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(@ratkingszarr to Jackal) He motioned to the servants he had at his side. An elven man with pale hair and an elven woman with blond hair. "Both are willing to entertain any guest of mine if you so choose."
Eyes trail immediately to the woman, lingering for just a moment before her green eyes snap back at the other. The merc crossed her arms, her head tilted slightly as she took in the man in front of her. Air of confidence, clearly rich, and hasn't ever been told no in his life. Or if he was--- "No thanks. Do you have a job for me or not." The fighter knew that he was strong, the way the servants talked about him was enough to let her know not to mess with him. "I don't want to waste my time or yours."
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Gruff Injured Whumpee Refusing Help
Warnings: ungrateful/harsh whumpee, blood and severe injury, reluctant caretaking/forced caretaking
This is another small clip from my in-progress fantasy trilogy starring the gruff, independent and deadly Shadow with her white wings and snarky attitude (the questionably morally-gray hero). This particular scene takes place very early on in her rocky alliance with Thomas the human, where she doesn't trust him at all and is only in the alliance for her own gain. She's still mostly feral and unpredictable at this time, with a lot more bite than bark. But she is badly injured in an accident, and who else happens to show up but Thomas, the last person she wants to see when she's weak and vulnerable. She hates humans, given her tragic past involving them hunting her race to near-extinction, and she automatically distrusts Thomas because of her experience with humans in the past. And now here she is, unable to defend herself if Thomas chooses to attack her...
Thomas had barely rounded the corner of the street that led to Shadow's favorite hiding place in the abandoned building where he first met her, when a strange movement caught his attention.
"What on earth--?" Horrified, he saw Shadow's winged form clawing her way up the outside of the building to the second level, leaving a fresh trail of blood behind her that was illuminated by the streetlights nearby.
Thomas immediately rushed into the abandoned building without a second thought, his feet flying up the stairs to the second story before he even realized what he was doing.
Please be all right... he thought in a panic. Just as he threw open the nearly-unusable broken wood door, Shadow dragged herself through the open window and flopped onto the floor.
"Hhhhnnnn..." She groaned as she brought herself to a sitting position.
"Shadow!" Thomas raced to her side. She was haggard and gasping, but conscious. Blood matted in the white feathers of her wings, dyeing them an eerie red. She startled as he dropped to the floor next to her, instantly snapping to alertness. She looked up at him and her face went slack with recognition and shock.
"What on earth are you doing here, kid?"
"Is that really the most important thing to talk about right now!?" Thomas squeaked.
Shadow spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor and glared at him, regaining some of her usual gruff composure, initial surprise dissolving into irritation.
"I'll be fine. Why were you lurking, urgh, around this place to begin with?"
"I was coming to give you some new information on Jackal when I saw you climbing up the outside of the building!" Thomas sputtered hastily. He moved closer, and unexpectedly, Shadow flinched away, one enormous wing wrapping around herself protectively. Without even thinking, Thomas reached out to gingerly touch her and inspect the damage, but she batted his hand away. Then she hissed and clutched at her arm, which was bloody and mangled.
"Don’t touch me. I don't need your help, human!" she snarled. But behind the many layers of anger in her eyes, Thomas could see panic and terror setting in. Fear that was driving her actions. And that fear, oddly, was directed towards him. The way she was watching and tracking his movements with her eyes was unmistakable…
She’s… she’s actually afraid of me, he realized with a jolt. I’ve never seen her scared of anything before… but why me?
He didn’t have time to entertain the thought for long.
"You look like you were attacked. Who did this? Where have you been?" he demanded.
Shadow grimaced, holding her wounded arm close. Her breathing was labored, and she gritted her teeth with the effort to talk. "It was stupid, really... I was traveling through an old alley when those Jackal soldiers came out of nowhere and ambushed me..." She trailed off.
"Should I go fetch some bandages for you? Maybe I should get Tanner to help…?" Thomas asked worriedly, considering his options.
Shadow's eyes narrowed hatefully at him. "What you should do is leave. Go away and forget you saw any of this.”
"And let you bleed out on the floor, all alone?" He scoffed in disbelief.
"The bleeding will stop eventually. No need to dirty your hands with it," Shadow grunted.
Thomas frowned, stubbornly reaching out again in another attempt to closer examine the worst of her injuries. Shadow immediately shifted out of reach and let out a low growl in warning, baring her fangs at him, muscles coiled like a snake about to strike, her wings flaring open. "What are you doing?" she snapped.
"Trying to help. You're hurting," Thomas replied simply, hoping that being straightforward would be the answer to getting through her defenses.
“Ugh! Take your pity and shove it right back in your mouth, human!” she spat viciously with a hiss. “I don’t need nor want it!”
He winced at the sharpness of her words, but underneath it, he could hear the excruciating pain in her voice. “Whoa! I was just trying to be nice!” he blurted defensively, raising his hands innocently.
“Did I ever ask you to!?” She glared at him suspiciously, her eyes full of heavily guarded distrust. "Why do you care, anyway?"
"I..." Thomas didn't know how to answer.
Shadow studied him for a long, silent moment, then tore her gaze away. "I can tend to my own wounds just fine. By myself. Go back to your lab and bury your head in some stupid computer or something. Just… leave me alone, human." She let out a weary sigh, her harsh tone falling off at the end, and he could sense the peak of her fury starting to level off into pure exhaustion.
Thomas closed his eyes, weighing the options, and when he opened them again, they were filled with renewed determination and resolve, his mind made up.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said calmly. Shadow's piercing blue eyes bore into him, fierce as ever at his defiance, but she was currently in no state to do anything about it, too badly injured to fight back. And they both knew it.
"I won't leave you like this. Let me at least bandage that arm," he added softly, trying to make himself appear as non-threatening as he could.
A few long, tense moments of charged silence passed between them, a dangerous staredown, until Shadow let out an explosive, frustrated sigh, quickly realizing there was no way out of the situation, and nodded sharply to an old box in the corner of the rugged room, reluctantly rolling back the sleeve of her shredded black leather jacket to expose her injured arm.
"Ugh, you obstinate, pesky human. So bothersome. Fine. That chest over there," she snapped viciously.
In the chest, Thomas found a pitcher of cold water and some old, clean linens and medical wrap. Frowning, he returned to Shadow. "It seems that you were prepared. Does this happen often?"
She made no sound, just furrowed her brow as he poured the water over her wounded arm to clear away the blood. Her guard was still visibly up, but at least she was accepting the offered help now. It was a good start.
"Often enough," Shadow finally replied grumpily. She watched, almost mildly curious, as Thomas gently cleaned the grit and embedded pebbles from her arm, taking great care not to jostle it.
"Where did you learn to do this?" She asked absent-mindedly.
"Some of it came from Tanner, but from my brother, mostly. Our dad was a war veteran, and had some basic on-field medical training that he showed to Lucas, who then taught me in turn. I didn't know what he was talking about half of the time, but I still picked up a few of the skills here and there..." Thomas trailed off as Shadow suddenly clenched her jaw as he removed a particularly large, sharp stone from the flesh.
"Rrrnnghh," she growled quietly.
"Yeah, sorry about that..." Thomas felt a twinge of sympathy for her. He was viscerally aware of Shadow's dark gaze warily following every last one of his moves as he worked, cleaning dirt and grit from the injury with the wet cloth, until it was completely free of it, before wrapping it up in some bandages. Her body sagged for a brief moment against the wall from the great relief it brought.
"I'm sorry. At least that part's done,” Thomas said apologetically, shifting his attention elsewhere. “Now for the rest of these.”
Shadow instantly straightened, tense once more, and fidgeted in annoyance as he moved on to examine the numerous smaller bloody gashes on her neck and upper chest, across her collarbone, which was just barely uncovered from her leather suit.
"Can you just sit still, for like, ten seconds?" Thomas huffed hotly. She kept twitching nervously every time he came anywhere near her, like she expected a full-on attack at any moment. He had never seen her look so on-edge before. And that was saying a lot, considering Shadow was naturally the most skittish person he’s ever come across.
He wet another clean piece of linen and gently dabbed at the blood on her shoulder. She inhaled sharply and flinched away from the contact.
"There's no need to worry yourself over the small little things like that... you've already tended my arm. I can handle the rest," Shadow grunted irritability. “You can go away now. I’m sure you have far better things to do with your time.”
"I'm already here. Just let me finish. And that doesn't worry me," Thomas said reassuringly. It was only then that he noticed the bloody smear on the wooden wall behind her. "But that does. Geez, you're wounded everywhere. Did you fall through a glass window or something?"
"It's entirely possible," she admitted grimly. “I crashed pretty hard when I was shot out of the air.”
Thomas gently eased her forward, frowning. A great wound had slashed open the flesh between her wings, larger than the rest, leaving skin and feathers sticky with warm blood.
"Ouch. That looks deep. And I thought your arm was bad." He laughed nervously at his attempted joke, but quickly silenced himself after catching her cold glare. "I need a closer look. Can you move your, um..."
Despite the agonizing pain she was in, Shadow rolled her eyes, but gingerly tucked one white wing out of the way so he could reach the bare skin of her back. The leather jacket had a large hole torn into it from where the injury had been made.
"It looks like it's mostly stopped bleeding at least, but it's a pretty messy wound," Thomas admitted. He felt ever so slightly nauseated at the sight of it, and he didn't usually feel queasy about much.
"I've survived worse," Shadow replied blandly. She blinked at him, looking stunned, like she couldn’t wrap her head around his gentle words and actions being directed at her.
Thomas worked in silence to clean the injury, dipping his cloth into the water over and over until it had turned a murky red and the quiet had grown unbearable. Discomfort and tension radiated from Shadow palpably.
Thomas couldn't resist some gentle teasing, trying to put her at ease. "It's like trying to bathe a cat that hates water. I feel like I might get torn to shreds at any moment," he chuckled.
"And yet you refuse to do the sensible thing and run," Shadow retorted sourly.
"Well, you haven't scratched me yet, so that's a plus."
"If there's one thing I've learned about you, Thomas, it's that you never know when to run from danger," she groaned in exasperation.
"I hardly think you're dangerous in this state." Thomas offered her a small smile, though his internal dialogue was far less confident-sounding. He had zero doubt that she could absolutely kill or maim him at any given moment, even injured as she was. He wondered if he should be watching more carefully just in case she did decide to turn on him. After all, he’d seen firsthand that she was the kind of person with both bark and bite.
But there was also a small part of him that oddly trusted she wouldn’t intentionally try to harm him, at least not right in this moment, even though he didn’t know why.
"I--Hssss." Shadow sucked in a breath and shuddered as he pressed the wet cloth against the side of her neck.
Thomas suddenly noticed some of the smaller scrapes and cuts on her neck had already begun to heal over, leaving but the tiniest of scars in their wake.
"Whoa..." He breathed in amazement.
"Is something wrong? What now?" Shadow asked, sensing his pause.
"You... you heal so fast!" Thomas's voice was full of wonder.
Shadow shrugged impassively. "Indeed, Falkry heal much quicker than you humans do. Most of my smaller injuries will be gone by morning."
"That's incredible! I've never seen anything like it!" Thomas gawked.
"Yeah, too bad it still hurts all the same though," Shadow groaned, lacking his enthusiasm.
Thomas glanced over at her face for a brief second. There was such great pain in her eyes, far more than he could ease. Though she hid them well, he could see the ghosts of older wounds circling there. The kind that weren’t visible on the surface. He looked down and continued to work but after a few moments, he could feel her staring at him.
"What is it?" He asked cautiously.
"You don't need to concentrate so hard. The rest are only little scratches."
"I'm focusing on trying not to hurt you," Thomas said pointedly, patience thinning.
Shadow scoffed. "Hilarious. Look at me. You really think a washcloth and some cold water could do any worse?" She laughed bitterly, then winced at the pain it cost her. Thomas had to bite his tongue hard to avoid making a snappy remark in return, knowing it would only make things worse.
I'd be pretty short-tempered too, if I were in her situation, he thought sadly to himself.
"Here. Almost finished." He pressed one last bandage against her side, where a long gash had engraved itself. She gritted her teeth and shivered beneath his touch, enduring it in silence.
"So... Do you want to tell me how Jackal managed to ambush you?" Thomas asked quietly, trying to distract from his own nervousness.
"No. I don’t.”
Thomas fixed her with a stern gaze.
With an exasperated eye roll, she scoffed and relented, to his great surprise.
"Very well. I usually like to stick close to dark alleyways for cover, but as I was traveling through my usual route to get back here to my hiding place, I came across a small squad of around ten to fifteen Jackal soldiers who appeared to be halfway through setting up a trap for me when I appeared. They were just as surprised to see me as I was them. They attacked and I obviously fought back, but unfortunately they had the advantage of both numbers and firepower. I held my own for the most part, but one of them managed to strike me down as I fled. Honestly, I didn't think I'd be able to make it all the way back here without them catching up to me and taking me back to their base for whatever messed-up experiments, but I guess they chose to stay behind and help their wounded. I did quite a number on their group. What I really want to know, though, is how they knew I would be passing through there in the first place. I don't like being predictable." Shadow shifted her weight into a more comfortable position, still propped up against the wall.
"I'll admit, they got me pretty good... but I'll survive." She coughed weakly.
Inexplicably, Thomas felt tears pricking at his eyes, the reality of the situation finally hitting him hard in the chest.
Shadow glanced up in confusion, hearing the sniffle he tried to hide. "Really? You're going to get all sappy now? I don't need your pity, you know," she rasped angrily. "This is simply what war looks like, kid. That's all there is to it."
"It's just... what they did to you... it's just so awfully... horrific. I don't know how someone can be so heartless." Thomas struggled to find the words, his eyes taking in her broken body, mangled and covered in many bloody injuries. Shadow's head tilted toward him with an unreadable expression, becoming curiously still.
"Interesting. You... are not like most others I've met..." When she spoke, her voice was softer, lacking its usual harshness. "I can never quite figure you out..."
Now it was Thomas's turn to be confused. "What do you mean by that?"
"I've only ever known humans to have a large capacity for evil and cruelty... so I always assumed that all of them were the same. But you always somehow manage to surprise me with the unexpected… I can’t seem to understand your motives…" She fixed him in a studious, calculating stare, as if trying to read something from the depths of his soul, and shifted infinitesimally closer. For a moment, her blue eyes seemed to have some life to them. Something less than the hatred they always boasted. Then she abandoned the effort and her expression flickered, and the cold mask fell back into place again. She shook her head and leaned back with a heavy sigh.
"Nevermind. None of that matters. You can leave now. I'll meet you back at your lab later and you can tell me your new information about Jackal then. I'll just rest here for a while while I finish healing."
"Are you sure you'll be alright on your own?" Thomas asked in concern.
"Yes! Of course I will be--er, just... go, please. I'd rather be alone right now." Shadow visibly reigned in her temper at the last moment, with visible effort. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment, and she was obviously fighting fiercely with everything she had to stay conscious, the adrenaline now having almost completely worn off, leaving her battered body utterly exhausted. She was clearly not comfortable letting her guard down even the slightest bit while he was around.
Thomas reluctantly retreated to the staircase, pausing only to glance back at her still form one last time before he left, before making the long trip back to his lab with a heavy heart, his mind swamped with terrible thoughts.
By the time he reached his destination, it was a little after midnight, and his legs were so tired he almost thought he wouldn't be able to make it to his bedroom. He flopped down into his bed without even bothering to change his clothes, and sleep quickly overtook him.
Tanner arched an eyebrow as Thomas stormed into the main room of the lab early the next day and shut a door with much more force than necessary.
"Something wrong?"
"I'm just... so... frustrated," Thomas growled through gritted teeth.
"Something to do with Shadow, I presume? She has a habit of doing that to people," Tanner joked.
"I found her last night, badly injured, and when I tried to help..."
"Let me guess. She pushed you away?" Tanner massaged his temples with his forefingers, appearing entirely unsurprised.
"It's not just that, though. She acted as though I was annoying her. It's like she doesn't want anyone to even sympathize with her." Thomas let his irritation bubble to the surface.
Tanner fixed him in a soft, knowing gaze. "I've often seen Shadow limping her way home or with mysterious scratches an odd morning or two. It was good of you to try, Thomas, but Shadow is, sadly, used to tending to her own wounds."
"I just don't understand why she has to be so closed off all the time! You said I should try to get along with her while we're working together on finding my brother and beating Jackal, but every time I think I've made some progress, she pulls away again. Everything I try only seems to push her further away," Thomas said angrily. Tanner just let out a long sigh.
"Shadow is definitely wary of trusting others, and that trust is extremely hard-earned in the rare event that it is given... but I believe the fact that she even allowed you to see her injured is proof that you have made progress. She really doesn't like feeling weak or vulnerable, especially around humans, given her dark history with them. Unable to defend herself, in simpler words. Survival instincts and all. By letting you help, though, she was allowing you to see that weakness openly. I’d say it’s a good start."
“Well, I didn’t really make it much of a choice for her…” Thomas muttered.
Tanner patted him on the back reassuringly and offered an encouraging smile. "Try not to take it too personally. She's been through a lot of pain and grief in life. It'll take time for her to come around, but I have faith it will happen eventually. You just have to be patient with her, even when it's the most difficult thing in the world to do."
Thomas let his shoulders sag. "Yeah, I suppose that makes sense... Speaking of which, have you seen her at all today?"
Tanner's face dropped, and he shared a concerned look with him. "Actually, no, I haven't."
Was leaving her by herself a mistake? Thomas thought quietly, feeling an uneasy nervousness creep into his mind. As if on cue, however, they both heard a loud clattering in a different room of the lab, followed by agitated cursing.
"Stupid thing..."
Thomas let out a relieved breath, knowing exactly who he would find. He followed the sound and his suspicions were confirmed when Shadow's unmistakable white wings came into view.
She was attempting to put some of her choice weapons back into her drawstring bag for storage, but was having a hard time due to her arm still being injured. The smaller cuts had largely disappeared, leaving only minor scars in their wake, but the more significant wounds still remained, albeit smaller than before.
Thomas scooped up a fallen dagger still in its sheath from the floor, offering it to her as he approached. Shadow noticed his presence and snatched the weapon from his extended hand with a scowl.
"Wow, this looks even worse in the light," he teased lightly. Her scowl deepened, but she didn't retort as he had expected, which he found deeply surprising. She just shoved the last of her gear into the bag and swung it over her shoulder, limping out of the room without saying a word. Tanner caught up to Thomas, gazing after her as she left.
"Yikes. I know you said it was pretty bad, but I think that might have been a bit of an understatement, no?" He said jokingly, in an obvious effort to lighten the mood. "I'm somewhat surprised to see that she didn't use her magic to finish healing faster."
Thomas cast him a sideways look. "What do you mean? She mentioned that Falkry heal faster than humans... is that what you are referring to?"
Tanner shook his head. "No. It is true that a Falkry naturally heals faster than a human, but they can also choose to use some of their own magic, if they have the strength for it, to heal even faster than that."
"Oh. I didn't know that..."
"Although, she likely sees healing himself as a waste of magic when it will happen anyway, considering her wounds are not life-threatening at the moment. That probably answers it," Tanner continued, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"That's not a good reason to just sit around and suffer!" Thomas said, gaping in disbelief.
"I know... but she's distanced herself from the world so much, that she no longer feels the way we do. So I think part of her simply wishes to hold onto any sensation she can. Even the bad ones like pain."
Wow... that sounds like a pretty miserable existence... Thomas thought sadly.
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Afterlife :Jason Todd x plus-size!fem!reader
credit for the graphic goes to @3-minnnn (amazing work, I love it, hope you don't mind me using it here)
This is part 2 of Retaliation i.e. what happened after.
@jasontoddsthickbabe - special dedication goes for you :)
Warning : a bit of smut, so MINORS DNI!
***
Regardless of what people say, death is not the end.
Jason Todd had experienced that well enough. After all, his end was rudely interrupted by some crazy people who couldn’t just leave him be.
Anyhow, every culture has their own belief of what is waiting on the other side.
Angels, demons, jackal-headed gods to judge your actions and your soul, virgin, feasts etc.
Heaven or Hell.
Eternal pain or eternal happiness.
So many people try to believe there is something bigger than them in this world, some higher instance.
But death is also not what they claim to be a new beginning, a new story.
In some cultures, afterlife is pretty much the reflection of the life on earth with all the familiar places and people. Maybe without so much pain and hurt, but still. Surprisingly similar.
But the place she found herself in was neither of those.
First of all, it was so dark, she could barely see her own hand in front of her face.
Secondly, it was empty and cold and impossible to judge how big this place was.
And last, but not least, it was cold to the point where she started believing it could not be hell, unless someone made a stupid bet, ending starting from "the hell my freeze, but..."
For what she knew, she could have been standing on the edge of some cliff and nothing more than a step would make her fall and crash on whatever was down there.
How the hell did she got here?
And where exactly was here?
Slowly, the memories started coming back.
The capturing, the torture, the fight ….
The fight. Oh no. Last thing she could remember was Jason's pale, terrified face and desperate grip on her body as she started drifting off in his arms.
Wait, was she dead?
Instinctively she reached towards her neck where, as she recalled, Marseille dragged his knife, almost expecting to find a scar, or even still bleeding injury. But there was nothing. Maybe a bit of roughness, barely palpable.
Poor Jason.
Her heart clenched when his name came onto her mind, picking up the pace, hands started trembling. Atop of previous layers of trauma he’s been through, now she added to it. Fuck, she died in his arms! He literally had her blood on his hands!
If she wasn’t already dead, she would probably hurt herself for bringing that on him. A single though that it was not her fault and she was the victim, not a perpetrator did not cross her mind for even a second.
Come on, Y/N, think. You are familiar with the bats. They have come back to life more times than any average person should be allowed to. How did they do that? Apart from the Lazarus Pit, of course. Think, think.
"Hello?" she called, not really expecting an answer and her voice echoed through the empty place.
"Hello, Y/N." the response got her by surpise and she jumped, startled. "Don't be afraid. You called and I came."
"Yeah, I.... um..... well" she stuttered. so many questions creeping in, all of them so cliche.
"It's ok." the newly arrived person assured, their face covered by the hood of the coat they were wearing "It's ok to ask."
"Am I .... dead?"
"It depends."
"What?" she scoffed "how can it depend? It's either yes or no. I mean I can't be half-dead, right?"
"Technically....."
"Oh, please" the girl rolled her eyes, now rather annoyed than scared "if you have to start a sentence from technically we are all doomed. I just... "
"Come with me. I'have to show you something. "
"And who are you exactly?"
"Think of me as your guide. You people have an inexplicable tendency to give name to everything and if that's the case with you, you can call me Shadow." they grabbed her hand and dragged her straight forward into something she so righteously believed to be the abyss.
***
"Where the hell did you take me?"
"Just be quiet and observe."
“Jason. You need to rest. You’ve been sitting by her bed for 48 hours straight.”
“Fuck off.”
“Be reasonable.”
“I said fuck off, Grayson.”
"Come on, bro. You won't help her in any way by beating yourself up." Dick put his hand on Jason's arm making the younger boy shudder and sigh deeply.
"I need to be with her, Dick. Just... a little more."
"Fine. But I will take over soon, is that all right? You know you should have some rest in a bed and maybe have a shower.
"I know."
Jason was the perfect example of misery and despair. Ever since what happened in that barracks he could not focus on anything else than her. He wasn’t eating, he wasn’t sleeping, spending all the time by his love’s bedside in a hospital room. Of course, Wayne money provided her with the best medical care that could have been bought, but he still did not trust any of those doctors. He was in his full alert mode, refusing to leave even for a second, observing each of the actions with cold, threatening gaze which made some of the doctors tremble. If it wasn’t for Dick, with his lighter attitude, most of them would probably run away.
It was a miracle, Y/N was still breathing and Jason was not taking any chances on that. If he had protected her better, she would be now laughing with him, holding hands and just spending time together in the best health. Instead, she was lying in the hospital bed, plugged to all those crazy medical equipment that were supposed to keep her alive. The cut on her neck was capably stitched, but the risk of it leaving scars was extremely high. She looked so small, fragile, pale and vulnerable.
And it was all his fault.
And he could not think of any way to recover from this, except for begging for her forgivness, if when she wakes up.
"Oh, Jay....." she whispered, few tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh, my love" she took a few step forward, in desperate attempt to touch him and hold him, but she was a ghost without any material form "I am so sorry...."
"I am so sorry, baby." Jason spoke at the same time, almost as if he could hear her. "Please come back to me...." he sobbed, grabbing her limp, cold hand carressing it gently "I need you."
"I'm right here, baby."
"You do realise he cannot hear you, right?"
"I don't give a single...."
"LANGUAGE!"
"fuck" she smirked and finished the sentence despite Shadow's warning "I don't give a single fuck."
"For someone who's on the verge of saying goodbye to mortal life you have quite the humor. How about you take a look at yourself, instead of focusing on your lover boy, huh? Go ahead" they motioned towards the bed. "Sneak a peek at your broken mortal body."
As much as she did not want to, it was like his verbal nudge made her leg move without her thinking. She came closer towards, well, herself and froze at the spot. It was like looking in the mirror, just a tad more creepy. Bruises on her face, stiches on her neck and barely moving chest made Y/N shiver. And all that blinding white, underlying any lack of color on her. Seriously, why all the medical establishments insisted on using this color.
"How does it feel looking at yourself like that? Freaked out already?" Shadow asked, but much to his suprise Y/N turned her back towards the bed, facing Jason instead, muttering something under her nose, still reaching for him. "Ekhem, I'm sorry what are you doing?"
"I couldn't care less about myself. I've been with all the bats for so long that no injury can really scare me. But he ....." she shook her head "I can feel his pain.... so much of it."
"It's normal" shadow shrugged "you two had a connection."
"connection?!" she yelled standing up abruptly "I love him!! And you...." suddenly she felt taller and stronger "you better tell me how to get back to him."
"I don't .... you don't ...."
"I am not joking right now!" her eyes were so full of fire it made her guide tremble a bit. "Talk or I swear I will tear this whole place down and burn it to the ground. And if you are not willing to cooperate, I will be more than happy to talk to your supervisor or whoever the fuck .... what is that?" sudden warmth spreading on her forehead took her by surprise and she turned around only to notice Jay, leaning over her body and kissing her gently.
"Just hold on there, baby. I know it's tempting to stay on the other side and leave this fuckign city behind, but I can't help being selfish. I am here and I'm waiting for you. Please, find your way back."
"NOW!' she yelled at the Shadow again. She would rather tear her heart out than watch any more minute of Jason like this.
"I...... Fine, there's one way, but you are not going to like it."
***
“I just need to cross the bridge? That’s all?”
“Huh, good luck with that. We call it “the aisle of memories” for a reason. You must be truly desperate to refer to this.”
“Maybe. Or I am just deeply in love. And so it happens the recipient of it is currently losing his mind over my unconscious body. Fuck, he is almost praying! Jason! almost praying. And fuck me if I am going to let him plunge into despair.”
“Good luck then. You’re gonna need it.”
“How hard can it possibly be?” she shrugged and took the first step.
***
Time in the afterlife passes differently than in corporeal world. What seemed like hours for Y/n, was days and weeks for Jason. Extremely long days and weeks when he was spending days in her hospital room, napping on the armchair, refusing to let go of her hand and nights at patrolling in his Red Hood attire, much more violent and unpredictable than ever before. Even Dick and Bruce could no nothing to stop him, but honestly, as long he was not killing people again and avoided increasing his body count they were fine with it. If they even think of trying to stop him he would turn into a rabid animal, probably tearing down the manor. It was better to let him use all that rage, despair and fury on the field.
However, no one missed, how every night for the past two weeks after a patrol, he could not sleep. Instead of laying in his own bed, he was walking around like a ghost, constantly spotting her favorite things at the manor. The books she loved reading most, her chipped cup, she forbid Alfred to throw away, her cherished blanket…. The same blanket they used to cover themselves with while cuddling during watching the movies. Fuck, he missed all those little things, they were doing together. He missed her hugs, the way she was snuggling into him, making him feel like someone important. Like someone worth love.
And he just had to fuck it up.
***
Shadow was right.
Passing the bridge turned out to be slightly more difficult then she thought it would.
Just as she took the first step the anthropomorphic personifications of her past mistakes and fears materialized and of course, they took the form of Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian.
“Hello, Y/N” fake Dick smiled at her, his smile being lick-alike of this of the real Grayson
“Where are you going?” Tim pouted
“Leaving us so soon, baby?” Jason added
“don’t you think you’ve done enough damage, Y/L/N? Damian eyed her warningly
“do you remember the time you could not fight those guys in the alley and Jay had to come to rescue, getting badly hurt in the process?”
“Shut up, Dick!” she hissed taking a step forward, even though the guilt made her leg lead-like.
“Is that a way to talk to your friend? Almost brother?”
“You are not my brother.”
“You’re right. I am your pride. The one you never show and yet everyone around you see. Aren’t you just the most conceited?”
“I am not conceited!”
“Sure, sure, you keep telling yourself that.”
“It’s not true….” She focused on walking forward, turning deaf ear to Dick’s words.
“Competitive. Always trying to prove your point. Getting your own way. Individualistic. That is just painful, sweetheart. You want to cause me pain? Just like that one time when you were supposed to navigate me during patrol? Just like you did Tim?” he spat and disappeared into thin air.
“Tim?” she made a mistake of hesitating and felt the bricks slip from her feet making her fall to the ground. So that is how this was working. Heavy legs and mind traps. “I never hurt any of you!” it took a lot of strength to stand up and yet she managed to resume her walking.
“Really?” Tim asked “Little Miss Smarty Pants? Little Miss Expert on Technology? You always though yourself better than me, didn’t you?”
“I admired your work, Tim.”
“And yet you destroyed it.”
“How….” she tripped again, this time cutting her leg that started bleeding heavily “fuck….” Tim just laughed at her.
“I am your greed….” He flashed a predatory smile “such big ambitions and definitely too high treshold for your little feet. Poor, sweet girl, never fulfilling your aspirations. Remember that one time you lose to me in a competition. How did that feel?”
“Please, stop….” She gasped, feeling sudden pain in the chest, bending her to the ground “It’s not true….”
“Hm” Tim vanished and the youngest Wayne came into the scene. She was almost crawling forward now, and it was ironic how this little fella was towering over her, mocking poor girl with his gaze “Aren’t you just pathetic?
“Let me guess….” She hissed “you are vengeance, aren’t you?”
“Not even close.” He smirked “ I am fear.”
“Fe… fear?”
“What else? I am to remind you of all those time you acted like a coward. Burying your head in the sand, to put it lightly. Waiting for someone to take action instead of doing it yourself. Such a shame….” He cluck
“I never….”
“Let me think….” Damian tapped his chin and stepped on her back, stopping her from moving. Now this was embarrassing. “Oh, I know. The shooting. You had all the resources and skills to stop those attackers. And what did you do? You run. And yet, you still think we would need you back there. You are an useless menace. A liability.”
“I run to save two girls from dying because of the bullets!” she squirmed and crawled some more, now seeing little square of light at the end of the bridge. Probably the exit “You cannot… stop me….”
“Maybe. But I know someone who can. I’ll leave you two alone.” He laughed and followed his brothers out of sight.
“Oh, no…”
“Y/N.” Jason stood in her way blocking it. Of course they left him at the end. His brothers waited and weakened her enough so that a single word coming from him would break her.
He’s not real, he’s not real. The real Jason is waiting for you on the other side, weeping and ….
“You think I am not real?” his initial smile turned upside down “How about I show you?” with one move of his hands, he grabbed her waist pulling her close to his chest and connecting their lips, kissing her so gently, but with so much fire. How could this be fake if it felt so good? “My baby…” he cooed pulling back and cupping her cheek “how about you stay with me? Here. We would be together, forever” his lips moved to her cheek and neck, sending goosebumps all over her skin. Involuntarily, she arched her back towards him, wanting more, remembering how good it felt to have him so close and how long it was since she had his hands on lips on all her curves.
“Jay…..” she whined, losing all her focus, hands tangling in his hair.
“I’m here baby…. Let me make you feel good….”
“Ah….” She whined when he reached under her shirt, grabbing her breast and massaging it gently through the thin material of the bra “Please….”
“Tell me what you want, princess….”
“Take it off….” She tugged on his shirt and he quickly exposed himself to her, letting her hands roam his body freely. His abs, his pecs, his chest, his neck. All of him. “I need you….”
“I know baby… “ he muttered, kissing her again, grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around his waist “always so desperate for me. Tell me” he unhooked her bra and tossed it away, licking her sensitive skin “does that feel good?”
“Jason….”
“It can always be like this. You just have to stay. Let go of what was. Stay with me. Here. You don’t need anything else. I was made especially for you….”
Those words were like a bucket of cold water on her hot skin and she pulled away instantly. Not without mentally cursing herself for that action.
Come back to me.
I need you.
Don’t leave me.
Those words started echoing through her head like a mantra.
“You are not my Jay.” She jumped away from him, covering her bare chest, now feeling embarrassed
“I am, baby, look at me. I told you, I’m yours…”
“Get away from me! Who are you?!”
“I am regret.” He smirked “don’t tell me you don’t feel guilty for falling for that little trap? For being so desperate for touch that you were just ready to let me take you right here right now.”
“But I did not.”
“How does that make anything better, princess? You still want me.”
“What I want” she hissed, forcing her legs forward and ducking under his arms, almost reaching that light. “is to get to my Jason back. You did not use me or turn me bad. If anything you showed me how much love I hold for the version of you that’s sitting my bed. And guess what?” she flashed him a smile “I won.”
***
Sharp exhale and beeping of the medical machine keeping Y/N alive made him jump on his feet instantly and turn around in search for a potential threat. Instead he met with shocked and terrified gaze of his beloved girl. Fully conscious.
“Y/N?” he asked carefully, mindful of the fact that she just woke up from two and a half week of coma and he was far from good looking. Fuck. He could have at least wore a clean T-shirt.
“Jason!” she cried, reaching her arms towards him and he could not care less about the look or the clothes as he rushed to her side, bringing her into his embrace, caressing her back, smelling her soft her, kissing her cheek and temple and forehead, over and over and over.
“My love.” He whisper “my princess. My baby. God, I was so scared for you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But I’m back now. I’m back to you.” she hid face in that smelly shirt of his, not caring either “I’m back.” Her grip grew a bit tighter.
“And I won’t ever let you go anywhere far from me again. consider yourself being put under a house arrest.”
“As long as you stay with me.”
“Always.” He assured “right after I take my revenge. No one would ever hurt you again, I’ll make sure of that.”
“Jason?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“I need you to teach me how to fight.”
To be continued <?>
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I wasn't even supposed to do part two, but I confess that I got really excited with the part 1, so I I decided wrote a part 2.
Sorry @harrierttv for the write mistakes, I didn't had time to correct them.
I really wanted to draw a funny scene of Bagheera with mumm-ra, but I gave up because of laziness 😔
Good read!
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“I’m not going to join the side of these idiots!” Bagheera spoke furiously while pointing at Lion-O. “We don't know what they really want, joining them without even questioning their intentions is crazy! It’s just crazy you old fool!” Lion-O and the other generals looked at Bagheera indifferently, the long-haired cat was arguing with Nightclaw.
“We already spoke our intentions, stupid cat.” Kaynar spoke with contempt, Bagheera when he heard the old jackal said, slowly turned to face him.
The black cat's gaze was full of fury, and then, he approached Kaynar, stopping right in front of him, he placed one of his hands on his waist, with the other, he pointed a finger in Kaynar's face.
“I didn't talk to you, dirty dog! When I talk to you I'll make sure to make it very clear.” Bagheera turned away, returning to talking to the tribe leader, who was clearly losing patience with Bagheera.
Indeed, Kaynar didn’t like Bagheera's attitude and became furious, wanting to attack the young cat, but he was stopped by Slythe and Lion-O who held his arms.
“They can help us have a better life, arrogant brat, don’t you understand? With the help of this mumm-ra we can have a dignified life outside the jungles!” Nightclaw spoke impatiently, he had one hand on his forehead, clearly tired of arguing with the younger cat.
“They may even offer us a better life, but at what cost? The first time I was offered an opportunity to change my life, I ended up becoming a slave! You want this to happen to Fyre and the others, you stupid old man.” Fyre and his brothers weren't too far away, so clearly they were listening to the entire argument, the five brothers were talking to each other under a tree.
Fyre, realizing that his best friend would not stop arguing with his father, decided to intervene, along with Daredevil. The two brothers approached Bagheera, Fyre gently touched his shoulders, trying to calm him down.
“Bagheera, why don’t we take a moment to relax? You’re really stressed, you’re not thinking straight.” Fyre spoke sweetly, which somewhat calmed Bagheera, who gave a slight smile. Daredevil who was next to Bagheera gave a gentle smile as he crossed his arms. “I don't really agree with Fyre, but this time he's right. You are very stressed Bagheera.”
Lion-O looked at all this with confusion, now Kaynar was being calmed by Addicus, the old jackal was still furious with the black cat, and probably such fury would take time to subside. Lion-O approached Bagheera, who clearly didn't like the young lion's sudden approach. "What do you want? Lion?"
Bagheera asked dismissively as he looked Lion-O up and down. “I would like to introduce myself. I’m Lion-O, I didn’t say my name yesterday, did I?” Lion-O spoke sweetly, trying to sympathize with the black leopard, however, he was only received with a little evil chuckle.
“Lion-O? What a creative name. Didn’t your parents have better names, did they?”
Fyre squeezed Bagheera's shoulders tightly. “AH! Hey! What's your problem, huh? THAT HURT!” Bagheera looked at his friend with a mixture of confusion and anger. “He’s trying to be nice, you idiot. Don’t you understand?” Fyre responded to his friend, then the tabby cat began to stare at Lion-O.
“I believe you already know my name. I am Fyre, future leader of this tribe. It's a pleasure to meet you Lion-O! I’ve never seen a lion up close, this is so exciting!”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Fyre.” Lion-O replied with a smile. Meanwhile Bagheera crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, clearly jealous of his friend. While the young felines chatted among themselves, Nightclaw and Slythe chatted like old friends, despite having never met before.
They discussed about the uniting of the tribe with the Mumm-ra army. “How long have you served mumm-ra, Slythe? You seem to me to be quite loyal to your master, and I certainly admire that about you.”
“I appreciate the compliment, Nightclaw. And come to think of it, I've been serving my master for years..” "Years? Wow, and you didn't even think about cheating on him once? Impressive I would say. But changing the subject, what is your master’s objective?”
“He wants to create a world in his image and likeness, where there is no prejudice between animals.” Slythe lied, a smooth lie. Because he knew that if he told the truth to the cat he would possibly disagree with the agreement.
While talking, they heard Bagheera's voice again, arguing with someone.
As they turned around, they were with the vision of Lion-O touching Fyre's shoulder, while Bagheera was being pulled by Daredevil, So that the young leopard would not attack the lion
“Who do you think you are to be this intimate with Fyre?! Get your hands off him right now, before I break your face!” Bagheera was being pulled by poor Daredevil who was using all his strength to hold him back.
“That boy… he’s not very normal, is he?” Slythe said with confusion, as he pointed at Bagheera.
“Yeah.. he’s not normal.” replied Nightclaw, already accustomed to the black leopard's behavior. While Bagheera was arguing with Lion-O, a aircraft appeared in the sky, scaring Bagheera who soon stopped the argument and looked up at the sky, frightened by that gigantic thing in the sky, he had certainly never seen anything like it before.
“What is that?!” Bagheera said scared, as he looked at the sky in terror his eyes were wide and his fur and tail stood on end.
Daredevil and Fyre looked at the aircraft in terror, scared and confused, the sound of that gigantic thing flying in the sky caused discomfort to the cats' sensitive ears.
Fyre's brother hid behind Bagheera, like a scared little animal.
Fyre, did the same thing as his brother, hiding behind Lion-O.
“My master has arrived.” Lion-O said happily, a smile appearing on his face. “You don’t need to be afraid.” The aircraft began to land, making several trees sway in the destructive wind.
Slythe, who was still standing next to Nightclaw, looked at the old cat and smiled.
“Our master has arrived.” “How do you know?” Nightclaw tried to speak without showing confusion, fear, or surprise. However, he fails miserably, making his terror clear.
“I don’t know, I just feel it.”
Slythe began to walk away from Nightclaw who faced the aircraft in fear and confusion.
When the aircraft landed, the doors opened, purplish smoke came out from inside the ship, emitting a wave of mystery.
When the smoke cleared, a thin figure in a long red cloak emerged.
“My master, it is great to see you here.” Slythe said with a friendly smile, as he walked over to help his master off the ship.
“Where’s Lion-O?” The old mummy spoke for his in a dark and weak voice.
Bagheera looked at the old mummy with a mixture of disgust, confusion and fear. “That thing, is it your master?” Bagheera turned to Lion-O and appeared to Mumm-ra, the young lion quickly realized that he had been surprised by his master's appearance just by looking at him.
“Yes.. He is my master.” Lion-O crossed his arms and looked at Bagheera impatiently, as if he already knew that the young leopard was going to say something against his master.
Eh.. he's... he's... he's horrible.. what the hell is he? A spirit ? A demon? Wha-"
“Shut up, I won’t allow you to talk about my master like that!” Lion-O replied the leopard with fury, he hated it when people spoke against his master.
“Calm down, I didn't mean to... eh.. I'm sorry..” Bagheera scratched the back of his head, he felt strange, uncomfortable and vulnerable with the presence of that unknown being.
Lion-O looked at Bagheera with contempt and walked away from him, approaching his leader. When Lion-O appeared in Mumm-ra's field of vision, the old mummy couldn't help but smile faintly.
"Lion-O.. I see you complet your mission, Slythe told me you convinced the warriors to join us.. I'm proud."
“Hello my lord..” Lion-O bowed to his master, the young lion couldn't contain his smile at his master's praise, the young lion was now smiling like a little child after receiving a compliment from his mother. “I am honored.. master.”
Nightclaw approached the old mummy, his steps were cautious, his ears swayed gently, trying to capture any type of noise, his tail trembled slightly, showing that the old cat was on alert at all times.
“Are you.mumm-ra?” asked Nightclaw who tilted his head gently, in an attempt to more efficiently analyze the old mummy's form.
“Yes, you are Nightclaw.. leader of this tribe. It's a pleasure to meet you.” While talking to the leader, the old mummy felt something pull his cloak,when he looked to the side he came across the black leopard, who was crouched down, holding his cloak with a mix of confusion and disgust on his face.
“Oh, hello boy.”
"Hey…. Hmm… what are you? You are so…old…and…horrible.…”
“How dare you talk like that d-” before Lion-O could respond to Bagheera, his leader places a hand on his shoulder and gives a smile to Bagheera, who seemed to be even more confused than he was a few minutes ago.
“Calm down my dear... the boy is just confused.” “But he insulted him.. master..”
“Aaah, give me a break, Lion-O, I’m trying to understand what this old man is.” Mumm-ra laughed at the situation, making Lion-O look at him with confusion.
“I liked you boy.. I feel something in you.. something evil.” Bagheera looked at Lion-O, who was confused by his master's attitude.
“Something evil? I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man.” Bagheera finally stood up, standing at the same height as Mumm-ra. But,Fyre suddenly appeared, and went towards Bagheera, he held his friend's shoulders and gave a nervous smile to Mumm-ra.
“Sorry about my friend sir, he is sometimes a bit of an idiot and doesn’t think about what he’s going to say. I promise this won’t happen again.”
Before Bagheera could respond, Fyre pulled his friend and began to lead him away. “
Do you have a problem, Bagheera? Don’t you see that thing is dangerous?” Fyre pointed to Mumm-ra who was talking to Lion-O. “You could have gotten hurt for insulting him.”
“Stop acting like you’re my father Fyre.. I can defend myself.” Bagheera crossed his arms and leaned against a tree.
“I know you can... but sometimes you put yourself in dangerous situations by being terribly arrogant and stupid! This is the second time in the same day that I saved you from getting punched.”
“Hello guys, who are all these people?” A weak male voice spoke, Bagheera turned her head towards the owner of the voice.
It was an old cat, very similar to the adorable Fyre, but much older.
His hair was long and completely white thanks to his advanced age, on his chin there was a long white beard, his tail had several gaps in the fur, indicating a possible skin problem.
The old cat wore an elegant feather headdress and walked slowly with the aid of a wooden cane similar to Flowerheart's cane.
"Grandfather!" Fyre ran up to her grandfather and gave him a careful, gentle hug.
“Is that boy a lion? Damn…” the old cat stroked his beard and smiled. “If I were younger I would have tried his meat already.” I bet lion meat must be wonderful…”
"Grandfather! We already talked about this, no cannibalism! That's a thing of the past..” the old cat rolled his eyes and looked at the lion again. “After your father changed our tribe’s rules, things got really awkward. I miss the time when the other animals that lived here feared us…”
“Of course the other animals feared you, in your time you even devoured your peers who dared to enter your territory. Who wouldn’t be scared?” Bagheera let out a light laugh. “And I'm glad things have changed, otherwise I would have become cat food.”
“Yeah kid... you're very lucky, why wouldn't I have left even a piece of you for the others.” The strange old cat laughed, his laugh was evil and cruel. Fyre and Bagheera exchanged glances for a few minutes, until Fyre finally decided to take her grandfather somewhere else.
Bagheera, seeing his best friend leave, decided to look at Nightclaw and the weird mummy. They were talking a lot, Nightclaw occasionally let out a few laughs, something Bagheera had almost never seen him do before.
Until suddenly, the old mummy and the dark cat shake hands, sealing some kind of agreement.
Bagheera took a deep breath, finding himself lost in his own thoughts, he gently lifted his head to the beautiful blue sky, his face expressing sadness and worry.
“Ah.. I wonder what will become of me in the hands of this mumm-ra.” He lowers his head, returning to see Mumm-ra and Nightclaw, but when he looks to the side he comes across Lion-O's gaze, fixed on him, upon realizing that he was discovered the young lion gave a nervous smile and looked away.
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*Teleports Sonic with me to right in front of Infinite*
Sonic, quick ask him it. *Hands him a paper with the three questions Sonic asked Infinite in their second meet in SF*
"Uh...do I have to say this?"
It's in the ask.
"Who said that."
"You'll get used to it," Infinite huffed. "Get this over with."
Sonic groaned in annoyance.
"What's your...favorite color."
"...Red, I suppose."
"DO YOU...I swear this is gonna be the end of me-do you like long, romantic walks on the...beach? Isn't everywhere beach...?"
"Not with you."
"Wasn't asking. And, what's...the source of your power? YOU HAVE POWERS?!"
"Not that I know of..."
"Oh. You're just lame then."
"At least I don't look like a blue copy of frickin' Shadow the Hedgehog."
"Take that back. Right now. Or we're throwing hands."
"No no, really, you've got everything. The overly messy quills that really just make you look deranged, the worn out shoes that impress no one, the stupid looking scarf-"
"IT. IS NOT. A SCARF," Sonic shouted. "ITS MY BANDANA. AND IT IS NOT STUPID! YOU'RE JUST A BIG......................A BIG MEANIE. YEAH. AND I'M LEAVING NOW. I HOPE YOU NEVER FIND SOMEONE TO WALK ON THE BEACH WITH!!"
"Not planning on it." The jackal made one final comment while Sonic stomped out the door.
"That was...empowering."
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Have you ever considered deleting your blog?
I mean it in a way that… I also once had a fandom blog with 5k+ followers and I was super active, I loved it. I got 70-80 asks a day. It was pretty much like this blog.
But then, it all got weirdly parasocial. I had of course a lot of anons who used emojis to identify themselves and I was fond of them but the anons in general, they were just like a massive blob of collective consciousness and they suddenly one day a tarted to police what I said, stirred stupid drama with other blogs in the fandom, they became aggressive and demanding.
I never deleted the blog but I abandoned it. It really took a toll on my mental health.
Sometimes I read your blog and get crazy Deja vu and often worry about you… even tho you probably are better at not letting it get under your skin. I was like 21-22 when I had that blog, and never had any online following of that kind. Once it got ugly I was thinking everyday about deleting my blog.
well, i mean. this isn't a fandom blog. i keep saying that. this is not a fandom blog. this blog is not for the fandom. this is a personal blog. this blog is for me.
the fact that i talk about things that help/serve the fandom is irrelevant. i'm glad i can help, and i'll do the best i can, but what anyone wants from me is subject to my willingness/ability to give it. i get a lot of valid questions that i just don't answer because i just don't feel like it or want to.
that's a huge part of the reason why i'm not afraid to yell at my anons. i'm not going for mass appeal. if you guys are being jackals, i'm going to call you jackals. if you're being stupid, i'm going to call you stupid. and if you're picking dumb fights, i'm going to tell you to shut the fuck up.
i see you guys as guests in my house. so, at the end of the day, this is my house. and i will ask you to leave if you're getting rowdy.
so, when the asks get too annoying, i just turn off anon.
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♡CHAPTER 4~To be friends♡
It's been a week since I heard that stupid rumor about rigging the game, and yet another one has emerged from the shadows of these mutts' mouths. Though this one is a much more pressing matter. An overblot. If you don't know, overblots are when someone overuses their magic and lets their negative emotions "blot" their magic wands. It is incredibly dangerous and deadly not only to the person who bloted, but also to those around them. I'm currently walking around the halls of Night Raven College pondering the information I've gathered. Well, that was until I spotted a group with a familiar face.
While walking up I'm guessing one of them pointed me out, because Zyair started looking my way. He immediately perked up at the site of me, he always was fond of me even after 10 years of working for me in the kingdom. "Good morning ma lady!" Though I could never get him to stop calling me ma lady. "Hey, Zyair. You know this chick." He was followed by a voice I don't recognize. Flicking my ear in frustration, he asked. "And who are you, beautiful." This bitch.
I grimace at this red-haired boy. He's not much shorter than I, with a heart placed over the right of his ruby eyes. "That is none of your concern." I snapped, "plus, where I'm from it's rude to ask a lady her name before giving their own." I scoffed at him. I was not lying and what I was saying was true, to an extent. In Britannia, one must address themself with a name, title, and age, but it does not state it has to be the male to go first.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! My name is Ace!" He cheered, as though seeming no wrong with his previous statement. I give him a sour smile and respond with "Taya. Quite an honor to meet you, Ace." He seemed to blush at that, making his little blue hair friend next to him, jealous. Though I cannot tell if it's because of Ace or me. The blue head boy with diamond under his blue eye then looks at me with a little glare. 'So he is jealous of me' I thought a little surprised. Not wanting to be rude I asked his name. "Deuce." He answered simply. Then I noticed something I didn't notice before, a tall purple-headed boy, with half-lided diamond eyes. He seemed a bit high. I went to his right and I see, Yuu. The person who didn't have to work to be here. This low li- "Tay Tay." Zyair hissed at me as if knowing I was going to say something I would probably regret.
♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*
"So your name is Tay Tay?" Questions a cat? Wait. "Zyair? What's the kitty's name?" I question the jackal. "His name is Grimm." The human answered for him, "And I'm Yuu! What's your name?" They smiled. "Oh." I stated surprised. I was not expecting the human to be so nice. Usually, those without power seek it, so I just assumed. I stopped my pondering there and instead turned to the small black cat. "No, my name is not Tay Tay, and please do not refer to me as such. My name is Taya." Sweetening my tongue just a bit for the small creature. Then I turned towards the purple-headed male. "So then what should I call-"
Before I can finish, something that is quite irritating by now, we hear a scream and immediately go to check it out. To our surprise someone fell down the stairs and crumpled at the bottom. 'But the stairs aren't even that steep.' I thought silently, 'Is this how they're going to rig that game?' Thinking back to the other rumor I heard only a week ago. 'This is not a good sign.' After helping the idiot who fell down the stairs we headed to class, but decided to meet up again at lunch. Of course, I was the last one to arrive and spied that darn hyena at it again. However this time he is stealing from little grimm.
"Excuse me?" I stated walking up to my new companions. Staring down the wretched mutt I just had to ask what in Bratania is he doing, so I did. "I'm making a fair trade with the cat here." He hums in delight. "And what are you doing here?" "I.. I'm waiting for Zyair." I stuttered. He did not seam to believe me, "But little ZyZy is right here?" He responded, with a flirtacious smile facing a flustered Zyair.
Looking at Zyair in astonishment, 'Zyair has never liked someone before! His he ok? Did the hyena do something to Zyair!' Looking back at the mutt's direction, to question him, only to find him gone! 'He ran away, what a coward.' I think with a sigh, 'He is not worthy of Zyair's time then.' I give one last thought before turning to the now sobbing Grimm. "Aw, man this is the worst day of my pathetic life!" He said through sobbs and sniffels. Of course me being the overprotective and "mom type" (as Zyair likes to say) leopard I am, I use my unique magic, BELLS OF BRITANNIA, to calm the poor kitten.
A soft chime of a Britannion song bell sounds though the dining hall and in my sweetest voice a small, "Calm, my dear." was said, as I hold the kitten to my chest. Hypnotize by the melody, a wave of tranquility washes over the room. With that, the song bells chime comes to a slow stop. I let the small creature in my arms go with a smile. Turning on my heal, I head to the line of people. 'Hopefully thay still have some sweet bread left.' I thought hopefully, as I hear small feet pitter behind me. "You didn't have to do that ma lady." My dear assistant stated flatly. "I know." I smiled back, "but I don't want Grimm to be sad~." He looked at me surprised, "You.." he hesitated, "You enjoy their company?" He finished as we made our way to the front of the line. I smiled it him.
"I guess so."
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It was Sonic turn to shift after all being in the war and beaten by a new threat - Infinite had been the toucgest enemy back then. Eggman was Eggman he was use to the daily tricks but Infinite taking him away making everyone assume he's dead. Not the mention being locked up until his friends found him. Comparing that defeat to Jet fights, he had preferred and enjoyed their banter too. Just not out for the others death.
"Even you wasn't happy I lost to him? I don't want to ruin the talk - serious as it is but man.. it makes me happy to hear me being around pushes you to reach and push forward, further." Another smug smirk but his eyes are soft a look of acceptance and respect he never shown Jet ever at all. This still felt weird to openly talk. He gave a half hearted glare looking away in annoyance. "You say it like our banter going to just stop. Don't make me say it.. That I liked our banter too. It became my normal daily or monthly drama really..Ah yeah him--Maybe worse who knows. If you're the thief and rival in this time and there was an anti you in Scourges… would you be a Hero? That's a scary thought." Sonic trails off stepping forward arms crossing he knows the topic he just asked was serious so to lighten Jet stress or not the Hero started to joke after all thats why he was here in the first place. "Lets not forget the previous questions at you Jet. You thought this lame Hero or not was attractive. And suure that doesn't mean anything but i can't be that lame for you too consider that question with an answer, am i wrong?" Waving a hand off topic to let the other know there was no malice or pressure in his teasing.
"..Well that makes more sense. I mean it was you but you couldn't help..it? And yeah you was in a dark place i am not going to hold onto that anymore, the past is the past. If you was the same him as…back then yeah you and i would be this that constant loop of anger and hatred..On both sides." Sonic had been looking at Jet again so he did not miss the fearful look. "Jet. You don't need that type of gear anywhere near you to be the best. We want a fair race dob't we? You said it yourself it almost had you kill others and make you doubt your own loyal team. Leave it locked up not because i'm personally requesting you do. But As your rival i don't want you in the head space if we are to race in the future, no tricks no games just us reaching for a brighter and better future yeah?"
"I never make promises i can't keep i'll make sure it's the best baguette you'll have." He grinned.
His head shifted to one side as he had a softer look in his eyes. For a long time all he could think about was beating Sonic. His entire life revolved around it, to the point of absolute obsession! He wanted to be the best back then, well he still did. But not to the detriment of everyone around him. Losing to Sonic messed him up---no wrong his Father had. His demand that he beat sonic or kiss his blood right goodbye. He turned his desire to win into a life or death game! Being banished from Babel still scared him.
" Just Between us? When i thought Infinite killed you... i'd never been so pissed in my life. I was angry that you let yourself die, i was angry this jackass took away my chance to settle things... but i guess deep down... i was sad i'd never see your stupid smile again..."
He looked away again and his eyes were far more somber then before.
" I realized in that moment, this thing between us meant more to me then just Victory. I enjoyed what we had... as fucked up as it was at times... you gave me a reason to keep going--- and i was so angry that dumb jackal took that away. Hell i even tried to kill him myself... blew up in my face, ended up in the infirmary for awhile..."
Her rolled his eyes at sonic but he even smiled a little bit.
" An yea... i missed yer stupid jokes, and your god awful puns! but i'm glad to have it bad... glad that we'll get to share some quips in the future..."
He grumbled at Sonic asking about the attractive question--- Ancestors save him he was going to regret ever saying it. But yea Blue was hot as fuck. he never say it in public, fuck he hated even thinking it in his head---but it was true.
" ...yer not gonna let that go are you? look if this is about me liking men---fuck right off! yea i like men--- is that a problem? and yea... maybe i think yer blue face is kissable! but if that leaves this room i'm going to kick yer scrawny blue ass! "
His eyes did shift when talking about that gear. It was hard to explain, it was like it was ingrained in his DNA. That thing changed him, made him love it, want it, yearn for it. It was still in his head, sometimes he'd stop in front of the case and just stare at it like it was some long lost lover he just couldn't abandon. Sonic didn't know what that was like, maybe its a good thing he didn't.
" Don't worry... i'm done with that thing... if i'm gonna win it'll be with my own skills, my own abilities. I don't need that thing... plus i made Wave and Storm Promise to keep it away from me... that person you fought years ago is gone...for good "
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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 16b
*Warning Adult Content*
Ambush - Part 2
- Knox -
"You good?" Knox helps Finn up from the ground.
He isn't hurt but Knox looks him over quickly anyway.
Whether he says it verbally or not, he fucking cares.
"Yeah, I'm good but are you?"
Finn stares at the blood trickling down Knox's left arm.
"I'm so sorry, man. I don't know why I froze like that. I'm so fucking stupid..."
"Calm down. I wasn't hit…" Knox double-checks. "It was just a graze."
Finn exhales a sigh of relief, some tension leaving his shoulders.
"The kid would've killed me if you had died on my watch. Hell, I would've let him do it, too."
The thought of seeing Everett again has Knox moving with a newfound speed.
After helping arrange the deceased Jackals into a pile on one of the boats, Gavin douses them in gasoline.
Looking like he doesn't have a care in the world, he lights a match and tosses the flame that sets the bodies on fire.
No Name remains comatose while being carried back to the van with the weapons.
Gavin snaps several pictures and sends them to Oz.
If the man had ever questioned The Fallen Angel's abilities before tonight, he wouldn't dare make that mistake again.
"How many injured do we have?" Knox asks after catching up with Gavin.
"Only three but it's nothing we need to call Doc in for," Gavin says.
He goes on to make an announcement after they all return to the van.
"That third boat nearly fucked us over by surprise but you all held your own out there. I'm proud of every single one of you."
He pauses for a moment, allowing everyone to get their rowdy cheers out of the way.
"I'm certain Oz will bring us on as his new partners, which means more money for us and less for The Jackals but we can get into all of that during church in the morning. For now, let's go home and rest up."
He looks at Knox.
"If you aren't up for it tonight, you can get to work on that Jackal tomorrow. I'm sure you're itching to see your boy..."
"I'll handle it by tonight."
"You sure?"
Knox nods, ending the conversation there.
The ride back to the clubhouse feels unnecessarily long.
Knox's mind is so stuck on Everett that he hasn't even begun to process the fact that he earned his fiftieth kill tonight.
That means absolutely nothing in comparison to seeing if Everett is okay.
It's been almost three hours since their fight and Knox is still kicking himself over that outsider remark.
True or not, his emotions had gotten the best of him, resulting in him being too brutally honest.
Regret hit him like a slap in the face as he stood there and watched the light disappear from Everett's eyes, evidence that he had taken Knox's careless words to heart.
If he isn't passed out from a food coma thanks to Josie, Knox will man up and apologize for being such a dick earlier.
They'll kiss, a lot, hopefully and make up, then everything will go back to normal.
That's the story that Knox sells himself during the rest of the ride.
It's eerily quiet when everyone eventually passes through the gates of the clubhouse.
After the members disperse, now mask-less, Gavin and Knox check on No Name.
The man is still passed out cold in the back of the van, his blood making a mess all over the floor.
Gavin points at the SGT at Arms patch on the back of the man's leather cut.
"Makes sense why Russell would put him in charge for tonight. The bastard has to know where Russell is."
"Don't stress it. I have a million different ways to get him to talk."
"Oh, I know you do. And I meant what I said before, if you aren't up for it tonight..." Gavin's words become background noise to the sound of a door opening and slamming shut, porch steps creaking and a pair of feet hitting the ground at full speed.
Knox's pulse takes off like a rocket.
His heart identifies Everett's presence before his mind can.
Knox turns around just in time.
"Hey..."
"Thank God you're still alive."
Everett crashes into Knox's opens arms, hugging him as tight as he can.
"You don't even want to know how many cookies I ate while stressing out about you."
Knox chuckles, lowering his voice while caressing the back of Everett's head with one hand.
"I told you I'd come back to you, didn't I?"
"Yes but..."
Everett pulls back enough to notice they aren't alone.
He blushes and tucks himself into Knox's side after locking eyes with Gavin.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
Gavin smiles, shaking his head.
"I'm the one interrupting."
He shuts the doors on the back of the van before Everett has a chance to look inside and then he walks away whistling a cheeky tune.
"Everett, about what happened before..." Knox starts.
"No, me first," Everett interrupts. "I know you can't tell me anything, so I won't ask about what happened while you were gone..."
He moves to stand in front of Knox, his tired eyes scanning his filthy body.
"But at least put my mind at ease and tell me whether you got hurt tonight or not."
Knox obliges, showing off his left arm.
Thankfully, the wound is no longer bleeding.
"It looks worse than it feels. The bullet only grazed me..."
"A bullet?" Everett shrieks.
"I don't need stitches, so you don't have to worry. I'll clean it up, throw a bandage on it and it'll heal in a few days. I'll live, kitten."
Knox smiles but what he really wants to do is kiss Everett's tears away.
"If it'll make you feel better, I'll let you play nurse. Deal?"
Everett nods, sniffling.
"I want to clean it right now."
"I'll meet you inside. There's something I need to take care of first," Knox says.
Before Everett can open his mouth to form a question, No Name awakens and screams from inside the van.
"W-who..." Everett stumbles backward, all of the color gone from his pretty face. "Why is there a man locked inside your van, Knox?"
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warnings: strong language, timeskip spoilers, cheating, ANGST
part one | part two | part three
miya atsumu has a reputation.
it's followed him from high school to where he is now, setter for the msby black jackals. the stories of fuckboy miya atsumu, sleeping around with anyone, with new scandals that started following each one which ended. no matter how far from the truth this public reputation was, it haunted him from his high school days right up until the present.
but his reputation changed the day he met you.
of course, the rumours did still follow him. if he were to look a little too long at the lady behind the bar or smile at a fan on the street, even that time he made the waitress laugh with his stupid joke on the jackal's end of season night out. the rumours and his playboy reputation settled, and all of a sudden his name didn't follow playboy.
he was loverboy miya atsumu.
after games, he'd be running to the court side to wrap his arms around you. he'd get distracted during his interviews if you were nearby, having to ask the interviewer to repeat the questions. he'd buy you flowers after fights and leave notes in with your lunch signed with small hearts at the end. he'd sleep on the floor of your room when you were mad at him because he didn't want you to sleep alone and he'd take you out for dinner every saturday night.
he was, to quote his captain, whipped for you.
for two years, he found his world revolving around you and every little thing you'd do. he would watch whatever shows or movies you'd like to whether or not he understood what was going on. he loved when you bleached his hair for him and even somehow made the best of the time you tried to cook your own roast dinner and started a fire (only a small fire!) in the kitchen.
but one day all his gifts stopped. his notes to you became shorter and ended with his name. he'd work on saturdays or go out with his team, leaving you sitting alone in the restaurant and promising the waiter that he'd be there soon, that he's running late.
by the time your three year anniversary came around, you didn't bother booking anywhere for dinner because you knew atsumu's negligence of you wouldn't allow him to remember the occasion, let alone show up.
you were tired. you'd still go to his games but he wouldn't look at you in the seat still kept reserved for you, he would run and hug you after the game, he wouldn't take you to the celebratory dinner nor talk about you in the interviews.
no, his eyes were somewhere else. you weren't sure of it at the time, not until you saw it for yourself.
you wanted to be sick, seeing atsumu in the bed you shared with him every night with his arms around another woman beneath the sheets, disembodied sounds filling the room you slept in every night for the last two and a half years.
it hurt more that you didn't receive an apology.
it hurt knowing that the warnings you received from both your friends and his that he's never committed to much except volleyball were true, that you weren't the exception everybody thought you were.
all you got from him was your stuff packed in a few suitcases with a note stuck on top telling you to return your key to osamu.
autumn's note: i really don't agree with the whole "atsumu's a fuckboy" headcanon but i had this idea and was like oh damn this is a good one and he was the only one i though fitted with it
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What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown? ( for Jackal )
tav related questions! // always accepting!! // @apalestar

MAN. Jackal, who has only ever lived in a small village, has never been to a circus.
This fighter would casually cross her arms, raise her brows at the PC, and say "Ask me that again if you want my axe shoved up your---" And then immediately gets off by the fucking clown. If she does get told to anyway, she'll roll her eyes. "You owe me big time."
The idea of her being told to go see a clown is both hilarious and terrifying.
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ENTREPRENEUR: How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others? // INVENTOR: How creative is their thinking? Do they seek out the opinions of others or rely on their own ideas? What’s their problem solving approach?
Hm. These days, mostly by just...working for her Yakuza family. She doesn't need to run her own drug den anymore, and she's really been unsure of what to do beyond the Yakuza, on her own time. I had her running a tattoo parlor out of her first apartment, but I'm remodeling and took that out, and I imagine tattoos are word of mouth and by request only, now, if she still does them. As for financial risks...in the beginning she did, she had a bad gambling problem - and really, in a way she still does...just less so with money. She's worked hard to get herself out of that place, and mostly avoids situations that might put her at risk of falling back into those kinds of addictive lifestyles anymore.
Making deals is her lifeblood. It's almost a religion, it's so...sacred, to her, to uphold a deal. A lot of it ties back into her tribe, and their beliefs and this idea of The Jackal as a trickster deity that's...in a sense, almost like a fae (I've made many a joke about how Jak's very like an Unseelie fey) - unless you've got their word, by way of a bond/deal...be ready for them to manipulate the shit out of you to their own gain, and leave you with a laugh on their lips. But a deal...is a deal. You honor the word of a deal, or else. Luckily, she hasn't had to show anyone what happens when you break your word to her, and I haven't had to come up with anything awful for her to do, either, ha! But deals are important, and so is fair trade, in that sense. You get what you give, and that's important. Everything else is chaos, and every (wo)man for themself. Creativity is a core value for her, though she's been a bit stumped on where to go in life, over the last year or so. Things are going better than she could ever have expected, even after she made huge mistakes - what does she do with this success? Does she chase the power and respect and fear she's so long craved, to make herself feel safe? She...kinda already feels safe, with Ketsuchi around - and now that Garlemald has fallen, that's brought with it a lot of confused feelings of joy and freedom and...a weird sense of loss, and a lot of confusion about what that means for her, now. She does often seek out Ketsuchi's opinion on most big things in her life - she...knows she's inexperienced and prone to spur of the moment decisions when she doesn't know what to do, but doesn't want to look stupid by asking a silly question...and at least he knows her well enough to give good advice. Her boss is someone she respects enough to ask...but I don't know of anyone else whose advice she'd solidly take - she'll accept Saerno's advice on things magical, but she's a pretty independent person until things are beyond her understanding or purview. She's...trying to fuck up less these days.
Problem solving approach...really depends on the problem. As much as part of her craves some violence...she's pretty anti-violence, actually, so most problems she wants a quick and concise solution to that won't put her person in harm's way. Subtlety is best, generally. But sometimes, chaos is the best and most fun way to solve a problem! There's no one solution, every problem has its own unique approach and solution, and her favorite person has helped her slow down and think things through more often than not, these days.
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S A K U S A K I Y O O M I
《short imagine》《fanfiction》
It's your last year as a college senior when you finally decided to confess your feelings with Sakusa Kiyoomi. You wrote him a letter to reach out to him.
-The Letter-
Kiyoomi Sakusa,
For some reasons, I've avoided interacting with your kind every time our common friends are having a weekend escapade. I intentionally distanced myself and remain unnoticed the whole time. I rarely speak when you guys are around. It's not that I feel uncomfortable and unwanted, I just don't think my existence and opinions matters. But there are times, I prayed to get noticed by all of you, especially you, Sakusa Kiyoomi. Would it be too much if I say, I like you? That I've been keeping a damn feelings for you for so long, that it hinders me to breathe freely? Don't get me wrong. It's hard to love someone like you secretly but it is also a remedy when days are rough and hard to deal with. You are both light and darkness and I don't mind being caged by your influence.
Relax. Don't be scared. I will remain two meters away from you. I'm not your ideal girl. And it probably freaks you out learning about all of these. Give me time, Kiyoomi, I promise to exert efforts to forget you.
Hopefully, this letter will reach you.
Thank you for being the light during my darkest days.
P.s. this letter is sanitized.
—Leigh
A week later after you sent him the letter...
"Leigh, where are you heading to? We'll have dinner at Onigiri Miya," you stop on your tracks when your friend, Alyssa, blocked your way to the exit hall of the gym, where the Black Jackals held their practice match with Adlers.
The practice just ended and it's your cue to leave the premises. As promised, you keep your distance with Sakusa, who's eyes never met yours.
You sigh and taps your friend's shoulder, "I have things to do, Alyssa. I can't come with you tonight. I'm sorry."
You mentally slaps yourself for the lies that comes out your mouth.
Alyssa's face saddened and nods her head.
"Okay. I'll see you later in our apartment."
You smiled at her.
You were about to say something to her but decided not to.
A familiar shadow of a man appears from the corner of the gym's corridor. Your heartbeat suddenly increases its speed.
"Alyssa, have you seen Le–?" You run so fast. That voice. Its Sakusa's. You must maintain your distance. You promised him and you are not breaking it.
You are Leigh and you keep your promises.
Your chest hurts from the long run so when you stopped, you gasp large amount of air to fill in your lungs.
Thirty Minutes Later ...
Your breathing returned to normal after getting enough rest. You composed yourself and cheerfully, smiled for nothing.
You're ready to walk home with your backpack held tightly on your back but for some reason, your feet feels like it grows some roots from where you're standing.
Your eyes blinked. A tall man is standing from the opposite side of the road where cars rarely pass by.
His milky white skin is glowing under the bright light of the crescent moon.
Never in your life you thought of meeting such a beautiful creature.
Sakusa jogs his way to you.
Your heart pounds, creating a deafening sounds inside your head.
"Leighton!" He blurted right away. You are in awe from the way he pronounced your name.
Sakusa is no longer wearing his jersey. He's in his usual clothes. Plain white shirt partnered with beige pants and white chucks.
"Omi..."
"Can we talk?" Sakusa asked.
"Ta–talk about what?"
"About everything you've written in your letter."
That moment, your heart almost stopped functioning. You weren't prepared for this!
"You actually read it?"
"Of course."
Your body jolted when Sakusa took your bag. He eyed you as if he's telling you to hand him your bag and let him carry it. Also, your mind and heart are both in haywire. Sakusa Kiyoomi just stared directly in your eyes.
"Two meters," you said. "Let's put two meters distance from each other. That's your rule when talking to a stranger. And I am clearly a stranger to you."
You took steps backwards, not leaving his gaze.
Sakusa scratch the back of his head as he occupies every distance you are trying to put between the two of you. He's following your every steps as if he is testing your patience.
"Enough," he grab your forearm and pull you close to him, "If we are going to talk, I want us to be this close, Leighton," Sakusa said.
"You are too close, Omi," your voice comes out as a whisper. The proximity is making you breathless.
"Answer every questions truthfully, Leighton, if your words satisfies me, I might consider reciprocating your feelings for me, understood?" You nodded.
"First question, why would you think I'm capable of liking you back?"
Your chest tightens from his first question. It's a very simple one but it hit you deep.
"I don't think you can, Omi. You don't waste time with a germ." You responded with your eyes staring back at his.
"Second question, based from your letter, Are you really capable of loving other man than me?"
"No," you answered immediately. "But I can lie and I can pretend I'm already over you."
Sakusa's face darkened from what you've said. For a moment, he looks murderous and that scares you a little.
"Last question, Are you brave enough to love a man like me? You see, I'm no angel. And you have said it yourself that I'm hard to love, would you really dare continue loving this idiot in front of you even if it's hard?"
"I've been in love with you for years, Omi, and I've been bravely staying by your side without you knowing about it. Bravery cannot be defined by words. It is all about actions and efforts. And, you are not an idiot, so don't ever think about of loving me back."
"I would like to be an idiot for once, besides, Atsumu is way more stupid than me," Sakusa leans down to your face, and without a warning, latches onto your lips. His tongue glides on top it, taunting your innocent ones to give him access. When you don't, he grips tightly your jaw, causing your lips to open involuntarily. Sakusa takes that opportunity to give you a deep kiss wherein you found yourself clinging onto his shoulders to prevent your trembling knees from pulling you down the rough pavement.
Your head tilts paralleled to his as he keeps devouring your now swollen lips. He is your first kiss and yet you moves like you have done this before. His lips is an expert. It guides yours well. Sakusa's hands crawls down your waist and pulled you tightly against his tall frame.
You moaned when he tugged your lower lip between his teeth. You feel both pain and pleasure from his action. You forcefully, pulls your lips from his and restrains his face from retreating back on yours.
You pants as you says this, "I am not making out with you on the street, Omi."
Sakusa released you from his grasp and stares at you intensely. He licked his lips while staring at your swollen ones.
"We have plenty of time to make out, Leighton, but for now, let's eat, those guys behind the bushes are starving. They've been watching us." He point the other side of the road and I can clearly see the smiling faces of my friends and his teammates.
Atsumu jumps over the shrub first and complains aloud, "stupid mosquitoes! And you, Omi! I'm not an idiot!"
Sakusa giggles and says, "You are mine now, Leighton, got that?"
"What?" You asked blankly.
"Mine. Only mine." Sakusa stresses.
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tenipuri characters as dumb things my friends and i have said
Yuushi: hey, is it raining where you are?
Kenya: no, it only rained in the morning
Yuushi: oh it rained here in the morning too
Kenya: I'm not special is that what you're saying
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Choutarou, creating questions for a mock trial: "that's all your honour, i have no further questions for this..." (can't remember the word 'witness')
Shishido: for this bitchass
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(Zaizen is lying down, Kenya is sitting up)
Kenya: wow you look so weird upside down
Zaizen: wow you look so ugly in any configuration
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Shuusuke: my lighter won't work
Yuuta: what do you need a lighter for?
Shuusuke: drugs, duh
Yuuta:
Shuusuke: I'm joking, it's for candles
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Momo: hey I bought your Christmas present :) you're gonna like it
Ryoma: it's those fucking kazoo kid socks isn't it
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Jackal, doing an online questionnaire: it's asking for my greatest accomplishment
Marui, without blinking twice: mine is watching all of bones in, like, two months
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Inui: I'm going to dissolve my multivitamins into my water so i can just drink it and get the benefits of both
Kaidou: please don't
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Gakuto: I'm going to kill myself
Shishido: why?
Gakuto: the Simple Plan concert is at 11am and I have summer school so I can't go
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Eiji: I gotta go wash my right hand
Oishi: you're gonna wanna... not.... say that...
Eiji:
Eiji: is this a masturbation thing
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Kenya: respect your mother
Shiraishi: you are ONE MONTH older than me
Kenya:
Kenya: RESPECT YOUR MOTHER
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(Hiyoshi and Gakuto are driving)
Hiyoshi, very nearly hitting someone: whoops
Gakuto, screeching: FUCK WE COULD'VE DIED
Hiyoshi, calmly: but we didn't
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Akutsu, under his breath: if this bitch even tries me rn, i will eat his ass until there's nothing left
Sengoku: I was gonna say that doesn't sound like a threat, but it turned into a threat
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Sanada: is hulk actually just green thanos?
Akaya, screaming: NO HE IS NOT
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Shuusuke: before I die, i wanna take part in a witchcraft orgy and summon something
Yuuta: NO
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(Akutsu and Sengoku are driving)
Sengoku: driving with you gives me a panic attack
Akutsu: driving with you gives me a fucking aneurysm so i guess neither of us are happy
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Ryoma: do you want a banana
Tomoka: dO YoU KnOW HoW MANy CAloRiES ArE In a BaNaANa??????
Ryoma:
Ryoma: do you want two bananas
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Yuushi: we finished talking about this topic, like, two minutes ago
Atobe: the conversation isn't over until I say my opinion
BONUS: "hey, what are some funny or stupid things I've said? I'm making a compilation" "I say all the funny stuff, what have you even said?"
#one year anniversary special#enjoy this#tenipuri#shittalk#prince of tennis#incorrect tenipuri#why are my friends and i so mean to each other lol
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Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
tav related questions! // always accepting!! // @agent-jaselin

OKAY LET'S GO. Astarion: "So we're going to ask the elf that had a dagger up to your throat to join our group? You are a strange little man/woman/person." ( disapproves / but she does slowly befriend him after learning more about him ) Gale: "He seems friendly. As long as he doesn't end up in a bunch of rocks again, I don't see why not." ( approves / but really hates when he brings up the crown ) Karlach: "I would not piss her off. But I also kind of want to see her hit stuff." ( approves / they share similar backstories, jackal's backstory being that she was taken after a raid in her village and used in a fighting ring. ) Lae'zel: "Mean. Aggressive. Fights good. Where have you been all my life?" ( approves / she thinks that she's strong and she's pretty ) Shadowheart: "We could use another friendly face, and at least it's a pretty one." ( approves / but once she finds out about shar, she's worried ) Wyll: "I like him. Let's bring him along." ( approves / she likes him. they're besties. ) Halsin: "Well. I kind of want to see what a bear can do to some goblins, don't you?" ( approves / who doesn't love a druid ) Minthara: "If she so much as breathes against us, I will not stay my hand." ( disapproves / what the fuck ) Minsc: "So. . . he's like. That. All the time? Everyday? Oh hells." ( no approval/disapproval, she's just confused ) Jaheira: "Smart move, we could use someone who could kick my ass." ( no approval/disapproval, she really thinks jaheira would do it )
#agentjaselin#( ask; jackal / don't ask stupid questions )#( i love this so much thank you so much )
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