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wingsofwrath · 8 months ago

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Finding Common Ground | Uncharted

Elena feels the explosion behind her more than she hears it.

Sam collides into her before they both hit the deck hard, blown back by the force of the blast. It rattles the hull of the half-collapsed ship, the deck shaking under them. Finally, it splinters, and the other half of the galleon breaks away. In the back of her mind, Elena thinks she hears a scream. It takes a moment for her to break through her daze and sit up. Sam groans and rolls onto his back, taking his weight off her.

But where’s Nate?

“Nate!” She’s on her feet at once, scrambling to the edge of the deck where the rocket hit, but there’s nothing. “Nate?!”

Sam is slower to get to his feet, but once he’s shaken off the shock of the explosion, he’s right there with her. “Shit, Nathan?!”

“Over there! Get them!”

They don’t have time to search for him. The Shoreline mercenary with the rocket is loading another one up. Elena goes to reach for her gun and swears under her breath when she realizes it’s not on her. Her eyes scan the deck for any sign of it, but she’s not quick enough.

Sam is though. He pops off a shot at the merc’s head, and it’s enough to knock off his helmet. He staggers, still gripping the RPG, and finally mounts it onto his shoulder once more, aiming at them.

Another shot hits him in the shoulder. The rocket falls from his hands and he collapses with a grunt.

“Come on, we gotta go!” Elena shouts, seeing more mercenaries converging on them. She finds her gun, loads another clip into it and jumps over the side of the ship onto the rock face below, stumbling a bit. Sam follows soon after and they take off towards the shore, heading through the foliage to stay hidden.

After walking for what feels like hours, Elena’s mind has time to settle and her thoughts drift back to Nate. She didn’t see him go down with the ship, that’s a good thing, right? There’s a chance that he could be okay and not…

She shakes her head. With his luck, he probably got washed ashore along the beach somewhere. He’s probably wandering around near their side of the island. It wouldn’t be the first time he unwittingly found his way back to her.

It also wouldn’t be the first time we ended up in a situation like this… Elena glances at Sam as he walks behind her.

After Nate mentioned the story about Alcazar, she almost wanted to punch him in Sam’s stead. Talking Nate into this little secret adventure would’ve been enough on its own, but he had to act like his life was in danger to get Nate to come with him? She couldn’t imagine Nate ever stooping that low.

For brothers, Sam and Nate are remarkably different. Elena wasn’t sure what to expect when Nate had awkwardly introduced Sam. Looking at him now, the deeper lines in his face, the tattoos, the smell of smoke that lingers around him, everything about him is alien to her. Sam doesn’t have Nate’s awkward charm, his excitability, or his decency. Being here with him doesn’t feel right to her, not after he convinced her husband to lie to her and risk his life on yet another desperate treasure hunt. Now here they all are, on an island full of ancient deathtraps and gun-wielding mercenaries who want them dead.

Elena sighs. Some things never change.

“We should go back and look for Nate,” she finally says, stopping to look at Sam. “I’m kinda worried.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, rubbing absentmindedly at the wound on his arm. “I’m…I’m sure he’s fine, ya know?”

Elena nods. “He’s gotten out of worse scrapes than this, trust me.” She tries to sound confident, but the look on Sam’s face tells her she’s not very convincing.

“Yeah…Yeah, I know.”

As they start backtracking, every little noise or movement catches Elena’s attention. The birds rustling in the tree tops, the water rushing down the river nearby, every small shift in the jungle has her on edge and she’s not sure why.

She keeps one hand near her holster as she scans the area around them.

“So, uh…how long’s it been?”

Elena stops walking. “Uh…w-what?”

When she turns to look at Sam, he’s standing a good distance behind her, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Despite the mud caked onto his clothes, the small cuts and bruises on his face and arms, and his disheveled hair brushed back out of his face, she can definitely see the resemblance in that moment.

The squint in his eyes as he stares off into the distance and the way he purses his lips are all Nate. He has this detached, faraway look on his face, like he’s imagining something much grander and exhilarating than their trek through the jungle. When he focuses on her again he smiles, awkwardly.

“You and Nathan, how long’s it been?”

“Oh,” Elena says. It’s not something she was expecting to hear from him, especially with everything that’s happened over the last few days. She wants to ignore the question and tell him to get a move on, but before she can stop herself she’s counting off the time in her head.

“Seven years; married for four.” She holds up her left hand where the wedding ring glimmers in the sunlight. She finds herself staring down at it. Hoping. Worrying.

To her surprise, Sam chuckles. “Never took Nathan for the marrying type.”

It’s such a simple comment, but it stabs at her in a way she can’t explain. She drops her hand back to her side.

“Neither did I,” she says, sounding annoyed as she looks at him again. “Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about him.”

Sam’s face falls, and he can see the hurt in her eyes as she turns away. “Hey, Elena? I…I didn’t mean…I wasn’t trying to—”

“Let’s just find Nate and get the hell out of here.”

The last thing she wants to hear is an excuse from him. He’s the whole reason they’re here, after all. Part of her feels irritated with herself for even wanting to divulge anything about the life she and Nate share, when she still knows so little about Sam. It seems unfair, in a way, and the more Elena thinks about it the more she realizes that Sam is still a stranger.

She clenches her jaw and keeps walking, hearing Sam’s footsteps as he hesitantly follows.

About 20 minutes later, Sam picks up his pace, rushing up ahead until he’s standing directly in front of her.

She looks up. “What?”

“Hey,” Sam says. “I know we kinda got off the wrong foot, and believe me, this isn’t at all how I was planning to meet you—”

“This isn’t about me, anymore, Sam. This is about Nate,” Elena cuts him off flatly.

Sam sighs, exasperated. “Yeah, I know, we need to find him, and we’re going to, but I just wanna explain—"

“Explain what? How you lied?” she says, staring hard at him. The words cut into him like ice, and he freezes. “Yeah, I know about the Alcazar story.”

Sam winces. “You—you don’t understand.”

Elena scoffs. “What is there to understand? You manipulated your brother into coming along on this little family reunion. You lied to him, to all of us.”

Sam holds up his hands. “Hey, you got it all wrong, I didn’t put a gun to his head—”

“But you’re his brother. You think if there was even a chance that your life could be in danger that Nate would say no? How was he was supposed to turn you down? You didn’t give him a choice, Sam. And yeah, I know it takes two to tango. I’ve sorted everything out with Nate. But you? You’re not off the hook, not by a long shot.”

Sam glances off to the side, then down at his feet. “I did this for us.”

“You did it for you, because you’re willing to risk anything and everything to find that treasure,” Elena says pointedly.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is firm as he looks up, staring back at her. “Nathan’s family, and we’re in this together. You don’t know what it’s like for us, what’s it’s been like. After everything we’ve gone through, I’d never risk his life over something like this.”

They stand there in silence for a long time, and Elena doesn’t move.

There are a dozen ways she can respond to that, with biting sarcasm or just throwing it back in his face. Instead, she takes a deep breath, and decides to let this be a teaching moment. Watching his face carefully, she responds, “Then walk away from this. Help me find Nate, and then we can all leave together. You, me, Nate, and Sully, we’re all a family now, like it or not. No more bullshit, Sam. No more secrets. Let’s just cut our losses and go.”

Sam watches her for a long time before tearing his gaze away. He rubs the back of his head, staring off into the distance, firm and focused this time. It’s not until he looks back at her again that she realizes what he’s been looking at the entire time. Before he can open his mouth to speak, an explosion rings out in the distance.

Towards the mountain. Towards Nate.

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When they find him, all of Elena’s anxiety melts away. She hugs him, tighter than she’s ever hugged him. She makes a crack about Sully saving his ass again, and they all smile. For a moment, it feels like she, Nate, and Sully are all back on that boat, sailing away from the island where they’d found El Dorado all those years ago.

But that’s in the past, she realizes, looking at the scrape on Nate’s forehead, the lines in his face, and the gray around his temples. There’s only so many times she can stand to almost lose him. Back when they were younger, and the thrill of adventure and the adrenaline brought them together, it was easy. There were no attachments at first, no strings. But over time she grew to love him, and it got harder and harder to watch throw himself into danger. That time was over, they had to be smarter, safer, they’d decided. Because Elena didn’t want to think about what would happen if she actually lost him this time.

But seeing Sam come around the corner, sheepish and awkward as he approaches them, she also realizes she’s not the only one who loves Nate.

It only becomes more apparent when Nate goes after him. She can’t bring herself to be angry. She wants to stop him, to tell him that Sam’s not worth saving and they need to leave while they’re all still breathing, but she lets him go. She had tried talking sense into Sam, but in that moment, she knows the only one who can really get through to him is his little brother.

Maybe she really doesn’t understand, she thinks as she sits across from them on the plane later. Nate is huddled off to one side, sleeping away and completely oblivious to Sam as he lights up a cigarette, looking just as tired and worn out. He eyes her lazily from his seat.

“Hey, if you’re still mad, I get it.” Sam glances over at Nate. “Dummy should’ve just left me back there, I wasn’t worth it, not after I dragged him into my shit.”

Elena sighs. Finally. “Did the little brother finally talk some sense into you?” she asks, teasingly.

“Nah,” he says, looking back at her. “I was actually thinkin’ about what you said back there.” He sits up, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. “About me, the whole ‘selfish, manipulative jackass’ thing.”

“I didn’t call you a jackass,” she says patiently.

“I know,” he says, grinning. “Almost wish you had punched some sense into me.”

“I wanted to,” she admits, and smiles a little.

Sam smiles back, then flicks his eyes over to Nate. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he asks, “So, I take it he told you about how we ended up becoming two-bit, no good thieves?”

“Yep. He explained everything when I found him.” She doesn’t relish the memory, but she remembers hearing Nate talk about the old woman, all the artifacts in her home, and when she found them…

“It’s why he hates that I smoke, too,” Sam says quietly, looking down at the floor. “He’s never said it, but I always suspected that’s why.”

Elena nods, watching him sadly. “That must have been so terrible for you two.”

“Yeah…”

After a beat, he straightens up and smiles at her, but she can tell it’s a bit forced. “Anyway, enough about me, what’s it like being the wife of notorious treasure hunter Nathan Drake?” he asks.

Elena just smiles, shaking her head. “You got a couple of hours?” “Well, it is a pretty long flight home. Indulge me.”

“Where do I even start…”

Sam smiles. “Start at the best part.”

#fanfiction #uncharted #sam drake #elena fisher #uncharted 4 #oneshot #drama #creative writing

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baronaliswritingcorner · 8 months ago

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TOS Replay Stray Thoughts #3 (Palmacosta Pt. 2/Thoda Geyser)

-Lloyd chewing out Dorr is very powerful – Scott Menville knocks it out of the park here – but much as everyone remembers “Don’t you start spewing the word “justice!” I hate that word!”, I always wondered where that came from. Yes, it’s easy to tie into his frustrations with empty platitudes surrounding racism and sacrifice, but remember that he’s still very naïve to the Journey of Regeneration’s true nature (let alone the existence of Cruxis) and thus he maintains a very black-and-white disposition towards the Desians. There’s the Iselia Human Ranch incident, yes, but “justice” isn’t one of the hollow excuses by given Iselia’s mayor/citizens, so it feels a little sudden.

Putting this way: we’re (successfully) roused by Lloyd taking action as everyone else keeps their heads down, but I always felt this particular outburst still feels a little undeveloped/early.

-Speaking of justice, ever notice the inconsistency with Dwarven Vow #7? In cutscenes it’s “goodness and love will always win”, but in the battle quote, it’s “justice and love will always win.” A localization error, perhaps, but I wonder if Lloyd’s second-hand embarrassment plays a role into his feelings over justice…?

-“My healing arts cannot save even one single life…?”

This line from Raine also struck me as a tad odd – yes, it’s meant to show her regret with Dorr breaking through the cold pragmatism she always displays, but it also implies a perceived inadequacy with her healing magic that’s never touched upon again. Always felt like a clumsy attempt add another layer of depth to a already tragic scene. - “And…if you somehow find a way to save my wife…please, help her return to her human form. When my daughter comesback, I don’t want her to be all alone…” Oh no…we save his wife much, much later, but Clara’s the one who ends up all alone. And we never see her reaction to her family’s death. How sad…

-It’s sorta funny how key items randomly drop into your lap early on, but I guess the Desians WOULD be carrying that Hakonesia Peak pass, huh? Throwing around their murderous weight as they travel to and fro, I’d imagine.

-Magnius is pretty boring – the other Cardinals usually have something going on but he’s just there to screech “vermin” in that generic bad dude voice of his while twirling his non-existent mustache. He’s not much better in the anime – ever notice he just straight up disappears after Colette’s hypnotic Holy Song? – but the manga’s interesting in how he divulges Raine and Genis’s half-elf identities. (In the game, he just mentions how they “can’t let go of their elven blood” – which, to its credit, does tie into Raine’s assurance to Genis that “we’re not like them – we’re different.”)

-Raine sure is worldly, but how is she so familiar with magitechnology? Might it have something to do with her time in Tethe’alla? Hmm…how many times did she play with the self-destruct button over there?

-Check out that highly disappointing ranch explosion – the prowess of Gamecube graphics right there LOL

-The washtubs are a perfect symbol of Sylvarant’s…uh, antiquatedness. Prime comedy, right here. Poor Raine, having to endure low-budget tourism…twice over!

-wait how did Noishe fit in the washtubs

-“Even I make mistakes. I made a terrible one…”

Laying it on a little thick, aren’t ya, Kratos???

(Actually, that reminds me: did you ever notice how the PS3 port removed ellipses wholesale across the script for whatever reason? Personally, they tend to play into the basic syntax I mentioned before with unvoiced dialogue, but as you can imagine, that “throw the baby out with the bathwater” approach leads to problems of its own.)

-killer starfish comin’ at ya and getting all slaphappy!!!

-this boss is the worst ugh I hate that bubble gun attack

-wait how’d they set up camp on that tiny hot spring

-“When you become an angel, I wonder if you'll go to the Tower of Salvation, too? If that's the case, we should just ask you after you go. I'm looking forward to your stories!”

oooooof

#tales of symphonia #tales of symphonia replay #colloyd #tos headcanon

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glitch-the-artist · 1 year ago

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TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!!! HAHA!!

I had this weird ass daydream about this star hand puppet. Ngl I really Like the idea of a hand puppet being chapter 3’s secret boss.

starley the star is a children’s show side character that slowly died out due to the writers not knowing what to do with him anymore, and now is just completely forgotten by everyone.

they have a personality that’s kinda a combination of flowery, muffet, and a typical outlaw you see in a western movie or something. They only appear popping out behind a wall, and it just seems like they are following kris around the place.

To access his boss fight, you need to act like a jerk to him and have him follow you into this place called “set 67” bellow the castle or whatever it would be in chapter 3.

basically starley will turn your soul purple, and start attack you with props from a western film, or shoots you with bullets from his gun. His final attack is basically similar to muffets, starley would jump, leaving the hand that has been controlling the puppet. It will start to chase you, while starley shoots bullets all around the screen. You need to survive this till enough of starleys bullets hit the hand, causing a big ass explosion that leads you back to the fight. Btw the strings during the special attack will move around while your trying to avoid the bullets, which increases the difficulty by a lot.

okay finally I wanna talk about what starely wants, all he wants is to be Kris’s friend. That’s all.

the entire fight is just him throwing a temper tantrum at kris for them beings a complete jerk at him, and to finally end the fight, you need to either attack them, or try to calm him down.

after you calm him down, he opens up about him just being thrown out and treated like trash, and how he just wants a friend. Then he will become “starskys”, which is a hat that has a star pattern all over it, it gives the wearer a increase in sparing enemys.

But if you attack him, he will just call you a utter jerk and become the “starblade”. This will increase your attack greatly in battles with enemys who hate you. Which means you can’t use it in arena battles or in battles with friends.

but uh ya, that’s starely the star.

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss #deltarune predictions #deltarune chapter three #Starley the star

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kate-les-bridge-stewart · 2 years ago

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This is a transcript of a semi fanfic semi rambling stream of conciousness I wrote on discord about an idea i had for an au. I did not write this intending for it to become a fanfic so it is formatted and written horribly lol. Hope you enjoy my mad scribbles and babbles.

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Osgood had been knocked out cold by a sudden explosion, hitting her head hard against a wall.13 saw so she rushed over and checked her pulse. And to her complete bewilderment she hears a shockingly familiar "thump thump thump thump"

She freezes. How?! how was this possible?! There surely had to be another explanation, maybe osgood had a heart transplant or something embedded in her heart that made it sound like that! Surely she couldnt be- no, that's impossible, right?

She rushes osgood to an infirmary and has to leave to deal with whatever threat had attacked in the first place.

Later when that's done tho she goes back to the unit infirmary and finds kate sitting next to osgood on her hospital bed. Theres a "do not disturb" sign outside the door to the room and osgate are the only ones in there.

"Pretty odd for an infirmary room to have a do not disturb sign" 13 thinks but focuses on finding out how osgood is doing.

(Osgood is asleep btw)

13: So, how is she? She got hit pretty hard, knocked out cold

Kate looks a bit startled at the sound of 13s voice and seemingly scrambles to hide what looked like some xray prints

Kate: o-oh! Yes shes doing fine, got a nasty bruise on her head and some other bumps and scrapes but nothing too serious.

13: (slightly suspicious at this point) where's the med staff? You elected yourself as her personal caretaker or something? I dont mean this in a bad way but you seem like you have too much on ya plate to try learning medical care

Kate: oh no the med staff tended to her, I was just helping. I just had to, shes one of my best friends after all.

13: ah gotcha. Sorry, dont mean to pry but shouldnt her heart monitor be on?

Kate freezes for a brief moment and some color drains from her face.

Kate: uh-

Before kate can react 13 has turned on the monitor for her and to her surprise, she sees the dual heartbeats again.

The doctor stops and stares at the screen. Kate sits back as her own heart sinks into her stomach.

Osgood wakes up suddenly at the sound of the computer and stares up at the doctor in horror

13: why do you have 2 heartbeats?

Osgood is too stunned to speak, kate who's normally an impeccable speaker was also at a loss for words

13: kate... were you holding chest xrays when I came in?

Kate cant give an answer.

13: let me see them. Please.

Kate looks to osgood as if silently pleading for help. Osgood closes her eyes with a sigh and gives her a nod.

Kate slowly and hesitantly pulls out the xrays which 13 takes tentatively. Sure enough, the impossible was true.

Osgood had 2 hearts.

There was no mistaking it.

13: Osgood... why do you have 2 hearts?

The doctor couldnt describe her emotions in that moment even with a gun to her head. A sizable part of her was convinced this couldn't be real, this had to be a dream or something.

Osgood: ..... there's a lot you don't know about me....

13 remained silent, listening.

Osgood: I'm not actually a human. I'm... I'm a timelord...

13 didn't know what to say, there were thousands of questions and thoughts racing through her head. There was so much she wanted to say, so much to ask.

Osgood: to ease one of your worries first, no, I'm not a spy for rassilon. I have no affiliation with them whatsoever, I'm a rogue just like you.

Osgood gently grabbed 13's hand and made a telepathic link between them. She opened her mind to the doctor, allowing her to see Osgood was telling the truth.

13 looked off to the side, racking her brain as she struggled to decide which of her thousands of questions she should ask.

13: so everything I thought I knew about you was a lie?

Osgood: pretty much. I'm not affiliated with the master either, just to quell that suspicion right away.

13: who are you then?

Osgood: I'm me. I'm just another rogue time war refugee who simply wants to live. I have no motives, I have no giant history, i just want to live in peace...

13: does anyone else know? Besides kate?

Osgood: no. I've been living as a human for the past 15 years.

13: how did you get to earth? Do you have a tardis too?

Osgood: yes. A newer model too.

13 thought carefully for a moment.

13: why did you join unit?

Osgood: I wanted to help humanity. I love them just like you. Plus, dealing with alien technology is familiar and comforting to me, gives me something to do.

13 stood back.

13: ... I think I've interrogated you enough for now. But I'll be back with more questions. This is... a lot to process...

And with that the doctor walked towards the door, her emotions just as immense yet indecipherable.

#doctor who #dw au #osgood #petronella osgood #kate lethbridge stewart #kate stewart #osgate #13th doctor #the thirteenth doctor #thirteen

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bangpow · 1 month ago

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The lab feels like it’s vibrating—no, maybe that’s just Jinx. Every muscle in her body is coiled too tight, her mind a chaotic hurricane of splintered thoughts that slam into one another and spin her deeper into the storm. Viktor’s voice hangs in the air, calm and steady like it usually is, but that calm only sets her nerves more on edge. It feels wrong, like the calm before an explosion. She wants to scream. Or laugh. Or both. Probably both. Then Mylo’s voice cuts through the noise in her head, louder than all the others. “You’re not safe, you’re fucked. Piltover’s probably coming for you right now. Did you really think you could just fire a rocket at their council and walk away?”

❛ Shut up, ❜ she snaps out loud, her voice cutting across the room, her hand slashing the air as if she can swat the voice away. ❛ I know that, okay? Just let me fucking think! ❜ Her words echo off the walls, raw and sharp, before falling into heavy silence. Her breath comes fast and uneven, her chest heaving as she drags her hands down her face. The smeared remnants of black makeup streak across her pale skin like war paint. ❛ Uuugh, ❜ she groans, the sound guttural and strained, as if she’s trying to pull herself out of quicksand. Her nails dig into her scalp, scratching at the relentless buzz beneath her skin. ❛ Where do I even begin? ❜

She spins on her heel, pacing back and forth with restless, jerky movements. Every step feels like it might rattle her apart. ❛ Okay, okay, ❜ she mutters to herself, squeezing her eyes shut for half a second before they snap back open. ❛ I’ll give ya the speed-run version, yeah? From the top! ❜ Her voice pitches higher as she speaks, her words rolling out like a train teetering off its tracks. She stops abruptly, spinning back toward Viktor, her hands flying up in exaggerated gestures as she talks. ❛ So! I got into a teeny-tiny tussle with that Firelight twink over a hextech gemstone I was rightfully stealing back. ❜ Her tone is mockingly indignant, but the wild glint in her eyes betrays her. ❛ And that little scuffle? Yeah, that ended with me pulling the pin on Petunia. ❜ Petunia is the name of one of her bombs, she’s pretty sure she named it with Viktor. Her grin twitches wider, manic and sharp, before she adds, ❛ RIP, Petunia. She went out with a bang and nearly took me out with her. ❜

She starts pacing again, her boots tapping against the floor in a frantic rhythm. ❛ Next thing I know, I’m strapped down to a table, and Caitlyn—ugh, Caitlyn was there—torturing me. Or, uh, maybe she wasn’t? Actually, no, it was Singed. Definitely Singed. Definitely pumping me full of Shimmer to keep me alive. ❜ Her voice is bouncing between sarcasm and genuine distress, her pacing speeding up as she talks. ❛ 0/10, would not recommend. But the perks? ❜ She stops suddenly, spinning to face Viktor with a grin that’s a little too wide, her glowing eyes burning too brightly. ❛ The perks are killer. ❜

Before he can respond, she’s already moving, grabbing a metal tray off one of the cluttered tables. ❛ Check this out, ❜ she says as she pulls her pistol from its holster in one smooth motion. Without warning, she fires, the crack of the gunshot ringing through the lab like a thunderclap. And in the blink of an eye, she’s gone, the tray clutched in her hand as she reappears across the room in a blur of violet light. The bullet punches through the tray with a sharp ping, and she holds it up triumphantly, her grin splitting her face like a jagged wound. ❛ Pretty cool, right? ❜ she says, blowing the smoke from her pistol’s barrel with a dramatic flourish.

The tray clatters to the floor, and her hand trembles as she holsters her gun. Her pacing resumes, slower now, her steps uneven. She knows she can’t keep stalling. The real words claw at the back of her throat, begging to be let out, but they feel too big, too sharp, too heavy to say. ❛ But, uh—that’s not everything, though . . . ❜ Her grin falters, cracking at the edges as she glances at Viktor from the corner of her eye. She doesn’t want to tell him. Doesn’t want to see his face when he hears.

But the voices won’t let her rest. “You killed him,” Mylo’s voice hisses, cruel and unrelenting. “You killed Silco. You killed the only person who ever gave a damn about you.” Her hands fly to her head, her fingers digging into her hair. She stops pacing, her back to Viktor as she stares at the ground. Her voice is quiet when she speaks, barely above a whisper, but the words feel like they might break her in half. ❛ He’s dead . . . ❜ She doesn’t turn to face him, doesn’t want to see the look in his eyes. ❛ Silco, ❜ she adds, the name tumbling out of her mouth like a stone. ❛ He died . . . ❜ Her voice cracks, raw and broken, as she forces the words out, but still can’t bring herself to say she killed him. ❛ And then I . . . I sort of fired a rocket at the council building. Big one. Real big one. Probably killed a whole bunch of people . . . Because I thought . . . I thought it’s what he would’ve wanted. ❜

Jinx’s chest tightens as the weight of it all presses down on her. Viktor’s alive—against all odds, he’s alive. She can feel his arms around her, solid and steady, but it doesn’t anchor her the way it should. Her mind refuses to stay in one place, spinning and twisting like the cogs of some broken machine.

What happened to you? Her thoughts scatter like cockroaches under a beam of light. What happened to her? Where does she even start? Her thoughts are a cacophony, fragments of explosions, screams, and blood swirling together until it feels like she might drown in them.

She pulls back from the embrace abruptly, needing space to breathe, her movements twitchy and erratic. ❛ That’s . . . a loaded question, ❜ she says, her voice dancing on the edge of a manic chuckle as she tries to push the weight of her grief into a joke. The corners of her mouth twitch into a crooked smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. ❛ But kinda the same thing that happened to you. Tried kickin’ the ‘ole bucket and then someone snatched the bucket away at the last second. ❜ She mimes a kick at the ground, her boot slicing the air with too much force, her body moving with an energy that feels unnatural, almost frenetic.

Silco. The name slithers into her thoughts like a knife to the chest. Her face tightens, the mask slipping for just a second. She can still see his blood staining her hands, feel the weight of his final words as they burrow into her skull. Perfect. He thought you were perfect. Mylo’s voice, sharper than ever, cuts through her haze. And you killed him.

Her eyes narrow, and then she’s gone—a streak of violet light tracing her movement as she reappears behind Viktor in a blink, as if she’s been pulled there by an invisible thread. ❛ But, uh, to answer your other question—❜ Her voice jolts the silence before it grows too heavy. She raps her knuckles lightly against the metal of his shoulder. ❛ I think you are the Hexcore now, scrap metal. That thing fused to you like it had a mind of its own. You’ve been out cold for, like . . . three days in that weird-ass cosmic cocoon. ❜ She jerks her thumb toward the remnants of the cocoon behind her, its strange, gooey colors shimmering faintly in the dim light. ❛ And lemme tell ya, what a wild three days it has been! ❜ A dry, nervous chuckle tumbles from cracked lips.

#this got so long but jinx needed to ramble on and on xD #jinx is gonna notice JUST how much viktor has changed #after she calms down a lil bit #especially if he reacts super chill to all of this information LOL #hexedevolution #ic replies.#v. post season one.

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angstysebfan · 3 years ago

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The Past Can Break You - 9

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: cursing

Third Person POV

The party is in full swing at the compound. Tony took out all the stops. Claimed it was to celebrate Natasha’s birthday, though her birthday wasn’t for another month. Most people didn’t mind since they loved to dress up and get shit-faced.

Dot held onto Bucky’s hand as he walked around the large room. She was both nervous and excited for this party. She hoped that this was only the beginning for her and Bucky. She also hoped that this would finally get Bucky to make a move other than hugs and hand holding.

She couldn’t understand why he was dragging his feet. You have been gone for a month and Bucky seems to have gotten over it, at least she thinks he has, but he still won’t even kiss her. What happened to this man that he lost his charm from the 40′s? It was driving her crazy, especially since she put in so much work to finally get him. She decided that tonight, she doesn’t care if she has to drug him, he will be hers.

The couple walks up to Steve, Tony, Sam, and Nat, who are all in conversation. “Hey guys, you remember Dot,” Bucky says to the group.

They all nod and give her a small smile, except Natasha. Dot was honestly terrified of the woman. First of all she was gorgeous, which annoyed Dot because she was used to being the most beautiful. But what scared her the most is when Bucky told her she was a previous spy. She has killed people, and she was really good at reading people. Dot couldn’t help but wonder if Nat had caught on to what she did to you.

“Jamie, can you come dance with me?” Dot asked.

Bucky looked at her and saw her giving puppy dog eyes. He had to fight everything in him to not roll his own eyes. He cleared his throat, “Uh, sure Doll. Steve, Nat, why don’t you join us?” Bucky asked with pleading eyes.

Nat did roll hers but grabbed Steve’s hand and walked out to the floor. The music changed to a slow ballad and Dot wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck. “I saw a video that people dance like this now. Especially when they are dating,” she says.

Bucky furrows his brows, “Uh, I haven’t asked you out yet,” he said.

He heard Nat clear her throat and stuttered, “Though I will soon, Doll. I just needed some time.”

Dot scoffed, “Come on Bucky. It’s been like a month, I think it’s time for you to move on. She is gone, and honestly good riddance. She wasn’t very good for you, ya know. She was way too jealous and couldn’t handle that your past with me. It was honestly pathetic,” she said.

Bucky tensed at Dot’s words, ready to ream into her when there was a loud explosion the caused everyone on the dance floor to fall to the ground. Bucky sat up when the dust settled and looked around. He saw several soldiers standing, armed. In front of them were 2 people, John Walker and... you armed with guns and 2 swords attached to your back (your specialty).

You look around the room filled with frightened people and scoff, “What’s the matter? Never saw anyone crash a party before?” you shout to the crowd.

Natasha stepped up, “Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you with Walker?” she asked.

You looked at Nat with a smirk, “Well, after the man I loved cheated on me with his blast from the past, I decided that there might have been a reason. I looked back on my life and found that no good deed truly goes unpunished. So fuck good deeds!” you shout.

You look at Bucky you is staring at you in disbelief, “Hello Buck. I would ask if you missed me, but I saw you dancing with your slut and figured, nah,” you sneered.

“Y/N, please. Let’s talk this through. Whatever you thought happened did-”

“Do you honestly think I will believe a fucking word you say Barnes? I’ll answer that, nope! But don’t worry. I have a new man now. One that appreciates me completely and doesn’t screw around with ex’s. You’ve met John, right?” you ask pointing to John behind you.

John walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. Bucky tenses, wanting to pull John away from you. You however ignore your him and look around the room until you see her. Cowering on the floor. You walk slowly over and squat in front of her, enjoying her shaking in front of you, “Hello Dolores,” you say.

Before she can respond to get away, you grab her by the hair and pull her out in front of everyone.

“Oh Dot, isn’t this what you wanted? Everyone to know who you are and who fuck? That’s right people, this woman here,” you say pointing to Dot, “fucked this man here, while he was dating me,” you said laughing.

“I-I...I didn’t. I swear... I didn’t” Dot said shaking.

You glared at her, “Oh Dotty, come on, Doll. We both know what I heard,” you said.

Natasha stepped up again, “Y/N, what the hell are you doing! We had a plan! Why are you doing this?” she yelled frustrated.

You looked from her to Bucky, who looked distraught.

“Eh, I didn’t want to wait for your plan. So I came up with my own plan. Which reminds me, Johnny... where is that book?” you ask sweetly to John.

John gulps and walks up to you to hand you a book. You show the team who’s eyes widen. You look directly at Bucky, “Oh baby, I was wondering if the Winter Soldier would like to play,” you say shaking the red book with the black star.

Bucky froze in fear. His heart is completely broken. You, his love, the woman he would kill for, is wanting to turn him into the monster.

Chapter 8 / Chapter 10

Oh man. Things are going to get exciting! And yes in this case John Walker is just a bad guy, never tried to be Cap or anything for the sake of this story, but everyone still hates him. Feedback is appreciated.

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 3 years ago

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Metal Limbs ( Engineer x Reader One Shot)

You walked down the streets of Teufort, watching out for any thugs who might have wanted to mug you. Keeping your head down, no one noticed you. You kept your head down low, the hood of your sweater covering your face. You were invisible. Except for the Texan who watched from afar. Dell Conagher invited his friend, Jane, for some coffee. Instead of ordering Starkbucks like a normal person, the soldier had an outburst and was currently wrestling some raccoons in the garbage bins outside of the shop. Dell sighed. You looked over from your side of the street. Some guy fought some raccoons. You scoffed, stuffing your hands inside of your hoodie’s pocket. You passed by the alley, checking it. Usually, there was someone who threatened to attack you. You sighed. There was no one there. Dell watched as you checked the alley. Soldier returned, all beat up. The engineer groaned at the sight of his friend. “The little bandits stole my helmet,” Jane said, taking his seat. “Ya lucky Medic has vaccines in his cabinet,” Dell replied. “We should get home so we can fix ya.” He stood up. “Ah’ll pay the bill.” “No need, my hard hatted friend,” Jane said. He pulled out his team captain's burning flames hat. Dell sighed. “Ya can’t use that as payment,” he replied. Dell reached for his wallet when someone shouted. “GIMME YOUR MONEY!!!” he yelled. Everyone on the patio started to panic. Soldier looked to his friend, who nodded. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you, maggot,” Jane said, punching his fist into his palm. “I ain’t afraid of you,” the robber said, putting up his gun. “I have a gun, and a knife.” He pulled out a kitchen knife from his pocket. “Ya shouldn’t mess with us,” Dell said. “But Ah’m gonna give ya a chance to run.” The robber lunged at the engineer, but something metallic prevented Dell from being stabbed. Jane watched in awe as you held your arm in front of the knife. “What the?!?” the robber exclaimed. You were making your way around the corner when you noticed a suspicious character walk into the coffee shop. You decided to follow and hid behind the shop. The scene played out just as you suspected. The robber was ready to attack Dell, but you jumped in to save him on time. “Get him!” you grunted. Jane looked at Dell, surprised. “Do as they say,” Dell said, going around. The robber pulled his knife out of your arm and swung at Dell. You kicked the robber in the gut. With a metallic thud, his ribs broke. “HOW?!?” Soldier yelled. “NO REGULAR LEG CAN DO THAT!!!” “Shut it and help!” Dell yelled, hitting the robber over the head. You gave him one final blow with your elbow and he was out. The bystanders watching cheered. The cops pulled up and dragged the robber away. “Now that was very mighty of ya to help,” Dell said. You turned to face him. “I just didn’t want to see anyone get hurt,” you replied. “You’re a hero,” Jane said, patting your arm, slightly hard. He groaned, pulling back. The ripped sleeve of your sweater exposed your metal limb. Dell noticed. “What’s this?” he asked, reaching for your arm. You yelped, pulling back. “Uh you know what?” you said. “I need to go pick up something.” You began to run. “Wait!” Dell cried. “What’s your name?!?” “Y/n!” you yelled back, turning around the corner and disappearing. He sighed. You popped your head around the wall. “And if you want to meet up again, I’ll be in the park this evening.” You disappeared again, leaving Dell happy. “Are you gonna see them again?” Soldier asked. “Ah hope so.” *>/<* You rolled up your sleeve to check any damage to your metal prosthetic. You lost your arm and leg in an explosion when you were young. All your life, you were made fun of. People called you Edward Elric, Darth Vader. They made the “it must’ve cost you an arm and a leg” joke all the time. A man had managed to build you metal limbs to replace your missing ones. He connected your nerves to the arm and leg. You were one with the limbs. You sighed, relieved. The arm had not been damaged terribly. It was still in working condition. You put down your wrench and

stood up. It was one hour before the evening. You slipped on your sweater. You grabbed your keys and began to walk to the park. Dell intrigued you and you wanted to learn more about him. Dell adjusted his overalls and tie. Soldier suggested that he’d wear one to look more like a gentleman. People liked that. He sat on the bench. Gunslinger was attached to his arm. Medic was too busy to regrow his arm. Of course, from what Dell saw, you were the same. “Hey,” you said, coming up to the engineer. “What’s up?” you asked. Dell smiled. “Hi Y/n,” he answered. “Ah’m fine, how about ya?” You shrugged. “So-so,” you said. You looked down at Dell’s hand. Gunslinger was visible. Your eyes widened. “You have a metal limb too?” you asked, kneeling down. Dell chuckled. “It’s just mah hand,” he said. “Ah call it Gunslinger.” “How’d you lose your hand?” you asked. “Wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking personal questions.” “Nah it’s fine,” Dell replied. “I just need to know one thing before answering.” You mumbled okay. “How’d you get yours?” You blushed. “Um,” you said, rolling up your sweater’s sleeve. You also rolled up your right pant leg. “I lost them in an explosion.” Dell grabbed your hand. “Well Ah think you look nice,” he said. “The craftsmanship behind this is ingenious!” You blushed. “So what about Gunslinger?” you asked, taking your seat next to him. “Ah had my doctor amputate my hand,” he replied. “Together, we worked to attach my nerves with Gunslinger. You gasped. “Why do that?!?” you exclaimed. “Having a fleshy hand is the best.” Dell looked at you. “It was for scientific research,” he said. “Besides, it helps me in my workforce.” “I guess that’s reasonable,” you replied. “Yeah.” The two of you watched as kids walked with their families back home. “We should do this again,” you said. “Meet up every once in a while.” “Ah agree,” Dell replied. “Next time, we should go out for coffee.” You nodded. “It’s a date,” you said, shaking his hand.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 #team fortress 2 x reader one sho #tf2 x reader one shots #romance #fluff #one shots #action #Tf2 engineer x reader #Team Fortress 2 engineer x Reader #Engineer x Reader #Long post

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holewithinahole · 3 years ago

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Chaotic | Jinx x he/him reader

Summary: You try to take Jinx on a date but everything goes wrong.

Warnings: fluff, non-native writer, unchecked grammar

A lovely request I got by @its-a-game-i-lost. The idea is just so funny to me. I wish I could have expanded more on the characters... I hope I did good!

You’re a pretty standard young man. You grew up in the Lanes, committed petty theft and rose middle fingers at enforcers like any other healthy child. Now, you work your ass off in the factories and bring back bits of broken equipment for Jinx to play with.

You have a relationship with Jinx. A friendly relationship you’d say. Everything is relative when it concerns Jinx. But she often comes to spend time with you to talk about this and that so you take it as a win.

You want to take her on a date. A real one, a sweet one, a conventional one.

But nothing is ever conventional with Jinx. You discovered this the hard way.

The first time, she’s laying on your couch, munching candies she stole during her last Piltover heist when you ask: “Wanna come with me to topside, real quick?”

She looks up at you then smiles knowingly. She has the time to grab her trusty Pow-Pow before you stop her: “Uh, I don’t think you’ll need it.”

She pauses then laughs: “Ya’ right! Better to travel light hehe.”

Nothing went as planned. Obviously. The small hidden cafe you wanted to take her to call the enforcers and you ended up running all the way down to the Lanes. Everything would have probably gone better if Jinx had restrained herself from tagging buildings on your way there but more importantly if she had restrained from shooting random bullets at the enforcers while laughing maniacally.

You realised later, when laying on your bed at 2 am, that the romantic vision of a date near the docks, eating pastries and laughing carefreely would never come true. You wanted it real bad but it will never be possible. Not with Jinx.

And somehow you didn’t care all that much. For Jinx, you could do less conventional.

The second time, you’re sitting on a chair in Jinx’s lair.

“Wanna go have a drink at the Last Drop?”

Jinx is currently working on her little bombs, goggles on her face and humming to rock music. You have already popped the question four times before she finally answers you: “Maybe this time you’ll take something other than beer.”

You scoff: “You never take something other than cavernberry juice!”

She slumps on her own chair, arms dangling down as she sighs dramatically: “Ugh now I crave it!” She throws her goggles on the floor then flashes you a smirk. Your heart skips a beat. “Come on, you paying!”

You’re so enamoured, you’d pay for all Piltover.

The pub is pretty crowded that day. Jinx pushes past people without a care in the world to reach the bar where she asks for her regular juice. You come to stand behind her swiftly, not feeling comfortable all of a sudden. You should have thought twice before suggesting to come here. Even if the Last Drop remains neutral territory, after Silco’s death, Jinx hasn’t been really welcomed.

Not everyone is fond of the reinforced scrutiny of enforcers in the wake of her recent 'explosive' raids.

Jinx, not aware at all of the tension, laughs with the barman, asking for a straw. Suddenly, a man twice your size walks towards you. Oh, this doesn’t smell good at all... “‘got a problem?”

The thug answers by pushing you back against the counter, roughly colliding with Jinx who spits her drink.

“'the fuck you want, dickhead!” She yells, wiping her mouth.

She may be the first to get her gun out, a manic light in her eye, but you’re the last to duck when he swings his fist right in your face.

You surprisingly both end up getting out of there alive, with a few more bruises and a broken nose, your arms over each other’s shoulders for support. Thankfully no one died but you sure as hell won’t be going back to the Last Drop anytime soon.

“That was fucking fun!”

At least one is happy.

You kinda accepted the fact you’ll never have a conventional - or even unconventional at this point - date with Jinx. You even accepted you might never have a date at all. That’s what you ponder while eating - read: mope while staring at - your bowl of Jericho Special.

“Another!” Jinx exclaims, slamming her plate down. Jericho flinches but complies. “What’s going on, boo-boo? You look so gloomy!”

I want to grab your stupid tiny hand while we walk and kiss you when we go our separate ways, you think bitterly.

“Nothing.”

She stops eating halfway to stare at you. Her being so silent only means she’s thinking very hard about something. She leans towards you, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. You stare at her, blushing slightly at your proximity.

"What?"

“I have exactly what you need!” She tugs you out of your chair by your arm. You only have a couple seconds to throw some money to Jericho.

Back to her lair, she blasts music to an indecent level before coming close to you, moving - dancing? - in ridiculous fashion.

“Come on! Let it go, man!”

She grabs your hands and twirl. You let out a cry that only makes her laugh more. She moves her hips and pumps her fists up in the air gleefully.

You can only watch her in disbelief, chuckling at her antics. She’s the craziest, most insane person you’ve ever met, she’s overflowing chaotic energy in a skinny body and you’re drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

So you do what you should have done ages ago, you grab her face with two hands and lean in to kiss her.

You except kicking or screaming, maybe a big exclamation of disgust but she presses against you forcefully, still shaking her hips to the music. She giggles against your lips, pulls on your top hard enough to tear and it’s perfect.

“Not so gloomy anymore, uh?” She licks her lips before leaning in one more time.

Third time is a charm.

#jinx x reader #jinx imagine #arcane imagine #arcane #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends

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mysterylover123 · 4 years ago

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BNHA Chapter 291: “Let My New Villain Crush Say His Piece”

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AWW He’s so cute you guys! I think I’m officially declaring Toya/Dabi my new LOV crush. It used to be Shigaraki and he’s still 2nd. Technically Shigaraki’s actually more sympathetic than Toya, since they’ve both got tragic backstories and abusive dads and Shigaraki at least still likes his friends, while Toya hates everyone and just does not give a fuck. But hey, I still love him anyway. Seriously everyone in this series needs a hug.

(lol no way I’d dye it). It’s the Bride of Frankenstein look ya’ll!

SHADES OF LIL KACCHAN. Man no wonder Shoto’s so drawn to Lord Explosion Murder.

1) I guess we’re officially confirming that Endeav did not, in fact, sexually assault Rei into pregnancy. Which - GOOD. There’s a limit to what morally complex characters can get away with and still be redeemable. 2) BABY FUYUMI AND BABY TOYA CUTE OVERLOAD.

IS THAT THE ALL MIGHT FIST OF TRIUMPH?!

Uh oh baby burning. That image of endeavor across the gulf from All Might sure comes up a lot.

Well then you shouldn’t have abused your kids dumbass.

Let’s sum this part up pretty simply: DABI: “They never told you what happened to your son.” ENDEAV: They told me he was dead. DABI: No, I am your son. ENDEAV: That’s not true. That’s impossible! DABI: Search the DNA tests, you know it to be true. ENDEAV: NO!!! NO!!!

1) Spinner is so Shigaraki’s LOV boyfriend. 2) Seriously Dabi you didn’t tell any of them? 3) Tomura are you OK?

LOL THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS. Shiggy: “Also I’m All Might’s master’s grandkid! And Kurogiri’s Aizawa’s long lost friend! And Muscular’s Bakugou’s cousin, Toga’s Ochako’s wife, Spinner’s Tsuyu’s secret dad, Gigantomachia’s Kirishima’s grandfather, Compress is Jirou’s 5th cousin once removed, and All for One is Deku’s dad...” blah blah blah (actually 2 of those are true...)

Um isn’t 99.99% less Missing Lost Son and more Actual Clone?!

OH SHIT MORE REVELATIONS?! THIS GUY’S NOT DONE YET!

POOR NATSUO AND FUYUMI. Your whole family is so screwed.

Legit good question! Even if he’s asking it for selfish reasons.

AW! You precious child. I was wondering what his verbal reaction would be. Looks like we’re going with “Denial”.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Oh dear god (BTW Who the fuck was filming this? Is big brother always watching or something)

Oh man. (Poor freaking Twice. Isn’t this exactly what Curious wanted to do to Toga? I think she’s gonna be pissed at Dabi later on).

ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS FEELS. HOLY SHIT

Ooh, I think you just made a mistake Dabi. Jumped the gun a little. (Please don’t let this undo all the good, society-destroying work our villain did before this once the Not Deadness of Jeanist gets out! People already don’t want to believe him)

Similar to who? Also TOKOYAMI. HAWKS. OH GOD

HOLY SHIT. (Similar to someone else? By that DO YOU MEAN YOU!?! Oh man I thought Dabi/Hawks was sunk for good after the burning incident but maybe not so much.)

All good points! Great writing and art touch, all those ads. (Again, he’s still a dick for doing all this. But still. Worth thinking about).

1. HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM CANT YA SEE KUN. 2. deku and kachcan deku and kacchan you guys need so many hugs. 3. Yeah right Dabi. Sure you would’ve. 4. Iida and Hado get to be part of this!

Endeav’s gonna have a real crisis now that the Denial Stage is over.

(Senpai=Hado?) “The Others” here...I’m guessing Kacchan and Aizawa? Either way, that “Midoriya”. Tododeku is alive and well! (+TDBK and bKDK. The OT3 lives). Also CRYING SHOTO. HUG HIM DEAR GOD SOMEONE HELP THIS GUY. And he’s keeping it together pretty well though!

Fierce Deku and Kacchan! Dabi using ultimate moves from Endeavor!

Here we go.

Jeanist is here huh. Yay he’s not dead!

So I asked myself while writing this, why am I apparently not wanting Jeanist to pop up and prove Dabi’s “lying” (he’s not, he just doesn’t know the truth) about Hawks? Apparently I want society’s faith in heroes to be shaken or something. Well yeah. I guess, as long as our heroes make it out of this arc alive, I’m kinda rooting for the villains to win here. Not because I agree with them, but because it feels like that’s the point of this arc, this piece of the story. It’s the “fall of the old” to make way for the new. The Darkest Hour, the ending of the Empire Strikes Back (fittingly), the climax of the Rise of Villains Saga for the series as a whole. Night getting darkest just before the dawn. So I guess I want the villains to win here. (so the UA protags can bring everything back up again). I guess I’m just hoping Jeanist’s arrival doesn’t undermine everything Dabi just said, cause so much of it is true. All the stuff about Endeav is true. And Hawks did kill Twice, for the greater good no. So to have everyone just live in denial...it would undermine this whole arc. So yes, I’m rooting for the villains here.

(again, not endorsing their behavior at all.)

On break sadly. TWO WEEKS FROM NOW.

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orangepurin45 · 3 years ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 - 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐗 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ..𝐏.𝐓 1

Summary: Miya Atsumu the one you've been crushing on purposely bring your life a living hell but on the present day, things we'll get reversed as it seems before. And you were delighted by it...

Warning: Humiliation, mentions of mental disorder, mentions of harassment, past trauma (School-Bullying), mass murder, guns & drugs, and disturbing behavior, suggestive , explosion

Flashback

"Miya-san, I love you!"

"Tsk... Why would like someone as PIG as you are!?"

You flinched as you slowly rose and look at his honey darken orbs, staring disgustingly at you.

"B-because... Um... um uh-...."

He was smirking, and leans down at the exact eye level as you are.

"B-B-BECAUSE UM UH!? Yer funny! how about yer get the fuck outta ma' business or else somethin' might happen unpleasantly "

He smiled and turned away about to head home, your back of your head burns then tears came up and falls down to your chin then the concrete.

He could've just let you down easily...

He could've! But what he did was the hard way... And you couldn't take those words lightly.

But Although, wiping your eyes using your jacket sleeves. Your eyes glare at his retreating figure, seeing how his ego overflowing with such confidence and passion from volleyball.

"Soon... You'll regret what you've done for you to say such things aren't necessary, Miya-san"

In many effort of you confession and this is the 15th time. Plus after this he make fun of you ,dump you some soda on your hair, shoving you over, and pulling your hair. He was enjoying his fun so much, he stole the last dignity the god once told you to take care of.

But this guy have taken an advantage of it and take it, making you snap and never came to school that day... And never ever return again

End Flashback...

The platinum blonde holds your forearm. His eyes which holds greater concern and trying to prevent something that you might regret later on.

Like hell you will... What a joke

"Y/n... Don't go" he grips a little tight, his eyes pleads to stay.

YOU PIECE OF SHIT OF A PISS-HAIR, you thought irritatingly staring back at him but not physically but mentally. You smiled and pat his head.

"I'll be out for a bit, Miya-san the so-called customers needed me for their so-called delivery" You chirped, trying not to stab his face with the nearby pencil.

"Ya' could've just call me Tsumu.. ya know?," He said while pouting his finger still wrapped around your forearm. "Please accompany me... I want yer ass here! I want to cuddle ya!!" He whines, bawling like a baby.

A angered mark appeared on your cheek, your so close punching him. "Sorry, Miya-san I insist that you go do your routine alone" With that you shove your arm away and immediately trots towards the doorway before he had the chance to engulf you again in his arms.

"What a pathetic man he was... Thinking in the past that I still want him" you tutt'ed and jump off the 4th storage white apartment and landed gracefully like a cat on fours. "Such pity" you giggled as you scanned the place for that buyer.

You saw your buyer at the corner of an abandoned building and you smirked walking over the lone man, oh boy he was heaving heavily plus eyes bloodshot. Must be so obsessed over the illegal product you produce, not caring about his life right now.

"Hello! Are you here to buy my white powder?? " You chirped as the man flinch in flash his head turn his afront of you at mentions of the word, white powder.

"YES! BITCH GIVE IT TO ME"

"Only ¥679000 please!"

He throws his brief case on the ground. You smiled with close eyes as you give him a small plastic pouch, he giggled and happily snatched before running like a lost maniac.

"*Whistles* damn what a day" crouching down to reach over the brief case, opening to make sure something aren't alrighty.

And to your relief, it was just money.

If it was a bomb, you are good at throwing people at the head and might as well make a refund would help with using his life.

"Ah~ what a fine day!

In the gym, Atsumu was on the bench sitting uncharacteristically still and quiet (much of Kiyoomi's satisfaction) he was staring on the floor.

"EYY Tsumu! Why are you down for? Should've you practicing??" Kotaro pat his shoulder, he jumped and just chuckled dryly then pushes the spiker hand's away.

"Ahh... Just thinkin' somethin' d-don't mind me... " He was feeling touch starve at the moment and couldn't get you to be wrapped around his arms holding you so tight. The slight frustration of you being live-in partner and almost a lover (he hasn't confess yet...) The urges to just hugged you and feel the strands of your hand for just a minute.

Yet you refuse to let him do so...

Bandaging some of his fingers, and stood up then started to warm-up to practice some serves and some set. This mind was drifting how your face refuse to let you know he wants you and heck He can just tell you right the hell now even the heavy rain couldn't stop him approaching you then start a heavy make-up underneath.

But right now, he needed to focus right now. (If he can... Poor boy)

Gun fire was heard and a loud thumping foots then mad screams filled the building of a certain headquarters that wanted you dead.

"Do you really think you can fucking kill me!? For a stupid reason??! FUCK YOU" you point both of your twin guns and hail a thousand bullets at each agent.

Making their blood spray on the wall... You smirked and saw Sero Rintaro, the auditor of the headquarter glared at you.

"You fucking bitch... Stop interrupting my business!" He yelled pointing his M16 Calliber at you then started to fire. In which you perform acrobatics to dodge all the bullets with the mad grin. "This place is not accepting for the likes you of you! Get lost!!" Then stop firing and unlock the grenade before throwing at you. In instant, you got an idea using your katana as baseball bat then home run the grenade back the auditor himself.

He was in complete shock when the grenade was switch places to him. He yells profanities before being blow to shreds .

"Pathetic... BUT! Thank you for bringing the upmost gift of all time!" You bowed still giggling mess about how their horrible surgery, torture, and experiment on you when you volunteer to ONLY help to them.

But hey... They started to regret it.

A door sound slides and there was your comrade, Shizuka. She was chewing a bubble with both of her TEC-09 on her delicate hand. "Ah... What a mess I thought you were dead sisy we were just gonna revive afterwards said by the doc"

"Whatever did we got what we-" you were cut off when you saw a hole behind the desk. Shit, you were escaped by the auditor himself. "Fucking bullshit... Anyway did we get it what we objected of?" She chuckled and nodded "Yeah he'll be alright... It was just he was forced to undergo experiment by this goons in words of your whereabouts"

You sighed running your hand over your hair before eyeing once more the hole the auditor created. "Let's go shit gonna be hellfire on this place"

With you showered the place with C4 and bomb the place entirely in massive explosion and flames.

Odis and Shizuka cheered "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!" earning a chuckled from you and a face palm from the combat-doctor.

At the way home of your apartment shared with Atsumu himself, you saw him there on the stairs sitting behavely like a child patiently wait for your arrival.

He was pouting and he had his arms crossed.

What a man-child you thought before you snickered. He heard you and like a puppy he almost tackle you down on the floor.

"Y/n! Where were ya!? And YER HURT!?!?" You cover your ears from his outburst and started to untangle yourself off his arms but he didn't budge much of your displeasure.

"I'm alright Miya-san just a couple of scratches from a large thug" You try an EFFORT to let go because of his masculine cologne is very strong and it's gonna make you throw up.

"Ya could've just called yer know? Ya can trust yer roommate" pointing at himself, but his arms still glued around your waist, your bloodlust is almost at this limit.

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"Atsumu-san! I LOVE YOU!"

"SHUT YER TRAP Pig leave me alone! Will ya??!"

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"Aight... Aight you can let go now your suffocating me" you breath through your teeth. Palm both of his chest and push yourself away from him.

Eyeing him up, his expression was disbelief and further sadness. You could tell that this blondie is pretty much...

Touch starve..~

It's cute least to say that he's suffering like you were in highschool.

"I'm now cooking dinner here's the list of what I needed... Go crazy" winking at him patting his shoulder three times before entering yourself inside the apartment you two shared of.

You sighed and snickered, it all according to plan. Looking through your cute bunny-themed notepad, which written:

1. Live in with him ⭕

2. Befriend him ⭕

3. Make fun of him or Bully him mentally ⭕

4. Make him jealous

5. Go crazy about you

6. Reject him at all fours

"How long are you gonna last Miya-san?" A sly evil grin grew the side of your lips, (E/c) eyes glow in pure madness. As you engulf of an imagination on your brain about him being corrupted little bitch on the ground.

Drooling and Begging to be punish.

"Y/n-sama... Punish me~"

You couldn't help but giggle at the plan of humiliation you desire for him to feel.

The feel of what he did...

The feel of what shit fuckery he did back then.

This ego... You wanna deflate right in front of everybody.

"Just you wait Miya-san... Just you wait" as you roared out an insane laughter.

Your laughter interrupt a call, you picked it up and heard Geo, the combat-doctor of the group of the Anti-group.

"Y/n Tomorrow I've got a mission alongside the airheaded duo"

"Roger that... Where's the location at?"

"Behind where your roommate practice at... The auditor and his goons were hiding there"

You smirked and answered with "Okay see ya," then brought the down the call.

"Looks like we are gonna save some man-child's buttcheeks"

Next day...

"Y/n-chan!? Y-y-yer here!?!" You could tell an imagination of a doggy tail and ears on him. But you put on a shades because he's too bright for to handle.

Especially the human tangerine one who's sparkling in infinite rays of sunshine.

"Why not? How can a NICE roommate like me can't I support my good ol' roommate?" At the corner of your eyes and saw Suna, Suna Rintaro himself. He was staring his eyes slightly dilated at your figure.

Ohoho~ The auditor's son... How great. You wave at him with a smile in which he turned and went to grab another ball to spike making Komori confuse at his actions.

"Y/n," you hummed and look at Kiyoomi. He was blushing despite his effort to just looking at the other side of the gym.

"H-how are you?" He stuttered and he clicked his tongue for that. You only smiled eye closed "I'm doing fine, Sakusa-san! Just enjoying life is all~!"

"I-i see...By the way it's o-omi"

Can't believe he's trying to win you back, despite his lack of touch back in the day. You sorta the ONE who broke up with Sir Germaphobe here, he was suprise and didn't say back then.

Now he's trying his best to clean it up. You pity him really but...

The damage has already done.

"HEY HEY! Y/N LOOK AT ME SERVE THIS BALL!!?" You avert back to Puppy boy himself who was waving at you holding a Mikasa volleyball.

He throws it upwards before running and jump then SMACK!

You saw how his small celebration was, as you walk over his side. He was awaiting for your praise to boost his ego...

Huh?? Like hell you would...

"It's only a serve Miya-san you don't have to like Show off afront of anyone here... Everyone's here can do that"

"HUH!?!? IT'S ONLY A SERVE!? CAN YA AT LEAST APPRECIATE ME FOR ONCE WILL YA! "He whines and bawled like huge baby he is.

🤭 damn

"Anyways your match is going to start"

The eyes of gold stabbing on your back, coldy.

"Yeah! Che-"

But Kiyoomi beat him to it.

"Cheer for me" Kiyoomi was looking the other before bringing it back another time to meet yours again.

At the corner of your eye, Atsumu's honey orbs get dulled his happy smile he once wore banished when his teammates beat him to it.

4.Make him Jealous ⭕ Ohoho~! Two more to go

"I will Omi" He blushes and nodded before running over to line up. Atsumu gets back to his track and tried to say the words again but your gaze was still staring LOVINGLY at Kiyoomi.

He felt destroyed, when you don't acknowledged his presence too. His eyes just watch you walk up the bleachers ignoring their fans talking about you.

"Yo! Atsumu line up"

"Oh! Right there!!" He couldn't help but thinking it.

Are you Omi-Omi and You had a thing before? Or did two of you came back together.

Oh please don't he thought... It's only gonna make his blood boil and frustration. He was yet to say his feelings to your after this match was over.

He couldn't help but wonder... Is it?

Because if you did something might snap and he'll make Kiyoomi pay for it.

At the bleachers, you were delighted and you were hiding your smirking under your mouth.

"what a perfect view... He's shivering how pity"

Okay that was long thats all. Plus, this one is shitty asf and I have words plus if your gonna make fun I'll a IDC one and leave a block on ya or maybe report of whatsoever I'm here so don't test me.

You don't like the content the door is always open for you to exit bigtime

That's all

-Ariella

#miya atsumu #angst #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #slight Kiyoomi x Reader #slight suna x reader #MDI #yandere Atsumu

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twstwonderlandstuff · 3 years ago

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at each other's throats

a short fic about valie and sebek screaming their throats off. sort of. silver is just. there. it's supposed to be cute but chaos dominates so yeah

also just valie being stupid I guess

i want her to say 'GOOD ARGUMENT, BUT UR RATIO'D AND I'M CUTE- well no not really you're cuter that me oh GOD DAMN IT'

sebek: we're fighting IRL what in thorn witches' name or you ON ABOUT, also I am NOT CUTE WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO W/ ANYTHING?!?!?!?!?

also she's cross dressing sooooo people will refer to valie by he/him pronouns but i'm describing valie w/ she/her pronouns yeah

“Silver-senpai!”

“Oof.”

The wind was knocked out of Silver’s lungs as he was tackled by Valie, Grim asleep on top of her head.

(It’s a miracle he hasn’t slipped off.)

“Sup~” Valie greeted, lifting his hand and pressing a quick greeting kiss against it. “Where’d ya headed?”

“Um,” Silver, unused to the affection, simply blinks back at the question. Valie, quickly realizing her mistake, rambles.

“Wait, wait, FUCK, uh, that’s like, a normal greeting back home, um-” She steps away from him, quickly bowing with regret. “Super sorry man, I just got used to it!”

“It’s… fine. Don’t do it again so suddenly.” The knight replies demurely, Valie nodding with relief.

“I gotchu! But, uh, you never did answer my q, you know.” She tilts her head. “Where’d ya headed?”

“Equestrian club.” Silver points towards the door. “Would you like to come?”

“Sure! Wait, let me ask my beloved gremlin first.” Clearing her throat, she brings Grim down from her head, pressing her face against his head. “Grim, my scrunkly grimly wimply?”

“Gross…” Grim fake puked, opening his sleepy eyes. “What?”

“Wanna go to the Equestrian club? We’ve got some time and nothing to do. Also I’m never going to see another horse so close and personal in my life, so! Are you down?”

“Sure.” Grim gives his grumbles of approval. “Let your master sleep, henchman…”

Valie laughs, placing him back on her head as she gives Silver a thumbs up. “Sure, sure, grimmy boy.”

“Let's go!” With mandatory finger guns, they’re off!

***

“Silver, you’re here- Valencia?” Riddle paused, a little surprised.

“Hey, hey, Riddle-senpai!” She grins widely. “ ‘m here to look at some horses! Also watch y’all but we ain’t gonna speak about that~!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Nothin’. Anyways,” she playfully pats Silver’s backs. “I’mma watch y’all from the-”

“HUMAN!”

“Here comes Sebek.” Silver sighs, but not even a second later his eardrums are blown away by a similar volume.

“HALFLING!” Comes the reply, scaring the living hell out of Grim.

“Henchman, shut UP!” Grim screeches, scratching her face. A pained cry leaves Valie as she covers her face with her arms. Seconds later, Sebek joins them, laughing at Valie’s pained state.

“You SHUT your DAMN mouth, halfling-” She grouses, close to flipping him off. “This is your fault–”

“And HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”

“How about your FACKING VOICE BRO–”

“MY VOICE?!”

“YOU BOTH SHADDUP, I’m trying to sleep!”

Silver is left standing on the sidelines, both in shock, awe and horror as they head into a shouting match.

“It happens every so often.” Riddle sighs, joining the silver haired knight by his side. “I don’t know how they do it.”

“Well, at least Sebek has someone to yell with now.”

Riddle laughs slightly. “Get him off your back a little?’

“Yeah. Get him off my case for a bit.”

“And that, father, is what happened.” Silver put down his cup, amused at his own tale. “I didn’t expect the prefect to be so… explosive.”

“Explosive indeed. You should’ve seen the arguments the two made last week.” Lilia giggled. “It was a sight to behold.”

“T…this has happened before?”

“You’ve missed a lot, my boy. This battle of theirs has been going on for about 3 weeks. I don’t know how either of them manages to keep their voices.” As Lilia finishes his sentence, a flurry of screams can be heard downstairs, followed by a pinnacle of silence, then more rowdy shouting. “See? Happens all the time.”

#valencia karasu #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #original character #twst original character #stupid little thing (affectionate)#for valie i mean #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #the old man is just. there.#vibing/#stuff hits the fan

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thesquishyrogue · 3 years ago

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Rogue's relationships with the rest of the mercs

Scout:

Almost like a brother-sister relationship. They're always goofing off together, joking around, getting on Spy's nerves. Just being the chaotic force of the team. Scout constantly convinces Rogue to play baseball with him, especially after seeing that they both use bats as a weapon (albeit Rogue's has nails driven through it).

Scout: "Aw man, sick bat! Say, you ever actually played baseball? If not I could teach ya. Though, you should probably use a different bat. I'll let ya borrow one of mine!"

Soldier:

He's definitely sort of a weird uncle figure to her. She's always giggling at his ridiculous antics, and he's surprisingly protective of her. Although at the same time he's always impressed by her ability to fend for herself, and fight off men larger than her despite her size.

Soldier: "Hell yeah, look at her go! Kicking ass just like a true American! She makes me proud!"

Pyro:

Oh my goodness. These two. Rogue almost always puts on a tough attitude, especially around the other guys. But around Pyro? They're probably the only person Rogue will be a softie towards. They're constantly seen platonically hugging and cuddling, and Pyro loves when Rogue covers their mask in stickers. They always return the favor by covering her face. Once they come off she treasures them. The others will always comment on how adorable the two are, usually followed by Rogue telling them to fuck off.

Rogue: "If anything were to ever happen to Pyro, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself."

Pyro: (灬º‿º灬)

Demoman:

Their relationship is quite explosive, to say the least. When Demo isn't trying to get Rogue to try some of his alcohol (which always results in Rogue gagging and choking from the bitterness) they're always assisting each other on the battlefield. Mostly in the form of Rogue catapultng Demo's bombs at enemies with her slingshot. They always share a laugh when a BLU team member is blown to bits.

Demoman: "Boom, right in the head! Look at all that blood! Yer aim is getting better and better, lassie!"

Heavy:

Just looking at these two stand next to each other is almost laughable. With Heavy being incredibly larger than everyone and Rogue being incredibly smaller, he practically dwarfs her. He's extremely gentle with her though, and takes care of her in sort of a protective big brother kind of way. Whenever the team is lounging around, she's often either cuddled into him or resting her legs in his lap. He doesn't mind it. He's also let her beat him in arm wrestling numerous times. She knows he lets her win, but she still take the opportunity to boast to the other mercs about it.

Heavy: "Little girl is so strong. You've beaten me again."

Rogue: 😏😏😏

Engineer:

He's also like an uncle figure to her. But unlike Soldier, he's more of the chill laid-back uncle that she can go to for advice. And she often does. Sometimes when she's bored she'll go into his workshop and talk with him as he plays his guitar or she helps out with whatever he's working on. Even if that help is something as simple as just handing him tools, he appreciates it. He appreciates the company too.

Engie: "Alright darlin', can you hand me the screwdriver?"

Rogue: "Uh... which one?"

Engie: "The Phillips."

Rogue: "Uh..."

Engie: "The pointy one."

Rogue: "Oh! Yeah sure I knew that."

Medic:

Like with Engie, Rogue will often go into the infirmary to talk with Medic as he works (she also makes sure he takes a break once in a while and doesn't overwork himself). He also does what he can to help with her depression once that's out in the open, prescribing her any antidepressants he can get his hands on. Though when she first joined the team and he gave her her first annual exam, he was astounded by how many fractures and injuries he'd found that were just left to sloppily heal on their own. The sadistic doctor was actually kind of worried for her, though honestly impressed by her high pain tolerance.

Medic: "Goodness fräulein, this is the fifth fracture I've found! How are you even walking?"

Rogue: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sniper:

Despite having quite good aim from using a slingshot for years, Rogue was quite inexperienced with guns (not including when she killed her old caretaker at the end of her fighting days). So naturally, Sniper took it upon himself to teach her. He educates her on different types of guns in order to find what works best for her, and the two partake in target practice together. Of course, the two end up bonding during the lessons. She tells him all about her life in the ring, and he tells her about what life was like back in Australia. One thing that Rogue wasn't anticipating, however, was how strong the recoil of a gun can be. She was so unprepared she was thrown right onto her ass in shock.

Sniper: "Crikey! You alright there, mate?"

Rogue: "Yeah I'm fine... fuck, what was that?!"

Sniper: "Recoil, love. Did you not know guns did that?"

Rogue: "...no..."

Spy:

Although she and Spy certainly took the longest to warm up to each other, the two are as close as can be now. Once they finally accepted each other, Spy took her under his wing as his apprentice. He helps her perfect her thieving skills and educates her on how to take tough situations in stride. She really looks up to him, and they almost have a father-daughter relationship. And of course, when her depression comes to light, he's her biggest means of support. He's always available when she needs him and he does whatever he can for her.

Spy: "You make me so proud, mon cheri. You've captured the intel once again, our training has really paid off. Great job."

Rogue: "Thanks dad."

Spy: "Excuse me, what was that?"

Rogue: "....nothing."

Bonus!

Miss Pauling:

Miss Pauling is literally the first woman Rogue has ever been close to in her life. Throughout her entire childhood she's been surrounded by creepy older men, and even though things are different now with the mercs... they're still men. There are just some things Rogue isn't quite comfortable talking to them about. But with Miss Pauling, going to her for help with things like clothes shopping and feminine problems almost feels natural. Hell, there were so many things Rogue didn't even know about periods until Miss Pauling explained them to her. And of course Miss Pauling takes the time out of her busy work day as often as she can to make sure Rogue is stocked up on sanitary items, and whatever else she needs. Rogue is always extremely greatful for it. And while part of her sees Miss Pauling as sort of a mother figure...another part sort of has a crush on her. Yeah, Miss Pauling was pretty much Rogue's bisexual awakening. But she hasn't said anything about it, one because it would just be awkward and two because she knows Scout also likes her, and she doesn't wanna stand in his way (but little does either of them know, Miss Pauling is a lesbian 👀)

Miss Pauling: "Rogue, honey, you don't even know what a pad is? Or a tampon??? What- what do you do when you get your period?"

Rogue: "What, you mean that weird time of the month that I start bleeding? I just... live with it I guess? Maybe put toilet paper in my panties if it gets too messy-"

Miss Pauling: "Rogue. Come with me, I'll get you stocked up on the things you need. And we'll get you some new panties too."

Rogue: "But don't you have things to do?"

Miss Pauling: "This is more important. You shouldn't have to suffer every month just because no one ever properly taught you about periods. I'll help you out."

Saxton Hale:

Rogue thought he was obnoxious upon first meeting him. Called him a "corporate clown" to the other mercs. But, she had to earn his approval in order to join the team, so Miss Pauling insisted that she be on her best behavior around him. But, even when on her best behavior her spunkiness still shined through, and Saxton noticed it real quick. However, that spunkiness only raised his interest. He commented on how he, "Hadn't met such a scrappy sheila in a long time." Truth be told, she reminded him a lot of Maggie, but he wasn't about to mention it. During their one on one meeting, he demanded that she punch him in the face to test her strength. After a short hesitation, she did so. Saxton was impressed that she actually hit him hard enough to dislocate his jaw and bust his lip, and gave her the job on the spot with the promise that she keep up that energy (and learn to use some weapons, of course). Miss Pauling and the mercs were shocked to see the two of them come back with Saxton's arm slung around Rogue's shoulders and his face dripping with blood, and the two of them laughing with each other. She took back what she said about him being a corporate clown. Although, the only thing she still doesn't like about him is how he treats Miss Pauling, considering how close she is with her. She has a mind to call him out on it, but Miss Pauling begs her not to.

Saxton: "Let's see just how strong a little gal like you can really be. Go on, hit me RIGHT here! Hard as ya can!"

Rogue: "Uh...Mr. Hale, I really don't-"

Saxton: "Oh don't wuss out on me girly, you want this job or not?!"

Crack.

Rogue: "Oh my god- Mr. Hale! I am so-"

Saxton: "Now that's what I'm talking about! You pack a hard punch for such a cute little thing!"

Rogue: "You're bleeding..."

Saxton: "Consider yourself hired!"

Administrator:

Doesn't trust her. Not one bit. She only respects her because she has to, and even then her "respect" is so shallow that anyone could see right through it. She hates the way she berates, overworks, and oftentimes gaslights Miss Pauling, and the fact that even all the other mercs seem to be intimidated by her concerns her greatly. She knows something's going on with her behind the scenes, and she's determined to figure out what. In the few times she actually saw her in person, Rogue definitely smarted off to her more than once, despite Miss Pauling practically begging her to watch it. The Administrator, however, almost finds it adorable. Almost. She kind of views Rogue as a bratty child. A bratty child with skill and talent that is essential for her team. And for that, she lets the sassiness slide...for now. Luckily these two don't butt heads often though, considering the Administrator is rarely seen.

Administrator, over the loud loudspeaker: "Well done, let's see some more."

Rogue, mumbling: "Bite me..."

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years ago

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Don’t Let Go ~ Alfie Solomons

I’m in love with one man and one man alone. Mum and dad love Alfie too, but they still can’t take him away from me ;;;

How did she end up like this, she wondered? They were family...Even though her last name was not legally “Shelby”, she was still a part of the family since she was born. The parents were best friends, and when her parents died, Polly took her in. And then, they grew up together - Same home, same beds, same food, same clothes...Same everything.

And then, war came, and while true, she was younger than even John - Not by much, only about 3 years - But that didn’t seem to bother either of the Shelby siblings, and she was especially close with Arthur and Ada, mostly because they were the ones with the warmest hearts, and could understand her gentle one as well..

However, Tommy was the smartest of the family, and Polly taught her enough about Gypsy street-smarts, so the three of them together somehow became the true heads of the family, the true backbone that kept everyone straight and together.

When war came, she was barely 16, and yet, she joined them, dressing as a man and pretending to be a volunteer physician, healing and running around the battlefield, only to end up helping them dig up tunnels and plant explosions...

And taking a bullet for Tommy.

And nearly dying.

But at least, by the time they returned home, 4 years later, she was called an honorary Shelby and Polly officially adopted her.

She wasn’t Y/N L/N anymore, she was Y/N Shelby, and she was damn proud of that.

She helped with fixing races, rode around with her gorgeous black mare, going to the Garrison with her brothers to make sure they don’t end up drunk, in a ditch, she helped the strategy against the Lee family, got beaten up by Sabini, beat him up right back, got in that whorehouse of a Russian noble family, let the Duchess touch her while in her underwear, got beaten up by the priest, had to blow up a train with good people and many more...

But nothing was bringing her down, because she was a Shelby, and she was strong - Mentally, Physically, Emotionally - And she wanted to make sure the family was together, or at least trying to hang on, somehow.

She was the perfect woman - Never drank, never smoked, never cursed, never did drugs, never did drugs, never dated anyone...

But when one day, Thomas took her on a meeting at Alfie’s place... Boy of boy, was that entertaining.

She always appreciated Thomas’s ambition, cunning and intelligence...But Alfie? Alfie was something else. Something much above him, no much smarter, so much better at scheming...And at everything, really. And she was attracted by him like moths to the light.

Back and forth talks, interesting insights on life, learning words in foreign languages that she didn’t know, but he did, and likewise, teaching her foreign stuff, talking to him about books and many other things...

And it was weird, but it almost seemed like she didn’t want to leave that place any time soon, but Thomas needed her for business, so what could she do, really?

And she agreed...And agreed...And agreed...

Until one day, when all things went completely upside down and...Sure, she did her job, and she was supposed to return to Alfie’s to have a chat with him and Tommy... And she did...

As soon as she stepped inside the “Bakery”, she saw Ollie, whose eyes widened in shock seeing her in that state.

“Miss Shelby, what happened?! Let me call the physician-...I’ll go inform Alfie-...” Ollie stumbled over his words, only to have her grab his sleeve and pull him back. “Don’t tell them I’m here. With the way I look, better make it a surprise. Tommy’s here, right?” she asked, slamming the doors open, walking inside, the clicks of her small heeled boots resounding all over the place. “B-But Miss Shelby, we have to treat you - “ Y/N simply shot him a glare, before continuing in a straight line. “Ain’t a Shelby anymore.” she muttered, and soon, she reached the middle of the wide business room, as Alfie was sitting at his desk and Tommy was pacing. “Y/N...Finally, you’ve arrived. What happened to you?!” Thomas asked, rushing to her side, only for her to push him away. “You lied to me, Thomas. You lied to me. You promised I wouldn’t get hurt. That you were gonna make sure they wouldn’t touch me. That I was gonna come back perfectly unharmed, not even a strand of hair touched. Only business talks. How do you think that went?” the girl looked down, her hands deep in her bloodied, yet incredibly fancy and silhouette-fitting high-waisted pants. “What exactly happened with the Sabini meeting, Y/N? And why are you covered in blood?!” he asked, frowning. “It’s fine, not ALL of it is MY blood, thanks for worrying, THOMAS!” but as she rasped out his name, she started coughing up some blood, and as her side started burning in pain, she lifted her already disheveled shirt, applying pressure with her hand where she got shot to keep herself from bleeding out. “Well...This one is.” she used her sleeve to wipe her face, completely non-chalant. “Y/N...Tell me what happened...Please...” Thomas’s voice went lower, almost as a soothing whisper, but it was quickly obliterated by Y/N’s exaggerated, yet pained laugh. “I got beaten up, raped and shot by Sabini and his men. That’s what happened, Thomas. No business talk, just abuse. You promised nothing will happen to me...But, oh, damn, remember that you told Lizzie the same too, and she, that fucker raped her at the Derby too, when you were too busy fucking around with two other women? Oh, wait...Is it because I’m a woman? Because, the way I see it, all women that you have in your life get abused somehow...By you. Grace died because of you. Ada left the city because of you. May got hurt because of you. Esme hates you...There’s also the Duchess, but she very much outsmarted you, so she’s safe and...Still a noble woman. And don’t even get me started on Polly...Poor woman...Having to endure living in the same world as you. For the amount of time you spend fucking women, one would think you’d be more considerate of them.” her beautiful eyes were sharp and hateful, throwing daggers at the man in front of her as she continued to pace around, her tongue speaking the poison that very much tainted her heart over the past many years of her life. “...Y/N. I know you’re in pain, and that I’ve hurt you. I know. You are right, I agree. I’m aware. But it wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t have known, and-” as he continued, the girl calmly approached him, and as soon as she was right in front of him, she back-slapped him, thanking her classy mind for wearing lots of rings that day. As she laughed at the way the wounds showed up on one side of his face, she followed by slapping him on the other side, much harder than before. “Shut the fuck up, Thomas Shelby. Don’t speak to me. Don’t get close to me. I am not a Shelby anymore, so you can fuck off...Do you see who you’re doing business with, Alfie? A guy who can’t even protect his family! He got all of us arrested and almost hanged, made Ada go away, made Polly go insane, had Arthur beaten up, me as well, and guess what, Michael got shot and JOHN GOT KILLED! BECAUSE OF YOU, THOMAS! Grace died because of YOU! And your child got kidnapped and almost died BECAUSE! OF! YOU!” with each sentence, she punched him, hit him, kicked him, smashed him head with her knee, then on the wall, then ended by stomping her boot on his stomach...And walked away, as calmly as if never happened. “And...This is not my blood.” “Well, lass, gotta say, yeah, you ain’t as much of an angel as I thought, eh. Or, maybe now more than ever, you’re the angel I thought you were.” Alfie watched from behind the desk, completely relaxed, analysing the show in front of him, and yet, his brain was running a thousand miles per second, thinking of millions of things. “D’you have a free spot here, Alfie? No guns and death and all that. Maybe...Someone to patch up your boys. I don’t know. Hell, I’ll even accept being your secretary or...Flower girl. Cook. Tea girl. I can walk Cyril...I don’t know, anything you want, just get me the hell out of this Shelby hell.” she turned around to look at him, using her other sleeve to clean her face, using the water from her tears. “Heard that, Thomas Shelby? Your sister’s deserted you, and for a good reason, eh. You can leave now, there’s other times to do business, right.” Alfie spoke, getting up and stepping towards her. “This isn’t over, Y/N. We’ll talk again. You’re a valuable part of the family, and you’re coming back, sooner than later.” Thomas went get get out of the building, only for the girl to quickly take out the gun from her jacket and cock it, pointing it at the man. “Fuck off and go to hell, Thomas.” she pulled the trigger... “Stop it, lass, don’t do it! You’re gonna regret it!” Alfie sprung out, holding one of his arms around her body, while his other hand went to her gun, making her shoot a wall instead of a living being, letting the man get out of there, still alive, somehow. “Damn it, Alfie! Why’d you do that! It’s 2 for 0, damn it! I’m fed up with taking bullets to save that guy, while all he does is sit comfortably behind his desk, damn it! I’m not a fucking rag doll that can be tossed in the trash!” she cried, trying to struggle out of his grasp, but the wounds were hurting her too much, so her strength gave out faster and she stood limp in his arms, trembling softly. “S’okay now, lass, yeah. I’ll bring ya to Cyril and we can...Uh...Drink that tea you like, right. Forget that guy, let’s get ya treated, right. Get that bullet out of ya. And sure, y’can be my physician, I know you were a great one in war, yeah.” the Jew gently took out the gun from her hand, throwing it to the ground for Ollie to take later, an he picked her up with much, bringing her to the medic’s room. “I need vodka, cigarettes, and if I’m brave enough some Tokyo...Snow...Whatever you call it.” she groaned as soon as she was place on the bed, as the gangster frowned in confusion at her. “I thought you didn’t do vices.” he sat on the opposite bed, watching her intently. “Woaw, I lied to you and everyone else in the world. I do drink and I do smoke and I did date before...Just...Not when people were seeing me. People think you’re an angel, they will hopefully leave you the hell alone. Difficult being a woman these days, as you can see. Everybody’s treating you like a piece of garbage. And bring me that vodka, I need to have the room spinning before I take out the bullet...And vodka’s the best disinfectant. The hospital stuff is washed up and diluted a lot of times.” she gave him a sarcastic half-smile, taking the cigarette he just lit up and puffed on it. “Only whiskey and rum, if you want, yeah. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not around here, lass. Just do what you want, nobody’s gonna say a thing, right, and if they do, you know how to use a gun, so shoot their brains, eh, show them all who’s in charge.” he got up, bringing her what she requested, watching attentively as she let her head back, poofing smoke into the air. “Thanks, Alfie. Come back in an hour. I don’t need witnesses of my misery. You know better than everyone, Captain Solomons, that taking out a bullet gets messy.” she pointed the cigarette at him, smirking miserably at him, knowing very well that she wasn’t mentally ready for the procedure. “Well, lass, if you’re very sure, you don’t need help, right, then I’ll be waiting outside.” the Jew patted her head, leaving the room, letting behind only a graveyard silence, that for some reason, creeped the girl out big time. “...Let’s fuck shit up, then...” she muttered to herself, letting the ashes of the cigarette fall pitifully on the bed, as she took a deep breath and violently slammed her hand over the medical tools.

She’s always been a very careful and precise person, and whenever she did this on someone else, she would have people keep the victim down, so she could rummage through their bodies with relative ease, especially after they got shit faced drunk...And maybe with some anaesthesis... But this is the worst. Just like back then, during the war...

Letting a few tears of anticipation fall down her face, she cut a bit deeper into her body, to allow her fingers, previously washed with alcohol, she whimpered and squealed as she searched around for the bullet - It was no easy feat for, but it had to be done, no matter the searing pain -.

It felt like time stopped completely before the extraction of the stupid lead thing, she held it in her hand, watching its taunting gleam glaring back into her eyes, then watched with horror that stupid bottle of whiskey, and with her last strength, she snatched it and putting her pillow over her face to keep the shrieking from leaving the room, and gritting her teeth, she let the alcohol pour out from the bottle, wailing loudly, and yet, hoping nobody would hear her.

She was still sobbing in the pillow, the fire-like pain, electrifying the surging, diffuse pain throughout her whole torso, and she laid there, throwing away that pillow as soon as the door was opened again, and adjusting her head, she noticed Solomons walking in the room, a basket dangling from his arms.

“What’cha got there?” she asked in a weak, whisper-like voice, still trying to recover. “Goodies. Freshly baked cookies. At least something that smells nice in this pigstry, eh.” Alfie’s joking way of speaking seemed to take away her mind, but she smiled apologetically, lifting her hands briefly. “Sorry, too much blood on my hands. Literally and metaphorically speaking.” she explained, only to have Alfie take out one of the cookies and feeding her. “...This...Is the best thing I’ve eaten in my life. Did you make them? Because if you did, you’re like...A Cookie God. Have more?” she asked, managing, with a lot of difficulty, pain and his help, to get in a sitting position. “Well, I’ve never been called a God, right, but it ain’t that bad, yeah. Here you go, one more. I’ll ask a maid to draw a bath for you, yeah, I doubt you wanna stay all bloody the whole day, eh.” he helped her eat another cookie, and weirdly enough, despite all the blood on her face, her small smile was oddly charming. “...Y’know...If you ever want to retire from this gangster bullshit...You could settle down and...Just bake for a living...No, rather, a hobby. I’m sure you have enough money for a life time, so might as well just rest and take it easy. Move away from here...Maybe another country...Or another city, at least...And just...Y’know...Be happy. You could do that...And be rid of stupid Italians and Americans and all these jerks.” Y/N spoke, more or less not directly to him, but in a way, she was projecting her own hopes and dreams. “Margate.” Alfie muttered, sitting down in front of her. “Margate?” she furrowed her brows in confusion, leaning forward a bit. “Aye. By the seaside. The sand is really soft, they say, and the waves are nice, yeah. Very calm town.” he continued, which made her gasp softly in realisation. “You...You DID think about retirement! It means you’re really kinda fed up with this...This mess. I like where this is going.” she smiled softly at him, nodding in agreement. “I think you’re making the right choice, if it makes for anything.” “Y’know, lass, you’re not wrong. We do need a vacation, yeah, and a very long one at that, right. Now, how ‘bout we talk about what you need, right, for this medical thing. You’re a sensible woman, yeah, so, I trust you more with the details and organising.” he pointed, and thus, they started chatting idly about the medical issues, and even more, about life in general - Books, the pictures, concerts, travelling and things...Leisure things, just simple things that she never had the privilege to talk about, and she had no idea she wanted, nor needed.

Many weeks passed and things were unusually calm for her, and for the first time in her life, she felt...Happy. She enjoyed being around Alfie, working with him without being involved in all the killing, and she absolutely loved baking things together, and he was so charismatic and charming, always giving witty remarks that amused her and made her laugh...

It was the perfect life she always dreamt of having, and he even asked if she wanted to go to a jazz pub with him, and...She got to dress up, and do her make up and do her hair, wear pretty, expensive jewellery, and a damn fine dress to show off her gorgeous silhouette, and high heels to match...And she walked next to him, her arm hooked to his, as they enjoyed the beautiful jazz music and each other’s presence.

It was a blissful dream, and she swore that if anyone dared wake her up, she was gonna kill them, and it won’t be quick, nor painless.

“Y’know, Alfie...You’re the best man I’ve ever met in my life. And that says a lot, considering how many men I had the misfortune of meeting...Including my family.” she raised her champagne glass slightly to clink with his. “Maybe you haven’t met the right men, dear, yeah, y’know, and men in Birmingham are fucking shit anyway. Camden’s better, yeah.” the man chuckled mirthfully, leaning back on his chair. “You...Mentioned Margate once. How are things going on with that?” Y/N asked, smiling at him softly. “Well, lass, y’know, yeah, things are...Things are fine. But, uh...You see...The doctor said I’m sick. They aren’t really sure yet what’s wrong with me, alright, but they said the results should be given pretty soon, yeah.” he admitted after a few seconds of consideration, which made the girl gasp in shock, moving her chair to look at him better taking his hands in hers and leaning forward. “What did they say about it? Did they take blood sampled? Wanna do blood work? Or...Biochemistry tests? Or something more complex?” Y/N bit her lip, looking concerned like never before. “Don’t worry, lass, even if I die, yeah, I’ll still make sure you get paid for your hard work, alright?” the man tried to brush it off, but the indignant look on her face made him chuckle. “I’m gonna kill you if you imply something like that again. I don’t need your money, I just want you to be healthy and alright, got it? Now come on, tell me, what do they suspect. Also, where is your doctor’s clinic, and when will your results arrive.” she pressed on, waiting for an answer. “Come on, don’t be so serious, yeah, enjoy the show, it’s not every night we get to have fun, right?” Alfie, again, tried to play it off as nothing important, but the look on her face made him sigh and nod, giving in. “They think’s cancer, right. I got a tumour, they’re checking if it’s...Uh...Cancer or not. right. Doctor’s around here in Camden, results come out sometime in a week or two, that enough?” he rolled his eyes, and yet, he was grateful for her worrying. “...I guess. If I knew, I would have done the lab work myself, but, you know...If anything, I can do the procedure myself... Or maybe I should hold your hand and make sure you’re not scared. They have to do general anaesthesia, cut you open and all that...It won’t be fun.” she looked down a bit, before smiling encouragingly at him. “Y/N. I’m a big boy now, right, I’ll be fine, no need to worry about me, yeah, you just...You be okay, and relax, and-...And before long, we’ll go to Margate together.” he continued, trying to calm her down, without realising at first of the commitment, until he noticed the excited gleam in her eyes. “Alfie...? Are you...Are you sure...? Margate is the place you want to go to...Why would you...Me...?” she muttered, almost unsure of how to react. “Let’s go home, eh. I want to make you some nice tea, yeah, and some cookies. I have to tell ya something, and I’d rather it not be out.”

Alfie squeezed her hands, helping her get up, and the walk home was filled with anticipation and a comfortable silence that wanted to rip out the answers out of his throat.

He let her dress in more comfortable clothes, and so he did, then went down to prepare some nice and warm tea, with the biscuits he baked that day, and went to her room.

“Do you like me, Alfie?” she asked in a shushed voice, not daring to raise her head to look at him. “What’s not to like, lass? You’re smart and witty, and for some reason, you find me funny, and look at ya, you’re gorgeous, right. So if I say, yeah, I want you to come to Margate with me, I mean it. You just have to agree, aye. Get away from this and rest. God knows we need this.” he had a sweet smile on his face - A smile that quickly faltered when he saw stray tears falling down her face, and he started worrying. “Why...In the world...Would someone as amazing as you...Like me? Alfie, you’re...You’re amazing, and me, I’m...I’m the worst. I can’t let go of the past, and I’ve got like...This...This devil inside me...This Shelby devil that keeps whispering in my ear, saying that I’ll never be happy, and that I’ll...I’ll kill again, and I’ll be dragged back to that slum and...And all that happiness will just shatter and...And I don’t deserve you.” she looked down, hoping her long her would hide her face, but next thing she knows, she got brought into a tight embrace, and he stroked her hair, his chin on top of her head, waiting for her to calm down, and yet, he could feel her trembling softly. “Don’t say things like that, yeah, that’s not true. You’re with me, not with them anymore, right, so, then, you’re going back. I won’t let them take you back, if you don’t want to, aye. No need to cry, right, I’ll protect you from anyone who dares try to take you away, eh, even if it’s Tommy Shelby himself, so no need to cry, yeah, Y/N?” he spoke, only to feel her cling even tighter to the back of his shirt. “I...I’ve...I’ve never felt like this before, Alfie. You make me feel so warm...And safe...And happy...I’ve been hold before, but all I felt was repulsion and fright...I was panicked and I wanted to run away...But this...This never happened. And I think I love you, Alfie. Don’t let go of me, please.” her voice was barely audible, but Alfie could feel the raw emotions, so he laid down with her on the bed, holding her dearly. “It will be fine, Y/N, okay. None of these worries will come to you again when in Margate. You and I will be happy, away from here, yeah, so, know that I love you, and let’s wait just a bit more, so we can get rid of this Changretta mess, and we’re leaving, eh.”

And it was true - From that night on, they slept in the same room, holding each other dearly, reassured that the next day, things will still be as good as the previous night. One morning, however, Alfie woke up without her in his arms, and he panicked, thinking the worst - Poor Ollie thought he was going to get killed - But it was all fine, as she returned with the biggest grin on her face, jumping in Alfie’s arms, not allowing him the chance to say a word, only shocking him. And she held his hands and dragged him to his room, getting him to sit on the bed, and at first, she wanted to make tea, but then she shook her head and brought a bottle of the best whiskey, poured it in the glasses and had him drink.

“Damn it, lassie, don’t fucking scare me like that, yeah, like, at least tell me in advance if you’re gonna leave, okay, I thought those fuckers got ya for good. What the hell was the urgency?” he asked, drinking the glass in one go before looking at her. “I...Well...Haha, sorry ‘bout that, I’m just...I’m sure super happy. So, as you know, today the doctors had to mail you the test results, so, you know, I seem to have been a bit too eager to find out, so I since there were no trains, I walked all the way to your doctor, told him this and that, then got the first train back, and here I am. Oh, and, obviously, I’m super happy ‘cause like, I couldn’t keep myself - Sorry ‘bout that, by the way - So I ripped the envelope and looked at the results. And, uh, yeah, so, I’m happy ‘cause - Look ! - No cancer! You’re completely, 100% cancer free! And, like, the tumor completely benign, no invasiveness, no metastasis, so this is completely curable by surgical removal, and it won’t affect your life span, nor will it, in any way, alter your health. Et, voila, here we are! Go on, drink, cheer, be happy, I know I am!” she laughed gleefully, watching the shocked spark in Alfie’s eyes as he took out his glasses to read over the annoyingly complicated medical stuff, but he was a smart guy, and he understood everything there is to it. “You’re the best, shiksa. You say things are gonna turn out bad, but here, look, they aren’t, and hey won’t right, ‘cause clearly, there’s something up there, alright, that’s looking out for us, and it ain’t only me making sure you’re fine. I’m happy, Y/N, and in less than a month, aye, we’re fucking away from here. Just the two of us...And Ollie as a butler, if ya want. And we can get as many dogs as you want. We can do whatever we want, really.” he hugged her tightly, cupping her face and kissing her tenderly.

It all went sweet and soft at first, and it got hotter and hotter, with much more passion than before, and one thing led to another, and their first night of overflowing love gave hope for a better future, one that will ensure their happiness and that won’t involve them in this stupid gangster war anymore.

Just him, her and Cyril, maybe Ollie too, at the side...What better life to have than this?

But just one week before they had to leave, as they were still preparing for their grand exit, Y/N was walking towards the clinic room to check on the few patients she had left, only to notice the glint of guns, and she did a turn around, looking for Alfie, and yet, Ollie stopped her in her tracks as soon as she saw her, rushing to hide her from the people who were, apparently, having a meeting with Alfie.

“Ollie, it’s an emergency. Life or death, I promise. I NEED to speak to him. Who is he having a meeting with?” she asked, holding her clipboard close to her chest, looking left and right carefully. “With the Sabinis. Now, come on, Y/N, whatever it is, can wait. I’m sure you can wait a bit with Cyril. Please.” Ollie pleaded with her, but she only started writing rapidly on her clipboard, letting the first two pages filled with obvious, typewriter-written pages about standard medical procedures. “I’m sorry, Ollie, but this is bigger than even Sabini. Come with me and NEVER leave Alfie alone with those sharks, got it?�� she gave him a sharp look before rushing to the usual place Alfie had business meetings, and as she completely ignored the villains, she slammed the clipboard on his desk, giving him a look. “Very important medical business thing, I need your signature after you read through these.” as he was so much taller than her, she only needed to bend a bit to talk into his ear, carefully flipping the first two pages, only to reveal big, messy writing.

ENEMIES WITH GUNS IN THE MEDICAL WARD POINTED TO THE BOYS DON’T TRUST THEM

Alfie gave her a look, knowing shit went bad, he nodded slightly, getting a pen and, as his signature, he wrote “TELL OLLIE”, and ushered her to leave. And so she did, and Ollie went to alert the other guys so they could ambush the enemies in the medical ward, all while cursing herself and preparing guns, hidden in her long trench coat, then returned to stay by Alfie’s side, her hands placed on his shoulders reassuringly.

“Mr. Solomons, I see the little song bird likes flying around to every powerful gangster family. Wonder if she’ll go to the Changrettas when she’s done with you.” the Sabini leader smirked at her, and Alfie could feel her nails digging into his flesh, and not even the good way this time. “Listen, listen, Mr. Sabini,eh. You come here, begging me for fucking favours, right, and then, you dare fucking speak ill of my partner, yeah? So, where is the fucking time where you, like, do something to make me want to do that fucking favour of yours, if the only fucking thing you make me want to do is to fucking grant you the favour of putting you out of this miserable fucking life, right?” there was no clearer indicator that Alfie was angry than when he cursed like his beard was on fire, and true, YN found it very weird, considering how sweet and gentle he’s always been with her, but she could feel the protective aura he gave off, and she never felt safer than now. “Aye, aye, Alfie, don’t overreact, please, it was just a merely innocent joke! Lighten up, let’s discuss business. We teamed up with Luca Changretta, we can give you money and exposure. We can sell your rum and weapons all over Europe, especially France and Italy, and that means, in the long run, a ton of money. I’m sure you’ll agree with me, won’t you?” Sabini spoke, and from the corner of her eye, she could see one of the men taking out a gun from the back of his pants. “Mr. Sabini, I will have to ask you, as Mr. Solomons’s secretary, not to take out any weapons, otherwise our men will shoot all of you, with no discrimination.” Y/N threatened in a low voice, taking her hands from Alfie’s shoulders, and crossed her arms to her chest, ready to draw her weapons at any second. “It’s alright, Y/N, right, I don’t think Mr. Sabini is fucking stupid enough to dare a shoot out in my own fucking warehouse, eh.” Alfie warned the Italian gangster, snapping his fingers for Ollie to come by. “Vaffanculo...Che stronza! No, fine, fine, we’re all calm, all good, right? We can have a business deal and leave this place happy, both parts, right?” Sabini spoke, using his hands to gesture everyone to calm down. “Stick that deal up your ass.” Alfie cursed Sabini in perfect Italian, making Sabini straighten up, almost as if he got sobered by a hammer to his head, and without a second to wait, some of the lackeys drew their guns.

But they were too late, for Y/N already had both guns out and killed most of them, starting with Sabini himself, and Ollie’s boys helped up just enough to have the Red Sea at their feet.

Once all the enemies were laying dead on the cold, wet ground, Y/N sighed, throwing the guns to the ground, sighing and staring at the carnage with the eyes of a dead fish.

Alfie nodded to himself, pissed off at the mess that just had to happen, a week before they were going to sail to a better place, without either of them having to bloody their hands anymore, just like now.

“Well, Ollie’s got them all, so we’re good now. The sooner we finish the preparations, the better. Let’s hope Changretta the Bitch gets blown up...I should go check on Cyril, I’m sure he got scared by the gunshots.” Y/N sighed, patting him on the shoulder before turning on her heels to leave, and yet, Alfie motioned to Ollie to clear the mess, and then followed her back to their room, watching her cuddle with the beautiful dog. “Are you alright, Y/N?” Alfie asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching to stroke her hair, only for Cyril to reach to get his head pet instead. “Aw, Cyril...You’re the cutest baby ever. And...I will be, Alfie. I will be. Soon...Once we leave, I will be. Until then, I’m happy spending my time with you and Cyril. It relaxes me...And it makes me happy. WE are happy.” she reached out her hand, holding his, intertwining their fingers together and leading him to lay on his side, with the dog between them, like they were a family. “Well, darling, it’s just a few days longer, and we’re out of here, right. And we’ll be a family, like you want, and by the shore, there’re no more gunshots, right, so, we can learn how to swim, and we can mess with this slobbery bastard, and I can teach you how to bake other things. I heard the waves and the salty air help you sleep better. Ain’t that just fucking perfect, eh?” Alfie gave her a sweet smile, and laid there, with her, relaxing. “Sounds amazing, Alfie. I can’t wait for Margate, then. Just you, and me, and Cyril...And maybe Ollie too, y’know, that guy makes the best tea, ain’t gonna lie.” she giggled, squeezing his hand lovingly. “Aye, it’s gonna be great. And, we can travel wherever you want, whenever you want. Any country, any city, any date. You pick, we go. Sounds good?” Alfie asked, smiling tenderly at her excitement, happy that she wasn’t stuck on the previous blood bath. “Yeah, it sounds perfect. As long as we’re together, everything is better.”

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