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lesetoilesfous · 3 years

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Hii :3 I love reading your stories Lese? Is it alright if I call you Lese?? I saw that you were taking prompts and are very close to getting a bingo on that last row. Buried Alive for Anders maybe, whenever youre available ofc? Fenders??? :0 hshsjsjskjd

Hey, thank you so much!! I'm happy to be called Lese, I like Les or Kat, but anything works!!! Thank you so much for helping me try to get a bingo, I really hope you enjoy this one!!!

@badthingshappenbingo Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Prompt: Buried Alive

Pairing: Fenders

Characters: Fenris, Anders, Marian Hawke, Varric Tethras

Additional Tags: Graphic Depiction of Injury, Buried Alive, Panic Attack, Trauma Responses, Pre-Relationship, Past Flogging, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word Count: 2,380

Rating: Mature

“I’ve got it, go! GO!” Anders’ voice bellowing is the last thing Fenris hears before the overwhelming thunder of the cavern collapsing around them drowns out everything else.

He feels as if his mind and his body are torn apart as he runs: his legs leaving his conscious control as they’re overtaken by sheer animal instinct to get away from the collapsing mountain, his mind and sweat-stinging eyes full of the image of Anders’ tall, broad body holding his staff over his shoulders and propping up enough of a threshold for his friends to escape. Fenris’ sweating, bloody feet skid on the sandy stone as he’s deafened by the roar, his breath coming in and out of his lungs in great heaves of fresh snow and broken glass. Ahead of him is the ocean: wide and blue and wrinkled, utterly untouched by the chaos on the beach. Varric skids into the sand beside him with Hawke’s hand on the back of his jacket, her bicep tense where she’s half-lifting the dwarf off the ground.

Fenris blinks, turning around, dizzy suddenly with breathlessness and adrenaline as every chemical pumping through his body flushes into his racing mind. He stumbles, and Hawke catches him, deftly, her blue eyes wide and over-alert the way they always are whenever they get into a situation they might not survive. Fenris has seen that expression on soldiers before, and doesn’t doubt she’s carried it with her since Lothering. He neither pulls away nor leans into her touch, and after a moment she drops her hand to rest on her thighs, bending almost double as she heaves in her breath.

Behind them there’s a hissing avalanche of sand, and great scabs of reeds come tumbling down onto the beach as the cavern crumbles. Fenris has seen the devastating effects of gaatlok before, but somehow his memory never fully prepares him for the imminent blast radius. Slowly, terribly slowly, Fenris’ heart starts to slow, and his breathing begins to return to normal. He becomes aware of the sweat drying on his neck, and the salty taste of the sea breeze in his mouth. His ears are still ringing with the thunder of the cavern collapse when he hears a snap.

The sound is sharp as a whip, even through the stormcloud of noise, and Fenris notices Hawke and Varric exchange a startled look out of the corner of his eye in the split second before he starts running. Fenris stumbles to a stop in front of the cave entrance: a mess of black and grey boulders stained with algae and riddled with tumorous molluscs. The stones have cracked open in places, revealing rich layers of red and orange and yellow. Fenris barely notices, he breathes, and coughs on the sand kicked up the collapse, and breathes again before shouting into the mess. “MAGE! MAGE! MAGE! IF YOU YET LIVE, ANSWER ME.”

Fenris stops, and hears his own voice snatched by the wind and away down the dunes. At Hawke’s heels, Dog is whining, frightened by Fenris’ uncharacteristic display of emotion. Hawke puts a hand on Fenris’ shoulders, and he shrugs her off and hates her a little when her mouth falls in a brief moue of sympathy that’s gone when he blinks. She climbs up the rocks a little, one boulder reaching halfway up her torso. “ANDERS! ANDERS, ARE YOU IN THERE?”

There’s an ominous rumble, and a skittering rain of gravel and sand tumbles down the boulders. Varric clears his throat. “Go easy on the yelling, you two. We don’t want to make it worse.”

Fenris turns to him, seized by a sudden, terrible blade of hope that skewers his heart and twists in it. “Varric. What do we do?”

Varric raises an eyebrow at him. “I grew up on the surface, remember? Your guess is as good as mine.”

Anger, sudden and red, floods behind Fenris’ eyes. “That’s not good enough!” His voice rings against the rocks, and Varric purses his lips. Hawke steps between them.

“Quietly, remember? Come on, if we start moving this lot now then -” She doesn’t finish. Doesn’t say, if he’s unconscious, he might have a chance. Doesn’t say, we could get him before he bleeds out. Doesn’t say, there’s no way we can stop him suffocating, now.

Fenris nods, more relieved than he wants to admit at finally having something to do. He starts grabbing rocks, randomly at first - until one boulder grinds down onto his hand and he has to bite his arm til it bleeds to stop himself from screaming. After that it’s slow, terrible work, one rock at a time, for hours, as the bright blue sky above them bleeds to gray to welcome a hot, muggy evening and black stinging bugs emerge from the dunes to nip curiously at their burning skin.

Fenris’ knuckles are aching, and his palms are chafed raw, scratched and bleeding by the time they get through. Hawke is little better, her knuckles scraped and bruised. Even Dog is covered in a thick layer of dust, and Varric has lain Bianca reverently beside a dune with his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, an expression of uncharacteristic severity on his face as he frowns at the boulders.

The first thing they find is his staff. Fenris knows it wasn’t important to him - had seen how easily Anders had dropped one staff for another, stolen from a former gangster or some other ne’er-do-well who had had the misfortune to attack them. But there’s still something terribly simple about the snapped, useless wood when they find a splintered shaft in the rubble. Fenris blinks, and sees Anders, wide shoulders braced by that staff as he held up the collapsing ceiling, hair thick with dust and rubble. He swallows against his dry throat, sore with rock dust, and keeps moving rubble.

The sky is bleeding red by the time they find him. Dog finds him first, yelping and then whining as she scrabbles at the dust. Fenris thinks, distant, numb in his shock and delayed grief, that Anders would be surprised to learn the hound cared. But then he’s there, his feet having moved him again, without thought, and he’s crouching to lift a great splintered boulder out of the way, and his toes touch soft hair and Fenris nearly cries out. As it is, he dumps the boulder and rushes forward.

Anders is pinned between a series of rocks. His eyes are open and his hand is purple and covered with cherry red blood. Blood seeps out between the boulders around him, and his nose and mouth are thick with it. His eyes are wide open and staring, and for an awful, awful heartbeat Fenris thinks he’s dead. But then the low, soft sound of murmuring reaches him over the constant sound of the sea. “Letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout.”

Fenris drags on the lyrium sewn into his skin and for the first time in his known life finds himself thanking the Maker, or Andraste, or the Creators, for this hideous, agonising ability. He plunges his hands through the thick stone of the rock, and wraps his fingers around a horrifically mangled mass that he thinks is one of Anders’ shoulders, and pulls.

Anders screams - an awful, hoarse thing that breaks on the way out of his split lips. But he’s out, and in the dirt, and breathing, and Fenris doesn’t think before he pulls the man into his arms and holds him so tightly his arms hurt. Fenris’ tattoos are still glowing, star-bright in the growing dark, and his muscles feel locked in place as he buries his face in Anders’ shoulder and breathes in the stink of sweat and piss and blood. He doesn’t care. He holds Anders so hard he’s shivering. He can’t shake the idea that if he lets go, even a little, he’ll forget how to breathe.

After several long minutes, in which Fenris’ muscles become so tense they ache like a bruise, Anders comes back into himself, slumping into Fenris’ arms. The movement jostles his mangled shoulder, and he whimpers, and Fenris’ arms tighten around him, as if a simple embrace will stop the pain. When Anders starts to cry, softly, trembling into Fenris’ shoulder, Fenris realises that his own face is already wet with cold tears that he doesn’t remember crying. Above them, the sky is charcoal and midnight blue, and the first stars are climbing over the sea.

Hawke lights a campfire, and steps closer to touch Fenris’ shoulder. He doesn’t react, but she doesn’t let go until he turns to look at her. Her face is still streaked with dust, and her eyes are red, but there are no signs of tear tracks that he can see in the dark. Her strong jaw is tense when she says, firmly, “We need to deal with his injuries.” Her face softens, slightly, as she adds, “You can hold him again, after.”

Slowly, feeling as if he’s been petrified in place and is now trying to coax stone, Fenris stiffly uncurls his arms. Anders doesn’t do or say anything, though his breathing hitches at the movement of his mangled arm. Fenris pushes his dusty hair out of his face, trying to avoid a thick gash across his forehead. “Mage. We need to look at your injuries.”

Anders looks at him slowly, his brown eyes almost gold in the firelight. He nods, and Fenris moves his hand to gently begin the process of peeling his blood-encrusted coat away from his skin. Anders clenches his teeth, his jaw thick with stubble full of dust, and breathes in long, shaking breaths as Fenris moves the filthy leather. When he gets to the worst of it - a place where Anders’ coat and shirt are black with blood and concave as they’ve been pushed into his body, Fenris grits his teeth. “One - two -” Before he says three, Fenris rips the coat free, causing Anders to cry out and topple forward. Fenris catches him on his good shoulder, and behind Anders, Hawke and Varric’s faces go pale.

“Blood and ashes.” Varric murmurs, looking sick. Anders’ breath starts coming faster in short, shallow pants. Fenris rushes forward, brushing his cheek with his thumb, fingers curled around his ear.

“It’s alright. It’s alright. We’ve got you.”

It takes Hawke an hour to get the debris out of the torn, broken mess of Anders’ shoulder blade. When she’s done, there’s a thin sheen of sweat across her pale skin and she looks older than she has since Bethany joined the Wardens. The fire is low and red, but Varric keeps wandering off to fetch more driftwood. There’s a small pile of shattered stone and bone on the sand that Hawke buries almost immediately. Dog is lying down beside her master, sandy head on her great paws, whining occasionally when Anders huffs a soft sound of pain. Fenris is trying, hard, not to stare at the canvas of familiar scars exposed by their impromptu operation, glittering silver in the dark like a crosshatch tattooed across Anders’ freckled back.

The sea laps softly at the beach behind them, and around them the dunes hiss with the breeze. Hawke looks at Fenris, “That’s all I can do, for now. Hopefully his mana will be back tomorrow and he’ll be able to heal the rest.” She swallows, thickly. “I knew I should’ve brought Merrill.”

Between them, Anders is all but unconscious, lying on his front, naked down to his waist, skin covered in newly cleaned cuts and bruises. Fenris stares at him for a long moment, running his fingers through the other man’s hair. He thinks he’s trying to comb the dust out, but it’s not doing much and it’s more of a nervous habit than anything. He breaks the sighing silence between them. “It’s not your fault.”

Hawke says nothing, sitting back on the other side of the fire and staring at the shifting sea, gilded with silver by the moon. The fire licks gold and rubies across her skin. She bends her knees, and rests her elbows on them, pressing her forehead to her skin and breathing for several long moments. Fenris waits. He knows he won’t be sleeping much tonight, anyway. Eventually, Hawke turns her head to the side, still resting on the pillow of her forearms. “I didn’t know you were close.”

Fenris’ fingers pause in their combing of Anders’ hair. But after two heartbeats, the discomfort of not reminding himself that the man beside him is still alive is greater than compromising whatever bud of new life they’d been nurturing between them. He bites the inside of his cheek to try and wake himself up from the distant feeling of grief and shock. “It...has not been happening for long. But I think the feelings which led to it have been growing for some time.” A shadow of a smile touches the corner of his lips. “Perhaps it has been growing since the day we met.” Hawke snorts, and Fenris’ ghost of a smile grows into something honest when he looks at her, and more than a little self deprecating. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Hawke shrugs, the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth softening as she looks at him. “Oh, I don’t know. Opposites attract.”

Fenris snorts, then, and Dog looks up with a hiccoughing huff to see what they’re coughing at. Fenris leans forward, feeling the heat of the fire licking up his sides as he scratches Dog’s soft head. She whines, and yawns, baring a series of black and yellow teeth. Fenris leans further, and digs his fingertips behind the warm velvet of her ears. Dog’s tail thumps softly against the sand. Fenris looks up when he feels Hawke watching him. Her blue eyes are like bottled lightning in the dark. “You’re a good man, Fenris.”

Fenris gives her a tight smile, trying to stifle the pain behind it, and sits back, moving to drag a blanket out of his pack and lay it lightly over Anders. Anders huffs, and sighs in his sleep, face creasing in pain when he moves onto his shoulder. Fenris cards his fingers through his hair until the wrinkles ease, before looking back up at Hawke and saying, honestly. “So is he.”

#bad things happen bingo #dragon age 2 #fenders #fenris #anders #my fic #bananat-coconat #anon

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iwa1zumis · 3 years

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“i love you and i like you”: passion and burnout in Haikyuu!!

tw: discussions of self harm, anxiety, burnout and breakdowns.

spoilers for the whole manga!!

okay this is probably gnna be jflkafjdklfj all over the place, but i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the difference between loving and liking something, and how haikyuu emphasises the importance of both those feelings being present when pursuing a passion.

a quick look at google (and i KNOW my college professors are cringing away in horror victor frankenstein-style @ my use of google definitions but jflajfsdk bear with me!!) demonstrates how often the concepts of love and like are conflated, with love her being framed as a sort of deeper or more intense like: “to like or enjoy very much” to be specific. but personally i’ve always thought there’s something a bit misleading about that kind of definition, since its absolutely possible to love something or someone without necessarily liking them. to take a personal example: i love debate. i debated through middle and high school, made captain of the debate team, and was constantly travelling to and fro for different tournaments. even before i started to debate formally i’d jump at the chance to do mini-debates in class, argue with and rebut parents and friends over meals and causal conversation.... you get the idea. i loved debate, and still love it dearly, but i honestly don’t think i particularly liked it much. tournaments would always fill me with the most INSANE kind of stress, i’d barely eat or sleep in the days leading up to a meet, and i’ve had more muffled bathroom breakdowns in between rebuttals than i can count. after my final year of high school, i decided against joining the debate at university. i knew that if i were to retain ANY love for the activity going into the future, i had to force myself to take a break.

so what does this solipsistic tangent have to do with haikyuu, you ask? well i have no doubt that a vast majority of the players in the series love volleyball. they’re dedicated and passionate about it. they hunger for the chance to be put on the court. but do they like to play?

1. oikawa: “i forgot that volleyball can be fun”

ofc i wouldn’t be an oikawa stan worth my salt if i didn’t start this off with the (grand) king himself!! imo one of the reasons why oikawa is such a popular and well-loved character is his constant determination to keep moving forward and playing, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable opponents and adversities (”never forget my worthless pride”, anyone?). inevitably, all the hard work and practise he put into his craft has left him with a very carefully constructed, put together playstyle-- he’s the kind of player who knows how to bring the best out of each and every teammate on the court because of the amount of time he spends observing them and playing with them. it’s an outlook and playstyle best encapsulated in his now iconic line during the second karasuno v seijoh match:

“Talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish!”

in my opinion the word “polish” it super significant here-- it explicitly singles out the years and years of hard work that set a foundation for his talent and instinct to shine.

but what happens when they don’t shine? there’s no denying that oikawa is an incredibly skilled and intuitive player (something that hinata’s acknowledgment of him as the “great king” to kageyama’s “king” immediately sets out) but oikawa himself is acutely aware of the fact that he can never quite measure up to his long-time rival ushijima or his immensely talented protege kageyama. oikawa’s self described strategy to deal with opponents is to:

“Hit it until it breaks”

but what happens when hitting something again and again with your carefully honed, “polished” skills yields no results? imo there’s a very clear binary mentality drawn here-- either you hit it and it breaks, asserting your superiority; or you hit it and it doesn’t break, enforcing your inferiority. with each perceived loss against ushijima and kageyama, oikawa’s internalized logic holds his own weakness up to his own face, shaking his faith in himself as a player. if you’ll pardon the on-the-nose-metaphor: the whole “hitting it till it breaks” strategy is a two-way street, and oikawa has been hitting himself, metaphorically speaking, for a very long time. i have no doubt that he loved volleyball, passionately, through middle and high school. but with his inferiority complex growing in the face of constantly refuted results, i think he slowly began to like it less and less.

so how does oikawa get his groove back? to answer that, we’ll have to turn to the post-timeskip chapters, particularly the two chapters that deal with oikawa and hinata’s unexpected meeting in Rio (372 and 373 for anyone curious!). while reminiscing with hinata over dinner, oikawa finally reveals the event that made him want to play volleyball (as a setter, to be exact)-- as a child, he watched veteran setter jose blanco step into a game and

“... inconspicuously help[ed] the ace get his bearings again... and then simply left the court.”

oikawa’s reaction to blanco’s playstyle might just be one of my favourite panels in the chapter for how it conveys so much with such little space:

the stammer of “i-i--”, which suggests a sense of resolve and determination forming in real time, finally coalesces into the determined declaration of “i wanna be a setter too!” what i took from this is that oikawa’s admiration for-- and liking of-- blanco expresses itself in the agency with which he makes his choice, in this case, actively deciding to be a setter so that he can support players on the court like blanco did. the liking that oikawa has here is therefore inherently linked to the agency and freedom he feels here-- freedom to choose his position, and how he wants his volleyball career to develop.

this recollection of his childhood memories, and the subsequent game of beach volleyball that oikawa and hinata play afterwards, essentially push oikawa back into the mental and physical space of a child or beginner, as the manga demonstrates with panels of oikawa being forced to ditch his usual carefully developed, polished playstyle to learn the ropes of beach volleyball:

ultimately concluding with the beautiful panel transition of oikawa, as a child AND adult, celebrating after a successful play:

“It reminds me that-- I forgot that-- volleyball is fun.”

in a different country, playing a familiar game by slightly different rules and led back into the mentality and freedom of a novice after years of careful development, oikawa rediscovers his liking for the game.

2. kageyama: “when you get strong, someone stronger will rise to meet you”

moving on to the king of the court himself!! i’d argue that kageyama’s childhood memories and experiences of volleyball function almost oppositely to oikawa’s-- while oikawa has to re-access the sensation of being a beginner again to like the game along with loving it, kageyama’s process of coming to like and love volleyball come from moving away from his early experiences and into a new phase of playing-- specifically, his partnership with hinata.

one of kageyama’s defining features is his individualism-- he’s both skilled and solitary enough to prefer to, as he puts it, “play every single position on the court”. notably, he wants to become a setter because:

“[it’s] the one that touches the ball the most.”

in fact, i’d argue that kageyama’s “king of the court” attitude that he was known for in middle school is an extension of this individualistic mindset: he holds himself to extremely high standards, and expects his team-mates (as extensions of himself) to meet those very same standards. the similarities between his internal monologue and his commands to kindaichi in these two panels, for example, are strikingly, visibly similar:

there’s that near-identical intonation of “move faster, jump higher!” that implies that the way he treats his teammates is just an extension of how he treats himself-- a deeply self-critical, miserable way, as it turns out. it’s telling that for the first few chapters of a manga in which characters’ eyes literally light up when they’re happy, passionate or excited, kageyama’s eyes are drawn as pitch black, even while he’s playing.

imo the reason why hinata’s appearance, and their later partnership, is so significant for kageyama’s personal development is because he can’t treat hinata like an extension of himself. hinata challenges him and his preconcieved notions of the sport at every turn: first with his lightning-fast reflexes and raw intuition, and then with his determination to hit kageyama’s toss no matter what. in fact, the first time that kageyama’s eyes light up in the manga is, you guessed it, when he and hinata first pull off a successful “freak quick”:

during the post-timeskip chapters we’re introduced to kageyama’s backstory in much greater detail: the way in which his grandfather fostered his passion for volleyball and the timing with which his grandfather’s illness and later death left kageyama increasingly alienated, thus further enforcing his individualist mentality. but what the chapter also gave us was an explicit confirmation of a theme that had been built up from the very beginning of the story, when kageyama’s grandfather tells him:

“when you get really strong, i promise someone stronger will rise to meet you”

i’ve seen translations of the line that use both “meet” and “challenge”, and personally i’d have to say that i prefer “challenge” for what it implies-- even before hinata got strong enough to actually meet kageyama halfway he challenged him to move away from his pre-established mindset of doing everything himself, and into one where he actually comes to enjoy-- and like-- volleyball.

3. hirugami: “maybe you’ve just had your fill”

hirugami’s case is kind of a strange one-- unlike oikawa and kageyama he’s not a major character, and his relationship with volleyball only gets a single backstory chapter as opposed to a series-long arc. but i personally ADORE his mini-arc for the things it has to say about burnout, passion and moving on.

hirugami is introduced as the youngest member of a volleyball family-- his parents, older brother and older sister all play the sport. when explaining how he began to play himself, hirugami says:

“... naturally, i started to play too. because i was good at it, and it was fun.”

imo there are a lot of really interesting things to pick apart with this phrasing: the “naturally” implies a foregone conclusion but also a degree of passivity, like he himself recognises that he was swept up in his family’s influence. the “it was fun” coming AFTER “because i was good for it” also implies a degree of correlation, as though if he didn’t have the aptitude, he wouldn’t enjoy the game (a mindset markedly different to both oikawa and kageyama). as hirugami gets older, this correlation of being good ----> having fun ----> being able to play begins to reverse, and therefore manifest in increasingly self destructive ways:

the main impetus for hirugami has now become not wanting to lose, which therefore requires a degree of heightened practise and self discipline in order to achieve. notably, having fun has been reduced to an afterthought, a state that might be achieved if he wins.

the correlation of “winning” and “being good” is a slipperly slope to go down, though, something that becomes especially apparent after hirugami’s team lose a game. the frustration of being unable to reach his goal of winning manifests itself as not being “good enough”-- acting on this, hirugami seeks to punish himself for “messing up”:

the close up panel of hirugami’s “confession” after hoshiumi confronts him hits particularly hard because it taps into a feeling that i’m sure almost all of us have felt at one point or another-- the realisation that something you once both loved AND liked is now only bringing you misery:

ironically, it’s actually this acknowledgement of “not really liking volleyball that much” that acts as a catalyst for hirugami’s recovery from burnout. hoshiumi’s acknowledgement of, and reply to, hirugami’s state is seemingly simple but deeply freeing:

and honestly, why not just quit? there’s nothing tethering hirugami to volleyball, certainly nothing as serious as life or death. personally my favourite part of this panel is hoshiumi’s description of volleyball as food from which hoshiumi has “eaten his fill”-- a lovely metaphor that re-contextualizes what could be seen as “time wasted” into something productive and indeed nourishing.

when we check up on hirugami post time-skip, we find out that he has indeed quit playing volleyball in favour of going to veterinary school, but he’s seen watching the game between the jackals and adlers on his phone with an eager, fond smile on his face, implying that it was the act of moving away from the table (so to speak) after eating his fill that let him still hold on to a love and passion for the game, even though he is now interacting with it as a spectator instead of a player. and indeed that might just be why i love hirugami’s arc so much-- with it, haikyuu tells us that sometimes passion’s don’t need to be re-ignited in the same way. while oikawa and kageyama rediscover their love for, and liking of, the game through a return to childhood and the arrival of a new partner respectively, hirugami’s journey away from burnout comes from recognizing that he can step away from the volleyball court, and that the love and like will still remain.

#ari.txt #meta #hq!! meta #haikyuu meta #hq!!#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #hirugami sachirou #me pointing @ myself: it's her officer! she's the one using her english lit degree to write 3k word long metas on sports anime!!#anyways jflafjsdlk this was an absolute blast to write!! and i'd LOVE to know what you guys think about it: do you agree? disagree?#please do let me know!! :>#long post

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halfhappyhooligan · 4 years

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a voltron au? in 2020? it’s more likely than you think

look. LOOK. i know that voltron is stupid and we hate it but lets be honest: everything up until season 3 was pretty good and had lots of potential !!

today i was rewatching voltron and a thought struck me: what if, instead of shiro being cloned, he was chipped and turned to the side of the galra?

so here it is, i did not blink since i thought of this

(warning, i have not seen voltron in a while and this is just knowledge i have stored in my moss brain and stuff i know from rewatching the first season)

au where shiro goes evil bc of what happens @ end of season one instead of the clone thing bc 1) haggar rly could not have made thousands of shiros after bumping into team voltron like what twice? its hella improbable and 2) just… weird

so instead they insert a chip in him that helps them spy and control him just like kuron (the clone) did minus the unlikely storytelling

eventually after the convo with sendak when he was in the pod trying to temp shirp, he does have thoughts about helping zarkon

(“im already infiltrated with the arm, i could just speed up the process by leaving now. save the team the trouble of investing in a leader that’s doomed to fail from the strart.”)

shiro ends up leaving team voltron in season 2 after zarkon goes crazy w the black lion n stuff

^^ this adds to Keith’s reasoning of joining the Blade of Marmora (shiro is his main stability and one of the main reasons he even stuck around with team voltron, so with shiro gone and keith questioning his place as the leader and paladin of the black lion, he decides the BoM is just.. what’s best for him)

obviously lance isn’t happy with this (“you just told me that i’m a valuable member, now you don’t think YOU are? what logic is that?”)

ofc keith goes anyways

lance becomes paladin of the black lion

allura takes on the red lion

who has blue lion? ...idk this isn’t that thought out (maybe matt after pidge finds her family) (which will happen earlier in the plot since we can forget about the miniplot of black no longer responding to shiro)

enter lotor only this time he has a sidekick and what omg its shiro wow

shiro has that bigger version of his arm that was once offered to him

he’s stronger and scary, but his eyes aren’t the same, he has the strength of a galra but lacks the passion

in the fight between lotor and zarkon, (and after, of course lots of self doubt and questioning) shiro comes between them and convinces lotor NOT to kill zarkon

then zarkon kills lotor

everyones like oh shit bc surely someone who’s life was just spared wouldn’t kill the person who seems to have the most power

but he did. bc he’s zarkon. and he’s fckn crazy.

shiro doesn’t go back to team voltron bc its too much too easily

instead he takes the place of lotor in the group of gals

he convinces them all to rebel against the galra

eventually they teach him all about quintessence and all the shit lotor had planned that they can’t do anymore

(lotor wasn’t harvesting alteans in this universe bc what the heck even was that subplot that had little to no relevance to the main storyline?

instead he was trying to find a way to technologically bring back alteans (kinda like how allure’s dad was originally preserved in s1)

i know nothing about How Stuff Works and i dont remember much about quintessence n shit but the basic idea is that when tying in some of a persons artifacts with technology stuff and some quintessence then boom. a weird route from astral projection land to the team is created and ppl can come back or smth idfk

but lotor was never able to get the comet so shiro decides he and the gals will get that comet and try to bring back as many alteans as they can

^ all this while infiltrating as many galra fleets as possible + saving planets under galra empire

they personally visit every planet that lotor was in charge of and release them from galra control

they are able to bring back an altean (its romelle) and she talks abt her friend who lives on the balmera and they go to the balmera and its revealed that it was shay’s great grandmother so romelle asks where shay is and shay’s family is like with team voltron of course

they take her

obviously team voltron, the BoM and the Rebels r very hesitant to make contact but they decide to try it out

keith refuses to meet, instead he’s on the team that stands guard

reunions !!

romelle and shay hit it off and hunk makes a dinner much like roselle’s past (allura and coran also hang out and they all vibe)

lance talks to shiro abt everything to do with keith and shiro is like dude do u??? like him?

and lance is like what? no ofc not—oh shit.

and keith ✨overhears ✨

pidge matt and shiro catch up n shit

meanwhile keith is like Hey Lance Uhhhhhh What The Fuck

they end up being like hey since we’re all here and we hate zarkon what if we make a plan to end the galra’s reign Right Now

so they do

and y’all.. it’s hella baller plan

except something is going wrong and in the middle of an attack zarkon is able to get the upper hand

due to haggar’s magic and lance’s mental and emotional instability, zarkon is able to get in his head

everyone is trying to talk him down but they’re all under a lot of pressure

allura is also conflicted bc she wanted to be black lion bc she wanted to rub it in to zarkon’s face that she was stronger than he and that she could beat him at his own game

but the negativity and instability feeds into zarkon’s power and makes him and haggar stronger as they pull in voltron to finally take over the team and regain their status as the most powerful alien race

hunk realizes this and is like okay can y’all stop being negative? its clearly affecting them in a good way and it makes us an easier target

and pidge is like im literally a child pls i don’t wanna die i just got my family back it can’t end like this

shiro realizes what’s going on and he goes to save them

he uses all his energy, pulling in the positive memories (everything: first learning about space, becoming a teacher, meeting adam, meeting keith, first making team voltron, his friends and family--all of it) to push back zarkon and haggar’s powers and battle once more in the astral realm

in defeating zarkon, shiro loses his life

afterwards keith enters the ship in a hurry and is like where the fuck is shiro where’s my brother what did you do what happened

and team voltron is like hey man.. we are so so sorry

and keith cries because the last thing he ever said to shiro was mean

lance feels like its all his fault since he was supposed to be a good leader

they talk about separately while hunk pidge and allura discuss

krolia is like keith we, ur family, are here for u

and axca is there and shes like um?? hey?? sry for trying to kill u bro

and he’s like i absolutely do not wanna talk i just lost my closest friend

they talk about it later

axca tells keith abt shiro finishing lotor’s work and abt bringing people back and well..

they use the methods to help keith visit shiro in the astral realm

shiro is like oh uh hey i was just having a drink w adam we r happy

and keith is like shiro u fuckhead why would u sacrifice urself

shiro sighs bc cmon keith you KNOW why “remember what i always said? we can’t focus on what went wrong..”

“we’ve got to figure out how to make it right” keith finishes

keith breaks tf down crying and screams apologizing

“i love u shiro. ur a like a big brother to me.”

and shiro is like yeah i know and ilyt but hey. everyone’s safe and happy. im safe and happy. & you deserve to be too. you don’t need me anymore.

so the galra rule is over and everyone goes to their respected planets

romelle and the other alteans as well as some galra babes hang in earth

romelle and shay r in an apartment together and have a garden

allura realizes she may not have been the strongest leader for voltron, and couldn’t stop zarkon on her own but that physical strength doesn’t define her as a whole

her heart is strong enough to care for everyone, so thats what she does

allura starts running an inn for alteans filled with painted sceneries like altea in case anyone ever needs a reminder of home

when lance reunites with his family its a real tearjerker

rachel finally gets her jacket back and veronica is like So.. Axca 👀

the McClain’s host a huge party for everyone and it’s filled with lots of hugs and loud music and even tho lance was way too tired, he danced all night

he wouldn’t trade his family for the world—genetic and chosen

when hunk reunites with his parents they don’t let him out the house for hours, he tells them all about his new best friend shay as well as hundreds of his favorites stories from space

they are so, so proud of him

hunk spends the next days playing minecraft and animal crossing with pidge, giving their brains a rest from being on hyperdrive for 3 yrs straight

when pidge gets home she finally gets grounded by her mom, only being allowed to leave the house to see her old teammates

(same for matt and her dad)

(her mother cries so hard when they opened the door to the home)

the holt family holds movie nights filled with popcorn, cuddles, and tears

keith moves in with the holt family, and finally accepts that he has a home as well as a family

he often goes on trips with the BoM but mostly just stays on earth

after a Team Voltron sleepover in the altea inn keith and lance decide to get an apartment together and live their lives in love and in peace

everyone gets together once a year in celebration of shiro and the sacrifice he made for them

they use the ship to visit Astral Shiro and once they even met adam

everyone laughs and catches up and just... live their lives

everyone is happy

pls ignore any and all errors lmao

again, just a thought !! maybe i’ll write a fic abt it idk for sure but yeah

feel free to add anything <3

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hajimeow-archived · 3 years

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Yo Hajime talk abt ur kin mems

since there were no specifications on which ones i am going to start from the beginning and go where my brain takes me from there. they're all gonna be for hajime bc i physically cannot think about my other memories anymore jsyk

also! this ended up being so long i had to put a cut. i will not be apologizing because i feel no remorse.

so first the basic stuff, i remember having a med skin tone and a FUCK ton of freckles like those motherfuckers were everywhere i had skin. also i was 5'7 i think?? or 5'6. i still can't remember exactly but it's something like that. i was also alloaro, some form of mlm, unfortunately cis, and autistic and probably had some other stuff like adhd or depression or whatever but i forgot. also i was kinda muscle-y but also chubby at the same time. and i had light green eyes. basically i was fanon hajime JSJSKDJDKS

and i was going over the wiki recently and my personality was EXACTLY how they described it like i'm genuinely surprised they got it so accurate

i don't remember much pre-game and post game, most of my memories are in game but i do remember pre game chiaki really well, honestly i rly miss her :( she would always reassure me that i didn't need a talent and i never even cared when she beat me in games cus just simply playing them with her was so fun .,.,,;:,,...,,!:&:&:jsjdjskskck</3

anyways. in game. ok. i'm gonna skip over memories where i just know feelings and not specific things like strong feelings or ppl saying stuff or else this would be so long. also obvious sdr2 spoilers

so i remember the party & blackout in the beginning of the game pretty clearly. i was mostly just standing alone in the corner and watching everyone have fun, but it was really freeing to see the others able to enjoy themselves in such pressing circumstances. then the blackout-- it was kinda like all that happiness going away and the dread and denial immediately setting in .

anyways i remember like panicking and wanting to cry when i lifted the table cloth cus i really liked twogami. i'm p sure i did end up crying cus i really liked them for their realism and leadership skills, and the realization that one of us killed them and that the killing game was actually real etc etc

anyway i don't remember much from the investigation or trial besides being really freaked out when nagito basically admitted to being the killer n stuff, and pretty much all the body discoveries after that (besides ch 5) we're just like "ah shit here we go again" but i do remember mikans trial really freaking me out when she just straight up shifted completely, and i also remember being really proud of fuyuhiko for putting his walls down a bit and deciding to help everyone out while the despair disease was going around

anyway enough of the boring stuff, i spent basically all my free time with komaeda, chiaki and mikan (in order of frequency) and with mikan i mostly listened to her talk about medical stuff and i comforted her when she needed to vent, but i didn't hang out with her much because the constant apologizing n stuff started to bother me since i really liked seeing her happy. chiaki i would mostly play games with and we wouldn't talk much, but she gave me a really strong sense of familiarity like when we played games together it gave me a shit ton of deja vu

AND i've already talked a lot about komaeda but idc i'm doing it again. so we started talking cus of him waking me up on the beach obvs and i was pretty attached right off the bat, but i stopped talking to him for awhile because the way he acted in the first trial REALLY scared me so i just got a pit in my stomach even being around him

but he was the one who started approaching me first, i'm guessing since he couldn't rly sense anything was wrong he just kinda picked things up where they left off and started talking w me at breakfast n stuff and it was pretty weird at first, but i wanted to give him a chance and didn't wanna be rude so i accepted offers to hang out in his cottage n stuff

i remember he has surgery scars tho and i'm rly mad ppl don't draw him with any!! i think he had about 5 and i don't remember all of them but i know one was a skin graft on his leg and the one on his side/stomach that i touched wassssss for appendix removal maybe???? mmmm i'm not too sure about that one tho

also !!!! his death. hoooooly shit. ok so yunno the despair that junko always talks about ?????? yeah <3!! i remember like once i saw his body and took the reality in i just. straight up could NOT stand i like fell to my knees and jsut . cried. like i had no thoughts my head was so full that it was empty i just kinda sat there and silent cried while chiaki stood next to me it was so awful dude

later while investigating n stuff i felt really bad ab how i treated him and thought about him, and i thought a lot about our last interaction. it was the first time i had ever approached him myself cus usually he'd come to me. i was gonna hang out with chiaki but i wanted to check up on him first, so i did and he told me to go hang out with the others and i just. knew something terrible was about to happen.

OH AND THE FUNHOUSE OMG ok i literally. i usually didn't mind being around komaeda like he was chill most of the time when he wasn't ranting about hope but when he was acting like such a bitch in the funhouse i wanted to punch his stupid twink ass so bad like...... what BUSINESS does this dude have being such an asshole. he doesn't even know what face wash is. what the fuck. which is another fun fact! komaeda did shower every so often which is why he didn't smell that bad but his skin was always so dry cus he didn't know how to actually wash right and do proper skincare so he just washed his face w soap and left it like that

also he didn't need to cut his nails cus they were so brittle they would just break off on their own <3 plus he had a nail biting habit so they just never grew ever

OH AND THIS IS THE SADDEST THING i remember feeling so bad for this man bc i would like put my hand on his shoulder and he would lean into it. i mean i'd tap his shoulder for a SECOND and girl when i let go hed be lowkey so sad i could just sense it like??????dude he needed a hug SSO BAD like when i hugged him in my cuddling memory he was like holding on for dear life but also was like "u dOnT hAvE tO tOuCh TrAsH LiKe mE hAjImE" like dude it was the saddest shit. i want to hug him forever. like what the fuck what the fuck!!!!!!!!!

also a thing hed do when he started ranting ab hope n shit like he would just go on and on and yunno that one sprite where he's hugging himself yeah he literally did that shit. also sometimes hed just stare dead at me and start backing me into a corner ((ish-- we were usually sitting somewhere but he mostly just got super close to me) and it was the scariest shit i. bro if i saw him like that on the streets i'd return him to the mental hospital like i can remember it somewhat vividly and that shit was TERRIFYING i mean obvs after i shoved him away and told him to cool it he'd apologize and go back to the way he was but jeez dude ....

also a little fun fact the only reason i really kept hanging out with him (i had a few ofc but this was the most prominent) is cus he was hot in my stupid monkey brain. yes that's it. like that's literally pretty much it. i hate admitting it but this post is SO fucking long i doubt anyone's gonna read it anyway so i'm admitting it now lol

anyway i hope u enjoyed :) i'm glad u asked btw! i'm sure you regret it though!

#do not fucking underestimate me #i feel like i'm not allowed to talk about myself in conversation so when i'm asked like this you're NOT hearing the end of it #kinblr #fictionkin #hajime hinata kin #nagito komaeda kin #putting this in tags bc theres so much and. i dunno ajdjdjsjdk #kin talk #ask #bestie neko 💕

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samthemarvelfan · 4 years

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One Last Time: Part 1 of 2

Summary: ModernAU! Mini Series! With her best friend’s wedding around the corner, Ella Monroe is bound to run into people from her past. While she may have left her old life behind, it seems as though her heart hasn’t.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC,(can be read as Y/N) Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Warnings: Swearing, heavy angst, infidelity, mentions of drinking.

A/N: Hi guys! This idea came to me at about 3 am last Thursday and I’ve been fine tuning it since. It’s a long one again, (sorry!) so strap in! <3

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“So there’s no one you wanna bring?” Wanda asked through your speaker.

You’d put her on speaker phone when you entered the hotel room. Walking through checking for any imperfections, you continued your conversation.

“Wan, honestly it’s fine. I told you I didn’t need a plus-one when you sent the invites out...a year ago.”

She chuckled, “I know, I guess I was just holding out for a miracle.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ha-ha.” You said sardonically. “Well, before I’m insulted anymore, I’m gonna go get ready for your rehearsal dinner.”

“I’m only teasing you, Els. You’re not the only person coming solo...” she spoke. Wanda was your best friend, and you knew what she was doing. She was baiting you.

“Wan...” you scold.

“I’m just saying! There’s a few people who also declined the plus-one!” She feigned her innocence.

A sigh escaped you, “Are you gonna get to the point?”

She paused, “Well like, I don’t know...Bucky for example, he’s coming solo too.”

“And there it is.” You said flatly.

“There what is?” She asked.

You flopped on the bed, placing the phone on your chest. “Wanda, I don’t care that he’s going to be there. I don’t care if he’s going solo. I don’t care to see him.”

“Ella...” she said, her voice full of pity.

“No, no, no. Don’t you ‘Ella’ me,” you mock, “I’m fine, Wan. I haven’t seen him in what, 5 years? I doubt he’s even thinking about me being there, and before this conversation I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about him.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire. You thought.

She sighed, “I just...I know he hurt you. More than that, I know you, Els. I don’t want you to get wrapped up in the past when you see him. I want you to actually enjoy the weekend, not avoid Bucky the whole time you’re in town.”

You heard her say hello to someone, “Oh Els, Vis just got here, I’ll see you tonight?” She said, the excitement apparent in her voice.

“Yes you will, love you!” You pressed end on the call, and let out a puff of air.

You’d be damned if your evening was going to be ruined by Bucky Barnes.

6 Years Earlier:

“So are you guys dating or what?” Wanda asked you, gripping her mug excitedly.

You felt embarrassment rise to you face, “I...I think so? Who knows with him, he’s never actually asked me out on a date before tonight.”

She rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee, “Ella...the guy is obsessed with you. I see the way you guys are together, he’s a different person around you.”

You smiled to yourself, “I like him, Wan. I like him so fucking much,” you laugh. “He’s so kind, and he’s funny, and he remembers everything. I told him one time—one time, what my favorite ice cream was. Remember when I had the flu a few weeks back? He sent me a whole get-well package, Ben and Jerry’s Cinnamon Buns ice cream included.”

You fidgeted with the straw in you iced coffee as Wanda looked at you. The smile on her face screamed excitement, but it didn’t match the concern in her eyes.

“What is it?” You ask, before sipping your drink.

She shook her head softly, “Nothing, Els.” She fibbed.

“Wanda...” you chastised.

She sighed, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. That’s all.”

You gave her a look of confusion, and she continued.

“I’ve known Bucky since college, and he’s a great friend. He’s loyal, and he’s kind, and he’d give you the shirt off his back in a second.”

“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming...” you said cautiously.

“He’s never been a one-girl kinda guy. Any relationship he’s ever had has been...short-lived at best. I hope that’s not the case any more, is all. You’re my best friend on the planet and you don’t deserve that.”

Nodding, you take in her words. Bucky had asked if you wanted to grab dinner from your favorite pizza place and then head to the park for a picnic dinner. That sounds like a date, right?

“He makes me feel safe, Wan. Like I can be myself around him and he’ll always have my back. I’ve never felt like that with anybody.” You smile softly to yourself.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you think he doesn’t like you, truth be told I’ve never seen him act like he does with you with anyone else either, it’s like you put a spell on the guy.”

You let out a chuckle, “We can only hope!”

You looked fucking good.

You’d never been one to be that confident, but tonight you couldn’t help it. The dress you’d picked was perfect; deep green, velvet and long sleeves. All with black heels to match.

The ride to the restaurant was quick. Wanda thankfully was savvy enough to keep everything within the same 5 blocks.

As you entered, you were handed a glass of champagne, which it took a lot of control not o guzzle down in one swig.

This place was stunning. Marble floors, golden sconces, and dark wood accents. It even had an incredible view of the water, and a patio jetting out so you could enjoy the stars and views of the city.

“Ella?” A strong voice called behind you.

You spun and saw Steve with a cheeky grin on his face. “Steve, oh my God, hi!”

You embraced him without hesitation, “Holy shit, Els. I almost didn’t recognize you, you look amazing.”

He kissed your cheek as you rubbed a hand on his back. “This is nuts, what’s it been...3 years?” You ask.

He laughed, “I think so, the uh, the September Foundation Gala! That was the last project you worked on with us, right?”

You pursed you’re lips into a forced smile, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I think so.”

A few years back, you’d been working for Stark Industries as the Liaison for Logistical Affairs; AKA the calmer of all the shit storms.

You’d proposed the Grant program to your boss/CEO of the company Tony Stark, and he actually went for it. The September Foundation is—was your baby.

“We miss you over there, the org is thriving. It’s all thanks to you ya know, you may have left us, but you inspired a lot of greatness while you were there.” Steve said earnestly.

You smiled earnestly, “Rogers I am way to sober to be this sentimental.”

He laughed, “Come on, I’ll get you a drink.”

Some time later you’d seen nearly all of your old friends.

Nat was pregnant, due to pop any second. She and Sam were expecting twins—a boy and a girl.

“I can’t believe this!” You shout, caressing her tummy.

“You? Shit, I still think there’s four or five of them in there with how big I am.” She gestured to her stomach.

You shook your head in protest, “Stop that, you are literally glowing.”

“I’m just glad Wanda, in her ever-modern wisdom mind you, decided against a bridal party.” The air quotes really added to the sarcasm.

Sam quirked an eyebrow, “Wait, I thought this was a rehearsal dinner. Y’all are telling me it’s just gonna be the two of ‘em standing up there tomorrow?”

You nod, “Yup. I think this is more of a celebration dinner with her closest pals, but that’s a little wordy for an invite.”

Nat chuckled, “It’s a little weird, but...so is Wanda.”

“Speak of the devil...” Wanda said approaching your circle of friends.

She hugged everyone, and announced that the buffet was open as was the bar.

“Open bar? Wanda you’re an angel.” Sam joked.

“Oh no, no, no. I can’t drink now or for the foreseeable future, but what I can do is eat. Let go.” Nat joked pushing Sam towards the buffet station.

“Ella, come here.” Wanda pulled you gently towards the side of the room.

“You look gorgeous.” You said. Taking in her stunning off-white gown. A little taste before the big reveal tomorrow night.

“I love you for that, but listen, Bucky just got here and I—“

“Wanda...” you say seriously.

“Ella, will you just listen? He asked me if you were here...”

Your breathing hitched, “And what did you tell him?”

She rolled her eyes, “What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? No? Of course I told him you were here. He’s at the bar with Steve.”

Surprise, surprise. You thought to yourself.

Who does he think he is? Asking if you’re here. As if he has some fucking right to even ask that. More importantly, why does he care?

Shaking your head subtly, you turn your attention back to Wanda.

“Listen to me, this is your night. Stop worrying about everyone else and enjoy your last night as a free woman.” You joked.

She rubbed your shoulder, “I can’t help it. I worry about you.”

Wanda has always had your back. She was there to pick up the pieces when Bucky left you behind. She was the one who let you mope on her couch for damn near a month before you finally slapped some sense into yourself.

“I’m grown up now, Mom,” you chided. “Time to push me out of the nest.”

She sighed, “If you need me at all, you better come find me.”

After a quick nod, and another promise, Wanda went to go mingle with Vis by her side.

The war in your head was waging fiercely. You wanted to avoid him, shield yourself from those painful memories at all cost.

But you also wanted to show him what he’d missed out on. How happy you are, how good you looked, and how much better off you are.

Without him.

You seemed to be walking on eggshells, drifting across the stone floor of the rented-out restaurant. It was only a matter of time until you were noticed.

“Ella! Come here, I got you another shot of Jameson.” Steve’s booming voice called out over the various groups of people.

Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Your internal monologue griped.

You looked to Steve, seeing he was standing alone. “Thank God...” you whisper to yourself.

Steve pulled you to him, placing a hand on the small of your back. The warm sensation made you blush.

“Steve, you know what this stuff does to me.” You chastised playfully.

He nodded, “Indeed I do, and you know what this stuff does to me.” He held up a shot of what you assume is tequila, “So we’ll be in the same boat.”

You shrugged, “As long as we’re in that boat together.”

Steve winked at you, and with that, you both tossed down the shots with ease.

The night went smoothly for a few hours. You had done shots with the bride-to-be, eaten some delicious pasta, and danced the night away with Sam and Steve.

You also had not seen Bucky anywhere.

Maybe he left. Maybe he’d asked Wanda if you were here so he’d know whether to stick around or not. Maybe he truly didn’t wanna see you, or maybe he didn’t have the fucking balls too.

5 Years Earlier:

You’d been trying to get in touch with Bucky all day. You’d gotten the job with Stark Industries and couldn’t wait to share the news with him!

After a third call to his cell left unanswered, you’d figured he was sleeping or playing video games so you decided just to wait until you got home to tell him.

You’d been living together for about a month, and it’s made life so much easier. Bucky made life so much easier.

He was so caring and so kind. He’d make breakfast on Sunday’s, a day you both had off, and he’d never let you leave without a goodbye kiss. He was truly the perfect boyfriend.

Your keys jingled in the lock, only to find it unlocked.

“Buck? Babe?” You called out into the apartment.

Dropping your bag on the bench near the door as usual, you didn’t even bother taking off your shoes as you couldn’t wait to tell him the news.

“Babe? I have the best news! Where are you?” You call out, finally hearing the music playing softly in the bedroom.

You open the door slowly, assuming he’s sleeping. Instead you see Bucky shirtless, resting against the headboard with one arm behind his head.

“Buck?” You call softly.

His eyes spring open at your voice calling out to him, and he stumbles out of the bed. “Ella? What are you—“

“Hey I didn’t find any—who the hell is this?”

All at once, it was as if time stood still.

There was a half-naked woman standing in your bedroom. Her hair was mussed and she walked to stand by Bucky like she’s known him her whole life.

“Who the hell am I? Bitch, you’re in my house! What the fuck is this, James?” You shout.

You’re enraged. Your hurt. It’s evident by the shaking of your body, and the tears forming in your eyes.

“Ella, I can expla—“

“She’s got 3 seconds to get out of my house before I break her fucking jaw.” You spoke to no one in particular, cutting him off.

The blonde grabbed a pile of clothing from the floor and left without another word.

“Ella...” Bucky said walking towards you. He was in just his boxers, a sight that usually made your mouth water, now made you ill.

“Do not fucking touch me.”

He put his hands on his hips, and hung his head low. What could he say? Nothing.

“I didn’t—“

“You didn’t what, James? Hmm?” You ask, your throat pained from holding back tears.

He shifted from foot to foot. “I didn’t think you’d be back this early.”

Wow.

His words dropped onto your heart like a boulder. You felt like you were going to be sick any second.

“Get out.” You seethed.

His eyes got wide, “Please, Doll. Please let me—“

“Get out of my fucking house!” You scream.

When he was gone, what followed was like a scene from a movie. You shredded any remnants of Bucky you could find.

Albums? Snapped in half. Clothes? Destroyed. Photos? Smashed. Anything he’d touched or bought you? Thrown out.

You should have listened. Trusted friends who had your best interests at heart. But no, you let this manipulative son of a bitch into you home, you body, and heart.

The only thing you hadn’t thrown out? His letters.

He’d written you dozens. All claiming he loved you, missed you, wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Liar. You thought to yourself.

The memories that flooded your mind made you head start to spin.

Or maybe that was the booze.

After 10, the restaurant had been cleared of tables and turned into a private club with a dance floor.

Only Wanda...

You found Steve next to you, “I’m gonna get some air!” You shout over the music.

Steve nodded, “Want me to go with you?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No, no I’m good. I’ll be right back!”

Weaving in and out of couples and groups, you made your way to the door which led to the private patio.

The cool air kissed your skin, and you relished in the relief. The air was so clean as opposed to the sweaty mess happening inside right now.

You leaned against the railing and looked out over the water. The quiet night helped silence your mind, ironically.

Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. Intending to get a few moments of peace, until soft footsteps got your attention.

“I was wondering how long you were gonna avoid me.”

Part Two!

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 8

Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?

A/N: Since I have the story finished on my laptop anyways and I’m dying to read what @toomanystoriessolittletime will say, I’m posting this chapter right now. I have about six chapters left, but I really don’t want it to end. Darcie and John really own my heart right now.

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

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The next day, John arrives and when he steps inside, he has a big smile on his face, causing my heart to flutter. I think I’m falling in love with him even more. He walks over to the register, places his hands on the counter and leans over. ‘I really missed you, Darcie,’ he says. ‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here yesterday.’

I bite my bottom lip, to prevent myself from squealing. ‘I missed you too. It really wasn’t the same without you here.’

‘That’s disgustingly romantic,’ Jennie says, sipping her tea.

I look over my shoulder and say: ‘Your break is over. Get your ass back to the kitchen.’

Jennie holds back a laugh, but raises her hand in surrender. She walks back to the kitchen, winking at me when she stands in the doorway.

‘So, what would you like to order?’ I ask John, tilting my head.

‘I would like a chocolate smoothie and a red velvet cupcake.’

‘Really adventurous today, mister Wick.’

‘Making up for yesterday,’ he says with a smirk.

‘You don’t need to make up for yesterday,’ I say. ‘I bet you had something to do for work and work is important.’

‘I did. I just want you to know that… It wasn’t because we went on a date and I was too awkward or anything. I had such a great time, but it sucked that the work thing took me a bit longer.’

I place my hand on top of his. ‘I understand, John, no need to explain.’

‘But,’ he says, ‘I’m going to stay longer today. Really want to cuddle up with my girl Tiki.’

He pays for his order and I tell him that it’ll be there in a second. The cafe is pretty quiet today, since it’s around ten a.m. Weirdly enough, on Saturday mornings, it’s always pretty quiet around here. Only the older couple with their Bible verses, another woman who likes to read here and John are occupying the cafe.

Raye walks out of the kitchen, with Tiki in her arms and says: ‘Oh Tiki, look at that. Daddy’s here.’

Is this how it feels to die? My soul practically leaves my body. ‘Raye,’ I hiss, but she’s enjoying this way too much. To make things even worse, I can hear Jennie laughing all the way from the kitchen.

John’s cheeks flush, but when Tiki makes her way over to him, he picks her up and peppers her face with kisses.

‘I hate you,’ I hiss between clenched jaws to Raye.

‘I’m fucking hilarious,’ Raye retorts. ‘Can’t believe I made mister Mustang blush.’

‘I really hate you,’ I say. I make John a chocolate smoothie, put lots of whipped cream on top and some sprinkles. I place the red velvet cupcake on a plate and write ‘Glad you’re back again, John’ on the note. ‘I’m going to cut your paycheck after what you did to me,’ I tell Raye, before I walk off to bring John his order.

He looks up and smiles when I arrive at his table. ‘There you go,’ I say. ‘I’m sorry about Raye. That was pretty embarrassing.’

He holds my hand. ‘It was funny, come to think of it.’

‘Maybe,’ I chuckle.

John presses a kiss on my knuckles. ‘God, I really missed you.’

‘I missed you too, John.’ I see he has a book laying on the table. ‘What is that?’

‘Just something to read. I really want to make up for the time I wasn’t here yesterday. Besides, I have nothing else to do today and I was hoping that you and I could spend some time after work. I can even walk Tiki today if you don’t mind.’

‘Sounds good to me.’ I hear something clatter in the kitchen. ‘Shoot, I have to go. I’ll be back shortly.’

‘You’re at work, I understand.’ He flashes me such a loving and caring smile, that I can’t believe I was doubting myself, him and us in general. ‘I’ll see you later. I’ve got company, who I will only feed one snack.’

⟢⟡⟣

I told John about the double date. Since his table is right next to theirs, he can overhear them and when I looked over at him, he mouthed that it’s going well. Julie and Roger are clearly making fun of the shy couple. It’s really obvious that Greg really, really likes her and it warms my heart that Tina’s and Greg’s love story might begin here, at my cafe.

This is what I wanted, I think to myself. This is how I envisioned my cafe to be. Where people would meet new people, maybe friends for life or their significant others. Where friends could meet up and talk about whatever they wanted. Where couples would sit, thinking about their future together. A place where parents bring their kids, to talk about life, no matter how old they are.

‘Can’t believe the high school kids are going to end up with someone, before I do.’ Raye leans against the counter, looking over the cafe, while I’m cleaning up some crumbs off the floor. ‘Being single and ridiculously hot is so exhausting.’

‘Who knows,’ I start, ‘maybe a hottie will walk through the door.’

‘Oh my God,’ Raye says and I hear the bell that rings when the door opens.

‘A hot guy is coming in?’ I chuckle.

‘No, it’s your ex-boyfriend.’

My head rushes with the speed I’m standing up. Oh my God, Eric… I haven’t seen him since I moved out of our apartment. Okay, no, wait, I checked his FaceBook account like four months ago, but that doesn’t compare to seeing him in real life.

His dirty blond hair is shorter than when we were dating, but he looks ripped. I never really liked the ultra ripped look on guys. Sure, guys who are toned are great—I mean, look at John—but they need their softness—again: look at John.

He is walking in with one of his best friends, Thomas, who was actually my former employee. They both have smug grins on their faces and I really wish I could throw them out. ‘There she is,’ Eric says, when he gets to the counter.

‘What do you want?’ I ask him, crossing my arms.

‘Is that how you treat all your customers?’

‘No, just idiots who cheat for five years and hide a kid from me. Turns out there’s just one of those morons walking around in New York City.’

Eric scoffs, before he laughs. ‘Still not over me, I hear.’

‘Don’t flatter yourself, Eric,’ Raye butts in, standing next to me, crossing her arms as well. ‘Order something, pay up or else, leave.’

Thomas chuckles. ‘I’d like a cappuccino, preferably without spit and that pink cupcake.’

Eric leans over the counter. If my dad only knew what was happening here, he’d kill Eric for coming near me. ‘One espresso and a chocolate brownie.’

‘We’re out of chocolate brownies,’ I say, though I know there is some in the back, but this man cannot eat those. Every single time someone orders a chocolate brownie, I think back to all those times where John would order a chocolate brownie and Eric cannot contaminate that memory.

‘Well, a vanilla cupcake should do it then.’

Raye gets behind the register, so they can pay and I start to prepare to make the cappuccino. I feel tears burning in my eyes, but I have to be strong. I can’t show any weakness, though those years I spend with him were terrible and it brings me back to those times where I had to walk on eggshells.

‘Are you really okay?’ Raye asks me. ‘I can take this order.’

‘No,’ I say, ‘I can handle it.’

I get their order ready—and don’t even bother writing them a note—and I bring it to their table. ‘Hope you enjoy,’ I say, placing it down on the surface. I don’t even wait for their response, because I feel like I’m going to kill them if I’m near them for too long. ‘So kids,’ I say to my favorite high schoolers and their dates. ‘Is everything okay here?’

‘It is,’ Greg says, ‘thank you, miss Angel.’

‘Your cafe is wonderful,’ Tina says with a big smile. She looks so adorable, with her long red hair in thick waves and the white bow in her hair. No wonder Greg likes her. ‘I really want to visit your place again. Maybe with my mom.’

‘Tina, you are always welcome,’ I say. ‘If you need anything else, just say so, okay?’

‘Thank you, miss Angel,’ the boys say and I smile at them.

When I get to John’s table, I see he is not reading anymore. ‘Who is that guy?’ he asks, scratching Tiki behind her fluffy ears.

‘The blond guy is my ex-boyfriend Eric and the other guy is his best friend Thomas, who fired me two days after I broke up with my ex.’

‘They’re fucking assholes.’

‘You can say that again,’ I chuckle.

‘They’re fucking assholes.’

‘You’re an idiot.’ Though I want to laugh, I do swallow hard, feeling tears already coming up, but I ignore it and blink them away. ‘You want something else?’ I ask.

John shakes his head. ‘No, thank you, Darcie. Are you really okay though?’

‘Just some old wounds,’ I whisper, ‘nothing I can’t handle.’ I place my hand on his strong shoulder. ‘I’m just happy that you’re here, that’s all.’

He places his hand on mine. ‘Good, I’m happy I’m here too. And,’ he whispers, ‘the date behind me is going well. Really well.’

‘Good,’ I smile.

I hear something fall on the floor and when I turn around, I see Eric looks at me with those innocent eyes. I clench my hands to tight fists and walk towards the scene. ‘Sorry, sweetheart,’ he says, in such a condescending voice, that I really don’t miss. ‘You should clean that up.’

‘You did that on purpose,’ I mumble.

‘Well,’ he says, ‘this is on purpose.’ He shoves his plate off the table and I watch it fall on the floor, shards flying around. Thank God, I gave him an ugly plate.

‘What is your problem?’ I ask him. ‘Why are you here in the first place?’

‘I wanted to see how you are.’

‘Then Google me,’ I snap.

‘Sweetheart, you should clean the floor,’ Eric says. ‘Then I have you just the way I like it. Bend over, doing chores, cleaning up my mess. Just like old times.’

It feels like a slap in my face. I can’t believe he said something like that, in the fucking cafe in such a loud voice. I can feel people staring at me. Raye is ready to throw some fists, but then I hear a: ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ behind me.

‘Excuse me?’ Eric asks.

John stands right next to me. ‘You heard me.’ He doesn’t wait for an answer. He steps over the shards and the mess that is left behind, grabbing Eric by his collar, pulling him up.

Though I thought Eric looked ripped, compared to John he looks like a tiny kid. From the looks of it, Eric is fucking terrified and I don’t think I have ever seen him like that.

‘You clean this up,’ John says in a low, intimidating voice, ‘apologize to Darcie and never show your face back here, because if I catch you wihtin a five mile radius from this cafe, I’ll make sure you can’t even look at this place anymore. Understood?’

‘Who the hell are you, man?’ Eric asks, his voice a little high pitched, showing how scared he really is.

I hardly recognize John. His eyes are dark, but he looks oddly calm. I yelp when John pushes Eric to the ground, where he falls flat in his espresso. ‘You clean this up and never come here again,’ John says.

Raye walks up with a mop, a bucket and a trash can and says: ‘This, Eric, is a mop and one uses that to clean up.’

‘I know what a damn mop is,’ he mumbles.

John crosses his arms and looks down to Eric. ‘I’m waiting, Eric,’ he says.

I look over my shoulder, to see Tiki sitting with Roger and Greg, who look like they are about to dislocate their jaw and the girls’ eyes have turned into heart eyes.

Eric cleans up, while Thomas just stares at how his friend is cleaning up, Eric’s back covered in espresso. Eric places the mop in the bucket and nods to his friend, hoping he gets up, so they can get out of this place. ‘You,’ he starts, when standing in front of me, but John pushes him towards the door, saying: ‘The door is that way, Eric.’

When the two of them have walked out, I can finally breath again.

‘Damn,’ Roger says, ‘sir, you’ve got some balls.’

‘Mister Mustang,’ Raye says, patting him on the shoulder. ‘You are fucking awesome.’

John smiles briefly, but walks up to me. ‘Are you okay, Darcie?’

I don’t know what to say. My heart is so full right now. He really did that for me—I don’t know if anyone ever done something like that. I stand on my toes, hold his face between my hands and give him a long and heavy kiss on his lips. He is a little surprised, but his hands squeeze my waist and he pulls me closer. ‘Thank you so much, John,’ I whisper against his lips. ‘This means a lot to me.’

‘Of course, anything for you.’

I press one last kiss on his lips and say: ‘You’re getting a cappuccino with a chocolate brownie. On the house.’

He nods, a smile on his face, before he pushes some strands of hair behind my ear, a little rough, a little clumsy, but I don’t mind. It’s the thought that counts and after what he just did, I certainly don’t mind.

‘Miss Angel,’ Roger says, ‘if I had done what he did, would you have kissed me like that?’

I let go of John and flick Roger’s forehead. ‘Dream on, lover boy.’

‘So, you’re officially taken?’

I look at John and say: ‘Yeah, officially taken indeed.’

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@androgynouswordsmyth: “Hi Tum c: this is for your matchup event! 5’6”, with an hourglass figure, has that broad shouldered goddess energy going on. Used to swim competitively in highschool & still have a nice shape. Would describe my style as athletic comfort meets swamp witch. Love wearing black, it goes with everything. But also one of those people that wears workout clothes because they’re comfortable & easy. An admirer of all things relating to the occult & witchcraft. I have two tattoos small ones on my upper thigh & on the inside of my bicep. Often asks “What’s your sign?” Green eyes & shoulder length brown hair that is dyed seafoam green. I am soft spoken & gentle when I interact with everybody. All about self growth & healing. A huge advocate for self care. Love venting about my dumb corporate job. Deep down I'm a rebel anarchist. Often says things like “I’m just a cog in their machine” or “metal till I die”. My end game is writing fantasy novels for a living writing is my passion. I am a person who gets lost in thought & day dreams, a homebody who is fatigued & curls up in bed with Netflix playing in the background while I write rp responses or some of my own stuff. I have depression & anxiety, which I manage with both medication & therapy. Am attracted to bad boys/girls. Kindness & respect in my relationships are important, emotional maturity & a sense of humor are huge & my favorite color is dark pine green. Someone from BNHA, NSFW. Write what feels right.”

notes: aiden! i’m so happy you participated in my event, also you seem like the coolest person? ever? so of course i had to pair you up with one of the coolest dudes in bnha! your support means the world, thank you so much for being my mutual on this hell app ❥

why i matched you:

» you and dabi would get along exceptionally well, both with how you are and how you present yourself. your inner anarchists would collide beautifully and no doubt lead you two into trouble, but who else would you rather start a riot with than someone like him? he thinks it’s kickass that you understand what it means to be a pawn in society’s game, and has no issue with having you by his side to tear that shit down.

» dabi really adores your aesthetic. he finds it incredibly intriguing and thinks it suits your personality well; your hair, your occult lifestyle, and boy does he love your tattoos. he often offers to pay (w stolen money ofc) for you to get more if you want them - one of the best ways of self expression is covering yourself with art, and he supports it wholeheartedly. he likes to trace the ink on your skin during intimate moments and often finds himself admiring them elsewhere, thinking about how gorgeous you’d look with a few more pieces in places only he could see.

» though he might not be as poetic as you, dabi admires your creativity and urges you to keep up with your passion. he’s going to be super lowkey about it but he shows that feeling by doing smaller things, like picking up notebooks for you here and there or offering to get you better quality pens for when you’re brainstorming a story. he won’t tell you but he sometimes reads your stories at night while you’re sleeping (only the ones you’ve offered for him to read, though), and is always left in awe of how talented his girl is.

» when he’s not painting the town red or burning someone to a crisp, he’s more than happy to stay at home with you and curl up with a good show. despite his wicked, cold demeanor he’s actually very affectionate with the person he chooses to pursue! so expect lots of gentle touches, lazy kisses here and there, soft whispers here and there about how warm you are and how nice you feel against his charred skin. he’s not afraid to show you his love because if you can stick with someone like him, well, that’s proof enough that you’re worth it all.

» dabi never does anything without purpose. every action he takes is a part of the grander scheme of things, and he does so with such a drive that is rivaled by most heroes. so you can definitely check maturity off your list. as far as humor goes? he’s a smug bastard, and his sly remarks and teases are aimed directly at you for the sole purpose of making you smile. sometimes he’ll just sit and say the dumbest things to see how hard he can make you laugh, because in a life surrounded by death and darkness, your giggles really help him see it all in a different light.

» dabi’s experienced enough trauma to understand what your inter turmoil is like, but he’s beyond proud of you for taking charge and handling it however you can. he’ll be your biggest supporter when you need it and is so goddamn protective of you. you’ll never not feel safe, because it’s that constant worry in the back of his mind about how just being with him puts a target on your back that pushes him to take extra precaution. you might have a few close calls here and there because, let’s face it, villains are ruthless - but at the end of the day he’s always able to pull you right back to him and remind you he’ll always come for you.

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Dabi rolls off of your spent body with a slight groan, the thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. Your chests rise and fall to a steady rhythm of labored breathing - and as much as you both loved being tangled with each other mere minutes ago, you need a second to let your sweltering skin cool off and your aching muscles to relax after that particularly tiring session. Dabi catches the exasperated sigh escaping your lips and grins from your slumped form in his peripheral.

He always thought you looked the most beautiful like this. When your eyes were half lidded and pupils blown, skin covered in teeth marks and bruises, hair haphazardly strewn about on the pillows. It was a sign he did a job well done, and the image brands itself into his memory every time he’s lucky enough to see it happen. Lost in his daydream, he doesn’t see that sinfully innocent smile tug at the corners of your mouth when you catch him zoning in on your post sex euphoria.

“Y’know, you’re more than welcome to take a picture… they last much longer.”

He laughs, a short exhale from his pierced nose, “I might just do that, doll. Next time.”

Your smile grows wider and you prop yourself up on your elbows, sliding over the tangled sheets to get closer to him and be able to reach and trace over the stapled skin of his chest with delicate fingertips. He closes his eyes at the feeling before loosely wrapping an arm around your lower back, thumb gliding back and forth just below your ribs.

You bask in this comfortable silence for what feels like a lifetime. This was your favorite part of the aftercare, just enjoying each other’s presence that much more as you regain a stable heartbeat, eventually letting Dabi gather you in his strong hands to lay you over his scarred chest when the cool air overstays its welcome on his skin. Once your cheek meets his chest he leans forward to ghost a kiss into your damp hairline, lips lingering there a bit longer every time. The steady beat of his heart usually lulled your eyes closed with its melody. At this point, it was all routine.

Dabi is the first to break the silence, the deep gravel in his voice reverberating through his chest against your ear, “Y’know… if we’re gonna fall asleep like this, the least you could do is read me a bedtime story.”

“Too tired… s’your fault.” he feels your smile and hot breath against his pectoral, broad chest rumbling in laughter at your quip.

“Hm, guess I need to go easier next time. But you weren’t complaining when I was balls dee-“

“Dabi!” You smack his skin and whip your head upward to look him in the eye with a look of feigned shock, and it's hard to contain the giggle that escapes from your dropped jaw. He chuckles again before craning his neck to leave a peck at your bottom lip, his hand raising to push your head gently down to his chest again, the other finding its way beneath the pillow under his head.

“Shh, just go to sleep, stupid.”

“Shut up… dummy.”

matchups are CLOSED! thank you to those who entered or have been keeping up with this event! remember you can check to see updates on matchups + if your matchup has been posted via the #tumplaysmatchmaker tag!

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eye-cri · 4 years

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💋🌹🍑😊⭐💛 for Adi and Naji! :)

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Aidma:

friends: give her time to warm up to ya and you’ll find that she’s a friend to keep around. If you’re in any kind of sticky situation she’ll be there to help you out if she sees that she can trust you.

family: she teases them around with them a lot. But I mean they do the same so..... She may be a little be more stingy with getting her family out of sticky situations but if it’s something serious she’ll put in as much effort she can to get them out of that situation.

romantic partner: sometimes shy with her affection, sometimes all over her partner. Silent strong support for anything but knows when the line has to be drawn and they need a scolding lol. But honestly? You can’t really see when she’ll be loud with her affection, it’s random.

physical or emotional?: with friends it’s more of emotional. She doesn’t really want to touch them lamooo. With the other two it’s still more of on the emotional side but she’s open to give them physical affection. Especially with her romantic partner.

why?: because of past trauma, she can sometimes flinch in reaction of a physical touch. Nothing against the person.

Najlynn:

friends: at first she’s really affectionate but she might lose interest in you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Keep her attention and you’ll find some moments that she’s really affectionate with you. Just make sure to keep her attention or else you’re gonna lose herrr

family: She just can’t leave them alone. They love hanging around each other cuz they just get each other with no explanations needed. But like Adi, she’s a little bit stingy when helping them. However even when it’s serious she can still be hesitant.

romantic partner(s): The same principle for friends applies to romantic partners. But if you understand her ways and she feels like she doesn’t need to explain herself to you, you won’t have to worry much about getting left behind.

physical or emotional?: I’d say physical but occasionally, it can be a good mix of both. With family it’s much more of emotional but with the other two physical.

why?: I’d honestly say because at some point in her childhood she became touch starved and since then she can become easily touched starved and she doesn’t want to feel that way so she spreads physical affection to avoid that.

🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?

Aidma:

how easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends?: Well, let me just say this, it may seem at first you’ve clicked with her but at first she’s evaluating if she can trust you or not. After a while, if she’s decided that she can trust you that’ll be the actual click. So it takes time.

How easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone?: It...... depends I want to say. However.... It can be surprisingly easy to make an enemy of her.

What type of person are they at a party?: Honestly I don’t really want to explain this, but I feel like the song Here by Alessia Cara explains it.

Najlynn:

how easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends?: Easy to make friends, easy to let them go. Ofc there are some that she let’s them to stay, but it’s not many.

How easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone?: Not so easy tbh. Why would she care enough to have an enemy? But anybody who hurts those she cares about is an immediate enemy.

What type of person are they at a party?: It’s extremely rare to see her not be the center of attention at a party tbh. But it can happen, she just hangs out with Adi when that happens.

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Aidma:

Where is your OC’s favorite place to relax/calm down?: Actually, not far from her home is a forest that has a path to a lake that’s located right in the center.

Recount a story of their time spent there.: I’ll tell you a lil story of how she found it. So, she had just lost a fight with Amalie (her older sister if you don’t remember) and she just couldn’t stand to stay at home any longer so she just stormed out and let her feet take her where ever. When she came to, she found herself in front of a pond surrounded by trees and such. Her breath had caught for a split second and she just sat down to enjoy taking in the sight. It did take a bit for her to find her way home but that’s how she found her vibe spot.

What makes it so special to them?: The only person that knows about it other than her, is Zeus and he doesn’t go there without her so it’s her place to get away from the shit at home if it becomes over-bearing for her.

Najlynn:

Where is your OC’s favorite place to relax/calm down?: There’s this one cafe where people don’t come up to her, they just leave her alone which she would appreciate at the time.

Recount a story of their time spent there.: Eh, I’ll just say these few things, she was amazed the first time she went that people weren’t coming up to her. If you talk to her when she’s there, (if she’s in a bad mood) she’ll slap you or (if she’s in a good mood) she’ll tell you to go away.

What makes it so special to them?: Although she does enjoy talking to people, even she can get tired of doing so and needs a place to be left alone, this is that place.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC genrally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Aidma:

What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down?: It’s someone for her. Iarekie (Adi’s youngest sibling, da baby) and somehow, Zeus. just somehow....

Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile?: Around people she trusts, yes. It’s not that she holds back around people that aren’t close to her but she enjoys being surrounded by people she’s close to when she’s happy. she loves seeing the people she loves smile and laugh.

What about your OC makes others happy?: I’d say it’s the fact that she will do anything to make the people she loves happy when they show even the slightest sign of not feeling well. Bc it shows that she cares.

Najlynn:

What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down?: Talking to her any one of her siblings always seems to cheer her up.

Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile?: She’s defiantly a more “happy” person than Adi and she doesn’t care who she shows her happy emotions to. And she loves seeing people smile, even strangers!

What about your OC makes others happy?: Talking to her always seems to make people happy. That’s honestly why people just can’t leave her alone, because she’s such a gucci person to be around.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Aidma:

What is your OC afraid of?: She has a crippling phobia of her father and the traumatizing memories she carries of him. It doesn’t help that she looks exactly like what he would look like if he was female and that people keep on pointing that out.

How do they act when scared?: She shakily curls herself up. She’ll be hyperventilating trying to look for a way out.

What helps them calm down?: That’s what Najlynn is there for. Calming any type of Aidma’s attacks. Zeus when he found out wanted to help but,,, he’s not good at that stuff. but hey, he’s trying his best for her :((

Does anyone ever find your OC scary? why?: Oh she has many people scared of her. Trust me, anybody that doubts her power will learn why she is feared.

Najlynn:

What is your OC afraid of?: She faces fear of being forgotten and cast aside.

How do they act when scared?: She’s usually fidgeting a whole lot when she’s frighted.

What helps them calm down?: Aidma repays Najlynn by helping her out emotionally too. But usually it’s Akilhi or Azin (two of Najlynn’s younger siblings)

Does anyone ever find your OC scary? why?: Like Aidma, she is feared for her power. Not as much as Aidma but she’s still powerful and feared as result.

💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

Aidma:

How in control of their emotions is your OC?: Except when having one of her attacks, if she needs too, she’s a master at suppressing her emotions. She has no control over her emotions when they’re extreme though.

Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them?: I said she can be a master at suppressing emotions and that’s still the case but she acts on emotions most of the time so she rarely does hold back.

Is your Oc ever concerned about their control of emotions?: The only thing she fears is having an attack in front of people. But otherwise she doesn’t mind showing a bit of her emotions.

Najlynn:

How in control of their emotions is your OC?: She has a hard time keeping her emotions under control. I mean she usually doesn’t mind it but at times, it proves to be bothersome.

Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them?: Like Adi, she acts on emotions. I mean, much more than Aidma yes but yeah.

Is your Oc ever concerned about their control of emotions?: Secretly, yes. She worries what she might do acting on emotions and if she’d regret it majorly later.

Phew! sorry this took so long!

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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 years

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Of Dust and Ashes (Chapter 20)

Happy Friday! Did you all miss Dust last week? I realized while editing this that I left y’all hanging for a extra week to find out what happened to the baby. Oops? Can y’all forgive me?

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Chapter warnings: Weather exposure

Clint Barton x ofc

Chapter 20: Too Late?

There was a tension in the air as they stood, watching the caravan make their way down the road. The roaring of engines and crunching of ice filled the air. There sound of sobbing coming from the crates carried over the snow like a haunting song. Neither dared to speak more than needed for fear of drawing attention to themselves. It didn’t need to be spoken for they both feared that if the caravan saw the gate would be opening they would turn around and fall on them.

The breeze carried strands of Dee’s hair across her face, tickling her nose and cheeks. She tucked the strands back behind her ear and darted her eyes to where Clint stood, stock still and knuckles white where he gripped the truck door.

The sky was gray with heavy clouds above them. It trapped warmth for the world below them and Dee prayed that warmth was enough to keep that baby alive until they could get to her. Fat white snowflakes fell as they watched the tail of the caravan farther down the road now, making slow and steady progress. They took the nightmares of what was their society with them.

While she watched the retreating figures, her mind wondered. If she were to be honest with herself, there was a part of her that didn’t want to go. A small part of her was scared. The jagged shard of fear pierced deep into her, cutting straight to the bone.

It wasn’t that she was afraid to leave and go outside the gates. It was what they may find if they were able to locate the baby that scared her so much.

This wouldn’t be the first time she’d tried to save a baby. The memory was even now burned in her mind. The way the little body looked, bloated and leaking fluids onto the too big bed haunted her dreams, played to the soundtrack of screams. Could she survive going through that again?

At least this time the body would be fresh, she told herself but that did nothing to help the fear lodged deep in her stomach. There were many creatures within the forests. She was well aware that dogs ran these woods, hungry and only beginning to learn the ways of their ancestors. Many would leap at the chance for an easy meal.

“Let’s go.” She nodded at Clint’s word and they slipped into the truck. “Friday, gate.”

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“Keep your eyes on the lookout.” Clint commented, driving slowly.

It was easy enough to follow the tracks the caravan had left through the snow. They’d been driving for over an hour and all they found was dirty tracks, gray and brown from wheels mixing ashy snow, dirt and settled.

“There.” Dee pointed. Part of her, a small part of her doubted if she should have said anything. The bundle was small and still.

Surely it was too late. Surely the baby was already gone. Surely it was better to leave it and go home.

Clint threw the truck in park. The cab jerked and slid a few short inches along the ice before coming to a stop, much like her heart. Although she had her fears, her doubts all left her mind the moment she had the door opened. Her heart took over, much to the dismay of her mind. Snow crunched under her boots as each step came rushed, faster than the last and carried her closer.

Her hands shook- though from cold or fear, she couldn’t say. Trembling fingers reached out for the bundle of rags, brown and dirty. They were still- so still and her breath locked in her chest. As Clint came to her side, there was a whimper from the bundle. It was such a soft sound that it was almost lost on the wind.

“Oh my god.” Dee whispered.

“She’s alive.” Clint sounded as shocked as she was. “Get her out of the snow, I’ll get the heat cranked in the truck.”

The baby was wrapped in many layers of scrap cloth. When Dee uncovered the child’s face, she was cool to the touch. Small fingers and tiny lips had a blue tinge to them. It took everything she had to not shove the child in front of the hot air from the vents. Instead she shed her coat and held the bundled babe to her chest.

“What do we do now?” Dee whispered, feeling relief as the small bundle began to squirm more a little more each passing minute. It began to squawk more as the truck rolled down the snow covered road. “We’ve got a baby- now what?”

“Formula.” Clint answered, turning down side roads.

“And you happen to know where some would be?” The baby in her arms started to coo and whine. “We’ll also need something to diaper her with.”

“She need changing?” Clint glanced over as Dee worked the layers of dirty cloth off the small body. “How old do you think she is anyway?”

“Not yet but she will. God, she’s so skinny.” Dee was able to get a closer look at the almost naked babe with the scraps of cloth away. She was still far too cold but as she warmed, she seemed to be coming to life. “She’s probably a few weeks old?”

“Shit.” Clint grimaced as he looked over at her. “God, are they always so skinny at that age?”

“No- not that I remember. The belly- it’s not…” She shrugged, poking at the little belly. It lacked all the soft plumpness she had remembered from her own children.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve taken care of a baby.” Clint offered.

“How old is your youngest?”

“He is- was three. Just over three years old.” His jaw worked through the tension.

It had taken time but he could finally talk about them, his family, though for only short spells. It still pained him to dwell on them. In some ways, the kids hurt more.

Laura knew he was human but to the kids- he was a hero to them. To them, he could do anything. Failing them hurt more than anything else in the world.

“I’ve got you beat. Frankie was seven. Would be eight now.”

“Between the two of us, we can manage a baby for a bit- right?”

“For how long?” She whispered. “What are we going to do with her, Clint? Do we name her? Do we- fuck, is she ours now? I can’t- I can’t do that Clint. Not right now. Not with how the-”

“Hey, hey.” His strong arm rapped around her bicep and gave a squeeze. He squeezed again and again until she turned her panicked eyes to him. “We’re going to take care of her for now. And we’re going to get her fed and warmed. Get her hydrated and in clean diapers and clothes. We’re going to get her situated.”

“Then what?” Tears gathered in her eyes. “I can’t-”

“I know. I can’t either- not right now. We’re going to get her situated, then I’m going to get her mother.”

“What about King Jacob?”

“I’ll kill him if I have to.”

“I want to go. I want to help. I need to help.”

“Dee- she’s a baby. She can’t be alone.”

“But-”

“Tell you what. Let’s see how she does. If she’s stable than maybe you can take the bow and we’ll figure something out. But I do not want you anywhere near the action. You’re job would be to protect her and watch my back from the distance.”

“Clint-”

“But only if she’s strong enough.” He didn't even want to give her that much. It was an agreement he had no intention of following through on. Dee was his to protect and to allow her into battle, even removed from the action was more risk to her than he would allow. He wouldn't fail to protect another person in his life, not again.

“Okay.” She gave up as Clint pulled into a rural clinic parking lot. It was tucked deep into the forest and easy to miss. The snow around the clinic sparkled and was undisturbed. Windows and doors were intact. It didn’t matter if she liked it or not, the conversation was settled for now.

“Do you think your jackets tight enough to hold her?” Clint asked, cutting the engine.

“Maybe, yeah. With the blankets. I don’t want to drop her.”

“I don’t want to advertise that we’ve got her. You never know who’s watching.”

Dee arranged the babe into the valley between her breasts, inside her shirt. She was still cool to the touch, far cooler than she’d like. Cold fingers flexed and short nails scratched at her skin. While the baby had perked up and started to fuss with all the moving around, she quickly settled with the contact.

Clint threw his quiver over his shoulder and gripped his tactical bow in one hand. Dee tossed her quiver and bow over her shoulder, hoping she wasn't going to have to use it. Knowing that there were others in the general area that were less than friendly put them both on edge.

The font doors were locked, not that it was at all surprising. Dee allowed Clint to lead them as he searched for a way in. She followed close behind, keeping the baby nestled against her chest between them. She did her best to move in a way that no one would have any reason to expect there was a baby in her jacket but it was hard. The tiny body kept wanting to slide down.

There wasn’t any signs of other people but that didn’t do anything to calm their nerves. Clint checked the back door and found it locked as well. There were no lights on inside, no signs of life at all.

“What are you doing?” Dee asked as he knelt in the snow, flipping the cover off a generator.

“Checking to see if the gen is full.”

"Why?"

"If it's full, chances are no one's here."

“And?”

“It is.” He stood, dusting his hands off on his pants. “Doesn’t look like it’s run in a long time.”

“Not since?” She didn’t want to finish what she was going to say.

“I’d say no. Not for a good while even before, maybe. I’m going to try and start it.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Dee asked as he brought it to life.

“Calculated risk. I’m going to pick the lock and we’re locking the door behind us. Get her warmed, check her out, feed her and hopefully find her some clothes.”

Dee watched as he pulled some pins out of his wallet. With sure fingers, he made quick work of unlocking the knob. “What if there’s a deadbolt?”

“Than I say fuck it and break the door down? Or break the lock.” It turned out they didn’t need to worry about it.

“Who’s there?” Came a timid voice from inside. “I’ve got a gun. I- I know how to use it!”

“My name is Clint. Her name is Dee. We mean you no harm.”

“Then why are you trying to break in?”

“We’ve got a baby with us.” Clint gave Dee a look when she gave away their secret. “We thought the clinic was abandoned. We were looking for supplies to help her.”

“Go rob someone else.”

“We can trade.” Clint offered. “We’ve got some cans of food.”

“What do you want?”

“Formula.” Dee offered. “Bottles, if you have any. Some clothes for her? Blankets.”

“Just breast feed it- it’s better that way anyway. Save formula for those who can’t.”

“Bold of you to assume she can.” Clint snapped. “We’re not about wasting supplies.”

“So her supply hasn’t come in?” The woman asked through the door.

“It’s not my baby. She was abandoned by King Jacob’s caravan, separated from her mother.” Dee pressed, not wanting to give Clint a chance to get testy with the woman behind the door. “We’re trying to save her life. She was half frozen when we found her and she’s so small. She’s got no clothes, no diaper and I don’t know when the last time she nursed was. She’s so small. Please- Please help us. We’ll give you food, whatever food we have in the truck- hell you can have it all.”

There was silence. Clint and Dee looked at each other as seconds felt like they stretched on into minutes then hours. Snow fell around them. The exhaust from the generator wafted up to the sky. White puffs of breath dissipated in front of their faces.

It felt so wrong to be just standing there, waiting. They felt naked and exposed, locked out of the clinic. They were beginning to worry that the woman wasn’t going to let them in. They worried that they’d have to break the door down and go to war to get formula for the baby. Then the sound they had been waiting for reached their ears. They almost missed it, the sound of the deadbolt was that soft. There was one more click and the door opened.

The woman inside was small and thin. Clearly, the time since the decimation hadn’t treated her well at all. Her blue eyes were sunken in and ringed with dark circles. Blemishes marred her too pale skin. They looked perhaps worse than they were, the red being in such stark contrast to the rest of her face.

Her wavy blonde hair was a matted mess, held back in a low ponytail. It was clear she had been young, full of life when the decimation happened. The new world seemed to have sucked the life out of her in the last few months.

“Hurry, get in here.” They didn’t wait for a second invitation.

“Why haven’t you been using the generator?” Clint asked as she closed the door behind them and locked it.

“I couldn’t start it.” She admitted. “I’m not sure how the pipes haven’t frozen yet. I guess I just got lucky.”

“You’ve been living here without power?” Dee asked, thankful for the slight warmth in the building. It wasn’t cold inside but it wasn’t warm either.

“I’ve been using the fireplace to cook what food I could stash. I try not to use it during the day. Don’t want to draw attention to myself. I had a run in with King Jacob’s followers a few weeks ago, before the snow started. I was lucky to get away.”

“Why here and not a house or something?” Dee asked as Clint looked around.

“What’s the heat in here?”

“Woodstove and natural gas. I haven’t been running the natural gas- the systems don’t work good without electric.” She directed her attention once again to Dee, “Dr. Ross kept the in house pharmacy stocked. We had to upgrade security a while ago, bullet proof windows and break in resistant doors. It seemed safer and had a functional kitchen until the electric shut off.”

“Clint made quick work of getting the heat going. While the natural gas furnace kicked on, he had to light the pilot light to prevent the clinic from filling with toxic fumes rather than warmth. He’d mentioned that it should have kicked on automatically when power was restored but didn’t. It didn’t surprise him, things tended to malfunction and not be repaired when you’re this far from the town.

Dee carefully toted on a few bags of canned food. The cans lived in the truck, kept so when Clint was exploring, searching for food and supplies he would have something to eat. Under the seats were some bags of pasta.

It wasn’t much at all but it was more than Sasha, the nurse had to eat in a long time. She wouldn’t be able to survive on it alone but Clint and Dee knew she didn’t have to. Now that they knew she was there, they could run her supplies as needed. Any medical professional was a thing to support now when so many had been lost. They had no intention of giving up enough to make their own prospects of survival questionable even in the slightest. Still, they had surplus that would likely see them through the winter and beyond even should they give some away.

The garden had done well enough and the freezer was fully stocked with frozen vegetables. Inside the shed, Clint had rigged up heating shortly before the first frost. At first, he had been simply pulling the trailer greenhouse inside during the nights to keep the plants alive a bit longer.

Then, shortly after rigging the chicken coop for the winter he stopped in a farming town a good 200 miles south of the farmhouse. It was getting harder to find chicken feed but the chickens didn’t seem to mind as larger and larger portions of their diet became produce scraps. It was still a jackpot when he found large bags of feed.

It was one of the most productive supply runs he had in weeks. He’d returned to the farmhouse after having been gone for the better part of a day. Dee had been sick with worry when he rolled up. There was no way she could miss the proud smile on his face that typically was the first sign of a hair brained idea that would make their lives better.

It took a day to install grow lights in the shed. When the plants within the greenhouse began to thrive, giving them a supply of fresh berries, lettuce, celery and tomatoes through the frosty fall he wasted no time in expanding the operation. As he was able to track down large, deep pots and potting soil, Clint slowly filled the shed with plants to grow through the winter. Squash, beans, peas and peppers were lined up in neat rows, just sprouts at best but in time, they would grow.

They could use surplus to trade and since they were locked behind a secure gate, they were safe. In large pots, small twigs seemed to reach for the ceiling and Clint hoped that by spring thaw he would be able to plant the trees outside, giving them apples, oranges and pears.

Now that surplus would hopefully save a baby’s life and buy them the loyalty of a nurse. Canned food was a convince for them, not a necessity. Sasha wasted no time in opening a can of green beans and picking long green sticks out of the can and eating them. She drank the juice and reached for another can.

“Wait- be careful.” Dee rested her hand on Sasha’s too thin arm. “We’ve got more food- at the house. It looks like you’ve done without for a while, if you eat too much too fast, won’t you make yourself sick?”

“You’re right.” Sasha sighed. Warmth was pouring from the vents now, quickly warming the room. It was still cold but at least her fingers no longer ached. “The baby?”

Dee looked to Clint for confirmation before working the zipper of her jacket down. Inside was the little bundle, tucked inside her shirt and sleeping against her chest. She fussed when moved and it didn’t take long at all for her to work herself up into a fit, though Dee wasn’t surprised at all given how hungry she had to be.

“And she’s not yours?” Sasha asked, wiping down a scale with disinfectant before turning and grabbing a stack of thin blankets from under a counter. It was fascinating, watching the woman shift and training begin to take over.

~~~~~<3

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nxctiphany · 4 years

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@unladylikc WORD PROMPTS - Always accepting (feel free to turn into threads) [ fight ] my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else [ for orpheus! ofc, maybe 'that someone else' could be a rude customer who is buff enough to look like they could crush her with their own foot -- ]

★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ―☽ ―★ ☆ ✮ ✯

It was rare for him to tread within the walls of the bathhouse - he had little to no involvement with its affairs or customers unless there was one that caught his eye. It was Ingram’s domain and, aside from a handful of the vampires that worked there who were under his direct control, the others who assisted him in building it up were all far more involved with Ingram than they were with him. It was an innocent, little thing that he typically had little interest in trampling upon, and the same remains true for this afternoon - nothing he wears would imply he was the owner of the pearly walls and marble floors that composed the neat, warm building, though, as always, there’s a certain air of power that bleeds out all around him. Humor written upon his features as he had only bothered to come down upon these floors for the sake of appeasing Vivian. And, really, by extension, for the sake of his own entertainment as that was truly all she was to him - an amusing plaything that would no doubt be discarded when he grew bored of her or she outlived his use for her - the blood that flowed through her veins still his only true interest in her. The coven itself was never short on blood, but that hardly meant he couldn’t play around himself when the opportunity arose.

And it did, very much so, in the form of a burly man with an oversized maw and a bad attitude - combined they spilled nothing but bile and puss from his uneven lips. Truthfully, he hadn’t much been paying attention until the man’s voice had climbed so high it echoes off of the ivory ceilings and subtly embossed walls, and, when scarlet eyes roll lazily over to where the brute is standing - muscles billowing beneath his loose shirt and tight pants, he spots Vivian’s tiny frame - shoulders tense and chest puffed up. The sight itself is comical - she barely reaches the stranger’s shoulder, but she appears to have no qualms when it comes to confronting him about whatever it was he had said or done to earn her ire. And he can’t stop the soft, muted laugh that vibrates against his throat at the scene. Someone will step in, no doubt, they do have security, so he doesn’t actually need to lift his fingers or dirty his own hands to break the two of them up, but, well the further he can place her into his own debt the more he can milk out of her when he so chooses.

Thick fingers come up to run through long, scarlet strands as he walks over to the pair - hand coming down to rest upon her slender shoulder - the width of which easily fits within his palm as he gives it a squeeze; gentle and warm, to reassure her and convince her to cease her attempt to start a fight with this man. He doesn’t imagine it would go well for and, frankly, would do little more than cause Ingram a headache. They didn’t speak much these days - not anymore, he could barely look at the man without old memories attempting to claw their way back to the surface, but he supposed he never did mind doing the other a favor. And, surely, Adrasteia’s manner of removing this stranger from their should would be far more violent and brutish than his own only serving to exhaust Ingram more than he already was.

“If there is a problem here,” he begins, tongue sliding against the backs of elongated canines as he leans over Vivian to place himself closer to the other man - a smile edging up the corners of his lips as crimson irises stare into the stranger’s ebony ones. Little more than unruly human who believes himself capable of the impossible simply because he appears strong when he is nothing more than an insect to be crushed beneath the heel of a man so much greater than himself. A man like him. “As the owner, I would be more than happy to discuss it with you.” It comes out as a threat, and it very much is one - his own stature looming over the other’s. Alice must be so very bored - he thinks, as the man storms off - perhaps he should give him a project to work on; a body to drain of every ounce of blood within its fleshy walls.

He allows his hand to fall from Vivian’s shoulder, straightening himself out now that the threat has simply given up on his mission. Humans are such pitiful creatures, when challenged by something greater than themselves they shrink and retreat. Yet, when faced with something they believe is weak - something they believe they are capable of crushing, they stand as if they are Gods. Worthless, the lot of them. “Hmm, do try to behave yourself, I would hate for harm to befall you.” The words are sweet; his voice deep and low, but they’re empty; hollow, they mean nothing to him. She is a tool. A meal. Nothing more.

#unladylikc #| ☩ no lies in my eyes; nothing but the truth will leave my mouth. ☩ (asks) |#| ☩ Pray to stay in my arms just to die a little longer ☩ (Orpheus: Verse: Default) |#| ☩ Saviors and saints devils and heathens alike; I’ll eat you alive ☩ (Orpheus: IC) |#{ Thank you for sending this! }

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amandaoftherosemire · 5 years

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Lightning Strikes Part Seven

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Thor Odinson X Reader

Characters: Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, OFC Astrid, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,013

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: Language, angst, the appearance of infidelity,

Summary: Ready to finally give Thor an answer to his request that you move in with him, you travel to New Asgard. Once there, however, you receive information that explains a lot even as it creates new questions. Regardless of the answers, what you discover has the capacity to change how you feel about everything.

A/N: I want to start by saying I’m sorry. That said, this chapter has its place and I promise that I’m building to something worthwhile. I also swear I didn’t do this just to be a dick. I’m perfectly capable of that, but that’s not what I was going for here. 😉

Part Six: Crucible here

Sublimation

Loki walked out of the manor house to meet the jet from New York, a wickedly delighted grin on his face. He'd been anticipating this day for nearly a month, ever since you'd told him the plan. Now that you were here, the fun could really begin.

The jet was of Wakandan design and manufacture and a gift to the Avengers from King T'challa to aid you in your new duties. It had taken the better part of a month to learn how to fly the thing but being the pilot when this baby kicked into gear was out-fucking-standing. You were now the point of contact between the Avengers compound in New York, New Asgard, and Wakanda, hence the gift. You had a base of operations in all three locations, at least you would once you talked to Thor about it, but were expected to spend most of your time in New Asgard, handling what you could remotely and traveling when necessary.

As soon as you'd gotten back to New York from your vacation with Thor, you'd gone to Pepper. You'd told her the entire situation and asked for her help in figuring out a solution. Pepper, both a powerful and ambitious businesswoman and a quietly tender-hearted romantic, had immediately put her phenomenal brain to the task. With the full power of Pepper Potts behind you, it hadn't been too difficult to find a solution that should work for everyone. Thor didn't know yet, but since he'd asked you if you'd decided yet every time you talked, you figured he'd be on board.

You'd been putting him off, gently telling him each time that you still hadn't figured it all out. You'd wanted to surprise him when everything was in place. You were here today because everything was in place. All that was left was to talk to Thor.

You sauntered out of the open hatch into the balmy ocean air, your bag over your shoulder and eyes shaded against the early summer sun, a cheerful grin on your face.

With a sweeping and dramatic bow, Loki offered his arm. You took it as you laughed up into dancing emerald eyes. “Pet,” he purred, mirth and mischief ripe in his tone. “Welcome home.”

Loki filled you in on the gossip as he walked you to the rooms you normally had each time you visited, making you laugh with catty sotto voce commentary on the various people you passed on the way. Once there, however, you chased him off, wanting to change before you saw Thor. Loki had gallantly offered to go push his brother out of his office for you before sauntering out. You frowned after him, mildly suspicious. But without anything else to go on, you opted to chalk his oddly helpful behavior up to pleasure at having you here.

You didn't fool yourself. Whatever Loki felt for you was real and deep, but you also knew that he was pleased to have you there because you entertained him. He had made no secret that he was excited to have a partner in crime, confident in his ability to draw you into his schemes and games. You had to admit it depended on how funny and ultimately harmless his schemes and games were. You had no doubt that the two of you would find plenty of mischief that would satisfy you both and hopefully harm none.

You pulled a sleeveless lace shirt and bustle skirt from your bag, getting ready to wiggle out of your jeans. You wanted to be comfortable while traveling, but pants were always more trouble than they were worth around Thor. To top it off, you hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks, the only thing that could test his patience and spur him to anything you considered urgency. You flipped the button open on your jeans as you debated the merits of underwear when a beam of sunshine hit something shiny on the table next to the bed.

Curious, you rounded the bed to approach the table. You would have ignored it, but the curtain was almost too perfectly parted to allow a beam of light to fall upon the object. Once next to it, you could see that the object was an earring, what looked to be a pretty one carat diamond. Not only was it not yours, it was also perfectly angled to shine upon the opposite wall. Even had your body not gotten in the way, there would have been no way to be in these rooms any time in the afternoon and miss the thing.

You stood, looking at the small item, considering the wealth of meaning that could imbue anything, should the circumstances be right. Or wrong. You don't know how long you stood there, mulling over the weight location, position, identity of owner, etc. should each have in the calculation of how big an explosion should occur when you next got your hands on either Odinson.

At your back, the bedroom door opened to Astrid, her arms full of clean towels. The last time you'd seen Thor, you'd asked him to assign Astrid to you whenever you were in New Asgard. You were unsurprised to see her, as you'd seen her in the hall on your way in. Astrid, however, looked confused to see you here, then concerned when her eye fell on the sparkling jewelry at the obvious focus of your attention.

"Lady Y/N!" she said softly, her voice low and warm. One of the things you liked about Astrid was her calm no matter how you surprised her. "These are no longer your rooms." You weren't ready to speak, holding on to your temper was difficult enough, so you tilted your head in question.

Another thing you liked about Astrid was her talent at reading nonverbal communication. She stepped forward and slipped her arm around your waist, supporting you without words as she answered. "His majesty commanded that you be put in his private quarters from now on," she explained.

"I see." You pulled away slightly to turn and look at her, your eyes catching and boring into hers. She was on the tall side of average for a woman, a couple of inches under six feet, well-built and strong. She had a lovely, sweet face, with charming dimples that you knew she used as a distraction. Even in the little time you'd gotten to spend with her, you had somehow become genuine friends. This, however, was the first time she looked into your eyes and saw what her king found so compelling about this funny little human. Your gaze was fierce and held a strength she hadn’t expected.

"And was I the last to have these rooms?" you asked, your voice hardening as you saw the change in her eyes. You knew she'd liked you before; your triumph was that she now respected you. Your eyes fell back to the earring on the nightstand.

"No." Astrid's voice had dropped to a sympathetic murmur. "The Lady Jane Foster visited last week." Her arm came back around you and squeezed gently at the tremor that rocked through you. Her tone took on a touch of urgency. "But she slept in this bed. And his majesty slept in his."

You huffed out a breath and even you didn't know if it was a laugh or a sigh. You reached out and snagged the earring, tucking it into your pocket, before turning into Astrid's arms to give her a quick hug. "Astrid, I adore you." She hugged you back, but you could see the worry in her eyes. You smiled sunnily and turned to snag your bag. "Let's go to his majesty's quarters and I'll give you your present."

Astrid's eyes widened. You'd told her the last time you'd visited that you would bring her some human designer shoes so she could see them for herself. Astrid was a fashionista, but specifically for shoes. You had gone with Natasha to her favorite boutique and picked out the prettiest, shiniest, crystal embedded Jimmy Choos with Astrid's caramel hair and bright blue eyes in mind.

The pictures of Human Mistress Guy tucked between the shoes weren't necessarily for Astrid, but you knew she'd be happy to take responsibility for them. Turned out HMG was more interested in enforcing Asgardian social norms than he was in living up to them.

Though most were unaware of it, you had a vast, and some would say insidious, network of connections. You had once been the gatekeeper to Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark fucking Industries and one of the most powerful people in the world. Not only that, you had facilitated the connection between the Avengers and SI, you knew people who knew people who knew people. You could find dirt on almost anyone, almost anywhere.

You figured Astrid would be the best person to ask how her people would feel about the pictures of Human Mistress Guy with his very own human mistress.

Loki stood at the door to his brother's office, smirking as Thor worked at the Stark designed touch computer, clearly in a terrible temper. Thor delegated as much as he could, but he had prepared to be king of Asgard when she was whole and strong. Here on Earth he was, in some ways, painfully out of his depth. And he hated the bureaucracy that went along with ruling more than almost anything.

Loki's voice held a light taunt as he spoke into the silence. "Your delicious little human has arrived, brother."

Thor didn't look up. He knew you were coming; you'd sent him a text on the phone you’d made him take. His lips twitched at the memory of your utter disdain for any form of communication he had suggested other than the little plastic and glass box. The twitch turned to a smirk as he remembered how'd you'd changed his mind about the device when you'd introduced him to sexting.

“I am aware,” Thor growled, annoyed with the world. He was annoyed that he had to deal with this if he wanted to spend the rest of the day as he wished, in bed with you. He was annoyed that you still hadn't given him a straight answer about whether you'd live with him. He was annoyed with himself for not being honest with you about everything. He was annoyed with Loki for being so obvious in his regard and pursuit of you.

"I’ll greet her when I can do it properly." Thor didn't try to stop the smug smile from curving his mouth, even as he kept his eyes on the screen in front of him. He couldn't help but remind his brother that though you may be Loki's pet, you were Thor's lover.

"Suit yourself." Loki was unamused and equally annoyed with Thor. There were few things that Loki found distasteful, self-righteous hypocrisy was one of the few. As long as Thor acted as though he had the moral high ground, Loki would continue to remind him that he was always ready to take you from him. "I certainly intend to."

"Loki." Out of patience, Thor pushed back from the screen, causing it to blip away, and turned to fix Loki with an angry glare. "Why are you trying to make me jealous?"

"Why should you be jealous, brother? After all, I befriended her on your orders, did I not?"

***

You were almost to Thor's office, your hands in your pockets, the right toying with the earring there when the sound of raised male voices had you lifting your brows. It occurred to you that living with both Thor and Loki was not going to be peaceful. Up until this afternoon, you'd been nothing but excited.

The discovery that Thor had had his ex-girlfriend as a guest but had not mentioned it either before or after the fact had put something of a damper on your enthusiasm. However, Astrid's sincere and sweet rush to reassure you had given you pause. You were, at least, determined to remain calm as you asked Thor what the hell. You would lose your shit only if and when his explanation proved inadequate. As for the location of said earring, you knew you had a tendency towards cynicism, but you doubted it had been left in that exact place on accident. The only question was whether Dr. Foster left it there, or Loki.

You had every intention of asking Loki what the hell, also.

Astrid had been utterly delighted, both with her shoes and with the pictures. She'd had a run-in of her own with HMG and was happy to help her new best friend (she really loved the shoes) get revenge for both of them. Astrid knew exactly which gossipy guard's sister was the best friend of HMG's wife's personal assistant. You figured that would be enough degrees of separation to keep both you and Astrid out of it.

Your stomach was already churning, and the dread was shimmering up your spine at the tone in Thor's voice when you got close enough to understand what he was saying. At the words Loki, why are trying to make me jealous? your feet slowed without your brain getting involved in the situation. At Loki's response, you stopped in your tracks. After all, I befriended her on your orders, did I not?

You'd never before known that you could actually feel your heart break. For all that emotion came from the mind, there was still a pain in the chest. Even as the betrayal crashed down upon you, as your breath caught at the enormous agony of it, a calm and detached part of your mind wondered at the physical reaction to something wholly emotional. You latched onto that calm and detached part, knowing only that would get you through the next moments.

You flinched at the sarcasm you could hear in Thor's voice, the warm rumble sounding threatening for the first time. "It’s evidently been a terrible hardship for you."

"‘Charm her, lure her, seduce her if you can.’ Your words, brother." Loki's voice was a taunt and had you leaning on the hallway wall, needing the support to stay on your feet. Every word felt like a blow. "Only now, when I’ve proven her true, you want to pretend I’m encroaching?"

Your eyes closed at the words proven her true. The fucking hypocrite hadn't trusted you but had been lying to you the entire time.

"If you're not encroaching, why do you seem determined to prove her untrue?" Thor's voice held a bitterness you'd never heard before. You couldn't understand why Thor had lied to you, how he could claim to love you when he so obviously didn't trust you. Unless this had never been about you, in which case you were what you had always truly feared: a pet, nothing more than a rope for two spoiled boys to play tug-of-war.

"If you think so highly of her," Loki's voice was bored, as though he were only asking to be polite, "why is it so hard to believe that I might simply like the silly creature?" Thor didn't respond, but the look that flickered across his face sparked Loki's temper. For the first time, he sounded like cared. "It’s not, and that’s the problem. I wasn’t supposed to be myself when I charmed her, was never supposed to actually get attached in any way." There was a pause, then he continued, his voice calm and mocking once more. "My apologies. In the future, you may want to make such commands explicit."

You'd had enough. "But then how would he maintain plausible deniability?" The words were out of your mouth before you had a chance to think about them, but you didn't want them back. You were angrier than you'd ever been in your life and you knew you needed to use it before it ran out and left you the broken wreck you knew were going to become. You'd never had two people break your heart on the same day, but here you were. Maybe it was what you deserved for presuming to fly so close to the sun. You pushed off the wall and closed the last couple of feet to Thor's open office door.

You hoped that one day the sight that met your eyes would seem comical. Both men looked dumbfounded, as though they had been so caught up in their argument that they had completely forgotten the possibility that they might be overheard. The expression of dawning horror on Thor's face only hurt, so you focused instead on Loki and on the flicker of sly satisfaction you saw fly across his face. You used the rage it inspired to dismiss him as unimportant, knowing it would infuriate him more than anything else. Frankly, in this moment he was unimportant; Thor's betrayal so much worse because you truly hadn't seen it coming. You'd always expected Loki to return to form in one way or another.

"You." You fixed Loki with a sternly disappointed glare. You pushed unsurprised exasperation into your tone, and by the irritated flare of Loki's nostrils, you'd scored your point. "I… can’t. With you. Today. I’m too pissed and need to focus. Take the escape hatch and be grateful."

To your surprise and secret gratitude, Loki said nothing more, merely inclined his head and walked out. You stepped back to let him pass, and it took everything you had to not punch him as hard as you could in his sexy brooding poet face. Even the knowledge that you'd be more likely to damage your hand than his face couldn't stop you; only your stubborn pride could do that.

Once Loki was gone, you stepped into the room. Thor still stood behind his desk where he'd stood to yell at Loki when, with a mocking lift of your eyebrow, you pointedly closed the door behind you. As you walked forward to sit in one of the chairs in front of the desk, Thor finally spoke. "Plant, I—"

"Do not call me that." You cut him off quickly, unable to stand the sound of that nickname in the rumble you loved so dearly. The sound of your heart crumbling apart lived in that beloved thunder. You leaned forward to set the earring on the desk in front of you. "Do you know what that is, Thor?" He didn't answer, only closed his eye. "No? You want to guess where I found it?" Your voice was sweet as candy laced with strychnine. At the sound, Thor dropped into the chair, resigned to his fate. Hopeless. "Or do you already have a pretty good idea?"

You waited until Thor's eye opened and met yours. He'd never seen you so angry, but he wasn't a fool. Your eyes were also glittering with tears. His muscles were bunching to propel him to action, his heart leading and desperate to soothe away the desolate look in your eyes, but the hardness on your face stopped him from moving. Harshly, you accused, "And you have the nerve to distrust me?"

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, well then." You scoffed, and mockery coated every word. "You're sorry. Problem fucking solved." You sat back, spread out in the chair in a posture of furious disdain. "I was on my way down here to ask you about that," you gestured, and Thor saw something in your eyes he'd never thought to see, coldness, "to give you a chance to explain. Loki may have called me 'pet', Thor, but you made me feel like one."

You reached out and picked up the earring, twirling it between your fingers by the post and watching the afternoon light sparkle through its facets. Such a pretty thing to be the beginning of the end. You looked up when Thor remained silent, and the pain on his face only spiked your rage. A snarl in your voice and on your lips, you went on. "I came here today to tell you that I’d figured it out, and I'd done it. I’d rearranged my entire life for you. I thought it would be worth it, because I thought the one person in this world that mattered didn’t see me as a pet. I am not surprised that I’ve lived to regret that decision, but I am perturbed that it happened so quickly."

Thor's continued silence, his face growing more and more white with every word out of your mouth, his face twisting in pain, only served to pour gasoline on the inferno about to burst into full and cheerful flame. "I know you've got trust issues. I get it. But that does not excuse what you've done." You were nearly yelling now, but it was the disgust that cut Thor to the quick. "Seduce her if you can!? How dare you!? How fucking dare you!?"

You were shouting at this point, but you couldn't stop yourself. Thor finally spoke, the pained rage in your voice cutting through the agony blocking his own. "Y/N--"

"No!" You bellowed to cut him off as you shot to your feet. You had thought you wanted him to speak, to explain himself, but the moment you heard your name in his gorgeous rumble, you knew if you let him continue you'd end up sobbing and you would not shed a goddamn tear until you were back home. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. "No," you said again, more calmly and opened your eyes to look down into the face you adored. "No, Thor, I will not move here, I will not live with you." You tossed the earring onto the desk. "I can't trust you. I told you; betrayal is a dealbreaker. Commanding your brother to attempt to seduce me is a fucking betrayal. Goodbye, Thor."

You turned and walked toward the door. Your hand was on the knob when Thor spoke. "Please." You paused, the anguish in the single word catching at your weeping heart and stopping you even against your will. "I don't want to lose you." You closed your eyes against the tears threatening to fall but didn't turn around.

"Then you shouldn't have lied to me."

As the door closed behind you, Thor sat alone in silence, watching the earring sparkle mockingly on his desk.

You walked quickly, but at a pace carefully under a run. You could still see through the sheen of tears coating your eyes, but the world had become a wobbly, warped mess. You strode with purpose back to Thor's quarters to pick up your bag, determined to leave as little of yourself here as possible. You'd never had a heartbreak like this, the kind that's so huge it feels like grief, like you were mourning the future you would now never have.

Worse, to find out that so much of what had come to this point had been, if not a lie, tainted with dishonesty was yet another thing to grieve, the death of all you'd thought you had. Once you had your bag, you looked neither left nor right, acknowledged no one as you walked quickly to the door that led to the jet and escape.

"Lady!?" The sound of Astrid's sweet voice stopped you at the door to the vehicle bay. At this point, she was the only Asgardian with that ability. She ran up, her face stricken, and you realized you really had made a friend here. You choked back a sob and threw your arms around her in a quick hug.

"I have to go, but I'll be back, I promise." You didn't know how you got the words out past the tears clogging your throat, but Astrid seemed to understand. She nodded and hugged you back, but she didn't try to hold you when you pulled away to run outside.

As soon as the jet was at its cruising altitude and pointed toward New York and home, you put on the autopilot, buried your face in your hands. You couldn't cry yet; you had to stay calm until you were no longer flying a jet tens of thousands of feet above the surface of the Earth. Your heart was wailing, but you held on but for an occasional choking sound that escaped every time you forced the shriek of pain back down.

Bucky was waiting with open arms as soon as you stepped off the jet. You had called him while on your way home, told him what had happened. He'd been appropriately infuriated on your behalf and had promised to meet you as soon as you arrived. He was as good as his word, enfolding you in muscular, comforting arms and holding you close as you finally let go and sobbed. He basically carried you inside, but instead of taking you to your rooms, he took you to his and Steve's.

You didn't argue, especially when Bucky more or less handed you over to Steve, who also folded you close and rocked you back and forth. You couldn't stop crying, but Steve's arms were even more comforting than you'd imagined. You were too wracked with grief to notice when Steve settled you on the couch, but you noticed Bucky's arms coming around you from the other side. Squeezed between super soldiers, you poured onto them all the anguish in your broken heart.

After you calmed, Bucky made you laugh with the offer of triple chocolate brownies and four different kinds of Ben and Jerry's. It healed your heart just a little when he turned on Hot Fuzz, handed you a glass of pinot noir and a brownie, then settled onto the couch at your back, with your legs across Steve's lap. Though it was only a few months ago, it felt like a million years when you'd told Bucky about your Breakup Triage Kit: comedy, wine, and chocolate. You adored him for remembering and taking care of you.

You were fairly embarrassed when you woke up the next morning still on the couch, laying between Bucky's legs with your back against his chest, his flesh arm around you under your breasts. Steve was laying with his arms around your hips and his head on your stomach. Bucky's metal hand rested on Steve's shoulder while Steve's temple rested against Bucky's flesh arm. You would sneak out, but you were completely tangled up in the two men. You'd never been this physically comfortable with either man, but apparently comforting you through a broken heart had changed your relationship. You hoped to god it wasn't going to cause any more grief or drama; you needed a fucking break already.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you groan aloud. With a roll of your eyes, you let your head fall to the side to meet the mischievous emerald gaze of the lithe god standing across the room. He looked both amused and annoyed, and to your surprise seemed to be keeping the men pinning you down from waking.

"Ahem." His lips curled in a mocking smile as he took in the tangle in front of him. The three of you were fully clothed, and there was nothing sexual about the way either man was embracing you, but there was something undeniably intimate about the curl and curve of bodies asleep together on the couch. Loki filed the image of this tableau away in case it became necessary or amusing to describe it to someone.

You closed your eyes in response to that mocking smile, wondering when exactly your life had become a clusterfuck. "Oh, for fuck's sake,” you groaned, insult and disbelief warring for control.

"Charming, as always, my dear." Loki chose not to comment on your current… predicament… aware that his silence would be more effective in what he wanted to achieve here today.

You rolled your head back to stare at the ceiling. It was more comfortable here, your head pillowed comfortably on Bucky’s sternum. You could hear the taunt in Loki’s voice, the invitation to play, but you could not find within you any answering warmth. You were too sad and too tired to care about dancing to his tune for any reason. Your voice infinitely weary, you sighed. "Loki, why are you here?"

Loki was sorry to hear the exhaustion in your voice. He adored trying to outwit and out-manipulate you and he hated hearing his favorite adversary so weak. His voice softened along with his guarded heart. "I wanted to see you."

"Why?" You wanted to look at him, surprised to hear sympathy in his tone, but you didn't have the energy to really care. You'd long ago purged all the rage and pain in tears and sleep and all you had left was a kind of vaguely exasperated apathy. You had no defense, no deftness, and so opted to not even try to dance or dodge but spoke bluntly with no attempt to hide how you felt.

"You know why." Loki's voice was gentle, and you frowned at what sounded like sincere remorse in his tone. You couldn't dare believe that he actually felt sorry for lying to you, but you found yourself wondering if you could get a straight answer out of him for once.

"Did you put the earring on the nightstand so that it would catch the light?”

"Yes." You tilted your head to look at him again and he smiled slightly. "I wanted you and Thor to fight on your first day there so you'd spend the evening with me, instead. I thought it'd be funny."

You were scowling warily at Loki's half-smile, confused by his posture of honest confession. "Ha." Loki snorted, and your lips twitched against your will. His smile started to widen until you asked your next question, still mired in skepticism despite the lack of artifice. In fact, his guileless demeanor only exacerbated your suspicions instead of alleviating them. "Did you plan for me to overhear you and Thor?"

For the first time since you'd met him, his eyes softened with what looked like real tenderness. If you didn't know better, you'd think Loki genuinely cared for you. "No," he said, gently, and part of you wanted to believe him, "I wanted him to tell you the truth. I didn't want you angry enough to leave."

You told yourself to harden yourself against him, that he was still playing with you, but you heard yourself ask, "Why do you care?" Your heart was aching; Thor wasn't the only one who'd broken your heart. Though you'd never been foolish enough to fully trust Loki, you'd believed his feelings for you, his friendship, at least, to be true.

Loki waved his hand dismissively, and you saw his discomfort with the honest emotion in the gesture. "Because you're my pet."

You would not play along with this anymore. You would not allow anyone, even in jest, to make you something less. "No, I'm not," you answered and turned your face all the way to the wall. When you'd felt respected, cared for, it had been one thing. Discovering how little regard either man had had for your feelings and dignity made the 'pet' joke a lot less funny.

Loki had never heard your voice so cold, was shocked by the finality in the dismissive movement of your head. He hadn't known, when his brother asked him to befriend you, that he would come to like you. If he had known a human could charm him so, he'd have been on guard against just such an eventuality, because to deliberately deceive in just such a way requires detachment. Because he hadn't known, you'd gotten under his skin. He didn't want to lose his friend.

Loki sighed, and the melancholy in his tone almost had you turning your head. You held out, but surprise had you listening despite yourself. "Because I’m actually quite fond of you, my silly little human."

Your head snapped back around. You couldn’t help it. Loki had never given you so clear a glimpse into the man that lived behind the mask. He was giving you what he could, and the part of you that reminded you to love people as they are rather than how you want them to be spoke up for the first time in Loki’s defense.

That little voice pointed out that you’d never expected honesty from Loki, one of the many reasons you’d still not act on any attraction. A dealbreaker is a dealbreaker, after all. But for a friend you could make an exception when deceit is a fundamental aspect of the friend’s personality.

You also didn’t expect Loki to apologize. You’d no more expect the sun to apologize for shining, or fire for burning. His very presence, his careful words told you he cared.

Unless he’s up to something and needs to charm his way back into our good graces. The cynical voice in your head may have been unkind, but she wasn’t wrong. Still, trying to figure out what mischief Loki was up to was part of the fun of being his friend. You wouldn’t change him for worlds. You knew you’d end up forgiving him.

But not today.

“Well, now.” Your voice was dry and mostly unamused, but the strident tone told Loki his work here was done. “This is a red-letter day. You gave me the unvarnished truth and you were mostly honest about your feelings.” Loki shot you an unrepentant grin and you had to fight to keep the sneer in your face. The burning insult still raged under the surface of your skin, however, and kept you sarcastically steadfast even as you continued. “I love you, too, Loki. I'm so mad at you right now that I could strangle you, but I love you.”

Loki was shocked to hear the words pass your lips. Even as part of him cringed away, a small but vocal part of him gloried in the word, swamped in gratitude for your open and generous heart. “I’ll be waiting when you forgive me, dear one.”

With a last unusually warm and sweet smile, Loki shimmered into nothing. The next moment, both Bucky and Steve began to stir. Steve’s pretty face lifted, a red crease imprinted in his cheek from a wrinkle in your t-shirt.

Bucky’s voice rumbled at your back. “This is gonna sound weird, but, doll, is your superpower being insanely comfortable? I slept like a baby.”

“Me, too,” Steve said, bashfully, carefully and respectfully disentangling himself and allowing you to sit up. “I don’t know how that happened, but it was nice.”

Your broken heart healed a little at the sweetness of these two, the kindness they’d shown in tucking you between them and protecting you until you could stand on your own.

Your voice low, and a little shy as the change in your friendship was still new and uncertain, you murmured, “Thank you. Both of you.” You leaned forward and kissed Steve on the cheek, then turned to do the same for Bucky. “Nobody has ever taken care of me like that before.”

(Except Thor.) You had a new train of thought to torment yourself with now: constant reminders of everything you had and lost with Thor. Wasn’t this going to be fun. You focused back on Steve, who looked as though he could hear your thoughts and had nothing but sympathy. “I needed my friends last night, and you guys more than delivered.”

You patted both men, Bucky’s arm and Steve’s chest, before you stood up, a little wobbly still. Each held out a hand to help steady you.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” you said, smiling, and if the smile was heartsick around the edges, neither of them would be rude enough to mention it, “I’m going to go cry in the shower, then I’m going to make an absolutely enormous breakfast for my heroes.”

You weren’t entirely certain why, but you decided to keep the visit from Loki to yourself.

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Tender

Pairing: Ivar x OFC

Series: Brynhilda’s Saga

Warnings: Angst

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Ivar lays comfortable in the furs, a smile on his face. He still feels Brynhilda’s rough, gentle hands running themselves along his legs, getting rid of the knots within the atrophied muscle. He licks his lips, still tasting the blueberry mead she enjoys so much. He enjoys the new relationship with her. She loves as fiercely as she fights.

There’s no pressure being with her. He doesn’t have to posture or perform, he doesn’t have to fight for her affections. Brynhilda is a woman unlike any other, she’s entirely self-reliant, capable of finding her own pleasure and happiness without him. His smile widens, she’s with him because he’s a challenge. Her words, not his. He doesn’t break under her gaze, he isn’t afraid to get nasty with her. He’s what she needed in a man. He can’t help the unadulterated joy that rises within him. She thinks of him as a man, different of course, but a man nonetheless.

He rolls over, looking at the form next to him. Though the firelight is low, he can still see the long, ragged scar that runs down her back. The sign of betrayal she’ll never be rid of. He swallows the rage building within him, he swallows the guilt, he has yet to tell her, he doesn’t want to think about it, not now, not when everything is so peaceful.

Brynhilda is going to wreak havoc on those that crossed her. She’s going to raise an army, spread her vengeance across the kingdom. He can see it in his mind. She’s haughty, fresh off her latest victory. Her armor is soiled with muck and blood, her hair in it’s characteristically long braid is matted with sweat, on her face is the smile of a woman who delights in warmongering. That is his Brynhilda, and he feels oh so guilty that he’ll never get to see it.

He’s going to England with his father, and hasn’t told her yet. He can’t bear to do it, not when they just found this new peace with each other. He gulps, fearing this is his last night with her. He wants it to be meaningful, a memory they’ll remember forever. She’ll leave to wage her war, and he’ll leave for England, and they’ll never see each other again. Or if they do, she will no longer love him. Still, going to England was something he must do.

He wants to wake her from her slumber but can’t bear to do it. She has a long day ahead of her, prepping for travel, trading for supplies. He settles with staring at her, running his fingers down the scar across her back. “Stop touching me,” He freezes at the sound of her voice. “I didn’t know you were awake,” He admits, cheeks flushing at being caught in such a tender moment. He lays his hand flat against her lower back, ignoring her request.

“I wasn’t, until you started touching me.”

“You’ve never complained about me touching you before.” He points out, moving his hand to her ass and giving it a squeeze. She growls, shifting under the furs. “I don’t like it touched,” She admits. Her voice is so low, he strains to hear her. “My scars are connected to painful memories I’d rather not relive.” His eye dart across her back, jumping from scar to scar.

Ivar’s brows furrow. It dawns on him that Brynhilda isn’t someone that knew true tenderness. If she did, it had been a long time. She came home from battle to a cold hut, body aching, no one to say they missed her. You’ve been used all your life, he thinks. Boggvir used you, and when you served no purpose other than to scare him, he tried to kill you.

Ivar shifts as best he can, resting his hands on either side of her. “What are you doing?” She asks, turning around. He hushes her, pressing her shoulder, trying to keep her on her belly. “I’m giving you pleasant memories.” He says. He begins with the arrow shaped scar on the back of her neck. No doubt an assassination attempt. He presses a kiss to it. Brynhilda stiffens underneath him, but says nothing. Emboldened, he continues. Every scrape, every scratch, every scar received a kiss. It takes him awhile to accomplish this, for she has many, but he manages to do it.

He’s pressing his last kiss to the tail end of the back scar when he hears a sniffle. “Brynhilda?” He calls. Had he done something wrong? “Brynhilda, are you crying?” He crawls back up to her. She’s hiding her face in the pillow, shoulders shaking. “Brynhilda I-”

“Shut up,” She says, grabbing his arm. She yanks him on top of her, lacing her fingers with his. He smiles, he’d done something right apparently. He allows his weight to settle on her. This may be their last night together, but it would be a memorable one.

What Brynhilda can’t tell Ivar is how he makes her feel. Across her twenty odd years of life, she’d had a string of lovers. Men, women, young, old, warrior, farmer, none of them compared to Ivar, for none of them had thought of her insecurities. For as long as she could remember she hated her scars. They made for great battle stories around the fire, but when it came to the realm of love, they were constant reminders of how undesirable she was.

She remembers look at all the married women in her life, they had been smooth skinned beauties, the lot of them. She’d never have that. Then she had to go and fall in love with the biggest asshole she’d ever met. He made her feel so beautiful, with the look her gave her after they kissed. The one that makes it clear he wants her. Blue eyes would rove the planes of her naked body, she never slept with clothes on is she could help it. He’d wet his lips and make a lewd comment, even though nothing would come of it. Gods, he’d never know how much she cared for him, how much all of it meant. She wouldn’t dare tell him.

Instead, she lies there, Ivar on top of her, pressing kisses to her shoulder, making sure she knew how he felt. She closes her eyes and sends a rare prayer to the gods, let me keep him. She thinks. I couldn’t keep my family or my king, but please, let me keep him.

Brynhilda is up with the sun that morning. She is heading out today, she knows it, and Ivar will be at her side. They will be an unstoppable force together. Brynhilda’s might and Ivar’s cunning. She smiles at the thought, surely it would be a battle to go be sung in the Sagas forever more, they’d be immortalized in rhyme. She snorts, better stop that train of thought, you’ve had your time to be a proud fool, and look where it got you.

Ivar still sleeps in her temporary home, on the edge of Kattegat. Aslaug graciously allowed her to have it for the time being, a place she and Ivar can be away from prying eyes. Of course, when you’re delcared the lover of the youngest son of Ragnar, tongues start wagging. She has the idea that she’ll go pick some fruits for breakfast when she sees Ragnar cresting the hill, heading straight for her house.

She waits for him to arrive at her gate, unwilling to move from her door. She doesn’t trust him, he has an air of desperation about him. “Hello!” He says, rather cheerfully, waving. “Ivar’s inside, he isn’t awake yet.” She tells him, jerking her thumb towards the door. “Oh, no, I didn’t want to talk to Ivar, I wanted to talk to you.” Brynhilda crosses her arms, she has a feeling she knows exactly what he’s going to say. “Speak, make it quick. I refuse to suffer long talks with old men.” Ragnar’s smile falters. “I am going to England!” He announces. “I was wondering if you would like to come with me, to make your fortune. Surely I’d be successful with Boggvir’s greatest shieldmaiden at me side.

Brynhilda can’t help the snap reaction. She rushes Ragnar, grabs his beard, and yanks him down to her eye level. “Listen and listen well,” She snarls, “I am no one’s Shieldmaiden. The next time you mention that traitor’s name in front of me, I’ll cut out your tongue.” Ragnar gives her a shaky laugh, then gulps when she doesn’t laugh with him. “I just thought you’d like to come, considering Ivar-” Brynhilda pushes him away from her. “Ivar is going with you.” It isn’t a question. Ragnar lets out another sheepish laugh. “You didn’t know?”

Brynhilda crosses her arms, hurt. “It’s none of my business, I suppose.”

“Aren’t you my son’s love?” Ragnar is frowning. Brynhilda can’t help her cheeks heating. She thanks Odin she’s dark enough that Ragnar doesn’t see it. “I am,” She says. “But Ivar is a person all his own. He’s able to make his own decisions.” Ragnar is going to say something else, probably try to convince her to go with him when Sigrid comes running, calling her name. “Brynhilda!” She says, skidding to a dusty stop behind Ragnar. “It’s Aslaug, she wants to see you, come quickly.”

Brynhilda leaps over her small fence. Before she rushes off, she turns to Ragnar. “Ivar is just inside. Help yourself,” She then takes off at a trot, Sigrid keeping pace with her.

When she reaches the Great Hall, it’s empty. Aslaug is pacing, muttering to herself. “Your Majesty?” She whispers. Aslaug stops dead in her tracks. “Brynhilda!” She gasps, rushing towards her. “I know you will see reason,” she says, grabbing the girl’s shoulders. The grip is surprisingly strong, “I know Ivar will listen to you. You must convince him not to go to England. I don’t care what you tell him, just do it.” Brynhilda frowns, stepping out from Aslaug’s grasp. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Aslaug yells. “Ivar is his own person, capable of making decisions for himself. I love him, but I’m not going to stop him.”

“He will die Brynhilda! Don’t you care about that?”

“Of course, I do,” Brynhilda says softly, wrapping her arms around herself. Aslaug had seen his death, this day just kept getting worse. Life without Ivar would be hard. She’d only have her revenge to live for, not someone to come home victorious to. Then what? Without her love, there would be nothing beyond her victory. Somehow, she manages to keep herself together, her voice is calm, “It is still his decision.”

“Then go with him. Protect him, make sure he’s safe.”

“We both know I won’t do that.”

“Why because of your silly war?”

“It’s not war! I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine!” Brynhilda would’ve kept yelling if the change over Aslaug’s face hadn’t been so terrifying. Looking much like the death hag, Aslaug rushes at her. “You snake!” Aslaug roars, slapping Brynhilda soundly across her cheek. “You filthy traitor! You care no more for my son than anyone else!”

“You’re the one who doesn’t care!” Brynhilda says, stopping the next slap. Aslaug stops her ranting in shock, no one had ever dared to accuse her of not loving her son. “You have coddled Ivar all his life, kept him from the world, from experience because you wanted something, anything to hold close to your heart. It is time to stop being selfish, your majesty. It’s time to let Ivar go, he is grown enough to take command of his own destiny. Allow him the dignity to do so.”

Aslaug wrenches her hand away from Brynhilda. “Go,” She says, eyes filled with tears. Brynhilda doesn’t need to be told twice.

There is something off about Brynhilda, Ivar just can’t tell what. She hasn’t spoken to him since she came back from wherever she had been. He hasn’t said anything to break the silence. Her savagery is lurking just beneath her beautiful green eyes. “Brynhilda?” He asks, quietly. She slams her hand on the table, “Why didn’t you tell me you were going with Ragnar?” She growls, looking at him. Ivar gulps, shit. “I didn’t want to upset you,” He whispers truthfully. Things had been so good these last weeks, he couldn’t help it if he wanted it to last a little longer. “I wouldn’t have been upset!” She admits. “Ivar, I wouldn’t have held it against you. I know what something like this must mean to you. Hell, if MY father walked through that door right now and told me we were going to the Mediterranean, I wouldn’t ask any questions. What did you think I was going to do?”

“Hit me,” Ivar answers honestly. “Yell at me, beg me not to go.” There’s a look of hurt that crosses her face.

“Then you don’t really know me at all, do you?” She whispers. Ivar frowns, he knows her well enough, doesn’t he? “Ivar, I understand that there are things one must do in life. I understand that you must go to England, and I must go to war.” She sits down, grabbing his hands in hers. “I would not try to stop you from doing what you need to do. It would be cruel of me, selfish. I do not want to be that sort of woman.”

Ivar takes her face in his hands and brings her close for a kiss. It’s soft, and full of thanks on his behalf. To find someone who understands him so completely is refreshing. “Mother says I am going to die.” Brynhilda nods. “I will mourn you,” She says, sniffing. “Ass that you are,”

“Man that you love?” Ivar asks hopefully. Brynhilda laughs, wiping at the corners of her eyes. “Man that I love,” She agrees. They look at each other for a few moments. “Ok,” She says, standing. “I don’t want to stay in this smelly hut all day feeling sorry for our future. I want to enjoy my last day with you.”

Ivar crawls off his seat, “It sounds like a plan,”

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivars heathen army #ivar ragnarsson #brynhilda's saga #brynhilda brynjarsdottir #ivar x brynhilda

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hi hello to everyone! i’m here with some very exciting info - my kingdom hearts verse/backstory for yuna and spira! would love to use this verse / elements of it with any kh mutuals or others with kh verses as well uwu it’s long and not formally written in the slightest (its all over the place dktjgnt) but it’s under the read more! if anyone wants to write with it or talk to my about it, i’d love love loveeeeee that huhuhu anyway, its been a couple years comin since i first thought of this verse, but i’m so happy to finally get it more solid!!!!!! anyway, before i go on too long... here ya goooo~

yu yevon sacrificed his heart so he could utilize the power of darkness/heartless, he becomes a nobody and the heartless that forms when his heart is lost becomes sin

sin is a heartless (at first) formed from the darkness of yu yevon, and later on is actually the nobodies of strong-willed summoners u n u

yunalesca is a nobody, who kept her form. she calls to the darkness in the guardians hearts and calls it forward, and makes them lose themselves to the darkness so they become strong enough heartless that can defeat the old sin. this is triggered by the loss of the summoner they've protected, who sacrifices their heart and become nobodies, in order to control the heartless that their guardian has become. the shell of the summoner is actually what becomes the new sin that heartless yu yevon uses as armor, the heartless-guardian is only used to destroy the old sin and its kinda a self destruct thing that takes them out as well as the old sin. the summoner's nobody then gets I guess... in a way, possessed/controlled by yu yevon, who turns them into an armor for the next sin.

this whole sacrifice thing has been around as long as it has been in ffx, so 1000 years lmao Spira is steadily falling to darkness because each calm that ends with sin coming back, people start losing hope and the darkness grows in the people's hearts. so it gets worse and more and more heartless appear. when sin attacks, the hearts of the people turn into heartless/fiends :’( rip spirans

in this verse, tidus never meets yuna and so yuna's only guardians are lulu, kimahri, rikku (auron never comes back because hades has him in the underworld, wakka is on destiny islands with tidus). without tidus and auron, there's no one who knows what happens at the end of the pilgrimage. rikku is still trying to find a way to stop it, but it's not enough to make yuna change her mind. so it's an actual death march thats course can't be changed due to an outside factor changing things up (we can blame hades for keeping auron captive lmao).

when they meet yunalesca, she asks who will become yuna's final aeon. lulu volunteers but kimahri kinda just walks forward and toward lesca. rikku is still trying to get yuna to not do it ofc, and so she's trying to convince lu to not let yuna do it but lesca goes through with the process and explains to yuna what she has to do when they finally face sin (sacrifice urself, use ur new power to summon ur guardian, blah blah). due to the connection of kimahri's heart to yuna's, she's the only one who can call on his heartless for the battle. and when she realizes what happened to kimahri she wants to CRY SO BAD but she holds it together until they leave zanarkand, and there's rikku still saying not to do it because they'll lose yuna too but yuna... she just.... "we shouldn't allow kimahri's sacrifice to be for nothing..." even though GOD it hurts her but she is still so committed to her duty as a summoner and she still believes this is the only way bcus there was no one to make her doubt yevon for this verse (i love yuna, but she’s really naive when ffx starts out and yeah, while she learns a lot on the pilgrimage, she’s also subject to the brainwashing of yevon and with no one providing an outside perspective, i think it’s entirely viable for the cycle to have continued without the intervention of auron and tidus ANYWAY--)

the thing about this time in spira is that maleficient found her way here, hoping to find a princess of heart. so yuna's pilgrimage was actually EXTRA HARD/TEDIOUS I GUESS bcus there were more fiends/heartless because they were trying to destroy the world or whatever it was maleficent was trying to do. she finds yuna and gang, and proceeds to follow them because she can sense yuna's heart, which is really strong and full of light... (she's not like a princess of heart actually but she could probably become one of the new lights but that's besides the point LMAO)

soooo back to the pilgrimage, they're about to head on over to sin to start the final battle. around them Spira is just..... falling the hell apart LMAO and so this is what's been pushing Yuna to go through with the battle because she thinks it'll stop it, BUT....... maleficient shows up right at the final battle and she's all, "it's too late, child. your world has fallen to darkness. *insert evil smile here* there isn't anything you can do... unless..."

"please, I'll do anything to stop it!" ofc....... YUNA SHE IS STILL REALLY NAIVE it's really just the nature of the pilgrimage in this verse.... and well, naive yuna falls for maleficient's ploy (spira was like actively getting destroyed tho, so imagine the stress of the situation).

"anything? very well." EVIL SMILE STILL THERE, ALL MENACING AND SHIT, she waves her staff thing and at first it seems like something good is happening but lulu is the first to notice that it's going wrong but before she can say anything, she gets sucked into darkness and like piled on by some heartless. rikku acts quick and tries to protect yuna but maleficient puts her to sleep. she falls to the ground, and so yuna drops too to hold her and she looks at maleficient like "why are you doing this? please, I thought--"

"only children trust as easily as you have, my dear. unfortunate this pilgrimage of yours didn’t teach you better." and then she puts yuna to sleep too, then takes her and rikku through a corridor while Spira gets WRECKED

maleficent places the curse on yuna and rikku, and it makes them pixies, seriously weakening them and limiting their mobility. it also erases their memories, well more hides them, but yeah... they don't remember their old world and so! they wake up as pixies, confused but maleficent convinces them that they're on the same team. it's here that they meet paine and maleficent puts them together and makes them a team, hunting for treasure and information. the pixie form let's them sense treasure better, they can fly and teleport but it tires them out since they're so small lmao

maleficent doesn't break the spell, and they don't go back to her to ask to break it because she won't LMAO so they ask flora, fauna and merryweather and merlin helps too... it takes a while tho but eventually they return to their normal forms, but they can't break it completely so the ability to turn into a pixie stays! their memories don't come back all at once either, but in bits and pieces, and more so when there's a reminder or something that triggers a memory within them. for instance, if yuna finds herself in destiny islands, it'll probably trigger her into remembering besaid!

anyway that’s the gist of it and if you made it this far thank u i love u now let’s write something in this verse!!

#v: a sacrificed heart #kh3 spoilers #not really a spoiler but its a quick mention of something #idk if i'll ever formally write this... it's on the list but i'm a turtle so #but yeah basically yuna loses everyone (lulu and kimahri) and she also can't remember shit LMAO #it hurts don't it!!!!!!!

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Could we get some headcanons/more background on Abbey and Doyle’s kids? 🥺👉👈 I love the premise of this AU

YEEEEE (im just gonna ramble a bunch about the backstory i have so far but ill put it in bullets so its easier to follow lol i apologize for it being long as fuck-)

OKAY SO,,, first of all,,, doyle and abbey timeline,,,, [i am looking respectfully]

in this au, they get back together and have a sort of ‘lovers pretending to be enemies’ chaotic on again/off again hookup thing off to the side just between the two of them thru like Most of the final season, they try to keep it a secret (especially doyle who doubts the saturdays would be hAPPY if he was seeing her again) but in the end, saturdays ofc find out, probably are unsure about it at first, but she gains enough of their trust to be there for the big finale battle in the weird world mansion.

when shit goes down and argost becomes the vessel for the two opposing kurs (regular kur, and the anti kur from zak monday) and they like. explode his matter or w/e, i imagine instead of kur just completely disappearing, the ‘anti kur’ gets shot back to its universe, while original kur gets forced into a new vessel in this universe... the closest of which happens to be the unborn child abbeys unknowingly carrying. basically, what if the two kurs just LOOKED like they evaporated but actually did what happens when you try to like tape two same sides of a magnets together and they YEETED-

So thats how we have Parker, their firstborn daughter! and this... also implies ‘Parker Monday’ exists which. 8^) i havent thought about yet so forgive me on that but hoo,

they dont know parker is kur, they got no idea and rly just assume kur is gone for good. but after they find out abbeys pregnant (which is a huge emotional trip for both of them in its own right) they do eventually sort of agree they dont want their kid exposed to that whole world of mystery. like, ik its a vital thing to the whole family, and ik these two people were probably voted least likely to ‘settle down’ in high school, but i cant imagine they didnt escape the kur/zak situation without a LOT of trauma, so while the saturdays stay in the cryptozoology field, doyle and abbey slowly pull away from the mystery and mercenary stuff, and also instead of going for big dollar lifestyle settle with ‘independently wealthy’ parenting.

also, neither of them really . grasp the concept that theyve even started a family, and are ‘together’, and that this is REAL, until around when she gets pregnant with their second daughter, Kendall. and then theyre like. oh nooo wait are we actually like boyfriend and girlfriend EWW-

when kendall is born parker is 3, and the next like 10+ years are pretty smooth sailing. as far as what the kids know/see, they probably know the cryptids when theyre little but. (tw animal death sORRY TO BE DARK I JUST??????) idk,, how long komodo dragons live/how old komodo already is and i definitely dont know Anything about giant prehistoric birds and am not even sure if science knows that lifespan, so. im not sure how long they could really be in each others lives??? i almost imagine parker would have memories of them that she assumes she remembers wrong, like “oh yeah they used to have a lizard and a bird... my imaginative little kid brain thought they were a komodo dragon and a dinosaur”, and as for fisk im still working on it but i . actually kind of imagine he might have a much longer lifespan (since lemurians are like ancient or w/e? and also if hes by dna like a gorilla cat or w/e gorillas at least live long af) and also feel like once he got older and settled down a bit he might live somewhere in the woods, maybe even his old tree? and the saturdays see him ALL the time obviously, but hey zaks gotta go to college eventually, a gorilla cats gotta eat bugs in forest, we all have to grow up and leave the nest sometime,

so idk the last time parker has actually seen fisk and she might assume he was an imaginary friend or smth but, 1. if i do write a fic they absolutely have to meet again, 2. overall the vibe is they know the saturdays are cryptozoologists, like, the same way josh gates does destination truth, seeking answers and studying, they dont really. know that theyre REAL. to them its like, a hypothetical science. (this is also part of why they dont realize parker is kur, she isnt around cryptids and therefore whenever her powers would actually show up they wouldnt be recognized) anyways parker isnt embarrassed or put off by it but just thinks its a little wacky, meanwhile kendall is obsessed with the world of mystery/paranormal/cryptic lol

speaking of the girls personalities;;;

parker is like. not really normie/preppy, even if she seems it at first glance, shes nice and has a good head on her shoulders but also is a teenage girl (inherently unhinged) and shes THEIR teenage girl (+5 feral) so despite her success and charm shes also very witty/crass when she wants to be, and deep down shes closer to the kind of person that would on pure inexplicable instinct put something random in your mouth when you’re yawning so you bite down on it afterwards. or like. that video of the girl singing in the bathroom while her friends curl their hair and she grabs the curler to use as a microphone before realizing its burning hot??? shes. the voice of reason, but the voice is usually shrieking in fear, making a cursed joke, or half the time whatever shes saying is actually smart. she kinda wants to go to college and travel, but struggles with indecisiveness and anxiety, so she has no idea where to go, what to major in, etc. and is again kinda just livin thru the typical teen life in that regard

kendall on the other hand is like. weird kid culture, the kind of kid that believes they are secretly a new supernatural creature each year (mermaid phase, werewolf phase, alien phase, etc), probably completely accidentally starts cults or witch covens at school (didnt realize teaching peers how to become ‘blood brothers’ and ‘make potions’ from puddles and stolen school supplies would be taken so seriously by parents) , very into emo/scene/punk/alt culture but not rly in an overtly dark/edgy way, more of a having fun and expressing self way. she wants answers for everything, really loves mysteries and being open minded, and definitely a rebel/adventurer at heart, even if she gets naive or in over her head sometimes.

the girls get along well! parker is not dismissive of kendall she just. isnt really into the same stuff/is more freaked out by it most of the time, but she would tag along on certain adventures, especially if it was to keep her safe. and kendall definitely directs gentle mockery towards parker a lot but does see her as a good role model and guiding figure, their bond is really strong!

other details !

doyle and abbey prob decide to say fuck it and get married after kendall is born, they probably have a few rough patches but nothing is more important to them than the kids now and in the end they understand each other better than anyone else so . canon tension idk her! family ftw! power couple! they intimidate the teacher during parent teacher conferences together hand in shady little hand !

their parenting style is exactly what one would imagine, 70% fun and sass and controlled chaos where theyre the bigger children than their children, 15% ‘this is how you hack the government and dual wield swords-- i was not supposed to teach you that im sorry’, and 15% actual guidance / emotional depth / etc. flaws might be overcoming their own immaturity for the first few years, and then being lowkey overly protective (while claiming they arent, but just bc you semi jokingly tell parker she should join the football team doesnt mean you dont actually hide 60% of ur life from her and check that her bedroom windows are locked every night and have 24 people listed in her school emergency contacts and used to cut up her food till she was 7 and-)

so abouT THE BABY BOY (Phoenix), 1. his middle name is leonidas bc im gay and i love emotional turmoil babes , 2. fully unironically the idea behind such a late pregnancy is abbey would be mid fourties when hes born right. so like. [has two kids] ‘ok birth control time’ [when theyre teens many years later] ‘ok im old enough to stop taking this’ [the hyperfertility curse that plagues many women rears its ugly head with one last hoo-rah]

and finALLY a very quick elevator pitch of what id write an actual fic to focus on;;; kendall sneaks into the attic to look for old shit bc they BOTH know their parents have been hiding stuff over the years, she finds things like a cryptopedia (now offline), the claw, maybe even a piece of the kur stone, and ropes parker into the long haul of figuring out what all this stuff is. and ofc the second they ever find the naga relic and parker comes face to face with it, [rest in rip] time for mom and dad to find out and all this kur shit to start ALL over again-

#long post/ //#tw animal death ment//#GOD THIS IS SO LONG IM SRY--#idk what to call thsi au forreal yet so ill just tag it as #dabbey baby au #TY FOR ASKING THO HEART HANDS

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