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Okay this is my first time doing one of these but could you do like how the enhypen members would react to seeing you practice their part in the choreography of one of their songs
「 ✦ enha reaction’s WHEN YOU LEARN THEIR PART IN A DANCE CHOREOGRAPHY ✦ 」
𓂃 𓈒 or when they see you dance for the first time
idol bf ! 엔하이픈 x non idol ! f. reader ⃘ 🎧
contains ∿ 🧋 pet names, kisses & teasing genre fluff, crack, est. dating 1192 words
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ✴︎
He would be quite impressed honestly, taking pride in his sweet girlfriend wanting to mirror his talent in some way.
“You gotta get the head isolation down at this part, though,” he critiqued, putting a finger to his lips while dancing Sweet Venom.
“Well, if it looks wrong, blame yourself, because that’s who I’ve been copying this whole time,” you teased, poking him in the side of his waist and making him chuckle.
“Hmm… maybe your performance just needs a little bedazzling... Be right back!”
Your boyfriend ran out of the dancing studio, telling you to close your eyes once he came back before nestling a cowgirl hat atop your head like an angel on a Christmas tree.
You reacted immediately upon seeing your reflection in the mirror, a now smiley Heeseung standing behind your frame, “What?! Wait- When did you get this?”
Literally your face right now: 😭
“People don’t call me an ace for nothing, babe. Now c’monnn, let’s dance together this time…,” he urged in a sing-songy voice, playfully tugging at your hands while spinning you around, “I wanna see my pretty cowgirl dance for me some more...”
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ✴︎
“Yeah, I literally have the world’s coolest girlfriend now…,” Jay huffed proudly, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head after catching you dance in the living room.
“Now? What do you mean now?!?!,” you asked offendedly, pouting at him slightly.
“This wasn’t exactly how I planned to bring this up, but are you ready to become my Mrs. Park?”
“I've been ready since the day we met, Jay,” you smiled, burying your face in his chest while hugging him, “But I would've danced your part in a song a lot sooner if I knew it'd get me a ring...”
“Oh? So a diamond is all you want me for now? Wowwww, babe-”
You gave him a look that automatically let him know you weren't too fond of the comment he just made, “Kidding” he said, ruffling your hair playfully, “I know you love me... enough to copy me, apparently.”
“Should we break out in synchronized dancing now?” You offered, playing Sacrifice Eat Me Up from the beginning on your phone.
“Yes… but only if you can keep up with me, of course.”
*Insert Jay's infamous Roblox smirk*
𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ✴︎
The definition of 🧍♂️when you pulled him aside to show off the new choreography you'd been working on for the past hour.
Goofy laugher pt. 1
“Is this actually happening right now?,” he asked while laughing shyly, just after you finished ✨performing✨ for him…
“What do you mean? D-did it look bad?,” you asked worriedly, part of your heart still feeling warm though from hearing his shy giggle earlier.
“No, no, you did great, it’s just… why my part?” He continued, hoping to draw the conversation in a different direction, given how flustered he truly felt.
“Because you look hot while doing it... I felt inspired,” you said cheekily, walking up to Jake and placing your hands on his chest, Jake’s hands wrapping around your waist as he looked back down at you.
“Babe, you can’t say stuff like that then act all playful without expecting my brain to short-circuit,” he sighed, face heating up as he looked back down at your giggling frame within the hug.
“Well, did I at least do your part in the dance any justice or did that make your brain-malfunctioning even worse?,” you pouted with puppy-dog eyes as if to persuade his anger, even though you already could tell he liked it.
“No, love… I'm just in shock, honestly... you did criminally well.”
*Insert second-hand embarrassment from Jake's corny ahh pun*
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ✴︎
Sunghoon was initially kinda salty about you having locked yourself up in the garage all morning on his day off, but all those feelings went away once he caught on to what you were up to.
“Hey, I didn’t say you could come in here,” you yelped, just as your boyfriend barged in the garage, catching you mid dance move.
You had been practicing Chaconne because you knew it was one of his favorite songs and you figured it'd cheer him to see you supporting his interests.
“Don’t mind me,” he started, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, “I’m just observing... please, continue.”
“God, Hoon, you’re embarrassing me,” you whined, covering your face from the way he was staring you up and down in this moment.
“It’s cute, though… watching you stress yourself out trying to dance like me when the pro's been one call away this whole time.”
The pro?, you thought to yourself, the self-proclaimed title being enough to snap you out of your bashfulness.
“I might’ve been practicing for a while, but I’m already doing some parts better than you,” you scoffed competitively, making him laugh at your words to the point where his dimples started showing.
“Cocky and shy? What an interesting combination… did you get that from me, too?”
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ✴︎
Sunoo smiled knowingly as he walked into the dance studio, grabbing a nearby rag to pat-dry the sweat on your face, “you’ve been avoiding me all day and working out like crazy, so what’s going on?”
“I’ve been working on this tough choreography, actually … but since you’re here, maybe you can help?”
“Oh, okay,” he chirped, watching as you started to dance out the steps to Fever, stopping when you got to the part you’d been struggling with.
“How do you do this part? It just looks so much better when you do it…,” your voice stalled as you saw his cheeks expand with a smile on the mirror, “SUNOO!?”
Goofy laugher pt. 2–
The guy was quite literally laughing his ass off at you right now, feeling both a mix of embarrassment and flattery at your actions.
He noticed you pouting, covering his mouth to stall his giggles before speaking, “I’m sorry babe, you just looked so cute while dancing, I couldn’t hold back!”
“It’s supposed to look sexy though,” you whined, knowing that it’d get him to hug you in response.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ✴︎
“So is this your new idea of teasing me?,” Jungwon asked upon getting back home from work, the first thing in sight being you in front of the TV, quite literally passing the mic to one of his fancams.
You audibly scoffed at his words, pausing the video and giving him a look, “This is hardly teasing, Wonie… just ‘cause I’m your girlfriend, it doesn’t mean I can’t fangirl over you from time to time…”
He sat his duffel bag on the ground, walking up to give you his usual ‘I’m home’ kiss and hug before responding, “Fine then… but you definitely need to keep practicing that footwork if you want me to take you seriously.”
“Heyyy,” you whined, playfully smacking his shoulder which only made him laugh at how adorable you look, “now who’s teasing?”
𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ✴︎
“Okay, I do not stick my butt out like that when I do it. Watch,” Niki corrected, initially having cringed upon catching you dance Bite Me, but had now turned your little activity into a whole ass dance-off.
“Yes, you 110% do... you always have to babygirl-ify the dance moves,” you replied matter-of-factly, starting from the pre-chorus and flipping your hair more than necessary just like him.
“I know you’re about to start spewing trash whenever you use made up words,” he scoffed with fake annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips after seeing you dance so passionately.
“Stop, I can tell you’re smiling! Just admit that you’re impressed by me, Riki, and take the L… or W since you have a talented girlfriend…”
“Fine… you’re right… I am highly impressed… both by your dancing skills and choice of vocabulary,” he confessed playfully, giving you a side hug and kissing the top on your head.
“Maybe we should work towards debuting as a couple duo now... I just know that everyone would bias us…,” he thought out loud, making you giggle at his words.
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Mihawk x FemReader + OOC Alucare
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It had been far too long out at sea, especially with the growing irritation of Mihawk and Alucare- Maybe It was their personalities being too similar or the fact they were training daily but had to be careful. However it looked like two monsters about to Duke it out any day- You sitting there trying to keep the peace.
But finally the 3 {almost 4} Of you made it to the Grand Line and Kuraigana Island- You didn't know what to expect... but it sure wasn't nightmarish hellscape with a dark castle!?
Alucare and You standing there on the docked ship staring up at the Gloomy place- Your son slowly turning to look at his father.
"Are you some vampire we don't know about?-"
Mihawk sighed at this and gave a half glare to Alucare.
"No... it is ruins of the Muggy Kingdom that I have converted into my home" The two Dracule men glared at each other and you knew then.. this wasn't going to be as positive as you hoped.
It had been some weeks since arriving at Mihawks home and you had hoped the tension would disperse between Mihawk and Alucare.. but it honestly just got worse somehow? Maybe it was a father son thing but it seemed now both were fighting over everything- Food, Books, and even for your attention.
"I am warning you now Alucare- If you continue your attitude I will take something of value to you" Mihawk said with a narrowed gaze- The teenager cocking his head to the side in almost amusement.
However most recent was Perona, The young women taking a liking to Alucare who was the younger version of Mihawk in her eyes- While she was still too old for him, That didn't keep Alucare from flirting and trying. Much to Mihawks ire...
The older male taking Alucare out to training one day- Glaring at his spawn.
"Alucare- I do not appreciate you trying to flirt with my pupil... Not only is she too old for you, I know you're doing this to irritate me" Mihawk spoke calmly, Alucare giving a emotionless stare.
"Whatever do you mean?" He said calmly, Mihawk taking a breath.
"Oh? What like taking me away from the place I was raised? my mother? Throwing me across an island?" Alucare said with some venom in his tone. Mihawk taking a breath through his nose to calm himself.
"You son of a bitch!!!" You heard Alucare shout from his room, Mihawk smirking slightly as he sipped his coffee. You heard Alucare rapid footsteps march right to the kitchen area and you gasped at the sight- Alucare long hair had been cut- While before his hair was down to his waist it was just past his shoulders and fairly evenly cut, The shortness making the thick hair spike more and it reminding you of Mihawks more natural hair.
"Alucare- I am being serious. Stop it with Perona and stop testing me.." He demanded, Alucare giving a smirk at the man.
"Or what?" He said calmly, Mihawk feeling something snap inside of him.
"..." The older man just nodded and ended the training then and there- The rest of the night being oddly quiet between the two..
By Mornibg you had started breakfast and was talking to Mihawk when you heard it-
"Mihawk you didnt-?!" You start, Glaring at the male who continued to sip his coffee.
"Hm?- I warned him... if he kept up the disrespect I'd take something precious of his as punishment-"
"SO YOU CHOSE MY HAIR!? YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER!" Alucare yelled in pure rage, Mihawk smiled at his choice of wording and winked.
"Yes that is a fair insult- I am a Mother Fucker" He said calmly setting down his teacup and picking up his newspaper to read. You groaning in your hands in both embrassment and irritation at your partner. Alucare was red in the face from anger and marched outside angrily and slamming the doors behind him- He was most likely going to train somewhere far away from the island.
"Must you antagize him Hawks?.. that was way to famn far and you know it-" You start now mad and standing up from the dinning room table.
"No- I'm giving him something he needs and something I didn't have-" Mihawk said calmly, this making you huff in frustration.
"Oh and what is that?!" You place your hands on your hips, feeling that the hormones were working you up and ready to bite Mihawks head off.
"The opportunity to be a teenager-" And just like that he took the wind from your sails... confusion being written on your face at his words.
"You said it yourself.. Alucare acts just like me- From the stoic attitude to hiding one's emotions... He has matured far too early for his age to protect you- But taking away his need to be strong for you, it's allowing him to express bottled up emotions and act as he should for a 16 year old.. Is he angry? Yes. Is he being dramatic? Absolutely. However it's better for him to express these in a environment that can handle it and then be taught how to work through them.... then to never feel them at all again-" Mihawk said truthfully and with a twinge of regret in his voice. Your heart Sinking as the realization of this all hit you...
Mihawk was wanting to let Alucare experience teenage emotions since he was never able to and help him grow as a person.. Mihawk didn't want his son to be like him- But better then him..
Sitting down you felt your eyes water.
You didn't see Alucare that night- or the next night. While you were shaken with worry Mihawk had insisted that Alucare was fine and he had checked in him from time to time- simply camping out on the north side of the island.
By the second night you went to the study and saw Mibawk drinking his normal wine, Seeing what looked to be a cheese and fruit board prepared as well.
"Ah (Y/N) thank you for the wine and snacks" Mihawk said calmly, finishing off the last cracker and cheese. You didn't remeber setting them out yet- But you usually did so it wasn't a huge surprise especially if you forgot.
"Hm I guess I forgot I did that- But no problem honey" You kiss his cheek and he smiled up at you touching your rounded stomach.
"It's normal- What did you call it? 'Pregnancy Brain?'" You nodded and smiled quite pleased he'd remembered. After some brief conversation Mihawk yawned and tried to shake the sleep away- He looked more tired then usual, Rubbing his eyes as he finishes his final glass of wine.
"Hm.. I'm exhausted" He mumbled, you watching as he seemed a bit uneasy on his feet when standing. You assumed he had drunk too much so it wasn't surprising, so the two of you walked back to the bedroom and he fell asleep quickly and soundly that night, you following suit soon after.
Unknown to both of you a pair of yellow eyes was watching the whole time-
The next morning you were the first one up, deciding Mihawk could sleep in and headed downstairs. Much to your surprise to see Alucare- bathed and dressed with his hair in a short low ponytail. Cooking a nice and large breakfast.
"Sweetie you're back!" You said cheerfully and kissed your sons cheeks. He smiled softly, finishing cooking.
"Couldn't miss the show" He said almost cheerfully, you raising a questioning eyebrow at this as you made a plate for yourself.
Perona was the next down, Chatting mindlessly with Alucare and even saying his hair didn't look bad either. Which he clearly appreciated but you could tell his mind was elsewhere- Soon the heavy footsteps of Mihawk approaching alerted all of you.
"Morning-" You heard Mihawk start as he stepped in the kitchen and it was like someone threw bricks at you all..
Perona choked on her eggs suddently and started to cough hard as she turned away. Your jaw dropped as a surprised shriekd left you- damn near dropped your plate as well, Alucare sitting there with a smirk on his face as he ate another bite of his breakfast calmly.
"M-Mihawk.. Honey" You start, The tired man looking at you confused at your reactions.
"Are you okay? Is something wrong?... I do apologize you had to make breakfast- I feel drowsy for some reason.." Mihawk admitted as he rubbed his temple to try and ease the drowsiness away.
"I'll be out training..." Alucare said calmly as he stood up and left the kitchen quickly. Perona now starting to laugh which confused Mihawk more-
"Your face... oh my God your face" You manage out and cover your mouth- Unsure if you should laugh or cry first.
"My what?-" Mihawk said quickly and went to the closest mirror which was in the hallway and stared at himself. There he saw it- half his facial hair had been shaved off paired with an eyebrow and some very nice pen work which had 'Dickhead' on his forehead with a detailed cock on his cheek.
It then clicked- The wine and snacks... The little fucker must have drugged him and did this to him while he slept-
"..."
You closed your eyes and sighed, practically feeling Mihawks anger from the hallway and you prayed your son would survive whatever was about to happen- Especially when Mihawks voice boomed across the castle and island.
"ALUCARE!!"
#x reader#one peice x reader#one piece#one peice live action#hawkeye mihawk#mihawk x reader#one piece mihawk#dracule alucare#dad!mihawk#dracule mihawk#mihawk#op mihawk
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ii. Caught in a Web
Previous Chapter here
Warnings: angst, reader isn't a good person, gender neutral, alluding to reader being morally grey, potential love triangle
A/n: 42 Miles is in bold.
"I just need to get home-"
You rolled your eyes.
"My dad is going to die!"
"And?" Your voice was filled with venom. Miles was so desperate. You were beginning to enjoy the pleading, panicked look in his eyes when he finally realised that you could care less in the moment. You offered a small smile, yet it wasn't comforting. "It's not my problem if your fucking dad dies." Your words came out harsh. The mention of Miles' dad had you glancing towards the other Miles, your Miles. He was hard to read, but with his brows furrowed and lips turned down, head tilted up, you knew your comment affected him in one way or another. You attempted to change the subject away from his dad. "You still haven't told us why you're here, Miles."
There was another flash of panic. What would happen if he mentioned the multiverse? The fact that there were people after him, lots of people whom would probably mistake the other Miles for himself. "I already told you! Please, I'm just trying to get home!" He groaned out, growing frustrated and annoyed, "I was trying to get home, and I ended up in the wrong universe." He finally admitted.
You weren't surprised. You figured that much out already. From the moment you saw him, to the moment you punched him in the face. Why else would Miles have a doppleganger? You seemed to be lost in your thoughts for a moment when your Miles spoke up.
"You work for someone?" He rose a brow, glancing towards the spandex suit his carbon copy was wearing before looking back into his eyes.
"No- no. Yes? No. Maybe." He stumbled over his words. "Listen, a bunch of other people like me are going to come find me. So, if you don't let me go you both are going to get in the middle of it." He tried to reason.
It looked as if you weren't listening, a cloudy look in your eyes. You were studying Miles so intensely. It felt like you had known him your whole life, and while you had known him in his universe, you didn't here. The feeling was uncomfortable and unexpected, something that left you with a subtle sense of curiousity to learn more about this undiscovered version of your best friend.
"Is our- sorry, your dad.. y'know?"
You quickly looked up to Miles, seeing the hesitant look in his eyes before he nodded. "Yeah. Place has gone to shit ever since." Miles frowned. "Mamá has been picking up more shifts at the hospital too." He figured as much. Maybe Miles wasn't as bad as he originally thought?
All while chatting up a storm with the alternate version of himself and you, he was working on the ties that held him to the punching back. He had gotten them loose enough to tug now. All Miles wanted was to get out of the restricting ropes that were now burning his wrists.
Your eyes ran from his face down to his arms. You then turned to your friend. "We could untie him.." you whispered, "What's he going to do anyway? He doesn't have a phone or a watch.. he can't contact anyone. Maybe he can help?"
You watched as his eyes widened. You were right. He couldn't contact anyone, and even if he wanted to fight his right shoulder was pretty banged up from his chase with Miguel. He heard the sigh that slipped past his doppelgangers frown and the quiet curse that followed.
They're going to let me go! The thought left as quickly as it came.
"Fuck. Okay."
You smiled.
"We're not letting you go. You're going to help us first, then we'll talk about freedom."
You knew he would agree with you, one way or another at the least. You moved around to where Miles was bound to the ever swaying punching bag. "You try anything and I'll hunt you down for sport, yeah?" Your words sounded so sincere, so Miles just agreed. He didn't want that to happen. Your hands brushed against his, inspecting the rope burn before you began to tug the loosened chords free.
Miles hissed as he fell to the floor, body glitching in a horrid fashion. Flashes of green, blue and red protruded from his body as he clutched his stomach. His mind flashed back to the moment of his first mission in Alchemex with Peter.
'Your cells are deteriorating as we speak. That must be so painful.'
Your brows raised and you almost felt pitiful. "You really aren't from here are you?" It was rhetorical. Your arm looped under his. You were quite strong, stronger than he expected as you helped pull himself up from the floor. There was a sudden urge to help him but you weren't entirely sure why. You chalked it up to the fact that he looked like your friend.
"What was that?" Miles spoke up. He looked at you and you almost went to open your mouth and answer until Miles beat you to it. "My atoms are deteriorating.." He sounded out of breath. Out of instincts you brought him over to the couch, helping him sit. For someone who had threatened to kill him just minutes earlier, you were being quite caring now.
Now being on the couch, Miles was able to finally take in his surroundings. Those speakers.. the purple couch, the red punching bag. This was his tio's place. "He's alive.." he muttered under his breath, eyes shutting for a moment to hold back any unshed tears that threatened to spill.
You and Miles squinted at him. Miles went to speak before there was a sudden knock at the door.
"I got it." You spoke quietly, nodding towards Miles who gave a small nod back. You walks towards the door as quietly as possible. You looked through the peep hole and your eyes widened. You turned back to Miles, shaking your head quickly.
"I know someone's in there!" The voice bellowed. That wasn't uncle Aaron's voice, Miles wasn't sure what to think anymore.
You moved back to Miles, watching as the other Miles stood up. You pulled your mask back over your face, watching as the two boys followed in suit.
"You take Miles. I'll take care of this." The prowler spoke, voice changed slightly deeper now that the mask was on.
"No- no. I'm not leaving you here. Something could happen-" Your sadistic tone from before turned into one of concern. So you really did care for him.. Miles smiled slightly, lost in his own thoughts until a bang came from the door. He jumped slightly. Why were his spider senses not helping?
"I'm not taking no for an answer. You need to watch Miles, make sure he doesn't try leaving just yet." He huffed out.
You went to object again, only to stop yourself halfway. You nodded. "Okay.. Be safe. Meet at the spot when you're done." You hummed.
You then turned towards Miles, your look sour again. You had practically began to drag him to the window. Shoving him onto the fire escape. He was shocked by your strength once again, however wasn't surprised at how pushy you were.
"You ready to fly?"
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Character Study: Honey
Tis what it says on the tin. If you read my WIP Wednesday snippet then this is basically all the same other than adding the last scene. Assuming I get far enough, this will eventually be worked into the overarching fic. For now, it’s a character study to get a handle on Honey and her disposition, even if it’s from Price’s POV
Pairing| Soap x F!Reader Rating| T Word Count| 1.1k Content/Warnings| Nothing 18+ in the fic. Language usage, mentions of Soap getting his shit rocked, medical negligence, author probably wrote down medical inaccuracies, Honey is willing to throw down with anyone at any time, anywhere for any reason u.u
John has questions, wants to know what the hell went so wrong so quickly with Soap’s recovery. The surgeon who performed the operation has an answer for every inquiry but John’s medical knowledge is limited beyond the scope of emergency care to ensure the soldiers under his charge live long enough to make it to the table if needed.
He can’t help but feel he’s being soothed and placated with bullshit, but doesn’t know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon the way he feels he should be. John’s more than willing to advocate for his subordinates and the whole situation has left a foul taste in his mouth but not in a way he can readily articulate and argue over.
The sight of you storming up to the surgeon is an unexpected boone. You’re so locked in on the doctor it’s clear you haven’t noticed John until you’re damn near on top of the pair of men. There’s a file in your hand- though it’s poised like you’re ready to launch it-, and he can see Sgt. John “Soap” Mactavish scrawled across the front of it.
Price has, the more he’s gotten to know you, realized just how horrid your temper can be when provoked and given the fact he’s got the sneaking suspicion that Soap coding is what light this particular fire-
Well, he’s got no interest in cooling you off.
The surgeon realizes that you’re heading straight for his throat, sending John a reproachful look Here she goes.
You only stop when you see Price, the haze of red clearing enough to recognize a potential witness- even though John has absolutely zero intention of stopping you.
“Captain Price.” It’s odd, he thinks- hearing his name laced with such venom when absolutely none of it is pointed in his direction.
You seem to gather yourself- a deep inhale, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.
John’s opening his mouth to greet you when the surgeon opens his.
“I’m not in the mood today, Honey-”
-And just like that any attempt at self soothing has gone clear out the window.
“I ain’t your goddamn wife so why the fuck would I care what kinda mood you’re in?”
Oh. And this is why he hears the comments about the preceptor who breathes fire.
John can’t help but feel that fire is going in a direction that he wants it to go, so he sits back and observes.
Your attention turns to John, expression softening for the slightest nanosecond from near-blind rage to “I am pissed beyond all belief but not at you” “Captain- can you give us a second?”
It’s a wonder the way hospital hierarchy works. The surgeon is a newer resident but should be well enough trained- and yet here you are, a well seasoned nurse armed with a paper copy of a patient file which means you had to have gone out of your way to get a hold of it.
John wants to watch what happens next. He’s got a feeling that he’s going to hear plenty shortly.
“Yes ma’am,” he steps past you, finally feeling somewhat satisfied with the way the conversation with the resident is going.
No sooner than his hand touches the door to shut it are you flinging the paper copy of Soap’s file down on the doctor’s desk with a whooshing thud. The door has not yet closed and John hears you clear as day seething “Where in the sam hill did you get your medical degree- fucking Craigslist?!“
John may not know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon but you sure as hell did. Clearly you barely have the presence of mind to avoid a public dressing down, but have full intentions of reading the resident the riot act in private.
It wasn’t much of a shouting match, and John can’t help but feel suspiciously vindicated at the way the resident isn’t shutting you down.
And sure, part of it may be that the young surgeon has realized it’s easier to let you do as you please- but John’s got the suspicion that he knows you’re right.
Harsh? Yes. Aggressive? Yes. Insubordinate? Absolutely.
But you’re not wrong. The surgeon is young and full of himself and cocky and there’s no way he’s taking your lashings sitting down because he feels like amusing you.
It goes on for 20 minutes. John checked his watch about the time you’d seemed to hit your stride. It’s less of a conversation- the young surgeon occasionally piping up only to be immediately shut back down- and more you ripping him a new one.
Once you’d finished giving the doctor a verbal lashing you slip out the door as quickly as you’d stormed in. “And don’t think Waller won’t be hearing about this!” You state as a parting gesture, turning around only to come face to face with Price’s chest. A look of surprise flashes across your face like you didn’t expect Price to still be outside the door.
“Captain,” you blink up at him, paper chart once more in hand, like you didn’t just rip into someone who is supposed to be your superior.
“Is Soap going to be alright?” At the end of the day that’s all he wants to ascertain; what happened and if the sergeant will recover.
Your eyebrows knit together. “I can’t discuss private medical information with anyone he hasn’t signed the release for.” Your shoulders are back, clearly prepared to hold your position against the captain.
Were you always this ready for a fight?
Soap had his work cut out for him having his sights set on a woman like you. And really, John knows you would have to develop a spine of steel working in a place like this. A civilian going toe to toe with soldiers all day every day- well, John can’t say he’s too terribly surprised.
“I believe if you check his GDPR release, you’ll find my name on there, love. Assuming that’s his actual file in your hand and not some prop you made for dressing down that resident.”
You give a half scowl half smirk, bemusement and skepticism in equal parts as you flip the file open to the relevant release.
“Well I’ll be damned, there it is,” no doubt in response to seeing Captain John Price written as neatly as you’d please on there.
The file is whipped shut, the tension in your shoulders draining.
“Now that he’s under the care of a competent doctor, we expect he’ll make a full recovery. The second surgery repaired the damage missed during the first, and subsequent damage that resulted from it.”
That honey sweet tone changes again as you level a look at the captain.
“I expect the doctor’s recovery orders to be followed to the letter, Captain. I know how field operatives can get and I don’t want to hear a whisper of him pushing himself too fast too soon. Otherwise I’ll be darkening your doorstep next.”
John nods, knowing full well what you mean by that and wanting absolutely no part of it.
“Yes ma’am.”
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I was on the brink of having a breakdown and needed to redirect my energy to something else so I went to my notes app and uh… yeah. A shitty little drabble. Enjoy ☺️ (May be cross-posted to Ao3!) ((also the format looks funky because I wrote this in my notes app and copy/pasted it onto here via phone))
Pairing: Daryl Dixon/Reader
Relationships: Rick Grimes/Reader (Adoptive Daughter), Negan Smith/Reader (Biological Daughter)
Warnings: The Walking Dead typical violence, thoughts of death/suicide, self-deprecation, Canon Divergence, Death/Murder
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A Warning
I can't hold on anymore.
It feels like the pit in my chest is getting deeper. The lump in my throat getting bigger, harder to swallow down and ignore.
My eyes burn with unshed tears and my clenched teeth hurt my jaw.
The palm of my hand is being indented with the ragged nails I had chewed and bitten off overtime with my anxiety taking over me.
Never did this thought of death feel so appealing until now. Not until we got to Alexandria and it all went to shit. I knew it was all too good to be true.
My knees are aching on this forest floor.
Negan starts his little song, his voice vibrating up my spine. Giving me goosebumps. Forcing bile into my mouth as his bat points directly at my head.
I follow the bat up to his eyes.
“Well darlin’! I didn’t expect to see you here.”
He kneels down and gently grabs my chin, forcing me to keep eye contact.
“I’m almost tempted to skip you darlin’. You can come home. Mm? Wanna come back home to Daddy?”
The venom on my tongue is searing, “Fuck you Negan.”
“That’s no way to talk to your father, kid.” His face steels has he stands up.
I smirk up to him, “Go on Daddy. Do it. Like you do to every one else. Swing.”
“Do NOT fucking do this. Do you really think I want to bash in my own kids head? Huh?” His eyes look wild, as though his psyche is breaking slightly. Only slightly.
“How about, we try this again, hmm gang?! Let’s try this again and if it lands on this lovely lady then so fucken be it!” He yells out to his loyal subjects who break out into cheering.
“Eeny… Meeny… Miny… Mo. Catch… a Tiger… By… His Toe. If… He Hollers… Let Him Go. My Mother… Told Me… To Pick… The Very… Best… One. And you… Are… It.” He drawls out once more but this time, this time it was with purpose. The bat swings by me and points to Abraham. No.
“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father. And then we’ll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell… You’re all gonna be doing that.”
CRACK!
The bat brutally hits into Abraham’s skull.
But he sits back up, his face mangled.
“Would you look at that! Takin’ it like a champ!”
WHACK!
Oh God.
Abraham’s blood is splattered on my face. I still. My body shaking and I lose focus on where I am and what’s happening.
Before I can clock it, I’m standing, barreling into Negan while Abraham’s dead body lays beside where I was. His head melding into the ground below.
I wail all of my force into punching my fathers face. He quickly overpowers me and throws me off. He stands up, grabbing Lucille from the ground and in pure rage he slams the bat into my abdominal area.
My scream echos into the surrounds and I feel my body and clothes tearing as the barbs pull back up on the bat.
My hands shake as I hold onto my stomach, looking up in pure fear at Negan. And he stares back, the same look of fear on his face.
“Baby, baby no. No no no. Fuck. FUCK.” He kneels down and pulls up my shirt despite my denial, and assess the wounds.
I look over to Daryl. His face is ghost white. “Daryl… Honey I love you.”
“Consider this a warning.” Negan announces, standing up.
“A big fucken warning. I’ll be around in 2 days to settle an arrangement. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Negan. Perfectly clear.” Rick strains out.
Negan gives me one last look before calling his men away to go back to The Sanctuary.
Rick and Daryl rush over to my side. Daryl brushing my hair from my face and giving me a solid kiss on my lips.
I look to Rick. “Will I be okay?” He nods. But I don’t know if I believe him. Not yet.
Rick, Carl and some others return to Alexandria to plan what’s happening with Negan while Daryl, Glenn, myself and Maggie head to Hilltop to use their medical services.
Daryl clutches onto me, hoping I make it through the next few days.
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coaxed you into paradise
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Man
Description: Saera Targaryen was her father's forgotten daughter. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her sister and seeks solace in the arms of her uncle. Not realizing that the consequence of their affair is just as dire as her sister's. masterlist
A MAN LIVES TWO LIVES: one fighting war, and the other avoiding it. Daemon Targaryen was living the latter. He did not want to fight a war. He wanted to lay in his castle with ale and Saera. He did not want to fight in the name of his spiteful niece, Rhaenyra took everything from his children. She took Driftmark from Baela.
He held no fond memories over his eldest niece. Even as a child, she'd been a spiteful little thing. 'Vain Princess' is what he used to call her. She's grown out of her vanity, but the sins of her past still remained. He adjusted his cloak, ensuring that his face would be hidden. His heart beat furiously, sweat tricking down his forehead — he couldn't understand his nervousness.
"Prince Daemon," the loud voice of Garmund Hightower broke him from his trance. It was scheming and vile to do what he was doing. But it would keep his family safe. "Lord Hightower," he replied in a civil-tone, although venom was concealed in his words. "Oldtown is grateful of your presence." the man gave a vile smile, his teeth were all yellow and a foul smell radiated from his mouth.
"I've come to discuss a marriage pact." he took a step forward, and Caraxes let out a loud roar. If his wife found out about this, she would kill him. "Ahh — the one we've spoken about with the ravens?" Garmund smiled peculiarly, placing a hand on his heir: Tygos who was standing beside him — looking fearfully at the big dragon. "Yes." he replied cautiously, playing with the silver dagger on his pocket.
He was sure that Rhaenyra deserved the betrayal.
"I assure you, my prince. This will not reach my brother." Garmund comforted, but he doesn't trust the man. "Lady Rhaena and Lord Tygos will be wedded then?" Garmund inquired, already tasting the golds of Driftmark on his tongue. He was smarter than most — he knew that Queen Rhaenyra had more dragons in her vassal, than his nephew. "Bring me the boy, I'll take him as my ward." Daemon fiddled with the dagger, and Garmund nodded.
Daemon would never hurt his son. Tygos was the child of Leila Lannister — Saera's only friend. Tygos takes a lazy step towards the Prince, his eyes looking cautiously behind him. "When will the wedding be held, my prince?" Garmund inquired nervously, thinking that he'd be double-crossed. "Soon," Daemon replied vaguely, turning his back slowly and adjusting the straps on his dragon's back. Garmund was too weak to attack him, even if he tried — Caraxes would roast him like chicken.
"Fear not father — I'll be safe." Tygos' voice mellowed lightly, his posture was akin to that of a little kid. His father rolled his eyes. He didn't care about his son. "I promise you, Lord Hightower — no harm will befall your heir, as long as you follow our agreement." Daemon announced in a cold tone. He pats Tygos' back, motioning for the boy to ride on top of Caraxes.
Daemon Targaryen was a player too.
SAERA'S EYES WIDENED, staring stoically at the boy in front of her. Tygos Hightower had sea-green eyes, and golden blonde hair. He was a Lannister through and through. "Where did you get him?" she inquired, feeling tears brim in her eyes. He was the copy of her old friend. The only piece of her past left. "I am Lord Tygos Lannister, my princess." the man bowed his head uneasily. "I made a deal with the Hightowers — I could not ensure their loyalty without taking their prized son." his lips turned into a thin line.
Tygos wasn't a fine specimen. He was thin and unlikable. (Daemon supposes that he hates everyone, so it wouldn't matter.) "We cannot hide this from Rhaenyra." Saera exchanged a glance with him, and Daemon only shrugs mischievously. "The war will end in five years or less, and we're both expert liars." Daemon pointed out, his wife sighs dramatically.
"And what will be his cover? A chambermaid? A chamber pot cleaner?" she crossed her finger, biting back a laugh as the boy paled slightly. "Your bastard son?" she suggested but Daemon shakes his head. "I can't have them thinking that I fucked a Lannister." he declined, looking back at the boy who adjusted his collar in a nervous manner.
"You should've laid out your plans before charging off to battle." she rolled her eyes, leaning into his chest. Both of them were staring at the boy as if he was a foreign animal. "He could be my squire." he offers and she lets out a loud laugh. "Knights have squires. Princes don't have squires." she shot down, and his hands trail up her waist. "He has to be part of our household somehow." Daemon mutters, burying his face in his wife's neck. He was gone for a day — he missed her the same way a man needed water.
"He could be wine-pourer," Saera suggested and he hummed in agreement. "I believe that I shouldn't be here." Tygos looked down on the floor, looking away as Daemon pressed little kisses on the Princess' neck. "Calm down," Daemon complained untangling his head away from Saera's body.
"If anyone asks, you are the steward of Daemon Targaryen — my right hand man." Daemon engraved in the boy's mind. "You cannot tell them about the truth of your heritage. They will kill you — but we promise, we will fulfill our end of the bargain." he placed a hand on his chest, enunciating every word that exhaled from his mouth. "You will marry my daughter the moment this war ends, but at the meantime — lay low." Daemon advised, patting the boy's shoulders.
He was definitely not going to make it.
A/N: I KNOW THAT I SAID CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN WAS GONNA BE THE LAST CHAPTER, BUT I'VE BEEN PLANNING TO HAVE TYGOS IN THE STORY.
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Harry stiffled a curse, heading back to the Tower after yet another detention with Umbridge. He cast a Tempus, and groaned, seeing that it was a little past midnight. Now he would have to copy off Hermione's Transfiguration homework again, seeing he was just too exhausted to pick a quill, forget writing down the Laws of Goodness knows what.
He hoped Hermione was asleep. His hand seemed to be bleeding even more than usual, and even though he would have loved to soak his hand in her special dittany , he didn’t want to deal with her rebukes again. He knew that she disapproved of him keeping the true nature of Umbridge’s detentions quiet. She'd been urging him the whole of the past weekend to go to Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, anyone really, but Harry had refused soundly. He didn't want to see the satisfaction on Umbridge’s face that she was getting under his skin. That she was hurting him. He'd be damned before he allowed that to happen.
Besides, what use was it, going to Dumbledore? The man seemed to be pretty determined to ignore him for the entirety of the school year, starting from his Trial back at the Ministry for Magic. Harry didn’t want to bother him either. He must be busy, what with the whole business of Voldemort, and the Ministry being a bunch of idiots.
So Harry would just have to deal with it. It wasn’t anything huge, he had lived with the Dursleys for the past 15 years of his life.
He yawned, rubbing his tired eyes. Honestly, this year was turning out to be the worst ones ever. He was so exhausted and disgruntled with everything that he was even looking forward for the holidays, and that's to say something, because Harry usually preferred his school terms better than the vacation.
But who could blame him? What with the whole business with Voldemort coming back to torment him, the dementor at Privet Drive, Dumbledore ignoring him, the horrible nightmares, Umbridge with her stupid DADA lessons, the damn detentions, his OWLS and that blonde prat -
"Oof! " Harry huffed as he collided with someone, and made a head dive to the floor. "Watch where your going! "
It was unfair, he knew, as he had been the one engrossed in his thoughts to have not seen the dark clad figure, who was also now sprawled on the floor in a very undignified manner.
"I think you should do that. "
Harry froze in the act of standing up. He could identify that snooty, lordly sneer anywhere.
"Malfoy. "
Of everyone he could have bump into after detention, it just had to be Malfoy.
The said boy was now dusting himself off the floor, scowling as he did so. His blond hair was all over the place, and he looked a bit more dishevelled for his impeccable Malfoy appearance. Not to mention, he was also sprawled on the floor, in a very undignified manner.
Malfoy looked up, and seeing Harry’s glaring face, his own scowl deepened.
"Potter. " He sneered at him. "What are you doing here at this time of the night? Not sneaking around, I hope? "
"Malfoy. " Harry bit back with equal venom. "It's none of your business. "
His scowl was replaced by a little smirk. "Language, Potter. I'd like to remind you that I am a prefect. Which means that I, unlike you, can take away some points for your unseemly behaviour. "
Harry glared at him.
His smirk grew. "So tell me, Oh great boy who lived. What are you doing at this ungodly hour? "
"Detention. " Harry said through gritted teeth. "I had detention with Umbridge. "
Harry hadn't thought that his smirk could become any wider. But apparently, it could, and Malfoy actually had the nerve to let out a gloating laugh.
"Ah, yes. Detentions for all the lies you've been spouting this year, am I correct? "
"You know very well if they are lies or not, Malfoy. " Harry grinned, seeing the smirk on Malfoy's face fade.
"Do I, then? " He hissed, a glare adorning his features.
"At least your scumbag of a Death Eater father would. " Harry shot at him. He shouldn't be here, fighting with Malfoy, a distant voice in his head which resembled Hermione was warning at him to shut his big mouth and stop enraging the blond menace, but Harry never did have much self control around Malfoy.
Malfoy's lip was curling in a cruel sneer.
"At least I have parents, Potter. Yours are six feet under. "
Harry saw red.
He growled at the disgusting slimy Slytherin and leapt forward, pulling his wand out of his pocket, not giving a least care that this would very well mean another set of ghastly detentions with the toad like woman. Malfoy had pushed him to the limit today, and insulting his dead parents, he could not tolerate. He wanted to murder the stupid bastard.
Ginny's Bat Bogey Hex seemed a good idea at the moment-
"Potter! What's wrong with your hand?! "
Harry stopped in his tracks, startled, all thoughts of hexes and curses forgotten. He had not expected Malfoy to ask about his hand, much less notice his hand was bleeding.
He spared a glance at his blood dripping hand and winced. Okay, maybe he would've noticed, but Harry never expected him to look so... different. He wasn’t sneering at him, or giving out snide comments at how pathetic he was to injure his hand, on the contrary, Malfoy was staring at him with something akin to..... concern.
"What? " Harry said stupidly.
"Your hand, Potter. " Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Why is it bleeding all over the place? "
"That's - " Harry began to say, before stopping abruptly. "Wait, what? "
"Potter, much as I knew your brain to be nonexistent, this is ridiculous, if you don't have the ability to understand simple sentences. " Malfoy rolled his eyes expressively.
"No! Just... why are you asking about my hand? " Harry garbled.
Malfoy heaved a sigh and lurched forward, and grabbed his hand, making Harry yelp.
He watched as a series of emotions flick in Malfoy's grey eyes, moving from concern, to surprise and anger after discerning the words carved into his skin.
Harry had never seen Malfoy's eyes look so intense. All for an injury that had happened to Harry. Harry bloody Potter, who was Malfoy's worst enemy. Why even was he angry for this? Harry had never been this stupefied in his life.
Then again, nothing about Malfoy ever made much sense, right?
"Bitch. " Malfoy muttered under his breathe and demanded sharply, startling Harry out of his bewilderment. "How long has she been making you do this? "
"Huh? " Harry mumbled, his brain yet to process Malfoy's question.
He rolled his eyes, and muttered, "Probably from the start of this term... no wonder its deep. "
Harry’s jaw dropped at Malfoy's unnatural concern.
"Woah, woah.. " He stuttered. "Malfoy? Are you alright? "
"What? " The said boy snapped, still staring at his hand with a frankly alarming expression.
"..... why.... are you holding my hand...? "
Harry winced when that was the first question that slipped him. That was not a good thing to ask right now. Or any time. He shouldn't be wondering why Draco Malfoy of all people was holding his hand and worrying about him. What next, Voldemort inviting him for a nice chat over a cup of coffee?
So in Harry’s defense, his concern was perfectly acceptable.
Malfoy was worried for Harry.
Malfoy, with his blond hair, not slicked back with gel for a change, and his grey eyes that looked almost silver in this light, was actually cradling Harry’s hand. Tenderly.
Harry shook his head frantically. That made no sense. He must be hallucinating. Did Fred and George give him some weird thing that was making him see weird stuff like this? Were everyone in the common room laughing at how dumb his hallucination was?
Or dreaming. He must have returned to the common room, and he must have fallen asleep while writing Snape's stupid essay about the restorative properties of Merlin knows what. Any moment now he'll wake up, and laugh at himself for seeing such bizarre and stupid dream.
Literally anything made sense in the face of Draco bloody Malfoy expressing an emotion other than anger, and hatred to him.
He glanced at Malfoy's worried (worried! ) face and asked him slowly, in a delibrate voice,
"Malfoy, are you sure if you are all right? "
He yelped when said blonde prat tightened his grip on Harry’s hand. "Ow! What was that for?! "
Malfoy actually had the nerve to smile at him, though the look of worry didn't completely fade from his grey eyes. Which was still baffling Harry. He still couldn't think of any remotely logical reason as to why Draco Malfoy of all people was being worried about the state of his hand.
This didn't seem much like a hallucination, Harry thought, much to his discomfort. And he probably would have woken up by now, had it been a dream.
Perhaps... something had happened to Malfoy? Was he cursed or something? That made even more sense, seeing that Malfoy was the one who was actually acting in a very strange manner. Completely different. Was this someone polyjuiced as Malfoy? Even that made more sense.... whatever this nonsense happening right now did.
Harry pulled himself out of this slump he was falling into when he heard Malfoy sneer at him, and put his hand inside his pocket, pulling out his wand.
"What are you - "
"Relax, Potter, " Malfoy sneered, pointing his wand at Harry's hand.
Harry let out an incredulous laugh. This was getting way more insane by the second.
"You are pointing a wand at my hand, Malfoy, " Harry reasoned with perfect logic. "We've hated each other's guts for the past years, so yeah, sorry if I can't relax, when you point your fucking wand at me. "
Malfoy just rolled his eyes and muttered something, and Harry felt an immense sense of relief wash over his hand. Glancing down, he watched in astonishment as the blood dripping down his arm disappeared. The words carved into his hand were still visible, red and stark, but the painful sting had quite subsided.
Harry studied his now healed hand carefully, and glanced at Malfoy, who looked extremely smug.
Did Malfoy just heal his hand? No, that's not possible. What goddamn reason would Malfoy have to cure his hand? Did he curse his hand with some elaborate Pureblood spell?
But his hand seemed fine. In fact, it felt perfectly okay, now that the pain had been subdued by a great degree. He clenched his hand, smiling in relief as the sharp stab of pain had subsided.
"Wow, that feels great, " Harry exclaimed. He glanced at Malfoy who was still wearing his smug smirk, and gave a small wry nod. "Thanks, Malfoy, "
The blonde boy's smirked deepened. "I couldn't have the Oh great boy who lived bleeding all over the castle. Imagine the stress it would cause poor old Filch, " He gloated.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like I have to believe you did this for the sake of Filch's sanity. No, I think you care about me, " That sounded entirely too bizarre and wrong, but Harry thought he wasn't too faraway from the mark when Malfoy's pale cheeks flushed, and he looked away.
"Don't be ridiculous. Why in the name of Merlin would I care about you? " He snapped, stuffing his wand into his robes.
"Oh, I don't know- why else would you go out of your way to help me?" Harry grinned. It was totally fun, teasing the other boy and making him blush.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Potter. Just don't make it a habit to wander around the halls at midnight, knocking people down. I could have gotten seriously injured, "
Harry snorted. "Forgive me, your Royal Highness. It's okay to get acquainted with the floor once in a while, considering you walk three feet above it, "
"Acquainted? My Potter. That's a big word. Sure you didn't hurt your head, thinking that? " Malfoy smirked.
It was bizarre, them, Malfoy and Harry, actually having a civil conversation that didn't involve them flinging hexes and curses at each other. Ron wouldn't even believe him. He'd accuse Harry of lying. Hermione would believe him, but would seriously send him off for a check up with Pomfrey.
Harry stiffled a yawn, wondering just how late it was. Malfoy noted his yawn and rolled his eyes again.
"Goodness, Potter, cart yourself upto bed, please. Its terribly unattractive to see you yawn like that, " He sneered, but Harry, to his surprise didn't feel annoyed by it. Alright, just a little, but not enough to throw hexes at him.
"Shut up, " He murmured back, but with a lot less heat than earlier.
"Well, you will see the value of my words when you are inevitably even more inattentive at Snape's class tomorrow. " Malfoy smirked. "Maybe you'll land yourself another detention, "
Harry rolled his eyes, and turned to leave, silently acknowledging that Malfoy may have a point. He already had to finish Snape's stupid essay. If he was inattentive at class, and turn in a subpar essay as well, he might be in a lot of hot water. He was leaving when Malfoy called out to him, his voice more uncertain this time.
"You told Dumbledore about Umbridge’s punishment, didn't you? "
Harry whirled around, angered by the mention. It wasn't enough that Hermione was bothering him, now Malfoy as well? He could take care of himself, why did no one get that? Dumbledore had enough on his plate without Harry adding to it.
"There's no need for him to know. I can deal with it, " He snapped at Malfoy who looked taken aback.
"Merlin's beard, Potter! Stop getting so worked up over nothing. I just asked because Blood Quills are forbidden, you know? It's not a simple matter to use it on children. The School Board takes stuff like that seriously, "
Harry frowned at those words. "And you know this because... "
"My Father is a Governor, of course. " Malfoy rolled his eyes. "This school is unsafe anyway, remember that oaf Hagrid's ridiculous bird? "
"I remember you crying like a little baby, all because you couldn't follow simple instructions. " Harry taunted. "Buckbeak was a good Hippogriff, I rode him, remember? "
"Yeah, yeah, Saint Potter, capable of every miraculous feat possible, " Malfoy sneered. "But this place is a deathtrap, don't even refuse, "
Harry would have liked to refuse, but remembering Aragog, Hagrid's monstrous spider, and even the Basilisk, he just scowled. Malfoy did have a point. He turned around to leave when Malfoy called out again.
"Potter, do consider telling at least McGonagall. She's always on your stupid side, so she'll listen. And like I said, Blood Quills are forbidden. "
Harry looked at him shrewdly. Was this Malfoy's way of looking out for him? Something in Harry told him that Malfoy was genuinely trying to help him, like how he had healed Harry’s hand. Was he even telling Hadey a way to get Umbridge out of Hogwarts? Perhaps it wasn't such a terrible idea to go to McGonagall.
He just smiled at the blonde prat, liking how his cheeks flushed again.
"Good night, Malfoy, " Harry said instead of an answer.
Malfoy smiled at him. He actually smiled, instead of that stupid smirk. Harry found out that it was unexpectedly nice to see his pointy features soften by a mundane smile.
"Good night, Potter, "
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Wrote this on ao3, but posted here too :)) Forgot how much I love Drarry to be honest :)
#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#hogwarts#fluff#pre relationship#hogwarts fifth year#i just really love them#harco#idiots#mialovesbl#ao3 fanfic
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OK OK JJBA DRAGON AU LORE DUMP. FINALLY DOING THIS. Leaving my copy pasted discord messages under the cut there is a Decent Amount. This is all pt2 for now bc I'm Normal
Anything in purple are Kirsten's messages bc I was talking abt it with her to calm myself for my exam results. And I do not have it in me to reformat the messages into something that makes sense without them. And also bc some of her ideas I decided would be a thing in the AU and she deserves credit
Ok so. First I'm gonna talk abt the Pillar Men and how I designed them (only in my head I have not drawn them yet)
Like I've said before they've [The Pillar Men....dragons?] got front facing horns
Did that bc I'm planning for them lore-wise to be very subterranean
They use their big horns to like. Dig things and break stone and that
They also don't have wings for this reason 👍
Kars DOES end up getting wings when the Ultimate Lifeform stuff happens, and they are feathery like in canon
Cus like. Also if they had wings what else could I do to make Kars more threatening as UL
The whole vampirism stuff is the same, they cannot go out in the sun or. Poof
I also. Don't know where to put the Joestar birthmark on the designs. I feel like having them on the shoulder is like. Too off in my head?
Maybe between the wings?
I could go with a muzzle design but idk if that'd give Joseph enough leeway to speak and that without causing the mask to like. Not work yk
Probably not like. Full on?? [Referring to clothes] They get some like. Accessories like the scarf for example but. Not fully clothed
Caesar's bandanna goes around his neck bc idk where else to put it 👍
Hamon. It's applied physically like it is in canon (just through like. Biting and clawing instead of punching and kicking) but it can also be used with like. Fire breathing and that. This is bc I think it'd look cool 👍 Like. You can see the hamon crackling in the smoke and that
For now yes I think? Maybe some different elements but like. Fire is the dominant one [talking about breathing elements]
Yeah also. About the Pillar Men. I think it'd be funny if they could just. Be able to walk on two legs like a human being tbh. It would set them apart and also be very creepy in the setting bc. They would be the only ones to be able to do that
Whammu is easy bc. Boom make him stand on 2 legs and he can do the Divine Sandstorm like he does in canon
Bc at first I was thinking about him [Esidisi] having like. Venom spitting
Bc like. The whole fight between Joseph and Esidisi would be different bc I'm NOT putting that goofy hat on Joseph. How would it even fit the horns would get in the way
Would Esidisi still hide his horn via hat?
Or hide his horn at all?
Nah I don't think so (great response past me)
Maybe he'd grow spikes from his back or like from his limbs so he can like. Tackle people XD [Referring to Kars' bone blades]
Kars is like wrapped in bandages the whole as time
Then when he fights
He takes them off and boom! Glorious hair. Boom! His horn(s) are suddenly blades
That'd actually be very threatening could you imagine him charging full speed at you with those
Kars also gets sent to space here like in canon 👍
Idk how that fully works though bc. Planes do not exist here
Joseph IS the plane and idk how he's living that
Just. Boom Joseph tries to crash them both directly into the volcano. Boom it goes wrong Kars stops it. Boom they crash onto the crater instead. Boom Kars mauls his limb off. Boom profit
Caesar gets buried under rubble 👍
Ok that looked like more in DMs. Anyways that's pretty much all I got rn. Finished Caesar's design but. Big design essay I will definitely add. So I post him later
Also. Something that went unsaid between us in the messages but Von Stroheim doesn't exist here none of that stuff happens ❤️ heart emoji
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" It moves with eerie accuracy when its crystallic fingers rest on the sword sheath. About the same size as the bellsplitter himself, wearing an expression of utmost stoicism; a paradigm of bravery and resolve among men. Its spiky mane even flows in an unfelt breeze, and though its eyes are hollow, merely their shape carved into the ice, he is staring directly into Akaza's core.
"Do you like it?" Familiar chimes ring from somewhere behind him, conquest towering with palms pressed together before his chest. "I had to dig around in the memories of other demons, to get an accurate picture of his fighting style. But yours were quite vivid ... " There is no shame in that admission; Dōma seems proud of his sickening creation.
"His katas weren't that hard to copy. Though, some might be missing." The only animated part about that ice miko in that moment is its frayed cape; edges carved with a perfect imitation of the Rengoku family inheritance. It's unblinking, but the owl like stare under furrowed dark brows remains. Upper Two cants his head with a bubbly smile.
" Well then? Go on, attack him! I made him for you play with, after all. " "
———cryopathiic.
SHOCK COLORS WAR'S EXPRESSION. for a moment akaza is completely struck dumb by the sight before him, his fierce maw parted in a silent gasp as he tries to digest the concept of this ... gift? is that what this is? would douma really just give him something? or is there some sort of ... catch to this?
surely it's not something done out of kindness.
cautiously the third moon approaches the frozen doll, bile rising in his throat along with a feeling of anxiety & ... AWE, yes, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly that tickle his guts with unfamiliarity. he doesn't attack right off the bat, no, he's no fool : that could be playing right into the frozen lotus' hands for some sort of trap. instead destructive death circles the miko of his most treasured hashira, the recreation of his most worthy adversary, blue fingers brushing along the cold surface of that flowing haori as he inspects it.
" ... it's ... him. "
right down to those owlish eyes & lion's mane, it's a perfect recreation of rengoku kyojuro. the older oni steps back & turns to face the miko's creator, the very tips of his sharp fangs still barely visible past his lips that are parted in disbelief.
" ... why? what's the deal? " but it lacks his usual venom, at least at a level typical for the almighty bellsplitter to display towards his beloathed. " you don't just give things to people. "
#cryopathiic#` ❅ || ʜ ᴀ ᴋ ᴀ ɪ s ᴀ ᴛ s ᴜ . » ( V001. )#finally gets this out the way i wanted to.#this was just too sweet in a weird way to ignore.
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THE MOON AND ITS SUN || A HARRY POTTER FANFICTION [NEW GEN] PT. 6 [JIM’S POV]
tw: incest, angst, pstd, mentioned past abuse, four year age gap, trauma, emotional repression, heavy angst
pairing: lily luna potter/james sirius potter
«WHY DO YOU LOVE HIM? WHY NOT ME? AM I NOT ENOUGH, INNIT?”»
It was the downcast growl made by Rose, outside, in the snow, that scared Jim to death. the boy with her was Scorpius, who stared her brown eyes, sternly. the ash blonde guy was dead silent in front of his supposed girlfriend.
Rosie was crying uncontrollably and kept yelling at him like he was going to listen, sooner or later.
Jim was overhearing behind the window. it's what he was so afraid of: Rose getting attached, all over again, to someone who wasn't fully invested on her. the raven haired one shut his eyes and felt anguish for her cousin. now all of it made sense, finally. she was supposed to be perfect, the mature one, the one who took all the responsibilities on her shoulders. the exact copy of her mother.
Rose suddenly stormed, into the kitchen, without noticing Jim behind the window, her cheeks full of tears.
Jim went outside and confronted Scorpius and it was nasty. Jim shouted, smacked the blonde one's face and tugged him.
«Are you done?» Scorpius' voice was venomous.
«Why should I?» Jim simply asked.
«Because I'm in love with your brother, arsehole. That's why I broke up with Rosie! You bloody idiot!» Scorpius whispered, blushing violently and tried to avoid Jim's face.
It was Jim's turn to stay silent. he felt every kind of emotion running through his muscles but mostly sadness. not because Scorpius had romantic feelings for his brother rather for the simple fact that everything felt too much complicated and mature (his crush on Double L, Nique wanting to move out with Nellie and now Scorpius in love with Al), like when did they all grew up and suddenly not joking anymore nor feling that tomorrow would be easy?
Why did they turned out like that, he wondered.
«You shattered Rosie's heart, are you aware of this?» Jim said, tasting the waters.
«Yes, I am aware» replied Scorpius, still avoiding Jim's gaze.
«And why on earth did you delude Rose?» the raven haired boy tone was lapidary.
«I didn't want to fail my parents» the blonde boy tone was utterly scared and angry, at the same time.
«Why didn't you took her feelings into your consideration? She's not a puppet, you cannot put her aside when you're done your playing.» the raven haired boy tone was frustrated.
«I didn't want to make my father ashamed of me, in a way» Scorpius paused «as much as Rose's a Weasley, at least she's a girl» now the blonde boy stared into Jim's eyes «not only your brother is the son of my father's rival but Albie is a boy. The prettiest boy, I might say»
«Alright» said Jim whispering «you can date him, if it's true what are you feeling. You must ask to my dad too, if this makes you feel better. But stay sure that I will haunt you down if you'll give Albus a bad heartbreak» a bit of fire mixed with joke came into Jim's eyes.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and said: «Fine by me»
Jim felt observed and he found Double L on the doorway, wrapped in a cosy coat and scarf. She simply said: «Jimmy, come on in, it's freezing cold».
«Do you want to go inside with us, Malfoy?».
«No, thanks. I must go, now»
«Okay. See you soon».
Jim reached his love, hiding their intertwined hands: «Go upstairs, I have to go to the living room. I will be quick». Double L nodded and headed to her bedroom.
He wanted to talk with Rosie and try to talk about it, without fighting, at least. But when he reached to the living room, he saw something he didn't see coming. Jim hid himself behind a big bookshelf and saw his dad and Uncle Ron talking tenderly to each other.
Uncle Ron was actually stroking his dad's hair in a way that wasn't really platonic.
«You know, back at Hogwarts, I was crushing on you so hard» said the redhead man, quietly.
«I thought you liked Hermione» his dad replied, happily.
«The thing is, that I thought it too» and the taller man kissed Harry, Jim's father, with so much dispair and sorrow.
Jim ran away and found that Rosie was actually in Double L and Roxie bedroom, talking about her breakup with Scorpius.
Lily made a gesture meaning “it's fine, James, we got it. See you in few minutes”.
The inky haired boy daringly went to the loo and locked himself inside.
What in the madness is happening with his family??
#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter next generation#dead dove do not eat#don't like don't read
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WIP Wednesday
Sliding in here with 30 minutes to spare after being tagged by @gaeadene and @direwombat! Tagging whoever wants to do it lol
This is a Soap fic with a southern plus sized nurse reader (listen she’s 2 steps from being an OC but imo the important part on the reader aspect is the flexibility to see yourself as the character and a part of that being no physical descriptors and we’ve checked that box okay? Okay.)
Anyway, she’s a holy terror but great at her job which is the only reason she’s not reprimanded near as much as she should be or frankly fired
Grumpy x Sunshine trope abound with Soap being the simp Sunshine of course. And a slight twist on the “Who hurt you” trope because Honey knows who did and she’s fucking pissed lmao
Told via Price’s POV because it’s funnier this way also Im a hopeless simp for that man
John has questions, wants to know what the hell went so wrong so quickly with Soap’s recovery. The surgeon who performed the operation has an answer for every inquiry but John’s medical knowledge is limited beyond the scope of emergency care to ensure the soldiers under his charge live long enough to make it to the table if needed.
He can’t help but feel he’s being soothed and placated with bullshit, but doesn’t know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon the way he feels he should be. John’s more than willing to advocate for his subordinates and the whole situation has left a foul taste in his mouth but not in a way he can readily articulate and argue over.
The sight of you storming up to the surgeon is an unexpected boone. You’re so locked in on the doctor it’s clear you haven’t noticed John until you’re damn near on top of the pair of men. There’s a file in your hand- though it’s poised like you’re ready to launch it-, and he can see Sgt. John “Soap” Mactavish scrawled across the front of it.
Price has, the more he’s gotten to know you, realized just how horrid your temper can be when provoked and given the fact he’s got the sneaking suspicion that Soap coding is what light this particular fire-
Well, he’s got no interest in cooling you off.
The surgeon realizes that you’re heading straight for his throat, sending John a reproachful look Here she goes.
You only stop when you see Price, the haze of red clearing enough to recognize a potential witness- even though John has absolutely zero intention of stopping you.
“Captain Price.” It’s odd, he thinks- hearing his name laced with such venom when absolutely none of it is pointed in his direction.
You seem to gather yourself- a deep inhale, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.
John’s opening his mouth to greet you when the surgeon opens his.
“I’m not in the mood today, Honey-”
-And just like that any attempt at self soothing has gone clear out the window.
“I ain’t your goddamn wife so why the fuck would I care what kinda mood you’re in?”
Oh. And this is why he hears the comments about the preceptor who breathes fire.
John can’t help but feel that fire is going in a direction that he wants it to go, so he sits back and observes.
Your attention turns to John, expression softening for the slightest nanosecond from near-blind rage to “I am pissed off beyond all belief but not at you” “Captain- can you give us a second?”
It’s a wonder the way hospital hierarchy works. The surgeon is a newer resident but should be well enough trained- and yet here you are, a well seasoned nurse armed with a paper copy of a patient file which means you had to have gone out of your way to get a hold of it.
John wants to watch what happens next. He’s got a feeling that he’s going to hear plenty shortly.
“Yes ma’am,” he steps past you, finally feeling somewhat satisfied with the way his conversation with the resident is going.
No sooner than his hand touches the door to shut it are you flinging the paper copy of Soap’s file down on the doctor’s desk with a whooshing thud. The door has not yet closed and John hears you clear as day seething “Where in the sam hill did you get your medical degree- fucking Craigslist?!“
John may not know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon but you sure as hell did. Clearly you’d barely had the presence of mind to avoid a public dressing down, but have full intentions of reading the resident the riot act.
It wasn’t much of a shouting match, and John can’t help but feel suspiciously vindicated at the way the resident isn’t shutting you down.
And sure, part of it may be that the young surgeon has realized it’s easier to let you do as you please- but John’s got the suspicion that he knows you’re right.
Harsh? Yes. Aggressive? Yes. Insubordinate? Absolutely.
But you’re not wrong. The surgeon is young and full of himself and cocky and there’s no way he’s taking your lashings sitting down because he feels like amusing you.
It goes on for 20 minutes. John checked his watch about the time you’d seemed to hit your stride.
#soap x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#grumpy x sunshine#x plus size reader#cod x reader#cod mwii#soap#john soap mactavish#wip Wednesday#my writing#john price
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The White Dove Pt 45 - We Know the Easter Bunny
@devilishminx328. @theincaprincess, @lilith15000, @jesevans, @jiminapickle
The White Dove Masterlist
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Back in the same driveway the hive in NY calmed as your chunk linked up again to it and clarified you had been gone all of two seconds, and up at you the same Flerken sat with a smile on its face up at the pair of you clung tight to one another.
“The others,” the Ancient One spoke causing Venom to angle himself to face the Sorcerer on your left, subtly loosening his grip on you as she continued. “We have apprehended twelve Flerken Kree had abandoned upon Earth centuries prior. Who were able to transport themselves into other dimensions and were able to be captured and used to send more of the same sect Hitler had created for himself that was destroyed within this realm to our past.”
“What happened? After?”
“Well,” she said mid exhale to say plainly, “Most of the event has been buried as the same Troubles this history had recorded. There were some staggering terms within the act of freedom for Ireland and Scotland however.”
Eddie whose head eased out asked, “They both got independence?”
“Oh yes,” she said with a breathy chuckle, “They were quite in awe of your efforts and the Irish who aided in their freedom. Now I should say people have recorded the truth, while the Palace and world has tried to bury it was Nazi clones who took over the British Isles. Prince Philip was demanded to be divorced and disgraced for insulting the Queen, the public rallied quite inspiringly around her for the process, having been unfaithful so publicly for so long.
Of course Prince Charles chose to go with his father, it was discovered that his mistress Camilla had vanished from her assigned room as were his other mistresses. Over this new history it is recorded that due to the loss of her he refused to ever marry and had to be removed from succession after impregnating two young women he took comfort in. The Queen is quite enamored of her bastard grandsons Edwin and Charles.”
“I’m, you said she vanished? They vanished?”
“Well, much like you my people have been warned of tampering in matters of the Hive.”
“Oh, somebody ate them.” You said with brows inched up a bit at that realization.
“I think Venom might have passed on a bit about the family,” Eddie said.
Out of his neck Venom oozed to hiss, “Sister said it best, such actions are disgraceful upon the honor of ones family.”
“So, Princess Anne,” you said.
“Is next in line, yes, and still quite the fan of yours. Speaks about you fondly for all of your endeavors. Even has been quoted in the press to have been forwarding the notion of contacting you for use of your cleaner private crafts for use.” She said, “This was foretold and you have done admirably once again.”
“Can everybody but me read what’s foretold about me?!” you muttered to yourself making her chuckle to herself.
Eddie smirked asking, “I’m afraid to ask if there’s any sort of statue involved of the attacks?”
“Of a sheep in a sea of fireflies.” She said with a nod, “In fact both Ireland and Scotland honor the anniversary with a ceremony of choosing a sheep that is King for the week. For the five days the battle lasted. They now hold elections for their leaders who proudly claim allegiance to the chosen King during the festivities and the wool from the King is kept to turn into tapestries to mark the year. And you were the catalyst that brought Mrs Carter to find her brother all along, Howard as well took your tip on the lights and made special efforts to monitor his properties for effects on wildlife. No major effects but other companies had followed suit for minor changes to permit regulations in various states.”
Out of her pocket she offered you the camera that captured your belongings and a notepad used to copy notes from the men who woke up a day post escape that you accepted. “Only Chickadee was noted again, these are the traces we could find beyond word of mouth kept quiet by those who did remember we have made to forget.”
“Thank you,” you said and she summoned a portal.
“I shall leave you to your vacation.”
Alone again Eddie picked up the keys he had dropped off the driveway and brought out the car key to get your bags to head inside. Boots were left at the door and with socked feet you both made for the open sunlit Jack and Jill bath to take turns showering feeding into a guest bedroom. Wrapped inside a towel you opened the door to let Eddie in, having been reading over the notes he set aside to walk in, close the door and as you closed the other door he stripped to get in the hot shower he greatly appreciated.
New tights and lighter jeans were added same as a tank top and warm wool sweater. Fresh clean layers were welcoming for once your hair was dried to allow a tour of the spacious place. The laundry room was first and made use of to wash your things. Coats and your bag would take extra work, possibly having to be replaced if they couldn’t be fixed forcing you both to bring out your spare coats and your rainbow faux fox fur purse you loaded with your things from the leather bag.
Two spacious bedrooms upstairs side by side you chose to leave your bags in so you could head back down to clean up your boots again to head back out to the beetle. A stop for gas enabled a trip inside to find a wooden cubby of pamphlets on attractions nearby that you both chose from and paid for a few snacks you could eat on the way to the park. Clean and a bit less hungry after the exhausting five day ordeal to the park Eddie drove following directions from your bees while you used another couple to map the locations you had chosen to narrow down the possibilities.
“What if Doom’s taking us was what the Hive had planned?” you asked and he shook his head.
“No, they are working hard at something I can hear it.”
You nodded and asked, “Was it just me or was he like a giant bunny?”
Eddie chuckled and Venom spoke, “Doom has bonded with one the mortals call Easter Bunny.”
“Okay…” you said and Venom chuckled to Eddie’s chortle.
“Like myself they have found peace and one to bond with his Other is quite fond of. Are you overly tired Sister?”
“Not really. Oddly enough, I do think I have an idea what the core of my transport rings are though.”
“So not all terrible of a trip.” He said smiling your way making you chuckle to yourself. A buzz from your phone you turned on had him ask, “Word from Thengel yet?”
“He’ll be in at two, said he’ll drive to meet us at the house.”
“Ooh, nice, we can shop after the park and make him a nice meal, take him to the park tomorrow or some fun stuff on our other stops.”
“Should be nice,” you said then sighed making him look your way, “Does this mean I can say I know the Easter Bunny?” He and Venom chuckled at the clear try to come to terms of being another weapon to be used to change the flow of a power struggle.
“I think so. And I suppose that trip is why Carter kept bringing up Boggs checking in on you.” He said making you grin.
“This Dino Dig camp pamphlet says it’s open but the website says it’s a warm weather one, so we can give the Imax a try at the museum?” you asked making him nod.
“Absolutely.”
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“Viscountess, how do you respond to the question of what else Misique and you have found at the bottom of the ocean?” A French sounding young man asked in English, having come up to your side while you had just entered the park and were deciding on a pathway to cover the stops inside he park. Clearly a teenage news site the crowd of five teens out on weekend found one who had a t shirt with their shirt logo who asked the question while you were filmed by a go pro held by another.
“Um, well we haven’t found much so far that hasn’t been shared about. There is a good deal to travel still and plenty to be uncovered in time.”
“And it’s true the Lourve will display a statue of King Phillip of Spain discovered by you both?”
“Yes,”
“And can you share on the profits of the deal?”
“Those are going to go for patient expenses for my parents’ research foundation. Once the studies are finalized a good deal of people will be interested in the treatments and that can get costly.”
“You heard it here first, Spanish Inquisition is now being aimed to fundraise for combating degenerative diseases. Catch you soon fellow swashbucklers and we wish you smooth sailing till we meet again.” Thanks from the group came as they broke into a quick huddle then darted off to go do something or possibly find their ride to head home with their scoop another was hyping up online.
“That was nice,” Eddie said looping an arm around your back naming a choice to try one of the closer eateries to get some more fuel for the rest of the fun explorations of the park. A few fun pictures were captured to post online to prove you were having fun on a weekend away to not think about things. A few comments did come of your being crazy to go when it was so cold though.
Several stops and a couple souvenirs later right for a supermarket you went to load up a cart and back to the rental you went to unload it all and get used to where things were in putting the things away for the next breakfast and possible dinner the following night before your red eye flight back.
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“Okay, I think, that is how it’s supposed to look?” you asked eyeing the scalding hot meat pies still inside the metal tins as they cooled down dripping a bit of meat juice onto the pan you left them on.
The sound of an engine shutting off outside had Eddie turn from readying the table to go and check the door to welcome Thengel and show him inside as you finished checking on the veggie dishes both boiling and in the oven almost ready. Bread was next to be fidgeted over to spread onto a serving tray of both rolls and thick buttered slices painted with some garlic spread to add some flavor to compliment the dishes.
“There you are,” Thengel said having left his bag in the front hall and came closer to give you a hug, “My magical girl. Feeling alright?” he asked pulling back and you nodded.
“Yes, bit uncertain on my meat pies, but it’s been a fun morning. Your flight go well?”
“Oh yes,” he said eyeing Eddie in his move to keep finishing off the table. “Glad to be out here with you however, the convention showed little difference to the year prior.” As you moved to test the boiling veggies he asked, “You haven’t been bothered again, have you?”
“No, no sign of the Jenner woman so far,” off the burner you lifted the pot and he gladly took hold of the strainer to hold over the sink you moved to. While he shook it a bit to drain the mixture he asked, “You did bring some of your weapons or armor just in case?” Up at him you looked and he said, “I’ve seen videos of what Misique can do, barriers and all that, but sometimes there is little time for a barrier.”
“I never go anywhere unarmed.” You said luring a content grin across his face.
“Good. Both of your parents would be proud of how strong you have grown. All they used to boast about were the impossible flowers and creatures you created for them.” As you accepted the strainer he rested a hand on your shoulder, “Sigyn shared often of the joy your flowers brought her.” He said and you stepped away to pour the veggies into their large bowl to be coated in the sauce you had made for them. After a chuckle he said, “I remember the last picture I got of the three of you, you had frosting on your nose and were licking it off while they made faces about their own mess from frosting on their faces.”
“I have a copy. Papa left a digital hidden copy of our albums.”
His head tilted slightly and he asked, “You don’t think of recreating the image now you are older we could crop together with theirs?” Up at him you looked, freezing in place luring him closer. “What did I say?”
“I, can’t.”
“The Ambassador did share with me what you have faced, what you were willing to share in court. I know this is painful, I have days the loss is unfathomable.”
“They branded me when they took me,” you said parting his lips and he moved in as you opened your mouth to lift your tongue up to reach your nose. Vegvisir and the Valkyrie wing symbol inside the nine star points to form a large star had him look from it to you signaling your retraction of your tongue. “It hasn’t faded, and,” you drew in a breath and said, “Eddie was chaperoning a trip to the Academic Decathlon to Washington DC, and my tongue started prickling, then glowing.” His brow ticked up, “Next day we were in a museum that the Disir and some humans entranced by them attacked it.”
“I heard about that. The day of the blip.”
“There were children of exiled Beserkers there, nobody else could see the glow, but they warned their parents. They said the Goddess Frigg sent it as a warning danger was coming.” That had him move closer with teary eyes. “She’s the Queen of the Valkyrie, they said any other time she would have had the marks fade. Must have been watching over me. Part of why they have been so helpful with my ship I think.”
“Have they been assisting you with your sail?”
“No, I have been weaving it myself. I have to incorporate the Asgardian metal threads to help with its structure on top of the natural layers. They sent me double the original order.” You said moving to keep finishing off the sides Eddie helped to transfer to the table. “Not the same amount again, but double. At least then I might have plenty to make some test swatches for wind and water treatments before I treat the main sail.”
“Wine?” Eddie asked showing a fruity one, “It’s a blackberry flavor, Pluto saw it and it smells really good.”
“Sure,” he said and looked to you as Eddie opened the wine bottle to pour two glasses to go with your glass of juice. “Do you drink wine?”
“My metabolism runs so fast I can’t get drunk. I do like to sip the fruity wines Eddie tries occasionally, not a big fan of how most wine tastes. Most have seemed to smell better than they taste, except for some hard lemonade drinks I’ve tried before.”
“You can try mine if you wish. I saw you had that wine tasting is why I asked.”
“Eddie’s friend was contemplating culinary school, the tasting was a side thing added onto the class. I only smelled them. I suppose in the past the nutritional benefits of drinking wine so often outweighed the taste of the fermentation process. Then again I have a more sensitive palate than others.”
“Can I ask what your issues with the sail tests might be?” he asked as you all chose your helpings of the offered dishes.
“How I have to weave the metal in it might make it weaker in certain spots, so when I do try to coat it with the resin the coating how I do it might take a few different tries to get it right.”
“Have you waterproofed sails before?”
“No, and the only places I’ve found with resin in the quantity I would need don’t sell outside of companies.”
“I will send supplies when you are ready, pay no mind to those troubles. Are these other Asgardians where you gain most of your knowledge on the ship repairs?”
“No, Yggdrasil helps too.” You said making his brows arch up, “I can hear the roots, they’re all over the planet. It helped me, spoke to me while I was being kept away. Every now and again in my dreams it shows me things, tools, even parts of things and lets me figure it out. Some take a while, like a project I’ve been working on, a set of transporter rings that can be used to help the agricultural business of transporting trees and other large plants.”
“That sounds fantastic.” Digging into the meal a late open stop on your list had you three decided on heading out there after you had cleaned up to be followed by a film back here before bed.
He didn’t see the need to force you both back to the same park and agreed to head to the museum and the second stop you wanted to fit in between meals before you all had to head back to the airport. Just any time possible to spend with you and even Eddie was prized by him to deepen your bond. One he never pressed to enforce time without Eddie until you felt ready to suggest it yourself. He had been gone from your life so long and would accept the slow pace to be as supportive of your future choices as you were on the cusp of adulthood now. And for now talk of your ship was the easiest link as he had a ship building company and you were in the final stages of completing the sail for it.
He knew just how magical you were, and worried for so long if you had been taken and kept alive if you would blame yourself for the attack on your parents. Something he never wanted, for you to hold that guilt while moving forward. That was something he was gradually working up to speaking about.
Years you had done nothing but build on the pride he knew he would have for what you could achieve. He wished you had contacted him first before Sigurd, but now that you had he would do all he could to make this familial bond as warm and welcoming as possible. Including his sharing plans to rent a place in Norway for the two week long Yule celebration so you three could have a comfortable stay during the break in the year he absolutely refused to work at all to enforce as much time as possible to share with you. This for now was a lovely way to honor your mother together until you could see each other one again.
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Pluto. The name across the front of a letter Howard for once had managed to tuck into your bag alongside your stained set of cards from the ammo bag you found he had written notes to you with advice like a father figure for the next Howard Stark he learned the hard way. His plea was simple and holding a second sealed envelope he intended to be for his eldest child.
Warmly dressed with his letter sealed inside a larger one you addressed to Tony Stark out into the night you walked to Eddie’s place to borrow the VW bus used on your summer trips. Outside Stark Tower you parked to hop out and drop the letter inside the night drop box to be scanned in the morning, then trotted back to the bus to fire it back up and start the drive up to the Hamptons that would take up most of the night to get there and back in time for school.
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Soft and gentle light trickled into the bedroom Peggy Carter awakened in. An alarm, one of many to wake on schedule to ease her daily dilemma. Shadows from the garden outside of her spacious suite inside the Hamptons mansion Howard had chosen to grant use of for the Carter family as his beloved Aunt Peggy had met her retirement years and the Jarvis clan had dwindled to just names on pages and faces in pictures carried by the children of their adopted daughter Celeste. Calls to her children answered her curiosity and with a soft gasp she held a letter that had been tied to the center of a peach tree that was surrounded by seas of her favorite flowers she was no longer able to keep tended to as dementia had set in.
‘Hello Peggy,
I have always held a fondness for you and always will. No matter our shadows we hold firm, I hope one day to be half the poignant figure for others as you have been for me. Between the two of us locked in a crisis, I would very much be more relieved to see you there to save the day. We will meet again in this life or the next I hope.
Not such a fuddy duddy after all,
Not Chickadee.’
“Oh,” she said sentimentally at the colored picture a bee had taken of you driving with her and Howard speaking in the back while Venom rested in the passenger seat.
Under that was one of you four cooking in the kitchen, her cross armed with brow raised being ignored on tips for cooking while Howard leaned against the counter waiting on his drink Venom was mixing as Carter spoke to you with hold of his own plate smirking down at your bloody self. Upon the back of which was the recipe for her sauce you had written down luring a misty eyed smile onto her face.
Another in front of the telling grand room with the leader of the Irish of candid talks with the girl found inside the wall.
The next making her chuckle of her brow raised picture of you and Venom making faces at one another, him on the roof and you in the frame of the window holding your rifle, which was cropped out, having cleared another city.
The last being Peggy asleep on the back seat and you seated on the floor of the back of the jeep, head against the seat trying to hide from the rising sun more bloody than the other images with a hint of a frightened expression on your face from a bad dream. The very edge of the frame showing Howard with your polaroid camera capturing the moment himself with his face in it.
“Oh, what was her name?” she asked herself, not having slipped out of her window of focus but distantly recalling a celestial name she drew closer to by the minute.
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Search of the grounds on a morning walk for her niece had a message added to the one prior that a second letter was found on Howard Stark’s grave that was located on the property. A secret true location of his remains while a public one sat to allow strangers to visit and pay respects without troubling his family, right beside his wife’s was the section for the Jarvis family. Behind Howard’s headstone was a large peach tree inside of a sea of bluebells that coated the inventor’s grave while daisies out of respect were for his loved ones around him you did not know.
‘Thank you Howard.’
All the note read, no perimeter alarm had been triggered with no footage of who had come to do this, just the glow of seeds and pits appearing out of thin air to grow the new gardens. Copies were made while Peggy would nap so she could have a spare set as the originals were given to Nick Fury to inspect with handheld devices unable to find traces beyond familiar hand writing.
*.*.*
Slack jawed Tony sat looking at the polaroid image of his father’s face beneath two sleeping women in the back of a cramped ammo and weapon filled jeep. “Jarvis, test this,” was all he could say about the envelope with the name Stark across the front of it.
Mechanical arms took the envelope that within minutes came back with saliva matching Howard Stark’s sample linked to Tony’s. Infrared scans showed fingerprints to prove the same and teary eyed he opened the four page letter that had his heart start to thunder making him glad he’d brought it down to his private lab where he could be alone.
‘Winter, 1963. Not exactly certain of the date we’ve been on the road for three days now. I finally found a moment to write some things down between these damn Nazi infested towns.
What I know’ underlined and with a semicolon to list off some things.
‘Something called a Flerken brought, not Chickadee, and the weirdest cannibal named Venom to help.
A, Doom, sent the Flerken to fetch them. Maybe another cannibal?
Looks like her, isn’t her, no powers with all the sass and grit.
Answer to Chickadee’s grudge against Cap - Rogers has almost killed this girl four times. Something about dropping a balcony on her for one. Last time with a bomb. Has yet to apologize.
Chickadee is her other dimensional self, no idea why we got this girl, but she’ll do.
This girl knows Caretaker too.’ Added in hastily beside that at an angle was, ‘More flaming skull friends and cannibals too.’
After that was a border of a line to start the rest of his letter. ‘My kid, kids. Twice now I’ve ran into Chickadee, I’m sure if I’m still alive I’ve told you about her till your ears want to bleed, if not, she tends to vanish in thin air. This time in the middle of praying for a miracle out of the sky in a rain of glass on the back end of a blast of wind I saw this mint haired girl who looked a whole hell of a lot like my mysterious friend. She’s got no powers but she’s got a whole hell of a lot of gizmos that pack a powerful punch.
Shared she didn’t know much about why she was taken but does know who she looks like. Didn’t share much else that seemed helpful besides Stark Industries is still standing and I have family at the helm of it.’ Sharply Tony sniffled wiping his cheek at just seeing his father’s writing again with ink and dna tests proving it was taken barely days ago by the deterioration rate. ‘Whoever you are, however many you are. If I’m there, if I’m not. I love you, and I’m proud of you, either way I’m watching over you in spirit or looming over your shoulder/s to never let you forget either of those facts.
I never much imagined myself a dad. Didn’t have the most present model and with my work and attention span I probably am not the best either. I don’t know what the future is like, or your life is for that matter. All the same, please find this kid. Puts on a great front, but she’s been got such a weariness to her, like a soul whose been near to death far too many times. Please let her know you’re proud of her. Sure she’s got cannibals and flaming skeletons as friends, she deserves so much more. The kid is wild about nature and animals, smiles like no other when it breaks out, like she’s never seen a pinch of sadness a day in her life.
Why Capsicle keeps trying to kill her I got no clue, she doesn’t seem to either. Set him straight please. Make him apologize. If she’s anything like Chickadee she’ll be gone before I can seal this letter off. And someone named Banner took her flannel and hasn’t given it back like he promised. I might be blind to the future, but from what I’ve been shown through her actions and resolve, you must be shaping it into something phenomenal. Again, I love you, and I always will.’ Close eyed Tony had to turn his head to wipe his hands over his face taking a break to calm down just as his lips had begun to quiver. Three pages after that of all he hoped to share one day to his possible sons and daughters and experience with them with several breaks were absorbed into his heart and soul for him to take another look at your sleeping but clearly scared blood self beside his aunt.
“Jarvis, pull up any footage we got with Capsicle and him bringing down a balcony.”
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Fury had seen the letter and picture that matched up with the other in the group sent to Peggy he shared with Tony along with images of the gardens made for Tony’s family. “So, she’s the one who helped in the Troubles and Dad and Peggy buried it as Chickadee.”
Fury said, “Makes sense, she’d only be a target after that.” After a sigh he said, “Flerken, not too happy to hear one of those is involved,”
“Dna is only a few days old. She just was taken and just came back either right before her trip and she got hit by that guy or right after.”
“Doom,” Fury muttered to himself, “Maybe he’s behind Chickadee’s travel too. You okay?”
Tony nodded, “I just don’t know what she said to my dad and aunt, five days, with them. Out hunting Nazi’s restoring three countries to independence.” Over his face he smoothed a hand and said, “Did you know Rogers has almost killed her four times? The bomb I know, found one she’s pulled out of the way of a balcony she’s eating under he took out, and another involving a shop she was inside he burst in by means of hurling a car at the front window. Can’t find the fourth dad wrote about yet but she was the one that third time to toss his shield in the recycling dumpster.”
Fury said, “I’ll have a talk with him. You take it easy.”
“What happened to this kid Fury? She gets zapped back in time to go hunt Nazis then just saunters off to school again like nothing’s wrong.” Tony asked protectively. “She gets a bomb thrown at her when she’s sick, kidnapped by the guy who killed hundreds to get her inheritance from her. All she has left, and she, just gets up, and goes to school.”
“Cooper said she makes him feel brave, seeing her up and about. Someone makes her feel brave Tony. One thing I know about her, it’ll take a great deal more than a bomb or even a swarm of Nazis to get her to stop chasing her dreams and doing as she damn well pleases after losing those eight years we know next to nothing about.”
“How do we just not know for eight years?”
“Everyone linked to her is dead now, or supposed to be. Till she talks, I’ll talk to Rogers. He tried to drop a balcony on me intentional or otherwise I’d not let him buy me lunch either.” Fury said turning to head out to find the Star Spangled man himself.
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Open mouthed Steve watched the balcony footage and scoffed, “Clearly you can see I wasn’t aiming at her!”
“Clearly you can see I don’t give a damn.” Fury replied making Steve scoff.
“Language.” Steve muttered crossing his arms over his chest having been caught mid breakfast for this confrontation with Rhodey and Fury.
Rhodey, “What we know, she’s had her femur broken, been shot, stabbed, somehow hit with napalm,” dropping Steve’s jaw. “Beaten and put into a sensory deprivation chamber to the point she goes into a manic state when put in similar conditions now. That’s what we know and knowing her that’s not the half of it. She’s a kid who was expected to be perfect or she would be punished, physically and brutally. You hurt her, intentional or otherwise. Tell her you hurt her, tell her it was wrong, don’t bother her with your intentions or true target. Tell her straight what you did and that you are sorry. You shouldn’t have done it and she doesn’t deserve to be hurt, ever.”
Steve said, “Why does, why does that feel like one of those lie down and tell me what you’re felling type things.”
Fury, “It’s a do it or I’ll have your shield type thing.” Parting Steve’s lips. “Don’t cross your arms or throw a fit. The whole team has had to go through the ringer, this kid before that said you aim your shield at civilians and you called her a liar when you’ve aimed it at her three times and used that shield to knock a bomb at her. Our actions have consequences. That put us all under sanctions after the blip backfired and people got hurt again because of us trying to step in.”
Steve said, “She knows it was an accident.”
Rhodey, “Steve, I apologized to her for that, Clint has too and we didn’t even touch the bomb. I’m not saying you should have taken the blast yourself but Tony put out a taped apology and cards to the people he could find in the subway and hurt that night. She was sick and almost got blown up after falling asleep on the subway.”
“She’s special to Bucky. If anything, you bury the hatchet now or when she tells him about it you might not have that same friendship to bounce back into.” Fury said instantly sparking something in Steve’s head and chest. “Nearly none of us know what she went through and those who do who aren’t dead aren’t talking. Don’t make the mistake of hurting this kid and not apologizing. She’s got more than enough scars, don’t believe me take a look at her palms.”
*.*.*
‘Shocker Captured by Spidey!’
Boldly the headlines of the electrically powered battered baddy being timidly held by Spidey were buried. Talk of the Met Gala that he attacked, where Luke Cage was in attendance behind the scenes to play guard to his baby girl who was at her first official job on the lighting and design crew. The former who beat the living hell out of the man who zapped their whole building of bodies including his baby girl, who was no worse for wear but was clearly distressed at all her hard work being ruined erasing the relief of her months of anxiety on the finished product now smoldering.
That was buried under titles of a wanna be saint. Kris Jenner had sold everything, everything, vehicles, jewelry, clothes, shoes, accessories, artwork, spare properties and anything else she could get her hands on it seemed. Leaving all of her grandson’s things now moved into a more economical two bedroom home in a smaller suburb away from LA, a more efficient vehicle with good safety ratings at a fraction of the cost of her fleet of SUV’s, ten pieces of clothing and two pairs of shoes including the ones she was photographed in. All credit cut off, same as her appointments and subscriptions to everything but her medicine she was taking and her medical insurance.
Somehow she claimed to have awoken with a simple note congratulating her on all her charitable work and the keys to her new home and car. Her grandson was safe in his bed and she was not harmed and showed no sign of drugs or trauma on her body as per the notice from the hospital she went to. Her former mansions now were donated to battered women’s shelters and trauma rehabs for those less fortunate within California who were in great need of them.
Of course that was batted around like a ball of yarn to updates on the astoundingly large brain tumor the seizure, revealed at the Met Ball, that had the Swifties in an uproar as it was published their idol had been unaware of or concealing. Just like her mom though the cancer diagnosis had an unfurling of a deeper ring of scandal. Of how one of the late Victor Von Doom’s scientific centers near to the Christmas tree farm the idol had grown up on to build the fortune that had paid for her start to stardom had been poisoning the land and apparently all of its customers and residents for decades now.
So now her appropriately sad looking DJ boyfriend had to put a pause on his latest tour dates to play the part of spring boyfriend to sit at her side for the press no matter what he had been aspiring to do lately. Taking solace in his own mention of burns his arms had received he could have seen to in the process while supporting her and this imploding bubble of scandal even the idol’s family claimed to not know of.
The Scientist in question, now clearly presumed dormant as a metal statue inside a SHIELD prison facility for powered villains, would have to have his affairs handled by Richard Reed, who was in the process of being unwillingly named as heir to all the former’s properties and troubles by the Von Doom company board to not take responsibility themselves.
But then again the news would change once again of progress to the transport of the Shocker, then sad Swifties, and then the mourning pretend saint Jenner who would be crying about something else that had been liquidated to fuel a trust fund in her grandson’s name.
Back and forth again and again while confirmation had been made of a clear glow out in the Atlantic Ocean noticed by an alibi building secret Symbiote aboard military ship that had the world curious of why Misique, who was clearly digging for treasure again would be blamed for this. She couldn’t do it, you were having a ball in a theme park and various locations in Virginia of all places during all this so someone was crying wolf here. And by the third hour the news simply stopped talking about her and started to show the pre planned set of talented animal guests or whatever they had slotted on the shows to shut her out.
So in all of this you had to go to school where you were met by a blast of news when your teachers were there to meet you at your locker with smiles and a celebratory allergen free chocolate mint chocolate chip muffin. Wide eyed the printout of the new laureates for the Nobel Prizes were in the Dean’s hand with your name in two Science categories for both Medicine and Physics for both your machine and research study alongside the aviation wonders you had designed with kinetic engines.
Mention of the Blackhowls were made in the article that had excluded you back then as military grade aviation was barred from receiving nominations but now you had branched out of that into public travel they could gladly list you amongst the coveted ranks of nominees from throughout previous eras of study and invention. “What?!” You whispered turning the page over and simply accepting the muffin to be spoken to by the proud staff members to have one of their pupils achieve such a high honor, twice.
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Wide eyed in an internally panick laced glare at Eddie through the glass walls of the meeting room he was reclined in a chair, brainstorming ideas of the next slew of stories with a trio of fellow writers to counter the current media storm, you pressed the sheet of names against the glass. Head craned at the alert from Venom you were here he almost fell out of his chair to read the page that had him wave a hand mouthing he needed a minute to the man talking in the group and slip out. Across the floor from his office Jameson and the man from the office next door adjusted in their seats to get a better view of you as you handed Eddie the sheet that had his jaw drop.
“Is this why Thengel took us to that dress and tux shop?” He whispered sharply about your grandfather.
“I don’t know!” You whispered sharply back. “Six days ago I was being taken by the Easter Bunny and his alien cat to go kill about a few hundred thousand clones back in the 60’s! Now this is what I’m met with while at school!”
“This printed yesterday morning, he didn’t say anything. That’s, odd.” Looking from the sheet to you he asked seeing your still pointed gaze up at him. “Would you know this on your own?”
“I don’t keep track of this! The youngest winner was 25 back in 1915! Why would I keep track of this?! Now it’s three! Speeches! Graduation was hard enough now this one, two, will be, forever! They go in books Eddie!”
“Seventeen, not bad,”
“Sixteen, they’re recording it time of invention or action for some reason to make it more astonishing!” You said and smoothed your hands across your forehead.
“Is this a congratulations?” He asked with forehead wrinkling mid brow rise with a timid smile spread across his lips making you shrug with arms still up.
“I don’t know, I don’t know! Everyone is all Romeo and Juliet at school to support some tumor grower or in battling band shirts for Goblin target fodder, and wading through that chaos I get this! I don’t know if I’m supposed to be happy as now, I’m the youngest, ever, to not just get them but if I win then I am the youngest ever, both regular and female to win two! I think it’s a congratulations...but I have an exam today...”
In the drop of your arms he looped his around your back for a more depressed sister smush than a warm receptive hug that he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I’m buying you so much food after school! With cakes and candles, the shark shaped ones.”
Against his chest you said making him smile at the muffled voice as your hands took hold of the sides of his shirt. “I love the shark ones.”
“I know. Now, off to school, and I will keep the offending paper.” You nodded and turned and even outside as Jonah came out to inquire along with the now silent group of brain stormers their ideas were shoved aside to write up a flash headline worthy story on a noted local sixteen year old who was nominated for two prestigious awards. The second woman to win two, not just in Science categories but two total. The fifth woman overall to win in Physics and making just over a baker’s dozen to win in Medicine alongside the female twin of Idun and Epli inside the male dominated winners pool.
Now at least the other press outlets who picked this up would dig and see the dress and tux shop stop in the sea of odd stops to cover the slightly hopeful shopping trip just in case a girl against giants in other fields stood a chance in the secretive nominee pool. Fledgling friendship with the King of Sweden, who presents the awards, that might have had some slew towards nepotism. The fact you’d only met the man once after you had begun the trial was enough to shut that down, while the second aviation move by that introduction had others claim you struck a genius move to offer ideas to the heads of countries open to such technology while you had the chance. Tech that had been tried and tested by the military to help with the world crisis after the blip years prior that some would wonder at why you were not named then and could only know fifty years after the fact if you had been nominated at all the year afterwards.
All the same that sliver of tarnishing the nominations were claimed by others to have chosen this hidden shopping spree that could be excused away and forgotten if in fact you were not named an un-scandalous winner in either. On the way to the subway you browsed through the email and congratulatory messages, none more exuberant than Reed Richards, who has won multiple and said he would be there as he had been for the years prior to support you as you gave your lectures. You just had to think up what you might talk about and then write them alongside your graduation speech.
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Thanksgiving this year at least would be memorable at Riot’s Other’s home where he would prep a meal for you, Phage, Agony, Legion, Shriek, Venom and Eddie to see how his cooking courses had been paying off. New details of what they knew Carnage to be up to in his continual bloodbath of the wealthy on the West Coast as he seemed to enjoy both the killing and toppling of financial empires as best he could manage.
Afterwards while the younger Symbiotes had plans a trip to meet up with Johnny Blaze and Carter Slade found you oddly atop a golf course with Isaiah Bradley at your side. A lunch at Blaze’s place out of the cosmos drew a flock of male pro golfers who were raring to go as a gulf storm had cut off one of their tournaments. Spare clubs had been bought by Johnny for you in this spur of the moment game to calm the pros that had a league of cameras in tow to go with those already following Johnny and those who dared to imagine to get a comment from you. “Have you ever played golf before?” Isaiah asked then said lowly, “Honestly I can’t stand the sport.”
Smirking up at him as Tiger was readying the ball you answered, “No, but it’s just a matter of mathematics.”
Back at you he smirked and leaned in to say, “Let’s see if we can make one of these so called pro’s cry today.” To yourself you chuckled and watched bodies far away crossing the almost impossibly kept greens for the 20 degree day set for snow later to watch the show.
Johnny was the one to turn as a pro called on him to go who looked your way, “Pluto should go first, distract you all for when I whack it in the pond.”
“You’re up then little miss,” said the same pro who shifted to whisper with his pro friends on subtle assumptions how your jean, sweater and boot clad self would play the hole as you shrugged out of your coat Isaiah took hold of for you.
“That guy used the chubby one, but they’ll all work if you hit it the right way would be my guess.” He said grinning to himself at your hushed giggle in selecting the one your bees agreed you should use as they worked the math for this hole. Golfers, very much unlike snipers have a very distinct way about calculating distance and force. But from this hole to the ninth not just the pros but the crowd who were filming the makeshift replacement game for the canceled one couldn’t speak if they tried when you teed up for the tenth in wait to see if you would match the records of ten hole in ones in a row or even surpass it.
Simple mathematics. Your answer and Eddie with the pros was able to gain a hefty chunk of change at their bets to see how many you could get. Hole ten to the final hole nothing really changed for you. Cold, hungry, bored out of your mind with this tedious sport of mostly waiting and shivering, even if profitable by betting, this hole had you ache to just sprint off home afterwards, more so that it had gotten dark and the club had broken out lights for the back leg of this game.
Seven of the ten pros in the group had gotten their own hole in ones as the others scored as close to par as possible after your third of the streak. Between urges to shiver you readied fingers around the grip of the club and gave it one last meticulously perfected swing to send the ball off in a perfect arch to have it roll right up to the hole and drop in. A reaction cemented in proof by the shouts and exclamations of the men by the hold manning the lights and holding the flag.
Isaiah the hero he was managed to slip you and Eddie out of sight to meet up with Johnny and Carter in the parking lot as the pros got swarmed by the press who wanted to know their next stops now they seemed fired up to compete officially again after such an inspiring match. “How did we end up playing golf, Johnny?”
That had him chuckle and say, “Had a bit of a debt with a demon, had to play against that guy in blue, he’s got a weird symbiotic thing through that guy likes to match people up against him. Not important, but he said I couldn’t find somebody to beat that guy, and you did.” He lifted a finger at your brow lifting look up at him and around his finger flames erupted and a ring of woven navy blue chain with aged silver pearls to form a bangle. “Said he took this from Queen Lagertha when she died,” your lips parted in locking eyes with him after having looked at the supposed rare piece. “Now I’m not old enough to know either way, but it’s really cool, and he says it burns him if he touches it and he’s kind of eager to get rid of it. Loves to wear his stolen goods and it infuriates him, apparently he’s been trying to unload it since he got it and I’m the only one to bite.”
Timidly off his burning fingers to his half hearted chuckle you lifted the piece to see it shimmer in a ripple of lights across it causing you to turn it over finding a series of runes there around the marker for Bor. “This was a gift from King Bor, it has her name on it.” Up at him you looked, “It’s Asgardian metal, like my locket it curses those who steal them. You got this for me?”
“Well it���s not my shade and Carter prefers hoop earrings.” Johnny joked making you giggle excitedly to Carter’s chuckle and grin your way.
Isaiah asked, “If it’s cursed would it curse you?”
Up at him you looked, “I can ask Heimdall or one of the Beserkers I know later.” And to Johnny you smiled saying, “Thank you, if it is hers this is beyond priceless.”
Carter said, “And I booked the aquarium, surprisingly open tonight and eager for a booking, whole place to ourselves and they have this swanky under the stars themed place to eat inside,” he said chuckling at the hugs you gave the duo who had stolen the time to give you the Christmas gifts early.
Pictures by morning of the bracelet confirmed for the jewelry mason amongst your Beserker contacts that it was hers, though unlike the locket they simply encouraged you to slip it on to see if you could wear it as you bore her name. At least for now as it didn’t burn your skin you had a new piece you could wear to the Yule festival, and if Yggdrasil guided you to where she was lain or a place sacred to her you would bury it and return it to her. And placing the bangle in a safe place some more work was to begin on the sail while you were still on break.
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Footage of the Christmas trees being air lifted to their new locations on a lunch break seen through a store front window that broke the news coverage of the inheritance battle instantly answered what the rings were. Transporter rings, just like the Rainbow Bridge to tap into a channel of Yggdrasil’s roots to send things from one ring and out the other. A realization that freed you to push harder now that you knew what you were aiming at and a goal to work towards. Materials would be confusing on how to make them stable and not risk a possible black hole or something as dangerous and would have you pause to keep working on the sail to keep both projects going and not to stalemate on either.
Pt 46
#Escaped Child Assassin#Eddie Brock#Venom#Peggy Carter#Tony Stark#Nick Fury#James Rhodes#Steve Rogers#Apologize Cap#Aftermath of Goblin Attack#The Shocker Attacks#Luke Cage#Spider-man#Surprise#Youngest Ever#Marvel#Electro#Lagertha's bracelet
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While he hasn't heard or seen anything from the witch, the werewolf has gone unbothered by the lacking presence of the witch. A warm body was not something he lacked, nor urged to lack, so in moments of desperate intimacy Krasimir made sure to fulfill his every need, even without Tyler.
Yes, one could say that the werewolf loved as if there hadn't been a witch basking in his silk sheets, and yet... when the traveling words about a redheaded witch spending time around vampires began to rise, Krasimir found himself clutching firmly around the objects in his hand, pens having broken on several occasions, each time brushed aside with; not his problem, not his witch, not his mate.
And still... with every lurking whispers within the supernatural world, the greedy ruler within his body sought to emerge, rise from its deeper depths and claim what he had seen as his. The idea of some dirty, cold-blooded nocturnal stinking up Tyler's skin with their festering rot casuing the werewolf's blood to boil with raging disgust; Tyler was clean of such inferior beings, he held the stench of his cologne and his marks, his... his... his.
Another pen broke, ink splattering out across the judge's documents.
"Fucking vampires." Krasimir growled under his breath, features twitching in a rage, a possessive tone coating his every word; " ... he thinks they are as good as me?" How dared he. How dared They to think that they could ever measure up to him, even begin the thought of comparing themselves to someone of his caliber? Him? The man who had conquered the moon and the night, slaughtered hundreds and thousands for the throne he once held, him, the emperor of ---
Reaching for his phone, Krasimir grabbed firmly onto it, bringing it to his ear as the sound of ringing went on and on...
He had slaughtered vampires once.
He'd do it again...
(Sorry not sorry I just had to write this AND I REGRET SENDING AN ASK BECAUSE I COULD HAVE WRITTEN A DRABBLE BUT NOW I CANT COPY PASTE IT AWAY AGAIN SO I AM SENDING TO YOU ANYWAY TALA)
Hazy and exhausted, with pleasant aches of dancing tired muscles and raw neck - Tyler was lost to the world of the current hour due to sleeping away his lack of iron and blood flow. It got a little addictive last night, no doubt about that, as he blearily thought on the happenings. Though he barely drank much - it wasn't one of the requirements in a vampire den clubhouse, alcohol made the blood thinner sure, but it also gave it an odd taste, so it was more due to the blood loss that his head was pounding so badly at the moment. Better than a head over, though - any day. Still it wasn't great, he felt like every fibre of the bedsheet was irritating him but it was nothing compared to the constant rumble of his phone on the sidetable and the vibration every three seconds that made his lashes crack open with a grumble. Flailing a lead-heavy arm from under the covers to pat the device out, he grabbed it with little knowledge of who it was calling. Though he knew it was a personal one, since his work phone was downstairs and on voice mail only.
Attention to the phone was a second or two forgotten though as he rolled over with a groan to pathetically rest the phone against the side of his face so he didn't have to hold it to his ear. "Hmm?" Tyler let his lashes close again, the ache of his joints too much for him to think more of a polite greeting to the other end of the device.
"Ty? Dude, you alive?"
"Mmno. Wa'sup?" Tyler felt his head clear out slowly with the panicked tone of his friend that introduced him to the vampire dens. They weren't exclusive, but the after parties were invitation only. The guy was an addict of the bite, from what he could tell. Tyler - though looking for a new thrill to fill the void with his current, he wasn't stupid enough to go without some protection charms to reject the addiction growing in his veins from vampire's venom etc. Still, to hear the relief and worry in Alex's tone held Tyler in confused limbo. "What's going on, Al?" He sat up a bit, hand now raising to his head to hold the device in place, as Alex breathed and huffed before speaking up again.
"Dude, vampires are dying out here. I woke up today to messages going haywire from the den." He started, Tyler guessed he was on his way to work. He was human, after all.
"What the fuck?" Tyler felt his skin tingle, a warning sign if he knew about it. "Shit, dude, are you okay? You safe?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm just a bite addict compared, think I'm low on the list if this was targetted. Dude, it's just terrifying. It's just odd, this den was really secretive this time, dude. Like, lips locked, persuasion sessions for newbies - locked tight." Alex and Tyler being magic blessed and trusted just enough to not be compelled into forgetting locations and the likes….
"But we didn't talk about it with anyone?" He stated with dread. "Fuck, was there someone undercover?" He hissed at that idea, because sure - whilst he wasn't a vampire and was under the radar of supernatural hunters. His face could have easily been spotted at the clubs. "Shit, I'll set up stronger wards, pop over after work and I'll set your place up too, just in case." Alex seemed a little more relaxed with that, knowing the legit magic zones Tyler was capable of, but with work now starting he had to hang up and told Ty to keep in touch and vice versa. Tyler's phone was placed in his lap as he remained in bed, staring into the emptiness of the room for a few minutes. Hands raising to his face to rub sleep aside and brush his hair back as he thought a bit harder. Was there anything off about the last few nights out? He couldn't get anything in his mind to stick out more than usual… Like Alex said, these dens were like fort knox in their security and secrecy.
"Shit man." He sighed out and rubbed his eyes for the nth time before forcing himself to get out of bed with a hiss. Shower first, food and then whatever's next.
By the time, he was making himself an overlord of a breakfast plate of some beef and liver bites with tofu and spinach omelettes. He set up lunch with a chaotic mesh of beans and lentil curry stew, he might add tofu to that later too, but for now, it was a good meal to start with as he sat at his kitchen table and dived into filling his face up. A delicious meal for sure, he was also careful in taking some iron tabs, might as well as go out of his usual to make up for the loss. His body was red in areas from vampire bites he noted in the bathroom - so a touch of healing ointment on those lessened the brightness, he was sure by the end of the day they'd be gone too. Specially on his neck, Christ.
As he was finishing up his meal for the morning and feeling a little more energized, he was in the middle of washing up his plates and frying pan when his phone rang off again. Taking a second to dry his hands and pluck it up, he found himself heating over at the name on the screen. Shit --- he was a whore for this guy. Tyler couldn't deny that about himself, still - they left on a sour note last time.
It was awkward? Did Krasimir even care at this point? Wasn't he just another hole, compatible with his demands? And what delicious commands they were - fuck, don't get sidetracked! The whole reason he drunkenly agreed to Alex's invitation to these dens in the first place. Sighing out and willing his brain to get out of the memory lane of being bent over every surface under those hands, he swiped his thumb over the screen to settle it against his ear.
"Business hours are closed today, Krasimir." Tyler was proud of himself, he couldn't crumble here. He was putting his foot down, no matter how much he wanted to be on his knees for this man. Fuck. "You need something urgent?"
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ik this might be controversial but i think bp’s music is going downhill, esp listening to the recent teaser for shut down
disclaimer: i am NOT against the girls in any way, the only hate i intend to direct remotely in their way is to teddy and yg for giving bad music
as a classical music enjoyer, i think its pretty insulting of teddy to use paganini’s la campanella.
a lot of violinists associate paganini (im gonna refer to him as pag from here) with pain (reasonable, since the technique is insane). other than violinists, every single other instrument also has their own ‘pag’ (e.g ibert for flute, bottesini for double bass etc) where either the technique, musicality or both need a lot of skill and consistent practice.
personally, i think its about time society moved on from stereotyping classical music as the ‘most famous composers’ (beethoven, mozart, bach, pag etc) and the ‘most famous pieces’ (beethoven’s 5th, nachtmusik, fugue in d minor, 24 caprices etc). other than these big names, we could all explore the different composers, like debussy (relatively big in the classical community) or scarlatti (not super well-known but one of my favs).
other than pag, there are a lot more issues w the music, like how every single song has the same format
the pattern i noticed very frequently is
-> intro, usually with gradually increasing volume of the instrumental to build up tension to jennie’s first verse
-> lisa sometimes has a short part here to continue the rap flow
-> rosé’s verse
-> jisoo’s prechorus
-> jennie + lisa have main chorus, with occasional adlibs from the vocals
-> lisa rap
-> jennie rap in the same verse
-> jisoo’s verse, usually copy-paste from rosé’s verse
-> rosé’s prechorus, usually copy-paste from jisoo’s verse
-> lisa + jennie swap parts for main chorus, so do jisoo + rosé
-> rosé has first half of bridge
-> jisoo has second half of bridge
-> rosé might have a little continuation of the bridge
-> outro + dance break, where all the members’ voices are put together
there are one or two songs which dont use this format very strictly (mainly their older ones) but most of them are some variation of this. this is kinda like a formula for line distribution too, so the vocals get less lines generally compared to the rappers.
about the music itself, i notice that the entire track is basically a few samples and some simple chords threaded together and put on loop, relying quite a lot on the bass beat
you can see this quite obviously in pink venom, hylt and 4d. if you pay attention to the instrumental in the chorus, you can quickly identify the beat and find it in the other verses.
as an ex-vocalist, i hear a lot of voice straining and lack of support for the vocalists. however, since i am neither a rapper nor a dancer, i cannot comment on the girls’ rapping and dancing, other than the fact that they are enjoyable. i will also not cover their live vocals and stability, because you cant pinpoint exactly when someone is singing live in the industry.
both vocalists have a lot of potential in their voices, since both of them have a unique, distinguishable tone.
for jisoo, her vocals have pretty good support, but she tends to strain instead of using her head voice when the notes are higher than her chest voice range.
for rosé, she could try to strain her voice less, like jisoo. her vocal support is also somewhat rudimentary at best. she could try to practice using her diaphragm more, along with some other technique exercises.
yes, there are definitely a lot more reasons why their music isnt good, other than all these points i mentioned.
as i mentioned in the disclaimer, the purpose of this post is NOT to hate on the girls. if anyone here is to hate, it should be teddy and yg ent.
anygays thank you for coming to my tedtalk 🫶
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I know none of y'all asked but I had this game idea and so I put a fuckton of ideas for it in a Google doc. Here is the copy-paste of it
IF YOU VALUE YOUR SANITY, SCROLL PAST THIS NOW
THE GOOGLE DOC FOR THE SPIDER CLOWN HORROR GAME BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT IG
Clowns that move like spiders
They can unhinge their jaw like a snake
When they open their mouth they can make teeny tiny spiders
Clown makeup is all drippy and creepy and bad
They have spiderwebs but they're actually just balloon animals
Chase sequence with jester. No music, just jingle jingle jingle
VENOMOUS CLOWNS
Science experiments? Splicing Clown DNA with Spider?
2 main types, Clown and Jester
Clown noises include: horn, nose honk, the Clown song, dripping, laughter
Jester noises include: bells, laughter of the “hee-hoo” variety
Where there is a Jester, there is a King. King Clowder? Clider? Splown? Spider Clown.
King Jester Clown boss fight!
Boss fight after the previously mentioned Jester chase
Jesters are smaller than Clowns.
Rodeo Clown Spider! Upper half of a clown, bottom half of a spider. Think drider but a thousand times worse and no horny. Also cowboys because YES.
MIMES. MAGIC. CLOWN. SPIDERS.
I BOTH AM AND AM NOT SORRY.
Also I do take constructive criticism so ye
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