#[ THEY SHOULDN ' T HAVE TRIED TO ATTACK ME . ]

[dave-the-tech-guy]

ohmy head is hurting again . oh No

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Thank you for doing this. There is not enough critical Bakugou content or real consequences for his behaviour and actions. And sorry for any kind of mistakes englisch is a foreign language for me.

I agree with you on this situation. Bakugou attacked an unconscious person and threatened violence. The teachers had to make sure he wouldn´t hurt someone, while their way wasn´t right and he shouldn´t attend the ceremony or should be disqualified his behaviour was concerning. But again he didn´t get consequences or at least anger management or so bec,ause it wasn´t the first time. The teachers are kind of incompetent and suck at their job. Everyone is bashing All Might for the things he did at the beginning which weren´t quite fine but HE tried and learned to be better at his job, while everyone praises Aizawa who does a bad job. His lie at the beginning would make it hard for the students to trust him, he didn´t do anything against Bakugou´s behaviour when he attacked Midoriya, insults his classmates and so on but he singled out Midoriya without learning the context prior an then he says about himself he is the logical one. When Aizawa was introduced as the logical character I thought for moment maybe he will do something about Bakugou, that hope died like five minutes later.

And about Bakugou throws temper tantrum like a child. Yes. He overheard Todoroki´s past and issues so he knew what was going on but did he the logical and right thing? No he demanded that Todoroki use his fire and not because it would hepl him no Bakugou wanted it for HIS EGO. And of course he won and got no consequences being disqualifed or so.

This no consequences thing is also areason why I think his supposed character development isn´t written good and it is mostly told to us but we don´t see much of it.

Sorry for the rant. I don´t know if it is a trope but there is this whole thing were fans claim that Bakugou had no fault because he was always praised and had apparently no power over his actions. While it is true that our environment can has effect on us and often has even he should have known that telling someone to kill themself is wrong. Also I can´t imagine that everywhere he went it was always perfect for him and no one ever criticized him besidnes Midoriya at the beginning.

All of this. You've highlighted several of the issues I have with Katsuki, Shota, and Hori's writing

[heliarosewrites]

Chapter 15 - Goodbye

The aircraft shook as it started its descended towards the ground. You held onto Loki. He was stiff and you sensed something was off, but you didn’t bother asking. You never did. Even though your intuition often was more than correct, you didn’t want to pry. 

Loki made circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. “If they try to arrest me” Loki whispered. “I´ll fight them off” you said. “No” he said. You rolled your eyes. “Yes” you argued. “I don´t want to be there if you´re not” you said. “You can´t just let them take you. That´s no fun” you tried to joke. 

Loki squeezed your hand. 

With a slight thud you landed. 

“Ready?” Steve asked as he emerged from the cockpit. Loki kept silent. Something was definitely off. Loki would always make comments. 

You nodded and loosened the buckle that fastened you to the seat. You bit the inside of your cheek as Loki offered you, his arm. You hooped your arm through it and kissed his cheek gently. 

“Please don´t do anything stupid” you whispered. You felt Steve´s eyes on you. But the noise around you was too loud for him to hear your words for Loki. 

The door lowered and with a thud it hit the ground. Arm in arm you walked down the ramp right behind Steve. You made sure to walk a step in front of Loki. If anyone tried to do anything. You would stop them.

No one, except for the maintenance crew, greeted you. Some of them shared strange looks. You didn´t know if it was because of you or Loki. You had learned that no one really knew that Loki was behind the alien attacks in New York a few years ago. 

You tightened your grip around Loki’s arm. You had been locked in your room your entire stay, until you had attacked Nat that was. If any of them recognized you, it must have been from when you arrived with Thor. 

Steve had left you and Loki in the acceptance hall. “Wait here” Steve said before he left. You nodded and faced Loki. It was strange seeing him in the world. He looked so put together. So royal. Of course he did. He was royal. A prince. The god of mischief. Like you, he had grown. His hair was longer, curlier. He was more handsome than now. Before he had been more pretty. And thank the norns he had learned to keep his mouth shut. 

“You got to be kidding me” you heard from behind you. You turned and saw Nat coming from behind the doorway. Her eyes were filled with anger when she looked at Loki. She came towards the two of you and you pushed Loki behind you. She was ready to attack. “Get out of the way” she hissed. “Calm down Nat” you said. But Nat didn´t listen. Her arm flew up. Something glinted in her hand. A dagger. Your arm flew up and with ease you grabbed hold of her wrist. “Calm down” you said. Nat´s eyes widened slightly. “Didn’t know you could fight” she said. You shrugged in response. She tried to twist out of your firm grip on her. Somehow you already knew her next move. She dropped the dagger, but you grabbed it before it fell into her other hand. 

She looked confused. 

“Please, Nat” you said as you held her still with a firm grip. “He shouldn´t be here” she said as she pulled loose. “I know” you said. “He should be dead” she added. You handed her the dagger back. She took it and fastened it in her belt. “I know” the words left your lips harsh. Nat eyes darted between you and Loki before she released you and backed away. “It’s good to see you” she said. “Thing´s been a mess since you left” she added as she adjusted her clothes. “I noticed on the news” you said. 

“I heard there´s a girl here?” you asked. “Wanda” Nat said. “She reminds me of you” she added. “In a good way I hope” you said. “Definitely” she smiled. You liked the way she smiled. It softened her face, made her look happy. And from what you could tell. She had not had a happy and joyful life she deserved. Her eyes focused back to Loki. “Keep Mr. Loverboy over there close or he’ll be dead in hours” she said before she gave you a hug. “And I mean it. It´s good to have you back” she whispered. 

Nat left. She kept her eyes on Loki the whole way until she turned the corner. 

Loki rushed to your side once she left. “Are you hurt?” he asked. “No, not at all” you said and gave him a small smile. “I can fend for myself you know” you said as you adjusted the sleeves on your sweater. “Oh, I know” he said before he smiled to himself. 

The door where Steve had left, opened. Out strolled Tony. “I see Reindeer Games isn´t dead after all” he said before he added “Shocking” as if he had foreseen it the whole time. Steve followed behind him but stopped in the doorway. “Steve told me you needed my help” you said. “I´ll give it to you more than willingly, if he can stay too” you said and gestured towards Loki. Loki changed oddly in your grip. He wasn’t going to be able to stay was he? You gave him a quick look before you turned your attention back to tony.  “Sure” he said. He had come up to you and was fiddling with something in his hand. “We´ll let the killer live among us” he added. It sounded like a reference from one of the movies you had watched at the cabin. 

“I admit I have made mistakes” Loki said from behind you. “I won´t do it again” he added. “And we’re just gonna take your word for it?” Tony raised a brow. Your chest started to tighten out if anxiety. If they wouldn´t forgive him and take him in to the warmth, they would capture him and lock him up. 

You really hadn’t thought this through. 

“I trust her, though” he said and pointed at you. “If she trusts you, so be it” he said. “But if you mess up, we´ll lock you right up” Tony said and threw whatever was in his hand at you. “That goes if you hurt her as well” he added. You caught the small item with the help from you magic. Tony wasn´t exactly the best at throwing things. You opened your hand, and it revealed the golden band with the emerald green stones. 

Your engagement ring.

“Thought you might want that back” he said. For some reason he shot Steve a look. You didn´t say thank you. It wasn’t for him to take, not for anyone to take. You put the ring in the pocket of your trousers. You felt Loki´s eyes on your hand as you did so. 

“Where´s the girl?” you asked. You were truly curious about her. “You´ll meet her tomorrow” Tony said. “It´s late and she needs rest” he added. “I understand” you said. “Don´t have too much fun” Tony said as he eyes Loki. He wasn´t welcome here, you felt it. It was as if it hung in the air. Tony turned around and walked towards the door. He waved you off as he disappeared. 

You grabbed Loki´s hand. 

“The room you had, has been adjusted slightly” Steve said. “Nat did the most of the planning” he smiled before he left the same way Tony had. You were all alone with Loki again.  You turned around and looked up at Loki. “You have to promise me you won´t do anything stupid” you said. Loki laughed. “I´m serious” you were. Loki coughed slightly. ´I can´t lose you´ you wanted to say but didn’t. 

“I promise I won´t do anything stupid” he said. He didn´t sound sincere at all, but honestly, what could you expect? 

“Why didn´t you put on the ring” he asked as you walked down the corridor to your room. You stopped. “Is this what this is about?” you asked. “I love you, Loki” you said. “A ring doesn’t change that” you elaborated. Loki said nothing his featured changed. It clearly mattered to him. “Loki, I didn´t think it mattered” you said as you reached into your pocket. The ring was cool against your skin. And you put it on your finger. It still fit perfectly. “After everything, I thought it wouldn´t matter too much to you” you said as you studied the ring. 

“It doesn´t” said Loki as he reached for your other hand. He tried to act it off, but you knew better. “What´s wrong?” you asked as your hand brushed across his eyebrows. “Nothing” he said as his jaw clenched. He wouldn´t tell you. At least not here where anyone could eavesdrop.

It was only a few doors until you reached your old room. You opened the door and indeed, it had been changed. The wall was a light green colour. The bed was bigger with white bedspreads. Several plants spread across the room alongside a lot more books stacked in shelves all around the room. A television and a comfy chair in front of it in the corner. Nat must have noticed how you would gently rub your fingers across the leaves and heal the plants found across the compound. The Midgardians didn´t take care of their plants too well. You noticed even the air was heavier, more polluted here on earth than back home in Asgard. 

The room was bigger than it had been before, and you noticed a door leading to what you assumed lead to a small bathroom. 

“Oh” you said. “Didn´t look like this the last time I was here” you explained. You walked over to open the door at the opposite wall and did indeed find a bathroom. However, it was not small. A big sink in front of a big mirror surrounded by minimalistic cabinets. There was even a bathtub. “Definitely didn´t look like this” you said as you returned to Loki. He was standing by the dresser with his back turned to you. 

You stopped. 

“Loki?” you almost whispered. “What´s wrong?” you asked as you stepped towards him. He didn´t turn to face you or acknowledge your question at all. He hunched slightly over. “Hey” you said as you studied him from the side. His eyes were blank. “I want to give you the world” he said. “I want to show you off. To cover you in the finest silks and emeralds. To give you everything you´d ever want. Everything you deserve” he started. Was this really what this was about? Because you felt like there was something else bothering him. “But I started digging this hole, and now I can´t get out” he finished and turned to look at you. The expression of his face made your chest ache. “I don´t want any of that” you said. “I don´t want the fine silks or emeralds. All I want is you Loki” you said truthfully. His eyebrows tugged slightly together. Why couldn´t he understand you really cared about him? Was he really this damaged? “I don´t care for any of the things you could give me, as long as I can have you” you repeated. Your hand reached out and touched Loki´s shoulder. “I love you Loki. Not the things you can give me or not”. You truly didn´t care for what he could have provided for you if things had gone the way they initially should have. 

“Why are you like this?” he asked rhetorically as he looked away again. He didn´t sound angry. “Like what?” you asked. A pang of unknown guilt spread across your chest. “Too good” he said as he turned around. He rubbed his face with his hand before they brushed through his hair trailing his scalp. He let out a sharp breath. 

“You think I am too good for you?” you asked as you threw out your hands. “I know you are too good for me y/n” Loki said. His eyes had become slightly red from when he had rubbed them. You sighed out of confusion. “I left you over and over, and you still welcome me like you would welcome someone home when I return” Loki said. “It is never my reason-” you started but stopped yourself. “Forgiveness” you said calmly. “I forgive you every single time Loki, because I know you can do better. Be better. You can´t say I am too good for you when you haven´t even tried” your voice was surprisingly sturdy. The argument, if that was what one could call it died down as Loki looked at you.

His eyes were bright. But there was still something that hung in the air. Something you wouldn´t dare to think about. What was he keeping from you?

“I don´t deserve you” he muttered. You sighed. “No, you do not” you said giving in to his claims. “Happy now?” you asked before turned away. You needed to open one of the windows. The air was too heavy. 

Loki snatched your wrist as you turned. 

“You´ve changed,” he said. It didn´t sound like he meant it in a negative way. “Of course I have changed” you said. “Even though you have a hard time believing people care about you, they do. I do. Way too much. Seeing you die twice… I wouldn´t be human if I didn´t change” you said. Loki´s grip on your arm loosened. “I was set on living the rest of my life without you. Alone” you admitted. “I wouldn´t want you to. If I-” Loki started. “There are so many good suitors for you, y/n” he said. “I don´t want that” you said.  “All I want is you” you whispered. “But that is selfish” you said. Loki´s hand dropped from your side. You looked away from him. You walked over to the window and opened it slightly. Fresh air blew into the room. The setting sun felt warm against your skin. 

You closed your eyes as you let out a sharp breath. 

They snapped open as a hand slid across your back. You hadn´t heard him sneak up on you, but it didn´t shock you considering his steps usually never loud. You felt his breath against your ear and neck. His body pressed against yours. You felt him breath you in. “I want to be yours” he whispered. His hands moved up and to your front. You leaned into him and his touch. You felt his breath against your ear. “Say that again?” you asked. “I want to be yours” he repeated, and you felt something flutter in your chest which made you smile. There was something wrong though. All your senses told you so. 

“It´s late” you said as you turned and kissed Loki´s cheek. You walked over to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and walked over to the bathroom. Loki watched you the whole way. You quickly brushed your teeth and washed your face. You changed into the t-shirt and went back into the room. Loki had turned off the lights and had changed into nothing but his briefs. You felt your cheeks flush slightly. “The bath is ready if you want to brush your teeth” you said as you moved to put down your old clothes.  Loki jumped off the bed and walked into the bathroom. 

You laid down on the opposite side of where Loki had sat on the bed. The bed was soft and the sheets warm. As you snuggled under them, you heard the door open, and Loki emerged. Soon the bed beside you dipped. 

“Good night” you said. “Good night, love” he answered. A small smile crept upon you lips before you snuggled up to him. You rolled to you side and Loki welcomed you to put your head upon his chest as well as your leg going over his and under the other. Loki made small circles upon your shoulder, and you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Until you fell into a deep sleep. 

☾

When you woke up strong arms held you pinned against Loki´s body and you felt and heard his slight snore. You wanted to lay there for ever. To feel his skin against yours.  You closed your eyes again. You laid there counting Loki’s breaths for a while. His grip around you was still tight. You didn’t mind. 

You closed your eyes again. The sun hadn´t peaked through the windows yet, and it wouldn´t shock you if it was only around three in the night. Though things might seem like it at first, things wouldn´t just magically fix themselves once Loki re-entered your life. And still, there was something about to happen. Something bad. 

You opened your eyes again before you tried to wriggle out of Loki´s grip. Once you got lose you stood up and tied the robe around your bodice. The floor was cold but you didn´t care as you walked over to the window overlooking the forest. The moon hung peacefully in the sky. The stars surrounding them were so foreign. This wasn´t like Asgard. You had spent hundreds of years studying the sky in the night, but here it was different. It wasn´t even the same moon as back home. 

You clutched your hand above your chest. Trying to soothe the slight pain laying beneath the skin. The stars shone so beautifully, but all you could think about was how much you missed home. Loki´s snores made you smile slightly though. What was it you missed about home exactly? You missed your parents, Idunn and Erik. But most of all you missed Loki. But he was laying right in front of you. Your eyes wandered to his sleeping body. He looked so peaceful there, almost like a child. How he could ever have done the horrible things he had done puzzled you. 

“I love you” you whispered. You knew he couldn´t hear you. He was asleep. But you needed to say it. To let it out. You stood there just watching him. Loki opened his eyes, and his voice was hoarse from sleep. “I didn´t mean to wake you” you said as you walked towards the bed and laid down. “You didn´t” he said. “Besides, waking up to someone saying I love you isn´t the worst way” he added. So, you had woken him. Loki lifted the covers for you to join him under them. “Please, come back to bed” he pleaded. You went under and your nose and forehead planted itself in his chest. His arms wrapped around you. 

“I miss home too” he whispered. You let out a breath you didn´t even notice you held in. You placed a kiss right in between his pecs. “I miss how thing were before” he said. His voice was so deep and soft. “I often wonder how things would have been if I hadn´t let go at the bridge” he said. You had wondered that too. Maybe not too much though. You knew it could never bee, so why spend time dreaming of lost causes? “We would probably be married by now” you whispered. Your fingers gently stroked Loki´s skin. His hand travelled through your hair. “You would have been the most beautiful bride Asgard had ever seen” Loki said. Something seemed off. There was something he wasn’t telling you. 

The little girl´s dream in the back of your mind. You thought you had grown away from the idea. Marriage had become less important to you. Marriage was not a goal in itself. Finding a person, the right person, you would love as much as you did Loki didn´t seem like it had been in the cards for you. But here you were. 

“It will never be like that. Not with us” you said. Loki could not return to Asgard, at least not now. Neither could you. Loki tensed slightly before he realized beneath you. “Do you think we will ever live ordinary lives?” you asked. “I think our definitions of ´ordinary lives´ differ quite a bit, love” he said. You huffed before you smiled to yourself. Loki had never known the life outside of the palace. You had grown up on the farm. You had had servants and other´s who helped out from time to time, but that was nothing compared to how Loki had been surrounded by guards and maids at all times. At least you could imagine that was how he had been raised. 

“We could get married here” you said. “If you want to, of course” you added quickly. There was still something in your mind trying to deny that Loki was in love with you. Maybe you had issues from before, or maybe it was the fact that he had died on you on several occasions. He acted in a different way when you were together with other people. But he was in love with you. He wanted you and no one else. Why couldn´t you see it? Let it happen. Be happy. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and stopping the world from hurting you.  It was the feeling that you were destined for more. For worse. You didn´t feel good. Not anymore. You had experienced too much pain to be good. 

“I don´t think they will let me out freely” Loki said. He hadn´t declined your proposal. “I´ve seen the Midgardian weddings in films” you said before you lifted your head to look into Loki´s eyes. “They don´t compared to Asgardian´s of course” you smiled. You remember your sister’s wedding. How beautiful her dress was. How beautiful she was. The party lasted for several days. 

Of course you knew a wedding here was unlikely to happen. A wedding between the two of you were maybe impossible in this lifetime. 

Then you asked the question that had bothered you the whole time. “When do you have to leave?” You asked hoping for a truthful response. 

“When the sun rises” he said. “That soon huh?” you said and your hand laid flat on his chest. Loki said nothing. 

“Please let me come with you” you said. You felt Loki’s chest sink beneath you. “You know you can’t” he said. His voice was not as sturdy as it usually was. “I’ll disguise myself” you said. You knew of several spells that could help you. “No” Loki said. “Please” you started. “I know I can never be your first priority. But please let you be mine” you said as you pushed yourself up. Loki froze beneath you. The sun had peaked in through the curtains. 

Your heart dropped. He was leaving. 

He looked at you. Something in him shifted. He pushed you off him before he stood up. With a quick spell he was dressed in fine Asgardian robes. He looked and gave off the wrong vibe. It was as if he had become another person. 

“I have a confession to make” he said before he turned away from you. He looked deranged for a second. Almost sinister. “I don’t think we will ever meet again” he said. “I just needed to make sure you weren’t in the wrong hands” he added as he adjusted the cuffs on his wrists. 

He came up to you. You sat still on the bed. Nothing went through your mind, except the fear of what was going on and what was going to happen next. He stroked your cheek gently. His touch was cold. “What’s going on?” You asked. You got out of bed. The robe wrapped around your waist. Tears were starting to roll down your cheeks, but you didn’t wipe them away. “Loki, I love you” you said. He looked at you with the sinister look. “No you don’t” he said. “And I never loved you” he said. Your eyes shut. Stop you wanted to say but you felt as though you had been run over by horses. You were horrorstruck. “You were just a thing for me to play with” he said. “I’ve grown tired” he said. You felt him move away from you. “This is it then?” you cried. Loki said nothing. “You are wrong Loki. I love you. But I won’t bother you anymore. I won’t be in your life” you said. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you closed your eyes. 

“Goodbye” was his last words. A slight swoosh sounded through the room, and you opened your eyes.  And just like that he was gone. 

“Goodbye” you whispered into the empty room. 

There were no thoughts in your head. Just a slight ringing and pressure. 

What was he doing? He couldn’t behave like that. But he had. Something in your chest ached. It wasn’t like before. No, this was not as hopeless. Before an accident had separated the two of you. Now it was him. He had told you he didn’t want anything to do with you. Was there someone else? You refused to believe he never had felt something for you. 

You moved to the chair in front of the TV and turned it on. There was nothing that caught your interest, but you didn’t turn the tv off. You didn’t like the quietness of the room. 

“Fuck it” you whispered to yourself before you jumped out of the chair and pulled on clothes for running. Everything was dark green or black. With a quick spell you changed them to dark blue. You braided your hair and went for them door. You needed to get out. The door opened soundlessly, and you snuck out making sure you wouldn’t wake anyone else. This was your problem, not theirs. 

The door leading outside slid open and the cool morning air hit you. You started running without having a clue where you were heading. The birds hadn’t even started to chirp.  You ran for miles until you stumbled upon a small water source. Perfect you thought. You stripped down to your underwear before you, without a thought, lounged yourself into the water. It was cold, but nothing compared to what you had experienced before. You started swimming around and around the pond. Once you were out of breath you floated on you back. The sun was set high in the sky and warmed your skin. You closed your eyes and focused on the water around you. 

You had no concept of time. What made you open your eyes was something covering the sun. A small object was flying above you. It looked to be of Tony’s creation.  You swam to sure and dried off with a spell before you got back into the blue clothes. As you pulled your sweater over your head you noticed the ring on your finger. A knot formed in your stomach but you ignored it. You stepped close to the edge if the water and removed the ring. You didn’t want to get rid of it, not really. But you had no other choice. You placed it In your dominant hand and gave it a good look before you threw it with all the force you could manage. It flew halfway across the pond and a small plop sounded as it broke the waters surface. 

You ran back to the compound, and you could hear the item above you the whole way. 

All your feeling were pushed to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to handle them; you didn’t need to. You had already mourned him twice. There was nothing for you to do about the fact that he didn´t want you anymore. 

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“I’m not going to run off” you said as you passed Tony in the hall.. “Well, you basically did” said tony. His arms crossed over his chest. He followed you to the kitchens. “You are not supposed to leave the compound” he said. “It’s dangerous” he said. “I can fend for myself” you argued. “Exactly” he commented. The realisation hit worse than expected. 

“And where’s Loki?” He asked. He was clearly mad. “He left” you said as you took a sip of water. “Left?” Tony repeated. “Yes” you said as you put down the glass. “He won’t return” you added before you turned to face him. He looked confused. «I thought you two were-“ tony didn’t get to finish his sentence. “So did I” you broke him off. As realisation hit him his expression changed. “Oh” he said. “I’m sorry” he added. “Don’t be” you said before you chugged the content of the glass. 

“Where’s the girl?” You asked. “The girl?” He repeated. “Shouldn’t you be watching bad romance movies and eating a bucket of ice cream?” He asked. You didn’t understand what he meant, but it didn’t sound healthy. “Never mind” he said. Before he cleared his throat. “Wanda is in her room” he said. “Which room?” You asked. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked. You dropped what you had in your hands. “Look, I can’t change the fact he doesn’t want me. I refuse to be sad over him again. I mourned his death twice-“. Tony’s expression changed. “I have much more respect for myself now than I did then” you added. 

“So please. I want to meet the girl and help her to the best of my abilities”.

[picturejasper20]

Pink and the Diamonds

The relationship between Pink and the Diamonds is always presented in the series as very complicated.There is this side of them that shows they really care about Pink such as in the song ¨What´s the use of feeling blue?¨, when Blue and Yellow found out that Pink wasn´t shattered or when we see Blue mourning over Pink´s shattering in ¨Steven Dream¨.It´s easy to guess from many moments and lines that the Diamonds really loved her.

On the other hand, there was this more cruel,controling and abusive side of them. Those moments when they ignored her constanly, when Blue would lock up Pink inside a tower or when they kept her separated from ¨lower gems¨. This cruel side seemed to be motivated by them trying to make Pink act like a Diamond and follow their role in Homeworld´s system.

To analyse their relationships i´m going to talk about them separately since each one is different from the other:

Blue Diamond and Pink

¨I should've done more. Yellow says it'll all be over soon. I wonder what you would think. This is your planet, after all. I still think it is.¨

Out of all the three diamonds,Blue appears to be the one that was closest with Pink. According to ¨Familiar¨ Blue loved watching Pink singing on the bottom of the pool. When she first found about the truth about Rose she held Steven near her while crying tears of happiness, relieved to see Pink again. She also appeared to be the most affected by Pink´s shattering, severeal hints in the series show she suffered from depression and she deeply regret her ¨death¨.

 While all the three Diamonds represent a toxic mother figure to some extent, Blue´s case is the most obvious one. She appeared to be the one that used her powers against Pink the most. She tried teaching her how to ¨behave¨ and the one who was in charge of her punishments.

On the other hand she let Pink bend the rules at times and sometimes encouraged her fun side. Blue also preserved the zoo, earth gems and Rose Quartzes just to not forget about Pink. As she said to Yellow in ¨That will be all¨: 

¨Yellow, she made them. This is all we have left of her. These Gems, this place, and the Earth.¨

Blue´s abuse to Pink is more subtle since her niceness was sometimes used to emotionally manipulate Pink by treating her like a child who is not capable of taking care of herself.

Yellow Diamond and Pink

¨I want my own planet! I deserve it! I'm just as important as you!¨  

¨Then why don't you act like it, Pink?!¨  

Yellow is a gem who prefers hiding her emotions. She seems to be more focused on her Diamond duties than Blue is. Homeworlds system is very important to her but so its her love for Pink.

Yellow considered that Pink wasn´t ready to run a colony on her own. Often she treated her more like a annoyance when she had to spend time with her. She was quite neglectful because she was always busy with giving orders to other gems and checking her colonies.

While Yellow appears to be rational, she can get very emotional when it comes to people she cares about: When Peridot mentioned that she didn´t approve Yellow´s plan to destroy the Earth, she became incredibly enraged and put the  Diamond Communicator on self-destruct mode. This was because Yellow wanted to get rid of everything that remind her of Pink, like Earth, the zoo and the Rose Quartzes.

¨Drowning in all this regret? / Wouldn't you rather forget her?

Ohh! Won't it be grand to get rid of it all?

Let's make a plan of attack! Start looking forward and stop looking back!¨

In the song ¨What´s the use of feeling Blue¨ her desire to destroy the Rose Quartzes and Earth seems to be motivated by her wanting to forget about the past on contrast with Blue Diamond. Yellow blames herself for Pink´s shattering saying they shouldn´t have given a colony to her.

¨How miserable. I knew Pink couldn't handle her own colony. But, I gave in. And now, I'm to blame for her fate.¨

In the end, Yellow cared deeply about Pink, she just doesn´t show her emotions as often as Blue does.

White Diamond and Pink

¨As for me, I'm certain I don't need you. After all, I'm every color of the light! But you're a part of me… the part I always have to repress¨ 

White and Pink is one of most mysterious relationship in the series. However, through small hints and additional material, it´s easy to see that White was very controlling with Pink and their relationship was very distant.

¨Pink was as silly as she was small. She was impossible to understand, impossible to ignore, and impossible to control.¨  White Diamond, The Tale of Steven.

Blue and Yellow mentioned in ¨Familiar¨ how they used to be closer and how White locked herself up in her own head after Pink´s shattering. It´s very likely that White did this as way to pretent that nothing ever happened and to not show any emotions since emotions meant weakness to White, and weakness meant to be flawed.

White always assumed what it was best for Pink, she knew better than her. In her eyes, Pink was a silly naive gem who couldn´t make choices on her own and needed to be controlled every second.

And while she didn´t say it out loud, her love for Pink is her weakness. In Change your mind she thought that Pink was hiding in Steven, she was desperate to prove that the little gem was still alive and didn´t want to believe she was gone.

Finding out that Steven was just Steven was what made her break down and realize how wrong she was about everything. In reality, she was in denial of  Pink´s shattering and wanted to pretend to that she was fine. 

That´s why she hide in her own spaceship and avoided talking with everyone. She was obsessed with being this perfect flawless leader that knew what was best for all gems.

While their relationship was cold and distant, she still cared (and cares) about Pink. 

In conclusion: Pink´s relationship with the Diamonds was very complicated. In this analysis i talked about how they really loved her. The main issue was that their very toxic and controlling parenting pushed Pink away. Their obsession with keeping everything under control on Homeworld prevented them from having a healthy relatioship with her and was what finally broke them apart.

I think it´s very interesting how the writers showed that an very authoritarian regime can destroy families and make parents develop a very toxic mentality that ends up hurting their kids. It not only hurts the society but also what is personal for us.

Note: Gifs are from Steven universe wikia

[laceymorganwrites]

Shallow love

Word count: 2,128

Pairing: Nacht x reader

Warnings: SPOILER ALERT, swearing, teeny bit of gore, insecurities, I probaby butchered his character >.< I´m so sorry, baby

A/N: NACHT APPEARS IN TODAY´S EPISODE SO OMG I HAD TO POST THIS!!!!

okay so

Nacht is my second favorite Black Clover character and yes, I am currently: freaking out. also he has Dabi´s VA so: perfection. 

I will definitely post more about him in the future! I just wanted to get this out today since it just fit so well <333 I´ll be back to regular posting in April

You didn´t think that you would ever be able to feel peace again and go back to your normal life after the attack of the Diamond kingdom.

And yet here you were, in the calm after the storm.

It was weird. Everything was in chaos, the villages and overall buildings were even more destroyed than when the eye of the midnight sun attacked.

Everything was as per usual at the Black Bull´s base, nothing out of the ordinary except for Yami forcing Nacht to stay now.

You´ve known him for a long time now, being the first member of the squad, and you never could read him. He always intrigued you.

And yet he also always made you distance yourself from him.

Nacht was the type of guy who was too blunt for his own good. You appreciated honesty, but he just always made it hurt.

You knew full well that you weren´t an innocent little lamb, but who was?

What irked you most about him was how badly he thought and spoke about his own squad, to this day you asked yourself why he even joined in the first place, he could´ve just as easily denied Yami´s order.

Sure, Yami could be persistent, but that wouldn´t stop someone like Nacht.

There had to be more to the two of them but over the years you learned that you just didn´t want to know.

Every time you approached Nacht about it he just shut you off and reminded you of all your flaws again.

Like he always did. With everyone.

Except for Asta, like everyone, he took a liking to the little guy.

Though, you had to admit Nacht seemed more open and approachable after the war. And yet you didn´t.

Instead you watched him at first reluctantly, over time without any hesitation, becoming rather friendly, talking to the rest of the squad.

In all those years you have known him you always asked yourself whether you really did. You highly doubted it.

You just couldn´t figure him out. Did he just wear a mask? Were all of his infuriating smiles for show? Was it all a game to him? What were his goals?

And why…

No. You didn´t want to think about that.

What was the point anyway? Anyone got a crush at some point, the only difference was that crushes usually didn´t last this long.

Especially if said person didn´t pay you any mind unless they were insulting you.

Nacht mostly stayed to himself, making it known he didn´t want anything to do with the rest of the squad.

Though like anyone else who stayed with them for a long amount of time, he warmed up to everyone. Still, he had his moments and didn´t exactly change his opinion. Because in his world people couldn´t change, they just didn´t.

And that made you sad.

Because deep down you just wanted him to acknowledge you, to tell you that you weren´t as bad as he thought, that you were a good person.

But at one point being around him just hurt. You cared too much, thought too much about him, it kept you awake at night.

If only you went out of your room into the kitchen where he would stay because of the same problem.

Especially since that day…

You were surrounded. Everywhere you looked you saw black, greedy eyes. The devils were everywhere and all hope seemed lost. You couldn´t rely on Asta only anymore, he already went through enough. He shouldn´t fight your battles for you just because he had strong powers, he was just a little boy.

And yet there he was, fighting ferociously, once again defeating the devil that came to slay everyone that day all those centuries ago.

It was hard to keep at least somewhat of an overview, everything seemed in shambles and the screams and cries of everyone were deafening.

You really shouldn´t be focusing on Nacht right now, now was not the time. Not that there ever was an appropriate time for that anyway.

But of course you just couldn´t help yourself, your eyes wandered to him frequently even as you told them to stop.

Though in this instance it might have not been that bad. Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was about to do, everything around you faded away, you felt numb and your body moved on its own to prevent him from going through with his plan.

“Please die with me” were the last things that left his lips that shut your brain off and made you move automatically. They weren´t uttered to you, Nacht didn´t even look in your direction, it was none of your business.

Even still you couldn´t just stand by idly and watch him die, watch one of the only chances you had at winning die, watch the man you hated to love die.

The little devil on his shoulder looked scared as your gaze met him and honestly, you could understand it all too well.

You were scared too but now wasn´t a time for fear, you needed to stop him at all costs.

“That´s the stupidest thing you ever said!” you screamed out as you were still running towards him.

Finally his head turned to you, he still had that infuriating smile on his lips, though it was so sad this time.

“It´s the only way…” he replied.

“You don´t know that! You can´t know that! You can´t just throw you life away like that, it won´t change anything! In fact it will… we will lose. We will lose so much more than just the fight, don´t you understand that? You´re not more or less important than the rest of us and you´re our vice captain, so it´s my duty to stop you from sacrificing yourself!” you said, grabbing his shoulders and frantically panting, you looked at him aghast, shocked, eyes wide and searching for something...anything in his eyes that wasn´t dull.

“Then we´re all going to die, but it´s so typical of you to be so selfish” he told you, his tone as entitled as always.

“You´re selfish too, you know that?” you whispered, averting your eyes.

“You can´t just run away from your responsibilities. It isn´t right” you stood your ground, balling your fists in anger and frustration.

“It´s the only way, why do you even try to stop me?” he sighed, looking at you. He was feeling quite frustrated now too, what were you trying to achieve? If he didn´t make this sacrifice so many more people would die, didn´t you care about them? Wasn´t it your job to protect everyone? So why were you trying to desperately to save him out of all people?

“Because I care. A lot. We all do. And yes it´s selfish, you´re right about that. We´re all selfish losers and assholes but you know what? We do it best and we´re goddamn proud not to be as picture perfect as all the others. That´s what defines us. And you don´t have to agree with that, but I´m fucking stubborn so don´t think for even a second that I´ll let you go through with your stupid plan!” you looked at him with such emotion, such passion, it made his heart ache with a foreign familiarity.

Nacht never paid you any more mind than he did the others, just thinking all of you were useless. That was why he was so surprised that someone would voluntarily want to save him.

He treated you like shit, sure it was more out of a defense mechanism cause he couldn´t bear leaving people behind, having people worry about him, he already had enough guilt to carry.

But hearing your words was like a revelation to him.

Maybe he still had a role to play in life, maybe his story wasn´t over yet and just maybe could he live his life without having to fulfill anything, but solely for himself and the ones he cared about.

Maybe it was finally time to start caring more than he was ready to admit, to take a step into the unknown and discover it with…

You.

It had always been you, he realized as he saw your desperate face, your hands on his shoulders, all dirty from fighting and yet feeling warmer than any fire ever could.

“Yes, maybe living might not be that bad” he tilted his head, smiling at you.

You felt an intense amount of relief wash over you as you gave him an exhausted smile back.

That was the first time you ever smiled at him, Nacht would never forget that moment, the moment in which you broke down his walls without even knowing it.

He would have to thank you later for that, when he fully comprehended what that meant.

Asta and you were training together again outside while the others were inside going on about their daily ruckus. Some were on missions already but some, like Asta, who were wounded and exhausted still needed to rest properly.

Though it was no use. Asta would never rest like he should unless he was knocked out.

And you tried that the first week, you each took turns but eventually you just couldn´t keep up anymore and let him train like he wanted.

Nacht also kept training with him, though he himself was new to everything going on and needed time to properly accommodate to things.

You stretched a bit, sitting down to just enjoy the sun for a moment.

“I can´t wait to go on missions again! I´m as good as new, I´m ready, I promise!” Asta beamed and showed off a bit but you only sighed.

“It´s not my call, kid” you apologized.

Asta pouted and kept training.

“You got a mission” Yami announced as he joined you outside and Asta practically jumped up and down with excitement and energy.

“Just the usual, rebuilding a town and fighting some magic beasts that escaped” he explained and Nacht slowly appeared behind him.

Asta´s eyes were beaming right now, he was excited to learn even more about the devil´s powers although he got quite the hang of it and even made a new friend.

Nacht smiled and waved at you, you just looked away as always and stood up to go back inside.

Nothing had changed anyway.

Until Yami stopped you in your tracks.

“If you get going now you´re gonna return by nightfall” he said and you nodded.

Asta sighed in frustration.

“I wanna go on a mission too!” he cried out.

“Not happening” all three of you said at the same time, shutting him up for a bit.

Both you and Nacht didn´t say anything as you made your way to the town in question.

Nacht because he didn´t know how to approach you and you because you thought there was no point in it, he wouldn´t think of you any differently.

And so you started your mission, once again fighting alongside each other and even though the task was dull Nacht´s presence gave you an energy that was unmatched, you just couldn´t help but smile.

When you were done you went deeper into the town to help the people rebuild it.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” he said out of the blue, making you turn around in confusion.

“Why would I go on a date with a guy who hates my guts?” you asked, making him sigh sadly.

“I´m sorry if I left that impression on you. I really don´t hate you… it´s quite the opposite actually” he explained.

“Did you just… I swear I never heard you apologize in all those years I´ve known you” you chuckled, not quite processing the second half of his statement.

“I never saw the point in it. All my life I always watched from afar, I always wanted to save people but you know, I´m just operating in the shadows. I´m good at spying and gaining information, saving people. Not so much making friends with them. I never saw it as my role. After all I lived my life for the kingdom and its people and not for myself. Why would I care if anyone liked me? In fact it would be the worst thing that could happen… death was always part of the job description and I was always willing to take that risk if it meant you could live longer. But now… ever since that day, I just want to live with you” he confessed, leaving you at a loss for words, so you did the only logical thing to you in this moment: hug him tightly.

“Of course I´d like to go on a date with you, Nacht. And I will keep protecting you” you smiled.

[mallowstep]

some stuff i’m working on over vacation

if you have thoughts or opinions on what you'd like to see let me know.

everything is under a cut bc some of the excerpts are long.

and i see the sun in your eyes (and i see you in your son's eyes)

talljake + windclan firepaw.

and the winter comes (with howling wind)

Battles weren't supposed to be like this.

The thought echoed in Frostfur's mind, as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Brindleface at the entrance to the nursery.

Rosetail was outside, but she was an elder. If ShadowClan was attacking the nursery, they'd certainly spare no thought for an elder.

The kits cried. They didn't understand what was happening.

Outside, Frostfur watched Rosetail die.

"You stay," she said, and without giving Brindleface a chance to argue, she leapt out of the nursery.

"Blackfoot!" she hissed.

The ShadowClan deputy didn't respond, and Frostfur focused on avenging Rosetail.

And protecting her kits.

Battles weren't supposed to be like this.

They weren't supposed to end with Frostfur returning, blood still covering her, just to reassure them she was alright, only to stare in horror at their empty nest.

Brindleface stammered apologies. She was scouting a safe path to the nursery, she hadn't meant to leave them alone, only—

"It's not your fault, Brindleface," Frostfur said, her heart beating painfully fast. "Battles aren't supposed to be like this."

ask for me by the name of those who loved me

"It's cliche, really, but as she's dying (falling), Feathertail's life flashes before her eyes."

ataraxia

Hollykit made her first decision about the world early, like most kits:

The world was a loud place.

It didn't start that way, it started silent, and then quiet, but then it was loud.

There were so many cats, always around her, and she missed being alone, in the quiet.

She got used to it, eventually — of course she did — but sometimes it was just exhausting.

eyes like sinking ships on water

no excerpts yet, but a goldenflower character study. centres around goldentiger

grow crocuses in the cracks of your heart

"Fireheart said you weren't my mother," Cloudpaw said. He looked up at her, pleading, and she took a breath to steady herself.

"Who nursed you?" she asked.

"You did."

"And who played with you?"

"Fernkit and Ashkit."

"And who do you come to when you have a nightmare?"

He flattened his ears, embarrassed, but still, muttered, "You."

Satisfied, Brindleface leaned down to touch noses. "I didn't give birth to you," she said. "That much is true. But Cloudpaw, that's not what it means to be a mother."

"He said he knows her," Cloudpaw said. "That she's his sister."

"That's what he told us," Brindleface said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. You shouldn't have had to find out from him."

Cloudpaw shifted. "Is it okay if I want to meet her?"

"Of course it is," she said, purring. Brindleface wrapped her tail around him — he'd be too big for that, soon, and she wanted to take advantage of every chance she had — and licked his head. "It's okay if you want to know her."

"I'm not mad at you," he said. "I just...I don't know."

Brindleface sighed. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Fireheart wasn't Clanborne. But telling a kit they were born to another was the prerogative of the queen, no one else. She had intended on telling him, but not yet.

"It's okay not to know," she said. "I'll always be here for you."

Cloudpaw purred. "Maybe, one day, you two can meet," he said, hesitantly. "If she's nice."

"I'd like that," she said. "If that's what you want."

Heathertail's School for Attractive, Murderous She-Cats

"I call this moon's meeting of the support group for Crowfeather's apprentices to order," Fernstripe said, her voicing bouncing off the walls of the tunnels.

"Say the full title," Heathertail said, flicking her tail.

"Do I have to?"

"It's important," Featherpelt said. "It's part of it."

"I call this moon's meeting of the support group for Crowfeather's unreasonably attractive apprentices to order." Fernstripe's ears folded back. "I don't like calling us that."

Heathertail flicked her tail again. "And how many cats tried to talk to you at the last Gathering?"

Fernstripe looked at her claws.

"That's not fair, Heathertail. You're the only one who can count past four."

"If you have to count past four, you qualify as unreasonably attractive." Heathertail licked her paw. "The sooner you accept what you are, the sooner you can focus on the real mission."

"Killing Crowfeather?" Fernstripe perked up.

"Exactly." Heathertail touched her nose to Fernstripe's shoulder. "There she is. Now, let's go over everyone's attempts for the month."

howling ghosts (they reappear)

Squirrelflight wakes up, and she smells Bramblestar.

Something is wrong; she's not supposed to be here.

What happened? Did she get captured? Did she forget?

Has it all been some kind of terrible dream?

She fights to keep her breathing slow, not wanting to wake him.

"Squirrelflight?" he whispers, and she flinches. "Squirrelflight, it's just me."

Yes, she thinks. That's the problem.

She extracts herself from him slowly, not wanting to look suspicious. His eyes are blinking awake slowly, and he's watching her.

"Where are you going?" he asks. "The sky is still dark."

"Just to the dirtplace," she says, and she slips out of their den.

Stormcloud is sitting vigil, and he doesn't question her when she slips out of the tunnel.

Squirrelflight tries to remember what happened. She had escaped him, hadn't she?

No, she was just in the Dark Forest. She's not there, anymore, she got out, with Bramblestar.

Squirrelflight closes her eyes, her heartbeat slowing. She slips back into their den. Bramblestar has already fallen back asleep, and she takes her place at his side, curling herself into the tightest ball she can.

i saw a face in the window of the house on high

Leafpaw was six moons old the first time she met a cat who wasn't Cinderpelt.

Cinderpelt cared for her in the quiet of their hollow, sweeping herbs out of her reach until she was old enough to understand.

She learned the scent of other cats by the prey she ate, but when she turned six moons, her introduction came time.

"There are so many of them," she whispered.

"I know," Cinderpelt said, her heart wincing. "You don't have to meet them all today," she said. "They just have to meet you."

She sat quietly by Cinderpelt as cat after cat came to greet them. Their names blurred, some appearances hanging to the names Cinderpelt had told her, but others fading.

"I greet you," said a ginger she-cat. "Cinderpelt, and Leafpaw."

"Well-met, Squirrelpaw," Cinderpelt said.

The apprentice dipped her head and left.

like rum or like sweet currant wine

a conversation between squirrelflight and squirrelpaw

milk and honey

a human/fae au feat. hollywillow

perisoreus canadensis

Jaypaw knows he is smaller than his siblings. It's hard to miss. He's not even as tall as Squirrelflight, and barely growing, and Hollypaw and Lionpaw have already surpassed her.

He tries not to let it get to him.

He stops growing first, only a paw's width taller than Squirrelflight. Hollypaw and Lionpaw become warriors, and his whiskers touch their shoulders.

It doesn't bother him like it used to. Hollyleaf and Lionblaze are warriors, and he's just a medicine cat's apprentice, too blind and too helpless to bother teaching to fight properly. He's no longer a part of their life, not in the same way. They don't play fight with him any more, they don't talk to him when they're squabbling over Cinderheart, and he wonders if it will always be this way.

If he will always be Jaypaw, their weaker, smaller, blind baby brother who they need to protect.

(He isn't. He becomes Jayfeather, and Hollyleaf dies, and Lionblaze stops talking to him. He keeps himself up as long as he can, because if he sleeps, it's only going to be worse, giving him a face to curse for granting his wish.)

sarasponda

Palebird was a tunneler.

That meant she built something permanent, something the Clan would rely on for seasons upon seasons, long after Palebird herself had passed on.

You could feel the life of the Clan in the tunnels. It was something the moor runners would never understand, what it meant to build something, to create something.

WindClan has barely any dens on the surface, and their camp had changed locations more than once. A warrior with no appreciation of the tunnels did not understand what it meant to last.

But Palebird did. As did her mother and father, and their parents before them, and so would Palebird's kits.

They would know what it meant to last in a world constantly pushing them forward.

when the lowtide spits us out again

"Congratulations," Crookedjaw said as the sun rose.

Willowbreeze purred. "You woke up at dawn just to break my vigil?"

"Maybe," he said. "But I made you a nest. Come sleep."

She stood, arching her back, and brushing against him as she walked towards his den.

"There's space for me?" she asked.

"Well," Crookedjaw said. "As long as you don't mind sleeping next to me."

Willowbreeze laughed. "Let's go sleep."

you're alive in my head

another fic based around poppyfrost searching for honeyfern at the moonpool

[feminaexlux]

All That Matters (Pt 1: I Got Chills)

Happy Valentine’s Day! This is my @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers exchange fic for @nobodyfamousposts. Find this on AO3 here!

Summary: What if Miracle Queen happened 6 months later in the dead of winter?

Part 1 of 3, probably.

⁂

"Ladybug?"

"Yeah, Chat?"

"I have a girlfriend."

"Oh! That's wonderful, congratulations!"

Chat Noir looked… confused, which was odd given the news that Ladybug just got. "I thought you'd be jealous," Chat said eventually. Part of him sounded chagrined, but another part of him sounded a little relieved.

Ladybug tilted her head. "Why would I be jealous? I'm happy for you!"

"Thanks," Chat said with a small smile. "It's new for me, you know? I've never done this before. I feel like I'm going to mess something up."

Ladybug laughed. "You're a good guy, Chat. I think all relationships are going to be hard and there will always be ups and downs. But I think you'll be fine if you work together on the problems." Ladybug then had a concern. "You're not dating her as Chat are you?"

"Pfft, no, no my Lady, the real me is doing that part," Chat laughed.

"Okay, good. Remember you can't reveal your identity to anyone."

"I know, my Lady, I know." Chat sighed. "I wish I could, sometimes. It sucks having to leave her without a good explanation, you know?"

Ladybug paused and considered. "Can I ask how you deal with that?"

"Luckily for me, my fath-- uh, family has a pretty tight leash on this cat. I say that they need me and… she understands." Chat leaned forward and pulled up his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. "She's… sad whenever that happens so I try to make it up to her."

Ladybug laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "That's good. It sounds like the sooner we can take down Hawkmoth, the better."

Chat turned to her and nodded. "Yeah. Agreed."

Ladybug took her hand off his shoulder and rested it back on the roof of the building they were on. They had done some patrols and met back up again to report nothing out of the ordinary. They sat together watching the sunset as they did on the good days.

It was partly cloudy and chilly in the early days of winter. The freezing cold hadn't yet settled in but Ladybug knew it was coming in soon. She'd noticed in the previous winter that part of her felt sluggish and her body felt more lethargic in general, even in her powered up super suit. Tikki had said something about how ladybugs didn't do well in winter, and maybe that was why? Okay, sure. Ladybug didn't want to be any sort of liability to Chat or to the city of Paris when it got cold so she was able to convince Master Fu to lend out the other Miraculous on a semi-permanent basis.

Rena Rouge and Carapace were more than recurring heroes now. Ladybug had entrusted the Miraculous to Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe after they promised to protect their identities, each other, the city of Paris, and to not misuse the Miraculous powers for personal gain. She’d done the same for Pegasus, Ryuuko, and Viperion. Ladybug didn’t know who King Monkey was so she had enlisted Fu’s help in tracking him down.

Queen Bee was… on an as-needed basis. Chloe Bourgeois was still an unknown. She had her moments of true selflessness but they'd been rare and unpredictable and that wasn't an ally Ladybug or Chat Noir could trust. They tried explaining that to Chloe once, but it ended when the mayor's daughter threw them out in a fit of tears. They still gave her another chance but the last time Queen Bee was used was with HeartHunter and Ryuuko had to bail them all out when Queen Bee stopped listening to them.

It wasn't going well.

"How are you doing, 'Bug?"

Ladybug snapped out of her thoughts and turned to face Chat. "I'm… okay. It's starting to get cold."

"Maybe you need to find yourself a boyfriend and get some warm snuggles," Chat grinned. "What about that boy you love?"

Ladybug closed her eyes. "He's found someone else," Ladybug said softly. She had a small smile on her face, remembering how it felt to see Adrien and Kagami together. Kagami fit in to his life so seamlessly and Adrien looked happier than Marinette had ever seen.

"I'm… I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Ladybug sighed, looking back out at the sunset. "I think he's happier now." And now Marinette wasn't feeling like the universe kept pushing back. It hurt a little bit to know nothing was going right with Adrien and there wasn't anything she could do to change it. She finally made the decision to stop feeling hurt all the time and allowed herself to let him go. "And I think I'm happier too."

"Okay," Chat smiled, sighing in relief. "That's great to hear. I'm sorry it didn't work out but I'm glad that you're happier. A happy Ladybug is always good news."

"And a happy Chat Noir is always good news as well," Ladybug giggled. "Thanks for letting me know."

"Of course. You're my best friend, Ladybug. I want to tell you everything, but…"

"You shouldn't tell me. It's to protect us," Ladybug stressed. "But… you know you're my best friend too."

⁂

One good thing about no longer obsessing over Adrien was that Marinette had less to worry about. The GirlSquad was no longer a pain in the proverbial butt about getting her to ask him out either. Instead Alya had fixed her sights on improving the LadyBlog and tracking down interviews with the other semi-permanent heroes, though (for obvious reasons) she had way more articles about Rena Rouge than any of the other Miraculous holders. It didn't seem like it was for personal gain as Alya had styled the interviews as asking the heroes advice to inform all of her blog readers how to defend against or prepare for akumas, so Marinette decided she'd let that pass for the greater good.

The only thing that felt a little weird about the GirlSquad sometimes was that Juleka seemed like she kept wanting to talk with Marinette and then backing out at the last second. That probably meant Juleka still felt confused about Marinette dating her brother.

Marinette knew it looked kinda bad to date someone else soon(?) after giving up on Adrien, especially since Adrien started dating Kagami(!), but it just happened so… naturally. Marinette had been the one to keep visiting Luka at the Liberty. Luka had kept inviting her to watch movies with him. They'd just felt like having lunch together often. After months of not-dating Marinette had finally asked, flustered and tripping over her words, if they actually were. Or… If he had wanted to.

"If you want to, I'm game," Luka had said casually, but Marinette had seen the faintest blush on him.

They had both been surprised when she said "Yes."

Their relationship was nice and easy. They had taken it slow. Most of their "dates" were just hanging out, low key chilling around each other, listening to music or working on Lycée homework. He would lend an ear to whatever she wanted to talk about and offered his thoughts and commentary. She'd given him small gifts here and there. They'd gone out ice skating and met up with other friends a few times. She had been worried that she'd been a pretty boring girlfriend overall but he said "If you wanna be here with me and I wanna be here with you, that's all that matters."

Whenever she and Luka were together during an akuma attack Luka did have the penchant for staying with her for as long as possible. He did eventually give an excuse of having to check up on Juleka or his mom and left Marinette to run out as Viperion… and then she would transform into Ladybug and follow after him. If anyone caught on that Ladybug always came in right after Viperion, the other heroes were smart enough to not comment on it. Nor comment on how they always left at the same time. Luka had, after sprinting back to her, breathlessly apologized the first few times for leaving her but Marinette had said it was so brave of him to look out for his family's safety and that'd been enough. Marinette did have to admit to herself that dating another superhero was actually pretty convenient. Chat would never let that go if he found out.

On the bad days it'd been so good to melt into his hugs when she felt the weight of the world press down harder on her. He'd been the calm in her life she so desperately wanted. It hit her like a ton of bricks just how much she needed him when he got taken from her.

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Marinette and Luka were hanging out at Place des Vosges having coffee together after defeating yet another akuma. It had gotten much easier dealing with Hawkmoth most of the other heroes helping out, and the fight was over in practically no time at all. Just when everything calmed down again she and Luka heard screaming nearby and saw people running away from… a swarm of wasps?

They got up and started running, but they were too slow and the wasps were catching up. "Aw crap," Luka yelled. "Marinette watch out!" Luka pulled her into his arms and shielded her from them, getting stung in the process.

"Luka!" Marinette felt his arms drop from her shoulders and she looked up to see his face devoid of any emotion. His eyes turned a weird shade of yellow and he wasn't responding to her shaking him. "Luka!" For one tiny moment he blinked and looked down at her with concern, then his face went slack again. "Oh no, what happened to you?" He turned away from her and started walking off. "H-hey! No! Don't go!" She took his hand and tried to pull him into the bakery but he resisted and kept walking. Another swarm of wasps was closing in on her and Marinette cried out in frustration, letting Luka slip out of her grasp.

Wasps… wasps? Was this Chloe?! Oh no, Marinette thought, turning on her heels to sprint toward the Seine. She transformed while diving in, making sure to use her aqua powerup. She plunged into the river and then looked back up to see the swarm hovering above the water and eventually disperse away. She pulled out her yoyo and slid the cover up, checking if any of the other Miraculous holders were active.

Oh no. None of the other heroes were showing up on her communicator. At least not yet. Oh no. Ladybug let the communicator close and swam in circles, wondering just how she'd be able to handle this on her own if she had to. Suddenly she got a ping and Ladybug whipped out her yoyo, franticly checking which of her allies was nearby. Oh thank goodness Chat Noir was alright. Okay. She swam to meet him as he was heading in her direction and they met up halfway. "Chat! I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Yeah, I'm definitely glad to see you, 'Bug!"

"Th-this is… this is Queen Wasp again, isn't it?" Ladybug fretted and pulled her hair in a mix of frustration and guilt. "I… I thought…"

"We beat her before and we can do it again," Chat said, squeezing her shoulder with his hand. "And… and I have this, if we need it," he said somewhat sheepishly, pulling out what looked like a necklace. It was a choker… a very familiar choker. One she had given to Kagami Tsurugi to keep for the time being. What was Chat doing with the Dragon Miraculous? "I… found this near… a girl after she got stung by one of the wasps."

Ladybug blinked at the choker a few times. All she could think of was the dread she felt when the wasps were after her and Luka. What had Chat Noir gone through? And he had been conveniently nearby Kagami and the Dragon Miraculous and recognized it fast enough to grab it? "We might be able to use this." Ladybug closed Chat's hand over the choker. "You keep this for now, let's make a plan. None of the other heroes show up as active on my locator yet--" As soon as she said it she got a series of pings on her yoyo that indicated that most of the other Miraculous holders were becoming active, all but Ryuuko, and all at the same time and location.

Even Viperion showed up on her locator… she knew that Luka had been taken. Which could only mean…

"This is bad news." Ladybug bit at her bottom lip. "I personally saw that… one of the holders got stung. This means they've captured everyone else with a Miraculous and we're on our own. We'll have to use the Dragon and get any edge we can." Chat nodded at Ladybug and she sighed. "This is going to be tricky. We need to take Viperion out first."

"How are we going to do that?"

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other in silence for a bit. "We have to split up and you have to use the Dragon Miraculous. You can't be caught by the wasps or Pegasus if you're in Wind form and I don't think it's safe to do a frontal assault with Viperion working against us."

"And what about you? What are you going to do?"

"I'm… going to use the Mouse. They can't capture all of me that way… hopefully."

Chat looked pained. "This sounds dangerous, 'Bug."

"Do you have another idea?" Chat shook his head. "Then let's do this for now. We'll have to play this by ear." Ladybug called her Lucky Charm and got a scarf, now waterlogged with Seine water (ew). "A scarf? What the heck am I supposed to do with a scarf?!"

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To be continued (insert Jojo music here)

Actually j/k it's right here

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 3

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: Happy Friday!! Here’s a new chapter, as promised!

Chapter 8

It was the morning after the Governor had attacked the prison and Gloria had not woken up yet. Daryl was sitting on the steps just outside the cell she was resting in while Glenn went to check up on her wound. Color in her face had returned and she did not have a fever, which was a good sign. Relieved to see that she is going to pull through, he leaves the cell.

“Hey, Glenn.” Daryl calls out to him when he sees the other man leaving the cell.

“Hm?” Glenn turns around to face Daryl.

Daryl nods pointedly over to Gloria’s cell, “how’s she?”

“Still asleep, but no fever and she’s not as pale, so I think she’ll be okay.” Glenn says, then he sighs, “Daryl, you remember what I told you about hurting her?”

Daryl purses his lips and nods, “Yeah.” 

“You hurt her really bad, man. I don’t even know how long it’s gonna take for her to warm up to you again.” Glenn says with a frown.

“Yeah I know... I know I messed up.” Daryl says, looking down, guilty and ashamed.

Glenn sees his guilty expression then goes up to him and gently pats his shoulder, “hey, regardless, I’m glad you’re back. And now that you’re here, you can make it up to her.” 

He smiles softly at Daryl then turns to leave but before he walks out of the cell block, Glenn glances back at him, “And seriously, keep your brother in check.” 

Daryl scoffs at him and nods as Glenn leaves the cell block. A few hours pass and Daryl had gone back to the perch to lie down, but he wasn’t able to sleep. Not with Gloria still passed out from her injury, Glenn’s words did comfort him a little but worry and guilt still ate at him. In the cell, Gloria finally wakes up with a dull thumping pain in her shoulder, not letting her forget that she had gotten shot. She winces slightly as she sits up on the bed and gets up. She goes to the kitchen area outside the cell block to get herself a glass of water. 

“Oh, would ya look at that, she lives!” a familiar voice calls out, stopping her in her tracks.

Gloria turns in the direction of the voice and sees Merle sitting on top of one of the tables, smirking at her. She blinks at him, confused. Was she still passed out and dreaming or was she hallucinating? Or was Merle actually there?

“What, no hello? No ‘how ya doin’ ol’ Merle’?” he chuckles. 

His words register in her mind and she realizes that he actually is there, he’s real and still being a conceited little shit. Her memory seems to come back to her as she remembers that he’s also the one who nearly killed Glenn, this made her blood boil.

“And why the hell would I say hi to you when you almost killed my brother?” Gloria scoffs at him.

“For the record, I saved all y'all asses jus’ the other day, so we’re even.” Merle says as he leans forward, “and if ya ain’ gon’ thank me for tha’ ya should at least show me some respect. Don’ even know why I busted my ass to save y'all when ya jus’ left me on that damn roof.”

Gloria rolls her eyes at him, “do you need a reminder that I stayed with you on that roof? And for your information, they went back for us, Rick, Glenn, Daryl, T-Dog, they did. Oh wait, nevermind, you locked me up in that damn closet and ditched me, so how the hell would you know?! And for your information, if you didn’t leave, you would have never gotten separated from the group in the fucking first place, asshole!”

“They only went back ‘cause o’ you! Not me! They didn’ give a shit ‘bout me! And neither do you! Ya only stayed back ‘cause ya got the hots for my baby brother.” he smirks at this and chirps mockingly, “oh yeah, heard yer bro telling mine that ya love him.” 

“Yeah, you’re right. I do love Daryl, but I shouldn’t. I should have never let myself get close to him. I should have just left you on that roof alone and Daryl should’ve died trying to find you in that fucking city!” Gloria snaps, seething in anger at the man in front of her, she misses the split second falter on Merle’s face.

Merle lets out a whistle, “‘ooh, tha’s cold! Ain’ that cold, baby brother?” he looks in the direction of the cell block. 

Gloria glances over in the direction of the cell block as well and sees Daryl in the doorway looking at her. Blinking away the tears forming in her eyes, she looks back at Merle, glaring at him.

“It’s only a matter of time before Rick and Glenn kick you out of here,” she then directs her words to Daryl, “and when that time comes, you’re just going to follow him out again.”

Without another word or waiting for a response from either Dixon, Gloria storms out of the prison. She looks up to the watch tower and sees that Maggie is there for her watch shift. Gloria decides that she needs to let out her anger physically so she goes over to the gate of the courtyard and opens it, closing it behind her and proceeds to clear up the walkers left by the Governor. She hauls the already dead walkers into the van that ran through the gate as a walker approaches her from behind, snarling. Glancing over her shoulder, Gloria unsheaths her dagger and swings it into the walker’s skull, killing it instantly. She yanks the dagger out and lets the walker fall to the ground. Looking at the dagger in her hands, she sighs as she remembers the moment Daryl had given them to her all that time ago back in the quarry camp. 

“Now’s not the time...” Gloria sighs to herself, brushing away the memory.

She continues picking up walkers and tossing them into the van, killing any that came too close or just weren’t dead but laying on the ground, groaning and snarling up at her. Hearing footsteps approaching her from behind, Gloria instinctively swings her good arm back with her dagger armed only to be caught by the person who approached her, Daryl. The two share a brief eye contact just before Gloria yanks her arm out of his grip and continues to clean up the courtyard. Without saying anything, Daryl helps her load the walkers into the van but not without noticing her wince when she uses her injured shoulder to pull at the walkers. 

“Ya shouldn’ be out here doin’ this with that injury.” Daryl calls out to her.

His words stop her in her actions, then glares at him, “don’t pretend you care about me, Daryl.”

Daryl sighs at that, “I do care ‘bout ya.”

“Oh really?” Gloria rolls her eyes and scoffs, “is that why you left? Because you care so goddamn much?!”

“Hey, if ya had to choose between Glenn and this group, ya would have done the same thing!” Daryl raised his voice at her, getting frustrated.

“No! I wouldn’t! I would have tried harder than you ever did to get them all to come back! You say Glenn didn’t want Merle to come with us to the prison but that’s just your excuse because where is Merle now, huh?! He’s inside the damn prison with us whether Glenn likes it or not!” Gloria yells at him, her chest heaving as she tries not to cry again, “If anything I would have at least tried to come back and say goodbye, but I guess I don’t deserve that because that’s how much you care about me.” 

Daryl looks down, biting his lip, not knowing what to say to her anymore. He knew he messed up big time, and he hated himself for it. He knew he might never be forgiven for leaving her so the only thing he can do is make sure she’s safe and protected. Daryl watches as she continues hauling walkers into the van but turns around to notice that their argument had drawn in more walkers to them. 

“Hey, we should head back.” Daryl says, gesturing to the walkers starting to surround them.

Gloria looks around and sees what he’s talking about then drops the dead walker she was holding to the ground. She doesn’t wait for Daryl as she walks back towards the prison as Daryl follows her anyway. He rushes forward to open the gate for her as well as the door to the prison for her to go in first, closing both after himself. 

“Hershel!” Daryl calls out for the vet who comes out of the cell block with his crutches, then gestures to Gloria; Daryl saw that she was bleeding through her bandage. 

“Gloria, sit down.” Hershel instructs her.

She does so with a sigh as she lets Hershel inspect her wound. He unwraps the bandage and sighs softly when he sees that she’s torn the wound open. 

“Maggie, I need you to get me some fresh bandages, please.” Hershel orders his daughter as he cleans up the blood on Gloria’s shoulder. 

Maggie nods and heads into the cell block to get bandages as Glenn comes out of the cell block, a frown on his face. 

“What the hell were you doing out there? The courtyard is full of walkers, you shouldn’t even be outside with your injury!” Glenn lectured, worry and frustration written all over his face.

“I just wanted to kill something, okay?!” Gloria didn’t mean to snap at him, but she was in pain, in more ways than one. 

Glenn sighs at her response but doesn’t say anything more, backing off. Maggie comes back out with the bandages and Hershel takes them. He proceeds to patch up her wound again. 

“I didn’t get a chance to thank you, Gloria.” Hershel says with a smile. 

Gloria furrows her eyebrows together, confused, “for what?” 

“I saw how you took it upon yourself to distract those walkers so Glenn could get to me, you risked your life to save mine.” Hershel smiles warmly.

“I did what any one of us would have done, we can’t risk losing you.” she tells him, returning his smile.

“We can’t risk losing you either.” Hershel says with a chuckle.

Gloria grins then adds, “well I guess that’s why you’re patching me up so well.” 

This makes Hershel laugh and the mood in the room lightens up. Daryl’s lips curl into a small smile as he sees her smile again. Gloria looks over to Maggie who’s smiling gratefully at her then she mouths the words ‘thank you’ to which Gloria smiles and nods. 

“Dad!” the door opens and Carl rushes inside, “Andrea’s outside!”

The announcement alerts everyone, worried that it’s the Governor returning for another attack against the prison. Apparently, Andrea got away from the farm alive and had been surviving with Michonne until they found Woodbury. Daryl, Rick, and Glenn ready their weapons and rush out of the building. Glenn ordered Gloria to stay inside with the others as they went out. Soon, they brought Andrea inside the building. They all look warily at her as she looks around the prison.

“You’ve all been staying here?” Andrea asks in awe, looking around at the group surrounding her. 

“Yeah.” Rick says simply, eyeing her.

Her eyes land on Beth as she’s holding baby Judith, “Oh my god... is that...” she then looks around, seemingly to try and find Lori then her face softens when she doesn’t see her, then turns to look at Rick, “Rick, I’m so sorry.” 

“Yeah...” Rick sighs then takes a breath, “I didn’t think you were here to catch up.” 

Andrea sighs, “no, I’m not. I’m here to talk you guys out of fighting with Phillip.”

“Phillip?” Gloria raises an eyebrow.

“You know him as the Governor, I know him as Phillip.” Andrea states, “I don’t want this to turn into a war.”

“It already has.” Rick tells her, “when he decided to take his people here and shoot at us, he already declared a war.”

“He said you shot first.” Andrea says defensively. 

“O’ course he’d say that, wants to look like the victim in front o’ his woman so ya can give him some good lovin’.” Merle coos with a grimace. 

Gloria looks at Andrea with a look of judgement, “you’re sleeping with the Governor?” Andrea glances at her and looks away, confirming her words then Gloria scoffs under her breath, “of course you are.”

Gloria’s last words anger Andrea as she looks straight at Gloria, “you’ve always had a problem with me, haven’t you?”

“Of course I’ve always had a problem with you.” Gloria stands up from the table, “you’re always doing stupid shit that jeopardizes the group. Do I need to remind you of the time you shot and almost killed Daryl? Or maybe you need to remember when you left Beth alone to slice up her own wrist. And now you’re sleeping with our enemy, who by the way, shot me, and you expect to waltz into our territory and tell us to not kill your precious boyfriend. So yeah, I’m always going to have a problem with you.” 

Gloria looks like she’s going to pounce on Andrea from how worked up she was getting and knowing his sister, Glenn held her back. She was breathing heavily as she glared at Andrea who was now looking away from Gloria, knowing deep down everything she said was valid. She then looks to Rick with a pleading expression.

“You shouldn’t fight this war, Rick. You can’t, you won’t win. They have more fire power and people, plus there are innocent people in Woodbury.” Andrea tried to reason.

“Yeah, well those ‘innocent people’ were cheering me and Merle to kill each other in some messed up arena.” Daryl scoffs, “ya can go back and tell ‘Phillip’ that the next time I see him, I’m gonna take his other eye.”

“I’ll try to arrange something with him so you can all negotiate something, okay?” Andrea looks at Rick.

“What makes you think that this man even wants to negotiate?” Hershel points out, frowning.

“He’s not who you guys think he is. A war isn’t what he wants, he-” Andrea is cut off by Rick.

“Go ahead and set up your meeting, if he wants to negotiate, great! If not, he’ll get exactly what he asked for. A war.” Rick tells her. 

Having a verbal confirmation from Rick that he was willing to go meet with the Governor was enough for Andrea to leave. She told the group that she’ll let them know when and where the meeting will take place. The group’s reunion with Andrea did not ease their minds about the Governor, it only heightened their worries because now they knew he had a larger army and more weapons. The next few days were definitely going to be burdening for the group as they prepare for the war to come. 

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Next Chapter

A lot of yelling in this one haha! Do you guys agree with what Gloria said to Daryl? Is she right for being upset at him? Please let me know what you think! Next one will be up on Monday~! 

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[omeliaendgame]

Perfect family - Family Holidays

Hey Omelia-Fans :-) Here is a new fanfiction, and as you can see, I wanted to try something new. This fanfiction is about the family Owen and Amelia have in the future and takes place about 5 years after the last season (but Allison and the Amelink-baby don´t exist). So in the pictures above you can see Leo, who is now 7 years old and Evie, Omelia´s 5-year-old daughter. You don´t know how much fun I had, searching for suitable pictures ;-) So I hope you´ll like this story and let me know, if you want me to write more chapters about this family! 

(In this chapter you will also find two flashbacks, so don´t be confused.)

„Mommy, mommy!“, Evie exclaimed, „Come on in, the water isn´t cold.“ Amelia looked at her daughter, who has walked down to the lake instantly when they had arrived. They would spend the next week here at Lake Sammamish together. „I´ll come later, Evie.“, Amelia said and put a picnic blanket on the sandy ground. Owen had already changed his clothes and was on his way to Evie. „Let´s see you swim.“, he said when he entered the water. The last months, Owen and Amelia had tried to teach Evie how to swim, but she always gave up to fast. And she didn´t want to try it again; Owen and Amelia tried everything to convince her, but she was to stubborn. „Daddy, you know that I can´t swim!“, Evie began. „You´ll learn it. You just have to practice.“, Owen said encouraging. „No, I don´t want to. I want Bobby.“, Evie replied. Bobby was their inflatable crocodile, a christmas gift from Alex. „You´ll never learn how to swim then.“, Owen replied and Evie gave him a dirty look. „I´ll teach you how to do it.“, Leo proposed then. Owen chuckled; Leo would tell everyone how fast he had learned to swim and he was so excited when his parents told him that they would spend a week at the lake. „You know what, Evie? When you can swim, I´ll buy you a new swimsuit, what do you say?“, Owen asked her. „With unicorns on it?“, Evie asked delighted. „If you want.“, Owen smiled. Evie nodded slowly and finally relented. So Owen and Leo began to show her how to move her arms and legs.  Amelia instead was sitting on the picnic blanket and observed the scenario gratified. Watching Leo and Evie growing up was  the greatest privilege for her. And having an amazing husband, with whom she could share this. Five years ago she would´ve never thought about having such an incredible family with Owen. But after Owen and Teddy and she and Link broke up, there was this one night.

„I talked to his girlfriend.“, Owen informed Amelia when he saw her at the nurse´s station. They had operated on a young man, who was in a car accident, before, but they couldn´t save him. „I told them, they could see him when Deluca is ready with cleaning him.“, he added. „Thank you.“, Amelia said and sighed. She leaned at the counter slowly. Owen took a step towards her and said: „I can write the report.“ Amelia nodded distracted. „They wanted to get married.“, she said then and looked into his eyes, „They had already planned the wedding – and then this…“ „I know.“, Owen whispered depressed, „If I would have to tell what life had taught me, I would say that we shouldn´t hesitate to do what makes us happy. Because something can always happen. An accident, a plane crash, anything…“ „I like that.“, Amelia said and smiled slightly. „You know what“, Owen said then, „I´m not gonna wait.“ „Wait to do what?“, Amelia asked confused. „To do something…probably stupid.“, Owen answered and turned around a little. He focused Amelia´s eyes and took a step towards her. Amelia felt her entire body tensing and she inhaled Owen´s familiar smell. „And what?“, she breathed then, although she knew what was going to happen. Owen raised his hand slowly and placed it on Amelia´s cheek softly. His face was so close to hers that Amelia could almost feel his stubble. Then she closed her eyes. She felt his lips on hers and simultaneously the tension in her body vanished. „On call room.“, Owen said between their kisses and Amelia nodded. He opened a door, locked it and they fell on the bed…

„Mommy, I did it! I swam.“, Evie´s voice roused her from her thoughts. Amelia looked into the proud face of her daughter and smiled. „Really? You´ll have to show it to me.“, she said and Evie took her hand and pulled her to the bank. Owen walked out of the water and placed himself beside Amelia. „Leo is a good teacher.“, he chuckled when Evie made a few swimming strokes towards their son. „Wow, Evie, I´m so proud of you!“, Amelia exclaimed and grinned at Owen. „You know how to deal with stubborn daughters.“ Owen laughed. „I had a lot of practice with you before.“, he teased her. „With the difference that you don´t have to teach me anything.“, Amelia retorted and folded her arms. Owen looked at her amused; she was so bossy. Amelia looked at Leo and Evie, who were playing with Bobby. She pointed with her chin to them and said smirking: „We did a good job, didn´t we?“ „We did.“, Owen confirmed and kissed Amelia on her cheek. „And you told me you didn´t want to have kids.“ „You know why…“, Amelia replied a little offended, but Owen apologized immediately. „I love you“, he said.

„Amelia?“, Owen asked when he came home. Amelia came from the kitchen. „Hey.“, she greeted him. „I heard you threw up in the O.R. this morning? Are you okay? I texted you, but you didn´t answer.“, Owen said worried. „Yeah, sorry, I´m okay.“, Amelia answered. „Are you sick? Or did you eat something bad?“, Owen insisted. „No, actually…it was just morning sickness.“, Amelia said and lifted her head. Owen widened his eyes. „What? Are…Amelia, are you pregnant?“, he asked unbelievingly. „11 weeks.“, Amelia grinned. Owen laughed in joy and mustered her belly. Then he looked at her questioningly and she nodded. He placed his hand on her stomach and pressed his lips on hers. „I love you!“

„I love you too“, Amelia said and grabbed Owen´s hand. Owen smirked at her sneakily and pushed her into the water quickly. Amelia shrieked surprised. „Just you wait, you get back!“, she said and pulled him into the water as well. Leo and Evie squealed with delight and attacked their dad. „Wait, everyone against me? That´s not fair!“, Owen complained, but was interupted by Leo and Evie, who splashed water in his face without a break. „Stop, stop!“, he exclaimed out of steam. „Hey, come on, let daddy breathe a little.“, Amelia laughed and the kids stopped to splash him with water. „That´s enough.“, Owen said exhausted, „You won.“ He looked at Amelia and sighed. „We could´ve made them more peaceful.“ Amelia laughed. „It´s getting cold, let´s got to our hotel.“, she proposed then. „No, I want to continue swimming!“, Evie said. „We´ll come back tomorrow. Or do you want to get sick and stay in the hotel the whole week?“, Owen asked. Evie shook her head and followed her parents reluctantly. „We will watch Frozen tonight, what do you say?“, Owen offered his daughter. Evie´s eyes lit up. „Yes!“, she smiled. Amelia shook her head and rolled her eyes. „Now I know how you manage to always convince our daughter.“, she said. „You should be thankful that I manage it.“, he countered. He remembered all the times, Amelia came to him desperately and asked him for help. „Okay, but you´ll have to put her to bed tonight.“, Amelia demanded, because for her that was a very exhausting and almost impossible task. „I put her to bed every day! I haven´t cuddled with Leo for weeks.“, he complained, but Amelia knew he loved bringing Evie to bed. And he would do anything for his wife, anyway, so she would end up in Leo´s bed tonight, with him sleeping in her arms, as every day.

[cinaja]

Before the Wall part 23

Summary: Five hundred years before Feyre Archeron is born, the world is much different from the one she lives in. Humans are slaves, seen as little more than animals by the Fae who rule. But things are beginning to change. Talks of rebellion is spreading and on the Continent, some Fae territories begin to consider the potential gain of War. All it takes is one spark and everything will explode.

Masterlist

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“Must we?”, Mor asks.

It is early evening, and she is more than ready for this day to be over. Her night ended a few hours past midnight when a group of Fae attacked Telique. They were easily thwarted, of course, but Mor got a nasty cut on her left arm by stepping in front of a blow meant for Andromache. (Something the queen did not appreciate at all.) And as if having to fight in her nightgown wasn`t bad enough, she then had to endure the endless row of meetings following the failed attack.

“Yes”, Andromache says. She takes her arm and begins tugging her through the palace, something like mischief glinting in her brown eyes. “I promised Miryam.”

“I`m sure she`ll understand”, Mor mutters.

“Easy for you to say. It´s not you who she`ll be mad at.” They have almost reached the huge doors leading to the gardens now. “We`re going, and that`s final.”

“It`s just…”, Mor begins, but trails off. It`s just that it`s her birthday and she doesn`t want to spend the evening discussing war strategies. She at the very least wants to have a few hours to herself, if this damned war stole the rest of her day already.

“What?”, Andromache asks, turning around to her. There is such light dancing in her eyes that Mor`s resolve melts away into nothing. Something in her eases as she looks at the queen.

“Nothing”, she says softly.

Still, Andromache does not look away. The intensity in her gaze makes Mor`s cheeks burn.

“I…”, she stutters, “let`s go, then.”

Andromache smiles like she knows exactly what is going on inside Mor`s head. She does not comment, though. This has been their dance for the past couple of months. And since Mor has been well away from anyone from the Night Court for months now, she allows herself to continue with it – even though she knows she probably shouldn`t.

She takes Andromache by the arm, the touch sending sparks shooting through her body, and winnows them both away. As soon as they land safely in the war camp, she hastily lets go. As soon as her hand leaves Andromache`s, she already misses her warmth.

“Come on!”, Andromache says, dragging her along with an excitement that seems entirely inappropriate for a military meeting. When they reach the planning tent, the queen gives her a gentle shove, making her step inside first.

Mor gapes.

The huge table in the middle of the tent has been cleared off the maps that are usually lying there. Instead, it is filled with food, a huge cake with thirty-two candles sitting in the middle. Around the table, her friends are standing, smiling at her – Miryam and Jurian, side by side, Tia, Drakon and-

“Rhys!”, Mor squeals, “Az!”

“Couldn`t well let my favourite cousin celebrate her thirty-second birthday alone, could I?”, Rhys drawls.

Mor just jumps into his arms and holds on tight. They haven`t seen each other in months. Then, she spins around to Az and embraces him as well. She hears the hitch in his breath, sees the way his shadows seem to lighten at her touch. Her cheeks heat, but the feeling his touch sends shooting through her is nothing at all like what she felt when she touched Andromache earlier. With the queen, Mor felt warm and light – with Azriel, she is just uneasy at the clear hints at the feelings he confessed to her on that horrible night fifteen years ago. As quickly as she can, she lets go of him and turns around to beam at the others.

“I tried to bring Cassian as well”, Miryam says, “but I couldn`t find a way to get him out of his tent without anyone noticing.”

Cassian`s absence puts a small damper on Mor`s mood, but she is still so overwhelmed that she can only grin like a fool.

“Thank you”, she whispers, “Thank you all so much.”

Andromache shoves past her into the tent and plops down on a cushion next to Drakon. “Thank Miryam”, she says, “Most of the credit goes to her.”

Miryam opens her mouth – likely to object – but Mor beats her to it. She dashes around the table and pulls her into her arms. “Thank you”, she whispers into her hair.

“Happy birthday, Mor”, Miryam replies softly.

They all sit down around the table. Mor ends up between Rhys and Az, the latter of whom keeps shooting her covert glances. Her stomach tightens uncomfortably. But then, Jurian calls out to her to just blow out the candles already so they can eat. The entire table laughs and Mor leans forward to do as he says.

Mor eats until she feels like her stomach is about to burst – and then another small slice of cake on top. They talk and laugh and for the first time in months, the war seems far away. They are just a group of young people, happy to be alive and together for the evening.

She looks around the table at her friends. Miryam is leaning against Jurian, who is absentmindedly playing with her hair. Tia has begun chatting with Az and Drakon is laughing at something Rhys is telling him. She meets Andomaches` eyes across the table. The queen winks at her.

“You haven`t opened your presents yet”, Jurian tells her at that moment.

Mor`s eyes widen as Drakon snaps his fingers, the rest of the food disappears and a few packages wrapped in colourful paper appear. Mor opens a long, heavy box first. Inside, she finds a long, slender sword and four daggers. The tips of the blades are slightly curved, the metal strangely light – lightning forged into weapons. Mor turns to Drakon, gaping.

“For me?”, she whispers. The Prince nods.

Mor squeals and hugs him. The Seraphim are known throughout the entire Continent for their master-forgery. They guard their weapons almost as closely as the secret to their creation, though. Only very rarely do they gift their weapons to outsiders – foreign royals, usually.

“I`m… honoured”, she manages, although the words barely manage to convey her feeling. Drakon shrugs a bit sheepishly and smiles at her.

From Miryam and Jurian, she gets a new armour – well, the armour is from Jurian, and Miryam inscribed it with runes that should help ward off basic spells and protect her against severe hits. Rhys got her a beautiful red dress and from Az, she gets a new saddle for her horse. Finally, there is only one small package left.

“From me”, Andromache says with a slight smile.

This package is far smaller than the others. Mor rips open the deep-red paper and reveals a small box made of dark wood. Carefully, Mor opens it and gasps. A necklace of white diamonds glitters within. Matching earrings lie next to them.

“Oh”, Mor whispers. Her hand shoots to her mouth.

“I`ll help you put them on”, Andromache says and darts around the table.

Gently, she brushes Mor`s hair aside. Her fingers brush against her collarbone, sending sparks of heat shooting through Mor.

“There you go”, the queen whispers and fastens the necklace.

“Absolutely stunning”, Drakon tells her. Azriel seems to sink deeper into his shadows.

“Isn`t that a heirloom?”, Miryam asks softly. Her eyes flicker from the necklace to Andromache and back again.

“Yes”, Andromache says. She is standing so close behind Mor that she can feel her breath tickling her neck.

Mor spins around to her to face her. “What?”

“I thought they`d suit you.” Andromache shrugs. “They glow as brightly as you do.”

Mor smiles at her and for a heartbeat, they are the only people in the room. But then, Rhys claps her back and makes some light-hearted comment Mor barely hears. Music starts drifting in from the camp and somehow, they all end up filing outside to join the soldiers celebrating outside.

Mor ends up on the dancing floor, twirling around with one soldier after another. People keep passing her drinks and Mor downs them in one shot, laughing as she keeps dancing.

Then suddenly, she finds herself face to face with Andromache, her hands on the human woman`s hips. Mor`s blood is boiling, but at the same time, something like dread shoots through her. She makes to pull away, but Andromache gently takes hold of her hands.

“Dance with me”, she whispers, “What`s the worst that could happen?”

Mor should say no, she knows it too damn well. But then, why not risk it? Just this once. After all, she`s on the Continent, not in Prythian and if this happiness is possible for Sinna and Nephelle, why shouldn`t she get a chance? And maybe she is more drunk than she thought, because she takes Andromache by the waist and pulls her close.

“A wonderful day”, Mor whispers. Her voice sounds hoarse even in her own ears.

“Indeed.” She can feel Andromache`s smile.

For a while, they dance in silence. Their bodies move in perfect harmony. Mor feels more at home than ever in the past months.

“What are you thinking?”, the queen asks softly.

“That we should have done this much sooner”, Mor replies.

In this night, with the stars glittering above, all the reasons not to seem far away. There is just Andromache, vibrant and beautiful. And for some reason Mor cannot possibly imagine, clearly interested in her. It is a dream come true.

They dance closer and closer together. Mor`s entire body is on fire. This is what she wants, she realizes. She has never wanted anything more than this. Andromache`s hair tingles her cheek.

“You`re so beautiful”, Mor whispers into her ear.

Their faces are close, so close now. Andromache`s lips part slightly.

Mor doesn`t know why, but for a heartbeat, her gaze leaves the queen`s face. To find Azriel staring at her. A shadow wraps around his ear. The shadowsinger`s face seems impassive, but Mor can read the confusion in his eyes. The suspicion that`s beginning to form. Just like that, the fire in her blood turns to ice.

She pulls apart from Andromache, stumbling back a step.

“What`s wrong?”, Andromache asks. Concern and hurt war on her face.

“I…”, Mor stutters. She can see nothing but the look on Azriel`s face. “I have to go. Sorry.”

She turns around and begins pushing through the crowd. Andromache remains standing between the dancing soldiers. Lost. Hurt. Mor has to force herself to keep walking. Her heart races. She imagines Azriel`s eyes following her. She can almost feel his gaze, searing on her back.

This shouldn`t have happened. Oh Cauldron, how could she be so stupid? To think that a thousand miles of distance would be enough to keep her away from her family. Because even if Azriel and Rhys should understand, word is sure to get back to her family.

It will destroy her. Because as soon as her father finds out this one part of her that she kept secret, he won`t stop until he has destroyed her. It will be her end.

But if Az suspects already… What can she do? How can she fix this.

“Are you alright?” Suddenly, Drakon is standing in front of her, a look of concern on his face.

Mor has a hard time breathing. They can`t know, none of them can know.

“Hey.” Drakon gently takes her by the arm. “What`s wrong?”

Mor dares a look around her shoulder. Azriel is still watching. And suddenly, Mor has an idea.

“Dance with me”, she says.

“What?”

“Please.”

Mor takes his hands and puts them on her waist. When she begins to dance, Drakon follows her lead, thank the Cauldron. His confusion is written clearly on his face, though. And still, Azriel is staring at them. His look is like that chamber beneath the Hewn City, like the feeling of nails tearing through her body.

This isn`t convincing enough. So Mor gives Drakon her best, dazzling smile – even though she feels more like crying.

“Pretend to be flirting with me”, she whispers to Drakon.

“What?” Now, he sounds fully confused.

“Please”, Mor begs, “I can`t explain, I just… Please.”

Drakon hesitates only for a heartbeat. Then, he pulls her closer, smiling brightly at her.

“Like this?”, he asks softly, “If I do anything you don`t want, just tell me.”

Mor has to keep from sagging with relief. “You too”, she whispers. “And thank you.”

She runs her fingers through Drakon`s hair. For a while, they keep dancing in silence. Mor is careful to keep smiling, keep touching Drakon.

“I`m sure he`ll catch the hint”, Drakon finally says.

Mor misses a step and stumbles, he steadies her. It takes her a heartbeat to realize that he doesn`t know. Drakon likely just noticed Azriel staring, and came to the conclusion that Mor just wants to get rid of an unwanted admirer.

“It`s not that easy”, she whispers, “I don`t want to hurt him.”

And this will hurt Azriel, that much is sure. Her choosing a prince over him –

“That is very kind of you”, Drakon says, “But he does not have a claim on you. You owe him nothing, and certainly not what he clearly wants from you. And if he`s worth anything at all, he will accept that.”

Mor takes a shuddering breath. She can feel tears burning in her eyes. Then, she`s full-out crying.

“It`s okay”, Drakon whispers and gently rubs her back.

Before she can help herself, she is crying on Drakon`s shoulder. He whispers soothing words to her, but Mor barely hears what he is saying. It`s just too much. All of it.

But eventually, her tears stop and they pull apart. When Mor looks over Drakon`s shoulder, Azriel is no longer standing at the side of the dancing floor.

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“This was a wonderful idea”, Jurian whispers into Miryam`s ear.

She nods. She doesn`t even remember when she felt this… light the last time. Like a weight she hasn`t even known she was carrying vanished from her shoulders. She danced with Jurian until she was dizzy. Now, they are sitting side by side at the edge of the dancing floor. Jurian is running his fingers through her hair.

“Looks like we aren`t the only ones having fun”, he says.

Miryam follows his gaze and frowns. She can`t believe her eyes.  “Wait… Are those Mor and Drakon?”

“Yep.” Jurian sounds extremely smug. “I`ve always thought they`d fit well together.”

“And I always thought neither of them seemed really interested”, Miryam mutters. But there they are, dancing together so closely that there`s hardly any space left between them.

“Why?”

Miryam shrugs. “Just a feeling.”

Truth is, she was almost entirely sure that Mor had a thing for Andromache – and that the queen returned the feeling. With how the two of them were acting, she was convinced it would only be a matter of time before they made their relationship known. It doesn`t take her long to find Andromache – the queen is just storming away from the dancing. The Shadowsinger, Azriel, looks almost as miserable.

“Maybe you were wrong”, Jurian points out gently, “Has to happen from time to time, right?”

Miryam is pretty sure she isn`t wrong on this. But Mor and Drakon are indeed looking very cosy, and Miryam is not about to gossip about her friend like this, so she just nods.

They sit in silence for a while, watching the soldiers dance. Miryam leans her head against Jurian`s shoulder and smiles softly.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “There`s something I have been meaning to ask. For a while, actually.”

His tone is tense enough that Miryam sits up straighter and turns around to face him. “Okay?”

“I was wondering…” He keeps his eyes carefully trained on the dancing soldiers. “I heard that when half-Fae inherit magical abilities, they are usually also immortal. And, well…”

“I`m as mortal as you are”, Miryam says, saving him the trouble of having to come up with a way to phrase his question. “Usually, half-Fae with powers really are immortal, but they also have their powers from childhood. I didn`t. And Fae and humans age differently from the very beginning – for them, it takes twenty-five years to mature, for us only eighteen. I aged the human way so far, and I doubt it will change.”

Jurian nods thoughtfully. “Do you regret it?”, he asks.

Miryam laughs softly. “No.” She doesn`t even need to think about the reply. “Most people probably would, but I don`t want to live forever. It makes life indefinitely more precious to know that it isn`t forever.”

“I agree.” Jurian grins. “Probably makes us the only two people in the world.”

“Probably.”

Jurian is silent for a moment, then, a smile slowly begins to form on his face, “Hold on. You mean that Fae literally mature more slowly than humans? They don`t just come of age later?”

“No, it really takes them longer to mature.”

“Twenty-five, you say?” Jurian grins even more broadly now. “Amazing!”

Miryam arches an eyebrow at him. She can`t for her life think of anything that would be so amazing about Fae aging more slowly. It only makes sense, given that they also live much longer, but Miryam never considered it to be particularly exciting.

But Jurian says, “If I`m twenty-three and human, and Drakon`s twenty-eight as a Fae, that means I`m technically older than him. At least on a maturity level, if you know what I mean.”

Miryam gives him a playful shove. “Well, that comment certainly goes to prove how much more mature you are.”

Jurian laughs and puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. They remain sitting like this until well past midnight. Until the dancing has stopped and most of the soldiers have left.

“We should go to bed”, Jurian finally says.

Miryam nods. They are at war – they don`t have the luxury of staying up all night, looking up at the stars. He gets up and offers Miryam a hand to pull her to her feet. They walk through the camp side by side. As usual, they stop before Miryam`s tent.

“Goodnight”, Jurian says and turns around to leave.

“Wait.”

The word slips out before Miryam can stop herself. She bites her lip.

“Yes?”, Jurian says softly.

Miryam hesitates. They have been in a relationship for almost three years now. Still, they continue to sleep in separate tents. Jurian hasn`t pushed her on it. Not once. He`s waiting for her to take the first step, and so far, Miryam hasn`t. She decided that she wanted to do it months ago already, but so far, she hasn`t found the courage.

Jurian is still looking at her, waiting for a reply.

Miryam mentally kicks herself and says, “You could stay.”

“You`re sure?” He steps closer to her and takes her hand in his. “I don`t want you to do something you`re not comfortable with just because you… feel some kind of pressure.”

It is a way out – and Miryam loves him for offering it to her. Still, she shakes her head. “I`m not comfortable”, she says, looking him straight in the eye. “But I don`t think I`ll ever be comfortable. And I feel like the longer I run away from this, the worse it gets.” She shakes her head. “Let us just… try. It`s what I want, really.”

Jurian nods. “We can sleep next to each other, if you want. There`s really no need to go further if you don`t want to.”

Miryam gives him a relieved smile. That sounds easy enough. She loves him, after all, and she has been waiting for this moment for months. This will be fine. There really is no need for her to be scared.

He follows her into her tent. For a moment, they stand around awkwardly.

“Soo”, Miryam says, blushing, “I should probably change.”

Jurian doesn`t say anything. He just watches her. Miryam begins fiddling around with the buttons of her tunic and turns her back to him.

“I could turn around”, Jurian offers.

“No”, Miryam says, loosening the last button. Her fingers shake and she takes a deep breath. “It`s just… not very pretty, I`m afraid. And I´d rather not see the look on your face when you see it.”

Taking a final deep breath, she pulls off her tunic. Jurian gasps.

“Yes, I know”, Miryam says softly.

She knows exactly what she looks like. Her entire body is covered in scars. Burns and cuts, some of them punishments for mistakes, others for simply existing. The only reason they spared her face was that most Fae prefer their slaves to be pleasant to look at.

“I…”, Jurian begins, then trails off.

Miryam reaches for her tunic. Her cheeks are burning. This was stupid. A stupid mistake. She is about to quickly pull it over, but Jurian takes her by the arm and stops her.

“Wait”, he says gently, “I`m sorry, I-“ He steps around her until he is looking her in the face“This doesn`t matter to me. Okay? You are kind and strong and beautiful and I love you more than anything else.”

Miryam smiles through the tears that are still running down her face. “I love you too”, she whispers and leans her head against his.

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Drakon wakes up with a pounding headache. The light is far too bright in his eyes, and he presses his face into his pillow.

“I`m never drinking again”, he mutters.

Mor and him stayed up until dawn yesterday. She had dug up a bottle of whiskey somewhere, and they kept passing it back and forth. It was the first time since the beginning of the war that Drakon did something like this, but Mor needed a distraction. Badly. In spite of his pounding headache, Drakon doesn`t regret staying up to keep her company.

Groaning, sits up in his bed and rubs his face. Go ahead, he reprimands himself, If you can get drunk at night, you can also work the next day. He manages to get up. Bleary-eyed, he walks over to his desk, where someone already delivered the morning post. Three from various members of his council about matters regarding the governing of Erithia. Another letter with a report from the leader of his non-Seraphim army. The fifth letter, though, makes Drakon frown.

The envelope is made of thick, heavy paper. And the seal in the red vax… A blazing sun with a crown over it. Ravenia`s seal.

Every thought clears out of his head. With shaking fingers, Drakon breaks the seal and opens the letter.

My love,

Ever since the regrettable end of our engagement almost five years ago, I have been hoping to have another conversation with you. Now, it seems we will finally have the chance. I will be expecting your presence in my beautiful palace within the next few days.

Yeah, right. Drakon frowns. What kind of sick game is this? He continues reading.

Until you arrive here, I will have to entertain myself with a few of your soldiers who were kind enough to join me here, including your charming General Sinna.

Drakon nearly drops the letter. His heart misses a beat, then races on. No, no, no.

As you know, the Black Land is famous for its hospitality. I can assure you that your soldiers will be able to attest to that once you arrive and they may leave as free people. Should you fail to arrive within the next few days, though, I am afraid your people will only be able to leave in pieces.

I look forward to welcoming you at my palace.

With love,

Queen Ravenia of the Black Land

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A/N: I`m mean, I know. I`ll have the next chapter up as soon as possible. Anyways-

Huge thanks to @croissantcitysucks for giving me advice on how to write Mor in this scene! I hope the way I did it turned out alright!

About the ages. I know sjm never really specifies how Fae age (or rather, she gives conflicting information), so I just picked an aging system that made at least some sense to me. I'm not exactly happy with Miryam and Drakon having an age gap of seven years, but I really could see no way Fae would age the same speed as humans, so I needed him to be a bit older.

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Nightmare 3

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Just one more. Hope you like it~

CW// Graphic content, death, vore, dream whump, emeto, blood, situational whump, creepy whumpers, guns, monsters, body horror, flesh, failed escape attempt, horror and demons.  CANT STRESS ENOUGH THIS ONE IS VERY GRAPHIC. Ask to tag

Someone´s view was filled with neon colors and black.

Someone looked around.

And Someone thought it was a busy street with lots of people wearing black.

Wait.

Someone heard a muffled voice nearby.

Someone turned to their right and saw a freckled boy with a heavy looking armor.

He was screaming something at Someone.

“I…I can´t hear you…” tried saying Someone.

They boy apparently heard them and showed surprise in his gray eyes. Then the boy shooked Someone without ceasing the screaming.

He looked so worried about something.

But there was many people in the street just walking.

What was he so worried about?

“…un! …urry…we…ne…ind..t…EXIT!” Finally, Someone could hear everything. Inhuman screeches flooded the air. War cries trying to overthrow them.

“Hurry, Someone! we need to go! they found us! We need to find the exit now!” He screamed with desesparation on his voice.

“What´s…?” Someone started.

“Now run! RUN!” The boy grabbed Someone´s hand and sprinted across the carpet of people.

What Someone thought was people just walking, were actually humans with the same black armor of the boy.

The neon lights were not just lights. But some kind of fleshy mass with bat wings, whose screeches were making a hole on Someone´s head.

The sound of shotguns and the ground filled with corpses, made very difficult to keep up with the boy.

“WHAT´S HAPPENING?! WHERE ARE WE?!” Yelled Someone at the boy.

“Why? Why did this had to happen on the second floor? We are not even close!” Someone heard say the boy, completely ignoring Someone.

“HEY! WHAT´S HAPPENING!” Someone yelled again. The boy still didn´t listen.

Someone heard a screech too close. And when they turned around, one of the creatures was flying in their direction with its mouth completely open.

Someone saw its fangs were the size of a grown adult.

It was moving too fast, and they didn´t have anything at hand.

So, Someone jumped at the boy making him trip.

Someone felt how the creature passed above them at full speed.

Someone looked on the sea of corpses trying to find a gun.

There was one covered in blood a few feet apart.

“IT´S COMING BACK!” The boy yelled unable to move.

Someone had never hold a gun on their hands. But the movement they used to recharge and aim at the creature, came out as natural as breathing.

As if they had used it their whole life.

Without even falling over the hit of the gun on their shoulder, it shoot with a deafining sound.

The creature took all of it and exploded in a rain of yellow water.

Only for more to appear right behind it.

Someone wouldn´t be able to take them all at once.

Someone ran towards the boy and grabbed his hand while they hurried to get away.

“WHERE CAN WE HIDE?” Someone screamed at the boy, behind them.

“THE ELEVATOR IS THAT WAY. FOLLOW ME!”

The boy sprinted beyond Someone. The place they were in looked like a street in the middle of the night.  

But it was all fake.

The stars don´t move at the speed the ones in the ceiling did. Neither the sky suddenly opened in a horizontal line for other set of horrendous creatures to come out of it.

The boy kept running and took a fallen person´s gun, pointing at the newly emerged creatures with fearing accuracy.

Someone tried to help him.

The boy, having cleared the path from monsters, ran towards a control panel and attacked the keyboard.

Soon enough the wall that looked like a real city, cracked on a horizontal line, allowing to see a little metal room with tackles in each point.

“GO!”

The boy´s scream fell in some of the closest people ears. And with a tremendous sound of their boots crushing the bodies below them, they dashed to the elevator.

Someone saw themselves inmersed on a sea of people that didn´t care about pushing or hurting each other.

“GET US OUT KID” Someone heard someone yell.

The boy who was just beside Someone, slammed a botton just moments before another swarm of people jumped into the elevator.

The metal system, dropped to the ground like if gravity was even heavier than normal.

They went so fast.

Too fast.

“WE ARE GOING TO CRASH” Someone told the boy beside them.

“WHAT?”

Oh how the tables turn.

“WE MUST STOP THIS!” yelled Someone back.

“NO! WE NEED TO GET TO THE FOURTH FLOOR AT LEAST!”

“DO YOU WANT TO DIE SO MUCH?” Someone screamed trying to reach the keyboard of inside the elevator.

“NO!” The boy screamed too late. Someone had pressed the stop button.

The sudden cease on falling made everyone fly a little bit on the air before crushing their skulls into the ground.

Some quicker people, had put their hands or arms before their heads just a second before touching the floor.

But that couldn´t help them escape the great pain it caused.

Someone was quicker than half of them and had put their hand.

Someone was not as affected as the half that broke their skulls even with their hand cushioning the fall.

Someone was of the few who survived the interrupted fall.

And Someone had the fault of all that.

But Someone didn´t care a single bit.

Because Someone knew all of them would have died if they didn´t had stopped it.

However, other people weren´t as understanding.

And as soon as they could stand up, they started crying their partners deaths.

Someone felt how they were grabbed and pinned to the wall.

“WHAT WERE YOU EVEN THINKING?!” the boy punched Someone in the face. “We don´t have time for this nonsense! We NEED to get to the 5th floor if we want to survive” Someone felt their nose bleeding uncontrollably.

And Someone squeezed the boy´s hand until he let them go.

“I don´t think you understand what was going to happen if I didn´t stop it” Someone said looking at the boy from above. “I saved your sorry ass. A thank you would be nice, don´t you think?”

Someone was enraged.

And so was the boy.

“Do you know how hard we worked to get to the second floor in this six months? No, of course not. Why would the captain know how their underlings suffer and die in this hellish place” his teeth were clenched so hard Someone feared he would break them at any second.

“ok darling but haven´t you seen that little number on the monitor? We are on the 4th floor” The boy´s look immediatly fell on the big “4” the monitor showed. “We got this far, and all of this people died, and we´re finally here?”

A silent response.

The boy looked at Someone perplexed. And then started laughing histerically. Putting every survivor eyes on them.

“Okay, that´s just… whatever we didn´t need at this exact moment” tears started to flow from the boy´s eyes. “great. Just… GREAT”.

Someone felt sorry for him.

“We shouldn´t chant victory yet” A man´s voice resonated “Whatever is in the other side of this gates, is certainly going to kill us before we can even yelp for help” he aggravated.

“We are screwed then” the juvenile voice exclaimed. “There´s not enough of us”

“Not necessarily” Someone blasted out without thinking. Making every eye go on their direction “I-I mean, we can do it! we have the guns and this armors. We just need to think positively!”

The survivors looked at each other.

“We have tried making something that would get us out of the view of the demons to not make our numbers decrease, but…” the man looked away, disgusted by the very words he wanted to say.

“It didn´t work” Someone finished.

“It failed miserably”

“Then we could…” Someone started.

“STOP!” the boy screamed making everyone jump. “We are on the fourth floor right? We did it! Even tho, the fall from the second to this one, made half of us die, maybe we can actually get out of here”.

Everyone dripped a single tear of sweat.

Someone felt uneasy, but it was the only option they had at the moment.

“Let´s do this” Someone talked. “But we gotta prepare for the fall. We need to lay down while we´re at it. That way the impact won´t be as big”

“Alright, I will push the button and let you know” The boy confirmed approaching the keyboard.

Not a second after, the walls, just like a piece of paper, were teared apart.

The monster who came out of the hole, was an enourmous black mass with one eye and lots of teeth. So big, that they could only see its face. If that could be considered a face.

“HELL NO!” Someone yelled aiming the gun at the thing´s eye. As Someone shoot, Someone felt how, suddenly, the ground pulled them as strong as before.

Someone fell into their backs only to see the monster´s eye getting crushed between the elevator and the wall.

Someone felt so heavy.

Someone threw up turning their head to the sides in the fall.

It was too much to handle.

But finally they had reached the bottom.

The last floor.

Miracously the elevator had decelerated before reaching it.

Allowing a somehow soft landing.

Nevertheless, only courses vent out Someone´s mouth.

“Is everyone ok?” They asked grabbing their bloody head.

There was no response.

“Hey, I said…” Someone looked up.

There was not even one person alive.

The freckled boy´s head was smashed against the button he had pressed before.

The others…

Someone threw up once again.

Someone panted in horror.

But Someone wasn´t going to die.

Someone wouldn´t allow their body to die.

So Someone grabbed all the guns they could carry and strapped two of them together. Someone noticed how they merged to their hand,as if it was skin trying to cover a wound.

Someone´s new weapon was attached to their hand, but it didn´t hurt.

Someone was ready to fight whatever there was passing the closed doors of the fifth floor.

They opened.

And Someone saw hell.

These weren´t normal walls.

These were walls made of Flesh.

Adornated with skulls and black ropes forming beautiful patterns.

These weren´t shapeless monsters.

These were demons.

Elegant and deathly with their white skin covered in red tatoos and golden eyes.

Thousands of them.

Thousands of eye pairs locked on Someone.

But not Someone, nor the demons, attacked.

They quietly grinned. And the most close to the elevator, stood up showing the glowing white and toned naked body.

Its claws beautifully gloved with glowing scarlet.

They stood in front of a freezed Someone.

And then bowed before them.

The others followed it.

“My highness” the demon hissed. “You have done a great job. You promised us with new flesh to eat. And we´re glad your highness could accomplish the floor trials succesfully to bring the best of the best to us”

Someone was speechless.

Someone felt how the weapons attached to their hand turned into a snowy white.

Little by little covering Someone´s body.

Someone´s skin transformed into a toned white with golden tattoos.

Someone couldn´t move an inch.

“Don´t fret my highness” the same demon who bowed at first finally stood up. “for us to not die of starvation. For us, you decided to become the best meat we would ever taste by completing the floors trial made by our merciless god”

“THANKS YOUR HIGHNESS!” the demons acclaimed.

But Someone´s now elongated ears wouldn´t be fooled.

Someone´s new eyes, could perfectly see the hungry looks the demons threw at them.

“And now, would your highness allow me to take the first bite?” The demon asked Someone.

Unable to move.

Unable to think.

Someone could just tremble.

“OH! Thanks your highness!” The demon acclaimed smiling with his pointy teeth. Someone hadn´t said anything.

And in a second the demon sprinted towards Someone.

Someone moved in the last second.

Someone wasn´t going to be eaten.

Someone ran for their life.

But the demon´s tail captured them and threw them to the soft and fleshy ground.

Someone screamed as they felt the demon´s teeth ripping a piece of their body.

Then every single demon took a bite.

It must had been a delight as they went for more after tasting it first.

Millions of teeth.

Thousend of delighted moans.

And one single being screaming in pain as they were torn apart.

After some time, Someone started to not feel anything at all.

Someone´s head was all there was.

Someone´s eyes finally let go of the last teardrop.

But Someone isn´t dead.

As Someone is still dreaming.

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CW// Graphic content, death, vore, dream whump, emeto, blood, situational whump, creepy whumpers, guns, monsters, body horror, flesh, failed escape attempt, horror and demons.  CANT STRESS ENOUGH THIS ONE IS VERY GRAPHIC. Ask to tag

[laceymorganwrites]

Is it snake of snack (14)

Word count: 2,217

Pairing: Daishou x fem!reader

Warnings: child abuse, self harm, childhood trauma, anxiety/panic attack, swearing, hurt and comfort, Bokuto is a good friend

A/N: this is basically just an angsty dragged out chapter of the last one, please read the warnings and skip this if you´re triggered by any of this. 

Listen to: Dying in a hot tub - Palaye Royale

Taglist: @samuthots @doggonudez @pepperful-qt @sandwitchsthings

Daishou didn´t mean to send that last text… he really didn´t. He always kept his feelings to himself. And for a good reason, he didn´t want to bother anyone else with it.

Besides, from his experience, nobody even cared. And you only told people what they wanted to hear. That was what he got taught.

Or rather punched into him by his father, the same man who yelled at him that he should disappear, that he couldn´t do anything right, that he was a waste of breath and that he should shut up at all times or next time he wouldn´t make it out alive.

His mind was a dark place, he knew this and tried to avoid it at all costs, he found healthy coping mechanisms with you, you were also the only person he trusted with his inner thoughts.

After your break up however, he reverted back to his old self, closing off and falling into the oh so familiar path of self deprecation and destruction.

He hasn´t cut himself in a while, not even scratched, but he could feel the itch in his skin, right underneath those ugly scars, which were signs of weakness. Daishou knew that it was unhealthy and bad, he knew that he shouldn´t do it, that he was truly fucked up to do so.

But then again, he was fucked up enough already before, so why stop when it helped? Even if only for an instance?

Current pain inflicted by himself was much better than reappearing suppressed memories that cut deeper than any blade ever could.

The good thing was that he could control the depth of the wound, he felt oddly safe when cutting, hyper fixating was always the thing that helped most, yet it was also the most dangerous thing to him.

Especially when he got so deep into his mind that he couldn´t possibly get out of it alone.

“Alright, I´m going to the bar with you!” he announced after hurriedly throwing on something to make him look presentable and leaving his room to join the others.

Kuroo was nervous, Daishou could tell, he also knew that he tried to hide his crush on their neighbor and bartender, but never pressed the matter.

“You look good” he stated, nodding at him approvingly.

It felt weird being complimented like that, Daishou never believed he looked alright, not even close to it, he was a mere insect unworthy of any attention.

But still his heart leaped in ecstasy as soon as those words left Kuroo´s mouth.

He didn´t style his hair today as the decision to go out came rather spontaneous.

You always thought he looked incredibly cute like this, he missed the way you´d look at him, the way your eyes sparked when you caressed his cheek. He swore he could still feel your warm hand.

His heart ached for you, he missed you terribly.

Sure, you were friends now, but Daishou was greedy, he wanted more.

Now that he has had a taste of what love could feel like, he didn´t ever want to feel anything else, he felt so safe with you, but more than that he needed you like the air he breathed.

Daishou simply didn´t function without you.

“I think you should stay home, Daishou” Bokuto said, looking at him with a worried expression.

Soon after moving in and being at a state of not hating each other, Daishou forced himself to open up a bit, if only to avoid his major trigger: alcohol.

Luckily his roommates were very supportive and respectful and so alcohol became a prohibited good in their apartment.

When Bokuto or Kuroo went out, they made sure not too drink too much and when they arrived home, they went straight to bed while being as silent as possible.

It worked well too, but Bokuto was always more perceptive than Kuroo in regards to mental health, he just picked up on the small things that Kuroo wouldn´t usually think about.

Not because he didn´t care, but just because the two had a very different way of thinking, Kuroo being more logical and Bokuto emotional.

“I´m fine, it´s okay. We´re not gonna stay long anyways. I just need some fresh air” Daishou said, his voice not even convincing himself, but he wasn´t ready to unpack the baggage that he carried currently.

And so the three of them walked out of their apartment, Bokuto already made up a plan in his head to let Daishou stay outside while he quickly delivered Kuroo.

He tried to minimize the time he had to spend in the company of drunk people as well as thinking about what to get for take out later.

But things never went as planned, did they?

As soon as they arrived at the bar, Daishou´s eyes diverted to the floor, he stayed frozen in place next to the entrance, trying his best to blend in with the wall, making himself as small as possible.

Others wouldn´t realize that something was wrong, they didn´t even spare a glance at him, which didn´t make the situation worse, but still, Bokuto could feel his heart clench in empathy.

Kuroo dragged him inside with him and when Yuuji saw them, he found himself in a conversation that felt like it would drag on forever.

He needed to get back to Daishou before he did something stupid, he knew that look in his eyes.

Also he felt like he was third wheeling and it made him very uncomfortable.

When things got too intimate for him, he just slipped away and hurried outside.

Daishou was still in the same spot, but he looked aghast.

Bokuto´s alarm bells rang all at the same time, he scratched the idea of getting take out for dinner and approached Daishou, apologizing loudly for being so late not to scare him.

He once tapped him on the shoulder in such a state before he knew how it made him feel and Daishou almost jumped out of his skin.

He kept quiet the whole walk home, sternly looking at the ground while Bokuto made conversation to distract him as best as he could.

As soon as they arrived at the apartment Daishou retreated to his room, sitting down on the floor, crouching down and resting his head on his knees.

Bokuto was quick to follow with a glass of water and whatever snack he could grab the fastest.

He sat down next to Daishou who was shaking and sobbing, clearly trying his best to keep quiet.

Just as he was taught.

Every time Daishou cried as a child, which was often, his father would tell him to shut up, hitting him hard across the face, most of the times leaving bruises.

To this day, Daishou still got jumpy when someone touched him without him seeing it, even something simple as just tapping his shoulder.

It made him cower in fear.

If he obeyed, he wouldn´t get hurt, it has always been this way and even after the divorce, even when he knew that he´d never have to see this horrible man again, he still saw his image in people he passed on the street.

Just like he did earlier.

His father was an alcoholic, making sure to tell Daishou what a mistake he was every time he got the chance to, his words left deep scars in Daishou´s mind and to this day he still felt unworthy.

His inferiority complex showed most in the way he played volleyball, not trusting his skills enough until he played for the uni team.

Kuroo and Bokuto helped more than he liked to admit, they were able to calm and silent his mind when he couldn´t and they became precious friends to him, a truly unlikely friendship.

He wanted to believe in himself like they did just one time.

Daishou had told Bokuto about his father in depth before, Kuroo only knew the gist of it all.

So Bokuto could only imagine what he must be going through right now.

“Let it all out, man. Don´t hold it in” he said and promptly Daishou´s crying got louder, but also more controlled.

He remembered when he had hyperventilated once before and how scared he was for him, how helpless he felt.

Ever since that incident Bokuto made sure to read into the topic of mental health and how to help properly.

He waited patiently until Daishou was done crying and then offered him the water and the snacks.

Daishou was grateful for his presence, Bokuto made him feel like it was okay that he wasn´t, like he had nothing to be ashamed of, like he was free.

“Thanks...” he said, his voice hoarse, finishing the glass and putting it next to him.

“That´s what friends are for. You´re not alone in this, we´re always here for you and if you want to talk about anything, you can unload it on me. I´m here to listen and to help” Bokuto told him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and this time Daishou didn´t flinch, he only looked up at him with swollen eyes and a grateful smile.

“Can I tell you something stupid?” Daishou asked, sniffling to which Bokuto nodded.

“I don´t want to be just friends with (Y/N). I´m too dependent on her, I miss her too much… I don´t think I ever loved someone as much as I love her and I don´t think I will ever love anyone else…” he admitted out loud for the first time. It was something that he always knew to be true and yet it sounded so unhealthy, so toxic that he didn´t want it to be.

“It´s not stupid. Feelings are never stupid.” Bokuto said sternly and in such an earnest voice, it made Daishou chuckle.

He felt at peace until someone knocked on their door.

Bokuto got up and opened it, finding your distressed face.

“Kuroo told me what happened, is he alright?” you asked out of breath. Just a few minutes ago, Kuroo and Yuuji entered your apartment, lips locked and limbs entangled.

They only had to mention that Daishou came with them to the bar to make you hyper aware of the consequences. You acted on instinct as you did so many times before, no matter your relationship status right now.

Bokuto couldn´t really react in time and just stepped aside to let you in, pointing to Daishou´s room.

It was strange. In Daishou´s mind you hated him, from his perspective you wanted nothing to do with him, you were just with him out of pity.

He held you in such high regards that he never once thought about your feelings from a realistic point of view.

Bokuto had to smile, it was so clear to him that you loved Daishou just as much as he loved you.

“Sugu? It´s me… I´m coming in” you announced your presence, refraining to knock because you knew loud and sudden noises scared him.

Slowly you opened the door and found him sitting on the floor, in the same miserable position as before, looking up at you with pleading eyes, eyes that said ´I´m sorry I´m a mess, a failure´, ´I´m sorry that I can´t ever be good enough´.

You sat down next to him, just close enough for him to know that you were there but not too close to make him uncomfortable.

“Code red?” you softly asked, it was your secret code to make sure he didn´t cut.

He shook his head, reaching out his arms for you so you could check, it was routine, it made him feel safe rather than ashamed and embarrassed.

You slowly rolled up his sleeves to inspect his scars, the freshest were about a few months old.

Nothing changed. Your heart still ached when you saw them, you felt somewhat responsible for them and guilty as well.

Daishou didn´t deserve to suffer like this…

“You know you´re not alone, right?” you softly asked.

He nodded.

“Bokuto and Kuroo… they help a lot” he said, making you relax your worried expression a bit.

“Don´t let them win, the voices in your head. They´re not real, always remember that. Something that isn´t real doesn´t have any control over you, but you have all the control over it. Use it. You´re stronger than you think, Sugu” you still held onto his arms without realizing it, softly tracing your fingers over them.

“I miss you…” he quietly said, averting his eyes, before speaking again.

“I don´t wanna be just friends” as soon as those words left his mouth you pulled him into a tight hug, your hands caressing his back.

Daishou immediately relaxed into your touch, hugging you back desperately.

“Good, because I could never see you as just a friend. I love you too much for that” you told him, your hands wandering through his hair as he let himself be calmed down by your touch.

“I love you too…” he mumbled into your chest and slowly loosened the hug.

You two looked at each other for a while, warm and gentle smiles plastered on your faces as you slowly leaned in to kiss him.

Daishou kissed back eagerly since he´s been waiting so long and when your lips connected it felt like coming home.

[sylveranty]

The Wayhaven Chronicles: Book 2 - Story Spoilers Guide

This guide contains spoilers for the finale of The Wayhaven Chronicles: Book 2 by Mishka Jenkins, @seraphinitegames. Here you can find the conditions to decide the fate of a certain character and the group of Supernaturals you are dealing with in this game. Only proceed if you really want the spoilers.

The Maa-alused - Treaty, Peace, Hostility

With your choices when dealing with Falk, the leader of the maa-alused, you can influence his stance towards the Agency. The possible outcomes are him signing the offered treaty, him declining the treaty but being at peace with the Agency, or him and his group becoming hostile to the Agency.

Chapter 8 - House of Mirrors

Your first opportunity is inside the House of Mirrors when you find your Unit Bravo companion paralysed and judged. Damaging the mirror damages the relationship between the maa-alused and the Agency. Explaining gives a point towards the treaty, every inquiring choice gives peace points. [[#Move between UB and the hand to ask what the supernatural wants.]] +1 Peace [[#Smash the mirror.]] +1 Hostility [[#Move between UB and the hand, then demand to know what's wrong with UB.]] +1 Falk, +1 Peace [[#Move between UB and the hand, trying to explain there must be a misunderstanding.]] +1 Treaty, +1 Falk [[#Move in front of the mirror and plead for them to stop.]] +1 Peace, +1 Falk [[#Shoot the mirror.]] +1 Hostility

Chapter 12 - Diplomacy

The next opportunity is when you actually meet Falk face to face to propose to him the Agency's offer of a treaty. How do you start the conversation? [[#"I'm glad we could meet like this, Falk."]] +1 Falk, +1 Treaty [[#"I'm here on behalf of the Agency only."]] +1 Peace, +1 Mason/Morgan [[#"Interesting decor you have here. Love how you turned the leaky walls into a feature."]] +1 Hostility [[#"We both know why we're here. Shall we just get down to it?"]] +1 Falk, +1 Treaty [[#"It's nice to meet you. I hope we can find common ground in this meeting."]] +1 Falk, +1 Treaty [[#Give a simple nod of respectful greeting.]] +1 Falk, +1 Peace [[#Take a seat without greeting.]] +1 Hostility Falk explains to you the maa-alused way of judging people's guilt. What's your reaction? [[#"That's not justice. That's just judgement based on your opinion."]] +1 Hostility, +1 Falk [[#"I understand you have your way of working, but it causes too much harm."]] +1 Treaty [[#"Everyone feels guilt over something. You can't judge a person on that."]] +1 Treaty, +1 Falk [[#"I suppose it's a quicker justice process than we have."]] +1 Falk, +1 Peace [[#"What about when you threatened me? Your lackeys didn't judge Bobby|Douglas at all."]] +1 Hostility [[#"That just sounds like invading someone's privacy."]] +1 Treaty [[#"You will have to stop. Your way of justice is not fair. Not logical."]] +1 Peace

Chapter 13 - Falk visits at Night

Falk will visit you alone at night, inquiring about your personal opinion of the Agency. [[#"I don't really know yet. I've only just started with them."]] +1 Falk [[#"They are doing what they can in difficult circumstances."]] +1 Treaty [[#"I admit they seem a little…cagey on some things."]] +1 Peace, +1 Falk [[#"They seem better than most big organisations."]] +1 Treaty [[#"Anyone keeping so many secrets is always hiding something of their own."]] +1 Hostility, +1 Falk [[#"My opinion on them is my own."]] +1 Peace, -1 Falk [[#"I trust them. They've opened me up to a whole new world."]] +1 Treaty, +1 Falk [[#"What I think doesn't matter. Only what you do."]] +1 Peace, +1 Falk

Chapter 14 - Attack on the Warehouse

Falk and some of his group attack the warehouse in desparation and indignation. How do you react to them? Failing the skill check will result in, +1 Hostility. Succeeding in the checks will either result in, +1 Treaty or, +1 Peace. Using the DMB Spray will have negative consequences. There is one choice for every skill. You need to have at least 70 points in said skill to succeed. Two of the choices also use the Supernatural Research skill, two others the Supernatural Combat skill to help you succeed if you have at least 40 in the professional skill. [[#Offer them help and try to calm them down without conflict.]] +1 Falk, +1 Treaty (People 70, or 40 and Supernatural Research), else +1 Hostility [[#Join in with the fighting to subdue them.]] +1 Peace (Combat 70, or 40 and Supernatural Combat), else +1 Hostility [[#Examine them closely to see if I can deduce what happened.]] +1 Falk, +1 Peace (Deduction 70, or 40 and Supernatural Research), else +1 Hostility [[#Use a soundtrack on my phone to fool them into thinking backup is coming.]] +1 Peace (Science 70, or 40 and Supernatural Combat), else +1 Hostility [[#Use the DMB spray.]] +2 Hostility, -1 Treaty, -1 Falk (if you already have points in Treaty or Falk)

Chapter 17 - Trappers Aftermath

If Sanja is alive you get +2 Treaty. If Sanja is dead, your points also change: If you had points in Treaty, you lose -2 Treaty points. Either way, you gain +2 Peace if you have more Peace than Hostility points. Otherwise +2 Hostility. Directly after these points were applied, another change happens (still if Sanja is dead). If you have more Hostility points than Peace points, +2 Hostility. Otherwise (so either equal points or more Peace points), +2 Peace. Falk then accuses the Agency of being the reason why the Trappers knew of his group's location. [[#"You hardly made yourselves inconspicuous. They could have found you on their own."]] +1 Treaty [[#"It does seem the Agency isn't as infallible as they like to think."]] +1 Peace [[#"The information didn't come from us. The Agency wouldn't allow it."]] If Sanja alive +1 Treaty, else +1 Peace [[#"And yet we still tried tried to get/got your friend back after it happened."]] +1 Hostility, -1 Falk if you have points with him [[#"Can you guarantee that nothing gets slipped past your people either?"]] +1 Peace [[#"No, it's not true."]] +1 Treaty if: People 60 or Combat 70 or Charming 60 or no higher than 30 or Falk at least 3 points, else +1 Hostility, -1 Falk Afterwards, you get another opportunity to discuss Falk's understanding of justice. [[#"The world is harsh, but punishment and justice shouldn't be ruled by that."]] +1 Treaty, +1 Falk [[#"Your brand of justice is flawed, no matter what the world is like."]] +1 Hostility [[#"Doling out justice is a heavy task. Why do it when someone else is willing?"]] +1 Treaty [[#"If it's so harsh, then why not retreat from it? We can offer that."]] +1 Falk [[#"Maybe you're right. We have our methods; you have yours."]] +1 Peace, +1 Falk Once the talk is over, your relationship with Falk is checked by the game. If you have at least 4 points with Falk, you will get either +1 Treaty or +1 Peace. If you have more Treaty points than Peace points, you get the +1 Treaty. Otherwise, you get +1 Peace. After this, the fate of the maa-alused is decided. This is the order of checking: More Treaty points than Peace points --> Treaty More Treaty points than Hostility points --> Treaty More Peace points than Hostility --> Peace More Hostility points than Peace --> Hostility More Hostility points than Treaty --> Hostility Every other case --> Peace

Sanja

Towards the end of the game, you have to head out to free Sanja, who was taken by a group of Trappers. There are four components playing into her fate: - your decisions on the way to Sanja - how well you're doing in the skill checks - whether you choose to save Sanja or one of Unit Bravo - whether you let the Agency do the blood test in Book 1 to learn more about the MC's blood or did not. These choices affect Sanja's fate: When A or N talk about "We get in, we rescue Sanja, and then we leave.", choose one of these options: [[#"We have to do everything to get her back safely."]] +1 Sanja Safety [[#"In and out. Got it."]] +1 Sanja Safety [[#Give a sharp nod. "Agreed."]] +1 Sanja Safety Here's how to locate the Trappers. There are five choices. One for each skill and one random choice (not recommended if you care about saving Sanja). The special skill you acquired earlier in your training with Unit Bravo comes into play here and can make a skill check easier. Upon success, you get, +1 towards Sanja Safety. If you fail, you will lose the point gained in the previous choice. You either need at least 65 points in the respective skill or at least 40 and the right Supernatural Defense skill. [[#Put the vampires' hypersenses to use.]] People 65, or People 40 and Supernatural Research [[#Search the area tactically.]] Combat 65, or Combat 40 and Supernatural Combat [[#Use my own equipment to get the lay of the land.]] Science 65, or Science 40 and Supernatural Research [[#Attempt to work out the Trapper's location.]] Deduction 65, or Deduction 40 and Supernatural Combat [[#Pick a tunnel at random and go for it.]] Random Roll 1 to 8. Success on three results, failure on five Now you are dealing with the first Trapper: - If you did do the tests on your own blood in Book 1, the Trappers will know about you. And they want you and Sanja will suffer because of it. You automatically lose -1 Sanja Safety points after dealing with the first Trapper. - If you did not do the blood tests, the Trappers won't know about your blood's abilities. Sanja is safer cause the Trappers still want to keep her alive to sell her off., +1 Sanja Safety. Next, you have to choose how to act in combat. There are four options, one for each professional skill. You will need at least 70% in the chosen skill to succeed. On sucess, you gain, +1 Sanja Safety points. On failure, you get %+5 in the respective skill. [[#Attempt to join in the fight.]] Combat 70: +1 Sanja Safety. Else: %+5 Combat [[#Try to look for a way to work with the vampires.]] People 70: +1 Sanja Safety. Else: %+5 People [[#Attempt to use the equipment on hand to gain an advantage.]] Science 70: +1 Sanja Safety. Else: %+5 Science [[#Attempt to deduce who the leader is and take them out first.]] Deduction 70: +1 Sanja Safety. Else: %+5 Deduction Then you are forced to make a choice that may make you scream "NOOO, WHY" or it's an easy choice for you to make: Save your RO OR save Sanja. If you don't have an RO, hey, you don't have to choose! You always save Sanja. RO or Sanja If you decide to save your RO, then subtract -2 Sanja Safety points from your counter if you already have points in it. If Sanja Safety is 0, then still -1. If you decide to save Sanja, add +2 Sanja Safety points. After the rescue choice, Sanja's fate is sealed. If you have at least 2 Sanja Safety points, she will be alive no matter who you saved. If you have less than 2 points, then she is dead. Summary In effect, if you did the blood tests in Book 1, Sanja can only be saved if you actively decide to save her over Unit Bravo. At most, you can have 2 Sanja Safety points, but you lose -2 when choosing UB... resulting in 0 Sanja Safety points, which is clearly not enough to save her. If you did not do the blood tests, you can choose to save your RO and Sanja can still live. You will have to succeed in all the skill checks and go into the sewers with the right mindset to achieve saving both. EVEN SHORTER SUMMARY Did the blood tests: Save Sanja or else Sanja is dead. Did not do the blood tests: Hit all the right choices and you can save your RO with Sanja still surviving.

[m0etenchandon]

Truths and kinks (Reader x Joe Mazzello SMUT)

Pairing: Reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: Ben knows you and Joe like each other, so he comes up with a plan to get you two together. Joe has to stay the night when his Uber cancelled, only problem is you only have one bed.. Warnings: SMUT (18+!), friends to lovers, fluff, oral, fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex (when is it not?), gentle dom!Joe A/N: I can´t even remember how I came up with this idea, I just really like the “there was only one bed” trope. Also, I was in need of some fluffy Joe smut Word count: 5.7 K

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Gif found here

“Truth or dare, Joe?”, Ben asked, eyeing his victim. They were all over at your placw for a quiet night in. Well at least it was quiet until someone brought out the booze and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare like a bunch of teenagers. It´s not that you were complaining, but Ben knew about your feelings for Joe and you really didn´t want them to come out. At least not in this setting.

“Truth”, Joe said.

“If you had to shag one of the girls here today, which would you choose?”, Ben asked.

You immediately felt your heart beat start to increase. There were only five girls in the room, but both Lucy and Gwilym´s fiancée was obviously taken. One of the girls had come with Ben but they weren´t really dating or anything, you were pretty sure they were just having casual sex. And then there were your friend, who you knew all boys usually fancy.

“Oh, uhm Y/N”, Joe answered, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. He refused to make eye contact with you, which to be honest was probably for the better because you were pretty certain you were about to have a heart attack.

Ben nudged your side, causing you to just about avoid starting to hyperventilate. He gave you a “I told you so”, look before focusing his attention back on the game. Ever since you told him about your not-so-little crush, he had been telling you that Joe felt the same way. Obviously, you didn´t believe him, it was too good to be true.

“Your turn, Y/N. Truth or dare?”, Lucy asked after a few rounds. You had avoided many of the more mature truth or dares, but the look in her eyes told you that you were in for it now. Lucy loved to leave people flustered. She was so open about her sex-life herself it didn´t really cross her mind that you might have more of a filter.

“Truth”, you said, taking a big sip of your drink to gain some liquid courage.

“What are your top three kinks?”, she asked, causing you to almost choke. Your eyes went wide, wondering if you heard her right. But the look on her face told you she meant it. Fuck.

“Oh my god, I can´t believe I´m telling you guys this but I guess praise, hands, and uhm choking”, you mumbled the last one, but no one was really paying attention anymore as Rami had knocked over his drink. However, you swear you could see Joe shift in his seat, his gaze burning into your side.

When it was Joe´s turn again, he chose dare. You immediately knew where it was going as Gwilym shot you the cheekiest grin ever, already feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I dare you to kiss a girl of your choice for 10 seconds”, Gwilym said, leaning back into his chair way too chuffed for your liking. Ben had obviously told him, that little prick.

Joe rose from his seat and closed the distance between you.

“May I, Y/N?”, he asked, offering you his hand. Shit. You wanted to, you really did, but what if he didn´t think you were a good kisser? Or if he just picked you because there was a shortage of available girls. Joe is so gorgeous, and he´s so nice, and you just can´t picture him actually liking you back.

“Jesus, get on with it”, Ben called out, causing you to look Joe in the eyes and nod. A giant smile spread over his face as he helped you to your feet. Joe licked his lips, grabbed your face and slowly leant in. His lips were so soft against yours. His hands were warm against your skin, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

You reached out to touch his chest and there was definitely a little moan coming from Joe´s mouth into yours. You melted completely into his touch, and the ten seconds went over way too quickly.

“Aww look at those two, you´re so cute together”, Lucy gushed when you pulled back. You tried to shoot her a mean look, but you couldn´t stop the grin spreading over your face. You felt like a school girl with their first crush, and the fact that Joe was blushing too made you all giddy inside.

You could swear you heard Joe thank Gwilym when he went to sat down.

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“I´m really sorry for keeping you up”, Joe said, running a hand through his hair as he glanced out the window. The others had left around 15 minutes ago, but Joe was still waiting for his Uber. It´s not like he was drunk, but he still shouldn´t be driving. You didn´t mind though. You didn´t know Joe all that well, but you enjoyed his company. And besides, the kiss was still fresh in your memory. Almost able to feel the remains of his lips on yours.

“It´s okay, I don´t mind”, you said. Joe shot you a thankful smile which made your insides turn to goo. God that man had you wrapped around his finger and he didn´t even know.

“Shit”, he muttered when his phone dinged, “He cancelled on me and there´s no-one available for a few hours”

“Oh”, you said. Should you invite him to stay over? Were you that close of friends?

“You can stay over if you want to”, you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. You could hear him let out a sigh of relief, which made you relax a little bit.

“Can I? Y/N, you´re an angel”, Joe exclaimed. He leant over and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. You closed your eyes, buried your head in his neck and took in his scent. You could stay here forever, just feeling his body against yours. Feeling your heart swell with each passing second. The hug lingering for longer than your usual just-friends hug.

“Your sofa looks really comfy anyways”, he giggled when he pulled away. Both his words and his movements sent a wave of disappointment through your body. That´s not what you wanted.

“Don´t be silly, Joe. You can stay in my bed”, you said, shooting him a shy smile, “I really don´t mind”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just have one question”, you said, poking his chest. “Are you a good cuddler?”

Joe broke out into a huge grin, pulling you close to his body again. He gave you a quick hug before reaching over to dispose of his wallet and keys in his jacket. Ready to settle in for the night.

“Babe, you have no idea what you just signed up for”

Your stomach flipped at his words. For some reason you never bat an eye when anyone called you babe, but coming from Joe was different. He probably didn´t think twice of it though.

“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers? I don´t have to if you feel uncomfortable”, Joe said as you reached your bedroom. You had retreated to the bedroom to do your skincare routing while he slipped into bed.

“Oh, no just go with whatever you want”, you called back. You tried to sound like you couldn´t care less, but oh man did you. He was going to be half-naked. Just beside you. In your bed. Oh my god it was going to be so hard to not make a move on him.

You walked out of the bathroom just in time to catch a glimpse of Joe´s body before he slipped under the duvet. It immediately made your heart beat increase in frequency and your palms begin to sweat. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“You look really cute”, Joe said as he took in your form. You had thrown on an old t-shirt over a pair of panties. But they were nice panties. Just in case.

“Thanks”, you giggled, slipping under the cover yourself. You laid on your side, facing Joe. He had this stupid grin on his face and you couldn´t help but laugh at it.

“What?”, you asked.

“I´m just thinking about our kiss earlier”, Joe said, his eyes falling on your lips for a split-second before meeting your gaze again. Oh.

“Well you were pretty short on options”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What? I would have chosen you out of a hundred girls”, he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Electricity buzzing between his fingers and your skin.

“You would?”, you asked, feeling your skin heat up under his touch. The duvet was way too hot, he was way too hot. And he wanted to kiss you.

“Of course, you´re absolutely stunning and you´re so funny and kind too”, he said, a giant grin on his cute little face. “In fact, I would very much like it if you let me kiss you again, without an audience this time”

“I would like that too”, you whispered as he leant in. You closed your eyes and a second later his lips were on yours again. They fit so perfectly against yours you almost forgot how to breathe. He deepened the kiss, holding your face close to his. Joe´s beard was rubbing against your cheek, only adding to the tingles that engulfed your entire body.

He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, pressing his tongue into your mouth when you parted them. Joe really was a good kisser. He was in charge of it, that was for sure, but it wasn´t too much. It was just perfect.

Joe pulled away with a dopey smile on his face, his lips pink and plump from the kiss.

“You´re incredible, Y/N”, he said with a giggle.

“Now what?”, you laughed. It felt so natural to have him half-naked right next to you all of a sudden. You couldn´t quite believe that it was actually happening, but you wouldn´t trade it for the world.

“It´s just that you´re so cute and then I remember that you have a choking kink and I can´t believe you´re real”

Embarrassment flooded your body making you hide your face into the pillow. You could hear Joe laugh, but you were busy being absolutely mortified.

“Hey don´t be embarrassed, I get it”, he chuckled. Joe reached out to run a finger down your spine. It tickled, but in a good way, and it made you oddly relaxed. “I mean I haven´t tried it myself but I´m sure it´s really hot”

“You haven´t?”, you asked, slowly turning to face him. Joe shook his head. “You just- I can show you if you like?”

“Sure, show me what I´ve been missing out on”

You grabbed his hand and brought it up to your neck. Placing your hand over his, you pushed it against your throat.

“Press into the sides”

You pressed his thumb and fingers into each side of your throat, just how you like it. A little whimper left your mouth and you could see Joe´s eyes darken.

“Right there”, you practically whined, feeling heat rush to your nether regions.

“Wow okay that´s so fucking hot”, he muttered, watching you intently.

“It feels really good too, especially during sex”, you said. You didn´t even know what came over you, but you felt so relaxed in Joe´s presence you all of a sudden had no problem talking about very intimate situations. Maybe the drinks you had earlier helped too.

“And besides you get to see the guy´s arm muscles flex which is really hot”

Your eyes fell on his bicep as you spoke. Joe´s eyes followed yours, making him blush the prettiest of pink colors when he realized you were practically checking him out. He let out a deep breath and pulled his hand away from your throat.

“I-uh, I don´t want to freak you out but I´m so fucking hard right now”, Joe muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Oh. Your eyes trailed down his body and sure enough, you could see his duvet tenting over his crotch. Heat rose to your ears as you looked back up at his darkened eyes. He looked so fucking hot like this, turned on and sweaty. Because of you.

“I´m sorry I don’t know why I told you that”, he said, a nervous giggle leaving his mouth.

“It´s alright”

“It´ll go away”, Joe said, resting his head against the pillow, “Eventually”

“Oh okay, well maybe let´s just chat then yeah?”, you asked, watching as Joe nodded. “Well you know about my kinks, what about yours?”

“That´s definitely not helping my situation, Y/N”, Joe laughed, throwing his head back. You couldn´t help but admire how cute he looked, but you also couldn´t shake the want to let your eyes trail down to his crotch again.

“It´s only fair”, you muttered in amusement. Joe rolled his eyes.

“Fine, uhm, I like to be dominant in bed. There´s nothing I find hotter than having a girl under me”, he started, his voice a few octaves darker. You nodded, eagerly listening to him. God what you wouldn´t give to have him pin you down and fuck you right now, but it was probably too early for that. You had just confessed your attraction for each other, you hadn´t even gone on a date yet. Besides, he didn´t make a move on you so you just assumed he didn´t want to. Trying and failing to ignore the tingling sensation underneath your panties. The panties that were definitely quite damp by now.

“I also really like dirty talk and praising”, he said with a knowing smile. Fuck, he really did pay attention earlier. “And now I´m pretty sure I have a choking kink as well”

“Hmm, I´m sure any girl would be lucky to experience that”, you said, a non-genuine smile on your face. You didn´t want any other girl to sleep with Joe, you wanted it to be you. You wanted him to take control, to tell you how good you were, and to have him choke you while he brings you to the brink of tears from an orgasm.

“Want to find out?”, Joe said. His whole body showed how nervous he was. He was holding his breath, waiting for your reply. Little did he know you were just as nervous as him. And also nearly passing out from his suggestion.

“Wha-, you want uh- you want to have sex with m-me?”, you asked, your eyes wide.

“I thought that was obvious already”, he laughed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You swear you could melt right then and there. Shit, why did he have this much power over you?

“I´m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I totally get it. It´s just that, fuck, you looked so hot with my hand around your throat and I´m so hard for you, Y/N”

“I do”, you blurted out.

“Yeah?”, Joe asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Wow I don´t even know how I managed to grow the balls to ask you. I mean you´re so pretty and I´ve liked you for so long and Ben have told me so many times to just tell you and I-“

“Shut up and kiss me, Mazzello”, you giggled, interrupting his rambling.

Joe´s eyes went wide for a second before he mustered up the courage to grab your face and press his lips to yours. The kiss was way more intense this time, both of you breathing heavily into each other´s mouths. Joe slipped his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. His fingers pulling at your hair. It was so fucking hot, but you wanted more. You pulled his duvet away and threw a leg over his hips. Joe whined into your mouth when your clothed heat met his bulge. His hands immediately flew down to your hips to urge you to start moving.

“Fuck that feels so good, Y/N”, Joe whispered against your lips, “I can already feel how wet you are. You really want this too, don´t you? You liked when I choked you?”

You whimpered in response, speeding up your grinding. His hard cock nudged your sensitive clit, giving you some much-needed friction.

“You´re already desperate for my cock, I can see it on your face. You look absolutely beautiful on top of me, babe. But, I did say that I like to be in control”, he said, tightening the grip on your hips and flipping you over.

A yelp left your mouth when your back hit the mattress, but it was soon replaced by a moan when you felt his wet and swollen lips against your neck. You grabbed onto his auburn hair, tugging at it and stretching your neck, giving him better access.

He sucked on your sensitive skin while sliding a hand under your t-shirt. His touch was almost burning your skin, but at the same time creating goose-bumps in its bath. God, he had you completely at his mercy and he hadn´t even touched you properly yet.

“You´re so responsive, Y/N”, Joe muttered against your neck. He slid his hand up to cup your breast, making you arch your back in pleasure. You could feel Joe grin as he tweaked your nipple with his skilled fingers. “Shit, your boos are just perfect”

With his free hand, Joe reached down to pull at the material. Eager to comply, you lifted your arms to allow him to slide the material over your head. His eyes darkened even further when he took in your exposed breasts. Nipples hard and eager for his touch. He cursed under his breath before leaning in. Joe started with placing a kiss to the bruise of your neck before slowly trailing his lips over your collarbones, placing hot open-mouthed kisses all the way down to your breasts. He let his tongue slid over the soft contour of your breast before flicking the nipple.

You were sure you could cum from the stimulation alone, but the pleasure was short-lived. Joe shot you a knowing look, that smug bastard, before kissing his way down your stomach.

“Hmm, do you want to feel my tongue on your pussy? I know you enjoyed it on your boobs”

“God, yes Joe. Please I-fuck, I need you”, you whined. He was going to be the absolute death of you.

Joe chuckled, pressing a wet kiss just above the waistline of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and swiftly pulled it down your legs. The cold air hit your wet folds, making you want to press your thighs together, but Joe had a harsh grip on each of your thighs.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the very edge of your heat. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, humming at your taste. “And so wet too. Gonna make you cum so fucking hard”

And with that, Joe went to town. He peppered kisses all over your heat, except for your clit. You were a frustrated, moaning, mess as he continued teasing you, never giving you the friction you so desperately craved. He dragged his tongue through your folds, stopping right before he reached your clit. His chin was completely covered in your juices by now and my god was it a hot sight.

“Joe”, you whined, tugging at his hair, “stop teasing me”

“Desperate, are we?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You threw you head back in annoyance, considering reaching down and rubbing your own clit. Especially when you heard and felt him chuckle against your heat.

“Fine, I´ll give you what you want, baby”, he said, immediately wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. You gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot up your spine. The knot in your stomach tightened at an alarming rate, and you had to hold back as to not cum right away.

He sucked with just the right amount of pressure, his eyes locked on yours. It was all too much, you couldn´t hold back. Joe could tell too. He raised an eyebrow, watching you squirm underneath him. Your thighs beginning to shake in his hands.

Joe flicked his tongue over your clit and you were done for. Your orgasm rippled through your body, starts clouding your vision. The knot in your stomach unraveled, leaving a delicious tingling feeling behind.

Joe pulled back with a smug look on his face, watching as you heaved for air.

“Do you always cum this quick, because that was amazing”, he said, pressing a chaste kiss to the apex of your thighs. You were still so sensitive from your high, you involuntarily jumped at his touch. Joe hummed in amusement.

“I-I´ve never, fuck, not even my vibrator can make me cum that quick”, you said.

“I´m going to take that as a compliment then”, Joe laughed, “I really want to make you cum one more time before I fuck you, do you think you can take it?”

“Please”

“Hmm, that´s my good girl”, he cooed, before realizing what he just said. “I mean fuck, you uh- I didn´t mean to say that I´m sorry  I-“

“Joe”, you giggled, cutting him off for the second time that evening. “You can call me your girl if you want to”

“Yeah?”, he asked, his entire face lighting up. God, he was too cute to handle. But as much as you wanted to kiss his stupid face all day, you couldn´t ignore the dull ache between your legs anymore.

“Of course, but can you get on with it?”

“Oh, right. Sorry”, Joe said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He leant up to press a sweet kiss to your lips, sharing your own cum between your mouths. The semi-bitterness coating both his and your jaw at this point.

Joe slid one of his hands down from your knee, his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin as he made his way towards your heat. You could feel him smirk against your mouth as you jerked your hips, desperate for him to move faster. You needed another release.

Joe´s lips left yours at the same time his fingers reached your heat. He slid two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing them against your entrance. You gasped, your fingers digging into his arm as he slid inside. He stretched you just right, the delicious stinging pleasure taking over your body.

“Fuck you´re squeezing my fingers, Y/N. Feels fucking amazing”, Joe mumbled. He watched your facial expression as he started searching for your g-spot, grinning in victory as you let out a long moan of his name. “Hmm, there it is”

“Does that feel good, baby?”, he teased, pressing his fingers harder against the bundle of nerves. The tight tingles already starting to build for the second time.

“God, yes”, you whined.

Joe smirked. He slid his thumb down from your thigh to rest against your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. He didn´t even have to rub, it was enough to push you right towards the edge.

“Are you going to cum again for me? You look so beautiful all caught up in the pleasure”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the dark spot on your neck. He flicked his tongue against it, enjoying the shudder your body responded with. “Want to watch you cum for me. Cum.”

His voice was so demanding, his touch so expertly precise, you couldn´t even hold back if you wanted to. Wave after wave of pleasure shot up your body as your orgasm took over.

Joe guided you through your high, ignoring his aching hard-on as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. It was the prettiest sight he´d ever seen. His cock twitching in his pants. Swelling even further

You pulled his hand away when you got over-sensitive, your clit still twitching with aftershocks. Heaving for air as you tried to come back to reality.

Joe sat back on his knees and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. He kept eye contact the entire time, expertly flicking his tongue over them. Just like he had on your clit. Fuck. He shouldn´t be allowed to be this hot. Your eyes trailed over his body, down his chest and over his soft tummy. You reached out to drag your fingers over it, feeling Joe tense under your touch.

“Ah, I-uh, please don´t”, he said shyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it down to his boxers instead. You played with the waistband, your fingers almost brushing against his hard cock.

“Your body is so fucking hot, Joe”, you cooed, pushing him down on the bed. You straddled his lower thighs.

“I don´t like my stomach”, he mumbled, watching you lean down and press a kiss to his chest.

“Hmm, I think it´s sexy”

You moved your lips down to the top of his stomach, looking up to see if you could keep going. Joe nodded, his eyes glued to your movements as you smiled. You pressed kisses all over the soft curve of his stomach, enjoying the little moans he was making. They grew louder when you inched closer to his boxers, a gasp escaping when you hooked your fingers into the material. You pulled then over his hard cock, releasing it of its restraints as you pulled his boxers down his legs.

You couldn´t hold back the smirk that formed on your lips as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. It has hot and heavy in your grasp, thick. The tip was red and swollen, a small bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. You swiped a thumb over it, using the liquid as lube as you slowly started moving and twisting your hand.

“Fuck you´re so good at that”, Joe mumbled, throwing his head back. The moan that left his lips when you leant down to press a kiss to his tip, made a wave of wetness rush to your heat. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking him into your mouth as you worked the rest of his cock with your hand. God his moans were so pretty, so hot. You started to feel desperate to have him inside, having him fill you up.

Apparently, Joe felt the same way because he pulled at your head, needing you to stop before he shot his load into your mouth.

“Wanna fuck you”, he said, flipping you over.

He positioned himself between your legs, grabbing his cock and running it through your soaked folds. His pre-cum mixed with your own excitement, allowing him to easily slide up to your clit. He slapped his cock against the nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you gasping for air. Way too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

“Are you ready?”, he asked, sliding his cock down to rest at your entrance. Pressing against it.

“Yes, fuck me, Joe”, you moaned, reaching out to grab onto his arms. Your fingers digging into the skin as Joe slowly slid inside.

You gasped, feeling him stretch you out. The burn mixing with absolute euphoria. He fit like a hand in a glove, filling every inch of your pussy.

“Fucking hell”, Joe mumbled when he bottomed you out, his balls resting against your skin. You couldn´t help but clamp down on him, relishing in the feeling of being full. “God you´re so tight for me”

“Fu-uck, please move”, you whined, needing to release the knot in your stomach again. It had already started to tighten, the mere feeling of having him close enough for the tingles to start.

Joe didn´t need to be asked twice. He cursed under his breath as he looked down to see his cock slowly slide out of your pussy. Your arousal glistening around him, making him easily slip back inside with a thrust of his hips. His cock nudged against your g-spot, making you scream out and scratch as his arms.

“I-fuck you feel so good around me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so tight”, he muttered with a snap of his hips.

“Harder, Joe”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm start to build.

Joe groaned, grabbing your legs and throwing them around his hips. He leant down to rest on his elbows on either side of your head, using his entire body weight to push into you. The bed scraped against the floor. Your legs pushing him further inside with each thrust.

“`m not going to last long”, Joe warned, his hips stuttering as he held back. Needing to feel you cum around his cock before letting go.

“Shit me too”, you whined, “Choke me”

“Fu-uck”, Joe growled, immediately wrapping a hand around your throat. He added just the right amount of pressure, pressing into the sides. The tip of his cock nudged against your g-spot, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

“I-I´m gonna, fuck, gonna cum, I´m gonna cum”, you moaned. The knot in your stomach started to unravel moments later, the delicious tingle spreading all the way out to your fingers. Your walls clamped down on Joe´s cock, your legs crossing behind his back and keeping him deep inside. His grip on your throat only adding to the pleasure.

Joe watched in awe as you came down, ignoring the pressure building in his balls. He watched your mouth fall open with a cry of his name, feeling your nails scratch at his skin. Definitely drawing blood. The pain only elevating his pleasure. The way you squeezed around him almost causing him to cum.

“Shit that´s the hottest thing I´ve ever seen”, he mumbled, giving you a tentative thrust. You yelped in surprise, your entire pussy way too sensitive. “I´m gonna cum, baby. You want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

You shook your head, unwrapping your legs and pushing him away. Ignoring the empty feeling you were left with as his cock slipped out of your heat.

“Want you to cum in my mouth, Joe. Want to taste you”

“Fucking hell I´m gonna blow”, Joe groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock.

You quickly turned over, positioning yourself in front of him. You knocked his hand away to replace with your own before taking his head into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around his cock, you bobbed your head up and down, letting his cock slip from your mouth before taking him back in. Joe tangled his fingers in your hair, grunting and moaning as he felt his balls draw up.

“Gonna cum”, he warned before you felt the first spurt of cum coat your tongue. You stilled your head, working his shaft with your hand. Rope after rope of hot white liquid shot out of him, the sweet and salty liquid warm against your mouth. Joe moaned your name, his hips stuttering as you milked him dry.

You let him slip from your mouth, opening up to show him all of his cum. Joe cursed.

“Can you swallow for me?”, he asked, grinning when you did so. “Good girl”

He reached down to swipe his thumb over the droplets that had escaped your mouth, pushing it between your lips. You let your tongue swirl around his digit, watching in amusement as his cock twitched in defeat.

“Fuck that´s hot”, Joe muttered as he slumped down onto the mattress. You giggled, following. Joe wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I definitely have a choking kink too”, he said, an amused sigh leaving his lips. You perched your head on his chest, looking up at his now softened eyes. Reaching up to move his hair off his sweaty forehead. “I´m really glad we did this, Y/N. And that you actually like me back”

“You´re welcome”, you beamed.

“What are you smiling about?”

“How much of a softie you are”, you giggled, watching a blush creep up on his face. “I´m not complaining, but I was kind of expecting you to be more dominant”

“Oh? That wasn´t good enough for you, was it?”, he asked, humor lacing his voice. “Three orgasms are standard for you then?”

“Hmm, no it´s not. It was amazing. But, I think you can do better.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I´m more than willing to comply”, he teased.

“Mhm”, you hummed. 

“On one condition”

You raised your eyebrows in question, a smile playing at your lips.

“Go on a date with me”, Joe said, leaning down to cup your face. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

“I would love to, Joe”, you said. Joe grinned, and you couldn´t help but lean up and kiss him and his stupid face. Wanting to feel that rush of feelings when you pressed your lips to his.

Once you pulled back, you pressed your lips to his chest before resting your head on it. You could feel his heart beat slowly steady against your cheek, making your heart swell. Not only had he confessed his feelings, but he had also asked you on a date and gave you the best sex you´ve ever had. He was definitely a keeper.

“Do you want to know a secret?”, Joe asked after a while, pulling you from your train of thoughts.

“Yes”

“The Uber never came because Ben stole my phone earlier to cancel it”, he admitted, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Well he kept telling me how much you liked me and when I didn´t believe him he came up with the idea. I thought it was stupid back then, but I´m not complaining now”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted from your lips. You leant up to press your lips to his, relishing in the sweet kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. Making a mental note to yell at Ben. And to thank him.  

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Discordancy #1

SUMMARY: Hawkeye has a long and varied past. He’s been a carnie, a spy, a superhero, even a brainwashed soldier. He also was, no matter how much he hates to admit it, an ex-criminal. It’s a part of his past he moved on from long ago and hoped he could just forget ever happened. But when an old associate contacts him for help, Clint is reminded that not everything he had so desperately tried to leave behind was something bad.

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint Barton/OFC

WORD COUNT: 2,590

WARNINGS: heavy petting

"I can't believe that worked, you beautiful bastard!" Eris cries out, draping herself in the passenger seat. "That was such a rush, I could kiss you right now!"

Clint gives an easy smile in response, leaning back now that he has the luxury of driving slower. "By all means, don't fight it if you—"

The rest of his words are lost as his face is abruptly turned and his mouth covered by soft lips pressing eagerly against his. His lips part in silent surprise, and Eris takes the opportunity to dart her tongue in to swipe against his, bringing with it a taste of smoke and cinnamon he somehow finds intoxicating. But before he can register her actions enough to kiss back, Eris is pulling away, a grin on her lips and fire in her eyes.

He should have known right then and there that she'd be trouble for him.

Clint shook the memory off as he looked up at the nondescript hotel looming above him then back down at the text that had made its way onto his phone.

Hey Francis,

Long time, no chat! Just thought I'd see how you've been doing. How's the wife? Everest is lonely without your jokes, but I'm still climbing it!

-X

It was a code he hadn't seen in a long time. Her code. She had even signed it with her usual kiss.

'Need help Ronin. Meet at hotel.'

He never thought he'd step foot back in such a place after SHIELD took him in—never thought he'd be allowed to step foot back in—but he could already feel that warm familiarity slip over him like a well-worn jacket as he stepped into the polished lobby, old habits making their way back into his gait.

"Good evening, Ronin," The Concierge warmly greeted. "It has been quite the long time since we have seen you around here. We are pleased to see you make use of our services once again."

"Evening, sir. It's, uh," Clint huffed out in incredulity, and the man's smile only grew more smug, "it sure is interesting to be back."

"And how may we help you this evening?"

Clint scratched at his chin. "Ah, I'm here to find an old friend, actually." He held up his hands in a gesture of good will at the sharp look in The Concierge's eye. "Don't you worry, I know the rules. Just looking for a drink and a chat, I swear."

The Concierge hummed noncommittally, flipping through his ledger. "Well, you're in luck that a room has already been reserved in your name, though payment will still be required." There was a slap of folded notes on the marble surface, but the man made no acknowledgement. "And you have a booth reserved in the lounge for midnight. We trust you can find your way there?"

"Mm, yeah. Thanks, man."

Clint made to take the offered room key, and was given one last unsettling smile by The Concierge. "Welcome back to Hotel Soteria, Ronin. Do let us know if you find yourself in need of any assistance."

The lounge was dim, lit sporadically with shifting colored lights meant to distract and obfuscate. There was no host to tell him which booth he was intended for, but a familiar shine of icy waves flashed through the milling crowd and gave Clint his answer. Taking quick steps forward, he left himself with no time to second guess his actions as he slid into the booth.

"You changed your hair."

He drank in the sight of the woman before him, trying his damnedest not to let the spark of familiarity burn into something more illicit. Where before had been wild white locks in a disheveled undercut, bold makeup and piercings, and a 'fuck you' attitude so common amongst rebellious youth, now stood messy silver-white waves cut sharp, with subtlety and daring balanced out in what combined into an impossibly alluring form.

And yet it was still that avid, easy grin tugging at dark, painted lips that met his words and stole his attention. "Aren't men your age supposed to start a flirtation with 'what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?' If you're not careful, I might start thinking you didn't miss me, Ronin."

Clint couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes at her greeting, "You got rid of the lip ring too."

"Aw, sad that it's gone?"

"Shouldn't you be flirting with people your own age?"

That pulled a sharp laugh from the woman, "Where would be the fun in that?"

Clint sighed; he had forgotten how...whimsical Eris could be. It was a fun trait to be around in the past, but the world had made him weary, jaded. There was no real place for exuberance in a spy's life. He didn't know how to deal with it anymore. "Get to the point, Eris. Why did you bring me here?"

A slow smile spread across her face, and Eris leaned forward, voice a husky whisper, "I've got something I think you'll really want to get a hold of."

Clint had been so wrapped up in not staring at her that he didn't quite grasp what Eris had intended when she told him she had something for him. It wasn't until he felt the heat of her slide onto his lap to straddle him that Clint realized the trouble he was in.

Rough, half-gloved hands cupped his face as Eris leaned down to press an eager kiss to his lips. His mind went blank, arousal and habit taking over to urge his mouth to move against hers. He dragged her closer by her hips, earning him a gasp that let him slip his tongue inside to explore her mouth. Clint smirked into the kiss; it was rare he was able to surprise the chaotic woman.

He buried a hand into her hair, letting him control their movements and deepen the kiss as Eris's touch burned a trail down his chest. His advantage was quickly lost, however, when she dipped a hand into the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, careful to keep away from where he suddenly found himself wanting her touch the most. A ragged moan escaped Clint from the combination of that teasing brush and the harsh bite to his lower lip.

"I'll wait up for you," she whispered, placing another short peck against his swollen lips.

And then the warmth of her body was gone. Clint blinked as he tried to understand what had just happened, but Eris had already disappeared.

"Damn girl's trying to give me a heart attack with her games, I swear," he groaned. "Can't she just leave an old man alone?"

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Clint palmed the flash drive Eris had slipped into his pants, moving it to a more secure location with the sly tricks years spent in the circus had taught him. He tipped back his beer and waited, looking as much like a man who had just been teased as any around him. All he needed to do was keep blending in a little bit more; then, he could escape to his room and see what the job was that awaited him.

Clint locked the door of his hotel room, slumping forward to lean his head against the polished wood with a frustrated groan. Why, of all the people he had teamed up with in his past, did it have to have been Eris that made contact with him again?

He thought back to all the jobs they had pulled off together. The bright, brilliant, chaotic demolitions prodigy who lived up to her alias was a surprising complement to his pinpoint efficiency as a marksman and hired sword. She was an explosion unto herself, and at only age 18, she truly had been a force to be reckoned with. So why she had taken after that first heist to teasing and flirting with a man over ten years her senior, Clint would never understand.

His mind brought up flashes of moments witnessed firsthand of how she liked to play with those who caught her interest like toys, and when she was done she'd leave them behind just as easily as one. It was all a game in her mind. Which made it all the more frustrating for Clint. As much as he hated to admit it, he was drawn to Eris, but he refused to play her games and be another crushed pawn. The age gap didn't help matters either. God, every time he thought about her made him feel like a dirty, old man. It was even worse now that he actually was a dirty, old man.

"A gorgeous woman is waiting for you on your bed, and you choose getting personal with a door instead?" He heard an undignified snort from behind him. "You're a better gentleman than me, Ronin."

Clint sighed. He wasn't surprised by her presence in his room: she hadn't given him a room number to meet him at, after all. He turned and made his way to the encrypted computer that came with every guest room in the hotel, ignoring Eris as she swung her legs back and forth off the side of the single bed. "That's because you are neither gentle nor a man," he remarked tersely, settling into the leather chair. "I don't see why you had to go and grope me to slip me the damn thing if you were just gonna meet me in the room anyway."

"Cuz then I wouldn't have had an excuse to kiss you!" Came Eris's cheerful response."

Yeah, yeah. This USB of yours got extra encryption already on it?"

"It's safe."

"All right, let's see what problems you're dragging me into now." He plugged in the drive and immediately a single folder popped up:

Project Shadrak.

Clint clicked through the folder, and dozens of files appeared on the screen, each one detailing a job right down to grainy, camera-feed clips of the woman in question. "Eris, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Silence hung heavy in the air for a single moment.

"…A week and a half ago, I found a bug in my apartment," she began from behind him, voice quiet. "I sweep the place regularly, so I don't know how long it had been there, but I could've sworn it couldn't have been for long. Then a few days later, an unmarked envelope was left inside my door, lock still secure. It contained that flash drive and details on every job I've ever pulled since joining the Underground."

He spun the chair to face her, eyes hard at the implication of her words. "Why didn't you have someone trace the data? Why not check your security system feeds? What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm a hired gun, Eris, not a hacker. And I'm not even that anymore."

"I tried!" She bit out in frustration. "Once any hacker saw the flash drive's encryption, they refused to help me. Wouldn't even tell me why!"

"And what exactly do you think involving me is going to help with?"

"Don't you get it?!" Clint faltered at the distress in her voice and watched as she gripped at the roots of her hair and tugged on the strands. "They have data on every. single. job. I've done! That means they have this information on you too! You're in danger, Francis!"

Her voice broke on his false name, and Clint felt his ingrained defensiveness crack at the sound. "What about other partners you've had; have you warned them too?"

He had thought by now nothing Eris could do nothing to surprise him anymore. But then, she shifted her gaze from his, looking awkward as she muttered, "I haven't had any other partners on jobs..."

Clint blinked, “What?”

“Look, I-I don’t— I just— Before you agreed to work with me, no one wanted to work with a technical teenager, all right?” Eris crossed her arms. “After the Italy job and the banker, I got a reputation for being difficult to work with. I don’t—” she cut herself off with a petulant huff, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I just don’t really play well with others, okay? It’s usually better for everyone if I’m hired for design work or solo jobs.”

“You worked with me just fine,” he pointed out.

Eris threw her hands up in the air, exasperation weaving its way through her words, “Yeah, and I got known for that too! You were known as the only one who could ‘handle’ me, as one employer put it. Did no one ever bring it up to you?”

“Honestly, I never really thought about it,” Clint admitted. “Usually was too busy thinking about the shit coffee they always gave us.”

“Yeah, well, it was said to me enough times. So there’s no one else to warn, you happy?”

Eris was dangerously close to pouting, and it made it difficult to keep the serious expression on his face that the situation called for. “Fine, I’ll help you find out who’s after you so that both our backs are in the clear. But after that you’re on your own, Eris. I can’t be seen back in this life.”

“Thank you, Ronin,” she breathed. The next instant, Clint found himself in a crushing hug.

“Oof. Er, I can’t help if you break me, all right? Jeez, I forgot how freakishly strong you are.” Clint rubbed his back as Eris stepped away and sighed. “We’ll head out around noon tomorrow to speak to the last hacker you brought the stick to. For now, get the hell out of my room and get some rest, okay?”

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Summary: It´s two years past Thanos Snap. You were fighting alongside you dad Tony Stark and your boyfriend Peter Parker. Until today you weren´t able to cope with what you´ve lived through.

You stood next to Peter Parker, your boyfriend, or well, right now Spider-man and everything around you felt like it was slowed down. The next second you heard your dad groaning. You turned in an instant. Thanos stabbed him. He just removed the blade and your dad dropped to the ground, unmoving.

“Dad!,” you screamed and started crying.

This can´t be happening. You wanted to go run up to him, see if he´s alright, but you couldn´t. Peter was holding you back. Thanos walked around, looking at all of us, before putting the time stone into his gauntlet. Peter pulled you closer to him and hugged you. Everything was lost, you had lost. Thanos disappeared. Now there was nothing left but to hope that the Avengers left on earth could fix the situation. If there were any left.

The sky turned red. You didn´t really realize what was happening, but you ran towards your dad, who was still not moving. Peter followed you. As soon as you reached your dad, you dropped to your knees and took his hand in yours.

“Dad, are you alright?,” you asked, already knowing the answer.

You dad coughed: “I´m so sorry, I couldn´t stop him.”

“No, Dad, we are going to be fine, we´ll safe you, you won´t die! You can´t leave me! You can´t leave mum! You can´t leave Peter,” you screamed.

But your dad wasn´t reacting any more. You couldn´t feel him breathing. Peter pulled you away from him. You felt him shaking. He was crying as well. He pulled you close to him and never wanted to let you go again. And you were devastated. Your dad just died, you were on a distant planet with a lot of people you don´t know and Thanos was still out there. You just didn´t know what was going to happen next. Suddenly you felt Peter grip loosen. You turn around. He looked pale.

“Pete, shit, are you alright?,” you asked.

“I don´t feel so good, my love,” he said, before dropping to the ground.

You tried to catch him and got pulled to the ground by his weight.

“Peter, Peter, look at me, it´s gonna be alright, everything will,” you scream at him.

“I´m sorry, I love you,” he said.

And suddenly, he faded. You looked at your hands, that were just holding Peter. You had little pieces between your finger, almost like ashes. Peter was gone. You looked around. Everyone around you started fading. It was just you and your dad, who wasn´t even alive. The sky turned even darker. You had lost. And you were going to die. A slow death. Suddenly, a figure walked towards you. It was so dark, you couldn´t see who it was at first. But then, suddenly, you recognized him.

“You failed! Everyone died. Because of you! And now, it´s your turn,” Thanos said.

You started screaming and crying. Suddenly, you someone pushing you down. You keep screaming, trying to get the person off.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up, you´re dreaming, wake up!,” you hear your dads voice.

You were still not really awake and kept on panicking.

“Honey, it´s alright, nothing happened, we´re here!,” you heard your dad again.

Finally, you woke up. You sat up in your bed, shaking. Your dad pulled you into a hug and you started crying. He petted your back. You could here your little sister crying outside of your room and your mum singing to her what relaxed you a little bit.

“I´m – I´m so sorry, I didn´t mean to wake you up,” you said, still strongly shaking.

“Honey, this isn´t your fault. You should never have seen the stuff you´ve seen. I suffered PTSD. I think, I still do, just not as much as I used to,” your dad answered.

“PTSD?,” you asked a bit confused.

Your dad began explaining: “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It means having nightmares, flashbacks, Anxiety and Depressions triggered by something you´ve witnessed. Maybe we need to find you a counsellor! I promise you, it´ll help!”

“It´s just nightmares. I don´t have Anxiety Attacks or Depressions or any flashbacks, it´s not PTSD, dad, I´m just fine.”

You were still shaking. Your dad looked concerned.

“You don´t have to have all of the symptoms. Though, your nightmares often trigger Anxiety Attacks. But that´s not the point. Do you want to talk about the nightmare.”

“It´s just. I see us, on Titan, that day. Thanos, stabbing you. You always die after in my dreams. And then just Peter, trying to comfort me and suddenly fading away. I just- I can´t- I can´t believe he is really gone. I love him so much, I just want him here with me, want him to tell me, everything is alright, it´s just, nothing seems to be about right currently.”

“I´m here! I´m alive. And about everything else, honey, I promise you, it won´t happen again!” “It´s not about the fact, that it won´t happen again, but about the fact that it happened in the first place. It won´t happen again, doesn´t bring Peter back now, does it?,” you snapped.

You started crying again: “I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to. It´s just this situation. I´m so stressed, I have hardly slept since it happened. Every time, I close my eyes, I see it.”

“Honey, I know. But you have to try to sleep again, I´m really sorry. But I promise, I´ll call Rogers tomorrow, he´s been holding some counselling sessions, maybe he knows how to help you.”

You nodded, hugging your dad again.

Your dad started giggling a bit, but tried to stop again immediately: “Or we see if Wanda could just erase the memories!”

Even though you know, that he tried to joke to cheer you up, you start crying even more: “I don´t want to forget him. I just want him back.”

“I know, I´m sorry, honey, I shouldn´t have! I´m just tired. Maybe, we should both try to sleep for now.”

You nodded: “I´m just scared. Could you maybe just stay here with me until I fell asleep. I´d feel safer!”

“Everything so you can sleep, honey!”

When you wake up again, the sun is already up. You hear your mum and dad talking from downstairs. Everyone was awake already, but you were just glad you were able to sleep for the rest of the night without another nightmare.

You walked downstairs for breakfast. When you walk into the kitchen, you see Steve sitting there as well.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greets, since he´s the first one seeing you.

“Darling, are you alright,” your mum asked, hugging you immediately.

“Same as always. Didn´t sleep well, but you know that.”

Your mum nodded: “Yeah, I know. So Steve, that´s the issue. I don´t know, if Tony has told you, but since they came back from Titan, has nightmares, every night. She dreams about Peters death and she always dreams Tony dies too.”

“I think it´s PTSD. Like I used to have,” your dad explained.

“It´s not. It´s just nightmares and apparently occasionally anxiety attacks. And I´m sure everyone would have that, if they watched their dad getting stabbed and their boyfriend died in their arms,” you added.

“No, no worries, no PTSD,” he looked your dad, trying to tell him that it is PTSD by just looking at him.

“I know this is really hard, all of us are dealing with losses and we know how you feel, but of course, we want to help you, to stop your nightmares,” Steve added, trying to approach you.

You stayed silent. You weren´t really sure what Steve wanted to do and if you wanted whatever he wanted to do, but on the other hand, it could just get better.

“Let´s go for a walk, Y/N, if that´s alright with you,” Steve said.

You nodded and followed Steve outside the house. The two of you started walking towards the lake and then around it. At first, you just walked quietly next to each other.

“How would you feel about joining the Post Snap Group I´m leading, Y/N? It´s just a group of people who suffered losses because of Thanos snap and they help each other dealing with it. The most important thing is to talk to others, have social interactions, go for walks, maybe start some sports and do something, maybe help people. You´ll feel better, I promise,” Steve said after a while breaking the silence.

You nodded: “I want to do something. I´m just scared of forgetting him. Or maybe dishonouring him. Or just cheating. You know, it really feel like I´m cheating on him, thinking about moving on. We promised each other to e together forever and our forever didn´t even last two years.”

You looked at the promising ring he gave you before showing it to Steve.

“I know how you feel, Y/N, I really do. Back in the 50s, there was this woman I really liked. The love of my life, I might even say. But then I was asleep seventy years. When I finally found her, she was in hospital, dying. There isn´t a day I don´t miss her, but I managed to move on.”

“Isn´t it a slightly different situation? She probably died of age, Peter died being 15 years old!”

“I know. I just wanted to show you, it´s possible to move on,” Steve said quietly.

You just nodded: “I´m sorry. I´m just stress.”

Steve and you walked almost around the entire lake without saying another word. You just slightly enjoyed being with someone apart from your family.

“Steve?,” you started asking him when you got close to the cabin again.

“Yes?”

“I want to see May. She´s Peter aunt. I want to see if she´s still alive. I just couldn´t deal with Peter being dead, I couldn´t talk to her. And I don´t think dad did either. I just want to see, if she´s alive and how she´s doing. Could you take me down to Queens? I can´t ask dad.”

“I guess I can do that. If it helps you cope. Did you want to go right away?”

You nodded. The two of you walked into the house and the kitchen again. Your mum and dad were still sitting in the kitchen, together with your little sister.

“Everythings alright, Tony, no worries. I´d like take her out to New York though if that´s alright with you! I think some social contacts with others from my group might help her,” Steve lied.

Your mum nodded: “Of course that´s fine, Steve! Everything to help her.”

“This is it,” you say and take a deep breath.

“Do you want me to come with you?,” Steve asked.

You nodded: “Yes please. I really don´t want to be alone.”

You enter the building, followed by Steve and walked up the stairs. You were already able to hear voices. Maybe, May had some visitors. You rang the bell and just a few seconds later, someone opened the door. But it wasn´t May.

“Pardon me, I was looking for May Parker, is she around?,” you asked.

The person who opened the door looked at you: “No, I´m sorry. She used to live her, but she disappeared amongst the others two years ago.”

You smiled and nodded slightly: “Thank you.”

The person closed the door and Steve and you quietly walked back to the car. Steve opens the door for you and you sat down. Then Steve walks around to the other side and gets in the car as well.

“Thank you for doing this for me Steve,” you said.

He nodded: “No worries. I´d do everything to help you! We´re like family, after all, right?”

“Right. You know, Steve, I´m kind of glad that May died. It sounds really mean, but there it´s just one person less suffering from his death. And maybe, wherever they are now, they get to see each other again.”

“That´s a beautiful way of seeing the situation.”

You were just about to go to sleep when suddenly your dad knocks. He walks into your room sitting down next to you one the bed.

“Steve told me about your little trip earlier,” he said.

You bit your lip: “I´m sorry dad we weren´t honest. I just though, you might wanted to tag along and I wasn´t sure how you would have taken the situation.”

“I know, honey, it´s alright, no worries. I just think it´s a beautiful thing you did there. If I´m being honest, I couldn´t have done that. The risk of looking May in the eyes after loosing her nephew, I couldn´t have. I´m so proud of you!”

He hugged you and you pulled him closer towards you.

“You know how I told you, I had PTSD, right? Well, I lied a little. I actually still have it. It´s just not as bad as it´s used to be. Everything that happened, I dream of it every single night as well,” your dad suddenly said.

The moment you looked him in the eyes, you could see tears.

“I just miss him,” the look of him almost crying made you cry.

He joined in: “I miss him too.”