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scara-meow-che · 3 years

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❥⠀FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀albedo x fem! reader

❥⠀DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀NSFW, exhibitionism, dirty talk, squirting, bits of humiliation, blessed be the other researchers mentioned in this story

❥⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀this is dedicated @kitakawass, i love you bestie so enjoy this albedo drabble i made for you 💖💖

"you don't even know how much you put up a good show, f/n." albedo whispers in your ears, a hand trapping you to focus on the shy glances of his fellow peers and of their flushing cheeks. the sheer amount of embarrassment had your heart so close to bursting out of your chest but your body was too fucking honest, too honest for the ash blonde's liking.

"but i think it's not enough to set up some boundaries. so let's kick it up a notch, shall we?"

he was furious, livid by the fact that people had the audacity to shamelessly hog around you when he was in earshot. he was patient as he was understanding when it comes to you so he did his best to tone down his emotions. but albedo just can't.

and as much as you want to hide away, the man needed to prove his point through matters he can perfectly synchronized himself. who the fuck thought that you weren't taken? taken by none other than albedo himself?

your folded form perfectly positioned down on his desk was soon pulled up and dragged near albedo's body. situated on his sturdy chair, with legs spread open and his cock in view for all of the people to see, he places you on top of him.

the dress you chose to surprise albedo with now barely covers your lower half and the poor underwear you wore had been torned because of albedo's anger. a small whimper had escaped your lips as your breasts spill out of your bra when he tucked down the upper portion of what's left to cover your flushing body.

his eyes gleam in this atrocious rage, glaring at those who dared pissed him off.

no, he is not mad at you. well, how can he be mad at you where you're his little, obedient cockwhore? you were so good, so pretty, who would ever hate you, right?

and that's where everything lies at this moment. no one has the power to stop the temptation to indulge on the kindness and beauty you possess. what has caused albedo's lingering curiosity to your existence from the very start of your relationship with him continues to draw in others and he needs to put a halt on it, seeing that he already claimed you as his and him as yours.

"since you all wanted to gaze at my precious lover then let this be the last time you all do so." you were hesitating whether you'd continue pushing through this lewd ordeal but the emptiness and thirst raging inside of your core had taken over your rational thoughts and willingly placed yourself on top of his throbbing cock.

you never failed to hear the groan of your name as you sink deeper on his dick, albedo's hands were tightly locked on your hips. the tip gingerly brushes on the velvety spot of your hole, slow juts of your hips and albedo meeting up with your thrusts had you whimpering his name.

"do you all fucking hear that?" his tone was cold, eyes glimmering in anger as he glared at those men who were aroused at the scene laid in front of them. "that's right, it's my cock that's making my pretty cockwhore cry like this, to fuck her like this."

his words had numbed your logic, further losing yourself in the sweet rapture of being railed by your boyfriend. albedo showed no signs of stopping, not even when he felt you clamping down on his dick, walls spasming in bliss, broken cries falling out of your lips.

you were truly a beautiful sight to behold.

"you all don't have the right to take or look at what's mine, got that?" he held on to your hips and fasten his unrelenting pace and unyielding strength in jerking up to your wet and sloppy hole. another round of your screams had echoed in the room, enough for all of mondstadt to hear.

but that's even better, thought albedo when he hisses at the tight grip of your pussy on his dick.

"are you going to shamelessly cum f/n? in front of all these men?" he teased your clit in small strokes, the pressure felt like a feather gliding down your skin but you were so close to your orgasm, you wanted to at least get something out of the position you were in.

"pleasepleaseplease, play with my clit, m-make meㅡa-ah-fuckㅡplease! please make me cum on your cock, sir."

the way the word sir rolls of your tongue is such a lewd voice, with tears falling down your cheeks, drool pooling on your chin, the poor men that could only look at the allure and tempting state almost made them cum in their pants. albedo observes the conditions he had placed on these pathetic researchers, smiling when he flicked hard on your sensitive numb while leaving kisses on your neck.

and that was enough to have you cumming, walls milking albedo's cock in such a satisfying end but that was not the reason why the male underneath you reached his orgasm.

it was the feeling of your arousal that had squirted out of you, slowly dripping down his cock and down to the chair he often reside in. through the eyes of those who had angered the knight, they can see how much cum had pooled on your pussy and it slowly coats albedo's dick white when he lifts up to see the sight himself.

you laid tired on top of his chest, heaving in deep breaths to fill up your burning lungs with oxygen. you needed to gain your strenght back especially when you heard albedo whispers such crude words on your ears, reminding you of what the hell you have done in front of these men.

"that was amazing, wasn't it? but i think it's not yet enough to mark this reminder inside your lustful minds. say, f/n? would you do that again for me?"

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just--another--daydreamer · 3 years

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» Izuku Midoriya x male reader

» Angst with some fluff » Requested (by anon): I need a fix of desperate, angsty fluff with Izuku. Maybe his hero bf recklessly goes after a villain alone and gets captured, so Pro-hero Deku has to rush to his rescue, scared of what he might find. » Warnings: mentions of religion at the beginning; dissociation; anxiety; overthinking; smoking; emetophobia; descriptions of blood & gore; mentions of death » Words: ~3.5k

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Midoriya had never been one to pray to any gods for a wish. To him, it often felt selfish – after all, there were people who needed help more desperately than he did and they should receive it first. Even during his darkest moments, he had never even thought about praying, he had always known that he could rely on his own strength as well as his friends.

However, this time, his hands trembled as he put them together in a manner meant for praying. With his eyes closed and head lowered, Midoriya tried to think of a way to phrase his prayer but no right wording would come to his mind – in the end, he only stared at the dark behind his closed eyelids, incomprehensible thoughts filling his mind.

“Izuku.” A firm grip on his shoulder pulled Midoriya from his thoughts. It caught him off-guard, and he almost prepared himself for an attack before he recognized the person who stood before the bench Midoriya sat on. “Oh Shouto, it’s you!” Midoriya sighed in relief at the sight of his friend. “I’m sorry if I scared you, but the meeting should start very soon, and I didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to you before the others are here.” They were still the only ones in the bright yet depressing hallway of the hero agency that Deku currently worked at, and after taking a quick look at his watch, Midoriya figured that it would still take the other heroes a few minutes to get there. “Sure, what is it?” The light smile that had adorned Todoroki’s lips from when he had just greeted Midoriya vanished again and was replaced by a deep, concerned frown.

“I don’t think you should be leading this mission, Izuku, but someone else should do it,” Todoroki’s voice sounded just as concerned as he looked. “To be frank I would not even want you to participate in this rescue at all, but I don’t think that I could ever stop you from that.” Midoriya took a moment to think about his fellow pro hero’s words. It had already taken him all the self-control he had to not immediately run after you to save you, so he had to be on this mission. Though, he had to admit that due to the personal feelings toward this mission, his judgement might be off, so having someone else lead it would probably put them at an advantage.

“When you’re saying, ‘someone else’, do you mean yourself?” he inquired, and Todoroki nodded in confirmation. Midoriya took a few seconds to consider the proposal. Down the hall, he could hear the rest of the team for the rescue mission approach them. “Alright, let’s do it!”

The small conference room was unusually quiet. There was no happy catching up with one another, no euphoric reunions after not seeing each other for a few months. A pressing silence filled the room like thick, heavy fog as the ex-class 1A students Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, Kirishima and Uraraka sat around the table, eyes fixed on their hands and the files in front of them. The only words that had been spoken were words of solidarity towards Midoriya, which he appreciated.

While Todoroki opened the meeting by greeting everyone and thanking them for coming, Midoriya stared down at his hands. The skin on his fingertips around the nails was reddened, a side effect of his anxious habit of biting his fingernails. Midoriya thought that he had gotten rid of said habit, but the current situation had changed many things. Before him on the table, his hands started to blur as his eyes filled with tears once again. He quickly wiped them away, hoping that nobody would notice.

Todoroki’s speech only barely reached him, only as a seemingly distant, faint mumbling as though he was speaking to Midoriya through a thick concrete wall. The whole room started feeling like a wide and open space with his former classmates miles and miles away. Mind numbing emptiness filled Midoriya’s heart and went through his veins until it was the only thing he felt in his whole body. As his breathing got faster, his heartrate picked up. Why was he there? Why was he not on his way to get you already? Even though he sat perfectly still, Midoriya felt dizzy, only from the way his mind spun – around and around and around like a carousel, Deku being the only passenger on this horrendous ride.

“You look really pale, Deku, are you alright?” Uraraka’s voice was as soft as ever. The soothing tone was able to momentarily stop Midoriya’s mind. For a second, he looked at her without an answer before simply nodding.

Only when Todoroki asked Midoriya to go over the situation once again, he was completely pulled back into reality. His legs trembled a little as Deku stood up. The eyes of his former classmates all followed his movements very carefully, trying to get clues about their friend’s mental state that the situation caused. Uraraka and Kirishima looked especially worried whereas Todoroki and Iida kept their expressions professional.

“Thank you everyone for coming on such short notice,” Midoriya started. He balled his hands to fists and squeezed as hard as he could to keep his mind from wandering too much that might cause him to break down again. “The villain organization that has been watched by several agencies for the past few months made a move about a week ago, as some of you may know. It was the first incident of that kind and several civilians got hurt in the process.” Deku clearly remembered the pictures of the scene on the news. Neither his nor the hero agency you worked for had been able to stop that despite being the ones watching the organization. “Y/N went after the villains alone and has not been seen since.” His voice got quieter with every word he spoke.

Your actions contradicted what you had learned at UA not so long ago. Staying calm and collected in crises, thinking rationally, and getting help was the priority. But guilt and anger had eaten you up. Midoriya could not blame you for that, even if he wanted to. He had experienced the same feelings in the past, put himself in danger, worried others, all because he wanted to play hero. Midoriya sat down again and let Todoroki take over once again.

“Since we know where the villains are hiding, it will be easy to retrieve the target.” ‘The target’. Midoriya flinched. The way the words came out of Todoroki’s mouth, the lack of emotion and his straight face were something admirable and scary at the same time. Reducing you to merely the word ‘target’ and the emotional disconnect that came with it would probably make this mission easier for Deku, but he just did not manage to think that way. With a sigh, he sank deeper into his chair and listened to Todoroki’s plan.

It was an easy one, starting with negotiations led by Iida. He was the best that that sort of thing, so Midoriya had no problem leaving that to him. However, he was not really fond of the idea of exchanging your life for something like money but since it was the easiest way to avoid direct confrontation, they had to try it. If that did not work, Iida would go in through the front door, and Todoroki, Deku, Kirishima and Uraraka through the back door in two teams to get ‘the target’ out by themselves. Combat was to be avoided. The top priority was getting you out, not arresting the bad guys, though the police would be waiting in front of the building to take them in.

The base of the small villain group was an abandoned warehouse – because of course it would be that. The alley behind it was narrow and dirty, littered with shards of glass and cigarette butts. Next to the dark water in the potholes, Midoriya could see dried as well as fresh blood shimmering on the asphalt. The sight made him sick, a feeling he had not experienced in a while.

The four heroes came to a halt at the place where they would go into the building through the back door. There were no guards, which came as a surprise, but even if there had been some it would not have been a problem for any of them. Midoriya and Todoroki stayed back and inspected the alley while Uraraka and Kirishima got ready at the heavy double-winged door

Midoriya crouched down and inspected the blood stains. Todoroki’s eyes were fixed on him, he could almost physically feel it. With his gloved hand, Midoriya moved some reddened shards around, not entirely sure of what he was doing or why he was doing it in the first place, but it was a way to keep his hands and mind busy. Todoroki had his own ways of doing that. “I thought you quit,” Midoriya remarked. “I thought so too, but-” Todoroki did not care to finish his sentence and only a few seconds later, the smell of cigarette smoke reached Deku. He wrinkled his nose. “The situation is getting to me too, you know?” Todoroki’s pronunciation was a bit curious with the cig between his lips. “The same goes for the others. Kirishima, Uraraka, Iida, they’re all worried. Bakugou, too, even though he isn’t here today.” A short pause. Deku assumed that Todoroki was taking a deep drag. “It is really getting to me.” His voice was quieter this time and it had a tone to it that Deku barely knew from his friend. It was desperate, hopeless, pleading.

Midoriya had no words of affirmation that he could tell Todoroki. Hell, if he could think positively in this situation, everything would be a lot easier. He searched and searched for words, but none would come to his mind. And in the end, he did not need to say anything. Midoriya’s communication device made a static sound, before he heard Iida’s voice, loud and clear. »Negotiations failed. What will be the next step?« “We’re going in,” Todoroki told them without hesitation. “Understood!” Midoriya got back up and was at the door in less than a second. He looked at Uraraka and Kirishima, both had a determined look on their face.

Todoroki stepped to them and – given the lack of a bin – dropped his half-smoked cigarette to the ground. “That’s not very heroic of you, Todoroki,” Kirishima commented. Uraraka giggled and even Midoriya managed to crack a smile. “I’ll pick it up later,” the leader of their mission said and Deku was sure he saw his lips twitch into a fond expression as well, even if it was only for a split second. They all became serious again. “Deku, open the door for us.”

The inside of the building was dark and empty, and Midoriya was not sure why he had expected anything else. His and Uraraka’s footsteps on the wet ground resounded through the empty hallway. It was quite dark, most of the lamps on the walls were either broken or very dim, so the major source of light were the occasional holes in the ceiling. It took Midoriya all the self-control he had not to activate One For All and charge forward – Uraraka and he were a team, and they should stay together since running around alone might be dangerous. The further they got into the building, the harder it got for Midoriya to keep it together. With every door they opened, with every room they inspected, anxiety and terror grew withing him. There was no sign of you.

It did not take long for some villains to show up, but at this point in time they were no match for Deku. Anyone who tried to get in his way right now was put down in mere seconds. Uraraka kept his back free and had an eye on him in case he got too reckless.

The last door he approached was a pain to open. Midoriya had to push it with his shoulder since the hinges were rusty and it took him a few tries until the door finally budged and creaked open. Behind the door, Midoriya was met with a pitch-black room. He reached over to the wall besides the entrance and searched for a light switch. A single light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered on, only giving enough light for Midoriya to see the rough shapes of the room’s interior, but it slowly started glowing brighter. That was when his heart stopped.

For a split second, Midoriya thought that maybe he had come too late, that maybe you were already dead. The sight of you, tied to a chair with ropes so tight that they were cutting into the flesh on your wrists and ankles sent shivers up and down his spine. Blood dripping down from your chin had already formed a small pool on the already wet floor. He noticed the smell of blood, sweat and vomit still fresh and heavy in the air.

“Y/N?” His voice was merely a whisper. Maybe he was afraid that if he were loud enough for you to hear, you would not react. Midoriya forced himself to take a step. Lift his foot off the ground, move it onwards, put it down again. Now with his other foot. Lift, onwards, down. And again. With every step, a new wave of sensations and feelings washed over Midoriya. First it was disgust – he could not help that one but looking at your skin peeling off your flesh and exposing the bare muscle tissue and bone almost made him vomit. Then it was hysteria – Midoriya could both laugh and cry out loud until he lost his voice, kiss you on your dead cold bloody lips, dance and jump through this awful room – because he finally found you but what if it were too late? Then it was fear – and with this feeling numbing his mind once again, he reached you.

“Y/N?” He crouched down so his face was on one level with yours. The dull sound of Midoriya’s gloves falling to the ground echoed through the room, to him it was almost as loud as an explosion. As he held his breath, his now bare hand reached out for you almost all on its own, touched your neck, searched for a pulse. To Midoriya’s relief, your skin was not cold, but warm. Maybe even a bit too warm. His hand wandered up your neck and he cupped your cheek, wiped away some blood with his thumb. Under his touch, your muscles twitched. Midoriya pulled back and watched as your eyes fluttered open. Your gaze was empty and unfocused for a while, wandering from the dark walls of the room to the lightbulb over your head, until it stopped on Midoriya’s face.

He watched as your eyes widened. “Izuku?” Your voice was hoarse and filled with so much desperation that it made the hero’s heart drop. “Is it really you?” Midoriya nodded. He pressed his lips together and did not dare to answer, afraid that his voice would break if he said anything. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You made an attempt to reach out for him but the restraints around your wrists made that impossible. Midoriya swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to stay focused. “And I’ve been looking for you. I’ll get you out of here now.” Over the comms, he quickly informed his teammates over the mission’s success before he reached into his pocket for a knife. “I’m sorry that I’m so late,” he told you as he cut through the ropes. They were sticky, some even slippery from the blood. Deku tried not to pay too much attention to that but the sight of the crimson red shimmering on his hands made him gag. “The most important thing is that you’re here now.” You cracked a smile, but it did not look too convincing.

Once your hands were free, you swiftly wrapped your arms around Midoriya. It took him by surprise, but he hugged you back, careful not to use too much strength that might hurt you. You buried your face deep in Midoriya’s chest, fingers digging into his back, clinging to his suit. Just now he felt the way your body trembled, Midoriya did not know if it was exhaustion or fear. Maybe he was shaking as well. He wanted to stay like this forever, feel you in his arms, warm and alive, hold onto this thought and only this one while ignoring the horrible reality. Blood wet Midoriya’s clothes but he had nothing to take care of your wounds with. To be honest, he did not want to look at them. All he wanted was to keep holding on to you, forever.

Fighting noises reached his ears, not too far away. Men yelling. Your grip tightened a little and Midoriya thought that maybe you were shaking a little more now. “I want to leave, Izuku,” you whispered. Midoriya did not say anything. He listened carefully as the noises faded away. A few seconds of pressing silence passed awfully slow. »We’re all clear!« Todoroki’s voice was calm but Midoriya heard a hint of relief. However, he decided to stay put for a few more minutes to make sure that no other people were picking a fight anywhere else.

“Let’s go,” he said after a while. He could not spend another minute in this building, afraid that you might end up dying from your injuries.

As gently as he possibly could, Midoriya lifted you from the chair and carried you out of the building.

Talking to the police and the press was a pain. Todoroki did most of it, given that he had been the leader of this mission, but Deku still had to talk to everyone as well. Press conferences with countless questions, some challenging their beliefs and morals as heroes, some too personal for Midoriya to answer – questions about you, your wellbeing, your relationship to the hero Deku. When he was not currently being interrogated by the public, Midoriya spent every free minute in the hospital, by your side. At first the doctors had not let him see you, but he had still stayed there the entire time. And when he was finally allowed in your room, Midoriya could not contain himself and his emotions any longer.

He sobbed and cried and swore and apologized all in one go without taking a breath while you tried to calm him down. He held your hand the entire time he was there, afraid that if he let go off you for one second, some villains might separate the two of you again.

“When are you getting released from the hospital?” Uraraka questioned while she put a small bouquet into a vase on the windowsill. The blossoms shone in the golden light of the evening sun and threw dancing shadows on your white blanket. “Next week, probably.” You gave her a tired smile. “Though I’ll have to be inactive for a while during my healing process.” Midoriya knew that having to neglect your hero duties like that was hard for you, so he squeezed your hand reassuringly. “We’re all wishing you well!” “Thanks Uraraka!” The two of you watched as the young woman left again. She was not the only one who had visited. The whole team had been there, Todoroki visited frequently, and even Bakugou had showed up once or twice.

“This sucks, I’m so bored!” You whined, getting a short chuckle from Midoriya. “I know, but you need some more rest.” He looked down at your intertwined fingers. Your wrists were still covered in bandages but some of your wounds had started to heal again. However, it would still take quite a while for you to fully recover. Midoriya ran his thumb over the fabric. “You’ll get better soon, and I’ll always be here to support you during this time. I miss you at home and being close to you.” “Thank you. And I miss that too.” A soft smile formed on your lips, so Midoriya leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on them. He lingered there for a moment before standing up and grabbing his jacket. “I should get going, it’s late and you need your rest.” “Alright!”

Midoriya slipped into his jacket but before he could leave, you sat up, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him down into another kiss. “Hey, you’re supposed to lay dow-” Midoriya started to complain but quickly quit to return the kiss. When you let him go and Midoriya walked towards the door he had a smile on his face. Everything was going to be fine. He turned around by the door and looked at the flowers and the curtain moving in the wind. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” “See you tomorrow, Izuku!”

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 26.

The Darkling x Reader

You didn't speak a word, didn't move a muscle. The anger raged inside of you like a storm, tearing every rational thought down on its path. it didn't help that even though he lied to you, your love for him never dwindled. You might as well have been back at Kribirsk, for you were so in your head you didn't pay attention to anything going on around you. The only thing that broke your trance was the unmistakable sound of volcra closing in. You listened to their shrill cries, the wails reverberating across the Fold.

'I should just tear this down' You heard Alina urge, desperation seeping into her words. She was powerless, only her words had any effect. You longed to help them too, to end the volcra's suffering but that couldn't happen without you sacrificing yourself in the process. Alina had her heart set in the right place, but you wouldn't ever let the Fold fall.

'And what can you really do on your own?.....besides, it would be a monumental waste of power.' Aleksander was quick to shut her down, his own reasons for keeping the Fold standing up against hers.

They swopped lower and lower, their black wings visible from beneath the shadows. You peered closer to the edge of the skiff, looking out for more of the poor creatures and spotting one right above the skiff.

Reaching your hands out in an attempt to move the volcra, a bright flash of light beat you to it, the rays burning your skin like nothing you'd ever felt in your life. Your knees hit the deck before you could register what was happening as your hands gripped the edge of the skiff. It hurts. A silent groan left your lips, too quiet for anyone to notice. The burning continued, this time in your mind. It left a buzzing sound behind so loud it echoed along the walls of your mind, deafening you in the process. The pounding was paralyzing.

Nobody on the deck noticed the Deputy General kneeling in pain, they were all too fixated on the Sun-Summoner and the Darkling to glance an eye in your direction. Alina's light had hurt you, hurt the child of Merzost as if you were a volcra.

Even in the depths of the Fold and in your home, you were too weak to spare a look at what was going on at the front of the deck. The skiff was approaching Novokribirsk now, the natural light from the other side filtering through Alina's tunnel. You had been bent over in pain for majority of the trip and still, nobody noticed.

You felt a lull in the skiff's movement, but the pain in your head was still too much. It stung and pulsed, dulling every single sense in your body. There was nothing else you could concentrate on but the pain, this horrid debilitating pain. You grasped at your power, trying to calm your spiraling heart rate, trying to stop the blood from rushing so quickly but you were stumped; helpless. Your eyes had long shut tightly, seeing only a pure white sight. Not even your mind spared you the safety blanket of darkness.

A hand on your shoulder suddenly snapped you out of it, grounding you back to the deck of the skiff but its touch disappeared almost as soon as you'd felt it. The buzzing was still deep within your skull, playing like an out-of-tune violin. You snapped your head up, meeting the eyes of none other than Ivan. His expression read one of fear and utter terror and you didn't understand why.

You stood up wearily, coming face to face with the heartrenderer, and watched as he took measured steps away from you before coming to Aleksander's right hand yet again. You looked to Aleksander, though your eyes were still squinted in pain, you could make out his unforgettable stature.

'And I shall do mine.' His arms were outstretched- ready to pounce

You turned your attention to the skyline and watched as the light from Novokribirsk mellowed and the view of the port diminished. In horror, you watched as the Fold expanded, as directed by Aleksander, and destroyed the lives of many in the process. You could hear their screams and shouts; the pain.

But you also felt a surge of strength and of power. It fought the buzzing sound idly as you watched the shadows bleed into the air.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!' You ran up to the front of the deck, shoving him aside and watching with wide eyes the damage that had been done. His hand came to entangle around your arm but you shoved him away, both with your strength and a gust of wind.

You turned your head to look at him but instead found your eyes looking to Alina, who took it as her queue to further project the tunnel of light into the docks. A volcra flew by, disintegrating into the wrecked town and its surroundings. Novokribirsk was gone. Zoya looked at it with pure terror and dread and an earlier conversation came back to you, one where she spoke of her family. Oh Saints.

'No you don't' He took hold of Alina's hands and brought back the shadows already pooling at light's edge. The screams ripped through the air once more, the volcra cries stabbing at your heart again. You turned your head to look back to Zoya when a strand of your hair caught your attention. It no longer contrasted the black kefta at all. You ran to the small mirror on the deck and stilled at the reflection.

The person staring back at you in the plane was not you. The girl in the mirror donned black hair. Hair so dark it left no traces of other pigments. Her eyes were a glittering onyx with small black capillaries shooting through the whites of her eyes. Black veins poked out from under her kefta collar, and upon further inspection, the same black veins traveled down to her hands, curling around her wrists like a bracelet. The running of the veins was like a design, it flowed like a pen on paper drawn by an artist. They were Merzost.

You stared at yourself in shock. This was not you; it couldn't be. But the girl in the mirror said otherwise.

A scream broke you out of your trance, the familiar name snapping your neck to its origin. Mal.

Mal lay splayed out on the ground with blood pooling out of his mouth and Alina perched next to him, reaching for his hand. The foreign dignitaries stood frozen as they watched the scene play out, their fear filling the atmosphere pungently. The skiff abruptly moved, its sails once again filling with air. Zoya stood at the top, hands outstretched and eager.

'General Kirigan, this will only turn the world against you and all Grisha. You’ll be seen not as a savior, but a heretic.' The irony.

In a swift motion, Ivan takes control of all their hearts and one by one they drop dead-like lifeless dolls. A gasp escaped your lips as your position is once again known and Aleksander's eyes land on you, all of you. His brows raise at your appearance.

'I’ll have to give that speech again now, Y/N, won't I? Or will you have the decency to join me next time?' He directs your way.

'Me? Are you insane?' Your anger could no longer contain itself as you launch the Cut his way knowing well he would dodge it. He moved to the side, launching one your way too. Instead of dodging it, you split it right down the middle, sending it over the rails. The skiff picked up its speed, making you slightly lose your footing and Aleksander noticed too.

'ZOYA' He roared up to her in warning, but you willed her not to listen. Instead, she egged the skiff forward.

'You promised me!' Two slivers of shadows crept up your legs and wrapped themselves around your wrists, pulling your hands away from each other and rendering you useless.

'That was before you murdered a whole town!' You strained your arms, trying your hardest to loosen the grip of his shadows. 'You took her light, General. If you wanted to be like me you could have just asked' Even in the face of his betrayal, you still couldn't bring yourself to say his name in public. His name was sacred, it was your secret.

'I don't want to hurt you Y/N' He took calculated steps toward you, eyes flooded with despair. His hand came up to your hair, taking a piece and inspecting it carefully 'What happened?'

'I came onto this skiff, that's what happened.' you spit. 'How are you alright with what you've just done?' Your own previous experience haunts your mind for a brief second, the occurrence still a trauma. He on the other hand looks unbothered. Another day at work.

'I did what I had to -' His words get interrupted by the sound of gunshots, ones you can feel zip by your ear and head his way. He sends the cut flying behind you and the shadows at your wrists let up just as a knife embeds itself in his chest. You watch as the same veins on your body crawl up his neck. His are more abundant, nothing like yours in appearance, but they are there.

'It will take more than THIS' he rips the knife out and folds his hands in front of him and the shadows race forward 'You stay in the dark' The back of the skiff now settled itself into the Fold, the volcra flying above like the predators they are.

Zoya. You take a look at Aleksander whose eyes are closely watching you along with Ivan's.

'Don't.' His words are clear but you don't care. Zoya is back there. You listen to his steady heartbeat and feel the air in his lungs. The Fold's nothingness swims in his lungs, swirling from each breath he takes. Without thinking, you knock the air out of him and slam his body against the rail of the skiff, running to the back of the skiff to help Zoya. Just as you clamber up the stairs, you see her blue kefta dropping to the ground and a volcra swarming toward her.

'NO' You knock it out of the way and cushion her fall with a gust. A Suli girl runs over, checking on Zoya briefly but turns to you. The volcra circle over the skiff.

'Ready?' You nod. The young girl nods back and clutches knives to her chest. You count the number of pulses on this side of the skiff, too many to risk.

You start by sending out your flames and then the shadows, filling the volcra's lungs with the tendrils while she attacks it with her knives. Its shrills are pitiful but you block them out. It doesn't seem to give up as it flies closer to her, completely ignoring you. The wind blows it away briefly before a man with a cane goes toward the volcra mercilessly. You curse out loudly, knowing that the noise attracts others, you can feel them coming.

'Alina, for Saints sake!' You shout as you watch her from your position laying on the ground, not even trying. You run back down to the deck, only one thing on your mind. If she can't light it up then I will, but as you run, his strong hands come to lock yours behind your back and one comes to your throat.

'Was this the plan all along? He says in your ear and his hold tightens, slowly blocking off your air. His voice is strained and you could swear he sounds hurt.

'I came back for you, it's always been you.' you plead. You still love him, you do. But my morals and my love are two different things.

'I really thought I could trust you again. But you only ever want what is mine.' Your vision turns blurry as you feel your chest contract. Ivan. 'If you love something let it go, isn't that the saying?' Your head bops forward slightly which seems to be enough for him to let your drop to your knees in front of him, right next to a dying Mal.

As you try to regain your awareness, the sounds of volcra in your head become too much to bear. They drown out everything as they approach the skiff, silently letting you know they will kill everything on the other side of the light. You struggle to get up, hands clawing at your throat as air enters your lungs again. As if that wasn't enough for your already frail body, another flash of light expels from Alina. The burning sensation overwhelms you again, dwindling your will to live. It burns worse this time, singeing you all over. A scream of pain erupts from your lips as you watch the veins on your hand become darker and darker.

A hand around your waist surprised you as it helps you get up from the ground. 'It's okay, It's okay' Aleksander. His forehead is pressed up against your temple as you continue to cry out in pain. You open your eyes briefly and look at the hand holding your waist- void of a Stag bone. The shock is barely enough to let you forget the pain though.

'It hurts' Your own tears burn as they roll down your face.

'I know' He leaves a kiss to your temple before leaning down to your ear 'I love you, you can still keep the promise Y/N. Please' His arms tighten one last time before leaving you feeling cold in the absence of the Fold.

Slowly, the reality of the situation settles in your stomach. He just said his goodbye, and I never told him I loved him too. Everything stills again and nothing seems to process in your mind. Maybe I'm dying, maybe Alina killed me.

You can hear her shout for Mal as he and Aleksander battle it out on the unlit sands. You can hear her struggling as Ivan collapses her blood vessels. You can hear Ivan's lifeless body drop to the ground. But your mind refuses to cooperate.

Even as a volcra sweeps down and grabs Aleksander mercilessly, you push your body past the limit and jump overboard, letting out pathetic shouts of plea to the volcra, bring him back to me, please. Your powers don't rise to your call, your mind won't listen.

The light shoots out again from a now awake Alina, but your numb now, the pain had reached its limit.

Zoya begs for you to come back to safety, Mal grabs your limp body and tugs you back but you shove him off with the last of your strength. The Crows stand by on the deck and listen to your heartbreaking sobs. Nobody misses the way the atmosphere in the Fold shifts with every cry, how the usually empty place emanates one single emotion; anguish.

They sit and watch in fear and astonishment as volcra fly above you, never once attacking. They watch as they settle on the sands, heads cowering to your shaken body, and they listen to the cries, ones very alike in pain to yours.

They watched as the Little Witch loses her soulmate, in the one place she ever knew as home.

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watermelonsugar2612 · 3 years

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THE TRIP 'ALONE'

i got this random idea for a drabble and thought it was so hinny. so there we go:

“Ginny Potter. Be safe! Call me as soon as you get there! Face-time me twice a day, I love you,” Harry said standing at the airport, his hands on my shoulders, shaking me after every sentence. Fuck. He looked so hot. He stepped closer, and murmured in my ear, “If I see a single scratch anywhere on your body when you are back, I swear the person who gave it to you should be ready to die,” he growled and pulled away. Shit, I was shivering. Oh, by the way, I was going to my cousin’s house for her wedding. I was going for 4 days and this goodbye speech was getting me (extremely) riled up. He wasn’t coming because he had some important Auror stuff to do. This place was only a few hours away on the road and 45 minutes away by flight. This was my first trip alone after marriage. It has been 4 months of our marriage. All 4 of these months we had driven everyone around us crazy with our PDA. According to mum the newlywedly love was supposed to reduce after two months, but everyday, we were going at it like it was our honeymoon. “Boarding starts in 5 minutes…” he said looking at the board, “You’re staying at your cousin's place right?” He was just saying normal sentences, how could a man have this impact on me. “Y-Yeah, I’m staying at my c-cousin’s,” I cleared my throat and replied. He looked back and smirked. He said with genuinity in his eyes, “I’ll miss you, unimaginably, for everything,” his smirk softened and an announcement was made that my flight was ready to be boarded. “I’ll miss you too Harry. I love you!” I said with a cracking voice (not because I was crying; because I was extremely ‘wet’ somewhere else). I kissed him full on the lips. Pulled away (after idk how long; probably too long; the people were giving us the eyes when we stopped), took my suitcase from his hand and started walking. “CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU LAND! I LOVE YOU GINNY POTTER!” he almost screamed when I walked a few steps away.

My flight landed right on time. I met Bill (who was there to pick me up) at the airport and I ran to hug him. On our way out, we got ice-cream and burgers and we took the long way to her house. It was pretty large and had a lot of rooms. We went inside and I congratulated my cousin. Met everyone around and settled into my room. Tonight we were going out for dinner. I took a bath and freshened up. It had been about 2 hours since I had been here. I opened my phone to check my messages and realised it was dead. I didn’t pay much mind and plugged it in. I went out all ready to party and remembered I had to call Harry. I thought it wasn’t a big deal and just went on with my ministrations. We were all caught up at home and it was time to leave for dinner. By this time I had forgotten all about calling Harry, assuming I had already done so. Almost everyone was already out and in the cars. I went upstairs and grabbed my phone. I opened the main door, “WHAT?!” I screamed. There he was, standing there looking angry and tired. I had butterflies in my stomach but it was erupting with anger too. I stopped a little blush from coming to my cheeks. “You’re okay,” he sighed and hugged me. I literally threw him away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HARRY JAMES POTTER!?” I said, extremely loudly. They heard me shout and Bill, George, Angelina and Aunt Muriel ran downstairs. “You didn’t call me, or take any of my calls. You didn’t call for an entire hour, I was scared and I drove here,” he said with equal anger. “ARE YOU CRAZY? You drove here because I didn’t call you! That is so rhetorical Harry Potter!” I shouted back. “Gin, I was worried! It was impulsive, sorry, I know it's not okay, I was worried okay?!” he said, and tried to grab my hand but I stepped away. “You could’ve called one of my brothers, but you didn’t have the decency to do that, did you? You could’ve waited another hour!” I said back as he tried to hold my arm again, I didn’t let him and took another step back. “Gin, don’t make a scene let’s talk about it, somewhere else, hmm?” he said, somehow sounding angry and calm at the same time. “Yeah let's ‘talk about it,” I said, making air quotes and walking away to my room. He followed behind. I was so irritated by this man right now. This was honestly so embarrassing and the fact that Bill, Angelina, Aunt Muriel and all, saw it happen! I opened the door to my room and walked inside. He took a step inside being a few steps away from me. He closed the door and cast a silencing charm. “That was so fucking embarrassing Harry! Didn’t a single rational thought cross your mind before you drove all the way here, to check if I was okay nonetheless?! I’m not a bloody child, I can take care of myself. Didn’t it occur to you that I was caught up so I couldn’t call? You have got to stop being so overprotective!” I screamed. “You know what, forgive me that I’m so in love with you I don’t have a single rational thought when it comes to you. Forgive me that I can’t stand the thought of being without you for 4 days. Forgive me for showing up today. Forgive me for being so fucking impulsive. Forgive me that I care about you so much and would never forgive myself if anything happened to you!” he growled and pinned me to the wall. Not gonna lie, I was extremely turned on by this. His speech, and the fact that he left work and drove all the way here to only check if I was okay. He looked so genuine, so hot, while he had me pinned. One of his hands above my head, our bodies stuck together and our mouth inches apart. God, was this sexy. Fights were like foreplay to us, we got mad, we screamed, something (much like the thing going on right now; the whole pinned to the wall thing) happened and we ended up naked. Don’t get me wrong, we’d just shagged once today, in the morning. It was pretty miraculous that we were able to stop after round 1, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to shag for another 4 days. I lightly brushed my lips against his and said into his mouth, “I’m sorry to scream at you, I understand Potter. It was a big step that you took, driving all

the way here, so macho of you. Even though I fail to admit it, it was extremely hot when you came back. Looked so genuine and sexy, just perfect,” I said and bit his bottom lip. His phone rang, suddenly. Way to spoil the moment, stupid muggle device. He picked up and stayed on the line listening for a moment. “DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND! MY WIFE WAS NOT ALRIGHT-” he shouted, waited a minute, “Thanks for understanding, I’ll see you Monday,” he put the phone down. “What happened to your wife?” I said leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Oh! She’s very sick! Very far away from me too!” he replied, taking a step forward and pinning my back again. “Is she now?” I grinned and he bit my lip hard. “Not anymore,” he grinned. “Well, sorry for showing up unannounced. I just can’t deny myself a chance to see your beautiful face and do this,” he said, kissing me passionately on the lips. I thought I would melt. Even though it hadn't been too long we’d gone without kissing and we could go longer, I was craving this feeling so much. God. This man would be the end of me, he had so much impact on me for the tiniest things, I don’t know how we would go without this for 4 days. We would probably be at it for an entire day afterward. I switched positions wanting to take control but he had other plans. He threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

We were going at it, hard and fast when we heard the door open with a creak. Fuck. Not one of my brothers please. “I did not just see my sister’s arse.” Bill whined and shut his eyes. Oh my god. Harry quickly pulled out and I ran into the bathroom. He covered his lower body with the bedsheet which was still folded and on the foot of the bed. “Bill, uh- I- you- a-are you okay?” I heard Harry stutter. “Are you decent yet?” Bill said with his back faced toward Harry. “Y-Yeah,” Harry hesitated and Bill turned forward. “I thought you were fighting?” he asked with widened eyes. “Uh, y-yeah we solved that,” Harry said, shoving his glasses up, “We’ll be down i-in a few minutes.” He finished and Bill made a disgusted face and left. “Gin! He’s gone,” Harry said and I walked out in a towel, “This is so not good. I’m going back to London, your brothers are going to kill me.” I looked down at him. “No, you’re staying, I’ll handle them,” I replied. “Gin, they’re going to-” I cut him off with a kiss and pulled away after a few seconds, “Is it such a surprise that we shag? We’re married, Harry. For god’s sake. We’ve been caught shagging by almost everyone, even when we were not married. It’s not our fault we can’t keep our hands off each other.” I said and kissed him again. He grinned into the kiss and bit my lip.

We finished our shenanigans in a matter of minutes, got dressed and went downstairs, hand in hand with Harry. “Dinner?” I asked my brothers cheerfully. “Sure sis,” George said and grinned. After a very awkward dinner, me and Harry departed to our room. This trip ‘alone’ sure was worth it.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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hellooou can you write some angst with mob!tom but pls with fluff at the end :)

A/N: Sorry it took so long to get back. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Swearing.

W/C: 1.7K

You were filled with rage as you approached his mansion. One of the men who were stood outside his door looked somewhat shocked to see you. As you went to open the door he stopped you by gently putting his hand on your arm.

“Do not test me today.” You warned through gritted teeth.

“He’s in a meeting and asked not to be disturbed.” He said as he smiled sadly.

“Oh, did he now?” You laughed at the irony.

“Miss L/N, please. He’s been quick to snap as it is, he’ll have my head if I let you go in and disrupt him.” He was somewhat pleading with you. You had a good relationship with some of the men that worked for Tom.

“And what will he say if you don’t let me in?” You challenged. You knew it was cruel to put him in this position, he was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t but you were so angry with Tom at the minute it took over the rational part of your brain.

“Fair point.” He sighed reluctantly as he let go of your arm and you stormed into the mansion. It hadn’t changed much since you’d last been in here.

“Y/N/N?” You heard Harrison as he was coming down the staircase. “What are you doing here?”

“Which meeting room is he in?” You asked him. Your tone took him aback, he’d only seen you truly angry on a handful of occasions.

“Why? What’s happened?” He asked concern in his tone.

“As if you don’t know.” You seethed as you made your up the staircase and past him, you’d just have to check all his rooms.

“I don’t I’m afraid. Look, maybe you should calm down and let me make you a cuppa, then you can talk to him when he’s finished.” Harrison tried to reason, hot on your heels.

“No, I want to talk to him now.” You seethed.

“That’s not a good idea. He’s meeting with Jameson Y/N, you know how dangerous he is.” Harrison said as you approached one of his many meeting rooms practically banging the door open. It was empty.

“Then why aren’t you in there with him?” You snapped as you made your way towards the next room.

“It’s just the two of them. Y/N, please, will you calm down. You’re gonna cause a scene.”

“I don’t really give a shit Harrison.” You challenged as you turned to face him.

“Just please calm down. Tom wouldn’t forgive me if I let you into that room with that man.” Harrison said, he was pleading now, something he rarely did. You looked into the blue of his eyes and your anger subsided a little, he was still someone you considered a best friend.

“Fine.” You mumbled as you followed him back downstairs and into the large kitchen. All of Tom’s staff throwing glances your way, probably wondering what had brought you back here after so many months. You chatted with Harrison for a while and it was as if he was trying to make you forget your anger and it was working.

“Hello darling.” You heard that voice and the anger returned faster than it had disappeared. You turned to look at him. He was leaning against the door frame, arms folded across his strong chest. He didn’t have a tie or blazer on and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, sleeves rolled up and shirt tucked into those goddam black dress pants that you loved so much on him. Three months ago you’d have jumped on him.

“How fucking dare you.” You shouted at him as you stood. Harrison could sense the tension and practically bolted out of the room, ushering the staff with him.

“How dare I what?” He challenged and he looked so smug with himself.

“I told you to leave me alone.” You seethed.

“I have, I don’t recall coming anywhere near you as per your request.” He answered and it sounded like he was talking to one of his ‘business’ associates and your anger flared higher than you thought possible.

“Don’t you speak to me like that.” You challenged him as you took a step towards him, god he looked good.

“Like what my love? You’re the one in here shouting.” He smirked; he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Fuck you Tom!” You suddenly screamed at him and he held somewhat of an amused glare in his eyes. “How dare you have me followed.” You pointed your finger at him and his face fell for a second before he recovered.

“Darling, that was only to make sure you were safe.” He replied and his voice faltered slightly, only something you would have picked up on.

“I asked you to leave me alone.” You snapped at him.

“I promise it was only to make sure you were safe.” He said again, he’d recovered fully now. Amused glint in his eye as he pushed himself from the doorframe to take a step towards you.

“I didn’t ask for or want your protection. I left for a reason Tom.” You lowered your voice but your tone still held so much anger towards him.

“I wasn’t going to have you followed forever, just until you’d been away long enough that people wouldn’t target you.” He reasoned.

“I am not one of your possessions Tom, I could have you arrested for stalking.” You were so angry and having him here in front of you after months was making your head spin.

“You won’t do that sweetheart.” He said and his tone was so sure.

“What makes you think that?” You challenged him and his amusement was back. He took a few steps closer to you and now you were chest to chest. He leant down to your ear as he spoke.

“I know you wouldn’t do that because you still love me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I hate you.” You snapped; his scent was making your head spin again.

“It’s okay, I still love you too. I know you tried to move on, went on dates but they just couldn’t get it right could they? They couldn’t make you feel the things I do.” He spoke into your ear and your breath hitched at having him so close, you gripped his shirt in your fists. “You can come home you know? Stop being so stubborn and come home.” He whispered into your ear. Your anger flared again and before you could stop yourself you wanted to slap that smug grin off his face and just as you were about to make contact his hand grips your wrist.

“Most people wouldn’t get away with that darling.” His tone amused as he slowly lowered your hand. He was purposely trying to rile you up and you knew it but fuck he looked and smelt so good.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you smashed your lips onto his, pulling him closer by his shirt. His hands instantly went to your hair as he kissed you back. It was hungry, full of desire and lust. He backed you up into the kitchen counter as you got lost in his kiss and his hands in your hair. He carefully lifted you onto the worktop and your legs wrapped around his waist as his kisses trailed down your neck.

You were so lost in the moment, not thinking about why you were here in the first place. It felt good to feel his lips on you again, to feel his hands roaming your body again. Just as you were about to get completely lost he stopped with a sigh.

“I know you’re not a possession. That’s never how I looked at it.” He admitted as he pulled away from you slightly and you instantly missed his touch.

“Tom, just, talk about this later.” You tried to pull him back to you, your mind was now completely clouded with lust but he stood his ground.

“Y/N. I had you followed to make sure you were safe because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you. It wasn’t so I could keep tabs on you like I do with my rivals; it was so nothing happened to you. You asked me to leave you alone when you left and I did, I just had to make sure you were safe. I didn’t stop loving you.” He admitted as he took your face into his hands and you sighed as your emotions calmed down.

“I know you don’t like that I did that but it wasn’t gonna go on forever. Once I new you weren’t gonna be targeted anymore, I would have stopped, I promise.” He admitted as he kissed your forehead and you sighed again.

“I don’t even really know why I left in the first place.” You sighed.

“Because you needed space and that’s okay my love, I understand why you left.”

“You were right, I tried to have other men take me out but it wasn’t the same. I missed you, all the time. I regretted leaving as soon as I did. I think I used my anger as an excuse to come here today, deep down I just wanted to see you.” You admitted softly and he laughed.

“So I was going to get a slap in the face because deep down you wanted to see me?” He was amused again.

“I still think you would have deserved it.” You teased.

“You know, I’ve killed men for less.” He teased back.

“Good job I’m a woman then.” You fired back. He hummed at that, he wasn’t a threat to women in any way and you both knew that. You missed the banter and you missed him. “Can I come home Tom?” You asked as you sighed.

“Of course you can darling. I love you.” He said and he was grinning.

“I love you Tom. Now can you please kiss me again.” You asked as you pulled him closer to you again.

“Gladly.”

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cienie-isengardu · 3 years

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The Development of Law and Zoro relationship: Wano, ...and Law Is Not Happy About That

<Part I: Before Meeting>> <<Part II: Sabaody Archipelago, The First Meeting>> <<Part III: Punk Hazard: The Alliance (A)__(B)>> <<Part IV: Dressrosa, The Breaking Point (The Plan Failed)__ (Saving Law)__(Protecting Law)__ (Birdcage, Pica and Doflamingo)__ (Aftermath)>> <<Part V: Zou, The Kindred Spirits (Traveling Together)__(Searching for Nakama)__ (Reunion)__ (Ninja-Pirate-Mink-Samurai Alliance)__(The Last Moments before War)>> Part VI: Wano, Against Emperors (The Untold Journey)__(Luffy & Zoro Means Troubles…)__(…and Law Is Not Happy About That)

The fight between Law and Hawkins was stopped; Law didn’t manage to eliminate the enemy nor prevent information leakage about alliance presence in Wano. He almost was run over by a speeding cart with stolen food (another “crime” against Orochi & Kaido, which Straw Hats committed in his absence). No wonder why Law was so pissed of at Zoro (chapter 918):

➽ Up to this point, Law never have been so openly angry at Roronoa, nor aggressive toward the other man. Now, Law vented all frustration and anger while Zoro kept silent… and maybe felt some embarrassment(?) about Trafalgar’s unusual outburst, considering bubble speech with three dots and “sweat drop” expressing Zoro’s reaction in a more visible way.

➽ Another interesting detail is how calmly Zoro endured Law’s angry rant. He simply let the other man scream at him, and even tolerated grabbing his kimono and invading his personal space. When it comes to scolding, Zoro reacts differently, depending on the seriousness of the situation and who is scolding him. He either fights back in such situations or doesn’t respond to angry rants and taunts. For example, if Sanji started screaming and pointing his faults, Zoro most likely wouldn’t be so tolerable because those two like to antagonize each other. Seems like Roronoa opted for the calm approach with Law. Maybe Zoro knew that Law was right and his anger was justified. Maybe he simply figured it will be better if Law got all the anger and stress out of him. Or maybe he was just taken by surprise by the sudden outburst?

↪ In all fairness, I think he perfectly knew what Law’s reaction will be, especially considering this ambiguous frame:

At first it seems like Zoro talked about Kinemon, what honestly would make perfect sense. He already mentioned Kinemon when repeated samurai’s warning to Luffy but couldn’t really say his name in front of just met Kiku. At the same time, he could also talk about Law, because at this point he was familiar enough with the man to predict his angry reaction. Law seems to be prone to stress and he likes planning everything ahead and Zoro not sticking to plan (letting Luffy smash enemy) would definitely earn Law’s ire. Righteous so. Then what was the point of arguing with Trafalgar? Even more, when the man, despite stress and rage, doesn't hold on such emotions for too long. Which really seems like the best way to deal with a pissed off Heart Captain was just let him scream until he cooled down and adapted to the new situation.

➽ Because Zoro did not stop Luffy as he should - as Law hoped he would - Trafalgar was blaming Zoro for the whole situation, even though Luffy was as much guilty, charging into unknown without care for consequences. Zoro not once tried to excuse himself or Luffy, did nothing to stop Law’s outburst nor remind Law he wasn’t his captain (superior) thus he wasn’t obligated to listen. He simply let Law scream and blame him for the mess.

Anime expended this moment by actually giving Zoro a chance to explain to Law why he screwed so badly. Which literally was “I met Luffy” what immediately refocused Trafalgar’s anger from Zoro to solely Luffy:

This extended scene fits well with already existing Law’s personal experience from Dressrosa - the usually stoic and reliable Zoro will throw away rational thinking in the favor of Luffy’s whim and craziness. Monkey D. Luffy has that kind of effect on Roronoa.

Also, another funny thing anime did with that scene is when Law was scolding his fellow Supernova, Zoro was maintaining eye contact.

But when he was saying “sorry”, he was clearly looking to his left, instead at Law. Which makes the apology feeling insincere. Zoro wasn’t really that sorry about the mess but he said it, most likely to placate angry (stressed??) Law. Seems like Roronoa is bad at lying; not on Luffy’s level of bad, but still not really into telling lies.

Law most likely could tell Pirate Hunter wasn’t sorry at all, which explains grabbing Zoro’s kimono and screaming more at the other man’s face.

➽ Zoro’s patience and lack of response makes an interesting contrast to Law’s unusual aggressiveness. We may only wonder if Roronoa already had some experiences with such an outburst from the other Supernova. Once again, there is little to no information how their relationship was affected by the journey and situation in Wano, nor why Zoro was so indifferent while Law’s level of stress so high.

➽ Manga and anime versions of the scene give us valuable informations. One: Law was aware that Zoro promised to not cause trouble, like not fighting with samurais and Kaido’s men. That of course was a rational thing to ask of Zoro, because the man is too bloodthirsty for his own good and is always up for a good fight. The manga translation makes it look like Law personally witnessed Pirate Hunter swearing to not cause any trouble. Yet Law’s screaming sounds a bit confusing. On one hand, he knew Zoro A) became a wanted man and B) was supposed to be in Flower Capital. So it seems Law was informed about Zoro’s mission of pretending to be ronin. Whatever Kinemon initiated him from the start or after the wanted poster was made public, Law understood the danger of drawing the enemy's attention to the alliance. Which may be the reason why he was so mad at Zoro and referred to him by surname or called in his mind an idiot. On another, asking Zoro - a wanted man - why didn’t he stay in capital sounds, well, kinda stupid (and interestingly, the additional symbol of irritation was added to this specific question / bubble). Roronoa killed in broad daylight an important person (magistrate), and either killed or injured the magistrate's samurais, so it is not like Zoro could wander through the capital or any city without causing more problems. Of course, wandering directless did not help the alliance at all but it was still the best outcome. As a wanted man, Zoro could either stay in capitol and draw enemy’s attention to himself - and in result, endanger Franky, Robin and Usopp’s missions and even alliance’s presence in the Wano or wander through the wasteland in which was easier avoid unnecessary troubles and, in case of fight, hide dead bodies without increasing the vigilance of Beast Pirates or Orochi’s samurais. As a wanted man, Roronoa wasn’t really in position to come back to Kinemon because of possible pursuit - though he managed to wander into Kuri region, but that is more lack of direction sense than anything intentional, I guess. Unless this is why Law was the most angry? That Zoro came too close to their main secret base of operation? Anyway, Trafalgar for sure did not hold back and vented all his anger and frustration at still passive Zoro.

Soon, the group made it into Okobore Town and gave the stolen food to starving locals while Luffy brought the fresh water with himself. Straw Hat told the happy people “I’m Luffytaro! If anyone asks, you tell ‘em my name!” (chapter 918). For the first time Luffy also noticed Law - now much calmer than a moment ago. Law made clear, that what Luffy and Zoro did was ultimately an act of rebellion against Wano (Orochi and Kaido) to which Luffy responded he was “repaying the favor” to Tama, who fed him, once again getting into additional trouble just because someone gave him free food. The serious note disappeared right away, when Luffy started screaming at the starving people to not eat all meat without him:

➽ The meeting between Luffy and Law is drastically different from meeting of Law and Zoro. Like was mentioned, Trafalgar didn’t show any anger or frustration, so either screaming at Zoro calmed him down or he already gave up trying to reason with Monkey D. Luffy. Taking into account all previous adventures from Punk Hazard to Zou, what in universe happened through what? One or two months at best? Law’s resignation makes sense. Luffy wouldn’t care nor bother to apologize for the pulled stunt, while Zoro, well, didn’t care much either, but at least didn’t try to argue back.

➽ Once the serious talk was done and Luffy literally jumped after the meat, Zoro and Law shared the same reaction (visualed by bubble speech with three dots, though the “sweat drop” symbolising embarrassment(?) is only on Zoro’s part). Despite the previous intense moment, both men were again on good terms and even in agreement toward Luffy’s idiotic/childish behaviour.

The next time we see Zoro, Law and Luffy, Trafalgar kept his distance from everyone else. He stood the closest to Luffy yet with back turned to him. Was that sort of ostentatious expression of dissatisfaction or did he keep watch in case of an enemy's attack, hard to tell.

Luffy loudly declared his intention about Wano to Tama (“By the time we leave this country, it’ll be a place where you can eat as much as you want, every single day!!!”). With a sigh, Zoro noted how because of Luffy’s action, the enemy will come after them for real. Law did not take such a comment from Zoro kindly, because the man ignored(?) his own part in the mess.

➽ Surprisingly, Law still was angry more at Zoro than Luffy, who was the main culprit. But it may be just Zoro’s uncaring attitude that provokes Law so much.

➽ Despite the still fresh feeling of irritation, Law decided to focus at the best course of action - moving on to safest place. In this case, to the ruins of Oden’s Castle, in which Kinemon and the rest of the alliance stayed in hiding.

The group said goodbye to Tama who was taken to home by Horselina (a former enemy-turned-into-her-loyal-servant thanks to Tama’s devil fruit powers). Like always, Law kept his distance from others (in manga on one frame, he kept close to Zoro, on another, to Luffy). In anime, between sharing food and saying goodbye to Tama, Trafalgar was shown usually close to Zoro, similar like he did on Zou:

At this point, there is something to ponder a bit about Law and his (lack of) interaction with people. Like in the scene above, does Law keep close to Zoro (or Luffy) because of their bond (trust?) alone or is that partially due to his minimal social skills? As in, he keeps close to people he at least knows and doesn’t make contact with strangers unless it’s necessary. Zoro and Law both have some asocial traits (seen especially in their tendency to isolating themselves from too large group), but in contrast, Zoro and Luffy were shown through the Wano arc to interact and even befriend the local people while Trafalgar was interacting only with his crew, Straw Hats, samurai group (extended of Shinobu person) - the people he already knew for some time. Law isn’t going out his way to meet new people (like Luffy) nor bonds with accidentally met people (like Zoro with Tonoyasu). It seems in Law’s nature to avoid interaction with strangers as much as possible. Which makes me wonder if that comes simply from his introverted nature, general distrust for people or maybe even some social awkwardness created by childhood trauma and growing up in criminal organisation (Donquixote Pirates)? Because Law’s way to interact with people he just met is either ignore them (seen above) or act in cool manners around them, like in Punk Hazard with Straw Hats… but frankly, Straw Hats freaked him there on so many levels it really makes Law looks like social interaction is not his thing.

This reflection actually comes close to another detail. Namely, Law’s general feeling about Straw Hats helping starved people. Because the locals were truly happy and expresses that just before the departure of Three Supernovas (chapter 919):

Law has strong opinions about pirates, it seems. And it comes from a man that admitted he doesn't like to kill but yeah, doing nice things for (poor) people makes him sick. Was he so annoyed by the cheering people, or did he simply didn’t know how to react to such situation so he went with a grumpy approach?

Law expressed a lot emotions; the outbursts of anger departs from the image of stoic captain but at the same it makes me think that Law must feel okay around Zoro to be so open about his frustration (and lack of control over situation?). At the same time, Zoro let him take out all anger on him without a word. But the most important thing, no matter how much Zoro’s screwed up, no matter how much Law’s screamed and accused and was unhappy about, it didn’t change their already estabilished relationship. Once the situation calmed down, Law again kept close to Zoro and shared the same opinion about Luffy’s antics and in general they were okay in each company.

Next part: Separated Again

#one piece #The development of Law’s relationship with Zoro #roronoa zoro #trafalgar law #wano arc #law & zoro #zoro & law #i loved so much this chapters #all law's frustration and anger #and zoro's calmness about the whole situation #my analysis

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Top 5 Reasons Doug’s Pretty Great

It’s hard to believe that it’s been nine years since the first episode of S1 was released. I can still remember be a wee little lass first discovering it on youtube and becoming obsessed. At the time, I had no where to play it myself, so I watched as many playthroughs as I could until my family got an xbox.

While the first episode in this series has a lot of memorable moments, the one that always stands out in people’s memories is the moment where you’re trying to escape the drugstore as walkers pound away at the door and windows, and you realize that both Carley and Doug need your help or they’re going to die.

But... you can only save one, and whoever you don’t help, they end up being eaten alive by walkers and you get to feel bad about it for the rest of the episode.

I bring this up because it’s interesting to look back nine years ago and see that... well, not a lot of people saved Doug. Which is crazy, because now the stats are pretty 50/50 with Doug even having a bit of an edge over Carley. That definitely wasn’t the case back then because the stats were more along the line of 20/80.

Why? Well, the writer’s didn’t exactly do the best job of showing how great Doug is in ep1, especially compared to Carley who has more interactions with Lee and more screen time.... which is even funnier because they did actually think they did a good job and were surprised by the results after the episode’s release.

Even back then they had a habit of making imbalanced routes then denying the imbalance... something they never grew out of.

I guess they were a little butthurt about it since Doug is a favorite among the team given that he’s actually based on a real person, Doug Tabacco, an IT guy they worked with. This got to the point where Telltale never missed an opportunity to tell everyone to #SaveDoug over Carley.

I also love that they use the Stranger to guilt trip everyone who saved Carley by having him be like, “Doug was in a worse position! >:( You only saved Carley because she was a pretty girl!!” just.... real subtle, guys haha

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that more often than not, I choose to save Carley over Doug for many reasons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate Doug and enjoy having him around in the off chance I do save him. So I thought it’d be fun to talk about Doug as a character and why he was pretty great as a little tribute, y’know?

5. Doug’s a pretty funny dude

Now, I wouldn’t exactly call twdg a comedy, y’know? It gets dark, then manages to get even darker at times, but if the game was nothing but doom and gloom, it’d get boring and become unenjoyable.

While other characters do get a laugh out of me from time to time, I enjoy the humor that Doug brings to the group, even if it’s not intentional and just the way he is.

Even from the beginning, Doug had me chuckling with the fact that this nerdy dude didn’t want to bring profanity to Lee’s ears when talking about Larry, so he’s just like “ He's kind of a dick... pardon my french,” like Doug.... it’s okay, you can call him an asshole, no one will judge hahaha.

Then there’s the biscuit scene that I think we all know and love. Helps break the tension of meeting these weirdo’s who own a dairy and are totally not suspicious or anything.

But it’s not even just that Doug is funny, he’s also a character that gets you to crack a smile when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about, or when he’s proud of the alarm he rigged up, or when he’s being adorably awkward.

One of my favorites is in ep3 when Lee goes to ask Doug if he has any chalk, and he goes into this spiel about charcoal-- “You know, a piece of charcoal is a suitable alternative, depending on your marking surface. Since we're on the subject, did you know that while chalk is traditionally known to be calcium carbonate, what's often used in classrooms is actually made of gypsum, thanks to favorable domestic mining conditions?”

And Lee’s response is just-- “Doug, I did not know that.”

“Happy to be of service.”

It’s just really funny... and it makes you feel better after all the implications about Doug’s mental health in the episode... like you gave him a moment to flex his knowledge and get excited about it.

But yeah, what can I say? Doug makes me laugh and he brings a bit of light to the groups constant shitshow.

4. Doug saved the group’s ass at the St John farm

And he did so with a laser pointer.

I always hate it when Doug/Carley leave the group at the St Johns and remain absent for most of the episode, though I chalk that up to the writers trying to make the different routes easier on themselves, y’know?

But, at least they come back to save the day.

In Doug’s case, he’s not comfortable with guns like Carley is, so he’s gotta get creative when it comes to getting Lee’s attention and stopping Andy from hurting Duck and Lee.

That’s where his fancy little laser pointer comes in.

We first see him with it during the walk to the farm, but then see it in action after Lee escapes the barn and is nearly blinded by the light. Doug claims he was doing morse code before Lee tells him and Ben that these assholes cut off Mark’s legs and tried to feed them to the group.

Now, here’s the thing... If Doug and Ben had done what they were told and stayed at the motor inn over night, things probably wouldn’t have turned out so good for the group. Doug is the one who shines the laser pointer in Andy’s eyes when he’s got ahold of Duck, giving Lee the advantage of attack. Without that, if Lee tried anything, he would’ve ended up like dingdong Kenny with a bullet in his side.

Also there’s just a lot of bravery from Doug, y’know? Like as soon as he finds Lee and knows the situation, the first thing he asks is what can they do to help, and he sticks around to do what he can.... even if it is just to point a laser in someone’s eye.

No one gives Doug enough credit for savin’ the day, y’know? And if you have any doubt, even Lee says, “I never thought a laser pointer would be the thing that saved our lives.”

3. Doug’s friendship with Lee

Speaking of Lee, his friendship with Doug is underrated. The two have chemistry and work off each other well in the scene’s they’re in. While it’s not as strong as Carley’s in ep1, saving Doug and having around in ep2 & ep3 lets you see it at it’s best, y’know?

After Lee saves his life at the drugstore, Doug is shown to mourn Carley and asks Lee why he would pick him, lamenting that he wished he had picked her over him and you can tell that Doug feels that he owes Lee a lot for saving him. Hell, he even says as much when Lee tries to give him food in ep2-- “Why don't you keep my share today. I know I said it didn't matter why you saved me and not Carley, but... I owe you a lot more than half a day's rations."

Also, I love this one line from Kenny when you’re on bad terms with him and they’re talking about going separate ways where he’s basically like “We all know Doug’s gonna stay with you because you saved him that ONE time >:(” and on top of it being such a bitchy Kenny line, it also shows that every can see that Doug is a loyal friend to Lee and would want to stick with him where ever he decides to go.

One thing that I think people tend to overlook, though, is how concerned Lee is with Doug’s mental health in ep3. There are implications that Doug might be suffering with depression due to the situation of the walkers, bandits harrassing and threatening them, and believing that he isn’t useful to the group, stating that he feel pretty worthless. Lee asks Clementine if he seems sad, and hell, he even talks to Lilly about it.

In fact, speaking of Clementine, Doug is real sweet with her, too. Of course, he gives her those batteries for her walkie, but he also asks about how she’s doing as they’re leaving the dairy. Hell, 8 years later, Clementine still remembers him by name and how sweet he was when fucking dingdong Lilly can’t remember his damn name. That says a lot.

Y’all know how important Clementine is to Lee, so he wouldn’t have grown as close to Doug if he wasn’t a genuinely good person who treated Clementine with kindess.

I dunno, there’s a lot of trust and care between the two and it’s a relationship that I truly love. I just wish we could’ve seen a bit more of it but y’know...#2 happened.

2. Doug saved Ben’s life

Yeah, I think we all saw this coming...

Look, doesn’t matter what you think about Ben, okay? Not what we’re talkin’ about. We’re talkin’ about Doug saving Ben’s life, which unfortunately meant ending his own.

Still haven’t forgiven Lilly for this one. Though I’ve always found the difference between Doug and Carley’s death’s interesting. With Carley, Lilly intentionally kills her after Carley tells her off. But with Doug, Lilly was aiming for Ben and even when Doug pulled him out of the way, she still fired the gun... even though she didn’t have a clear shot and ended up hitting Doug.

Then she tries to play it off like it was an accident which, yeah I guess it was but that doesn’t change that you were intending to murder this 6ft tall child.

It’s just... I dunno, man, it’s sad. I always feel more sorrow for Doug’s death, but more anger for Carley’s? Even though both make me angry, it’s just different characters, different things that led to their deaths, different feelings. This is the first real “Fuck you, Lilly” moment for me and she can spend the next 8 years wandering around for all I can.

Doug didn’t deserve this shit.

But, the reason I put this at #2 because it really says a lot about Doug as a character. The second he saw Lilly aim that gun, he yanked Ben out of the way. He could’ve gone into shock, he could’ve just yelled “no!”, or he could’ve gone at Lilly instead.... but no, his first instinct was to grab Ben and move himself in front and it really fucking sucks that that’s what killed him.

And y’know this isn’t the first time Doug has put himself in danger to save someone. I already talked about him saving everyone at the dairy, but can we not forget how he and Carley met? She was gonna get eaten by walkers then our big hero Doug came in and saved her?? Didn’t know her or anything, just saw her and her crew getting attacked and did what he could to save any survivors??

Like... no one talks about that because it’s so played off and never brought up again and I need everyone to remember this, okay?

Doug selflessly putting himself in danger to help those around him? Fantastic. Beautiful. Love that.

1. Look, Doug himself is just #1. His personality, intelligence, everything.

Wow, Doug’s personality being the #1 reason he’s so great? Who woulda thought?

Well, ME woulda thought because obviously.

Listen... in case you haven’t gather this from the previous four entries, Doug is an intelligent, awkward, caring, selfless, funny, and brave man, okay? He’s likable, he tries his damnedest to pull his weight for the group, he shows actual loyalty and kindness unlike some people, and when he tends to avoid the constant Lilly and Kenny conflicts, he does his best to step in when things take a serious turn, hence the Ben situation.

No to mention the dude is smart.

I mean, he really took a random remote and was like, “Oh it’s universal, let me just program it to work on ALL the random TV’s across the street as a way to distract these walkers!” like dude.... you just know how to do that, huh?

Or his fun little bell trap that alerts the groups of strangers and walkers? Oh, and remember when he fixed the RV by hitting it with a fucking hammer and was like “It works now, drive!”

And have I mentioned that he bested Andy St John with a goddamn laser pointer??

Oh, also wanna add that I really like his voice acting, as well. He’s voiced by Sam Joan, who does a good job at selling Doug’s soft-spoken but intelligent nature, and knows how to pull off “dorky” when needed... and I mean that in a good way, when he’s talking about charcoal Doug is being a dork and I love him.

I mean... what else is there to say?

All that’s left to do is pull a Telltale and--

#SaveDoug

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Honorable Mentions

-Doug is a pie guy, going off of that time he named all the different kinds of pie he could thing of and I feel that. -He’s a very fashionable person. I want that weird polar bear deer thing shirt he wears in ep1. -also, you can’t go wrong with socks and sandals, my dude. -He had a crush on Carley and honestly, I feel that, too.

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There it is, there’s my whole thing about Doug. What are your thoughts? When it comes to that choice in ep1 of s1, do you save Doug or do you save Carley? Do you agree or disagree with any of my choices for this list? Or have anything to add? I’m always down to chat.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F

#twdg t5f #twdg doug #twdg lee #twdg clementine #twdg kenny #twdg lilly #twdg carley #twdg ben #twdg larry #twdg mark #twdg andy #twdg #oh boy next week is gonna be a doozy #talking about characters everyone hates?#lovely

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Tales of Woe - Scenes from S1

aw this is a hard ep, they’re both so heartbroken... so time for mini make up fic!

1.12

Her entire body was still swirling with emotion, even long after the scene had been secured and they were finally on their way back to the NYO. But the tiredness was starting to set in too, the result of another sleepless night, plus a stress-filled day.

Her anger about what happened to Charlie hadn't gone anywhere though. Jane remained furious that he'd been victimized and then killed because of what had been done to him. She was sure that he would still be alive, if only they hadn't handed him over.

If only Weller hadn't shot him.

Jane groaned inwardly at the mix of fire and hurt that flared when she thought about Weller. She didn't want to accept that he had to kill Charlie, despite rationally knowing that he hadn't had any other options. Part of her wondered if she was just holding onto her anger towards him because he'd apparently stood her up the previous night. It didn't matter that she hadn't been there either. It was still devastating that Kurt had decided things wouldn't work between them, especially without talking to her first.

She hadn't spoken to him since they'd argued at the scene but was sure that she'd caught him eyeing her during the ride back. Jane wondered how it was possible to feel so many things about someone at once, and about how things would be different if she'd gone to meet him in the park. Somehow she just couldn't picture him ditching her without a word. Though of course she'd done exactly that in her desperation to find out more about who she was.

When the SUV was parked and she opened the door to exit the vehicle, Jane was about to walk off when she heard him say her name.

Turning, she met his eyes for a moment and saw that they were hard, yet worried. As if he were trying to stay all business, but couldn't quite keep his concern from poking through.

"Go get cleared by medical before you come up to SIOC," he said, his frown definitely more anxious than stern.

Jane resisted rolling her eyes at him, but a little huff of irritation still escaped. He'd already told her once at the scene, she didn't need to be reminded. Even though any other time she'd be a little charmed by his worry for her, at the moment it felt like he was using it as evidence that she hadn't had control of the situation.

She headed off to medical and sat on the exam table, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Her emotions were still riding high for awhile but eventually some of her regret and anger dissipated, as her system finally began to settle down.

Still, it wasn't until the doctor started the exam that Jane felt the aching of her body. But when he pressed on her ribs and a grunt of pain came out, she had to admit that Charlie had hit her hard, a few times. The doctor clearly suspected some of the purpling on her chest indicated fractures and looked carefully at the bruising on her neck too, before sending her for x-rays.

By the time she'd been fully scanned, Jane had a headache and was a lot sorer than she'd anticipated. Thankfully though, the doctor couldn't see any breaks in the images and cleared her for the moment, telling her to return for more x-rays if the pain didn't subside.

As the doctor opened the door to leave, Jane thought she saw a glimpse of Weller walking by and glancing into the room. Which immediately made her annoyed again, feeling as if he was checking on her like a disobedient child, even after having told her twice.

As she finished getting dressed, the irritation still sat with her, despite the little voice that tried to tell her that he was just worried about her. She didn't want his concern, not when she was fine and he'd taken away her chance at saving Charlie.

But the fire in her wasn't as strong anymore, and her muscles were all starting to complain. So when she saw the expression on his face, Jane flashed back to the way he'd looked on that rooftop. And suddenly his perspective was able to sneak in, just a bit.

She wasn't sure how much of the fight he'd seen from the other rooftop before he'd taken the shot. But he had at least seen her get thrown down hard, watched as a gun was pointed right at her by an unpredictable super soldier.

He had one shot and had to make sure. She knew that as well as anyone; would certainly have done exactly the same had their positions been reversed. It just ate at her, knowing how unfair it had been for Charlie. He hadn't asked for any of it, had just been doing his best to survive despite having his memory chemically removed.

Jane felt her jaw grinding as her anger and guilt started to rise once more. She was pissed off that Weller was right and that Charlie was dead and she was possibly complicit in all of it. And then there was that other reason she was upset with him, one that she couldn't even look at because it hurt too much.

So when she walked out of the medical room and Weller was standing right there, with a cloud of worry hovering over him, her first instinct was to ignore him and stride away. But then he stepped towards her and she couldn't escape his concerned gaze, or the small hit of comfort it gave her, despite her resentment at his presence.

"Did you get cleared?" he asked, looking her over carefully.

Jane scowled at the spark that his question lit in her, annoyed at how much she liked the concern in his voice.

She was fine, she told herself.

There was nothing broken. Except her heart.

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Weller knew he was obsessing, but he couldn't stop checking on her.

Even though he kept reminding himself that she didn't appear injured, it took actually seeing her to satisfy the irrational fear in his gut. Because that other image, the one where he watched a super soldier blow her head off, wouldn't stop returning as soon as she was out of sight.

So there he was, making up a reason to pass by the medical room and peek in the open door, just to reassure himself that Jane was alive and where she was supposed to be. Which would probably annoy her even more if she caught him at it, considering her disposition towards him at the moment. Plus, he'd already told her twice, so checking on her again was bordering on stalking.

Weller growled at himself, irritated at how the day had gone. He hated having her angry at him, especially after what had happened between them. Or more precisely, what had happened to him.

Kurt tried to fight off the memory but didn't have any success. Being stood up by her, without any explanation, had hurt more than he thought possible.

Standing there alone in the park, he'd felt so goddamned vulnerable, and his emotional walls had instantly shot right back up. It had been a pretty big blow to his ego, considering there seemed to be no plausible reason she didn't show up, except for regret about kissing him. Which had all led to him lying to her that morning, before she could say anything at all; an act that he wasn't proud of.

Maybe she had an explanation, his mind supplied, unhelpfully.

And you were just too chicken to hear it.

At the time, Weller had convinced himself he was just giving her an out. But of course he'd been protecting himself too. Now, Kurt groaned, feeling like he'd messed everything up by trying not to mess things up with Jane. He'd told himself that it was enough just to have her back, that it was inappropriate to go down that road with her anyways. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about that kiss on his doorstep, the way their bodies had felt together.

Ever since then though, things had been different. Which made it hard to not read it as regret on her part. Despite the fact he was sure she'd enjoyed the moment as much as he had.

Weller hurried by, hoping he hadn't been noticed, and propelled himself away from the medical area, yet somehow finding a reason to stay on the same floor so he had to pass by again on his way back to the elevators. And, of course, somehow his timing led him to encounter Jane, just as she walked out into the hallway.

She looked a bit startled to see him standing right there and Weller found himself stepping back even though he really wanted to reach out for her. In all his stewing about being stood up, he'd nearly blocked out the fact that she was likely still mad at him for taking the shot. Which was fine of course; he was certainly willing to accept her fury in return for her life.

"Did you get cleared?"

Jane narrowed her eyes at him, her mouth set in an expression he couldn't quite read.

"Yeah. Just some bruises," she replied. But her voice was a bit raspy and Kurt was sure he saw her wince as she moved.

Weller looked her up and down, wondering how that was possible. He'd watched her go toe to toe with a super soldier on all sorts of performance enhancing drugs. It seemed impossible that she hadn't been injured while fighting him. Yet incredibly Jane had held her own, right up until Charlie grabbed the gun.

"How's your throat?" he asked, unable to push back his protective instincts.

"I'm fine, Kurt," she replied brusquely. "I would have…"

Weller shook his head, unwilling to let her keep thinking she could have saved Charlie somehow. If Jane wanted to be mad at him, that was fine. But she had to understand that Charlie's actions had sealed his fate.

"Jane," he said. "I know it wasn't his fault. But that man was a killing machine and he had a weapon on you. There was no other option. I wasn't going to watch him shoot you."

The image washed over him again and Weller choked a little on his words, the last ones coming out a bit shaky.

Jane looked up, still frowning at him. But then she closed her eyes wearily for a moment and sighed irritably while rubbing her face.

"I just keep thinking about his mom," she mumbled, almost too quiet to hear.

"She just got him back. And now he's gone again."

God, she was heartbreaking, even when hostile.

"Jane, I wish there was something else I could have done. But he had your gun pointed at you. How do you think I would have felt if I had the shot and didn't take it, and then you died as a result?"

"I wish I had another choice. But I couldn't risk losing you."

Jane scowled and Weller's heart sank, thinking that she was going to walk away from him. But then she surprised him again, by stepping towards him instead, her expression turning less resentful.

"I'm still angry about what happened," she stated.

"But I'm not mad at you. I know you had to shoot and I know it couldn't have been easy. So… Thank you."

It was begrudging but it was a start. Even getting that much from her made his heart a little less heavy. Though it was still shattered, at least it wasn't getting stomped on any further.

"You don't have to thank me, Jane. It's my job to have your back out there," he replied, trying to deflect the effect her words were having on him.

"Oh, and before I forget. Mayfair wants to see you," Weller added, slipping the message in during a moment of relative peace between them.

Jane immediately looked concerned, the frown returning to her face.

"About what?" she asked.

"She didn't say," Kurt replied, even though he knew what it would be about. He felt bad for Jane, having previously been through the dressing down she was about to face.

But, then again, seeing the scowl in Jane's expression, Weller wasn't entirely sure who he felt sorry for. Because Mayfair was going to be pissed off, but Jane could take it. And she looked just as ready to fire it right back.

#blindspot #blindspot fanfic #blindspot rewatch #s1fic #i wrote this

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dadgonedeku · 4 years

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When Someone Catcalls Their S/O Hcs...Pt.2

🥤~SFW & GN!Reader

🥤~Characters: Zuzu, Mirio & Tama

🥤~Warnings: cursing, catcalling, rude behavior, nasty wasty pervertedness, protective bnha boyfriends

🥤~Enjoy!!!

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ He’s honestly pretty damn pissed...

🥦~ Like yes he’s a very patient and pure individual, with a soft heart and empathic mind...but when it comes to his s/o, all of that can be taken away in a second.

🥦~ His eyes are on you as he reads your reaction to the invasive comments, and if you start crying or shaking because of how uncomfortable you are...it’s over.

🥦~ He doesn’t want to cause a scene or scare anyone under any circumstances if it isn’t needed, but that doesn’t mean it’s out of the question.

🥦~ He’s calm and rational at first.

🥦~ “Excuse me, what you said just now was uncalled for and honestly very rude and disrespectful, and it’s making my s/o uncomfortable...so I’d appreciate it if you’d back off.” He says with a stern tone and cold stare as he pulls you closer to him in a tight hug, turning your head away from the culprit and putting distance between you and them.

🥦~ But they just don’t seem to get it...

🥦~ “Come on man, I know you see that ass too! Like damn! Why don’t they come on over here so I can-“

🥦~ If your boyfriend didn’t look intimidating a few seconds ago, he certainly did now.

🥦~ You watch in awe through teary eyes as green lightning begins to swirl around Izuku, his eyes igniting with a new spark of anger and disgust, a low growl emitting from his throat.

🥦~ “I’m not gonna say it again. Back. Off.” He says sternly, catching the gazes of passerbys as he holds out an arm and moves you behind him, his hand taking yours and giving it a comforting squeeze of reassurance. He’s calling the person out publicly now by raising his voice, and soon enough onlookers have begun to gather.

🥦~ “Alright. Whatever man-“ You don’t even pay attention to the rest of their sentence as your boyfriend instantly takes your hand and walks you to someplace private. Only to pull you into another hug, but this time it’s gentle...and you can feel the small tremble that shakes throughout his body. He’s shaken up, and you know it.

🥦~ “Zuku-“

🥦~ “I’m so sorry s/o...you must have been so uncomfortable. I can’t believe people like that...who think it’s okay to say things that are so disrespectful and personal. I should’ve done more back there, but I didn’t-“

🥦~ “It’s okay Zuku, you protected me, that’s more than enough...thank you.” You catch the tear that threatens to fall from his bright green eye as you take him into your own arms, nuzzling your head into his shoulder as you hug him close to you. He happily obliges, wrapping strong and scarred arms around you yet again as he lets out his frustration.

🥦~ “It’s what I’m supposed to do, no one should have to experience that s/o...I’m sorry I didn’t stop it sooner.”

🥦~ “I don’t want to talk about it anymore now, whattaya say we get some ice cream and head to the mall okay? Like what we were originally planning?” You say in a whisper as you press your lips to his cheek, he responds with a hum and a small nod. When he finally pulls himself together and he’s sure that you’re safe and okay, the two of you head back out and about again, pushing the incident in the back of your minds as you take charge of the day again.

Mirio Togata🌻

🌻~ Most would expect him to be politely stern about it, or just brush it off and distract you from it...but honestly I don’t see it in him.

🌻~ Mirio is a very positive and open person, and while he seems very outwardly happy all the time, all of that can be crushed when it comes to someone disrespecting his s/o...

🌻~ So believe me when I say he would be nearly seething with anger at the thought of anyone even beginning to make you upset or uncomfortable...oooo in front of him?!...and causing you to cry??? Someone is getting their booty BEATEN-

🌻~ “What was that?” Mirio immediately responds with, stopping you in his tracks as he tightens his grip on your smaller hand. You instantly look up at your boyfriend, noticing the newfound anger and intensity in his stare. You’d never seen his mood change so fast. Your usually happy go lucky positive boyfriend turned into an angry menace with a stern gaze.

🌻~ You feel tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes as you see him react to the small tremble in your body. You’re afraid...“Mirio stop...it’s okay I-“

🌻~ “I said that they’ve got some nice thighs...and look at their ass! Hot damn-“

🌻~ Before you can even register the person’s response your boyfriend is already leaving you behind and is up in their face, a strong fist around the collar of their shirt as he lifts them up off of the ground roughly.

🌻~ “Now that’s enough out of you.”

🌻~ Tears continue well in your eyes as you try and intervene before your boyfriend unintentionally makes a scene, “Mirio please-“

🌻~ “I think you owe my s/o an apology, so go on...apologize before I force you to.”

🌻~ “Ah! Jeez I’m sorry man, just- Ah- Lemme go already!!!”

🌻~ “Mirio please put them down!”

🌻~ He finally snaps out of it and he does, but harshly as he roughly tosses the person to the ground, leaving without a word as he turns his attention back towards you. His gaze instantly softens and his mood changes when he finally sees you shivering and nearly sobbing.

🌻~ He races to your side immediately. “Oh no s/o, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to react that way. I just- I just got so angry...I should’ve known better. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He says as he drags you into a nearby alley for privacy, instantly pulling you into a comforting hug.

🌻~ “It’s not you Mirio, you protected me. You did the right thing I- I just...I’m so sorry I-“ He shushes you as you start to cry. His hands move to gently pat your hair and rub smooth circles into your back.

🌻~ “Shhhh baby, you have nothing to apologize for. They shouldn’t have disrespected you like that, it’s invasive and disrespectful. You’re safe with me, and I won’t let anything else happen to you, I promise.” He reassures you and you feel your body destress and lose it’s tension. He always has the perfect way of making you feel better, and soon enough the two of you are on your way again with him back to filling your heart with butterflies and your lips with laughter as if nothing ever happened...

Tamaki Amajiki🐙

🐙~ Now here’s where it gets interesting...

🐙~ It has been made clear on multiple occasions that your boyfriend isn’t the best at confrontation or even speaking sternly to other people. But somehow...after the villain raid, you notice a change in his demeanor...it’s a small one at first...but the growth doesn’t go unnoticed.

🐙~ Even still, he continues to suffer from that nearly crippling anxiety that causes him to want to shrink everytime he has to speak aloud, and you still take notice to the way he tenses up or how his body trembles whenever he has to face his fears.

🐙~ But then he hears it, those rude and awful comments. He feels you stop and the small shiver that brings itself up and throughout your body...you’re shaken, disturbed, your eyes go wide and he can’t help but be upset when he senses the way you cling to him tighter in obvious discomfort.

🐙~ But when he hears another comment...his remorse turns into pure anger.

🐙~ “Hey hot stuff!!! I know you hear me! Why don’t you come over here and-“

🐙~ “Pardon me, but that’s my s/o you’re talking to, and you’re making them uncomfortable. I suggest you stop with the unnecessary comments.” There isn’t a single stutter or ounce of hesitation in his voice, he turns around with his head held high, pulling you close as you feel your heart swell with love and pride.

🐙~ He doesn’t know what else to do...his feet are cold, and you’re practically shaking in his grip, why did this have to happen now? This was just supposed to be a relaxing evening walk and nothing more-

🐙~ He moves to wrap his arms around you, instantly soothing your tense body as you nuzzle your teary face into his chest...fuck, now you’re crying. He hates the way his heart drops to his stomach.

🐙~ “Oh come on, I just want a good time now, so just calm down and let that pretty little piece of ass come on down over here-“

🐙~ “I said enough! My s/o isn’t an object to gawk at. They’re a person with a heart and soul who are so much more than just their body. So back away, before I make you.”

🐙~ And with that they groan and leave, and that’s when you hear your boyfriend let out a sigh of relief, he shifts his gaze towards your form, and brings a hand to your cheek to dry your tears. “Are you okay? S/o...”

🐙~ “Tama-“ you nearly shout as you cling to his chest even tighter than before. Your heart swells even more with love and pride for your boyfriend. You can’t help but be proud of him for being so assertive when you know it’s definitely not his usual.

🐙~ “Are you alright?! I’m so sorry about them s/o. Trust me I won’t let them bother you anymore. I should’ve said more, I’m so sorry I didn’t prote-“

🐙~ “I’m proud of you Tama, you told them off without a single stutter. That’s so good! You stood up for me without hesitating, I love you so much. Thank you.”

🐙~ At that point the incident is pushed in the back of both your minds, and Tamaki nearly cries at your words right then and there...

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #headcanons #gender neutral reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #mirio x reader #mirio togata #amajiki tamaki #tamaki x reader #catcalling #protective bnha boys

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whenimaunicorn · 4 years

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The Heart of Admiration - Part 5

Charles Vane x Original Female Character

The slow burn just might be heating up as these two disaster pirates find themselves in a Fake Marriage situation... with maybe a There Was Only One Bed thrown in for good measure. What can I say I write what I love.

Catch up on the start of the story with the links here

A/N: yes, you may find the opening scene feeling familiar. I did decide to include “Charles, Darling” as a part of Hope’s story. I hope you enjoy revisiting that that little moment and seeing what it turns into next.

“Watch your hands. She’s mine.” Captain Vane’s arm wraps tight around Hope’s waist, pulling her in snug against his body.

She bites her tongue, trying not to display either surprise or displeasure, and forces her furrowing brow to smooth. Is he really doing this right now? She hadn’t even known he was in this tavern. Although, while she fervently resents being rescued from a man’s advances in in such a demeaning fashion, it is also true that she had no idea how she was going to handle her current predicament without ruining everything by resorting to violence.

The man crowding Hope at the bar, a Mr. Fellows, takes half a step back. Vane is a bared saber all on his own, his very presence and dark look just as threatening as a pistol in one’s hand. Hope supposes this is one of those times that he is worth wielding, and she wraps her hand over his thick wrist at her waist. Sinking into him the way a relieved wife ought to, she pats the back of his hand. “There you are, Charles darling.” His breath catches at her term of endearment, and she figures he is trying not to laugh at her. “Calm yourself, I’ve barely been out of your sight for ten minutes! I know how you fret, but please, don’t take it out on this poor man.”

The less rational part of her would like nothing more than to watch Vane smash Mr. Fellows’ face in, after the things he’d been saying to her, but she could not set loose his wrath for the same reason she hadn’t been reaching for her own belt-knife: Fellows had turned out to be the contact that the Ranger’s officers had been scouring the whole of Port Royal for. Without his cooperation, this entire voyage will have turned out to be for nothing. She couldn’t let the secret fortune he had reportedly stumbled upon slip away jut because she felt offended.

Fellows clears his throat with a nervous noise.

Vane’s still staring down at Hope in his arms. She knows the mark in front of them is more important, can’t be allowed to slip away now that the game has been changed, but she also can’t quite tear her gaze away from Captain Vane’s face either. He’s never held her like this before; she’s never let him get so close. She becomes aware of how fast her heart is beating, and she’s not certain she can attribute the entirety of its pace to anger at Mr. Fellows’ bad behavior.

“N-newlyweds?” the man stutters, offering up a handy excuse. Oh, how quickly a man’s attitude can change, when a bigger dick walks into the room.

“Yes,” Vane smiles to him. It’s a false smile, wide and too cheerful, something Hope’s never seen spread across his face, but Fellows wouldn’t know that. Certainly the lopsided grin is fitting for the ruse. He hugs her even closer, his big hand spreading up the side of her bodice, and even leans in to press a kiss to the side of her forehead.

Shameless. His affection would be positively bawdy in the more respectable circles she once walked in, but it fits the dirty alehouse just fine.

She watches Fellows stiffen; Vane must have resumed his usual scowl abruptly above her head. “And I don’t take kindly to anyone bothering my wife. If—”

She cut him off before moods can sour any further. “Darling, it’s just a misunderstanding.” She turns her face up, willing him with the force of her eyes to pay attention. “This is Mr. Fellows. And he has some very interesting stories to tell.”

Vane’s brows crease; from the flash of annoyance in his face it’s apparent that at first he thinks she’s just trying to confound him. His embrace tightens, and then she sees it click. He gives the man another look. “Is that so. Well then. I’m Charles Vane, captain of the Ranger.” He extends his right hand for a friendly shake. “How about I buy us a round, and we’ll all sit and talk a while.” Even when he tries to sound gentlemanly, that scraping growl of a voice he has still sounds like a threat.

Fellows’ eyes shift back and forth in rapid thought, and Hope can see that he’s got an idea now what’s going on, that she had not started chatting him up by accident. His face starts to glower, but he’s not looking at the door so she doesn’t think she’s lost the chance at making a deal with him. She just has to change the stratagem, now, to incorporate Vane’s looming presence.

Vane signals the barmaid, and draws Hope toward an open table. His arm stays decidedly around her waist. While she doesn’t think it’s quite necessary to keep selling the marriage ruse this hard, she’s not going to ruin it by pushing him away.

It’s only after he plops down in a seat that she realizes the table he’s chosen only has two chairs. Fellows assumes the other, and to Hope’s surprise Vane tries to pull her down into his lap. He’s got a cheeky grin on his face and she realizes that all this is not just for Fellows’ benefit; Vane is having fun with her.

She decides not to make a scene by resisting physically. But as soon as she’s seated across his thighs, she looks down at him crossly. “Charles. Darling. Get me a chair.”

A boyish grin is tugging at the edges of his lips. “I thought you said my lap was the best seat in the house.”

Oh, how she wants to smack him. And yet she finds herself wanting to smile too. “Just because when we met, I was acting like an alehouse strumpet, does not mean you get the show every night.” His scarred brow raises, and she feels a thrill she doesn’t quite understand. “I am a wife now. And a ranking member of your crew. And I will comport myself as such.” She comes back to her feet imperiously, ignoring the feeling of Vane’s fingers trailing reluctantly off her body. She grabs a chair from another table and turns it around, seating herself between the two men. She doesn’t miss the knowing look that passes from Fellows to Vane. If Fellows thinks she’s a veritable ball-buster, all the better.

“You still owe me the rest of that story,” Hope says with a broad smile. She turns the charm back on, even though that’s what had gotten her a little in over her head in the first place. She feels Vane looming over her shoulder. And ignores him. “Where was the galleon going?”

“What galleon?” Vane’s rumble rips into the conversation, and his palm slides to rest upon her thigh, just above her knee.

Fellows’s pockmarked cheek twitches, but Hope brightens her smile, and he focuses back on her. With Vane here, she realizes, posing as her husband, it’s actually safer to keep pushing that edge, to continue to use Mr. Fellows’s attraction to her to captivate him. “Be a dear and start the story over?” The barmaid slaps three mugs on the table and Hope lifts one to hand it directly to him herself. “Otherwise he’ll never catch up.” She jerks her shoulder at Vane without looking, still holding Fellows’ eyes with a grin and a mischievous quirk to her brow.

Vane’s fingers tighten on her thigh.

It’s damned distracting, that hand. Hope does her best to just let it lie there, using it, an incongruous little reminder that however much Fellows might be enjoying her saucy remarks, her ‘husband’ is still in the room. Any possibility of dalliance that her eyes might be suggesting over the rim of her cup will have to wait for another time to be made plain. But the weight of Vane’s palm never quite leaves her awareness, nor its warmth, especially not when his thumb starts stroking a line up and down the surprisingly sensitive edge of her knee.

Fellows is cautious, but Hope is ever tenacious. Vane plays his part by leaning back, oblivious at the times when he needs to be, listening to Fellows’ tale of mysterious supply ships headed toward an unknown location. His stony face brings just enough skepticism to the table that Fellows works harder to impress, divulges more details than he meant to as he brags about his lead. And Hope is right there at his elbow, encouraging his tale, imploring Vane to take it seriously until it seems that her and Fellows are a team together, attempting to convince the captain of the Ranger to believe the man’s story, and consider taking him on. Now that she’d found her angle on him, Fellows is proving to be an easy mark.

After all, they’d come to Port Royal because Fellows was not as coy as he thought he was. Rumors had spread that there was a fisherman who might have stumbled upon the location of a new British supply dump, some island so unknown and un-frequented that the Navy felt confident they could use it to stockpile munitions and other valuable sundries. This fisherman was supposedly a less-than-staunch loyalist to the Crown, and might possibly be open to leading a crew of privateers or pirates to plunder this secret location. But up to this date, no decent crew had managed to convince him, and no indecent crew had managed to find him.

“The Ranger,” Fellows says over the rim of his fourth ale, “is that a gunship?”

Hope tries not to smile too wide. Captain Vane nods.

“Forgive me, but I don’t recognize the name.”

Vane’s eyes flash, like he’s only barely forgiving that slight. “We’re not Navy. Not privateers, either.”

Hope leans closer to the fisherman, blocking her captain just a little bit from view. “We used to sail out of Nassau.” This is it, time to lay all the cards on the table, and she can’t trust Vane not to botch it.

“Used to?”

She leans her elbow on the table, settling her cheek into her hand. “For a ‘free city,’ that place was accumulating quite a bit of overhead. Quite stifling, really, in the hands of the Guthries. We prefer to live truly free; to be accountable to no one but ourselves.” She leaves just enough pause between her words to imply there might be all kinds of ways she likes to be free. “It leaves us open to all sorts of amenable relationships. Partnerships, even.”

What man could resist twin appeals to both his greed and lust? And yet she had said nothing that would bind her to fulfilment of the latter, and Vane’s presence precluded any chance for Fellows to press her into a more concrete promise. He would be enticed by hope alone, that she might be planning to meet him for a more secret dalliance, and it would be too late by the time he realized that his dream was never going to come to pass.

Fellows grins back at her. “It almost sounds too good to be true.” Then his gaze floats over her shoulder. To Captain Vane.

Of course he’d need the man to confirm.

“Seems to me,” Vane says, leaning forward, putting more of his weight on Hope’s thigh, “that you’ve been sitting on this information for quite some time. Any of the pirate crews in the Caribbean would love to know the location of this cache. There must be a reason you haven’t already sold it.”

Fellows’ eyes shine with guile. “Just waiting for the right offer.” He nods his head, indicating a table under the window on the other side of the room. “Captain Black over there’s interested too.” He leans in conspiratorially. “But I think I deserve more than just a finder’s fee.”

Hope assesses the competition swiftly: two men in threadbare coats, with shifty eyes that betray a certain lack of confidence in their demeanor. One of their mugs lies on its side on the table, unrefilled; their coin might already be running out.

Vane spares only a glance in the direction of his rivals. They’re not even in his class. He summons an agreeable smile to his face for Fellows. “Seems only fair that the man whose careful eye caught the lead should get a larger share of the take.”

Hope smiles at him. He’s picked up on the need for flattery with this one, good.

“But have you ever gone a-pirating, Fellows?” He’s leaning in, looking at him from under heavy brows. “Faced down armed men, trained ones, try to take from them what they’re willing to give their lives to defend?” His face is only a hand’s breadth away from Hope’s, leaning over her the way he is, and she finds herself fascinated by a little muscle flexing in his jaw as he growls out his challenge. “Do you know that you have the stones not to run, not to sink to your knees when your back’s against the wall?”

Fellows licks his lips, but keeps his eyes on Vane’s hard stare. “I won’t run.”

Vane inclines his head, just a fraction. “On my ship, a man earns his share. If you fight alongside us, no matter how hairy it gets when we go in there, I can convince my crew you deserve a lion’s share.” He sits back, his hand traveling just an inch higher on Hope’s thigh. “Or you can stay on board and get your finder’s fee, let us be the ones that get our hands dirty. Your choice.”

Masterful, really. Now they aren’t talking about if Fellows will hire them, but what the terms of his own participation will be. Hope’s first impression of Captain Vane was not one of any formidable wit, but she can see in moments like this how he came to be a leader of men.

Fellows seems to have taken the bait. “Is your crew ready now?”

A long rumble of thunder, too loud to be very distant, interrupts everyone’s thoughts. A glance at the wide double doorway of the tavern shows nothing but roiling clouds, and Hope wonders how she could have missed the sudden darkening of the evening sky. She and Vane step to the door; a massive sheet of rain is sweeping across the bay, the wall of clouds stretching too far for this storm to be brief.

“Don’t think you’ll make it back to your ship before this hits,” Fellows remarks, coming up behind them. “Better to pass the night comfortably here. There’s rooms to let upstairs; I’m in one of ‘em. You two might as well see if there’s another still available. I can show you the island in the morning.”

Hours later, they thump through the narrow upstairs hallway, arm-in-arm and singing one last sea shanty as they see Fellows off to bed. Negotiations complete, there had been nothing else to do but keep drinking, and entertain their cash cow well enough to ensure he didn’t develop second thoughts. They couldn’t have him wandering over to that other table and seeking a counteroffer.

As Fellows pulls the door closed to his room he catches Hope’s eye, head cocked and an inviting smile on his face. Does he think she might sneak out after her “husband” has fallen asleep? Hope barely suppresses a shudder. Good thing they had bought the man so many rounds that he was certain to pass out as soon as his cheek hit the pillow in there. She waves him a bland, friendly goodnight as Vane’s arm about her shoulders drags her on down the hall.

Last door on the right. Hope and Vane had indeed acquired the only room that the inn had left to let for this night. And with the rain continuing unabated, they’re lucky to have it. “Here we are,” Vane announces as he fumbles with the key given to them by the innkeeper while still trying to keep a hold on both her and the lantern, “time for our honeymoon, my sweet.”

Hope grins and slaps him on the chest. She takes the lantern from his hand so he can properly work the door. “I hope the bed is big, Charles, darling, because…” she trails off as her cheeks flush hot, simply unable to finish that line even in jest.

“Would it be too much if I carried you inside?”

Hope laughs and steps over the threshold before he can try it. She doesn’t want to have to face the way all his little physical affections have been making her feel. And yet, she can’t seem to make herself ask him to stop, either.

The door closes behind them and his arm is still around her. They’re leaning against each other more heavily than they would if they were sober, Hope is at least aware of that. And Vane most definitely outweighs her. “Get your legs under you before you topple us over,” she chides.

Instead of leaning away from her, Vane wraps his other arm around her body. “I’ll keep us steady, love.”

Hope tries to ignore the escalation of pet names, holding up the lantern to get a look at their abode for the night. It’s terribly small; there’s barely space for a chair beyond the foot of the modest-sized bed underneath a single window. It seems to be no more than a glorified closet, an alcove where they probably stick stumbling patrons to sleep off their overindulgences. If they’d taken one more step into the room they would have barked their shins on the edge of the furniture.

“Mmmm,” Vane murmurs into her neck, “What is this smell?” He inhales right against her skin, and Hope wonders how much the drink has actually gone to his head. Or hers, for that matter, as she finds herself melting just a little into his arms.

“Rosewater,” she answers, her voice coming out a bit thin, “from that cargo a few weeks ago.”

She can feel the rumbling sound of recognition he makes. A sudden throb between her legs makes Hope certain she’s had too much to drink herself. Her hands want to grasp the lapels of his jacket and pull him closer, but she pushes him away instead.

“What’s the matter?” His eyes look almost sleepy; more relaxed and cheerful than she’s ever seen from the man. A genuine smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as he gazes down at her across the small distance her half-hearted shove had put between their bodies. “We are husband and wife, after all.”

She wants to meet his gaze levelly, to give him the sort of plain, no-nonsense stare that usually keeps the men in line around her. As soon as she looks into his eyes, though, something catches at her, and she cannot summon her frown. How had she never noticed the sweet, boyish softness of Captain Vane’s eyes before? She swallows, and awkwardly realizes she should have said something by now, as his face looms almost imperceptibly closer. She side-steps him, spying a nail beside the door to hang the lantern on. “Oh yes. You’ve yet to apologize to me for that.”

He pulls back. She wanted him to, didn’t she? And yet her heart dips a little as she watches him readjust his expectations. “For saving you?”

Hope just raises her brow and glares.

“He had a look about him,” Vane says defensively. “You wouldn’t like where that look was leading.” He crosses his arms and leans back against the door, which gives Hope just barely enough room to step between the bedframe and him to inspect the state of the linens the bed had been made up with.

“I had him handled.” The blanket is old, but appears unstained, and when Hope turns down the sheets they smell clean. At least there’s that.

“That you did. I was impressed, really, at the way you were able to work the man. It was a real pleasure to watch.”

She risks another glance at his face, checking for sarcasm, but his admiration seems sincere.

“I had no idea you could flirt like that.” He takes a step toward her, but it’s only so he can sit down at the foot of the bed and start working his boots off. “As good as any whore I’ve ever seen.”

Her breath sucks into her chest sharply. She doesn’t have anything against the women who make their living that way, really she doesn’t, but there’s a certain involuntary reaction that comes when that comparison is made.

Vane realizes his mistake almost immediately. “I didn’t mean—” he starts, penitent face turning up to her.

“Of course you didn’t,” Hope cuts him off matter-of-factly.

“I only meant to—”

“I know what you meant.”

Vane drops his head with a pained look and focuses intently on the laces of his boots.

And that’s about the moment when she realizes that not only is there only one bed in this room, there’s barely enough space between it and the walls for someone to sleep comfortably on the floor. A claim over the best sleeping spot would have to be made quickly, and right now it’s Vane’s butt that’s planted firmly on the mattress.

In a moment of almost childish intensity, Hope rushes to sit down next to him. Can’t have his claim appear uncontested.

From the corner of her eye, she sees him turn toward her in silent question, but she focuses firmly on unlacing her own boots. Vane finishes with his and places them carefully underneath the rickety wooden chair past the foot of the bed. His jacket goes next, shrugged off and laid over the chair’s seat.

When she gets her first boot off, he places it next to his own.

“I don’t normally prefer to act like that,” she admits, now feeling a bit embarrassed about her performance with Fellows.

“I know. It’s why I was so surprised.”

“To play that card…” she sucks in a deep breath. “It’s simultaneously the most easy and the most difficult option for a lady. I generally prefer to keep a hand full of better plays. Fellows, unfortunately… I must be his type. He set the terms of the game rather early, and would not be distracted.”

“Is this going to be a problem going forward? The poor chap seems intent on coming along tomorrow, playing pirate with us.” It was in fact all he had wanted to talk about, through five more rounds before they called it a night.

Hope shakes her head. “I don’t expect it to be. So long as he doesn’t find out we lied to him for hours about our marriage.”

Vane leans back, grinning. “It would break his little heart to know that we didn’t force a voyaging missionary to marry us at gunpoint, while the men plundered his ship?”

Hope can’t help but smile at that particular yarn they’d spun. “Honestly, I don’t think he even wants to sleep with me anymore. I think he just wants to be you.”

His eyes flash with glee. “Don’t sell yourself short now, love. If he does, it’s only because being me is the only way to get into your bed.”

She can barely handle hearing him say such things, in the dim light of a single lantern, and close enough that she could reach out and stroke her finger against the stubble along his jaw. She smooths her palm across the sheets between them and changes the subject to a much more important one. “Yes, it is my bed, isn’t it.”

Vane frowns down at her hand, then the floor. He lifts his face with a cool look. “That’s a bit presumptuous.”

Hope cocks an eyebrow.

“I do outrank you. Unless you want to play one of those ‘lady’ cards you’re not very fond of, the bed by rights goes to me.”

“Any gentleman would—”

“I don't believe I have ever been accused of being a gentleman.”

Hope can barely stand to keep meeting his eyes, not with the fire brewing behind those particular words, the way they’re kindling an answering flame in her own core. But she also can’t show him even the least sign of submission on this matter.

Vane interrupts their staring match by shrugging his shirt up over his head.

Hope responds by turning down the sheet and blanket, swiveling on her hip, and shoving both her legs underneath as fast as she can. She fixes her gaze on his climbing eyebrows, not his bared chest, and tucks herself into bed, burrowing her feet behind him and pulling the blanket firmly up to her chin. “You might want to put that shirt back on; the floor’s likely to be cold and none too clean.”

For a moment, he looks like a great beast about to tear out her throat. Then his snarl cracks open into a peal of laughter. Hope giggles a bit too as Vane leans forward and inspects the floor a second time. “You really think my shoulders will even fit into that space down there?”

Hope tries not to blush as she appraises the breadth of her captain’s impressive back. “It will be cozy.”

Vane huffs, tosses his hair—and throws his body down onto the bed beside her. “Cozier here,” he intones, settling his cheek on the pillow right beside hers.

She makes her face show as much affront as she can muster.

“Would you look at that,” he continues, “there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

Vane settles in on his back and closes his eyes. “Suit yourself. I’ll be asleep in about two minutes.”

Playfulness aside, Hope knows that if she kept up her insistence Vane would respect her limits. She also knows that the heaviness in her limbs means she’ll fall asleep soon too, and what does it matter if he’s right beside her or down on the floor as she sleeps off all this ale, anyway. She can even admit that the heat of his body, the grounding presence of his weight in the bed, are somewhat comforting. Distracting, vexing even if she were to think too hard about things like that, but she’s too drunk to think that hard, isn’t she. “Put out the lantern before you pass out.”

She holds up the covers for him when he climbs back into the bed. Their shoulders come to rest softly against each other’s, and Hope falls asleep pondering what might be making Vane’s hair smell vaguely of lemon and cedar.

Sorry, ending on a cliffhanger is not usual for this story, but I already have half of the next chapter written and it picks up directly from here! In fact, yesterday’s teaser technically comes from Part 6.

Taglist is open: @ladyhubris @summertimesadness101 @acebreathesfire@kind-wolf @pleasemelafook-outta-ere

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oh-theatre · 4 years

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Objection!: Chapter 30

Chapter title: Everything Will Be Alright

A/n: Ahahahaah IM SO SORRY im so sorry that its been months im so sorry that this chapter is awful im so sorry im so sorry that i call this awful piece of work anything im so sorry im sorry im sorry bad chapters short chapter ohmygod how dare i call this anything im so sorry im sorry

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words: 2142

summary: They must act quickly when the tiny hospital room tenses up

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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Logan begs, nay he prays Patton would remain blissfully asleep. Through the past few months the poor father had been thrown into obstacle after obstacle after obstacle. Constantly finding himself in trouble, and danger. He knows how hopeless Patton felt, how broken. He just wanted to help his partner find the pieces and put them back together, not lose more vital ones.

“You're not really about to kill a man, in a hospital, surrounded by witnesses, are you?” Roman proposes. To give the judge props, he was handling this with much more patience than expected after finding out your boyfriend was a conspiring murderer trying to rid the world of you and your best friend.

Eh, Virgil was a better option anyway.

Not the time Roman. He should be devastated but of course he isn't. Of course...he's relieved.

Because he's in love with Virgil.

“Don't shoot, be rational James” Logan tries, he knows his efforts are meaningless. The man had been hot on Patton's trails for months. He wasn't Jeff Winger, one charmed speech wasn't going to make this all better. “You wont be leaving the hospital without your hands in cuffs”

“Yeah well at least i'll be leaving with one man…” He eyes Roman and Logan “Or however many dead”

“Mm hydrangeas” Patton mumbles, Logan squeezes his temples so hard hoping his partner stays sleeping. “Log..an” He mutters, tossing over, pulling the blanket closer but remains gentle and soothingly asleep.

“Aw look, he calls for you” James mocks.

“Dude, that's so low” Roman huffs. He looks to Logan but the man's eyes remain planted on his fiancee. Stall, that's all he remembers from Virgil's ramblings. “James...please dont do this” He pulls out his tears, it felt off faking his feelings but James was a murderer so eh. “I thought...was it all a lie?” He questions, fighting back a smirk as the gun lowers slightly. James falters, he looks back with soft eyes to Roman, suddenly in the blink of an eye someone pushes past Roman, grabs James and tackles him to the ground. His gun slides across the room crashing into metal.

“Roman the gun” He hears an exasperated Virgil request. Roman moves in unison with Logan who rushes to a newly awakened Patton.

“What's going on?” He yawns, gladly accepting Logan's embrace. James pops up into his view with Virgil behind him. “James?” He wonders, Roman hands Virgil the gun and the pieces fall into place. His “Oh” was ever so small. Logan only held tighter as their eyes trailed Virgil and James walking away, listening to the detective read off James’s rights. Logan remains right where he stands, glaring out the door. “Lo?”

“Hm?” He snaps looking at his partner.

“Hi, I'm here” Patton comforts, he takes Logan's cheek bringing him in for a gentle kiss. “Alive, and well, and no extra gunshot wounds” He teases, Logan snorts feeling embarrassed as the nose escapes his mouth. “Oh my god, adorable” Patton giggles pulling Logan on to his bed. The lawyers arm drape over him and they hold one another close.

“Please quit scaring me” Logan begs, whispering affectionately into Patton's ears. Patton interlaces his fingers with Logans, kissing his hand lightly.

“Pinky promise”

“Dont make promises you cant fucking keep” Remy storms in. The lawyers sit up, a protective Logan stands, still upset at the detectives for what they had done. Patton fiddles uncomfortably with the blanket. “God are you ok? What the hell happened?” He rushes

“I don't think you're entitled to that information anymore Remy” Logan sighs, his arms folded. “You see that is reserved for Patton's friends” Logan scowls, Patton gasps and wants to speak but a mis-directed glare from Logan quiets him quickly.

“Fuck you Logan” Are the last angered words from the caffeinated detective before he slams the door. The sound shaking Patton. As soon as Logan looks to him he breaks. His tears fall faster than Logan could realize what he had done.

“Patton” He goes, but a sobbing Patton shakes his head begging for a moment alone. “I love you” He says before taking his exit.

Why, why did he leave?

Patton knew what panic attacks felt like, he had plenty. But everytime the shock hit him and it hurt, it scared him with a fear mightier than death. He wanted to call out for Logan but he couldn't speak. A pathetic squeak was all he managed. He pounded at the bedside but couldn't breathe, he clutched hard but couldn't remember any of his usual tricks. When the door opened he had hoped for Logan to be his usual stubborn self.

“Pat I jus-” Virgil begins but sees the pure fear in his friends eyes. He rushes to his side, instantly taking his friends hands. “Stop hitting yourself” he commands, the stern but safe voice sent something over Patton. “I'm going to hold you now” he warns, Patton nods through his shakes. He holds his friend, tightly applying pressure to Pattons nervous system. After a few minutes of pure silence and gentle touch, Patton can breathe steadily once more. “Roman had the goofiest smile while we walked back” Virgil tells, Pattons ears perk up and listen. Something to focus on. “He said he was almost glad he had an excuse to get out of a relationship with James... he said he missed me” Virgil shouldn't have blushed

“H-he does” Patton manages.

“I missed him to…” After a hesitation Virgil looks to Patton who had now cozied himself into Virgil's embrace. “I miss you” He whispers. Like a small child Patton tugs the opening of the detective's jacket.

“I missed you so much” He sighs with a yawn

“Get some rest you dork” He strokes gently watching Patton feel safe as he let himself join the world of rest. Virgil remained comfortable with Patton, he watched the TV on mute with subtitles. After about an hour the door opened, Logan's face morphed through a million emotions as he examined the scene before him.

“Get out” He whispers viciously.

“Logan, specs, i love you but you're being an idiot” He rolls his eyes. “I'm not moving, Patton had a panic attack so i'm staying until he tells me he's ok, not because you're an angry calculator” Virgil stands his ground, he doesn't wait for Logan's reaction he looks back to the tv. Of course this causes him to miss Logan's shoulders falling, and his face softening.

“A panic attack” he breathes, he moves to Pattons other side, serving him a glass of water for when he awakens. “Sleep well sunshine” He delivers a gentle kiss to Pattons forehead before leaving. Virgil smiles at the couple once Logans out of sight.

“God hes so whipped” Virgil laughs to himself.

~~~

“You take yours and Ill take mine” Logan jokes as he and Roman quietly enter the room. Virgil and Patton lay fast asleep cuddled with one another.

“Hes not mine...I mean” Roman sighs, he strokes away the faded purple streaks of Virgil's hair while he situates him into his arms. He looks with a gentle smile as Virgil cuddles into his arms. Roman cant help but place a quick kiss on his forehead.

“Mm?” Patton hums once the comfortable warmth had been left cold and empty. “V?” He manages

“I'm here, Virgils, gonna go home and rest” Logan whispers, cuddling up as he waves Roman goodbye. Patton giggles turning around and kissing Logan as he readjusts his position. “I love you so much, i'm sorry I wasn't here”

“You're here now, and thats all that matters..all thats ever gonna matter” Patton replies, he kisses him once more, Logan feels his face flush with heat so halting. “How are the twins?” He wonders fiddling with Logans fingers.

“Good, Emile is having plenty of fun with them” Logan assures, a breathy sigh on Pattons neck sending a tickle down his spine. “They miss you though,” Logan adds, knowing Patton misses them just the same.

“Well shucks!” Patton grumbles, he sits up allowing himself to still embrace Logan. “Im all rested up!” He laughs, Logan smiles watching the man he loves flood through. “Will you get me my wheelchair! I wanna get out of this bed!” He jumps, Logan chuckles wearily but nods. He takes his stand helping Patton into the chair.

“Where to?” He asks, holding to the chair.

“Anywhere!” Patton giggles pointing forward. “Oo! Let's head to the cafeteria for some food, i'm starving” Patton jumps, Logan leans down giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Anything you for you” He whispers, the serious tone was not missed and Patton took his hand quickly. He squeezed it gently promising he would do anything for Logan. The walk out the rolling of the wheels was smooth across the minted floor. They passed by many rooms, Pattons excitement faltered listening to the sounds of pain, loss...but then…

“Oh Logan stop wait” Patton halts the wheels as they pass the nursery. “Oh look! Twins” He recognizes instantly, they lay next to each other, both girls, both beautiful. “Oh they are gorgeous” He swoons

“Not as gorgeous as your twins” Logan reminds Patton, blushes as he did watching Logan grow with his kids. He didn't have to do it alone anymore. “I love you”

“I love you more than anything Logan” He replies.

“I scared you earlier, didn't I?” He blurts, kneeling in front of his fiancee. “I saw the look, the fear behind your eyes...I reminded you of...him” Logan laments. Patton fiddles with his hospital gown, averting any gaze from Logan.

“I want to make up my own mind, i want to set my own boundaries, and i want to talk to my friends” Patton rushes

“I'm so sorry, i got too defensive and didnt think about you, just about protecting you. I just want you to be safe” Logan defends, still Patton fiddles apprehensive. “I'm not him, and i'm so sorry. There are no excuses for what I did and it will never happen again.” He takes Patton's cheek ever so gently. “Your words and thoughts...they matter Patton. They always will my love.”

“You needn't be so sorry, I know you're not Liam. You never have been. I'm just cautious and…” He looks back to the children, parents fawning over them. “I want this to work” He takes Logans hands kissing them sweetly. “I want this to work more than I have wanted anything in my entire life” Logan lets out a quiet breath. “I love you Logan Tolentino”

“And i love you Patton Hart”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Emile giggles holding Valerie and Remus' hands. They bounce before charging towards the couple hugging them happily.

“Can I be the flower girl?” Valerie questions sitting on Patton's lap. Remus struggles in logan's hold wanting to examine his father's wheelchair.

“I wanna be the flower girl!” Remus argues, Logan takes the back of the boys head gently. “Hi” He smiles happily. He wraps his pudgy arms around Logans neck hugging him. “Im hungry” He ponders instantly pulling away “Dada-” he pauses “Mister Lolo can I still call you that?” He asks. Logans heart tugs just a tad. With no words available in his vernacular he simply nods. “Food time please” Valerie nods in agreement still snuggled up to Patton.

“What the twins want-” Patton begins meeting Logans eyes across the way. Logan returns a gentle smile.

“The twins shall get” He finishes standing up with Remus tight and safe in his hold. Valerie claps in excitement while Remus practically falls over himself laughing. “Im going to put you both into your fathers lap now so i can push his chair” He informs, the kids oblige only thinking of the chair as a new fun toy.

After goodbyes to Emile and gratitude of course for looking after them, they set off to the cafeteria. Though they know that most of the food wouldnt appetize them the children were able to ravish the entirety of their meals.

Ive got to teach these children what taste it, Logan thinks sighing. He looks to Patton whos hand was held in his the entire time, watching as his fiance's eyes grow droopy in the cold saddened room of the hospital. It had been a lot today, the adrenaline had dissipated and the exhausted would set in. But even so tired Patton looked elated, staring and listening intently as the twins rambled away. Even in these dark hours where nothing was certain, there was light. Logan never understood that, he thought that no person could ever bring this type of joy or emotion out of him. Love never made sense, and it didn't have to for him, but right now..it made all the sense...and he loved nothing more.

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baldrambo · 4 years

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On Jim Hopper....

After reading a myriad of analyses and meta on Hopper’s character in S3 on Tumblr/Reddit/Twitter/everywhere, I've come to realize that my understanding of his character and his arc is very different than most interpretations I've seen. And it frustrates me because i think ultimately, the criticism of him is unfairly harsh and misses the point of his arc.

I will make a few bold assertions (bold=likely unpopular) and address them under the cut because the more I’ve thought about this the longer it got and I want to appropriately address each point.

Assertion 1: S1 Hopper is NOT the Hopper we want, in fact, this is regressive! Hopper and we should be glad he’s gone

Assertion 2: S1/S2 Hopper is inappropriately romanticized and it created unrealistic expectations for Hopper’s characterization in S3

Assertion 3: The circumstances in S3 are dramatically different than S1-S2 and drive the changes we see in Hopper’s characterization in S3

Assertion 4: Hopper and Joyce’s arguing in S3 was a symptom of a shift in their relationship dynamic, and not OOC

Assertion 5: Hopper's negative character traits were intentionally amplified in S3 as a juxtaposition for his redemption arc coming in S4

Assertion 1:

When we are introduced to Hopper in S1 he is a pill-popping womanizer. He is a jerk. In episode 1, he shows up to work hungover cracking "your mom" jokes and when Flo tells him that Joyce is worried about her missing kid he dismisses her and says "I’m gonna get on that." A frantic Joyce has to beg him to look for her son and during the conversation, he's throwing in interjections about screwing Chrissy as a teen in the back of his dad's Oldsmobile and somewhat snidely inquiring about whether Will is gay. Not a very nice dude.

It's not until later in the episode when we learn that he had a daughter who is now dead, and begin to suspect that perhaps there is more to him than the jerk-off cop from a small town. And then the first real introduction we get to Hopper, the real Hopper, is in 1x2 when an agitated Joyce asks him "wouldn't you know your own daughter's [breathing]?" He nearly caves then, caves under the weight of his grief, the pressure of dealing with a case of a missing kid, feeling empathy for what Joyce is going through. So what does he do? He retreats to his cruiser as soon as possible and pops a pill. Why? Because he cannot handle the grief and emotion. So he medicates it away.

For anyone who has ever been on Xanax (or see i.e. Benzos in general) they are typically prescribed to dull intense emotions, such as a anxiety attack. You can be in the middle of an anxiety attack (shaking, crying, unable to breathe), and a Xanax kicks in and it halts the entire thing. You feel nothing. When you're in pain, physical or emotional, it kills that pain almost instantly, too. And that’s what makes it so addictive. And it's not just pain that it kills, but pretty much all emotion with it.

Hopper in S1 is popping Benzos because he is at the lowest point in his life. He lost his daughter and his purpose in life. He is merely existing. He feels like a curse. Part of him even seems to feel responsible for Will's disappearance for no other reason than his own misery. Think about 1x1-1x7 Hopper for a second: can you remember a scene when he smiles? Laughs? Gets angry? Cries? Shows really any emotion at all? I've watched s1 multiple times and I don't remember one. He's so heavily medicated that he isn't feeling ANYTHING.

But then in 1x8, we finally get a glimpse of the real Hopper in glimpses of his backstory. A man laughing and playfully throwing around his daughter. We see a broken man crying in a hallway. We see a tender man reading to his daughter. This is the real Hopper who isn't just existing as Hopper is in S1, but living.

Hopper saving Will, this is the very beginning of his redemption. In that moment, he is able to bring Will back. Save him in a way he couldn't with his own daughter. That wall he’s built, quite artfully, is finally cracking.

So you see. S1 Hopper isn't what we want. S1 Hopper was in a deep dark cave. Sure, he was kind to Joyce. Helpful. He listened. He didn't lose his temper. But it's easy not to lose your temper when you're not feeling anything. It's easy to be calm and rational when you’re emotionally detached. But what kind of life is that?

Assertion 2:

In S2, Hopper is already different. In 2x1 our first introduction to Hopper is positioned similarly to S1. He pulls into the station in his police car. He's still grouchy, he's still joking around about dumb shit (dating Bob Derek) but we see a real smile from him. He goes with Joyce and Will to Will’s appointments at Hawkins Lab (we don't know how often but it's obviously frequent enough that Owens jokingly refers to Hopper as Will’s “Pop”). Hopper has a purpose again. To protect Will and Joyce, keep them safe. These are externalities. And as someone as riddled with trauma as Hopper is, externalities make it easier to function. Hyper-vigilance and overprotective/controlling behavior aren’t exactly admirable qualities, but they come in handy when the people close to you are threatened by inter-dimensional shadow monsters.

It’s at the end of 2x1 when we are introduced to the biggest change for Hopper: he has El. Someone to “feed, protect, teach.” And love. Turns out, love is a feeling. And with one feeling comes many feelings. She brought him out of that deep dark cave so now Hopper smiles. Laughs. Cries. Loses his temper. And with those feelings come all of his own insecurities, imperfections, fears. He confides in El at the end of the season about some of these fears: he believes himself to be a black hole. A black hole that took Sara. Almost took Will. And could take El too and he is terrified that will happen. He apologizes for some of his bad behavior. And we see El forgive him because she not only loves him, but recognizes that his anger and fear come from a different place than Brenner’s did. Hopper isn’t exhibiting controlling behavior to manipulate her. It’s because he loves her.

But here’s the thing. His apology and his and El’s recognition of his toxic behavior doesn’t make it okay, and it doesn’t magically make it disappear moving forward.

The 2 year gap between S2 and S3, I think, gave us a lot of time as a fandom to create the Hopper we wanted in our minds. A Hopper that moved past his trauma at the end of S2. A Hopper that didn’t lose his temper anymore because he apologized to El. A temper he can shut off now because the Gate is closed. A Hopper who would patiently wait around for years until Joyce was ready for him and had moved on from Bob. A Hopper who would be fine with sharing El with Mike because love conquers all. A Hopper viewed through rose-colored glasses.

But this isn’t realistic. Trauma can often be complex and in Hopper’s case, compartmentalized, making it easy to burst forth at any given moment and often inappropriately so. It can make you act badly, irrationally. It can be 2 steps forward and 3 steps back. And as an audience, I think a lot of us didn’t expect this to be a part of his storyline in S3. The expectation was that there would be continuous upward growth from his arc in S2 and when that didn’t happen, it was the subverted expectations that led to the disappointment in how his arc was handled in S3. But this disappointment doesn’t mean his arc didn’t make sense.

Assertion 3:

The Hopper we see at the end of S2 seems content. He has El. He has Joyce’s friendship. Things are at peace, the gate is closed. All is well. Or so we think. The Hopper we see at the beginning of S3 is miserable, lonely, sad, fat, and angry. It’s kind of jarring. But so are the circumstances at the beginning of S3. In S3, there is no longer an active threat. Everyone is starting to move on from the events of S1-S2. Joyce and El don’t need his protection anymore because there is no active threat. His hyper-vigilance leads him to almost shooting Betsy Payne’s dog, not shooting inter-dimensional demodogs. His overprotective/ controlling instincts are no longer useful they’re annoying, over the top, and just plain toxic.

In short, there are no longer externalities for Hopper to focus on, so all he has to focus on is himself. And he is not good at doing that, because that means focusing on his fears, insecurities, and imperfections. And the circumstances at the beginning of s3 give him plenty to personally angst about The two major ones:

1) El is growing up. This is normal, of course. Little girls become teenagers who become adults. But El isn’t a normal girl, and Hopper is not a normal Dad. El has superpowers, and she is not a kid anymore. She is a teenager with a boyfriend, she doesn’t need him the same way she used to, and Hopper cannot protect her the way he used to. Hopper lost his daughter when she was ~6 years old and he didn’t get to raise El for the first 12 years of her life. They’ve missed out on so much together.

And here’s the tragic thing: eventually, she will become an adult, and she will no longer need him at all, theoretically. Hopper isn’t her biological father. So what ties El to him, other than her need for him to protect her? In his mind, nothing. In his mind, her growing up means turning 18 and leaving him. Permanently. He can’t lose another daughter. That would break him. So what does he do? “Try to stop the change. Turn back the clock. Make things go back to the way things were.” When she was his little girl he was not in danger of losing her. And because he has trauma, because he is unable to handle his emotions, he takes it out on Mike and Mike/El’s relationship. He takes it out on their closeness. This symbol of her becoming an adult.

2) Joyce is moving away. Understandable, of course. Her youngest son was snatched by the Demogorgon and she had to venture into another dimension to bring him back from near death, he was possessed in S2, and her boyfriend was brutally murdered in front of her. I would want out of there, too. But doing so means leaving Hopper behind. Joyce, the one other constant in his life, who he can talk to about anything, who he relies on for parenting advice for El, who he can trust completely, who is always there for him, who he loves (who perhaps he’s always loved). And she’s leaving him behind.

So he thinks maybe, maybe, if he make her feel safe, if he gives her a reason to stay (him)...that she will. But she stands him up and she doesn’t just stand him up, it turns out it’s because the threat was back and he not only didn’t realize it but wasn’t able to keep them all safe from it, despite that being his sole driving force. He had one job. And he failed.

So, you see, Hopper’s character arc in S3 is about him, and not the externalities in S1-S2. He cannot hide behind the danger anymore. He can’t hide behind “feeding, protecting, teaching.” His flaws and imperfections are on full display and it’s more difficult for us, and Hopper, to sweep them under the rug. They’re amplified by the circumstances and his arc.

Assertion 4:

This is sort of an aside? But something I still wanted to address because I see it come up a lot. Namely, that Hopper and Joyce’s dynamic in S3 didn’t make sense, was out of character, and/or that Hopper’s behavior was abusive. I think that this particular point is important to review not only for Hopper but for Joyce as well, who is integral to Hopper’s character arc, and who I think the fandom often handles with kid gloves. Full disclosure, I AM a Jopper shipper, and have been since 1x1. That being said, I was not bothered by their dynamic in S3 because I think it was an important bridge in the structure of the show as as well as their relationship.

We still at this point in time don’t know what Jopper’s backstory is, although I suspect we are going to finally get that in S4 based on some of the spoilers/casting calls we’ve gotten over the course of the last few months. What we do know is at the beginning of S1 there is a familiarity between them (she calls him Hop), there are rumors around town that they fucked, and they seem to trust each other on a level that is not shared with other adult characters.

I hear a lot of people say S2 was “peak Jopper.” Their relationship is pretty stable. They are friends, he goes with her to Hawkins Lab, she relies on him for safety and protection, they are gentle with each other. It’s nice. But it’s also not very personal. Joyce is with Bob. Hopper doesn’t tell Joyce that he’s been hiding El. They obviously care about each other (and it seems like Hopper has some feelings there) but they hold each other at arm’s length.

This isn’t the case anymore in S3. In S3, there is no more arm’s length. They’re co-parenting. He shows up at Melvald’s at the beginning of 3x1 (reminiscent of Bob appearing at the beginning of 2x1) for advice, which it appears he’s been doing for months. They really have no one else but each other to confide in, which they clearly do a lot. There are feelings there now on both sides (I don’t subscribe to the theory that Joyce doesn’t reciprocate his feelings, but that is a discussion for another thread.)

These new (old?) feelings interrupted the S2 relationship dynamic. They’re not just comfortable friends anymore reminiscing about high school. Hopper wants to be close to her, but doesn’t quite know how and blunders through attempt after attempt and the more she rejects him the more upset he gets and the worse he handles it. Joyce is still struggling to move on from Bob and (imo) is confused about her feelings for Hopper because he is a little bit like Bob, a little bit like Lonnie (and yet nothing like either of them at the same time) and I don’t think she quite knows what to do with that except to fight her feelings and hold Hopper at arm’s length. The end result is bickering and Hopper losing his temper, because neither of them are able to really discuss their feelings for various reasons.

Most significantly, when they’re bickering and when Hopper loses his temper, Joyce is not afraid of Hopper. She is never afraid of him. She holds her own, she argues back, she stands her ground. When he refuses to believe her about the magnets, she steamrolls him into following her to the Lab. When he shouts at her, she shouts back. When he digs at her, she digs back. The problem with characterizing Hopper’s behavior in S3 as abusive is it fails to grasp the intent behind the bickering. They’re attempting to find a new normal, a new relationship dynamic. The way people refer to them throughout the season is heavily coded in language that describes a “team” a “couple.” Because despite the bickering they do respect each other and care about each other and in 3x8 they start to come to that realization together.

(My other issue with calling Hopper abusive is that it makes Joyce a victim. And Joyce isn’t a victim. She’s own her independent entity with needs and wants and desires. After 2 seasons of being “mom,” shoving her into another archetype reliant on another male character’s actions sorta sucks, doesn’t it? I really do not think this what the Duffers were going for here.)

Assertion 5:

Finally, I wanted to touch on the 3 biggest Hopper blunders in S3:

1) Constantly losing his temper. I italicized this further up because I wanted to emphasize the fact that this was not something new in S3. It’s always been there. In S1 the benzo’s were masking it. In S2, he was screaming at a 12 year old girl about how she cannot do anything right. It’s unacceptable behavior. It got worse in S3 because it is also a symptom of a hurting man who is losing control of everything around him. In S1-S2 attempting to control everything worked, in S3 it didn’t work anymore.

2) Breaking up Mike and El. After nearly a year of it just being El and Hopper, he has to share her with Mike. Combine this with El growing up and Mike and El’s co-dependent behavior, it’s a recipe for disaster. He tries and fails at a heart to heart and starts shouting and carrying on instead. Slipping into cop mode is easier than Dad mode. It was also the wrong way to handle it.

3) Trying to push Joyce into a date before she was ready. I already touched a bit on this above in #3, but his eagerness to make her stay leads him to try to push her into something she is not ready for. The end result is more misery for him when she fails to show up, and him being a jerk about it for the duration of the season (”You know he reminds me a little bit of a Russian Scott Clarke.”)

Here’s the thing though, he makes these blunders because he’s flawed. He’s always been flawed. And the combination of his prior trauma, the circumstances leading up to S3, the shift in relationship dynamics between him and Joyce, and the shift of the narrative from externalities to hhis internalities, make S3 very different than S1-S2. And it showed us that Hopper really is more of an anti-hero than a “good guy” and has been this entire time.

And if you wanted him to be the good guy because he had soft moments in S1-S2, S3 was just a set-up for a let-down because Hopper isn’t the good guy. He’s a jerk. And jerks don’t get the girl. Jerks don’t get happy endings. Jerks die. Unless they survive, and get a chance at redemption.

Being trapped in a frozen Russian gulag can kill you, or it can make you stronger. It can make you re-evaluate what you took for granted, how you handled situations, how you interact with those you love, what really matters. And for someone like Hopper, who loves deeply despite his issues, this is the opportunity to turn all of that around and truly start over. And if you are the Duffer brothers, you want to ying and yang that shit so the yang is that much more noticeable and emotional when it happens. This whole journey for Hopper is just as important as the outcome and as someone who loves his character, I want to be with him for that entire journey, not just the “good” parts.

So I guess, in sum, Hopper is a flawed jerk who loves El and Joyce. Who makes mistakes, but usually has good intentions. Who had a lot of bad shit happen to him. Who made a lot of missteps and mistakes, particularly in S3, but deserves empathy and a chance at redemption. Who should come back a changed man and get the girl and the happy ending. And I think S3 needs to be viewed through this vacuum in order to fully appreciate his character and the arc.

And if you read all the way through this, God Bless you.

#Jim Hopper #Joyce Byers #El Hopper #Stranger Things #Jopper #meta #not sure what else to tag this or if should even be tagging this at all?#anyway thank you for coming to my long winded ted talk #please feel free to discuss and add your thoughts if you so desire

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jbbarnesnnoble · 4 years

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Leap Day (Part Two)

Summary: Leap Day is approaching and you have your eye on a guy from accounting. You work in a research capacity with the Avengers, scouring intelligence reports and doing research on localities where missions pop up, which means working closely with Captain America. When you’re overheard talking to Natasha about asking out the guy from accounting on Leap Day, Steve and Bucky go to great lengths to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Features/Warnings: Dark!Stucky. Manipulation; Noncon/Dubcon; smut

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Reader

Notes: This is me dipping my toes in that particular pool. I typically read dark fic, not write it. It is non-con, which I have never written before. Bucky and Steve are manipulative. They are taking what they want. If this is triggering for you skip over this. Please don’t request dark!fic from me. I wrote this mostly as a litmus test for my comfort zone when it comes to writing. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled non-dark fic later this week!

Word Count: 1543

In the wake of your breakup with Wes, you had sworn off dating. You rationalized that if it was meant to be, it would happen. You spent more time with Steve and Bucky between their missions, seamlessly fitting into their routines. As it was, you were in their apartment, making dinner with Steve while Bucky finished up training new recruits with Sam. It had become a routine you appreciated, especially if it meant you weren’t eating alone. Big dinners with the team didn’t happen often.

You were caught off guard when Steve kissed you. You thought you were passed that. You tried in vain to shove him away. As soon as he pulled away, you moved to duck under the arm that caged you in. Something felt off about the whole thing.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” he asked, his arms wrapping around you, effectively trapping you, your back against his front. You could feel his cock starting to harden and froze.

“B-bathroom,” you stammered out. He chuckled.

“Want to try that again with a little more honesty?” he asked. You swallowed. A tension filled the room that only worsened when Bucky walked in.

“Starting without me?” Bucky teased before fully taking in the scene. His eyes narrowed at you.

“Leaving so soon, doll? We haven’t even eaten dinner yet. Where are your manners?” Bucky asked.

“I...I have work I need to get done. I forgot to do something,” you lied. You were becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. You thought they had given up on whatever infatuation they’d had with you after you turned them down.

“You know, lying is wrong, doll,” Bucky said, stepping toward where Steve held you. You knew there was no getting away from them.

“I’m not, I’m not lying,” you said, trying to calm yourself down. Bucky stood in front of you, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“Cute. But you never forget to do anything when it comes to your work,” Bucky said. He took you from Steve’s grasp so the other man could finish preparing dinner. Bucky dragged you to the table, sitting down and forcing you into his lap.

“Since we can’t trust you not to run off, you get to sit on my lap,” Bucky said. You frowned.

“Buck, this isn’t funny, let me go,” you said. His grip on you tightened.

“You and Stevie made dinner. You should stay and enjoy it,” he said.

“Can I at least sit on a chair?” you asked. He shook his head.

“You lost that privilege,” he said. Steve brought the food out, setting the lasagna dish in the middle along with a salad. You moved for the lasagna only to have Bucky stop you. He grabbed a bowl from where you would have been sitting and filled it with salad. He and Steve both looked at you expectantly. You frowned.

“I’m not a big salad person,” you said.

“Sweetheart, eat your salad. We won’t tell you again. You can’t skip over the healthiest part of the meal, not anymore,” Steve said. Anxiety sat in the pit of your stomach, heavy like a rock. You couldn’t figure out a way out of this. You ate in silence, not looking up at either man. You finished the salad and plated your lasagna. Once the meal was finished, Steve scooped you up from Bucky’s lap while Bucky collected the dishes.

“Get her ready for us. She’ll understand by the time we’re done tonight. We want what’s best for her. We know what’s best for her,” Bucky said. You thrashed in Steve’s arms as he carried you toward the bedroom. He tossed you on the bed, grabbed your wrists with ease. You weren’t sure what he attached to your wrist, but it wasn’t metal. The second wrist followed. You knew there was no way out.

“What...what are you doing?” you asked.

“Showing you that we can take care of you, sweetheart. We love you. Rick and Wes, they’re boys. They have no idea what to do with a woman like you, no idea what you need,” Steve said. You kicked as he went to unbutton your pants.

“None of that. You’re in enough trouble as it is, sweetheart. You keep this up, I’ll tie your legs down too,” Steve said as he pulled your pants down along with your panties. Tears welled in your eyes. You didn’t want this, want them. Not like this. You gasped as he tore your shirt, undoing the strapless bra you had worn once the shirt was out of the way. It was the only one you had clean, the others in the wash.

The door clicked open and Bucky strode in. He paused, taking in the sight of you on the bed. You saw the bulge in his pants and froze. Both men appeared to be well endowed, bigger than anyone you’d been with. You had been so lost in thought, you missed Steve undressing, or that Bucky had sat down on the bed, dressed in nothing but his boxers.

“We’ll pretend your outburst earlier didn’t happen. You don’t know the rules yet, doll. Can’t punish you for not knowing the rules. We can talk about those later, but for now. Steve and I are going to show you how good we can be to you, how much we love you. Those boys you were messing around with, they don’t deserve you doll. They didn’t deserve a chance to see you like this,” Bucky said as he trailed his hand from your cheek down your neck to your breast. He gently squeezed one of your breasts before teasing the nipple. You bit back a moan at the sensation. You refused to give them the satisfaction. Steve slid between your legs, forcing them apart with ease. You tried to kick, but he held your legs down.

“Sweetheart remember what I said. I don’t want to have to tie your legs down too,” Steve said. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks. You didn’t want this. Not like this. Steve ran two fingers from your clit to your entrance. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the realization that you were wet.

“Would you look at that, our girl is soaking wet,” Steve said, holding his fingers up. Bucky wore a smirk on his lips.

“You can keep fighting, darlin’, but you’re only fooling yourself,�� Bucky murmured before capturing your lips with his. Steve slid two fingers inside you as his lips wrapped around your clit. You arched up at the sudden contact, letting a moan slip out. Steve didn’t let up as Bucky continued kissing you. Bucky moved from your lips to your neck, sucking a bruise into the juncture where your neck and shoulder met. The dual sensations pushed you over the edge and you came with a loud moan. Shame filled you. You shouldn’t enjoy this. Not like this. Never like this.

“That’s it sweetheart, let us hear you. We just wanna make you feel good,” Steve said as he pulled away, face glistening with your juices. You were caught off guard by the kiss as he and Bucky swapped places. It was enough to distract you from Bucky pressing his cock into you. You froze as he inched forward. You couldn’t deny the surge of pleasure as he fully sheathed himself within you before pulling out and pressing back in. You found yourself lost in the pleasure. Steve pulled away from you, undoing the ties that bound your wrist. Bucky was quick to withdraw before flipping you onto your stomach. He pulled you up so you were kneeling, chest meeting the bed before entering you once more.

Steve moved in front of you, looking at you expectantly as he positioned himself in front of your mouth. You knew you had no choice. They were both stronger than you. You lost the drive to fight against them quickly. You opened your mouth and he pressed forward, wrapping a hand in your hair.

“That’s it sweetheart, fuck, that’s a good girl,” Steve said. You hated that part of you that preened at his praise. This was wrong. But they both felt so good. Your emotions were all over the place.

You were pushed over the edge once more when Bucky’s flesh hand found your clit. Bucky followed shortly after, finishing inside you. Steve’s thrusting into your mouth ceased as he pulled out, replacing Bucky between your thighs, flipping you onto your back once more. It didn’t take him long to finish. He didn’t withdraw from your right away.

“See how good it can be? How good we can be? Just have to let us in sweetheart. We only want what’s best for you,” Steve murmured. You were too exhausted to argue, to fight. You weren’t sure how to feel. Violated. But they had shown more care and concern than any lover you’d had. But you still felt anger. They took what they wanted, no room for argument. You didn’t respond as they cleaned you up, putting you in a bath before pulling a shirt over your head. You sobbed once they tucked you between them.

“Shh, shh, it’ll be alright sweetheart. You’ll see. You’ll see,” Steve said.

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letitmclennon · 4 years

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So Suburra is over and I’m like emotionally and physically shattered.

Season 3 was generally good, but it seems like the authors wanted to end the series too quickly (only 6 episodes? Really?).

I’ve so many feelings and I can’t put them in order. But I’ll try because I have to.

If you keep on reading from now, beware of spoilers!

First of all, let’s just say I like this series isn’t a prequel of the movie anymore. I’ve never seen the movie, other than THAT scene, but from what I know, I’m glad they changed idea. And I think it’s because they realized that what they have created in the series was too beautiful to be ruined in that way - which is Aureliano killing Spadino so coldly. It was practically unreal that Aureliano would kill Spadino after what they had been through.

And most of all, after this... ⬇

But I’ll talk about Spadino and Aureliano later.

So, I said it seems the authors wanted to get rid of the series quickly. And that’s because of some events that are surprising plot twists. Like Monaschi going away after only one scene and Samurai who gets killed in the first episode. I didn’t see it coming so soon, it’s a mistake that he wouldn’t have done in the past seasons. On the other end, there’s a crescendo of tension that explodes in the last episode. You just find yourself wanting to see more till the end, even though, deep down, you know it’ll be a sad ending.

The whole Cinaglia’s storyline was also interesting. At the beginning he was the new one, the honest politician who wants to change Rome in a positive way. Soon after, though, he becomes like any other politicians and understands that he has to make business with the underworld to keep his position. And from the moment he enters this vicious cycle, he just can’t come out anymore. That leads him to a peak in which he kills his wife, becoming a criminal, exactly like the ones he wanted to fight at the very beginning. It’s disturbing but it’s also quite realistic. That said, I like Filippo Nigro’s acting, I didn’t think he could be such a creepy character.

I really liked Nadia and Angelica becoming friends. They are strong and, unlike their boyfriends, they’re more rational. Aureliano and Spadino have always been too reckless. Angelica immediately figures out Manfredi’s betrayal and tries to warn Spadino, but of course, he is too lost in his perfect world where finally he has become Aureliano’s partner in crime. Nadia is smart and badass as well, risking everything they’ve built to protect Aureliano and showing him she can decide of her own life by herself. In the end the two girls comfort each other for what they have lost, their men and also the baby. And that was so good to see.

And finally, let’s say something about Aureliano and Spadino. Before the release of season 3, I read some interviews where both Giacomo and Ale said the final season would be a love story between two great friends that love each other. I was so happy, because, ok, we all know Spadino never really stopped loving Aureliano. I mean, even if he tried with that poor guy in season 2, he couldn’t just get over him. And we can see how his love for Aureliano is central in the final series too. To him, their friendship and partnership is what gives a meaning to everything. He can’t just stop thinking about him, and being jealous. During the party he just sort of loses it and goes to interrupt Aureliano and Nadia’s kissing.

Look at him, so bloody jealous.

What I was unsure about was Aureliano’s feeling for Spadino. We all remember at the end of season 1, he was disgusted when he found out about Spadino’s homosexuality. And yes, in the end of season 2 he said “te voglio bene, Spadì”, which in italian means “i love you” but as a friend, a brother in this case, because he keeps on calling him “fratè” (fratello= brother). So I was sure that there would be a moment in which Spadino would make a big mistake and Aureliano would just break up their friendship. Also because I was still thinking the series was a prequel to the movie. Luckily from the first episode with Samurai’s death we find out this isn’t true anymore. I became more and more confident that their friendship would go on, no matter what.

In fact there are mistakes on both parts, Spadino and Aureliano, but they know they could only trust each other now. They put this relationship above everything else, families and business.

Spadino also tries to kill his brother for Aureliano, but he just can’t, because his family is still too important in that moment. And the following scene is just heartbreaking. Spadino tells Aureliano he is sorry because he wasn’t good enough to kill his brother, and that it would have been better if his family killed him only for being a “faggot”.

And Aureliano does something very sweet. Something strange if you think how disgusted he was about Spadino being gay.

He caresses his neck, his thumb stroking Spadino’s cheeks tenderly, like he wants him to finally accept himself for who he truly is. And this shows us that Aureliano has definetely accepted Spadino’s truly essence and, I think, his feelings for him too. Because, come on, it’s obvious he knows!! I’m not saying he loves him back romantically, but of course he cares so much about Spadino, more than anything else.

From now on it’s a crescendo of events and tension which leads us to the final episode.

Spadino wants to kill his brother once and for all, but he falls into the trap of his father-in-law and Manfredi. So, this is the crucial event. Aureliano is about to put his hands on the key to rule Rome, the power he has always wanted. But Nadia calls him and tells him about Spadino being in danger.

Sibilla tells him “It’s not time for feelings”, but Aureliano doesn’t think twice and goes straight to save Spadino.

Now, it was a real surprise, seeing him throwing away the power to save his best friend’s life. This is a classic foolish act he would do, but for the first time it’s also the most heroic and altruistic thing he has ever done. Also because then, he understands that the only way to save Spadino is to sacrifice himself.

So he winks at him, as if he wants to reassure him, tells him “ciao fratè” and then goes out shooting at Manfredi’s men.

Do we have to talk about him dying in Spadino’s arms? Because it’s too hard to do it. But we’ll try.

Of course Spadino tries to reassure him that he’s going to be ok. But no, they both know Aureliano is dying. And Spadino knows he’s losing the love of his life, the only person who gave a meaning to literally everything that he still has.

The whole scene is heartbreaking. But the moment that hit me most is when Spadino tells him “Don’t leave me”. I mean, how can you go on living after that? Please, tell me if you know.

So Aureliano sacrifices himself for Spadino. If this isn’t love, I don’t know what else it is then. And with him gone, Spadino loses his heart too, but now he has the strenght and the anger to get his revenge and finally kills his brother with the same knife he gave him.

The end is so sad. The way he wants to say goodbye to Aureliano, all alone, in the middle of the sea. It’s the best and saddest scene I’ve ever seen in a while.

He knows he can’t show his pain like Nadia does after, so he allows himself this moment of privacy where he can be with Aureliano finally alone, cradle him in his arms, caress him and kiss him, basically what he has really wanted to do to him, but he wasn’t allowed to.

He also gives Nadia Aureliano’s ring. He could have kept for himself, but even now he puts Aureliano above everything else. I think he knows Aureliano would want Nadia to have his ring.

Besides, nothing matters now to Spadino, not even Angelica. When she didn’t want anything more from him, after losing the baby, he still wanted to be with her and have a family. But that was because Aureliano was still alive. And like he says, on the beach scene, she was right thinking that his heart was with Aureliano, and that was true when Aureliano was alive, but also after his death. So now life itself has lost meaning to Spadino and he gives up on everything, Angelica and his family.

He chooses to be alone, with his grief and his feeling guilty, because knowing him, he does feel Aureliano’s death is his own fault. I was thinking that Spadino would be the one to die, but meanwhile I really hoped he would survive in a way. And he did, but I think with Aureliano gone, he is as well as he died with him.

I think I’ll be missing these two guys a lot, the way they laugh with each other, how much they care for each other, and the amazing development of their characters and their bond.

Besides Alessandro and Giacomo had such a strong chemistry which gave a lot to their characters. It was just incredibile, and being Italian, I’m so proud of this series and the wonderful job all the staff did.

if you have read so far, thank you and... DAJE!!

#suburra #suburra spoilers #spadeliano #spadino anacleti #aureliano adami #aureliano x spadino #netflix #suburra season 3 #suburra s3 #giacomo ferrara #alessandro borghi

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mittiemoo · 4 years

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i am having a lot of FeelingsTM about mcspirk at this point in my life, please, let me show you my pain

i have extensive thoughts about what occurs at the end of the five year mission and through the first batch of trek films, right

so the five year mission is ending - mcspirk has been mcspirking for a while now, how they got together is its own separate thing that DON’T WORRY i’ll inevitably get to discussing another time, but the enterprise is landing soon and the boys are figuring out what’s going to happen next, right

and god. spock. poor, poor spock. he has a Dark Night of the Soul where the conflict between his human emotions (read his relationships with kirk and mccoy) and his vulcan upbringing and heritage and dignity come to a CRISIS POINT, and god bless spock, he just isn’t ready at that point in his life to pick anything other than All Vulcan All The Time. it hurts him, so, so much, but he is determined to go through with kolinahr, because that’s what Good Vulcans Do.

jim is, understandably, not jazzed about this decision, but in the end i think he comes to a sad, but grounded understanding that spock is doing what he thinks is best for himself, so he lets him go.

but mccoy. fuck. mccoy can not understand how spock could make this choice. after everything they’ve been through together, after watching them all grow and change together, after spock opened up to them and shared parts of himself with jim and mccoy that he’d never shared with anyone, mccoy can’t believe he’d make that choice. to him, it’s a complete betrayal of spock’s true nature (he’s not wrong) and he can’t accept it. mccoy confronts spock about it and it’s bad. spock is in so much pain that he can’t show mccoy, he is completely shut off from him and that is just the worst for mccoy. ‘at least tell me why, spock.’ and spock says it’s because he must, as a Vulcan, not addressing any of mccoy’s concerns about spock’s human half or their relationship or spock’s relationship with jim, nothing.

so spock leaves on sad, but relatively stable standing with jim, but as far as mccoy is concerned the spock he knew is dead to him. the sense of betrayal and heartbreak is just too much for mccoy to take. this puts stress on the mckirk dynamic as well, jim and mccoy get in to it about spock, jim’s position being ‘he’s his own man and has the right to choose’ and mccoy’s being ‘it’s not a choice when it’s Vulcan Dignity that’s making the choice for him.’

it’s very sad, and very bad.

mccoy quits starfleet because it’s all just too much for him. jim accepts the rear admiral position to stay earthbound to be with his boyfriend (so sweet), and then v’ger happens. jim gets bones back on his ship in an admirable show of pure finesse, and then,

SPOCK!

even mccoy, who hasn’t yet forgiven spock but has through time come to a begrudging acceptance that it is what it is, forgets his hurt and anger for the briefest moment and is just happy to see spock again

and spock gives him nothing (this scene is brutal in the movie, even without my shipping theory on top of it) and mccoy goes back to being Over It. he feels like a fool for letting himself think just for a second things might have changed.

then the rest of the movie happens and we get to T H I S S I M P L E F E E L I N G

it’s so good, but it’s also The Worst. of course jim and spock make up, they’re like, th’y’la or whatever, but for mccoy it’s just not so simple. he’s glad that spock’s finally gotten wise and has decided to maybe not sever all ties to the human experience inside his half-human body for christ’s sake, but the pain for mccoy is still there.

jim is Very Excited to get mcspirk back up and running, but mccoy just can’t do it yet. jim is able to forgive spock with no more questions asked, but mccoy isn’t. mccoy and spock are still both Very Emotional about this whole experience - spock is grappling with what this new choice means for him and how he ever made the choice to kolinahr in the first place, and mccoy just can’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t enough for spock, and still isn’t. as far as mccoy can see, spock doesn’t know or care to know about what this did to mccoy (which he’s wrong about, spock just isn’t ready at that time to do the work with mccoy to have that kind of understanding, spock’s still Going Through It, as it were).

so for a while, mcspirk exists in a strange, not great open triangle situation with spirk, mckirk, and Just FriendsTM spones.

mccoy spends this time trying to soften his heart for spock - he learns over time that spock’s just doing the best he can, man, and mccoy does love him and wants him to be happy, but as the years go on and neither mccoy nor spock reach out to each other to broach this gap the Kolinahr made between them, mccoy settles in the idea that this is just how it’s meant to be (it’s not).

then spock dies LMAO in the absolute most buckwild ‘please take me back’ move of ALL TIME, spock puts his soul in mccoy’s mind and sacrifices himself for the ship. WOW.

and yes. with spock’s death, mccoy is just, completely devastated, because of course he thought that maybe someday they’d work things out and be together and happy again, but now all mccoy has are the wasted years spent in unspoken strife, and that SUCKS!!

but because mcspirk is endgame, ohoho, mccoy, you can bring spock back, all you have to do is risk your entire human life!

and OH BOY is that something leonard h. bones mccoy is prepared to do!! absolutely!!!! no question!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so mccoy chooses the danger and spock is back now, hooray

and after all this, after ALL THIS SHIT you know what i think mccoy has a realization. i think he realizes he doesn’t need spock to apologize to him. the time mccoy spent with spock’s soul inside his brain gave him what he needed - the reassurance that spock’s essence is not only rational, but Loving and Good things mccoy’s always known about spock, but for a lot of their time spent together, has felt disconnected from.

and, god, after this, this is when mcspirk really starts going off

because spirk and mckirk have been relatively strong this whole time - the only unstable branch has been spones, and for the first time, mccoy and spock can be on the same page. you know, as much as they’re able to be.

spock loves mccoy, he’s loved mccoy this whole time it’s just been Difficult, but now mccoy is able to see this without the pressure and weight of a situation that happened years ago. he’s able to appreciate what spock is doing to show his affection toward mccoy now, and they begin a slow and sweet process of courting one another that honestly, as a die-hard spones shipper since 2013, makes me sick with how great its potential is.

mccoy isn’t worried about kolinahr, he’s not worried about how spock and jim’s connection is ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘better ’’’’’’’’ than his and spock’s, he’s just taking things as they are, and is having a grand old time with it.

and, of course, once mccoy is able to do this, once he’s able to get over his pain and just accept spock like jim’s been able to all this time, that’s when spock feels able to let mccoy back in, to let him see how he truly felt all those years ago and how he feels now.

and then there’s like, whales or something, they go camping, and it’s just smooth sailing for me as far as i’m concerned. the mcspirk is locked, loaded, and not going anywhere.

*deep sigh*

thanks for hearing me out it’s been a lot, thank you

#mcspirk #spones #star trek #star trek tos

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