitting, "Thank you for protectin' my daughter, don't know how t'repay yah."

"Wasn't nothin' to it, sir," Tangerine assured, adjusting his suit jacket, "just wanted to protect my woman."

"I saw," he nodded. "You boys okay?"

"Yes, sir," Lemon nodded, Tangerine doing the same.

"Very good... Then I think I owe you an apology," your father told Tan, shocking you - not knowing the last time you ever heard you father admit to an apology.

"Not necessary, sir, I understand," Tan deflected, skin glistening in a thin sheen of sweat, blood dabbed around from the robber's fists, "I'm just relieved your family's safe."

"No, listen, I was wrong," Fallon admitted, "sayin' all that shit to you - about you. You know, makin' my assumptions, goin' based on rumors. You've got a bit of a reputation, I was just tryna protect my daughter from gettin' her heart broke." He sighed, shaking his head, "Can protect her from damn near everything - except the complications of her own heart; the woes of a relationship."

"I understand, sir."

"But seein' you tonight, fightin' for her, fightin' to get back to her... I was wrong," Fallon sighed, offering his hand. When Tan shook it, your father offered, "For what it's worth, you've got my permission to... Continue whatever this is. Any lad willing t'put themselves in harms way for my girl is all right in my books."

"I appreciate that," Tangerine sniffled, meeting your eye and smirking slightly. "Your daughter means a lot t'me, swear I won't make yah regret givin' us your approval."

Fallon sighed, nodding, "Yeah, all right, good. 'Cause she's precious to me, you know? I'll fuckin' gut you if you hurt her."

"I believe it," Tan sighed, a single twinge of nervousness to his tone, "but you don't gotta worry, sir, right, 'cause last thing I want is t'hurt the woman I love. She's precious to me, too."

"Right, good, uh, well... Thank you, both, for helping tonight. Would've been a fuckin' bloodbath without yah."

You frowned, gazing around the marble floors, "Still a bloodbath, ain't it? Half our men are dead, several investors... Daddy, who the fuck were these men?"

"That's what I'm gonna find out," he growled, his surviving personnel taking note of the event-room-turned-battlefield, slowly starting to move bodies. Little known fact: the hotel had an industrial size furnace in the boiler room - somewhere your father could burn bodies without the police being tipped off.

"Th-They said something about a ransom," you told the trio in a trembling tone, "about ransoming me back to you, Daddy. Said you wouldn't pay if I was injured, so they shouldn't rough me up."

"Hey," Tan whispered, pulling you into his side securely, "don't gotta worry 'bout that - know there's nowhere for anyone to hide you that I wouldn't find."

Fallon actually liked that sentiment, watching you nod and for your lover to hold you securely and placing a kiss to your forehead. So, he asked, knowing the answer, "Can I trust you to take care of my daughter, lad?"

"Absolutely."

"Don't make me regret this."

"Not in this lifetime, sir."

"Good. I'll find you lot in the mornin', get gone."

After a brief reunion with your mother and brother, learning they were uninjured and safe, you boyfriend finally opened the door to the hotel room you two had been assigned. Lemon was right next door, and when you entered, your luggage was left on the bed for you both. It was quiet as you both cleaned up and prepared for bed; silent tears trickling down your cheeks, mind replaying the night's events over and over and over... Like a never ending nightmare.

In the shower, you sat on the floor with arms tight around your knees, Tangerine sitting with you as warm water cascaded; cocooning steam around you. Blood washed off in waves of pink, circling the drain; your boyfriend gently massaging your body with a washcloth, discovering a scattering of injury - some still open and weeping. He was forced to blink back tears when your neck revealed a significant bruise; considering it a reminder of his failure to protect you, not knowing you felt the direct opposite and knew, if he hadn't been there, things would've been much, much worse.

When you joined Aaron in bed, the silence continued. Your heads laid on plush, stark white pillows; on your sides to stare at one another with hands clasped together between you. No words were needed, no explanation or thanks necessary, neither feeling the need to speak on what happened that night. Tangerine let go of your one hand, slowly reaching out to caress your cheek and jaw, fingertip tracing soft lines; shuffling closer to rest his cut forehead on yours.

In the dark of the room, over the sounds of the humming air conditioner unit, Tangerine whispered, "I love you, doll."

"I love you, too, Aaron. Thank you for... You know, tonight... All you did."

"You being safe, in my arms, is enough thanks."

"I-I'm glad you were here."

He nodded in agreement, "So am I. Don't know what I'd of done if I wasn't - if I had t'hear about this later... If they had succeeded in snatching you. Might not have been able to forgive myself."

"Good thing we don't have to know." Your eyes danced between his, admitting, "I don't think I want t'go without you, love. I don't think I feel secure unless you're with me."

"Yeah?" He smirked slightly, "That your way of sayin' you wanna spend more time with me?"

"Might be my way of sayin' I wanna spend all my time with you," you whispered, tears glazing your eyes. "And Daddy approves, so we don't have to sneak around anymore, right?"

"Right, get yah all t'myself," Tan agreed softly. "We'll talk in the morning, sweetheart, yeah?" He stretched slightly to peck your lips, encouraging, "Get some rest, sweetheart. 'S been a helluva night."

Tangerine made you feel safe, he protected you and killed for you - so while you were unsure how sleep would find you when your mind was plagued with replaying chaotic memories from that evening, you let yourself relax.

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Some notes on Wilson's marriages/divorces, and how he met House:

• House didn't just meet a freshly divorced Wilson. He met barely married Wilson, who just got notified about his #1 divorce by a lawyer, not his wife

• Wilson walked around with papers on hand, long enough to give House a chance to sneak a peek. The same day he received the news. (there's a chance it was some sort of middle step in the divorce procedure, but "just served", checkmate your honor)

• House 100% knew that when he bailed him out. No, I don't have any concrete evidence besides "it's fucking House"

• House had Wilson observed the entire time to know he didn't open the papers. The divorce lawyer prob gave him an idea of what it is, and he was just marinating in the suffering juice

• House had to be nosy and stealthy when he checked the package Wilson clung to, he saw what's written on it

• They didn't actually talk at the conference itself, so House did it silently too

• There was a law firm address on the papers, and you couldn't just google shit then. House's had to remember it to investigate it further, or he already knew of the firm (or it said "BLAH LAW FIRM BLAH HERE'S YOUR DIVORCE PAPERS, LOSER", which is possible)

• Wilson likely opened them in a hotel room (or he looked at the package sadly/angrily there too), needed a drink, and House was at the bar

• House was watching Wilson at that conference, then at the bar, then meltdown over the song, then the whole fight and the mess, then the detention, and was like yeah I'll bail that

• "First words you ever said to me." This is when they first talked, Wilson was in jail and the one in need

• Ok alright, hear me out, if House didn't know what the papers were at the time of bailing. There are 2 paths for him to find out

• Wilson STILL had them on hand in jail

• Or Housey saw them at Wilson's hotel room. Yeah

• It's been over the decade since they've met and they both vividly remember the details of that drunk night (I get why for storytelling purposes. Still... Much to think about)

• That conference is either the last one, or one of the lasts, House attended. And that one was already boring to House without Wilson. 15 years prior to s06e06 "Known Unknowns", can't do the timeline magic I just eyeball it

• House also introduced Wilson to Cuddy pretty soon, since she was a witness to the levels of despair he was apparently in

• House might've pestered Cuddy to hire him, or she chose to do so herself (whenever she was dean). Maybe House chased away some poor oncologist to make an opening. Even if House isn't as obsessed with Wilson at the start of season 1, he's always plotting

• There's the brother thing too. Wilson still fresh out of med school, still divorcing, still guilty af and looking for the brother in Princeton, so he was happy to work there

• Prior to that, Wilson was working 2 jobs to support himself and Sam and was ready to follow her to Baltimore

• The divorce and meeting House happened in 1991, the same year USSR completely fell apart. Just thought I'll throw that in #educational

• Wilson was married, non-fraudulently, for 12 years total

• Marriage #1 has only lasted 1 year

• That means every marriage House was present for has lasted longer #math

• Wilson found a way to get fulfilled while in the marriage

• Now he's got a needy bitch with infinite problems and who will slurp any poison he has to siphon

• I'd argue House is what made Wilson bearable at home

• At the same time, House is what kept Wilson away from home, ultimately contributing to the divorce

• Wilson himself describes his marriages as crappy - he doesn't really need help destroying them. House still helps~✨

• Timeline gets wonky, but there couldn't have been much of a downtime between marriages, a couple of years max

• "Fell in love at the wedding" - whatever the fuck that means for Wilson

• Either Wilson met Sam through that wedding, and she also aimed to work in medicine - how they've connected. Or they went there as a couple, both being med students? Got high on emotions and jumped into marriage

• Wilson speedruns relationships once he's in them, so it could've gone "hey that was a nice wedding, how about we have our own?"

• He fucking sucks at proposals, his looks and general air of niceness carried him all 3 times, I will not be hearing any objections on the matter

• When Wilson talks to Cameron about cheating. He says, "I have (cheated). I always told them"

• "Them"

• It's could've been every marriage (#1, #2 and #3). If boy managed to sneak in cheating in his 1-year lightning marriage #1, while he was studying + 2 jobs (now I don't doubt his time management skills, but it's still a hassle. On the other hand, all that stress couldn't have been helping)

• Or it could be #1 and #2, or #1 and #3. But #3 is pretty much a certainty (he flirts with nurses on screen, House is also there), and it's "them", so why would he randomly stop in the middle? Don't think so

• What's most likely is - #2 and #3. When arguing with Sam (#1) again she didn't mention or allude to the cheating, her problem was that Wilson didn't communicate ANY emotions to her, she even admitted to House she made the most mistakes in that marriage, let's say there's some truth in that

• Wilson either didn't tell Sam about cheating, she didn't have a problem with it, or he lied to Cameron

• OR he didn't cheat on Sam

• He started to cheat after the first divorce AND his marriages started to last longer, which is funnier too

• He could've started cheating prior to House entering the picture, but much more likely - after. Divorce and/or House are the cause

• Speaking of. Meeting House is very tightly linked to the #1 divorce. Every time Wilson would think back on it, he would have to think about all the turmoil and getting bailed by House. And vice versa - every time he'd think back on meeting House...

• "I met someone who made me feel funny. And I didn't want to let that feeling go." Another Cameron talk. Ur honor, there's something on that wall

• btw, he is STILL married while meeting House, so if you hilson 1st-night-fuck truther, that meeting is his cheater origin story in a more practical sense. He then could've really meant all the marriages, but then he lied about telling Sam/Cameron, he might not count it since he's divorcing to tell Sam

• Ultimately, he's a huge liar, and I'm wasting my time. What I'm saying - nothing is really off the table with this guy in terms of hcs

• Aftermaths of #2 and #3 aren't really talked about like #1. It must've been really nuclear

• House says neither of them recovered from (#1) divorce to Wilson's face, Wilson doesn't contest that in any way. Even tho House didn't know Wilson before the divorce he usually right on the money with these things

• After the divorce #2 Wilson got 3 legged cat

• After failing to secure marriage #4 (#1 part 2) he got a diabetic cat

• Just like the thing he has with missing phone calls, after every divorce, consciously or not, he might expect a savior to bail him out

• After and during #3 he crashed at House's, then surfed hotels, then moved in with a dying patient, then Amber's, then House moved in with him (still Amber's)

• Maybe his wives kept taking properties in the divorce, and he just stopped getting them

• Man frankly didn't have a home for a while (HOMELESS BUT NOT HOUSELESS)

• Then Wilson finally commits and gets the place for himself and House, from Bonnie (#2)

• Wilson adamantly remains on good terms with his ex-wives (but not random exes. One helps House with a prank, House kept tabs bc of course)

• But Wilson thinks they hate him. Did he ever pay attention to them?

• While spending all the time with House, then cheating, telling his wives about it, Wilson gave them more attention and emotions to delay the divorce

• He also learned how not to get attached in marriage, to not get destroyed by the divorce (excellent gambit if you expect your marriage to fail)

• He has a better support system now too. Can't believe House is your support system, fucking lmao and ouch. Cuddy is his only other friend we see, maybe Stacy at some point (he kept in touch with after the incident)

• All his other friends and family we hear next to nothing about, at best they're surface level

• In season 5 he's only visited by the coworkers/House's team + Cuddy <- all that is pretty much House's tolerance circle

• House is pathetic, but Wilson is something else entirely

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reverieblondie · 7 months

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Meeting

Pairing: Gabriel O'Hara X Spider-woman!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Some Plot, Mutual pining, Lots of teasing, Miguel is a cock block, Inappropriate use of a work table, Lab sex, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Hair Pulling, Fingering.

Summary: It all started with a boring Spider Society meeting...then you two just couldn't stop seeing each other.

A/N: So I usually only write about Miguel but I was inspired to make the when I saw h4mmiee's Gabriel doodles, Please check them out they are great:

Here

Anyways, I will hopefully have two more Miguel x reader fics up by Friday, so please look for those. I hope you enjoy this in the mean time, it was supposed to be shorter but I got carried away, whoops.

Word Count: 6,552

Another dull meeting at the spider society, Miguel O’Hara the boss man himself stands on the stage giving us our usual depriving. Don’t go on missions alone, report anomalies in your dimension, turn in all paperwork promptly, keep an eye on new recruits, blah blah blah…

This all feels so redundant now, we have these meetings every six weeks on the dot. All the spiders are here getting our lecture from Miguel, as he stands on his stage. You were standing in the front row so you got an unobstructed view of the leader. Usually, you get lucky and get to stand in the back, losing yourself in a daydream to pass the time, with the others who are also not particularly fond of the meeting's usual dull tones. But today you don't have such luck, being in the front means you have to look interested or you could earn a scolding from Miguel. No thanks.

As you look at Miguel you see the select few who got to stand up on the stage with him. His closest allies get the pleasure of standing on the rise and looking out to the crowd; those with this honor are Jess Drew, Peter B Parker, and Ben Reilly. unsure exactly why those three get to be there but they seem to always be the ones Miguel tells the most things to. Miguel's AI LYLA also makes a cameo, though a small one with her glowing at Miguel's shoulder. But someone is missing you notice.

Then there he is emerging from the doors at a quickened pace trying to get to his usual spot on the stage. Gabriel O'Hara, the Spider societies lead technician, is the one who helps develop the tech here and works to keep everything functioning. You didn't know him personally, in fact, the only time you ever have had a chance to see the infamous Gabriel O’Hara was at these meetings. Everyone knew that Gabriel and Miguel were brothers, the resemblance was uncanny from what you could see.

It was a little-known fact that Gabriel was always working in the back labs somewhere so not a lot of people had stories of him. Those who do, always positively speak of him. Apparently, the brothers were like opposites. Interesting…

Gabriel spills onto the stage beside Ben trying to brush off the fact that he is definitely late and will properly get a lecture on punctuality from Miguel after this. Your mind wonders, thinking about Gabriel and his role in HQ, and why he was late. Why did he even come to these? If you were him you would find an excuse to skip these meetings using the whole I'm not a Spider-person as an excuse.

Wrapped in thought you don't realize that your eyes are glued on him, watching as he gets in his usual place, looking out to the crowd. You haven't even noted that you are staring, but he has. Gabriel slides his eyes towards you, then he flashes you a grin. The sudden smile seems to wake you up from your thoughts. You quickly avert your eyes, A bit embarrassed being caught staring and thrown by the smile.

Wait, did he just smile at me? No right? I mean we don’t even know each other?

You look back up and his eyes have returned to Miguel giving his speech. A tinge of disappointment rushes through you. But almost as if he can hear your thoughts he looks back at you and smiles again adding a slight wave.

Looking to your left looking then to your right you try to figure out who he is waving at. Looking back at him he gives a slight chuckle before mouthing the word “hi” to you.

Okay yep, he has noticed you, I mean it would be rude not to respond right?

Smiling, you give him a “hey” in return. He eyes you for a moment before mouthing “How are you?”. This makes you giddy, is he really doing this now? “Good” you mouth in return. This was definitely a turn of events. And here you thought you were going to have to deal with another grueling meeting with nothing to distract you, but here he is.

You mouth back to him “You were late” wanting to tease him for his unprofessionalism that you definitely didn’t care about. His eyes light up at your words “I know, work-related” he responds with a smile and a slight roll of his eyes. Adorable just adorable; you nod, well he's definitely keeping you interested. “Did I miss anything?” he tilts his head giving you a knowing smile, he knows he didn't miss anything, it's always the same thing at these meetings. You shake your head no “Same as usual”.

Gabriel is amused by this and starts to mouth some more words but quicker this time. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare trying to catch what he is saying but he's moving his mouth too fast. He finally stops and smiles at you pleased with himself. All you can do is look at him and shake your head not catching what he is trying to say. This seemed to only encourage him to continue to mouth words at you quickly then stopping to see your reaction.

You smile and shake your head again and mouth “I can't make out what you are saying.”. Gabriel's eyes widen slightly and his lips creep into a sly grin “I know”. Oh, he's enjoying this, now playing this little game with you. However you can't deny you're enjoying playing back.

It's then that your spider senses shake you slightly, looking over you realize that Miguel is no longer talking. Jess is talking about teams and mentoring positions available. Not listening because all your attention has gone to the fact that Miguel's eyes are glued to you with a confused look on his face. Quickly you stop smiling and avert your eyes from him. Miguel's glare, then shifts to Gabriel, leaning in, Miguel whispers something to Gabriel and then goes back to listening to Jess.

Shifting your eyes back over at Gabriel, his eyes move back to you, he mouths the word “busted”, grinning widely. This earns a chuckle from you, he was busted but he didn't seem to care all that much.

You and Gabriel continue to steal looks from one another for the rest of the meeting. When the grueling meeting comes to a close and people start to flood out of the room you give Gabriel a small wave goodbye and head out the door.

It seems like everyone is eager to get on with their day moving out of the meeting room in haste. Once you are finally out you head to where your duties are, you were on paperwork duty for the week and you absolutely were dreading it. Not wanting to think about the grueling task ahead, You think back on Gabriel and giggle to yourself. He seemed like a playful person completely different from his older brother.

Then your spider senses start to tingle and you quickly look to your right. There's Gabriel with his hand extended out to touch your shoulder but your senses gave him away. Seeming surprised by your sudden turning he smiles at you and then puts a serious look on his face furrowing his eyebrows, “Don’t you know you're not supposed to goof off during meetings? You could miss something important.” He says in a mocking tone.

Laughing at his impression of seriousness, you quip back “Oh? is that what you think?” You put your hands on your hips and cock one to the side. His Smile spreads wide at you, looking at you up and down for a quick moment.

“It's what my brother told me I should think'' he holds his hand out to you “I’m Gabriel O’Hara, and you are?” you shake his hand introducing yourself, and swapping pleasantries while you do.

His hands are bigger than yours and have calluses from him working hard on different machines all the time. Now that you're closer to him you can see the differences between him and Miguel, like Gabriel's green eyes and slight freckles that dust his cheeks. His hair was exactly like Miguel’s but he kept it loose rather than brushed back. Also with him up close to you now you could get a better look at the goggles attached to his head and a striped scarf that hung down from his neck. He was good-looking, and he knew it. The hint was the confidence that flowed out of him.

“So where are you heading off to now? A dangerous mission? Going to fight crime and save the day somewhere?” A smile is painted on his face as he asks you. “Oh yeah I have a very dangerous villain I have to fight, it's called paperwork and if I don’t turn it in on time the whole universe could shatter” Everyone in the society thought that the paperwork we had to do was ridiculous, this universe was so futuristic and we still had to fill paperwork? The hell?

Gabriel tsks “That danm paperwork, you think we could find a better way to log reports? Well if you find yourself with some downtime you should come by the lower floor tech lab, that's usually where I'm held up at.”

You nod “I might just do that,” you say walking backwards to your work area keeping your eyes on Gabriel before turning around to get your work started.

Gabriel watches you walk away, your hips swaying in a way that he can't help but smile at, he is appreciating the must wear your spider suit rule right now as he watches your form, his eyes glued to the tightness of your suit and the way it leaves little to the imagination.

“Oh I am in trouble,” he whispered to himself with a shake of his head, before walking down to his lab.

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Turns out that getting downtime while working at the Spider Society is a lot harder than you originally thought. It had been a couple of days and you finally had nothing on your plate to take care of so you slowly made your way to the tech lab on the lower level to hopefully have an impromptu meeting with Gabriel. During your time working you couldn't help your thoughts running back to your first meeting with the younger O’Hara. So it was only natural you were eager to get to see him again.

Never having been to this part of HQ before you note that it was pretty deserted, the only things you could see were all the different machines, some whirling and operating while others were broken down into parts. This place seemed like a maze with you having to take turns constantly and having to go a different way when you would hit a dead end. This is where he works? No wonder he was late to the meeting. He probably got lost down here.

Continuing to walk, you start to hear what sounds like a voice and it sounds irritated. As you get closer and closer you can hear it more clearly and the words that are being slipped.

“Come on you know you wanna…”

“That's it keep humming for me, very good…”

“Mierda…” (shit)

The words you were hearing caused you to blush, is that Gabriel? Who is he talking to? When you round the corner you see Gabriel working on a machine, he's completely focused on his work. The whole body is crouched down in the machine, small grunts and the sound of metal scratching can be heard as he works tentatively. The machine would seem to start working when Gabriel was working on it but quickly would shut off as he started to move out from under it.

Getting closer and leaning against a machine a smirk on your face as you watch Gabriel work. From this angle, you can see his muscular back, oh? Hiding some lean muscle huh? Being so close to him you can observe his muscles tense as he continues to get more irritated, the smirk never leaving your face.

“Come on your dirty thing, work for me!”

The machine starts to whirl and work as he continues his tinkering.

“That's a girl, work for Papi”

“So does talking to the machines help?” you say startling him

“ah, ¿qué carajos?” (What the fuck!?) Gabriel jumps at your voice and hits his head on the machine, he looks at you with goggles on his eyes as he rubs his head. standing there you can't help your giggle at his surprise. He lights up in your presence, quickly he moves his goggles to the top of his head to reveal his green eyes.

“Hey! You finally got some downtime!” He quickly stands to his full height with a warm smile looking down at you.

“Yeah I did, I am a pretty busy woman so it took me some time to get all my stuff done.” you smile at him he seems excited to see you again, which causes your chest to warm up a bit.

“Do you often talk like that to your machines?” you tease him.

“Talk dirty? Yeah sometimes if they are being difficult” He says a bit embarrassed but quickly hides it with a smirk.

“So you talk dirty often then?” you ask with a smile spreading to your lips, wanting to tease him more. But this only gets him to step closer to you and lean down to you slightly, his eyes roaming all over you, watching you as if you just told him a dirty secret about yourself.

He smirks and looks deep into your eyes, making your heart race and your lower stomach tighten “Why? Are you enjoying it?”

Oh, he's teasing you back, “Probably not as much as the machine is.”

Gabriel looks over to the machine and smiles to himself before turning back to you. “Oh yeah, they can't resist my charm or these hands” he holds his large hands up to you in a playful gesture that has you blushing.

Gabriel goes back to working on the machine stealing glances your way. Walking around you look at the different machines running your finger along some of them. “So how come you only come out during meetings?” darting your eyes to look at his tall figure up and down, when you do you catch his emerald eyes following your form as you walk.

Moving away from his work, eyes still glued to you he shrugs. “Oh, I don't know, probably because Miguel doesn't like me getting distracted and leaving my work.”

Coming to a stop you look at what appears to be his work table, filled with tools and parts that you couldn't begin to understand. Pushing yourself up you sit yourself on the edge, slightly swaying your feet. Eyes glued to Gabriel as he begins to walk closer to you. That sly smirk on his face filled with mischief that you just couldn't resist.

“Yeah? What gets you so distracted from your work?”

Gabriel chuckles and looks to his feet for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Well, I have a proclivity for flirting with pretty girls”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it's very bad, I just can't resist the pull they have on me.”

“I couldn't even imagine how hard that is for you.”

Gabriel stops right in front of you and leans both arms down to the edge of the table, trapping you between them. Being so close to his face you are trapped looking into his eyes, his tantalizing scent takes over your senses. Flirty smirk still glued to his face he slowly leans into you dragging his hands slowly back.

“Sometimes it's downright painful.”

His closeness causes your face to flush and your heartbeat to race. Leaning in slightly.

Gabriel looks from your eyes to your lips back to your eyes again. A slight hum left his lips. Leaning in you know you hardly know him but the tension between you two has been electric. This has to be what he's wanting right? Then he quickly pulls back holding a tool in his hand.

“Pardon me, I just needed to grab this from behind you real quick.”

That cocky tease just totally played you!

Eyes wide you Quickly readjust yourself trying to make it look like you weren't just leaning in for a kiss from him. Gabriel just eyes you and laughs to himself. Great he's an incredibly cute flirt who knows how to push your buttons, you're starting to understand why Miguel keeps him busy in the lab. It's not that he's distracted by us, we would be distracted by him.

-----

After your first meeting with Gabriel going to his lab to flirt and hang out with him became a common occurrence. Now is flirting on the job acceptable? Not really you knew getting caught would mean some serious Miguel wrath but you justify to yourself that Gabri might just be worth it.

The more you spent around him the more and more you wanted him, but you were not going to be the one to break first. The two of you seemed to be in an unspoken game, the game? See who can tease the other until they confess their feelings, or break the tension first. He was a tease and proved to be good at the game, but you will be damned to be the one to break first. The tension between you building and building till someone was going to burst. With any luck it would be him, you just need to be patient and play the game to the best of your ability.

You two were not the only ones to note the sparks between you. People had started noticing the flirting and the stolen glances. Though to save your skin you had to play it off as just harmless fun, though on the inside you were burning with want.

“You know Miguel won’t like that you're getting so close to his brother,” Jess says as she picks the tomatoes from her burger

“I say keep going, maybe one day you will be his sister-in-law and he will have to see you at family BBQs” Peter chuckles as he steals Jess’s unwanted tomatoes to stack on his burger.

“Okay, wow, we are not talking about marriage. We are just flirting a little here and there is no harm, no foul.” taking a bite out of the blue and red burger, it's funny you thought that the food coloring would make it taste strange but the 2099 burger was actually decent.

“All I am saying is be careful flirting so close to trouble, speaking of…”

Jess trails off as she nudges her head behind you. Turning you see Gabriel approaching, quickly turning you check your teeth to make sure you don't have anything caught. This action causes Jess to roll her eyes and Peter to give you a thumbs up. Turning back around you kick the chair out next to you for Gabriel to sit.

“Lunch out of the Lab? What's the occasion?”

Gabriel sits down with a giddy smile “They are serving Birria! So I had to come get some.” Gabriel starts to eat the stew-like soup with glee. You watch Him enjoying his lunch, in a moment of relaxation, you rest your palm in your hand as you just observe him eating. Gabriel turns to you a mouth stuffed with birria, you quickly adjust your stare from him back to your burger. Seeing that you are watching he quickly swallows his food and hits his chest from eating too fast.

“What did you get?” he looks over to your plate and sees that you are eating the burger with his brother's face, he scrunches his nose at you. When he does you note how this makes him look like his brother but you wouldn't mention that.

“What's with the face? It's pretty good” You take a bite and chew and Gabriel's face contorts with disgust.

“Yeah no I’m not going to eat something that looks like my brother”

“Your loss”

“Here, put that monstrosity down and try some real food” Gabriel takes the spoon away from his lips and fills it with the hot liquid. Grabbing your chin gently with his warm fingers, he turns you to face him, that flirty smirk on his face and he watches you with hooded eyes.

“Ah~” He teases as he brings the soup to your parted lips. Watching as you take the soup hypnotized by his emerald eyes. Taking the spoon in your mouth tasting the perfectly seasoned liquid, you can't help but blush at the fact you are using the spoon he previously had his mouth on. An indirect kiss is all that floods your brain as Gabriel just watches you, fingers slightly rubbing your soft skin.

“It's good huh?” His voice purrs staring at your lips

The sound of a clearing throat breaks the tension as you look at Jess, she shakes her head and Peter just smiles as he takes in the moment you two just shared. Feeling your face heat up you quickly avert your gaze back to your unfinished lunch, your sudden bashfulness doesn't seem to faze Gabriel as he swings his arm around your chair and leans closer to you.

“I could give you more if you want,” his voice whispers to your flushed ear, sending your brain swirling.

It was a loaded question, he knew it, you knew it, but would you crack?

Then just as if it could sense the tension Gabriel's watch starts to ring and Layla makes her appearance.

“Hey Gabri, Miguel says he needs to see you.”

“Can it wait till I’m done with lunch?”

“He insists it's urgent”

With that Gabriel sighs and quickly eats his soup, taking the bowl to swallow down the contents. Turning to you he winks “Duty calls, see ya bichita.”

Quickly darting towards Miguel's office his scarf and large jacket look like a flowing cape as he runs off. Staring, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch him go, but then you feel a set of eyes piercing you, you turn to see an unimpressed-looking Jess and a giggling Peter.

“What?”

“Girl, you're in trouble” Shaking her head she leaves you at the table and Peter follows behind her laughing.

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The next day you hadn’t seen or heard from Gabriel so it was the perfect excuse to go see him. Walking into his lab you see Gabriel. He seems sweaty like he's been doing strenuous work. The subtle sheen of sweat resting on his face makes your mouth water. Moving around the lab he's picking up what seems to be heavy machinery, this is what must have made him all sweaty not that you're complaining.

Gabriel tries to lift what seems to be a very large, very heavy piece of equipment, he tries to lift it, even tries pushing but it’s not bugging. Sauntering over you look at his struggle, it strangely excites you watching him, face contorting in frustration, skin glowing from sweat, breath heavy with exhaustion. Wonder if he looks like that during…Taking a deep breath you calm yourself before you approach.

“Hey Gabri, looks like you're struggling a bit. Let me help you”

Bending over you go to grab the equipment Gabriel tries to stop you. “Wait it's too-”

Before he can get the last word out you have lifted the equipment over your head holding it with ease.

“Huh, sometimes I forget you have super strength…” he marvels as you move with the machine with ease.

“What? I don't have super strength? I'm just that jacked.” You say in sarcasm before You flex your arm to show off your muscles.

Gabriel laughs, “Must be nice to be able to lift whatever you want.”

Opening your mouth you go to rebuttal his comment but as you're placing the equipment down you see how Gabriel's face seems to flush from watching you work, he quickly turns to hide his flushed features. This is an interesting development, he's made you nervous about two times now. Maybe it's time we make him nervous…

Walking up behind Gabriel you quickly scoop the taller man from his feet and hold him like a bride, a wide grin painted on your lips as you take in his slight squeal and shocked expression.

“Yeah, it sometimes has its perks like getting to surprise people” You boost with him in your arms. If you didn't have powers you could never lift him. Not always loving being a spider-woman. It's moments like this that make everything worth it.

“Aw don't worry, I won't drop you” You tease him as he tries to change his expression to fit that of someone who is unfazed, failing miserably he decides to lean into the role of a saved civilian.

“Oh Spider-woman your my hero” he bats his lashes at you

“All in a day's work Sir, no big deal”

“Oh, well I just have to repay you somehow, you know for lifting that heavy machine and lifting me to carry me” You gently put him back on his feet, his tall stature immediately towering over you as you do.

Craning your head up to meet his eyes you feel his hand brush against your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek. “How about a kiss Spider-Woman?” Leaning down he is inches from your lips, noses almost touching, those green eyes studying your face. Is this him breaking? Is he going to pull back? Is this real?

“Can I kiss you Y/N?”

It's real, you can feel your heart thrumming like crazy. This feeling is so intense.

Your lips part and you start to rise to your tiptoes. Gabriel's other hand finds your soft neck as he leans down. Hands searching for anything to grab, they find a place gripping onto his striped scarf. Finally one of you broke and it’s led to this perfect moment.

“Gabri, I think we need to relook at the go-home machine, I think if we can program it to work faster we could, oh…” Miguel stops walking and tapping away at his watch when he sees you and Gabriel in such proximity. Face contorting from surprise to confusion, to annoyance.

Damnit…

Gabriel and you quickly let go of each other and face Miguel. Miguel walks closer to you two, his face in that unhappy glare.

“What are you two doing?” he asks placing his hands on hips narrow waist

“I-I-Uh-” you nervously stumble over your words trying to find an excuse.

“She was helping me out, I needed someone with strength to lift some heavy equipment” pointing to the large machine you have effortlessly moved.

“Well looks moved, you should head back to your dimension if you're done with your duties today,” Miguel says in a serious tone.

With a quick nod, you slip past Miguel and look back at Gabriel. Looking back at him he looks like he is bracing for a lecture from Miguel. Feeling guilty because you know those are never fun. Miguel starts tapping his watch, something he does before lectures, you assume to think of what he will say before he says it. Gabriel's eyes land on you, he looks serious preparing for his talking to, then just like a flip of a switch, he gives a mischievous smirk with a wink.

And with that, you knew you were going to break first.

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Miguel made sure to keep everyone extremely busy after he saw you and Gabriel together, maybe you were reading too much into it but it seemed to be the only correlation. It had been four days since you saw Gabriel and you were getting antsy. The almost kiss played on a loop over and over in your mind. The sudden distance between you two only made your thoughts of him run rampant. The whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing was right. Not seeing Gabriel for four days made you realize how much you enjoyed being near him and how desperate you were to kiss him finally. You two had teased each other and flirted enough, it was now time to do something about it.

As you wind and twist your way through the maze you make your way closer to Gabriel's lab, you didn't know what you would say or do once you saw him you just knew you had an uncontrollable urge, a desire to be near him and you couldn't wait anymore.

Finally getting through the maze of a lab you reach your goal, Gabriel.

Gabriel sees you enter the lab, giving you a sweet smile and putting down the small apparatus he was tinkering with.

“Well if it isn’t Spider-Woman, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Gabriel strides over to you still insistent on teasing you like always. Danm, He gets cuter every damn time you see him. That cocky strut is like he knows why you're here like he knows how bad you have it for him. Hating to lose the game but you're going to burst if you don't, just swallow your pride, tell him…

“My w-watch, it's acting weird.” you quickly stumble out. Okay, what the fuck? That's not the plan? What the hell is the matter with you?

Looking at you with concern Gabriel grabs your hand lifting your arm to examine the watch.

“Well, that's not good bichita. Step into my office, let's see if I can't help you out.”

Guiding you through the lab he takes you to his work table. Swiftly he grabs your hips and lifts you on the table. A small Squeak leaves you for a moment, you're here to confess and he's still making you nervous, danm…

He takes his time examining your watch. Nesting himself between your legs making your breath get shaky. He then raises his eyebrows in concern and shock.

“Oh wow this isn’t good, it's really messed up…”

“What really?” You look down in surprise.

Gabriel taps his index finger on your nose making you look back up to him. “No, it’s perfectly fine, now why are you really here?”

Taking your arm back you adjust your watch on your wrist looking at him irritatedly. “Don’t scare me like that…”

“Well don’t lie to me, what’s up? You don’t need a reason to come see me, you should know that?”

Starting to chew on your bottom lip you look at him and nod. “I know, I just…the thing is…I hate losing.”

Lifting an eyebrow confused he pry for you to elaborate. “Okay? What did you lose?”

Holding your head down you sigh and point between the two of you. “This I lose the game, which sucks because I almost won if it wasn’t for-”

Before you can finish your sentence Gabriel's hands gently grab your face and lifts it to meet his emerald eyes, then his soft lips are meeting yours. The kiss was tender and passionate, his large hands carefully gliding down from your face. The slow movement of his fingers leaves a heated trail on your skin. Finally, his hands met yours, intertwined his fingers with yours holding your hands tightly, as if he didnt you would disappear. With a swift gradation of intensity, the kiss from his instant lips has yours parting making your body quake as you begin to feel the slight teasing of his tongue to yours.

Pulling back he's the first to relinquish the kiss looking into your kissed-hazed eyes. “I lose…this stupid little game between us, I lose, you win.”

Grabbing onto his scarf you bring him closer so you're whispering into his lips. “You're not going to be a sore loser right?”

He laughs slightly “I will gladly lose to you whenever you want”

With that you pull him into a passionate kiss, quickly heating to a blazing fever that has you both instantly stripping each other trying to cool the raging fire between you.

Before you know it you're bent over his work table, bare for his taking. Warm lips kiss up your spine while his index finger explores your soft folds, finding you already desperately wet.

“Wow, I don’t even need to prep you, so fuckin’ wet for me,” Gabriel says, his finger still rubbing through you teasing at the opening of your slit.

Moaning and leaning into his finger you're desperate for him but he's insistent on still teasing you. Slowly he begins to plunge his finger into your walls and the sweet stretch has you rocking back and forth only to get worse once he slips a second in curling into you.

“Amas mis manos, ¿verdad?” (You love my hands don't you?)

Nodding you are willing to agree with anything he says as long as it means more. A chuckle leaves his lips and he takes his other hand and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, slightly pinching the bud to make your hips jump forward. You can't help the embarrassing moans that escaped your lips but Gabriel just relishes in them. “That's it, gemido por papi.” (Moan for Papi)

You're approaching your orgasm quickly just from riding his skillful hands. Uncontrollably you're squirming underneath him, thighs closing and tightening around his arm. Gabriel nudges your feet further apart with his foot spreading you open and plunging deeper till you're practically panting as he continues curling into you and abusing your swollen clit. “No, no, stay spread for me, can't make you cum with you getting shy like that” he purrs into your ear.

Your moans are reverberating through the lab, it is music to his ears getting to hear you approach your high. “God, bichita I've been wanting to do this to you for weeks, I didn't imagine you would be so loud though. Aw, don't hold it in now, I want to hear you scream my name.”

The new pace as you lean further on the table as you clench down on his fingers screaming out his name as your orgasm flows over you, your juices coating his digits, some of it falling onto his floor. Gabriel finally pulls his fingers from you looking at your quivering pussy as you shake from your orgasm, tilting his head he watches as your juices drip to the floor, he lazily sucks the slick from his fingers releasing them with a pop.

“Danm, you're making a mess on my floor.” Before you can turn you feel a hand caressing your ass and his breath fanning your ear “Let's make a bigger mess shall we?”

You feel his hand grab onto your hip and rub small circles, then you feel him pushing against you, foot kicking yours to spread open again, he's going to have to break you of that habit. Then his cock is rubbing against your wet folds, and you're instantly ready to go again, breathing quickening in anticipation. Carefully his tip teases your entrance before slipping into you spreading you open with a moan escaping your lips. Starting slowly he kisses your shoulders as he slowly pistons his cock, loving to see your pussy gripping onto his cock. The soft pleading of your moans and mewling of his name is making him throb inside you, like a siren song to fuck into you harder.

Answering your sinful song he grabs a handful of your hair before his thrusting into you harder and faster.

“Harder, Ha-Harder!” you cry chasing his cock with your hips.

“Harder? Oh, dirty girl, you're already gripping me so tight and you want it harder? ” His hand presses down on your back stilling you as he fucks harder into your squealing cunt. Hiccuping and slurring you're getting drunk from the pace he's pushing into you. Sweat is forming on him as his chest starts to burn, taking his hand from your hair he lifts your leg to where your knee is on the table, pushing himself deeper where his tip is nudging that sweet spot that has you clamping around his cock.

Approaching your second orgasm he takes his hand and rubs those same tight circles on your clit. Finally, you're coming undone on his cock, squirting on him. Gabriel lets you ride out your high as long as he can before he's about to bust inside of you, finally when you're wiggling and whining in overstimulation he's pulling out and cumming his thick cum on your ass. Gasping from the sudden emptiness, your skin tingles as you feel the warm liquid run down your leg.

Gabriel is quick to leave a barrage of kisses on your back. He quickly grabs a clean rag and wipes the cum dripping down your leg off you coo sweetly to you. Turning to face him, your chest fills warm from his tired-looking expression, you're quick to wrap your hands around him and kiss him sweetly. Gabriel surrenders to your gentle kiss, but slowly you become more ravenous taking the lead, your tongue eager to push through to taste him again.

Breaking the kiss to catch his breath he looks into your eyes, and all his confidence wavers as he sees the hunger in your eyes. You're already ready for the next round and he's still recovering. Using your hand you push his chest gently backing him onto the table. A sweet smile on your lips as you watch him lean against the table watching you with bated breath. Before he can even try to make a move or say something he is lifted and pinned on top of his disheveled work table. The surprised look on his face has you licking your lips as you crawl on top of him.

You look as if you could devour him, he can't help how it's making his cock hard again. A smirk falls onto your lips as you see his excitement. Straddling him you start to lazily pump his cock making his hips buckle and he moans from the overstimulation.

“Spidey powers means I have crazy endurance and quick recovery time. Can you keep up?” You start to pump his cock faster making him moan and the precum to pebble from his cock.

Gabriel hiccups and hastily nods, he would do whatever you wanted of him.

Leaning down you lick the secretion off his tip making him whimper and throw his head back.

“Good…” you purr.

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Completely spent you lay your tired body next to Gaberials. Your head resting on his warm chest, you could hear how his heart was still racing. Your stamina being higher than his, he had worked double time to satisfy you. Watch beeping, Gabriel lazily looks and sighs seeing that it is time for another one of the dull meetings.

“We have a meeting to go to”

Looking at him you think for a moment then a sly smile crosses your lips

“Well, that's no fun”

“No, it's not”

“Want to go take a shower in my dimension instead?”

A gasp leaves his lips “And skip our very important and completely not irrelevant meeting instead?”

Biting your lip holding in a laugh you nod enthusiastically.

Gabriel kisses your nose “Let me grab my clothes.”

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #atsv #atsv fanfiction #gabriel #gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara x reader #gabriel o'hara x you #atsv smut #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff and smut #smut fic #fluff and humor #romance #spiderverse fanfic #spiderverse smut

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okay, so i've been doing some thinking. i've been scrolling through your blog and i stepped upon these "cheating on cove with Baxter and the other way around" scenarios. (i'm sorry, i wasn't able to read them, my heart couldn't take it ;-;) but!

what if mc was like, in a normal relationship with Baxter. you know, a couple, maybe married later and stuff, while of course still being besties with Cove. later mc and Baxter have a kid together, maybe still a small baby but! plot twist! Baxter gets into an accident or something and dies. (i'm sorry, he's my favourite man but i had to kill him for that scenario:'))

mc is completely devastated and also a little panicked, because what about the baby? and then Cove stepps in, deciding to help his best friend take care of the little one and basically becomes its father. i recently watched a video of a dog "helping" a cat take care of her kittens, and there you have it.

this one may be boring, so feel free to ignore, but i can't stop thinking about it.

ITS OK<333 I figured some ppl didn't read it bc angst n pain</3 trust me I skip over angst all the time

(I even have the tag blocked😬 sorry angst writers but I will read it and not be the same for months, I read a kiribaku angst fic years ago, and was devesated for 4 months afterwards LMAO)

okay i... I cannot expand too much on this bc OUCH

(eta now that I've finished. who am I fooling? I rlly said that like I haven't wrote a whole novel 💀 anyway <3 this clearly made me pop off more than I thought I would bc I read this at first n was devastated!!! I had no words!!!! well clearly I found them LOL)

ALSO BORING??? ANON PLEASE.. BORING WHERE<///3

n im gonna fix the format later but for now here is the bare minimum. I'm going to bed rn so nini everyone enjoy a bit of angst I promise its fluffy as well<333

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

p/n = parental name, since I wanted to leave flexibility for all the readers here <3

but anyway yeah cove would so step up for you

will follow you to the end of the earth and do whatever you need to help you work through this and to adapt to this sudden and unfortunate change

if/when your relationship starts becoming something romantic, cove would absolutely put the brakes on everything and you'd go so slow...

I imagine he'd probably move in with you or you with him, and he'd stay somewhere else (if you're living in his house he will leave anyway, he's a gentleman like that fr) so that way you can figure out if it's not just bc he's doing all these things n you're mistaking admiration for love

you'd spend the first year going super slow, as if you've never known each other before

which technically you haven't, since you've never dated before. but cove would go so far as to find out your favorite color, song, animal, food.. all over again, even though he has it memorized and knows your likes better than his own.

once cove is sure you're ready for this (after much talk between the two of you and even with your therapist that yes you've made enough progress and are emotionally ready for this) does he finally put a label on it

now if you get married...

I imagine cove won't propose at all

like I think you'd have to talk n almost beg him...

in that case he would do a small but grande gesture to propose. or he'd propose to you before you've even left the bed for the day... no inbetween

but like 8 times outta 10, you're gonna have to propose to him

he'd cry and hug you n say yes of course.

and unless you want to keep this outta your wedding, I think cove would include baxter in your wedding.

first, ofc you'd have the picture to honor his memory

but I think he'd even go so far as to have smth in his vows. but to start, he'd say smth like:

"I know the reason we became closer was unfortunate, but I'm so happy to be able to call you and [Child] my family. and I hope I can be a good father and husband"

and "baxter will always have a place in our hearts. even though he and I didn't get along at first (watery chuckle)... I'm glad he got to love you, and I hope he trusts me to love and cherish you the same way as well.."

also if you don't want to give up your wedding ring from baxter, I think cove would even go so far as to suggest combining it with his.

!!! omg I was gonna say your and baxter's wedding bands would be black, but I have another idea

okay now, for YOUR bands, I imagine they're either black or silver and yk those infinity(?) bands? that has the 2 types of metal or whatever

that's what cove would suggest doing. and if you are worried abt people asking why your bands are different, he'd get the same twisted band but silver with say a black diamond or smth. just smth to make it look like it's intentionally different colors but same design or smth

(im overthinking a bit but it's an idea right?! I'm not crazy??<////3)

or if you don't wanna do that, I imagine you can just slip it on a necklace or leave it as is, whatever you want. he wouldn't mind even if you kept wearing it, cove would never ask you to get rid of baxter's image or memory in any way, not unless it was a real problem and your attachment to him/his things was unhealthy anyway.

now for baxter's band... well if you didn't bury it with him, I imagine you'd give it to your child

another thing I think you could do w your wedding band as well, and give them both your bands to do whatever they want with. or if they don't want it of course you're not forcing them to keep it

even though they didn't get to know baxter, the way you and cove still cherish baxter's memory does help them feel something of a connection.

I also imagine baxter would take lots of photo n video w the kid, even though they're young n just a babe, theres so many videos of baxter looking n acting so loving w them

and even a couple where he's teary-eyed n all "imma do you right by you. I love you so much.."

of course, if the kid doesn't feel that connected to baxter since they were too young to know or rmbr anything, and they don't feel anything much other than sympathy and the occasional sting when they see how much baxter loved them, you don't force it.

you both know that baxter was basically a stranger to them and even though they still respect baxter and he has a place in their heart, they don't feel like they're lacking anything.

"I don't really know what to say.. or how to feel... I see how much [P/N] misses you sometimes, and we have pictures of you, and they talk about you and stuff...

but I don't feel like im missing a dad. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings, I wish I knew you too. sometimes I wish you were still here, so I got to know you as well, even though I'm still happy to have dad cove for my dad.

I just wanna know what you were like. I wanna experience what you were like. I... I wanna miss you like everyone else misses you too...

anyway, just know that dad is great! he takes care of me and [P/N] really well! he makes breakfast in bed, and he does/used to do this thing where he lifts me in the air before bed! he's so cool. I see how he makes [P/N] happy as well, so don't worry. although, [P/N] said you always thought cove was reliable and a good guy so maybe you aren't worrying anyway.

well... that's it I guess. i hope ill get to know you one day, and maybe you can tell me you're glad to see dad took good care of us. goodbye,

baxter."

pa."

cove happily listens to anything they have to say on how they feel abt baxter btw. he accepts any of their feelings, be it that they don't feel anything at all, sympathy for others, or they feel sad abt losing him.

if they do say smth like how even though it's unfortunate and they feel bad for everyone who mourns baxter (for example/especially you), they see cove as their dad and don't feel like they're missing anything and they're happy to have cove for their dad.

ofc he cries n hugs them n tells them he loves em and he's happy n he comforts them if needed of course

I also think cove is very scared abt being a father

especially in this way... even if the kiddo doesn't remember anything, or it's hazy at best, he worries about replacing baxter.

he'd probably worry abt not living up to baxter

baxter was always much more mature, at least it seemed that way most times. cove just worries about if he has the backbone and the ability to parent the child well and be someone they can look up to and/or appreciate for being a good father

cries if they call him dad btw

if they do it before you start dating, I imagine it's one of the catalyst that cause you to talk abt your feelings for each other. or if it's in the early stage..

cove prbly freezes and runs away to the other room n freaks out, definitely cries. if you don't talk to him like right after he calls his dad n cries n shares his worries n fear

either way, when you do talk he's biting his nails n trying not to pace around the room and he's like "if you wanna distance yourselves so that they don't call me dad any more I totally understand, I mean idk it's prbly weird for you-"

n he just rambles. like none of it makes sense n u have to physically shut him up. kiss him, yell, throw a pillow, hit him w the child's stuffed animal, throw a single lego brick at his back and watch him fall to the floor like he just got a nuke thrown at him

if it's later on n theres nothing to worry abt bc youve talked abt this or saw it coming or its just the otherwise most natural step, he cries of course

but he doesn't fall apart from being his in the back w a single fucking Lego as if it hurt 🙄🙄🙄🙄 (I hate this man he's DRAMATIC)

well... actually no he does

hit him, kiss him, hug him, run him over w a hotel wheels truck.... he just cries harder

adopts them like immediately basically

I imagine you do it soon, like maybe before the wedding just so that way you can have a private moment (just to save him some embarrassment from ugly crying in front of your families. in fact he just might faint fr)

n you + the kiddo surprise him w adoption papers (depending on how old the babe is at this point, they have like no idea what's going on but they know that cove is now officially recognized by the whole world (even by the unicorns n wizards n warlocks) as their daddy))

imagine laying in bed w cove n the kid in between you two

and when you wake up, cove is alrdy awake and was watching you two. he was petting the kids wild hair and he had pulled the two of you in and kept you under his arm..

and the sunlight is coming in, the day is just perfect. n the look on cove's face is full of so much love but also a bit somber this time

(cove feels awkward being here like this sometimes. during times like this you have to remind him it's okay, and you pull him back in. of course he does the same for you on those days.)

"I love you two. so much..." he whispers, tears sticking to his lashes

the kid flips over, curling into cove and they stop their sleepy mumbling now that they're tucked into cove's chest, feeling warm, happy, and safe.

you whisper equally as tender. "we were meant to be like this too."

also!! smth I just thought of...

imagine the kid looks mostly/very much like baxter. they act very much like cove's kid

like you would think cove n baxter had a kid together LOL

(if the resemblance is too much, they ask if you're the step parent </3 pls Ik it may not make sm sense but I just think it'd be so fuckin funny)

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #angst #baxter ward angst #cove holden angst #angst with a happy ending

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spectralarchers · 5 months

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Hi there. I found your fic, Exit Wound and it's wondrous. I found it nearing it's end, wondering many a day and nights what the ending would be like at Chapter 29: Sight. Unfortunately, life got a little busy but now that I finally had time, I read the last chapters and I feel nothing short of wonder, joy, anticipation and inspiration.

Your writing was beautiful with a storyline that leaves images flitting through my mind as if I was right there in the story, watching and feeling it all. I cried, sobbed, laughed and smiled with them, feeling fear and relief when they felt it in their moments. The start pulled me in, drawing me to read further, push deeper and understand the lore of this story. The middle of the whole story gave me so many emotions that it gave me whiplash—in a good way. The ending has me burning alight with fear, anticipation, worry and interest.

I only know of a few backstories, gleamed from other fanfictions I've read while going down the GhostSoap tag on Ao3 but the characters were well chosen for their roles, matching up similarly to what I've seen from the bare bits of clips (mostly GhostSoap, I admit without shame) . I admit again, I didn't expect El Sin Nombre to take the role they did or for so many characters to appear and draw me in so effortlessly. I met many new characters in this story, found the old familiar ones and learned more of them along the journey in this story. It appears I'll have some research of my own to do in this fandom before I'm fully invested, seeing as I only know the reboot (my favourite version no less).

I won't say much, as is proper no spoilers etiquette, but I adored your fic all the way through and still do. I'll be revisiting it again and again, but oh, what I wouldn't give to travel through this marvellous story again for the first time. I may or may not have lost a few nights' worth of sleep, but the dreams that followed of the scenes you painted with words were worth every second.

Although I'm not all that invested in the Call of Duty fandom, your story drew me in with the details, the carefully written characters and the plot of the story.

If I ever do decide to write a story in the fandom of CoD, please know that you are my biggest inspiration for it.

Sincerely,

A new Ao3 user too shy to comment.

PS: Sorry for the long ask. And many more apologies for the messy message ":]

Oh my god, Nonnie. I have no words to express how much joy your ask brought me when I opened the app this morning for my morning paper read.

I'm sitting here staring at your ask with a blue to my cheeks and I want to hide my face and kick my feet because I don't know how to respond to such incredibly kind and heartwarming words?

I am so happy that my story managed to make you feel things and that I didn't bore you half to death with all my detours. I am so glad to hear that the wide array of characters I pulled in from other Call of Duty franchises (& comic backstories) felt like they fit in.

I'm sorry I caused sleepless nights, but if the price for those were dreams that you consider worth it, then I'll retract my apology.

I am so immensely honored to have been on the receiving end of such a message, filled with praise that might actually make me cry. So thank you, sweetheart. From the bottom of my heart ♥

If you ever write something, please, send it my way, I would love nothing more than to read it. And if you ever feel comfortable to not be too shy anymore, my DMs are always open and I don't bite - much ;)

I can't wait to take your hand through another Call of Duty adventure. I can't promise it'll be as good as this story was, but I can promise that it'll be an entrancing ride nonetheless ♥

#people ask christine stuff #exit wound #anonymous #i'm legit sitting here at the office like :o because i don't know how to react #i think i'm going to print this ask and put it in my fanfic bible notebook to cherish and love forever

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iamnotmereally · 9 months

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hey i read tian ya ke/faraway wanderers a while ago and i didn't really like it (i thought it was a bit boring but i loved all the characters) and i was wondering if i should still watch the live action. i know a decent amount of adaptations change the plot a bit and since i liked the characters maybe it would still appeal to me? idk. (you are the tyk specialist to me so i will listen to your expert opinion)

Omg hi i am very honoured u consider me your tyk specialist I am very much not qualified for that tho🥲

Sorry about the late response and also how this looks barely stitched together-

But anyway, you might still like the live action even if you don't like tyk! The plot of word of honor is completely different actually. Characterisation is different too (slightly, but it changes alot i think. Esp zzs he's very different imo) i have seen alot of people say they liked woh more? I have also seen some say theres some overacting so idk. Personally, i also read tyk first and watched woh, and initially I did like woh more until my reread of tyk :')

as u can see tyk's plot while kind of confusing, (to me lmao) and isn't long enough to make a whole drama so they added alot of plot. And characters too. It's almost like a fanfic imo? It's not like the mdzs adaptation, they have made massive changes (some main events still remain the same)

ALSO. As a warning, towards the end there were some issues with the plot (due to the censoring I think. Woh was very bold about gay until the end where it got alot messed up.). If u do end up watching it keep in mind that there's an extra 3 min 37th ep with a alternate ending (i can attach a link to a post with the video, if u can't find it, just send an ask 👍🏼)

If you end up seeing it please do let me know what your opinion is! Hope you like it❤️

#word of honor #asks #anon #sorry it got long🚶🚶

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sunset-meets-the-moon · 1 year

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My Top 5 BLs

Some of my favorite BL series and some small details on why I enjoyed them. I'm gonna try and remake one of these every few months to see what's changed after I watch some new series and finish the ones that I'm currently watching. *may contain spoilers*

Until We Meet Again (2019)

This was the first bl I ever watched, I went in with zero expectations and didn't read the synopsis before I watched it. I honestly fell in love with the characters instantly, especially Korn and In, every aspect of their relationship was so detailed and crafted perfectly. If you ever feel like shedding a few tears, this should be your first choice, whether you want to cry or not with this series you definitely will. Even on my first time watching it I felt a sense of nostalgia and it felt very familiar, I felt very comfortable and at home with this series.

The Untamed (2019)

If you'd consider this a bl then it should definitely be in everyone's top 5. Everything about this series is perfect from the characters to the cinematography. While watching this series I felt drawn in and like I, myself was inside the series, every time a character cried, I cried with them, shared a connection with them, and felt their pain. I've always loved the theme of soulmates and that's a very obvious theme in The Untamed, Lan Wangji loses the one closest to him and longs for him for 16 years, and upon Wei Wuxian coming back to life Wangji is one of the first people he thinks about. They never left each other's side, they always fought for each other and always chose each other first, that's the definition of soulmates and I can't think of a better example other than them. On my first time watching this I was so into it that I watched all 50 episodes in four days, small note when watching this prepare tissues.

KinnPorsche (2022)

Let me start this off by saying the acting in this series is absolutely amazing, it feels almost real. By the time my friend told me about this series, there were already nine episodes out and I sat there and binged them all, KinnPorsche kept me on the edge of my seat and never made me bored. They also did a fantastic job with the casting everyone was very skilled and extremely good-looking. This was only Be On Cloud's first series and after seeing how good this was I'm looking forward to their releases in the future. I loved the theme of Kinn and Porsche being "Ride or Die" and never turning their backs on each other, the story was executed perfectly and all the actors really brought the characters to life.

Word of Honor (2021)

Finished this within less than three days, directly after I finished The Untamed. This is another series involving the theme of soulmates on this list as soulmates may or may not be my favorite troupe. Wen Kexing's willingness to give his life and anything else for Zhou Zishu, them willingly giving up living amongst other humans to spend eternity together, is more than enough to consider this a bl. Although there are many heart-shattering moments, there are many moments spent happily and some humorous moments to lighten the mood a bit. I'm not sure if there'll ever be a season two but I'm hoping.

Love In The Air (2022)

I'd consider LITA to be top-five material not because of the plot, but because of the characters and their depth to them. Specifically, Prapai and Sky as they have so many sides to them and we get to see more into their personalities than what's on the surface. I liked this series because I felt it was balanced between funny and serious, it didn't have too much or not enough of either element and that's something I really enjoyed. The writers made it realistic and showed the issues that people may face in life and in relationships instead of making it all sunshine and rainbows, I applaud them for that. I don't just want a season two I NEED a season two, most of my posts so far have been about LITA and that'll give me plenty more material to write about so hopefully we'll get it and my writing career doesn't end right here.

Honorable Mention

3 Will Be Free (2019)

This isn't a bl but I just have to talk about it. One of my favorite things to see in the series is strong friend groups and that's what we see in this one. Three young people on the fringe of society still trying to find their way in the world and bonding through shared faults and mistakes. They may feel upset with one another at times but they still will come to each other's aid no matter the situation, this is without a doubt the trio we needed.

#bl series #thai bl #bl drama #uwma #love in the air #the untamed #word of honor #kinnporsche #3 will be free #asian drama #chinese drama #thai drama

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otaku-dragon-lover · 11 months

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It Started when an Alien Device did what It did…

Ed 10 AU: After a Hellfire Club meeting runs late, Eddie decides to take a walk through the nearby forest.

It's all downhill from there.

Trigger warnings (I guess?): Strong language, mentions of drugs.

A cold breeze swept through the old forest, compounding the already frigid nighttime chill.

October was pulling out all the stops, as the town was in the last throngs of the month of freights. It apparently wanted to leave with a bang, making sure it didn't leave the townspeople's minds even a November bloomed.

'Yeah,' Eddie Munson thought with a shudder, tugging his jean jacket closer around himself, 'it's definitely fall.'

It probably wasn't his best idea, heading out wearing what he was. Underneath his jacket was a thin long sleeved shirt, the arms being black while the shirt itself was a bright white. It bore the words "HELLFIRE CLUB" in bold letters, a stereotypical demon head and various items linked to D&D surrounding the phrase. A thicker pair a dark jeans were held up by a black belt, a silver chain hanging out of one of his pockets.

The dim lights of Hawkins' street lamps was a distant memory, the only light coming from the full moon and stars that hung in the sky. It was peaceful out here, only a few scant animals were up at this hour, the perfect place to get away from the world.

Eddie had started a little habit towards the end of September, one that he was currently continuing. After the annual meetings of his Hellfire Club, he'd take a walk through the woods near the trailer park. It was a way to clear his head, or clear his mind after particularly strenuous sessions of D&D.

Now that wasn't to say anything bad happened, far from it. Emotions just tended to run high, especially during any plot twists Eddie might have planned. After such events, it only made sense that he would need to unwind.

He released a sigh as he slipped his hands into his pockets, the breath coming out as a wispy puff. He turned his head skyward, pausing in his tracks as he did. Dark brown eyes gazed upon the twinkling stars, mind beginning to wander as he watch the nightly spectacle.

"Hm?" The metalhead blinked as he spotted something, mind coming back into focus as recognition filled his gaze.

He watched in awe as the object because clear, as streaking across the night sky was a bright ball of light.

"A shooting star?" He breathed to himself, his curiosity growing as he noticed something off, "Wait… why does it look so close-?"

Before he could finish this thought however, the "star" did something that shocked him. The object suddenly changed direction, turning at a 90° angle and shooting towards the ground.

And it was heading right for Eddie.

"What the fuck-?!" The teen's voice cracked in fear, backing up and running away as the definitely-not-a-shooting-star grew closer.

The object landed with a loud crash, an explosion honeycombing out from the point of impact. The shockwaves blasted Eddie farther back, the metalhead landing several feet away with a loud thud.

"…Ow." He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head and disturbing his dark curls of hair.

He glared at the crater, rising to his feet with a grimace, "The hell was that about?"

What indeed? Eddie's curiosity only grew as he slowly crept towards the crash site, eyes widening as he took it all in.

There was a large crater dug into the ground, situated only a scant few inches away from where he'd been standing. Fires flickered randomly within and around the indent, casting a fleeting glow with their weak flames. It wasn't the crash site itself that left Eddie baffled, however. That honor went the what sat within the crater.

Resting in the center of the pit was a medium-sized sphere, still smoking from it's entry into the atmosphere. It was a metallic silver color with a black line running horizontally through it's center, there also looked to be several cuts within one side of it. These were symmetrical, and looked purposely done; the teen had a guess at what that meant, but his shocked brain had other matters in mind.

Because this couldn't be what he thinks it is, right? That…That'd be impossible, it was the kind of thing that you'd only see in movies!

Eddie stopped at the edge of the crater, eyes filled with shock as he spoke in disbelief, "Is… Is that a fucking spaceship?!"

A thought struck him, though he shook his head, "No… I don't think I'm high right now? Unless one of the guys spiked my drin-!"

The teen was cut off when the ground beneath him crumbled, sending him falling into the pit with a yelp.

He landed in a heap, groaning as rocks clattered to the ground around him. The ground surrounding the crater was unstable (obviously), and Eddie's weight was more than enough to cause it to collapse.

Pushing himself up with a slight wheeze (and ignoring the protests from his now-sore body), the metalhead found himself standing in front of the object.

'Um,' He stepped back a bit, an uneasy look on his face, 'okay. I didn't wanna be this close, thanks!'

A sharp hissing sound nearly made him jump out of his skin, snapping his attention fully back to the object.

Which was opening up.

Shit.

The shuttered parts of the thing pulled back, only stopping when the shape was that of a half circle. Unsurprisingly, the spaceship was hollow on the inside, an odd darkness permeating the interior. It prevented him from seeing anything within the thing, which didn't help his curiosity at all.

That was until something started glowing.

An almost acid-green light began emanating within the sphere, Eddie having to shield his eyes as it intensified. What this light did in turn, however, was allow him to see what (or who) was inside.

The glow dimmed, no longer being as blinding as it was before. It still lit up the crater fairly well, effectively acting as a flashlight.

Slowly, the teen lowered his arm. His eyes immediately went to… whatever was illuminating the area, eager to satiate his curiosity.

What he saw only confused him more.

It was some kind of… watch? Thing was, it didn't look like any watch he'd ever seen before.

It had this wide black and grey band, way wider than a normal watch. It had a dark grey faceplate sitting smack-dab at it's center; instead of having any numbers on it to tell the time, there was a green hourglass that took up the entire space. There were four green dot-looking things (buttons he realized) were embedded in the dial of the watch, being arranged in a plus shape. Another green button sat on the watch's left side. Lastly, there were two rings of… maybe tubing? Eddie wasn't exactly sure, but they were glowing a bright green like everything else.

It was an utterly baffling sight.

"A… watch?" He tilted his head in confusion, squinting as he scrutinized the thing, "The hell's a watch doing in outer space?"

The glow was starting to fade, dimming gradually the longer he stood there.

The teen moved carefully, stretching his left arm out after rolling up the sleeves over it.

Maybe there was something on the ship? A name, some sort of ID? Something that could tell him what he was looking at.

Wait. If this is an alien ship, that means he wouldn't be able to read-.

Before he could react, the watch lurched, almost acting like it had come to life. The band pealed open, the face of the watch moving out of the way as it pulled itself agape. The thing then leapt out of the ship, wrapping itself around Eddie's wrist before returning to it's inert state.

He recoiled, face twisting in panic as he started shaking his arm, "Wh-wh-wh-?!"

The device stubbornly stayed put, not even budging as it's resting place thrashed.

'Ohgodohgodohgodohgod-! What if it's like those facehugger things?! Get off get off getoffgetoff-!!' His thoughts raced, eyes wide with fear.

The teen grabbed the thing with his other hand, grunting as he tried to tear the thing off.

After a few seconds of doing this, he stopped. His breaths came hard and fast, a combination of his terror and exertion.

"Okay… this… this isn't working." He panted to himself, sending a lingering glare at the watch that sat "innocently" on his wrist.

His gaze then turned to the wall of the crater behind him, "If pulling it off myself doesn't work… then maybe I could wedge it off?"

'I need to get outta here first, though.'' Eddie's thoughts added, the teen stepping forward and grabbing ahold of the rocky wall.

It took a bit (and several failed attempts), as the rock was unstable, and the teen definitely wasn't great at climbing such surfaces. Eventually though, he heaved himself out of the pit with a final pull.

"Oh thank Christ!" Came his relieved exclamation, the metalhead flopping onto his back with an exhausted groan, his legs dangling over the crater edge.

"That… took way too long." Eddie whined, sitting up reluctantly and scooting away from the pit.

He then glared at the watch, "This is your fault, you know."

The device did nothing in return.

"Yeah yeah," He grumbled, standing up before continuing, "just you wait you little shit. When I get you off, we'll see who's laughing."

He turned his attention to his surroundings, spotting a stick laying near the base of a tree. A small, yet confident smirk appearing as an idea formed.

He stopped as he bent down to pick the thing up, realizing something that made him a little embarrassed, "…I'm arguing with a space watch."

After acquiring his stick, the teen tried to wedge the thing between his skin and the watch. Curiously enough, when he tried to do so, the skin underneath was dragged along with the device. The metalhead could only push it around, not shove the stick under. Not unless he wanted to remove the skin on his wrist, anyway.

His not-so-trusty stick then proceeded to break.

"Is this thing fucking cursed or something?!" Eddie snapped in disbelief, tossing the bit of wood away.

His frustration overshadowing his fear and concern, the teen began fiddling with the device, "Has to be one of these then."

He pressed the largest button, the device letting out an electronic chime that broke him from his frustration.

The teen blinked as the face of the watch sprung out a bit, revealing a core that reached down into the band. Green circuitry lines coated the sides of the cylinder, the device beginning to hum idly. The hourglass symbol the changed, morphing into a diamond shape, this then displayed the silhouette of a human-looking figure.

"What is…?" Curiosity once again overcoming him, Eddie raised his hand and pressed on the core using his index finger.

The collum was pushed down, and not a second later a bright flash of green erupted from the device, blinding the inquisitive male.

In that split second, it felt like his entire being was on fire. Though it didn't hurt, there was still an uncomfortable warmth that sunk deep into his bones.

The bright light faded quickly, leaving him blinking to clear his vision.

As he did this, he began noticing that something felt decidedly… off about his body. It looked (and felt) like he was taller, and as he finally fixed his vision, he then noticed that the area surrounding him was… brighter?

And why did he smell something burning?

The watch had obviously done something, so Eddie decided to check it, see if he could figure out what it'd done.

Only to be met with a glowing hand, one that looked like it was made of magma.

It took him several seconds to process what he was looking at, but when he did, he did the natural thing in such a situation.

He screamed.

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It took longer than Eddie would like to admit, but eventually he calmed down.

So as it turned out, he'd been turned into some kind of… Balrog? Large Magmin? He didn't know.

All he did know was that he was some sort of magma creature, with dark reddish-brown volcanic rocks covering most of his body. He was still human shaped (small blessings, he guessed), his hands being a bit larger, and his feet only having two flaming toes. From what he could tell, he either didn't have hair anymore, or he needed a mirror.

He also wasn't wearing any clothes, which was… not really fun.

All-in-all, it was pretty damn cool.

Except the no clothes thing, that one kinda sucked.

"Okay…" Eddie started, still getting used to his now-deeper and raspier voice, "This is pretty rad."

He was about halfway to the trailer park now, having decided to leave investigating the spaceship for later.

He stuck his hand out, facing towards some shrubs that were close by, posing it like he'd seen one of his players do when they were playing a spellcaster.

He felt a grin spread across his face (whatever that looked like now), using his most over-dramatic voice he shouted, "Fireball!"

Much to his shock (even though he really shouldn't have been, since y'know, he's a guy made out of fire right now), a ball of flame around the size of his palm form. It shot from his hand not long after, it missed the shrubs by a fair amount, instead landing on the trunk of a tree several feet behind them, causing it to burst into flame.

Oh, he was so gonna use this for his next campaign! …If he can figure out how to un-do… whatever he'd done.

…Wait a tree was on fire now.

…

SHIT!

"Fuckfuckfuck fuck! How do I stop this?!" Okay he might be panicking just a little bit… again.

But he couldn't just leave it like this! There had to be some way to put out the fire, anything!

The blaze was spreading rapidly, hungrily feasting on the surrounding foliage. As it grew in strength, so too did Eddie's panic.

That's when he heard something, it made him both relieved and terrified.

Sirens, along with the tell-tell honking of a firetruck's horn. They sliced through the night air like a hot knife through butter, their shrill blaring more than likely waking up the entire neighborhood.

He needed to leave, now. He was already a pariah in the community, what with his… "unnatural" interests, as they'd put it (well, a better word would be "freakish". He wasn't called Eddie "The Freak" Munson for nothing, after all). He didn't want to even imagine what would happen if people found out about… well, this!

It didn't make him feel any less terrible, though. He caused this! He should be the one to fix it!

Right?

His guilt clouded his mind as he ran from the scene, trying to stay away from as much leaf litter as he could.

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He was almost to his uncle Wayne's trailer when he heard it.

A chime that sounded like the watch reached his ears, the sound being similar to a dull alarm clock. It was ear-piercing, but it was alarming.

…He shouldn't be making jokes right now.

It took him a second to find, but eventually he spotted the watch's face sticking out of his chest. It was grey and white instead of green and black, but it was flashing a bright red that was making Eddie more than a little worried.

After a couple seconds of just watching it, his vision was suddenly obscured by a blinding red.

The metalhead blinked as his eyes adjusted themselves, feeling a breeze blow through his hair and ruffle his clothes.

His eyes widened as he realized what that meant, 'Wait…!'

He patted himself down and practically jumped with joy; he was back!

'Hold on… what about the-?!'

A check confirmed that the watch was still on his left wrist (much to his disappointment), but now the parts that were green were… red? And those tube things were white now, instead of green.

Maybe there was some kind of… timer or something? He didn't know how long it was, that was something he'd have to find out.

He rolled his sleeve over the device with a sigh, concealing it from view for the most part. He hated not telling Wayne about this, but until he knew what he was dealing with, he couldn't risk dragging his uncle down with him.

Besides, it's not exactly like anyone would believe what happened. Hawkins was just some boring old town in Indiana.

Nothing weird ever happened here.

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I don't really watch/consume much BL but do you have any unpopular word of honor opinions 👀

Idk what the popular opinions of WoH fandom is actually other than like, Ah Xu and Lao Wen are in love lol

I guess if I had an unpopular opinion it'd be that the show is actually kinda bad? Lol like, the narrative is all over the place, convoluted, and difficult to follow. Ngl everything about the glazed donut shit was boring as fuck to me.

Like Zhao Jing's secret murder plot was predictable, but also he was so irredeemably hilarious bad and pathetic he didn't make a compelling villain at all. And he's kept so far away from WKX for most of the show that when their plots finally converged it felt anti-climatic tbh and also like, daaaaaamn this mofo been busy for decades huh? His day planner's been PACKED I wish the show made him more thoughtfully evil? If they were gonna go full evil lean into it make him a Bond villain, camp it up the show was already campy as fuck anyway. Instead he's pathetic which made him less intimidating and not in his on purpose moments of being pathetic I liked those, but in general he was so obviously swamy it's like, okay sword society over here is just fucking stupid so fall and then he was working with ghost valley but that was also super convoluted and meh

I don't think it's unpopular that Gu Xiang shouldn't have died, or that whole episode, but I didn't like HOW it happened. I actually wouldn't have minded if all those characters died if it didn't feel so out of nowhere and then almost immediately dropped after? Like all these characters we spent a lot of time with are dead (fuck that one guy LQQ was with he was annoying as shit couldn't stand his ass was happy he died why was he even there) now and it happens and then we're moving back into the glazed armor plot and like what? what????? WKX just lost his little sister and we're just gonna keep on trucking along I guess??? I would like a moment show.

Almost all the men on the show suck and are either boring or annoying. No one in the main cast, and I liked YBY and our dear Scorpion King the up-in-coming Regina George of assassins but all the other men? Boring. Basic. Don't Care. Why are you here? Waste of my time.

Personally I think the narrative of the show outside of the love story of ZZS and WKX and their found family plus SK with his gaggle of wlw crew are the only good parts of the show that work outside of the boss costumes, wigs, and makeup. What saves the show is really the characters cause the the plot?

#chaos pikachu speaks #i say all this with love #i lovingly think the story is A Mess #i haven't finished the novel tbf #I only got to like chapter 40ish of the OG translation?

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6, 9 (nice), 10, 11, 19, 20

6. what books have you read in the last month?

Portrait of a Thief by Grace D. Li

When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill

Lizzy and the Cloud by Terry Fan

She's Too Pretty to Burn by Wendy Heard

The End of the Wild by Nicole Helget

9. when do you tend to read most?

on weekends, while i'm eating which i know is bad but i've gotta pick my battles and this is not one of them, sometimes after work depending on my energy levels, sometimes before bed depending on how well my brain is working

10. do you have a guilty fav?

i really try to not feel guilty about books that i like!!!!!! i sometimes feel weird about how much kid lit i read but i am a teacher and i want to stay up to date with current publications and ALSO whenever someone is like "oh you read X number of books last year but how many of them were picture books?" like tbh i bet even without the picture books i still read more books than most people but also picture books are an incredible medium for telling stories and i think more people should recognize and appreciate that and not be judgey about it.

11. what non-fiction books do you like if any?

i actually read quite a lot of nonfiction!!!! mostly history, environmental science, education, sociology, and sort of "self-help" focused (like ~wellness~ type books). it's one of my favorite ways to learn.

19. most disliked popular books?

okay i'm not NEARLY as much of a Written in the Stars hater as you are but i did not love it to the degree that everyone else seems to. in a similar vein, Satisfaction Guaranteed was straight-up Not Good. also The Midnight Library was like...fine?? everyone gushed over it and i kept expecting it to say something at all original or interesting and it just. didn't. it was so surface level and expected. like i enjoyed it, there were parts that i got emotional over, it was just kind of boring and i wanted it to be more than what it was. oh and When No One Is Watching had SO MUCH potential, the first half was fantastic, and then it just dropped off a CLIFF at the end and i was really sad for it because i wanted it to be so good.

20. what are things you look for in a book?

I'm splitting this up, because they are kind of different for me.

Kid Lit: books that honor and recognize the SIZE of the emotions that kids are feelings and the impact that has on them, i want books that don't minimize the experience of childhood. i like books where kids have good and safe and trustworthy adults in their life who aren't necessarily their parents. books that complicate traditional narratives and don't simplify issues into black and white because the author or publisher thinks the audience isn't capable of getting it. books where kids have agency and independence but also adult support. books that TRUST kids as readers to get it. books that can be enjoyed by kid readers and adult readers on two separate levels.

Adult Lit: books that put into words something i feel and don't have the language to express myself -- where i can recognize something in the pages even if all the details could not be more different. i mostly like character-driven fiction so although i don't need to LIKE the characters as people, they need to be interesting to me and i can't just straight up hate them. i'm less invested in plot but PACING is really important to me, so nothing can happen but it needs to happen at the right time.

also ideally all books should be gay :)

#personal #ask #books

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stealanity · 2 years

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kiss or kill? 🎃 the boyz — halloween special !

plot : on the night of october 31, the students of cre.ker university are invited into a huge halloween party, organized by the director. but once there, they're facing the biggest labyrinth they have ever seen in their life. before entering the maze, they get a marker and a plaque with « k i _ _ . » written on it. the students, now skeptical, have no idea of their uses, nor what awaits them behind these high hedges that seem endless. but they know one thing : they are in front their worst nightmare.

who do you think will survive?

pairing : student ! reader x ot11 ! tbz

genre : pure angst because it's a halloween special writing

warnings : grammatical errors, blood, so many deaths, just a lot of angst, insanity episode and a tiny little bit of fluff

word count : 9k>

taglist : @deputyjuyeon @sunfics @changminurheart @littleaprilcherryblossom @junjungsunwoo @wooyoung-a @from-xero @moonieric @l3l3luvs @gyehyeonist @chareadingpurposes @allyg-onz @zvae @moonshappiness-fanfics

can't be tagged : @4evertokyo @wintfleur

you didn't know what happened after you walked through the big white doors of your university. a weird smell, bodies on the ground, then everything around you turned black... when you opened your eyes again, your body was cold and your eyesight blurred, feeling unquestionably dizzy. as you tried to get up to see where you were now, you faced countless numbers of students, surrounded by tall hedges which give you some goosebumps along your spine. and that's when you knew you weren't at a normal halloween party at all.

you didn't know how you could have found yourself in such a situation, you didn't know how you found yourself now in front of tall hedges, surrounded by foreign heads all around you. you knew you should never have followed the inscriptions engraved on this orange envelope, mysteriously slipped into your locker. you knew you should have stayed comfortably on your couch, watching crappy horror movies with a bowl of popcorn full in your hands, surrounded by all your friends. but your boring night hadn't thrilled anyone, mutually deciding to go to college for a halloween special party.

you should have known it was a bad idea when your mother told you she had a bad feeling. but you did not listen to her, preferring to stroll outside, in the autumn wind, with the company of the people who made you happy. and you ended up passed out in unknown consequences.

now standing up, you dust off your clothes, turning your head here and there to see some familiar face, without any success, just leaving you alone in the middle of a bunch of random students who didn't mean much for you. an unsatisfied sigh left the barrier of your lips, crossing your arms in annoyance against your chest, an unpleasant feeling pecking at your cold fingertips. you won't waste the chance to tell the boyz you were right, that coming here for the halloween party was a really bad idea.

as you were about to move through the crowd, a thud sounded stopped you in your walk : four masked people placed themselves on a pedestal right in front of you. they remained silent, while a few people around you began to whisper softly, wondering why and how they were there. you were not reassured to be facing these people on your own, and although you tried not to think about it too much, your eyes were focused on their superior looks. a student braver than the rest, shouted from the back of the yard, to ask what the hell you all were doing here.

without response from them, some became afraid, voluntarily moving away from them. until a fifth person shows up, much more imposing and terrifying than the previous ones. he had a completely black mask, not showing any trace of his skin, or of his eyes : it was like staring into nothingness. « my dear students, welcome to my halloween party ! it's an honor to have you all with us. », his modified voice made your blood run cold, giving you a huge uncomfortable feeling, « before explaining anything to you, i want to warn you that there is no way out other than this labyrinth. »

not to lie, you were starting to seriously panic. who were these people and what were you doing there? your questions needed answers, and this very quickly. the dark night covered your thoughts, focused on the possible idea that everything was going to be fine, despite the bad feeling that was growing deep inside you. « good. now that i have your full attention, let me explain the game i created especially for you, » you knew something bad was going to be announced, but you still cherished the hope of a night without pitfalls, wishing for nothing more than to come home safe and sound, « first of all, let my friends give you a plaque and a marker, that you must not lose. »

looking around casually, you took the time to study the faces of some people : some girls looked panicked, hiding behind their boyfriends, using them as a potential shield, some boys were tough guys, ready to pounce on anyone who dared to bore them. and you were there, patiently waiting to try to understand all this staging that was playing around you, letting your mind go wild. after long minutes of waiting, your ears rocked by the whispers of the other students, one of the masked men stood in front of you. his gloved hands handed you a plaque and marker as agreed, and you felt his gaze — although camouflaged — pierced the deepest point of your soul.

« consider this plaque as your most precious medal, it is the most crucial point of our game. » — the man with the too imposing aura spoke again in his amused voice, or unhealthy for your liking. in front of him, you felt extremely small, the stress gradually gaining your muscles and your heart, making your legs extremely weak. you sighed, trying to come back to your senses, watching this plate carefully with your curious eyes. it had nothing interesting : it was just white, with a k, an i, and two underscores following in the middle of the latter. sliding the plate around your neck as he explained, carefully storing the marker in your jacket pocket, you looked again at this man who now raised his arms to the sky, as if he felt victorious over the scene unfolding in front of him.

« well, let's talk about the game now, » he took a slight break, pivoting on himself to pace, « the name of the game is 'kiss or kill', and as you can see only the k and the i are written on your medals. the object of the game is that no matter who you come across in this labyrinth, you will have to complete their plate and vice versa, with the end of the word you prefer. more clearly, add two 's' to save them, or two 'l' to kill them. » — and here it is finally, the panic that had been crackling for long minutes in the pit of your stomach.

the game was about having to kill people? spill their blood on the ground and see them lose their lives in front of you? so that meant you could all live by simply noting two 's', right? but you knew some people would be crazy enough to write down two 'l' and watch them die without doing anything to save them. moving all over the place, you started to really tell yourself that you had to find your friends before it all went any further, you had to find a familiar face at all costs to reassure you mentally and tell you that everything will be fine. because you didn't want to believe that something bad could potentially happen to them between those tall hedges. it was just a horrible nightmare, right? it was all just the result of the horrors stories told by changmin, right? you were going to wake up and find refuge in sangyeon's comforting arms, right? and sulk when you hear kevin's mocking laughter, who will get struggled by juyeon for teasing you, right?

you quickly come to your senses when someone shoves you violently, almost knocking you to the floor. the boy was starting to panic a little too much, screaming that he wanted to get out of here : you could even see tears running down his cheeks. but soon that wasn't the only thing you could see along his pale cheek, the tears replaced by a red and warm liquid escaping from his head. a horrible noise made one of your ears dizzy, when a pistol bullet penetrated the skull of this panicked young student. you were nailed to the spot, the air suddenly missing you, your eyes wide open like marbles at the sight of his body crashing to the ground, right at your feet. never in your life have you felt so nauseous, and the urge to collapse in your turn was greatly felt. you wanted to run away from here, but the fear of dying like this young man was crippling you.

« well, well, well.. you young people, you never listen to what we told you, » he said, putting the gun he had in his hand straight into his pocket, « anyway, let's continue the explanations. » this man definitely had no heart, his nonchalant manner of speaking and the non-reaction to the murder he had just committed, proved it well. you couldn't do anything, panic and fear crippling you from the inside. the tremors of your fingers went through each of your limbs, making standing far too complicated. you slowly pivoted towards the masked man, ignoring the blood that was flowing on the floor, inviting itself under your shoes. « before entering the maze, you will line up, one after the other, and draw in these large boxes, a card. if you are lucky you will come across a white card, which will leave you free to choose. free to leave your comrades alive or to kill them. if you are the ugly duckling, you will stumble upon a red card, the latter automatically requiring you to kill anyone who crosses your path. and above all, no one should know the color of your card, under any circumstances. »

nothing but terror crackled around you. what were you supposed to do? run away from it all to save your life? find friends to look for a solution? you were stuck in the face of it all, trying to control your breathing so as not to cause a panic attack. you just thought you were having a good evening with your friends, enjoying the autumnal wind in your hair, the air brightened up with your laughter. but none of this had happened : you had stepped into a surrealist nightmare in which you found yourself alone. following the instructions of the game master, you placed yourself in one of the lines, a few people in front of you.

you were biting your nails badly, nervous about the future events unfold. you didn't want to see eric's purity and youth taken from him, you did not want to see chanhee's beautiful outfits, stained with blood, you didn't want to remember jacob's melodious voice, only in your memories, and you especially didn't want to see sunwoo's smile fly away to the stars. the more you advanced, the more you wanted to burst into tears.

what would happen if you had to draw the red card? will you become a murderer? will you have to kill your friends? you couldn't believe something like this was happening to you, you had no one to comfort you, no one to tell you that everything is going to be alright. you didn't have hyunjae's reassuring words or younghoon's warm hands to comfort you and dry all your tears. you didn't have haknyeon' smile to take away all your sorrows : you were just alone, trapped in your dark thoughts.

as the students moved forward, you now stood in front of this large black box, carefully observing the masked man standing beside it. you prayed inside that you didn't fall on the red card, the mere idea of becoming a murderer because of this card, making you want to throw up. your trembling hand moved towards the entrance of the box, diving inside the box : you did not dare to make the slightest movement, shaking your fingers again and again between the pieces of cardboard. you closed your eyes as hard as you could, sending invisible signals to the stars for them to have mercy on you. you couldn't fall on the red card, nobody deserved it. « yah, you, hurry up where we're going to die there. » — a disgruntled student squeezed you, getting a slap on the back of his head by one of his friends. you nodded briskly, drawing a random card, hiding it in your sleeve, away from curious eyes, before rushing into the terrifying hedgerows.

a sigh left your lips, quickly pulling you away from the noise the other participants were making, your insecure strides heading in you-don't-know-what directions. as you moved away, you found yourself in a disturbing half-light, trying to calm the too fast palpitations of your poor little heart. looking around, you don't see anyone on the horizon, allowing you in this way, to discover the color of your card. with a trembling and hesitant hand, you maneuvered so that your fingers were facing your face, sliding the card upwards to discover its color.

that color that made you cry.

« y/n ! »

that all-too-familiar voice made you jump, not daring to lift your face to make direct contact with the hazel eyes of one of your closest friends. but the relief of finally being able to find some comfort made you move, your weak body ending in warm and reassuring arms that you had missed so much. you finally allowed yourself to burst into tears, letting your face be engulfed in the heat of sangyeon's body, your hands clinging firmly to him. « are you okay? are you hurt? » — his trembling but reassuring voice reaches your ears, but no words seemed to want to leave the barrier of your lips. like they're stuck deep in your throat. you felt him move away from you for a few moments, his hands grabbing your face to carefully observe every part of your face, looking for the slightest possible injury. as an answer, you simply nodded negatively, drowning yourself in the sincerity and benevolence of his eyes.

sangyeon was like the big brother you never had : he was there to dry away your tears, to help you with your homework, to drive you to college, to defend you when people come after you.. he had never let go of your hand and now this day was going to ruin everything. « don't worry, we're all gonna get out of here alive, i promise. » — but you knew sangyeon himself didn't believe a single word of his promise. he knew full well that there were going to be losses in your friends, because he knew all too well the cruelty of humanity.

it killed you to know that he already had one foot in the grave when he crossed you, it killed you to know that the warmth of his arms would soon fly away in an unforgettable memory to join the rays of the sun. another sob escaped your lips, attracting the attention of the boy you considered your big brother to you. but he didn't cry, instead of that, he watched you with his benevolent and reassuring eyes, his warm gaze piercing your whole soul. your heart was aching so much that you felt like it was going to burst in your chest and break your rib cage to go away from all this pain that was slowly destroying each of your limbs. you had never felt a pain like this : this kind of pain that just wanted to make you scream with all your strength to try a little to relieve you.

« listen, we're just gonna top off those damn plates with two s, and then, we will continue together to save the others, okay? » — the silent beating of your heart was screaming to him to stop looking at you like this, with the eyes of a benevolent big brother. because you knew that loving and reassuring gaze, though terrified, would soon be gone forever. « sangyeon.. » — the words seemed stuck in your throat again, the rest of your words not wanting to escape your mouth. and sangyeon had no other reaction than to break your heart a little more, by coming to place the most comforting kiss on your forehead. like the exemplary big brother he was for you. his hand patted warmly the top of your head, a smile that made his eyes disappear taking place on his face.

you hated this feeling in you : the feeling to touch the hope of a future in his company. because you knew that it would be impossible, you knew that in a few moments, sangyeon would still be present in your heart, but no longer on earth. imitating his movements, despite your eyesight blurred by new tears, you searched your jacket pocket with your trembling hand, that famous black marker that had the power to seal your fate in barely a fraction of second. you bitterly regretted having crossed again the sincerity of his eyes, while he has just engraved the two small missing letters of your plate. just like you did, although they are different from his.

you didn't dare look up at him, you didn't dare to face his benevolent gaze when you had just signed his death warrant. but in a moment of weakness, you laid your eyes on sangyeon's angelic smile, warming your heart little by little. and unfortunately, you trusted the crackle of hope dawning deep in your stomach, at the sight of his warm and comforting hand reaching out to you, offering you a moment of paradise in this walking nightmare. and just when you wanted to give in to temptation, melting under the desire for a future by his side, you extended your hand to his, ready to grab it, but...

but a thudding noise stopped you in your run, with small hot droplets came to paint your doll face.

you felt the splinters of his blood run down your cheeks. you couldn't believe all your hopes had just gone up in smoke. you couldn't move, silently watching sangyeon's smile escape his lips, until his body falls miserably to the ground. you wanted to scream but you couldn't, you wanted to run away from here but you couldn't, you wanted to breathe but the air seemed stuck in your lungs. you couldn't do anything, feeling your heart stop beating at the sight of the pool of blood gradually drawing around his head, coloring the strands of his light hair. you were paralyzed, obsessed with that bullet hole in sangyeon's temple, he was dead in front of you and you were unable to do anything.

your body seemed to respond to your orders again when you heard footsteps approaching you, running to your body paralyzed by fear and guilt. lifting your head with difficulty, taking your frightened eyes away from the silhouette of the boy you considered as your big brother by heart, your troubled sight entered the soul with a face far too familiar again.

you were now facing the terrified eyes of hyunjae, his pupils filled with fear, going back and forth between sangyeon's inert body and your shaking hands. and he blamed himself terribly, he blamed himself for letting your innocent eyes see the dead body of one of your friends before him.

because in his head, you couldn't have done such a horrible willful act. because for him, you just couldn't be responsible for sangyeon's death.

so his first instinct was to run up to you, pull you into his arms by deliberately camouflaging your face in the crook of his neck, and run as far as possible to get you away from these atrocities. after a run that seemed like an eternity, his footsteps stopped in a corner, trying somehow to hide you both from the others' eyes. he could feel your heart pounding against his chest, he could feel your body shaking with all its limbs under his fingers, he could feel your jerky breathing, and read the fear in your eyes. his hand wrapped around the back of your head, keeping your face camouflaged against his skin. tears finally seemed to want to flow, streaming down your bloodstained red cheeks, bursting into tears in hyunjae's arms. your fingers clinging to his jacket like your life depended on it, broke his heart in millions pieces, causing a flow of panic to intrude into his muscles.

« i'm s-sorry.. » — you managed to say, letting another sob disturb your ears, as he just hugged you tighter, engulfing you in its reassuring envelope. he was trying the best he could to drive out all the demons that were trying to appropriate your heart, but feeling your weight melt in his arms, he knew you were on the verge of sinking. « no, no. i'm the one who is sorry, » his big warm hands made contact with your cheeks, forcing your blank gaze to dive into his, « sorry for not having been able to protect you. »

his fingers came delicately to wipe the tears from your cheeks, not paying attention to the now dried blood that was spoiling the perfection of your opaline skin. even in this state, hyunjae saw you as the most wonderful woman in his life, and he wanted to eradicate all the people who dared to break your warm heart and changed your innocent eyes into an uncontrollable fear. « jae.. i'm scared.. » — your voice sounded so weak, it gave him some chills, but he had to stay strong for you and do everything to protect you, even if hyunjae had to lose his life for that.

but you already knew he was going to die, and seeing him so protective with you only tore your heart a little more every second. your tiny hands let go of his jacket collar, letting your forehead rest heavily against his chest, trying to calm you down by listening to his damaged heartbeat. gently stroking your hair in a comforting way, hyunjae inspected the place around you, keeping his ears open to the slightest possible suspicious noise. but no one seemed to come, which gave him a little time to reassure you as much as possible.

but just as he was about to talk to you, find the right words to ensure you an imminent exit from this morbid place, a voice in a speaker made you both jump. « you must complete your plates immediately, if you don't want to be killed right away. here is the count : 1.. 2.. » — you felt your heart leap out of your chest, and panic consumed you again. you didn't want to relive that, you didn't want to see hyunjae's body covered in blood, you didn't want to lose him too. « no, no, no, no, please no.. » your trembling fingers clung to his hands, refusing to let go under any pretext. but the count continued to advance, « 3.. 4.. » and the fear of dying began to gain the muscles of hyunjae who hastened to grab his marker despite your grip around his wrists. « listen, y/n, just write these damn letters before we both die. » — he didn't want to yell at you, but the panic and the fear got the better of him. he hastened to complete your plate with two small s, before putting the marker in your hand, encouraging you to use it to do like him.

but you couldn't do it, and he didn't understand why. you were forcing yourself to tell yourself that he didn't know what was going to happen. he didn't know that in a few second, you would face his blood on your clothes, the stopping of his hot heart, the closing of his eyelids. he didn't know that in a few minutes you will lose him forever, and that the echo of his laughter will haunt your thoughts for the rest of your life. « 6.. 7.. » he didn't know you would live with the trauma of watching your friends die in front of your eyes, without being able to do anything about it. he didn't know that you were already going to lose two of the most precious people in your life.

he didn't know why you were so hesitant, nor why your shaking hands weren't able to write two unfortunate little letters. why were you so scared, knowing that two simple 's' could save both of your lives? he definitely didn't understand the nature of your behavior, but what he understood is that if you did not hurry, it was that he was going to die soon. « y/n, for god's sake h— ».

« 8.. 9.. » — for the last minutes of his life, hyunjae found himself lost in the black of your eyes, trying to find the slightest trace that you went completely crazy for not to writing those damn letters. but at the last second, you finally brought your hand to his plate, engraving the two letters he dared not look. your eyes now full of tears, you hoisted yourself up on your tiptoes to hang your arms around hyunjae's neck, pulling him as strongly as possible against your frail body. you whispered endless sorry to him as he tried so hard to get rid of your hold, without success. he knew what he expected, he now knew his fate was sealed.

« 10. »

the same thud ricocheted off the tall hedges around you, and you felt the whole weight of your friend's body fall on you.

you couldn't hold back your tears in the face of the current pain : the one of your heavy heart, caused by the death of sangyeon and now the death of hyunjae, then the one of your bloody ear from the horrible sound of a bullet exploding a skull. hyunjae's head fell against your shoulder, and you felt his warm blood run down your arm, washed up on the ground through your fingers. the side of your head was now covered in blood, slightly blurring your sight, and you felt hyunjae's body unhook from yours to crash on the ground at your feet.

the nightmare you were currently experiencing was pinning you on your spot, and you didn't even dare to imagine the horrors you were going to see after that. you didn't want to meet your friends anymore, you didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. you were trying to walk nonchalantly, your legs so heavy they made you suffer excruciatingly. you didn't want to stay close to his dead body and see the scene of his death as a video in replay on youtube. the mere sight of the depth of his scared eyes in yours, making you wanna fall to the ground to cry.

after a few minutes of walking, you dropped yourself on a corner, letting your body slide against the hedge to reach the cold ground. you felt dirty : the sweat of fear sticking to your skin like caramel. using your sleeve of your jacket, you tried to remove the blood that covered your face, mixed by the salty pearls which categorically refused to stop flowing. how could you keep moving forward under these conditions? just knowing that your friends will surely die one after the other? you definitely couldn't take this.

curled up on yourself, you do not extend the slow steps towards you, until a hand rests on your knee, causing an unfortunate reflex to end up right in the middle of a boy's torso. after you came back to your senses, you opened your eyes again to hearing moans of pain from this person. recognizing the latter's face, you got up hastily to land at his side, placing your hands on his cheeks to lift his face to yours. « oh god, younghoon, i'm so sorry. » — his hands went up in front of you, shaking his head negatively, assuring you that everything was okay.

helping him to get up, you took the time to observe him for a long time : his face was stained with blood, like yours, and his big hands were covered in red. you knew you weren't the only one to have faced horrors, to have seen people die in front of your eyes, and younghoon was the proof. as all was silent around you two, you saw tears running down his face, mingling with the drops of blood covering his cheeks, while he seemed to search for his words before speaking. guiding your hand to younghoon's face, you brushed his cheek with your fingertips, causing him to lift his face towards you, connecting his dark bruised gaze into yours. « y/n, » he began softly, in a weak, trembling voice, and you noticed that his rosy lips started to shake uncontrollably, « i saw jacob and.. and kevin.. and they were.. they were.. »

you did not run out of time to understand what he was going to say, letting your body come into contact with hers in a warm embrace, but cradled with the fear of dying. younghoon clung to you like his life depended on it, like you clung to him to find some semblance of comfort in him. your hands caressed his back as you fought your own tears, your heart aching as much as a stab right in the middle of it. you had the impression of not feeling anything anymore, as if all the pain and the fear that you had endured until then, had destroyed little by little each of your emotions. were you really going to witness each of your friends' deaths one after the other?

« they were there, as if they were sleeping except they were no longer breathing.. you are the first person i meet, and i'm relieved to know i'm gonna live a little longer.. » — the nervous little laugh that left younghoon's lips after that, broke you in two. how could such an angelic being as him, could die there, in front of your eyes, in less than a minute? younghoon had always been extremely sweet and kind to you, it was him, the best to melt your heart like marshmallow. his hand clings to yours, staring at your blood spotless fingers, and he couldn't imagine what you've been going through so far.

he watched your face carefully, you were definitely not the same as the day before : your eyes seemed empty, your smile was no longer warm and reassuring, it had become weak and afraid. your rosy cheeks were covered in blood, beads of sweat slipped down your skin. « did you meet him? » — you knew exactly who he was talking about, and luckily for you, you had not yet crossed paths with this person. and you hoped you would never meet him here. you shook your head negatively, offering him a small smile while playing nervously with the edge of your t-shirt. younghoon didn't know what else to say, and you watched him silently nibble his lower lip, until he searches in his pocket to grab his marker, and completely, on his own, your plate with the two 's' to save your life.

you looked up at his delicate fingers, which handed you his own marker, a warm smile filled with hope dawning on younghoon's blood-soaked face. and you felt it again, that heartbroken feeling of seeing the innocence and purity of tour friend's face, join the stars. you didn't want to take the marker, you wanted to hear this count again to spend a little more time in hoon's company, you wanted to enjoy a little longer his kind smile that made your heart sparkle, making sure that you were still alive.

but you grabbed it, praying that his eyes would never look at the word written on his plate, because you wanted that smile which made his eyes disappear into two crescent moons, to be the last of the most beautiful memories you can have of him. younghoon was going to make the most beautiful trip to paradise, letting a pink cloud filled with his smiles invade your hackneyed mind.

you didn't flinch when the bullet hit his skull, causing him to jump before he fell heavily on the ground. you didn't walk away, when his blood ran down your legs. you didn't cry, when his smile and his soul left his being forever. you didn't panic, when you realized that younghoon had definitely just flown off to heaven, once again leaving you alone, surrounded by the frightening demons who were now controlling your emotions.

you no longer knew who you were, nor what was right or wrong. you no longer knew who the blood on your clothes belonged to, you no longer knew how many plates you had filled, you no longer knew who you had crossed during your wobbly walk. you no longer knew anything. you only saw red, screams, dull noises, bruised smiles and empty eyes. nothing made sense anymore, and you were convinced you were locked in a dreadful nightmare that was eating you inside. maybe if you killed everyone in your path, you would wake up in your bed, in warm arms, greeted by a benevolent smile that would rock your soul. maybe if you played selfish, thinking only about yourself, maybe someone will pinch you so hard, you will wake up immediately. but the problem was you didn't remember falling asleep. you remembered very clearly putting on your jacket, kissing your mother's cheek before stepping outside, harassing your group chat to inform your friends of your near arrival. you remembered coming to cre.ker university and going through those big doors, which had to lead you to the most boring college halloween party in the country.

a sobbing laugh left your lips, almost making you choke on your saliva, as you leaned towards younghoon. you took care to gently close younghoon's eyelids, placing a cold kiss on his cheek before walking away. no matter who could cross your path now, all these people would have called you crazy. your messy hair fell over your face, camouflaging your empty dark eyes, your arms running along your body like you're nothing more than a puppet. you had the impression of walking slowly down the corridor of the condemned, your legs were heavy, as if all the dead and lost souls in this labyrinth had clung to you. you wandered aimlessly, your eyes staring at the ground, ignoring the blood that stuck to your skin and stained your clothes. nothing mattered anymore. what would eric say, if he had been there?

wait.

you stopped your walk, eyes round like marbles, suddenly realizing that your little brother was also supposed to come to the party. all of sudden, your emotions jostled, ricocheting in every still active corner of your head, letting panic pour into your body. nothing else mattered, your one and only goal was to find your brother and get him out of this nightmare, alive. you needed to see his blond head again, need to see the essence of the pure youth that he was, need to see him smile at you, assuring you that everything was ok. so you started to run, screaming his name at the top of your lungs, taking every possible turn in search of a familiar figure.

but the person you bumped into, was not the one you were looking for. in front of you, simply juyeon's frightening cat eyes staring at your nonchalant face. he noticed that your eyes were no longer the same, that the sparks deep inside them were no longer there, as if your soul had left your body. the blood covering the limbs of your body, caused him countless chills along his spine, finding no trace of your intact doll skin. you looked dead, empty like a simple shell, your heartbeat no longer resonating in your chest, the silence echoing inside you like a tin can. you weren't the y/n he knew.

and he was not wrong, because right now, you were like a stray cat, ready to do anything to find what will give him warmth on a winter evening. you had to find that spark that could revive your sleeping heart, exhausted from all the pain it had endured.

but the mere idea of eric's body without life, made you want to die too.

so right now, all you cared about, was your little brother.

juyeon, although hesitant, approached you, brushing your face with his large hands to move your hair away from your face. your eyes were fixed on an invisible point he couldn't determine, and he might shake your cheeks to make you react, you seemed way too far away for him to reach you. his eyes became two round marbles when he felt your delicate fingers circled his wrist, squeezing the latter so tight that he felt like his blood flow had stopped. the sight of your face destroyed by the tears of suffering running down your flushed cheeks, broke his heart like never before.

he wanted to hug you, drive away all your fears, reassure you and comfort you, but he was paralyzed by fear. petrified by your black eyes which seeming to swallow him up, attracting him to your world stripped of meaning and life. your subconscious seemed to react for you, picking up your mind slightly to hold on to him, bearing all the sadness in the world on your face. « ju.. where's my brother? » — your crackling voice made juyeon's eyes glaze over, nervously nibbling the inside of his cheek. how could he explain to you that your precious little brother's soul had left the world of the living? how could he explain to you that his body had collapsed in his arms? how could he explain to you that he saw a pool of his best friend's blood forming around him without being able to do anything about it?

« y/n, i, » juyeon didn't know how to admit it to you, he didn't know how to tell you that he had abandoned eric's lifeless body a little further than here, « i'm sorry but.. he's gone.. someone has.. » — but he didn't have the time to finish his sentence that you collapsed on the floor, your knees hitting hard against the concrete, as your hands clung tightly to your hair. you couldn't breathe, as if two hands were pressed against your throat, completely depriving you of air. your eyesight was blurred, pulling on your hair so hard that a few strands got stuck between your fingers.

you couldn't believe juyeon let your brother die.

you couldn't believe he killed him.

juyeon cautiously approached you, placing his warm hand on your shoulder. but your mind was playing tricks on you, making you see things that weren't there : like juyeon's bloodstained hands of your little brother's blood, or that victorious smile at the corner of his lips, while a machiavellian laughter escaped from his mouth. you only saw red, you saw red all over the place, all over his face, causing your blood to boil in your veins, making you shake way too hard. juyeon didn't understand when you threw yourself on him, tear-filled eyes while yelling at him, your little hands hitting his face that he was trying as best as he can to protect.

juyeon couldn't believe that, a person as nice as you, could have become some kind of uncontrollable monster. he could no longer see your eyes nor your smile, all he saw was a black hole, his ears aching upon hearing your heartbreaking complaints. « you killed him, lee juyeon, you killed my brother, » you tell him, coming and sticking your nails into his cheek, scratching his cheek so hard that traces of blood were formed, making him wince in pain, « you left him alone in the cold, you left him there ! » hatred was felt in your words, laying eric's death on the shoulders of his best friend.

juyeon wanted to admit his defeat, bursting into tears in turn, because deep down, you were probably right, he had unconsciously caused eric's death. the only difference between your two views was that you saw him as if he was proud of it, while he was angry with himself to the point of wishing his own death.

which happened, when you signed his death warrant by engraving two 'l' on his plate. but he didn't blame you, because he knew that in your normal state, you would never do such a thing. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful and the nicest of all the persons on earth, he placed total trust in you, he would have pounced on anyone who could have attacked you. he knew how pain could throw people off, he knew the pain in his body, at the very moment the bullet hit his skull, was nothing compared to the pain deep in your heart. because he knew that your brother's death, was like signing your go straight to heaven. or hell.

juyeon saw his life suddenly go by, his memories sweeping deep in his subconscious so that he only keeps a good memory about it. he saw your dazzling smile, rocked by the light of the sunset on a summer evening, your hand clinging to eric's, letting you both fall into the sea. he saw your sulky face, leaning against his shoulder, sitting at a table in the cafeteria, while chanhee was lectured you for he-doesn't-know-what. he saw you that day, in front of his door, your clothes soaked from the rain, and your eyes filled with tears from an argument with your parents, but the sincere smile that adorned your lips when he opened the door was worth all the gold in the world. it was that kind of moment he wanted to remember : the times when the bubbly person that you were could fill his heart with happiness, like no one had ever done before. « i'm sorry.. » — his weak and muffled voice, almost inaudible, didn't even make you react. he knew there was nothing he could do about it, but he knew he had to apologize before he left. juyeon was not afraid to die, but he was afraid that the old you would remain a prisoner of your demons. so, instead of thinking about the few seconds he had left to live, he prayed that someone would come and deliver you from your thorny tower. it was his last wish.

when you saw juyeon lose his life right in front of your eyes, you didn't feel anything. no pain, no regrets, nothing. just a deep void that you thought you would fill. you thought that, by killing juyeon, you would avenge eric's death, to make your heart less heavy. but none of that happened : the same sadness and pain continued to roar at the top of their lungs in your body, echoing against the walls of your bones. you were gradually sinking into the anger that was gnawing at your soul, gently pulling you into the hell that your life was becoming.

lost far in your morbid thoughts, you didn't see a new person approaching you, their hand hitting your cheek so hard that you lost your balance, falling to the ground. you were too shocked to react, not having time to come to your senses, that another blow comes crashing down on your frail body.

lost in your insanity episode, you hadn't noticed that a third person witnessed your little bloody scene with juyeon. changmin was in total shock, witnessing in horror the most heinous scene he had seen in his life. noting that he was a huge horror movie fan, seeing it in real life, right in front of his eyes, caused a whole different effect : chills rolling across his skin, irregular breathing, weak legs, and shaking hands. he was paralyzed because of the monster you had become, but it was his duty to get you back to earth.

changmin dropped down beside you when you tried so hard to get up, holding your head with your hand because of the feeling of dizziness. he had hit you so hard, that you saw stars spinning around you, but that did not prevent your hatred from increasing in you. you couldn't let it go, maybe changmin was also responsible for eric's death? after all, he was the one who insisted on coming to the party. but his grip around your wrists, nailing them to the ground, was far too firm for you to be able to make any movement. « are you fucking crazy y/n? » — changmin's voice was squeaky, divided between hatred to see his friend's inert body by your fault, not far from you, and the fear of having to say goodbye to your pure soul forever. he was sure he had lost countless members of his friendly circle today, he didn't want to include you among them too.

you looked at him silently, looking for a way to let go of his hold. you felt the whole weight of his body on yours, nailed you to the ground. nothing seemed to want to come to your mind, like you're definitely trapped in his arms. his warm and comforting arms. the heat emanating from changmin's body, gradually awakened your senses, and suddenly you burst into tears, no longer supporting all the pain that ran through your veins. changmin didn't know how to react : he remained vigilant, afraid that you would take him by surprise, but at the same time, seeing you cry so painfully, like you want to evacuate your broken heart through your tears, reactivated his protective side towards you.

he slightly released his grip on your wrists, pulling his face away from yours to observe your face eaten away by sadness. « what should i do changmin.. », your broken voice took him by surprise, and he felt the guilt crush his shoulders. how dare he lay such a violent hand on you? « yah.. don't cry.. » — he slipped his arms around you, rocking to the side to pull you into his arms, consoling your bruised heart as best he could. you were crying against his chest now, changmin's eyes riveted on the starry sky : this night had definitely ruined your lives, and he didn't know how to get out of it.

« how can i live without eric? », your body ached excruciatingly, like every piece of your skin went up in smoke, your hands desperately clinging to changmin' stained t-shirt, « how am i supposed to live with this pain all the time? » — he felt so bad, because he hadn't thought about how you could possibly feel, but the sight of your hands intentionally killing one of your friends made him want to throw up.

« it hurts so much.. » — when he was going to put his hands in your hair, to dust off your tangled locks, he came face to face with your evil smile that made his blood run cold. he had let his guard down a little too much, softened by your tears and the sweetness of your voice, that he had forgotten your hands covered in blood and your bruised soul. you had gone nuts, and he resented the whole world for making this sight, the last memory he could have of you. he let his eyes drag down your arm, finally reaching your hand, where a certain black marker swirled between your fingers. he was horrified, seeing the evil smile that painted your rosy lips, until he had a hard time looking down at his plate, now filled with two 'l'.

you waved at him in a funny way, laughing so evil that his heart stopped beating, petrified with fear. you had become his worst nightmare, even worse than that crazy party he was in now. he never thought he would see something like this in his life, he never thought he would experience the horror of seeing a precious friend die in front of his eyes, he never thought he would witness your loss, seeing you sink into madness.

you didn't move when the thud of the bullet penetrating his skull, neither when the splashes of his blood burst on your face, nor when a metallic taste slipped on your tongue. you believed for a second, see changmin's soul leaving his now dead body, cursing you with his whole being. but your thoughts quickly fade away, plunging you back into the darkness you created.

after dropping out of changmin, you walked away slowly, moving your feets little by little, singing a happy song despite the tragedy that rocked your halloween party. your fingers brushed the greenery of the hedges, as the hallways around you seemed deserted and silent. turning around a corner, your eyes fell on a bloody body on the ground. you could have recognized this blond hair between miles, and this jacket that he never even took off to sleep. you were facing eric's lifeless body, which lay in his own blood, covering part of the ground around him. you slowly moved closer to him, letting your scraped knees violently hit the ground, guiding your trembling hands to his cold face.

squatting on the floor, your little brother's head on your knees, your fingers getting lost in the reddened strands of his hair. he looked peaceful, and you sincerely wished he hadn't suffered. a hand on your shoulder got you out of your trance — and raising your eyes to the sky, you came face to face with the sweet face of the key to all your worries. a soft smile painted your lips, mirroring his, rekindling the flame of your soaring soul. « you look like heaven. » — your voice in a whisper rocked his heart, reaching out to you to get you up.

but inside, he was petrified. sunwoo had a reputation for being scared easily, and this night full of horror hadn't helped him. he might have looked like heaven to you, but to him, you were currently the perfect representation of hell. the touch of your hand in his made his blood run cold, silently observing your destructive doll face, covered in blood and dirt. obviously he found you extraordinarily beautiful, but he knew it was only his loving heart that made him feel sorry for you.

sunwoo's fingers intertwined yours, his sweet gaze piercing your bones until it reach the little humanity that remained at the bottom of your soul. he wanted to take advantage of the last moments that you had left to enjoy your company, remembering your soft touch that haunted his thoughts, of your warm lips mingling with his, of your melodious voice rocking his nights. sunwoo had fallen head over heels in love with the old y/n, the one with the warmest smile, the one with the purest gaze, the one with the sweetest laughter. the one who always took care of others, who sulked when people teased them, the one who was a zero in maths. he had fallen in love with the whispered i love you, with the stolen kisses from behind the big walls of the university, and with the last-minute date. nobody took possession of his heart like you did.

but he was now so scared of what you had become. he took as much as he could to keep his loving gaze in front of you, his soft eyes almost making you lose your balance. sunwoo was way too good to be real, and you couldn't believe he was part of the nightmare you were experiencing right now. « i was afraid of losing you, » you started, squeezing his hand with your little trembling fingers, your eyes bursting with tears hoping to have at least sunwoo saved, « i don't know what i would have done without you.. ». sunwoo felt his heart compress in his chest, making him feel like he was suffocating under your words.

tears rolled down your cheeks as your boyfriend watched those salty pearls finally fall to the floor. you looked so sad, broken, ruined, by all the horrible things you faced today. he felt like he saw you dead, but alive at the same time : he blamed himself for letting people destroy the precious person that you were. he missed your sincere smile and your beating heart. he was now facing a tin can, stripped of humanity and emotion. « it hurts so much woo, » you confessed to him, nervously nibbling your lower lip, « how can i survive with this.. »

he knew he had to do something, but first he had to collect all the courage he needed to achieve it.

because he knew you were the one who killed most of your common friends, because he knew you by heart. he knew the curve of your handwriting, he had recognized the way in which you had completed this word with the two 'l' he dreaded so much. and he saw, the number of different 's' written on your own plate, he knew you had caused countless deaths in your path. he knew that the blood on your hands probably belonged to younghoon, or even hyunjae.. and maybe eric? had you gone mad enough to cause your little brother's own death? he no longer knew who you were.

placing his left hand against your cheek, you melt against the heat of his body, this reassuring gesture planting a dagger right in your inert heart. « i love you, y/n. » — he finally said, rekindling the feelings that had previously vanished from you. and that's when he pressed his lips to yours, causing you to close your eyes to enjoy this horribly painful but gentle gesture. your body melted under his fingers, your heart beating again deep in your chest, your mind clouded by his i love you, echoing in your skull. sunwoo was all you had left, and his kisses were what still kept you alive.

lost in the flow of feelings that his lips provoked against yours, you didn't notice what was going on between your two bodies. with his skillful hand, sunwoo slipped the latter into his pocket, unscrewing the cap from the marker. as he continued to distract you by kissing you as if tomorrow didn't exist, he brought his fingers to your plate, writing down what no one had written on it : kill. when he pulled away from you, he felt tears escape from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. you were both crying silently, looking each other in the eye. and the only difference between you two, was that your face once again brought up that sincere smile that he was in love with, while the guilt made him keep a nonchalant expression.

« thank you for delivering me, kim sunwoo. » — and those were the last words you said before the bullet hit your skull, spurting your blood from your head, painting your boyfriend's perfect face. he watched your body fall to the ground, finding itself next to your brother, as his heart ached so much that he was afraid of collapsing in his turn. he had just killed the love of his life, and now he didn't know what to do. should he find out if any of your friends were still alive? did he have to find a way to go out of here?

but all of a sudden, everything turned black.

because you had the red card, that signed the death of all the people you met between these tall hedges.

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 3: Kindred Spirits Always Find A Way To Assemble

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Time: 5:30am

location: Louvre

Ladybug, Abeille, Bunnyx, Trickster, and Chat Noir are fighting an akuma, not anything major, just Mr. Pigeon and his pigeons trying to melt the Louvre with deadly acidic bird dropings, so yeah, nothing major. Just another early bird gets the akuma kinda day...

"Looks like the early bird is trying to melt the Louvre, what say you M'lady, shall we make this swift and- *Loud sneeze* Let me now *sneeze* when I'm *sneeze* needed" - Chat Noir

"For to long our kind has been oppressed, they feed us miserable seeds, when we beg for bread, we shall show them no mercy, as our justice shall be swift!" picks up two pigeons, holds them by their legs and aims the rear cannons "Surrender your Miraculous and your justice shall be swift and painless!!" with an evil villain laugh at the end bla bla bla.

" Anyone else getting Pigeon (French) Revolution vibes? No? just me? Cause I swear he said seeds instead of cake."

"Not the time Bunnyx." - Abeille

"Oh it so Is The Time." - Bunnyx

"Off with Mr. Pigeon Antoinette's Akumatized object!" - Chat Noir from a distance.

"Viva La Revolution!!!" - Trickster

"Dear Kwami, how did it come to a frickin Pigeon Revolution?!" - Ladybug

As the last line is said, Mr. Pigeon fires the -ehem- cannons at the heroes, only for them to be an illusion. In the confusion Bunnyx pops out of her burrow and wacks Mr. Pigeon on the head, effectively knocking him out.

"The Pigeon Revolution is over, we have taken back our home, and shall continue to defend it from the creepy Man of MOTH!!!!" - Bunnyx

and with that Bunnyx brakes the Akumatized object, and Ladybug purifies the akuma.

"Ok, I will admit that last speach was funny, now lets hurry back before hells bells go off." - Ladybug

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

" Bla bla bla, nothing important, bla bla bla bla, yada yada yada bla yada." - Mrs. Bustier

"'Viva La Revolution', that was perfect." - Whispering Alix

"It just came to me, but Chats 'Off with Mr. Pigeon Antoinette's Akumatized object' line and your 'Man of Moth' speech were really well timed !" -whispering Peter

"well of course, I'm always punctual with any time sensitive joke/pun." -whispering Alix

"Will you to zip it! we can't have these simpletons finding anything out!" -whispering Chloé

"Please, they all share a broken defective regect of a brain cell, I doubt they could ever put two and two together." -whispering Alix

"Hey, do you think we should start a protest in our classroom?" -whispering Peter

"... Viva.La.Revolution!" - whispering Chloé with a mischievous grin

"No." - Maria

•~—~—~—~ Later when Mrs. Bustier is out of class ~—~—~—~•

"I just don't know what to do." - Lie-la

" You think she finally realized how horrible that hair style is?" - Alix

"After visiting Gotham a few months ago I met Damian Wayne, you might've heard about him, he's just so amazing, kind-hearted, and brave. We had a wonderful time, but then he asked me out! And I don't want to hurt Parkers feelings, I care for both of them!" - Lie-la

"Man, she must be extremely full of it to keep pulling that sh-t out of her @ss every hour or so." - Alix

"Wow Peter, didn't know your cared for Ms. Rossi like that" - Chloé said in a sarcastic tone.

" I'd rather strap her to a supersonic rocket heading for a black hole, and I'm pretty sure this Damian Wayne would do the same... he probably has the money for it actually." - Peter

" Enough plotting, we still need to get enough money, if we want that summer trip, we've already crossed off: Baking sales, becoming a mime, jobs are out unless they're fine with you leaving right after joining, and we can't just ask for donations." - Maria

" I can use my MDC mon-" - Maria

"Oh hell no you won't! You worked your butt off to get that money, you said it yourself! That money is for when you apply to college! I refuse to let you waste your money on our ignoramus classmates!" - Chloé

Thankfully by now everyone was out of the classroom.

" Oh Kwami she's serious, she never uses her big words!" - Adrien

" Then what do you suggest Chloé?" - Maria

" I'll ask daddy to pay!" - Chloé

" I can also ask my father, he'll probably do it if Mr. Bourgeois puts in a donation." - Adrien

" But- " - Maria

" No! The decision is final all in agreement say aye!" - Chloé

"Aye!" - Everyone

"You've watched to many movies Chloé, fine, but please don't drastically overdo it." - Maria

" When have I ever drastically overdone something? Name one time." - Chloé

"Well, there was the time you over did it, by not sleeping for almost three weeks." - Maria

" and after that you got so fed up with one akuma that you kicked him with the force of a thousand suns down unda, you may have scared him for life after that honestly. " - Adrien

" Oh! or the time you went overboard with Peters B-day, and the cake landed on his face! - Alix

"Well in her defense, the cake was great, but it was kinda a mouthful." -Peter

"... I said name one time. (ー_ー)" - Chloé

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Sooo, after all that happened Mr. Bourgeois, Fallowed by Gabriel Agreste, gave a very generous donation, so that solves that problem.And since I'm sure you don't want to see (More Lies) boring stuff, lets skip to two days before the trip begins.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜time skip " You're welcome, I'm here all eternity." - Bunnyx〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

•—–· At Chloés Hotel ·–—•

"Ok are we sure we have everything?" - Maria

" Yes now can we please watch something already, we've triple, and even quadruple checked everything, we're good." - Alix

" I have to go out and inform Tempête and Vipère, before anything else, be back soon." - Maria then heads out calling upon the other heroes.

" So what do you need?" - Vipère

" Do you have a top secret mission for us?" - Tempête

" For the summer Abeille, Bunnyx, Trickster, and Chat Noir will be unavailable, unless they are truly needed, I however will be able to travel back and forth via portals for fights. Paris will be in your care while we aren't here." - Ladybug

"It is our honor, we shall defend Paris with our lives." - Tempête

" Agreed, enjoy your summer." - Vipère

"Thank you, stay safe." and with that Maria headed back to the hotel prepared to watch movies, only to be bombarded with questions as soon as she got back.

" HOLD UP! You know MAGIC?!" - Alix

" When were you going to tell us?!" - Chloé

"So cool, how does it work?" - Peter

" Can you teach us?!" - Adrien

" Spots-Off, yes I know magic, I swear I've told you before. Do you want a demonstration?" - Maria

They all shook their heads excitedly.

" Ok well, I'm able to Heal myself if I get hurt, but I don't wish to hurt myself just for that, I can also increase my Luck with magic, as well as Communicate/ Manipulate plants, and see peoples Souls, thanks to Tikki. I learned Protection magic thanks to Wayzz, and Illusion magic thank to Trixx. I'm also learning Teleportation from Kaalki, which I've almost completed, and Mutitude from Mullo, which still needs work." - Maria

" If you can really talk to plants, what did we do earlier while you where out, hmmmmm?" - Alix

Maria then walks over to the roses near the couch and whispers to them, after a moment she turns back to her friends, and calmly says "Traitors."

" What do you mean?" - Peter

" You continued watching Star Wars: Clone Wars Without me!" - Maria

" Ok we believe you, but does this mean we can also use magic?" - Adrien

"Hmmm, let me see" as she says this her eyes start to glow an almost ethereal icy blue.

" Why are you eyes glowing?" - Chloé

"Looking at you souls... ok" she then claps her hands and her eyes go back to normal "Adrien, you can use slight Destruction magic on objects, if you use it on a person it would just cause them extreme pain, you can also cast Bad Luck on someone, so I guess thats good, and you can also learn slight Jubilation magic. Peter you can learn Illusion, and Protection magic. Chloé you can Learn Subjection, and Multiplication magic. And Alix, you can learn Evolution, Intuition, and Teleportation magic." As Maria finished, she saw the star struck looks in their eyes at the thought of learning magic became obtainable for them.

"Teach us!" they all bowed only to get a laugh from Maria in response.

"You would have to ask the Kwamis that, I only know what I know thanks to them." - Maria

And for most of the night they all started practicing magic. And when they woke up, they continued to practice, they had fun and were really enjoying it.

Then came the day Maria and her friends were to head for Gotham, and it was hectic, but everyone made it in one piece after an 8 hour flight, which at this point Maria was glad she sent all of her important luggage ahead of time, because somehow her luggage with only her toiletries and pyjamas was stolen, so all she had now was her back pack on her and the Miracle box in a Pocket dimension (thanks to the training from Fluff and Kaalki)

Lila was annoyed, when Maria didn't even care that she lost her bag with all her stuff (jokes on you she sent that one to the hotel 2 days ago HA!) they ended up checking into the hotel, everyone was with someone, Peter was with Adrien, Chloé was with Alix, and Maria... just had the Kwamis, yup that's right, apparently Lila has a condition that prevents her from being in any room below a quality vip room, so now she was upgrade and without a roommate, good for Lila, and Lucky for Maira, because now she doesn't have to worry about someone noticing her climbing out the window to go free-running across rooftops as Multimouce.

Around 7:30 pm. everyone heads out for lunch... and they leave Maria behind.

"Of course this happens." and with that she asked the receptionist for the directions to where her class went, afterwards she went out and proceeded to get lost, after trying to retrace her steps, she just got lost quicker, and her phone was at 20% what luck.

After walking for a little bit, she had decided to take a break, and as she leaned up against a wall, she closed her eyes.

'Maybe if I search for the receptionists Soul I can find my way back.' as she was doing this, she saw souls of all colors walking by, she even noticed a dark emerald green soul, and a dark blue soul across the street on a rooftop... and then she felt her hair stand on end, a few feet to her right was a bloody rust looking soul, she could tell it was a male, late 20s, average build, and 5'11, he was targeting her. As she opened her eyes she did a quick scan of her seroundings, noticing an alley, she started to walk again. Sensing the slight increase in speed from the man now behind her, as he got closer, she made a sharp left into the alley, she made it a few feet in before the man started laughing and walking closer, she saw the disgusting look in his eyes, and the outline of a gun in his front left pocket.

"Come on now girlie, I just wanna talk."

" I am good thankz." she made sure to add an accent to make him feel like he had an upper hand, which seemed to work, if his sickening smile was anything to go off of.

He stepped closer and Maria (the little genius she was) decided to act nervous, which only lowered the guys gaurd even more, once he reached to grab her in a quick motion she proceeded to do this.

She held the guy in a lock until he fell unconscious. As she stood up, she noticed a hand reaching for her, she then grabbed the hand and flipped the figure over her shoulder hard, hearing a yelp from the man as she did so.

When she realized who she had flipped over, her face turned bright red

"Mon dieu, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you are you ok Monsieur Nightwing?!"

"Yeah I'm fine and don't apologize, reflexes like that are key to survival here in Gotham, isn't that right Robin.... Robin?"

When Nightwing didn't get any sound from Robin he looked over to see the boy a blushing mess, then Robin snaped out of it, cuffing the mugger, and turning his attention to the girl.

" Ehem. Mam it's dangerous to be out here at this time alone, please allow us to take you wherever you need to go." - Robin

"Oh thank you um, do you know where Wayne Hotel is? I was supposed to go with my class to dinner, but they... “forgot” me, I decided to try and meet up with them, but I failed horribly." - Maria

"Wait they just left you? and in Gothan of all cities?! What kind of teacher does that?!" - Nightwing

" An instegator." - Maria said under her breath in French, she didn't notice the slight shock on both their faces from what she said.

"Anyway lets get you to your hotel before it gets any later." - Nightwing

"Thank you again." - Maria

She arrived safely, thanks to Nightwing and Robin, she thanked them one more time and went inside, when she got to her room she found her friends pacing back and forth in the room, Chloé and Peter looking like they would soon become two people on a mission to find her, but thankfully she was back, she of course had to answer alot of questions, but that was no big deal. After answering all their questions, everyone went to their rooms, and fell asleep, they had a big day tomorrow afterall... ... and then Marias' Akuma alert went off, ok so it took about thirty minutes to defeated the akuma 2 more before she could cure anything and another 5 minutes before she could head back to her room, and it was now 2am, but she could still wake up early right? hehe (・–・;) right?

No, the answer was no she couldn't, well technically she was up on time for when the bus "should" have started getting ready to leave, BUT turns out Lila SOMEHOW, managed to get everyone on board without even thinking of her an hour early! Maria asked for directions once again, and the receptionist had a worried and apologetic look on her face, Maria thanked her again, and headed out, this time however, she made it without getting lost and without getting mugged, Yay! She even had enough time to get a coffe (Tim special was a wierd name but oh well it did the job pretty well) from a shop near by (double yay!) before entering the WE building.

" You have to start the tour! we've been here for an hour and thirty minutes already!" - Ms. Bustier

"Like I said before, I will not start the tour until your student gets back, and if they don't get back, then we better hope nothing happened to them, or else it's your fault for your negligence." - Tour guide

"Sorry I'm late, the bus left earlier than what we scheduled, why didn't you inform me about the change?" - Maira

"Lila said you were the one who made the changes and that you were just trying to get attention, I am VERY disappointed in you Maria, now apologize to your class for delaying the tour!" - Ms Bustier

"I think you mean “I'm sorry we left you behind in a city where murder happens to young kids on a daily basis” now you apologize to Your student that is Your responsibility." - Tour Guide with a glare that could kill a thousand armys

Ms. Bustier proceeded to apologise to half the class's disbelief.

"Alright then, now that thats all taken care of, Hello and welcome to Wayne Enterprise, where we focus on making Gotham and the world a better place. I'm Dick Grayson, and I'll be you tour guide for today."

As the tour went on Maria stood at the front with her friends, she took notes of everything that was said, and she ignored whatever nonsense Lila was spouting, somthing about saving or dating Damian Wayne, she didn't really care.

When the lunch break came, she sat with her friends until she needed a long overdo refill on her coffee, she walked over to the coffee machine and started figuring what combination will keep her brain working for the rest of the day.

"Press button 3 followed by 5, 6, 8, 1, 2, 4, 9, and 7, that is the ultimate coffee mixture, if your mortal self is up for the challenge." - Sleep deprived guy

"I accepte." she presses the buttons in the exact order and then " Wait none of the cups are big enough."

"Here, secrect cup, from beyond the mortal realm." - Sleep deprived guy

" Thanks" she grapped the very large cup, and filled it with coffee till it was almost to the rim, she put the lid on and instantly took a big sip from the scolding hot coffee (she can heal, her tongue's fiiiiiiine)

"... Not bad, taste similar to the Tim Special I had earlier, but maybe a bit stronger." - Maria

" Kindred Spirit, let us be friends, you have drank the sacred coffee and are now immortal, congrats." - Sleep deprived guy

"It was not easy, but I have come this far, and I shall go the distance with nothing but coffee in my veins." Maria said in a serious tone as they shook hands "I am Maria, keeper of all nighters, and who might you be, my kindred spirit."

"I am Tim, the keeper of sacred coffee and all that is unholy."

"It was an honor to meet you Sacred Tim, may the coffee gods guide you in your journey, sadly we must part ways, for the lunch break is over, farewell..." and with that Maria left to rejoin the group.

"Dear god where the hell did you get that much coffee?!" - Chloé

"Kindred Spirits always find a way to assemble." - Maria

"Huh, so there is someone out there who is also a sleep deprived child." - Alix

The tour continued, and Maria noticed their tour guide kept looking at her with growing concern as she slowly made her way through the lovely coffee, she finished the cup within 1 hour and 30 minutes, and most of the staff kept looking at her as she now held the empty unholy cup, that was said to put people (that weren't chosen by the coffee gods) into caffeine induced commas, but she was fine, if anything she was more awake than yesterday and today combined. So yeah Today had a rocky start, but I'd say things are only just beginning.

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ThunderCats - "Exodus"

Written by: Leonard Starr

Another experiment begins? Maybe?

Fly Pow Bye's only initial mission was to review every episode of PPG 2016. That changed when I got the idea to review another reboot that was coming on while it was still airing, and my originally. Now, it seems like I have become the reviewer of reboots. I've reviewed every episode of PPG 2016, reviewed every episode of DuckTales 2017 so far, and people have asked me what I'm going to review next. I probably could have done a certain reboot that was on Nickelodeon, but there was another show on Cartoon Network that was announced that intrigued me. However, I won't be reviewing that right now, as one can tell from the title.

I'm going to be blunt: I have zero recollection of anything with the original ThunderCats from the 1980's. I do remember watching reruns of it on Cartoon Network and liking the theme song, but that's it. The impression I got from other people's recollections of it is that it was a really good one minute music video with nothing else of worth after it. I mean, just listen to CBR tell us what they felt ThunderCats was in an article about how we shouldn't be worried about a certain reboot:

Face it: the original was just as dumb as most '80s cartoons, only sustained in adults' memories by nostalgia and unfulfilled potential.

I could just take the writer at CBR at their word, and my preconceived notions would make that very easy for me. Fly Pow Bye does not do "very easy," so...away we go. Most shows would have started with a Genesis, ThunderCats starts with the Exodus.

Specifically, it's an exodus from a desolate, fiery wasteland, as we see a spaceship flying over it in ThunderCats' first shot after the opening. This spaceship is piloted by a bunch of humanoid cats led by an old man named Jaga. One of them, a orange man named Tygra, asks if he can wake Lion-O up. Cheetara tells him that they shouldn't upset the child with such a distressing view, only for Jaga to just say "WAKE HIM!"

And so Cheetara does. Jaga has his reasons for waking this kid up; he is apparently the future leader, and he must learn to take the bad from the good. He's still a kid, even having his own teddy bear, but don't tell Lion-O that.

Lion-O: I'm practically grown up!

Hmm, hmm, hmm. How wonderful he brings that up specifically.

His pet cat dragon thing starts to complain about that. Don't worry about forgetting his name, as Snarf always seem to end his sentences with a partial version of it when he's complaining, which is all the time from what I can tell. If it means anything, at least his first line is followed by our future leader telling Snarf to “let up”. This won’t be the only time, not by a long shot.

Jaga wanted to wake him up just in time to see the fireworks. Specifically, of his home planet exploding. His reasoning was that he needed to take the bad and the good. I guess the good is that he is the future leader, and he's going to let the code of Thundara live on. It has all the usual things one would put in such a code. Honor, justice, pizza. Okay, maybe not that last one.

He won't be alone either, as the nobles of the land are there with him: Panthro, Cheetara, Tygra, Wily Kit, and Wily Kat, left to right in that image above. Snarf is there too, but he doesn't even mention him. This is something he takes very well, I completely lie. Together, they are the ThunderCats. It's good for Jaga to come up with such a great name for action figures. Lion-O, with all this responsibility, does his best to accept it.

Lion-O: I will, Jaga, I swear it! ...well, I'll try.

Well, the kid doesn't have much of a choice, does he? These nobles aren't the only thing Jaga wants Lion-O and the kids at home to know about, as he lets him know about the important part of his heritage.

We get to see the Sword of Omens, and the eye of Thundara that is embedded in it. Lion-O decides to look at the gift horse in the mouth and talk about how it's got holes in the hilt, and he doesn't see that huge eye-looking thing in the center of it. Unfortunately, being only a little kid, he can't even lift it, and Jaga merely tells him he doesn't have the strength yet. He then tells Snarf to get the others.

Snarf: But I wanted to hear...

Jaga: It's important, Snarf!

Okay, maybe I can understand why he complains so much; everyone's just yelling at him to let up his yap.

When the rest of the ThunderCats come in, he gives them all weapons and clothing to protect them from the elements of wherever they're landing, as apparently they didn't need it on their home planet back when it wasn't on fire. Oh yeah, they were only clothed with their fur until now; I was trying not to point out the giant elephant in the room. I don't wonder why they decided to leave that out of any potential reboots.

After he gives the ThunderCats their outfits and weapons, the ship starts to rattle and roll. Jaga tells Lion-O to stay put while the others take care of whatever it is, but he's not having it!

Lion-O: Aw, I don't want to be safe! Safe is boring!

Yeah, forget being safe!

That rattling and rolling is from an army of ships piloted by Slithe and his army of mutants, hailing from the planet Plun-Darr. 80's villains were never really subtle with the names of their planets or themselves. When one names their kid Slithe, they may as well teach them how to laugh and evilly as possible.

They end up doing very well, destroying every other ship except for the ones with all the characters we know in there. There is a good reason why they want to keep the ship safe: they don't want to destroy the Eye of Thundara, even though only Slithe knows what it looks like.

Slithe decides to laser a hole the ship, complete with his ship making a tube connecting the two so we don't have to question if these mutants can breathe in space, and sends his army to attack. This leads to our first big fight scene between the ThunderCats and the Mutants. We know the ThunderCats' names, and now we get to see their abilities. Cheetara, she can run really, really fast. Tygra, he can disappear! Panthro, he's strong enough to break maces with his bare hands and has amazing quips!

Panthro: If you guys were as mean as you are ugly, then maybe you'd be trouble!

Oh yeah, and Kit and Kat can throw colorful smoke bombs. Most of that stuff was already in the intro, but hey, it's nice to get a reminder in the actual show. Maybe it doesn't look as good as the intro, but, and maybe it's just my standards being put very low, but I wouldn't call the animation bad. It does end rather abruptly as soon as Wily Kit and Wily Kat use their smoke bombs, but that's really my only downside for this.

After ransacking through a bunch of boxes, destroying their precious soccer ball, Slithe and one of his minions, Jackalman, do manage to find the room where the Eye of Thundara is at. They are greeted by a little kid holding a sword that's much too big for him, and a dragon cat thing who tries to call himself "Snarf the Fierce". Snarf the Fierce ends up getting caught in a net while he tries his best Scrappy Doo impression. They also do not fear a kid who can barely hold the giant sword...

...however, they do fear a shining logo with a cat on it. It also seemingly gives Lion-O enough strength to hold it for a few seconds, which is more than enough to make them all run away. If only that worked on bullies.

While the enemies have left, the ship is in not so great condition due to all of that ransacking from before, and they have to change course to a different planet that can support life. Panthro manages to find a blue planet in some dinky galaxy, the third rock from the sun. They call it Third Earth eventually.

I love that they decided to have an explanation of almost everything to all the people who really needed that MST3K mantra. How can they get to a planet that's light years away from them without any kind of ludicrous speed? They have to be suspended in pods! Why can't Jaga go into one of those pods? There's several reasons to that: he doesn't trust the auto-pilot in the condition its in, or robot pilot as this show coins it, and the pods doesn't stop aging entirely, so he'd die anyway. Why not die helping them out?

Much to the dismay of everyone else, Jaga ends up piloting the ship as long as he can, and he disintegrates, possibly with the help of a "self-disintegrate" feature on his armband. Considering his future role in the series, it is possible they felt having him fade away would be too obvious. Jokes aside, it’s not every day you get to see an on-screen death on Saturday Morning TV.

The robot pilot was apparently not programmed to land properly, so they end up crashing, and all the pods scattered across a small area. Snarf gets out of his pod first, and of course he takes the time to complain about how he wasn't going to like this, Snarf Snarf. He manages to find Lion-O's pod, and what's the first thing Lion-O says after years of slumber?

Lion-O: What are you doing, Snarf, get away!

He bumps his head, and his first assumption is that his pod shrank, and then he noticed Snarf shrank, too, and he suddenly has huge hands!

A peek in the water later, he finds out he's an adult now! Yeah, that was one thing I didn't remember from the original: our hero is essentially DC's Captain Marvel/Shazam minus the superpowers plus a cool sword minus any way to change back into Billy Batson. He does try to get used to it immediately, refusing his favorite teddy bear from Snarf in what seems to be the fifteenth time he's been indirectly told to shut up.

Slithe and his usual gang of idiots also manage to make it to Third Earth, too. We can only assume they have better pods. Snarf sees this and tries to give Lion-O the sword. It seems that the faulty pod gave Lion-O a little bit of amnesia, as he doesn't remember these specific mutants that attacked the ship he was on or the Sword of Omens when Snarf tries to give it to him, which he assumes is just another toy. See, there was a point to him having a teddy bear!

Not accepting the toy, he decides to run towards the mutants as soon as one of them decides to try to chop up one of the pods they found. Snarf, in his second time in the episode where he ended up being useful, decides to throw the sword at Lion-O, and he's able to grab it without cutting his huge hands. I'd imagine the sword helped, not that Lion-O even knows what it is.

Thankfully, Obi-Wan shows up as a Force Ghost to tell Luke to use the glowing sword. In other words, Jaga shows up as a spirit to use the Sword of Omens. Even death can't stop Jaga from fulfilling his duty to be Lion-O's Tutorial level. Just being with Jaga's spirit refreshes his memory, and, now having the strength to use the sword, he uses the sword's "sight beyond sight" feature to find the other pods.

We get this show's transformation sequence! Well, the sword transforms as Lion-O swings it and says "Thunder", and it becomes large as the Eye of Thundara shines the Cat-Signal. I'm sorry, I had to make that joke eventually! The Cat-Signal wakes the other ThunderCats up...

...and we get our second fight scene, essentially doing the same thing as last time, but this time we get to see Tygra actually use his whip, and Lion-O gets to...run across and dodge things. Okay, I wasn't expecting him to actually slash these creatures on screen, but he still doesn't get to do much with that enhanced edge.

Also, they get to do their thing with the theme song in the background...for about ten seconds before they decided, "oh wait, this is just going to look bad compared to the usual animation!" Still, it's pretty cool for 80's cartoons.

In the end, the mutants use their teleportation devices to get out of there, and Lion-O gets to boast about how awesome he is, and that he'll definitely be the leader and protector of the ThunderCats. Everyone else shakes their head, knowing fully well that inside that grown man is a little kid that appears to have the motto "being safe sucks." Snarf comments on both this and my decision to review two different versions of the show at the same time.

Snarf: Maybe it'll turn out alright, and maybe it won't!

It does feel like this episode kind of just ends, as if it was half of an episode. Actually, that's because it is. Much like DuckTales and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which would air later the same year ThunderCats did, the series begins with a story arc. They aired the first two episodes right next to each other as the Pilot, so I’m technically reviewing half an episode. However, I still have to ask...

How does it stack up?

One problem with this show is that nobody really has an amazing facial expression that I could use as a rating system. Something tells me the other version of the show won’t have this problem, but I’ve always wanted to revamp Fly Pow Bye’s rating system anyway.

I’ve always said “mid neutral”, “high disgusted”, “low happy”, and I feel like that’s just showing the flaw of using a 3 system. Sure, The Oct-Father is one of the best episodes of PPG 2016, but I gave it the same rating as The Long Skate Home, an episode that just barely scrapes above the average episode. I think that needs to change.

So, here it is: I’m just going to rate everything out of 5. As much as I love the Happy, Neutral, Disgusted ratings. This episode does intrigue me to the second half of the pilot, but I feel the best has yet to come. At least, I hope so; I really don’t know what to expect. 4 Cats.

See you on Saturday for my review of ThunderCats Roar's version of this episode...and a couple of the future episodes of this show, it seems, since the Berbils show up already in the first episode. Uh, that's going to be a bit awkward.

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