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the-last-kenobi · 3 years ago

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Obi-Wan Kenobi had not slept in three nights, and his Lineage was not happy about it.

Ahsoka and Anakin watched with narrowed eyes from a balcony as the Jedi Master mingled with the crowd, smiling softly at anyone who engaged his attention, keeping close to the side of Chancellor Palpatine and Vice Chair Mas Amedda.

For a man who was running on very little sleep and hardly any sustenance, Obi-Wan was managing to maintain the image of the perfect Jedi — civil, humble, charming, wise. Power concealed just below the surface.

Every so often, Palpatine would draw the Jedi deeper into some conversation or other, or pat him on the shoulder in a strangely paternal fashion.

“Why does he keep doing that?” Ahsoka hissed to her Master. “Master Kenobi hates strangers touching him!”

“The Chancellor isn’t a stranger,” Anakin said defensively. But he watched again as Palpatine settled a hand on his former Master’s arm and saw the slight tension creasing Obi-Wan’s forehead, and had to concede that Obi-Wan was feeling uncomfortable. “But yeah. I don’t think the Chancellor knows, he wouldn’t do it if he did. He’s probably just too used to working with me instead. We’re more like friends.”

Ahsoka raised her eyebrows. “And would he have let you go home by now? We were supposed to be able to leave almost two hours ago.”

Anakin sighed. He leaned on the railing, absentmindedly picking at a carved design in the metal with his mech hand, creating a small clicking noise. He scanned the room again, searching for unlikely threats, and then returned his gaze to his Master and his friend, still penned in the center of a colorful crowd all waiting for attention. To see and be seen. Vultures.

Obi-Wan had more patience for this sort of thing, it was true, but it was apparent to those who knew him well — to Anakin — that he was run ragged. That every new face turning in his direction, awed and pettily delighted by meeting both the Supreme Chancellor and a High Jedi General, was another weight on his shoulders.

Anakin glanced over at his Padawan. Ahsoka’s eyes lit up as she saw the look in his eyes.

“How do you wanna do this?” she asked, tapping her fingers excitedly on the banister. “I know you like explosions, but if you set something off, Master Obi-Wan will definitely have to flee with the Chancellor to safety and then he’ll be gone for ages.”

“You’re right, Snips,” Anakin said, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He ruffled his hair proudly, ignoring Ahsoka’s eye roll, and said, “So I’ll take a leaf from Obi-Wan’s book. I’ll just go right down there and use my words.”

Anakin beamed.

Ahsoka looked as if she suddenly preferred an explosion.

“Yes, hi, hello, excuse me, coming through, yep, pardon me, just walking here,” Anakin threw scattered, inane apologies in every direction as he plowed a path right through the entire gala.

Ahsoka trailed in his wake, smiling awkwardly at the people who scattered with startled looks and scowling ferociously at those who dared look cross.

Obi-Wan spotted them first. He was deep in conversation with a representative from the Core, but his blue eyes flickered to them briefly and his smile became slightly taut; he raised one of his hands in what might have passed for a wave but was, to his Padawans, a clear signal to turn around.

Anakin disregarded this subtle warning immediately.

He strolled directly up to Obi-Wan, bowed slightly, and put a hand on the Master’s shoulder, smiling blindingly at the representative. “Good evening. I’m afraid it’s time for Master Kenobi to depart. The Jedi thank you for your time.”

The representative raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Palpatine, on the other hand, suddenly popped up right beside them, a wide smile on his grandfatherly face. “Anakin, Knight Skywalker, how good to see you! I thought you’d gone home hours ago, why, surely you need your rest after that last campaign.”

Anakin kept a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Ahsoka shifted to stand behind them, smiling a little too widely, the points of her teeth glinting, at anyone who looked at them askance.

“We had quite the victory,” Anakin agreed. He preened slightly. But — “And you’re right, Chancellor, we do need our rest. General Kenobi has served very well, and we’re all eager to rest and prepare for our next deployment.”

Palpatine’s smile widened still further. “Ah, yes. General Kenobi is an incredible public servant, he’s such a delight to have at events such as these.”

This time it was Anakin who tensed slightly. Ahsoka sidled up surreptitiously and linked her arm with Master Obi-Wan’s, flanking him between them, drawn up as tall as she could make herself.

Anakin looked intently at Palpatine, trying to communicate to his friend that now was not the time for politics. He’d thought this would be easy, but the Chancellor seemed determined to keep Kenobi with him all evening. The crowd had begun to disperse, realizing they weren’t going to be receiving any attention for awhile, but they milled about nearby, clearly listening in.

“I—” Obi-Wan began, but Anakin decided to risk his Master’s wrath and just cut him right off.

“And he and I are always happy to be invited by such gracious hosts!” he blurted out quickly. “But sadly, we will have to wait for another invitation before we get the chance to enjoy one another’s company. We really do have to be going.”

Palpatine studied him for a moment.

Go on, Anakin urged him silently. Please. Come on. You know we want to leave.

The silence dragged.

“Master Kenobi,” Palpatine said warmly, turning to Obi-Wan, and Anakin felt a wave of relief. “What do you say? Shall we… let you out of your duties for the sake of your valiant friends?”

Oh, what the fuck?

It had the ring of a joke but was worded like a trap. And Anakin could see, in slow-motion, the flicker of resignation and bitterness deep in Obi-Wan’s blue eyes, just behind the friendly smile, and knew what was about to happen if he didn’t do something about it.

Anakin let out a loud laugh and clapped Obi-Wan on the shoulder again. “Sorry, everyone. We’re on a time crunch, we have to get back in time for dessert.”

Ahsoka laughed, too, and clung a little tighter to Obi-Wan’s arm.

Obi-Wan looked somewhere between confused and horror struck.

Palpatine’s smile froze.

Anakin chuckled and waved at the surrounding crowd, shrugging in a you-know-how-it-is sort of way. “Hey, he promised us milkshakes. General I may be, but I still demand my old Master fulfill his promises of unhealthy desserts.”

“Hey, I think out of everyone, I deserve milkshakes the most!” Ahsoka interjected, her tone teasing.

A few of the politicians shot her amused smiles. Ordinarily she would have bristled, but in this instance she just shot them knowing, conspiratorial looks, like a child deliberately making mischief. There was a ripple of laughter.

“I don’t know about that,” Anakin said. “I think I definitely took out the most droids.”

“Riiiight,” said Ashoka. “After I took out the battlement. By myself.”

They ribbed back and forth. The gala was eating it up, their faces amused and indulgent, intrigued by the display of youthful frivolity and friendship the Jedi were giving them. Obi-Wan was still pinned between them, rooted helplessly to the spot.

Anakin looked back at the Chancellor, expecting a smile.

Instead he got a blank expression — which quickly turned into a loud bark of laughter and a grandfatherly grin. He clapped his hands to gain the attention of the crowd and said, “Oh, I believe our brave Hero and his friends have earned themselves a night out for something as innocent and delightful as milkshakes, don’t you say?”

The crowd laughed and nodded; there was scattered applause, and it was done.

Anakin winked at the Chancellor and then turned on the spot, he and Ahsoka striding out the room with Obi-Wan trapped in the middle, waving and bowing at anyone who smiled in their direction.

The three of them escaped out of the ballroom, down the flight of stairs, and out onto the grand balcony overlooking the landing platform, where their ship was waiting in the semi-darkness of the Coruscant night.

Anakin and Ahsoka turned at the same time to look at Obi-Wan, each of them still holding on to one of the Master’s arms.

There was a long silence.

Obi-Wan stared tiredly down at the speeder for a very long time.

Anakin looked at his Padawan nervously.

But then Obi-Wan’s lips twitched beneath his beard, and then he chuckled, and then he burst into uproarious laughter. The sound was infectious; relieved and excited, the other two clung to him and laughed, all of them half-leaning on the railing, cackling like idiots.

They laughed until they ran out of breath, and then laughed a little more.

After a long while, Obi-Wan disentangled his arms from their controlling grips but immediately settled them back, one on Anakin’s shoulder and the other resting on Ahsoka’s back. “I think,” he said, “I promised you milkshakes. Dex’s?”

“Oh, I definitely remember you saying that!” Ahsoka said. “Dex’s is great.”

“Yeah, and you also definitely said you’d pay,” Anakin wheedled.

“No,” Obi-Wan said firmly.

“Awww. Worth a shot,” Anakin whispered to his Padawan.

Obi-Wan smiled. “I said I’d pay for Ahsoka’s. You, my Knighted former Padawan, can pay for your own dessert.”

Ahsoka cheered. Anakin groaned. They strolled off into the night, ambling without haste or urgency or fear, connected by light touches of the hands and arms, and by something deeper and unseen and familial.

There would be time for the war and politics later.

Right now, they were late for dessert.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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It's Heartbreak Or It's Love, There's No Such Thing As Halfway

Guy Gardner x Lantern!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst, Death

Author's Note: Based on this ask right here that I finally managed to do! Enjoy my angsty story! -Thorne

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Green Lanterns had a well-known reputation for being the worst luck bearers in the entire universe. Girlfriends stuffed in refrigerators, taken over by the embodied parasite of fear, family dying, personally dying, you name it, they’d been it, seen it, and felt it. Of course, the Four Corpsmen took that as a personal challenge to see who could have the worst luck amongst each other, and when Guy Gardner returned to Oa with a woman dressed in an orange exo-suit and bearing the Orange Lantern Corps symbol in tow, they decided that he had the worst luck.

Hal watched the woman poke around the room they’d all stepped into—and locked the doors—asking, “Where’d you find her?”

“I don’t know.” Guy said. “But she won’t leave me alone.”

“Why not?” Kyle piped in.

“Because she wants my ring.” He reached over and yanked the vase out of the woman’s hands. “No.”

“Mine.” She hissed, trying to take it back and he pointed at her.

“Do you want me to get out the leash again?”

Her face contorted and she went quiet, seeming to shrink on herself. “No.”

“Then behave.” Guy scowled, putting the vase back, then he looked at them. “See. This is what I’ve been dealing with for the past four days.”

“Can’t you just tell her to leave you alone?” John asked, carefully avoiding the woman as she walked behind them, knowing she was probably going for a ring.

“I did.” The Lantern retorted with a glower. “She won’t leave me alone.”

Hal waltzed right up to her, getting in her face. “Hey, you.”

She bared her teeth as if she were going to bite him and Guy griped, “No biting. We don’t bite each other.”

“Why won’t you leave our friend alone?” Hal asked and she pointed at Guy.

“Want the ring.”

“You can’t have my ring.” He shot back. “I need it.”

“Want it.”

“You can’t have it.”

“Not leaving,” she finalized, then her eyes widened, and she reached out, grabbing Hal’s wrist. “You have one too!”

The pilot was quick to yank his hand away before she could peel the ring from his finger. “No.” he warned. “We don’t take rings.”

“But I want one!” she bemoaned. “It’s pretty and I want it!”

Kyle all but collapsed on the floor in laughter. “Oh my God, we’re stuck with a gold digger. Hey, Hal, hide your wallet before she becomes another girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” he griped, and Guy shook his head.

“She’s not a girl. I don’t even know what she is.”

“What?” they all blurted out, glancing at him, then to her.

“Are you kidding me? I was on a planet that had no intelligent lifeforms. She just appeared out of nowhere and latched onto my arm.” He rolled his shoulder. “‘Bout yanked my freakin’ arm off trying to get the ring.”

“So…what is she—it?” Kyle asked, then he knelt beside her, watching curiously as she pried at one of the vents and stuck her hand inside, wiggling around for whatever she could find. “What are you?”

“Shax’ods.” She answered, then grunted when she found nothing in the vent, slinking to the next vent. “From Shaxodia.”

“That’s the planet I was on.” Guy murmured.

“Are Shaxiod’s like humans?” Kyle questioned.

She turned on him, hissing, “Shax’ods. Not Shaxiods.”

He flinched. “Sorry. Shax’ods. What exactly are they?”

“My kind,” she said, pulling open a drawer. “Shapeless. Colorless. Sentient.”

“If you’re supposed to be those, how’d you manage to become a human woman?” John inquired, regarding her as she pulled out what looked like coins and went through them, pocketing the shiniest ones.

“Wanted his ring. Couldn’t get it. Scanned it. Saw his memories. Took on image based on humans encountered.” She looked at Guy. “Can I have your ring?”

“No.” He grunted and she hissed darkly, going back to scrounging around the small drawer.

With her occupied for the moment, they huddled together, whispering fiercely. “What are we supposed to do about her?” Hal asked. “We can’t hurt her.”

“We can send her back to Larfleeze?” Kyle offered. “Isn’t he the boss of the Orange Lanterns?”

“There was only supposed to be one Orange Lantern because the greedy bastard sits on his pile of rings like Gollum.” Guy said, glancing up to see her fiddling with the door. “Where’d you get your power ring?” he called out, and her shoulders rose like she’d been caught stealing.

“Found it,” she answered. “All on my own.” She turned, meeting their eyes. “Hungry. Where is food?”

“We’ll eat later. Sit down in the chair over there.” When she scowled and didn’t move, he constructed a leash. “Do we have to—”

“No!” she shouted, prowling to the chair where she flopped down and tapped her foot obnoxiously.

“I thought Orange Lanterns were supposed to be mindless, greedy things. No coherent thoughts.” John observed her. “She’s intelligent and sentient, capable of listening to commands when someone tells her to do something.” He looked at them. “She’s different.”

Guy’s eyes narrowed. “Nice observation. Got any others?”

“Maybe we can help her get the ring off?” John offered.

***

Turns out trying to remove an Orange Lantern’s ring was like putting a cat in water. She fought tooth and nail against every construct and hand that came at her and refused to surrender her ring, even if they reasoned that she would be better without it. That ring wasn’t going anywhere from her hand, and she wasn’t leaving them anytime soon—she was their problem now.

But as the months went by, she became…less greedy, if it were believable. Her speech bettered too, now that she had to interact with humans all time, she picked up on their speech fairly quickly. She’d picked out a name for herself, “(Y/N)”—no one knew where she’d learned it, but she liked it and “it was hers”.

(Y/N) gained a few enemies within the Green Lantern Corps too. Not many people trusted her, and they had a fair reason—she couldn’t help the sticky fingers and more often than not, Guy had to drag her around and make her apologize whilst she returned the knickknacks she’d grabbed when they hadn’t been looking.

But she was a good fighter, and everyone was surprised when (Y/N)’d backed them up in a fight, though she fought savagely and with one purpose but to obtain whatever she wanted from their corpses. Guy spent a lot of time with her, working with her greed, training her to fight less savagely and use her head more.

And to their shock, she’d calmed down a bit, though she was still an Orange Lantern, and everyone knew it. Though they couldn’t deny that she’d wormed her way into their hearts with her easily annoyed spirit and character.

***

(Y/N) stomped into the med bay, plopping down on one of the treatment beds. “Heal me.”

Hal blinked, looking at her with confusion, one hand still scratching at the sheet of paper. “Excuse me?”

“Heal. Me.” She commanded. “I am sick and I need healing.”

“I’m not a doctor but I’ll do my best,” he replied, walking over. “What seems to be the problem?”

“This body reacts oddly,” (Y/N) answered. “The organs flutter and beat fast. I do not like it and I want it to stop.” Hal cocked a brow, reaching up to feel her throat. “What are you doing?” she accused, glaring at him.

He glared right back. “I’m trying to feel your lymph nodes, (Y/N). That’s how human doctors learn people are sick.” She eyed him, but let Hal continue, and he placed his pointer and ring at one side of her throat, his thumb on the other. Gently, he massaged up and down, then said, “Swallow for me.”

She did so and he frowned. “Nothing seems wrong.” He constructed a stethoscope, putting it on.

“What is that?” (Y/N) worried.

“Stethoscope. I can listen to your heart and other organs for that fluttering you’re talking about.” Hal’s brows furrowed and after a moment, he pulled away. “I don’t hear anything, (Y/N). Your heart is beating normally for someone in your condition.”

“And that is?” she asked.

“Healthy.”

Before she could speak, Guy burst through the doors and sprinted to a drawer. “Hi guys! Bye guys!” he disappeared as quickly as he’d come with a bunch of bandages in his arms.

“I don’t even want to know what that was—”

“The organs are fluttering!” (Y/N) shouted, grabbing the end of the stethoscope; she yanked Hal over and he jerked to his knees in front of her with a grunt, though he went still when he heard the rapid thumping from her chest. “You hear it!” she exclaimed with wide eyes. “See! I am sick!”

Hal gazed at her curiously, then reached up with a free hand, softly pressing his palm to her cheek. “What—what are you doing?”

He grinned. “You’re not sick, (Y/N).”

“I am!” she retorted. “These organs are beating rapidly, and I feel sick.”

“You’re in love.” He nodded his head to the doors. “And I’m going to guess that since Guy was the one that made your heart race, that he’s the one you’re in love with.”

(Y/N) went as still as a wooden board, eyes wide with shock, then she jerked up and away from him. “Do not tell a soul.”

“It’s not a bad—”

“NO ONE!” she bellowed. “TELL NO ONE!”

Hal raised his hands in defense. “Alright. I won’t tell anyone.”

She seemed flustered, scared and she spun on her heel, running for the doors.

***

And as the year stretched on, Hal realized that (Y/N)’s only other emotion than total greed, was love. She followed Guy around like a puppy, always handing him trinkets she had in her pockets, and if Hal didn’t feel such a pity for the hopeless woman, he would’ve found it endearing.

He also realized that she had no idea how to express love besides using her greed. And he only realized it when she’d shown up at his room in the middle of the Oa night and demanded he tell her how to show affection. He’d tried his best, having to bite back laughter at how her face pinched and she squirmed with discomfort at having to share her feelings and everything she had.

“Guy’s not…a typical…guy…you know?”

“No.”

“Okay, I could’ve phrased that better. Guy’s not impressed by words. He likes action. Actions speak louder than words to him.”

“Actions are inanimate. They do not speak.”

“Yeah, but…okay, say that you told Guy you liked his haircut.”

“I do.”

“I know you do, but you didn’t let me finish. If you told Guy, he’d probably brush it off. But! If you gave him a six back of beer, he’d thank you and crack one open right there.”

“So…I should find alcohol for him?”

“I mean it’s that or a playboy.”

“What is a playboy?”

“Just find alcohol.”

“…Where?”

“I’ll show you.”

And God, he wished he hadn’t because all she did was thrust the beer in Guy’s hands and stomp off, leaving his friend more confused than anything. Hal had pulled him aside the day after and explained the situation, even though he’d sworn not to. And when (Y/N) found out—and she only did because Guy distanced the two of them—she was not happy.

She was furious and cursing him in a language not even his ring could translate. (Y/N)’d screamed and cursed so much that Hal Jordan actually feared that he was going to be killed by her. That or she was going to become a Red Lantern, and he didn’t know what was worse. But when tears had fallen down her cheeks and she’d yelled, “It was not your right!” Hal felt terrible about opening his mouth.

And then when Guy had brought an old flame to a party, Hal watched (Y/N)’s emotions reach a boiling point and he’d narrowly managed to get her out of the room and to a distant field before she completely exploded. When she’d calmed though…it was a sorry sight to behold.

“My organs hurt.”

“Yeah, heartbreak’s a bitch.”

“My heart is not breaking.”

“It’s a figure of speech, (Y/N). It means you’re sad.”

“Oh…I see.”

“Yeah.”

“It is because I am an Orange Lantern, is it not?”

“I don’t think so. Guy’s just…not sharing your feelings.”

“His lover is pretty.”

“She is.”

“I want to be loved.”

“We all do. But there’s other fish in the sea.”

“What?”

“There’s someone else out there for you.”

“I want Guy. He…sees me.”

“He sees everybody. That’s why he’s a good friend.”

“Yes…a good…friend.”

***

Hal cursed, looking at Guy and (Y/N). “You two get back into space and see if you can find where that signal went. We’ll stay here and defend the territory.”

“Got it.” Guy answered, looking back at her. “Ready?”

“Yes.” They shot to the sky and burst through the atmosphere, ready to start scanning when Guy cursed, and she glanced back at him. “What is it?”

He didn’t get a single word out when the bright green ring suddenly went dead, and his suit faded. (Y/N)’s eyes went wide as Guy’s hands went to his throat, eyes going saucer wide, and she reached out, enveloping him in orange light.

Going to his knees, he hacked and grabbed his head. “Shit, my head.”

“Your ring is dead,” she observed. “I thought you charged it?”

“Forgot.” He shook his head. “We were so tired last night that I went to bed.” He looked up at her. “Can you call them?”

“Yes. Let me—”

Warning. Ring power low. Battery at two percent.

(Y/N)’s eyes shot to her ring; he caught it. “What? What’s wrong?”

“My ring is dying too.” She murmured, then glanced between the ring on her hand and Guy. “I have to choose.” Her head turned, eyes darting to the nearby planet. “It should have enough power to get you there before it dies.”

“What are you talking about?” Guy beat on the bubble he was encased in. “(Y/N), what are you doing?”

“…The right thing.” (Y/N) floated to the bubble, placing her palm to where his was. “I know why you never felt the same. I am…a monster. Consumed by greed.” She shook her head. “I cannot feel like humans do. I am broken…but you made me think it was possible. That I could be worthy of love.” Her eyes were watery. “Of your love, Guy.”

“(Y/N),” he breathed, and she pursed her lips.

“I want to be someone you can love. I want to be someone you smile when you think about, not be ashamed of.” Pulling back, she distanced herself. “I can change. I promise I can change. I can be more than my greed.”

She raised her hand again, commanding, “Take him to the surface. Low power mode. Only exo-suits, no powers.”

With a blink, the ring came off her finger and she fought to keep herself from yanking it out of the air and putting it back on; it flew through the bubble and slid onto Guy’s hand though he was the one fighting to keep it off.

“No! (Y/N) no! Take it back!”

She smiled as the suit started disappearing from her feet and sliding up Guy’s feet. “I am doing what you would do. I am saving you.”

“I would save us both!” he shouted, eyes terrified as the suit freed her hips. “Don’t do this!”

“I have to save you,” she comforted. “Even if I cannot save myself too.” (Y/N) searched his eyes. “Thank you for making me feel like I belonged, Guy Gardner.”

“(Y/N)!”

The exo-suit disappeared from her body and the bubble popped; Guy watched in horror as she tried to breathe in but without oxygen, she couldn’t. Moments passed but they felt like hours and her eyes found his, the corner of her mouth quirking up as she went still, a trail of blood freezing on her skin as it dripped from her nose.

And Guy shot to the surface of the planet, commanded by the Avarice Ring, screaming his throat hoarse.

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makeste · 4 years ago

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so let’s talk about the new bak-u-go stuff

hey guys, so long story short, I took all of the bak-u-go stuff out of my weekly liveblog/recap post, and put it into its own separate post so that it didn’t take over the recap completely. so this is my big “all of my thoughts about the second OFA user’s vestige in chapter 304” post, basically.

my opinion going into the chapter

okay so without mincing words, my very controversial stance on this theory going in was more or less, “yes, I do think that maybe that Bakugou-shaped shadow who looks exactly like Bakugou could, in fact, be Bakugou.” not only that, but it strikes me as much more feasible than the alternatives, “Bakugou’s ancestor who looks exactly like him was the second user of OFA for some reason, and Horikoshi keeps hiding his face because... we don’t really know”, or “this is just some random guy with spiky hair, and again his face is being hidden just because.”

like, there is some reason we’re not allowed to know what he looks like, especially at this point. and writing-wise, there are really only three possible explanations for this. (1) it’s a red herring meant to trick us for some reason, (2) his character design hasn’t been completed yet, or (3) something about this character’s appearance is a spoiler, and the reveal is supposed to be a surprise.

regarding (1), I actually think this is the case with the Third. clearly he is not Kirishima as some had speculated. he doesn’t appear to be familiar at all. so if that’s the case, why is his face also being hidden? my theory is that it’s simply to lampshade the fact that the Second is being hidden as well. if Second was the only vestige whose face we couldn’t see, it would be beyond obvious at that point that he was someone familiar to us. having another vestige doing the same weird stuff makes him stand out slightly less.

anyways though, as far as Second himself being a red herring, I guess he could be. but a red herring for what? not to say it isn’t possible, but I don’t really see what the purpose would be.

regarding (2), this is a remote possibility, but imo it would be pretty uncharacteristic of Horikoshi. plus by this point he’s had more than enough time to flesh the design out. all of the other vestige character designs are completed, and we’ve seen all of Second and Third except their fronts and faces by this point. so I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this isn’t the reason.

which leaves (3): this character’s identity is important in some way, and is being purposely kept secret. this to me implies that it must be someone we know (because otherwise it wouldn’t be a spoiler). which basically means that no matter what, the possibilities are about to get weird.

my thoughts on the new “evidence” in the chapter

first off, my biggest impression is that there really isn’t much new evidence at all either way lol. but okay, let’s review what we got.

I’m ignoring Third at this point because I honestly have no idea who he is. he may very well be someone we haven’t met yet, so I don’t think there’s much point in speculating. so let’s focus on Second instead.

the hair

first off, his hair isn’t quite right to be Bakugou’s. it’s darker than Bakugou’s hair usually is, at least in the close-up, and also the hair on the nape of his neck doesn’t quite look right; it’s got more of an undercut vibe than Bakugou’s usually does. Bakugou’s hair is usually more out-of-control dandelion puff from the back.

so yeah, I’m not sold by this image. though on the other hand, I will say that as far as the argument that his hair is too dark, that’s undermined by the wide angle panel right before the close-up in which his hair isn’t colored in at all.

so yeah, it could just be something about the lighting in the close-up. also, the RHA scan seems to have upped the contrast a bit more than the original image.

here it doesn’t seem to be quite as dark compared to the wall he’s standing against. I could be wrong, though; we’ll get a better idea when the official version is released in a couple days.

but overall the style of the hair seems more off to me than the color. on the whole, I’m not really convinced either way here, so I’ll move on.

the rest of him

okay so first off, obviously this is not Bakugou’s current hero costume in any way, shape or form. honestly my first thought was “what is Shippuuden-era Naruto doing here in the OFA Mystical Space Land” lol. so yeah, no idea what that’s all about.

however he does have gauntlets! so this is definitely someone with some sort of arm or hands-related quirk. and Kacchan does have a new gauntlet design that we’ll see in movie 3, so it’s not outside the realm of possibility that these could be another new design along those lines. that said, these are clearly not his current big ugly grenade-style gauntlets.

last but not least, this person seems older than Bakugou, which for me makes me considerably less enthused about the possibilities here, since I’m a weirdo who likes the idea of a timeskip even less than most people seem to like the idea of time travel, lol. then again there really isn’t much here to support that “he seems older” statement; that’s just the general vibe I get from him, idk.

I will say though that he has Kacchan’s same triangle-shaped torso with the same broad shoulders and upper back tapering down into a more slender build. that stuck out to me right away when I looked at this image. but he really does give off Naruto vibes as well lol, like I can’t unsee it sob.

anyway, and last but not least,

the hidden faces

because so far most of the attention seems to be on their appearances. but those aside, this chapter introduces a very interesting question that this mystery will have to address one way or the other. namely, why are these two vestiges turned around and not interacting with the others?

“so that we can’t see their faces, duh” -- no, I get that, lol. but let’s talk in-story explanation now. why are they huddled in the time-out corner not moving or speaking? what could possibly be the reason for that. we can see them clearly enough, so we know that they’re “unlocked” and fully formed in that sense. All Might’s vestige is the only one that’s not yet visible, and supposedly that’s because he was quirkless?? and so he didn’t have a quirk factor that could be passed down through OFA initially. though I didn’t quite understand all of that part tbh.

but so then what’s the deal with these two losers? are they just antisocial or what? OFA First says that the vestige souls which were chilling out inside of OFA gradually gained the ability to take a physical form as OFA grew more powerful. and these two clearly have taken a physical form. so then why don’t they talk? there are only a few explanations for this that I can see.

(1) it could be that these guys are still alive, just like All Might (who doesn’t seem to be able to speak either, although the other vestiges can communicate with him in other ways).

(2) or, these guys are purposely hiding from Deku for some reason. (or at least, hiding as best as they can in this weird little rock slab floating in space.)

that’s it. if anyone else can think of more possibilities let me know because I’ve been sitting here racking my brain lol. this is all I can come up with. and honestly, either of these explanations would be suspicious as hell, theory-wise. if these two vestiges are still alive, that almost guarantees time travel right there. and if it’s simply that they’re hiding themselves from Deku, then that begs the question of why. which, again, leads us back to “they’re familiar, and Deku would recognize them.” (though that last bit goes against what I was saying earlier about the Third, doesn’t it. honestly I’m just spitballing here now, I haven’t really thought this all out too thoroughly.)

soooo... yeah. that’s pretty much where I’m at. nothing about this seems to make any more sense than it did a chapter ago tbh. though I will end this post by addressing one more thing, just cuz.

“this theory is dumb and makes no sense”

the correct statement to make here isn’t “this makes no sense”; it’s “we don’t know what’s going on yet.” if and when we finally get an explanation, then we can start making judgments about how much sense it does or doesn’t make. but until then we have nothing to base that verdict on.

same thing with “it’s dumb” -- look, “I hate time travel plots because they rarely work” is a valid opinion. but “rarely” isn’t the same thing as “never.” there are good time travel plots out there. idk why everyone keeps rolling with the assumption that this is going to be some cliche plot hole-filled science fiction bs narrative with a tragic ending. we have literally nothing to base that on. we have no answers and a whole lot of questions, is what we have.

maybe it will be disproven! or maybe it won’t, and it will be exactly as awful as everyone thinks and it will ruin the manga entirely. or maybe it will actually be really cool. we don’t know yet. that’s my one and only conclusion here -- that we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. but then again I guess it wouldn’t be BnHA fandom if we didn’t. anyway so thus concludes my post.

#bnha 304 #bakugou katsuki #bak-u-go #bnha theories #bnha meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #and now I gotta get back to editing the recap post which is a hot mess rn lol #I might be later than usual with that today #it was a weird chapter and I had to read multiple translations to figure out wth was going on #but anyways

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grailfinders · 3 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #190 & 191

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re providing you a horror double feature- Mecha-Eli chan and Mecha-Eli chan Mk. II! Since they’re nearly identical (in NA) all you have to change between one and the other is how you roleplay. But hey, you technically get an extra build this week, go you!

Both of these servants are 100% Armorer Artificers for some fancy techno-gadgets built into their metal bodies.

Check out their builds breakdown below the cut, or their characters sheet over here!

Next up: She’s got so many pigs around her you’d think she opened a doughnut shop!

Race and Background

Shockingly, the robots... are robots. Specifically, Warforged, which gives them +2 Constitution and +1 Intelligence. They also get Constructed Resilience, which makes you a better ruler since you don’t need to eat, drink, breathe, sleep, or get sick, you get advantage and resistance to poison saves and damage. Elisabeth might get sick from eating all that candy, but you won’t even be tempted.

Instead of sleeping, you take a Sentry’s Rest, spending 6 hours in a still state- you can still see, but you can’t move without breaking the rest.

Integrated Protection gives you your first armored casing, adding +1 to your AC. You can also don armor by fusing it to your body over an hour, letting you wear heavy armor without having to take off your tutu.

Finally, you get a Specialized Design, giving you proficiency with Performance and one set of tools. If you want to get your Elisabeth on, I’d suggest Bagpipes, so you can clear the room just as fast as she can.

Being a robot makes your background a bit complicated, but you were made to rule Castle Csejte Pyramid Himeji so we’ll call you a Noble, which gives you proficiency with History and Persuasion. If you’re playing Mk. II, swap the latter over to Intimidation, boom, roleplay changes done.

Ability Scores

Your highest score should be Intelligence, you have a supercomputer for a brain, it’s not a huge stretch. Constitution comes next, aside from Babbage you’re the only servant made out of iron. So far. Your Strength should also be pretty good, while you do shoot people, you also hit them, and you have one of the most damaging NPs in the game when ignoring type advantage. Your Charisma isn’t bad per se, but your delivery does get a little stiff from time to time. Your Wisdom isn’t that great, neither of you really “get” people. Yes, humans might take offense at being forced to stay in their homes their entire natural lives. That means we’re dropping Dexterity. Your head literally falls off on a regular basis, that’s an accident that would kill most people. Also, you’re not exactly running around in leather, so it’s not like you’d need it.

Class Levels

Starting off as an Artificer gives you proficiency with Constitution and Intelligence saves, as well as two skills. Arcana is the closest thing to robotics in the forgotten realm, and Investigation will help you make a sweep of the battlefield with your robot eyes. Your first machines are made using your Magical Tinkering, adding minor effects to tiny objects. It’s not exactly the wish spell, but you can get creative with it. Speaking of Spells, you can cast and prepare those now using your Intelligence. All you have to do is be smart. Grab the cantrip Mage Hand for a non-combat use for your rocket arm, and Sword Burst so you can try spinning to damage nearby enemies with your tail. I hear it’s a neat trick. You can also cast first level spells, like Feather Fall and Jump (it’s almost flying), as well as Catapult for a prototype rocket arm. Also, if you can spare the slots, grab Detect Magic for robo scanning.

For more substantive mechanics, you’ll have to Infuse Items over a long rest, creating two items from a choice of four blueprints, both of which will go up in number as you level up. Right now, I’d suggest grabbing Goggles of Night and Sending Stones for recon missions, an Enhanced Arcane Focus for better bullets later, and an Armor of Magical Strength for a suit of armor that can either add your intelligence modifier to strength checks and saves or prevent you from getting knocked prone. Doing either spends one of six charges, which partially get refilled at dawn.

Moving to the Armorer subclass dumps you into a proper heavy armor setup, but you can make it even more impressive by turning it into Arcane Armor. This lets you ignore the strength requirements for heavy armor (which you can wear now), and you can use the armor as a spellcasting focus. There’s also stuff about the armor being a part of you, but that’s already true thanks to being a warforged. As the guardian of Hungary you get the Guardian Model, which gives you cool Thunder Gauntlets that use your Intelligence to attack instead of your strength. Creatures that you punch this way have disadvantage against other creatures for a round. It can also produce a Defensive Field as a bonus action, giving you your level in temporary HP, up to Proficiency times per long rest. Finally, you get some free armorer spells to go along with your new outfit. Magic Missiles do a good job of standing in for bullets, and Thunderwave gives you a finale for your Breast Zero Erzsébet.

Your first Ability Score Improvement is going towards making your regular attacks even more powerful with the Crusher feat, rounding up your Strength and making your fists able to shove a creature they hit once per turn, moving a large or smaller creature 5′ away. Your critical hits also give all other attacks against that creature advantage. (Catapult is a save, so I don’t think they work together, but that’s a DM thing, I guess.)

Fifth level armorers get an Extra Attack per action, so you can make enemies taste both of your hands each turn. You also get second level spells, like Mirror Image to put together some cheap factory-made knockoffs to take damage for you and Shatter for more sound-based pain. You can also prepare spells like Levitate for your first taste of flight, Enlarge/Reduce to make yourself the giant mecha you were born to be, See Invisibility for more robo-scanners, and Pyrotechnics for some movie magic.

Sixth level artificers get Tool Expertise, doubling their proficiency with all proficient tools. Now you’ll be really good at clearing out a bar with your bagpipes. You also get two more Infusions, with one more up at a time. Some Resistant Armor will make you deaf to your own music with resistance to thunder damage, or you can customize it to block out plenty of other types, like acid, cold, fire, force, lightning, necrotic, poison, psychic, radiant, or thunder. Makes a great gift for the totem barbarians in your party! You also get a Spell-Refueling Ring, because pretty soon you’ll be flying, and the worst thing you can do while flying is run out of spell slots. As an action, you’ll recover a 3rd level or lower spell slot once per day.

At seventh level, your Flashes of Genius make your smarts even smarter, letting you add your intelligence modifier as a reaction to nearby checks or saves Intelligence Modifier times per long rest. You were literally built to do everything for your subjects, it only makes sense that you’d be good at it.

Use this ASI to bump up your Intelligence for stronger spells, stronger punches, and more flashes of genius. You take a little bit to get warmed up, but that’s true of most computers.

Ninth level armorers can make Armor Modifications, turning your armor into four items for the purpose of infusion, and you can infuse an extra 2 items specifically if they’re part of your armor. That’ll be really cool next level, but what’s really cool right now is your third level spells, including the freebies Hypnotic Pattern and Lightning Bolt. I would’ve preferred fireball, but we’ll take what we can get for big guns. You can also prepare spells like Fly to fly under your own power instead of awkwardly levitating like a balloon, Haste to overclock your computer, and Intellect Fortress to lord your superior brain over the fleshlings, giving you resistance to psychic damage, and advantage on intelligence, wisdom, and charisma saves.

When you hit tenth level you become a Magic Item Adept, partially because you’re a magic item. This means you get an extra attunement slot, and crafting common or uncommon items is a lot cheaper and faster. You also learn the Fire Bolt cantrip for more options from your guns. On top of all that, you get two more infusion blueprints, and can have one more made at a time. I’d pick up some Winged Boots for concentration free flight up to 4 hours a day, and a Helm of Awareness to give a creature advantage on initiative rolls and immunity to being surprised. You don’t really wear a helmet, but you give one to Guda during the valentines events, so now you can do that in game.

At eleventh level, you can make Spell-Storing Items at the end of a long rest, shoving a 1st or 2nd level artificer spell into a weapon or focus. A creature can cast that spell from the item up to twice your Intelligence modifier times, and it is as powerful as if you cat it yourself. You can only have one spell stored this way at a time.

I really wanted to multiclass into sorcerer this build, but to be honest the final level of artificer is too good to really pass up. So instead, use this ASI to become a Metamagic Adept, gaining two sorcery points and two ways to spend them. Most of your spells are really just part of your body, so a Subtle spell will make that more obvious by making the casting less obvious. You won’t need somatic or verbal components. Alternatively, you can use a Careful spell to turn your giant blasty spells into something slightly more controlled, automatically letting one creature make their save against the spell. You use a lot of firepower for a single-target NP.

Thirteenth level artificers get fourth level spells. Fire Shield and Greater Invisibility aren’t in character, but they are useful, and using useful things is in character. You can also cast spells like Stoneskin, which is an understatement if anything, Summon Construct or Fabricate to build extra Elis, and Arcane Eye for your very own security drone. I also recommend grabbing the glyph of warding from level 3 so you can fully stock your castle with summoned versions of yourself to attack intruders.

Fourteenth level artificers are Magic Item Savants, letting you ignore all restrictions for magic item use, and you can attune to five items at a time. You also get the Prestidigitation cantrip for easy 3d printing, and two more infusions, plus one more built at a time. Grab the Belt of Hill Giant Strength for a whopping 21 strength, and an Arcane Propulsion Arm for a proper rocket punch. That last one does come with a pretty hefty price though- you will have to chop an arm off to put this one on. (Your armor will replace the arm if you have to make space for another infusion though, so it’s not all bad.) Annoyingly, this arm also deals force damage for some fucking reason, so you can’t use crusher on this either. I’d let you just punch people normally though.

Fifteenth level armorers get their final goody, giving them Perfected Armor. Now your guardian model lets you spend a reaction to pull a huge or smaller creature closer to you at the end of its turn if it fails a strength save, and if it’s pulled into melee range you can wollop it as part of the reaction. You can do this Proficiency times per long rest. We’ll consider this a giant hand giving them a nudge in your direction.

Another ASI, use this one for more Intelligence. Now you have the strongest and most flashes, as well as super strong spells and force punches.

At seventeenth level you get fifth level spells, like the freebies Passwall and Wall of Force. Technically it’s invisible, but a giant hand cupping around you to block damage is totally possible. Speaking of giant hands, Bigby’s Hand lets you make a giant mecha hand that actually acts like a hand for once. Yes, we are fitting Mecha Eli’s bit from Las Vegas in here. You can also use Creation to make an exact copy of your body, and Animate Objects to bring it to life. It’s not as powerful as the original, but that’s what you get with factory-made goods.

Eighteenth level artificers are Magic Item Masters, letting you attune to six items at once. You also get another two blueprints with another one built at the same time, so unless you’re powerbuilding grab another Arcane Propulsion Arm for two rocket fists, and a Ring of Protection for a bonus to your AC and saves.

Use your last ASI to become Tough, for 38 extra HP right away and another two when you level up again. You are literally made of steel. Come on.

Your capstone level grants you a Soul of Artifice, which is pretty busted. You get a bonus to all saves equal to the number of magic items you’re attuned to, and if you would drop to 0 HP you can end one of your infusions instead, sticking around at 1 HP. We weren’t able to make your mass-production work out that well, but if you have to die 9 times to actually go down, I’d count that as extra copies.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You’re hard as hell to kill. With your lowest save being a +6 and the ability to add 5 to any save you don’t like the look of, magic will just slide right off you. Plus, with an AC of 20, just over 200 HP, and temporary HP from the guardian model, you have a lot of health to chew through from martial classes as well.

And that’s assuming they can even hit you! Flight is awesome, giving you plenty of mobility to avoid most combatants entirely and rain down fists and hellfire from a safe distance.

This build is highly customizable, with tons of tricks and gadgets to swap out as the situation calls for them.

Cons:

You’re super reliant on magical items to protect you, so if you get caught up in an anti-magic field it won’t be fun. Like, most artificers will have an awkward fight, but you won’t have arms.

While you have a lot of infusion options, you can’t have all of them up at once. That means you’ll have to make hard decisions constantly, and basically predict the future each long rest.

Two of the feats we took aren’t really that great, and probably should have gone towards better stats. Crusher only works on your regular punches, which are outclassed by your magic weapons, and you only get two weak uses of Metamagic per day.

#fate grand order #fgo #DND 5e #D&D #Mecha Eli Chan #artificer

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lifesabe-ch · 5 years ago

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sugar momma - jj m.

summary: you forget you had plans with JJ, so you make him tag along with what your doing. he swears he isn’t enjoying it... but he definitely is

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: none

a/n: more JJ. whoops. anyway, I wanted to do some kook stuff without the reader being all “I hate my life!” so... enjoy this mix of worlds :)

As you pushed open the door, you were greeted by a number of potent smells. The polishes were arranged neatly in rows, and the flower pots were freshly watered. The decor of the salon was simply enough, with black furniture and red accent pieces all around. The TVs on the wall were even on, playing some day time television show, the sound softly occupying the small space, save for some classical music seemingly coming from a back room. The space itself was air conditioned and the people seemed friendly enough. All and all, it was nice.

“This place has power and we don’t?”

Glancing over at JJ you shushed him lightly, smiling apologetically to the middle aged woman who was now giving the two of you a once over.

In a more hushed tone, he added, “Plus, it smells.”

Watching as he wrinkled his nose dramatically, you sighed, “Stop being such a baby. It won’t take long, then we can hang out.”

“Why can’t you just get your nails done tomorrow?”

“Because,” You said, already taking in all the polishes on the wall, searching for any color that stood out to you. “My mom is having this party and she needs me to look nice.”

“Ah, right. Forgot kooks have a standard to meet.”

Shoving him softly, you let his comment slide. You were used to hearing passing comments being made about kooks by JJ. Even before the two of you had started hooking up, you were used to the kook comments from his friend group.

Truth be told, you were an unlikely match. At first, the two of you couldn’t even look at each other. Your circles were taught to hate one another. But one summer, after your father had hired him to work on his boat, you realized that he wasn't all that bad. Sure, it took a little time for the two of you to warm up to the idea of one another, but that didn’t stop you from hooking up behind everyone’s backs. Hell, you were still doing it to this day.

No one knew the two of you were together. You always figured it’d be too much of a hassle to have to ease each other into completely different worlds. Besides, you liked having JJ all to yourself. He was your own dirty little secret.

“What about this one?”

Pulling you from your thoughts, you watched as JJ handed you a bottle he had pulled from the clear shelves. The color itself was a peachy orange shade. It wasn't so light that you could barely see it, but the orange tones weren’t so prominent that it was practically fluorescent. It was a perfect balance. And, it matched the dress he had seen hung on your door after sneaking into your room.

You grinned, getting on your tiptoes to lightly press a kiss to his lips, “It’s perfect.”

His annoyance seemed to disappear only momentarily, because as soon as you had made your way over to the free nail tech, he was already whining.

“Y/N, I’m thirsty.”

You sighed, “I have water in the car.”

He scoffed, “But it’s hot water.”

Having overheard your dilemma, the nail tech gestured to a small fridge in the corner, “We have water, if you’d like some.”

Grumbling as he walked over to grab himself one, he sipped it slightly as he stood over you once again.

In no time, he was back to whining, his hand finding his way to your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Hey, are you almost done?”

“JJ… he just started.”

He groaned loudly, making you recoil from the sudden noise in your ear, “Hey!”

He ignored you, pulling out his phone and scrolling for a bit, before glancing back down at you. This time, he hadn’t even bothered to whisper.

“How long is this gonna take?”

“Like an hour,” you replied, watching as the chipped polish was wiped clean off.

“An hour?” He exclaimed, “That’s so long! You just sit here and watch him do your nails for an hour?”

You shrugged, “It’s really not that bad, JJ.”

“What am I supposed to do for an hour?”

The man still listening, mostly due to JJ’s obnoxious whispers, and not-so-whispers, glanced between the two of you, before briefly gesturing over to his coworker.

“She could do your nails if you want.”

“No,” JJ spoke instantly, shaking his head, “Not happening.”

You were on a completely different page as him, thinking the exact opposite. Maybe this way, he wouldn’t whine the whole time, “Yes! That’s a great idea.”

“No. No way. I’m not getting my nails done.”

“You are,” You said, before looking back over to the lady who was patiently waiting to see if she had just gained a customer, “He is.”

“Ugh, Y/N!” JJ whined.

“Come on! How else are you gonna spend the time? Watching me watch him do my nails?”

“I’m just gonna mess them up anyway,” he shrugged, glancing down at his dirty fingernails subconsciously.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not paying for them then.”

“No, I’m not letting you pay for me to get my nails done,” He scoffed. “You pay to get my nails done? What am I, a housewife?”

Sighing lightly, you pulled your free hand into your pocket and pulled out a credit card. Gesturing to the girl at the front desk, you handed it to her as she walked over.

“Can you charge me for two manicures?”

JJ groaned, “Ma’am, no, please don’t listen to her.”

The woman looked between the two of you, your card in hand, unsure of whose direction to follow.

Narrowing your eyes slightly at the boy, you waved him off, “Don’t listen to him. And give yourself a $20 tip, too.”

With that, she was off to swipe your card and tip herself, JJ’s argument practically unmade.

Grinning sweetly at him, you pat his arm with your free hand, “All done. Now, are you really going to make me pay for nothing?”

As the woman returned your card, he begrudgingly made his way to the chair a table over from you, watching as the person seated across from him began working.

“For the record, I’m not going to enjoy this.”

Rolling your eyes, you looked back at your own hands, shaking your head to yourself.

“Your boyfriend seems like a handful,” the man filing your nails commented, reprimanding you as you recoiled slightly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“And he’s getting his nails done for you?”

When you didn’t respond, he glanced back down at your nails, before adding, “Seems like he wants to be.”

Eager to defend yourself, you scoffed, shaking your head, “No, that’s not it. We’re not together… not like that anyway.”

“So, he’s just a sugar baby?”

Your eyes widened at the insinuation. JJ, your sugar baby? No. The two of you paid for things equally… you paying for the more pricey places the two of you visited, him paying for wherever he had chosen for you two to visit. It was fair… but glancing over at the blonde haired boy, you began to piece together why he thought that.

While you wore your most casual attire, it was still ten times pricier than what JJ had on, his loose fitting t-shirt and cargo shorts doing apparently all of the talking for the image he gave off. You didn’t mind his fashion sense. Sure, you didn’t like it, but you didn’t mind it. You liked how relaxed he looked. You also liked stealing his clothing from time to time. And you loved how his hair was always naturally tousled. It made you want to run your fingers through it, appreciating the lack of hair product he used.

As you admired the boy, you realized that the man may have been on to something. Not about the sugar baby thing, the other thing. The two of you weren’t dating, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to be. You wouldn’t mind having JJ as your boyfriend.

Realizing you hadn’t given him a response, you looked back over, shaking your head, “No, he’s not.”

He only shrugged.

The rest of the time passed in relative silence. Even JJ didn’t talk much, only asking a few questions here and there about what that was and what this did. In about an hour, like you had said earlier, the two of you were walking back to your car.

“That guy back there asked if you were my sugar baby.”

“What?” JJ sputtered, shaking his head at you as he stopped examining his nails, “No! I’m not your sugar baby.”

Laughing a bit at his reaction, you shrugged, “I didn’t say it.”

Even though you were the one driving, JJ opened the door for you before running around and getting in on the passenger's side.

As he sat down, he shook his head, mumbling, “Now I’m a sugar baby and I have my nails done. Next thing you know, I’m gonna be jumping into bed with John B.”

Poking him gently, you grinned, “Hey, he’s not that bad looking!”

“Hey! Stop that, he’s mine,” JJ joked, smiling as he got a laugh out of you.

As he scanned through your radio, the two you sat in silence. You hadn’t pulled out of your parking spot yet, instead just admiring his features.

Glancing over at you, he smirked, “Wow, already thinking about getting your hands on me again? Thought this morning would’ve been enough-”

You scoffed, cutting him off, “Shut up, asshole. He also asked if you were my boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

For the first time all day, JJ didn’t know what to say. He stared at you as he cleared his throat, fiddling with one of his rings, “What’d you say?”

“I said no.”

“Right,” He nodded. “Because we’re not dating. So… that makes sense that you said that.”

“Do you want to be?”

“What?”

“What?” You responded, shaking your head as a blush dusts across your cheeks. Uneager to repeat yourself, part of you hoped he hadn’t heard you and you could just pretend you hadn’t asked.

“Are you… are you asking me out?”

Your eyes trace along the hem of your top, desperately searching for something, anything, to look at that wasn't JJ, “Maybe? I mean, if you want. If not, we can just pretend I never asked.”

Gently lifting your chin with his hand, your eyes met his as he reached across the center console and pressed his lips to yours. It took you a moment to react, but your hand soon found its way to his hair as you got closer to meet him halfway.

Pulling away after a moment, JJ grins at you, “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“I’m really shacking up with a kook.”

“Hey!” you shout, playfully shoving him back into his seat.

He laughed, leaning back over to grab your hand, “I’m joking. But seriously, I thought you’d never ask.”

Smiling at him, you brought his hand up to your lips, kissing it softly, “Really? Part of me thought you’d say no after I made you get that manicure.”

“I mean, you’re no John B.,” you rolled your eyes at his comment, but let him continue, “But I don’t mind getting manicures every once in a while if it means I get to be your boyfriend.”

Later that day, JJ found himself back with his group of friends. The two of you had decided to keep things between the two of you for just a little while longer. At least, until you figured out how to tell everyone. So you had dropped him off near John B’s house after your afternoon together and headed home.

Now he sat on the edge of the boat, and examined his newly manicured hands, letting the sun bounce off the shiny surface, as he twisted them left and right.

John B. looked over at his friend, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead, “Dude, are you going to help?”

“I can’t,” JJ said simply. “I’m a new man, John.”

Rolling his eyes at the blonde, he paused his work on the boat’s motor and made his way over to him, “What?”

Wordlessly, JJ extended a hand, showing off his clear coated fingers. John B. examined his hands for a moment, before skeptically glancing up at his friend, “Did you get a pedicure?”

“Don’t be stupid, John. It’s called a manicure,” JJ chastised, pulling his hand away.

Making her way over, Kie stood beside John, crossing her arms over her chest, “How’d you afford that?”

“Probably stole it,” Pope added, glancing over from his spot in the shade, but not making any move to get up.

“I’ll have you know that this manicure was paid for in full. A tip was even left.”

“You shackin up with a kook now?”

Rolling his eyes, JJ shrugged, “Guess you could say I’ve got a sugar momma.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank outerbanks #jj outer banks #jj maybank x reader imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank outer banks #outer banks #outer banks imagine

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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Hey could u do a jimmy woo fic were the readers a villain he has been trying to fined

The Secrets We Keep

Summary: Jimmy and Y/N are dating but they’re keeping secrets from each other. Jimmy’s secret is that he’s a SHIELD agent and Y/N’s is that . . . she’s what you’d call a villain. When he finds her, the story of why Jimmy transferred to the FBI is told. (This is pre-2014)

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(IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jimmy Woo shaking his head ‘no’)

"Agent Woo, we have a new mission for you," Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Maria Hill, said as she approached Jimmy's desk. Her face was blank, unable to tell what she was thinking, and she held out a file to him.

Jimmy paused his conversation with his friend and colleague Agent Melinda May and turned to the woman, giving her a smile. "Oh?" He said, taking the file eagerly. His first solo mission in a while!

As Jimmy opened up the file, Maria started to explain. "You've been assigned this mission by Agent Pierce. We've been tailing this woman for awhile now and she escapes us every time. She was in S.H.I.E.L.D's custody before attacking some of our agents, escaping, and she took our information on her and gadgets with her."

Jimmy scanned the file. There was no picture of her, only a name (which was probably fake), Elizabeth Connor.

"Agent Pierce has been investigating and we think we know where she's going next: an abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D. safehouse no longer in use. We need you to go there and bring her in," Maria continued.

"Why was she in S.H.I.E.L.D's custody in the first place? And what makes you think we'll get her this time?" Jimmy asked.

Maria bit her lip. "Your first question - Director Pierce has told me not to disclose that information, not even I know the details of why she was in our custody," she admitted. "However, we think you can get her this time because we're trying a new approach: sending one Agent in, so as to not scare her off, but we're also giving you something we've been working on for awhile. She's an Inhuman with ice powers. Even though water beats fire, fire beats ice. We have a weapon that'll send heat flares at her to weaken her and a special serum that if you inject her with it, it'll block her powers," she said.

Jimmy nodded. "When do I leave?" He asked.

"Now," Maria answered.

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Jimmy was on high alert, having parked his car a few blocks away and now steadily approaching the safehouse, his new weapon at the ready. He recognized this safehouse - before it was used by S.H.I.E.L.D, Jimmy had taken his girlfriend here once for a weekend getaway. It was secluded, in the woods, and he smiled when he remembered it. He wondered what his girlfriend would be doing now. She didn't know Jimmy was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent - he wasn't allowed to tell her.

Jimmy was wearing a disguise so the woman wouldn't know it was S.H.I.E.L.D. and got closer and closer to the sarehouse. He picked the lock on the door and entered, seeing it relatively empty. He brought out his weapon but then immediately felt a chill in his side and was thrown to the floor. Not having expected this and not knowing where it was coming from, Jimmy started firing his weapon.

He scrambled to sit up and saw the woman, who was also in a disguise, running towards him. He had no idea where she had come from and immediately fired the weapon at her. It hit her in the stomach and made her falter, obviously not having expected this. It did weaken her like Maria said, but she managed to send an ice blast at Jimmy which threw his weapon to the side.

They continued to fight, neither one gaining the upper hand for long, and neither knowing who the other was. Jimmy had to admit, she was strong and was putting up a good fight even in her weakened state, but he had the upper hand. When she tackled him to the ground, Jimmy used that opportunity to grab the needle which was laced with the serum and injected her with it. After a moment, she slowly stopped struggling, and then went limp, unconscious. Jimmy pushed her to the ground and composed himself.

After taking a breath and observing the woman who was face-down unconscious, he grabbed his handcuffs from his pockets and handcuffed her wrists and ankles, before rolling her onto her back. Adrenaline was rushing through Jimmy's veins and he forced himself to calm down before pulling the mask off the woman's head.

His eye's widened and he couldn't contain his gasp. It was . . . Y/N. His girlfriend. He had just fought and handcuffed his girlfriend. Thoughts were swarming through his head and he leaned against the wall, needed a moment to think and compose his thoughts. Y/N was an Inhuman . . . who was in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody and escaped.

Jimmy looked back at her and guilt filled him. He had just knocked out his girlfriend! Even if she was a "villain" . . . The agent in him said that he should tell Maria and bring her back to S.H.I.E.L.D., but his heart protested. There had to be more to this story. Y/N was kind and loving and caring . . . she wouldn't harm a fly!

Jimmy got to his feet and carefully picked her up in his arms, carrying her over to the couch. Despite knowing that she wouldn't harm a fly . . . He couldn't help but doubt it. She never told him that she was an Inhuman, nor about S.H.I.E.L.D . . . Even if he wanted to have faith in her, did he really know her? Those were the reasons why he took the handcuffs off of her ankles but left the ones on her wrists, even if it hurt him and he was yelling at himself internally.

Jimmy then sat back in an armchair, thinking about all of the questions he was going to ask when she woke up.

Sure enough, almost a half hour later, Y/N started to stir and Jimmy sat up, watching as she opened her eyes and looked around, and her eyes went wide when she saw her boyfriend. “Jimmy?!” She said.

Jimmy frowned, not showing any emotion. With a breath and wanting to trust her, he revealed the truth. “I’m a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Y/N. I wasn’t allowed to tell you and I was assigned on a mission to find a woman who attacked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and escaped custody. Help me help you,” he said, trying to be calm.

Y/N struggled to sit up for a moment and when she realized it was because she was handcuffed, there were tears in her eyes. She could tell Jimmy wanted to believe her, but it would be hard with the evidence stacked up against her.

She took a deep breath. “I was going to tell you that I was an Inhuman. I came here, today, to try and figure it all out . . . Alexander Pierce wanted to use me for S.H.I.E.L.D. and approached me a couple years ago. I was excited to be an Agent but I soon found out I wasn’t. I was treated like a weapon. I don’t blame S.H.I.E.L.D., though, this was all Pierce who lied to me and used me. He kept me in a cell. I finally managed to escape and only ‘attacked’ agents when they attacked me. I just wanted to peacefully escape and get the information they have on me . . . I ended up grabbing a few gadgets, one of them being a cloaking device which is why you didn't see me. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. I just wanted to be free, Jimmy,” she said, and when she finished she was crying.

Jimmy frowned, deeply upset to hear this. Every part of him wanted so badly to believe her, to rip those handcuffs off of her wrists, say never-ending apologies, to hold her, and to punch Pierce. He stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“Y/N, I . . . I want to believe you-” he said.

Y/N cut him off. “I know, you need evidence. I have that,” she said.

The two engaged in a kiss and then spent the next few hours looking at evidence, having long conversations, and planning on what to do next.

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Forgotten 1/2 (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N commits suicide and the Winchester tried to cope with her death. Jack refuses to believe it so he brings her back to life. He thought things were fine until he realized Y/N didn't have any memories of them.

Warnings: mentions of depression and suicide. Make sure you check in on your friends and family. You don't know what they're going through and staying quiet about it.

Characters: Jack x reader, Sam x reader, Dean x reader, Castiel x reader, Henry Cavill as Ruben

The bunker sounded quiet and lifeless without Y/N there. The past few months, she's been going through a rough patch with her. One day, the Winchesters came back from a week long hunt to find her in the bathtub with her wrists slit.

Dean pulled out her of the tub and wrapped her in a bed sheet because he knew that Sam couldn't see Y/N like that. He also know that Sam didn't have the heart to bury her, but the image of her pale, lifeless corpse was forever seared in their brains.

This happened a few weeks after Jack killed Mary and they are barely holding themselves together. Y/N was like a big sister to Jack, and when Castiel told him what happened to her he was heartbroken. He snuck into the bunker before they burned her body and transported her to a random warehouse.

He hovered his hands over her and snapped his eyes shut to concentrate all of his power to bring Y/N back to life. After a few minutes, your body jolts up and you gasp for air. "Y/N?" Jack says excitedly.

Your Y/E/C scanned the room of broken windows and brick walls starting to detierate. Your eyebroes furrow when you see a young boy staring at you happily.

"I'm sorry but.. who are you?" You asks. His smile falls and his eyes saddened. "What? You dont know who I am?" You shake your head and add, "No idea." "I need to call Castiel," he says slowly. His jaw clenched as he eyes focused on a random spot on the bed. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and dials a number.

"Please stay here," "Who's Castiel?" You ask. "Someone you care about you. Just please stay here until we figure this out," he says, clearing in distress. "Okay." He walks towards the doorway but doesn't leave the room. "Cas, something went wrong." "Jack, what did you do?" A man with a low, scratchy voice says.

"Y/N is alive. I brought her back to life before they could burn her body," Jack explains. Burn my body? Was I murdered? Is he my killer? You think to yourself. "You what?" "She's awake now but she doesn't know who I am and I don't know what to do." Jack says all in one breathe. "Okay, where are you?"

"I don't know, some warehouse a few miles from the bunker." Jack answers. "I'm on my way, just keep an eye on her." Cas says before hanging up. Jack's gaze fall on you and your heart starts to race.

He makes his way towards you and sits back down on the chair. "Don't be nervous, Y/N. I would never hurt you. You're like a sister to me."

"What happened to me?" "I think Cas is better at explaining that than I am." You cross your legs and push your hair back so it's out of your face. "Can I lay on you?" He asks. "What?"

You barely even know this kid, but honestly, he does look like a kid. A kid that's been through a lot more than he should have, you give in.

You let out a slow sigh before scooting over on the bed. The bed creaks with every movement and you were surprised it didn't collapse under you.

Jack sits down next to you and lays his head where your shoulder and chest meet. A soft sigh leaves his lips and there was a moment of silence before you hear a sniffle.

"You okay?" You say, looking at him. "I really missed you, Y/N. You're really important to me and I'm sorry I could be there for you when you needed me." He croaks. "Jac-" "Jack!" Castiel's voice echoes through the warehouse.

Jack stands up from the bed and says, "In here." Cas follows the voice to the room and stops when he sees your laying there, staring at him.

You stand up from the bed too and Cas rushes over to you. He takes you into his arms and you stand there awkwardly, letting your arms dangle by your side. "She doesn't remember who you are, remember?" Jack says. Cas pulls away, wiping away some of his tears. "Right, I forgot about that. Sorry," Cas says to you.

"That's okay," you say with a soft smile. Cas matches your expression and his eyes fixated on yours, like he was having a conversation in his mind. "Her not remembering us may be for the best, Jack."

Cas looks over his shoulder at Jack. "What? No, I need her. We need her." Jack explains. "This life had already taken enough away from her. She needs her life back."

"You love her. How can you let her go?" "Sometimes, you can love someone so much that you know letting them go is what's best for them," "We just got her back." Jack says, on the verge of tears. My heart sank into your chest.

"Name the place, and we'll take you there with a snap of our fingers." Cas says, returining his gaze back you. You glance over a Jack and say, "A road trip doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"He's just a kid, Castiel. He needs emotional support," you add and a small smile tugged at his lips. "What?" "You're sounding to act a little but like yourself," he explains. You exchange a smile and Jack asks, "What about Sam and Dean?" "I'll handle it," Cas says.

It's been two months since Castiel and Jack dropped you off in Chicago. You had enough common sense to live in a city, and there was something drawing you to Chicago. But you have no idea what it was.

One night you were walking out of the subway to walk a couple blocks from your apartment. You were grabbed and dragged into an alleyway. A hand was pressed to your mouth and you stared into the eyes of a fairly attractive man.

His navy blue eyes search yours and he moved his plump, pink lips to whisper, "Don't say scream or making any noise. You're being followed."

He pulls his hand away and looks over at the sidewalk you were just walking on. His has a well groomed goatee and get black hair that is combed to the side in a thick swoop to the right.

He looked like a classic mobster. He even has the black trench coat and all and you eye him suspiciously. You look to the sidewalk with the shadow of a large figure grows closer.

Your heart is racing but nothing is telling you to run. Everything is telling you to fight. The man was still relatively close to you and not moving. "What are you doing?" He leans in closer and crashes his lips onto yours.

He cups your cheeks and tilts his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. Your body plattens on the brick wall and footsteps walks passed the alleyway.

The man finally pulls away and you lift your leg to kick him away by the solar plexus. He falls flat on his back and you say, "What the hell was that for?" He up from the ground and said, "You're a tough broad, aren't you?" "Damn straight. You pull anything like that again and I'll do alot more than kick you."

You hear a woman's shrill and the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You rush into the alley way and run towards the sound of her screaming. You slide to a stop to see a man trying to drag a woman I to the alleyway.Your eyes scan around for a weapon and you find an iron poker. Thank God you have your tetanus shot.

You keep a tight grip on the rod and swung the rod at the arm. The man grunts in pain and let's go of the woman. "Run," you command. She looked at me reluctantly. "It's alright." She shakes her head and says, "Girls support girls." She pulls out her pepper spray from her purse and we both turn our attention to the attacker.

He was still cradling his arm and when you take a step towards him. He stumbles backwards and says, "I-I'm not looking for any trouble." "Oh, I thin-"

"You okay, darling?" Your boyfriend, Ruben, asks. He walks up behind me and slides a hand down my arm. "Yeah, just think about how we first met," "Oh you mean when you kicked on my ass like a rag doll?" He teased as he sat down across from me.

"To be fair, you kissed me randomly and I didn't know who you were. And the guy that attacked Y/F/N worked for you."

"Well can you blame me? You're drop dead goregous and I wanted to know what you were made of." "So you tried to attack me?" "You can learn a lot about someone by how they fight. Most girls either run away or fight to run away. You fight to protect others." "And that's when I knew I had to have you." He adds, tapping his thigh for you to sit on.

You stand up and sit down perpendicular to his body. His hand trails down to your lower back and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss. As the kiss intensifies, his hands fell lower and lower down your leg.

He pulls you so you're straddling his lap. He grips your ass and your roll your hips a little, making him moan. Who knew that you would end up falling for a mobster?

You've grown quite used to be Ruben's right hand woman. He made me in charge of the tactics and strategy because you have strength in planning and preparation. You were in the middle of planning for a drop off and pick up back while Ruben was out conducting business.

You hear a loud struggle and grunts. You look up from your notepad to see some henchmen walking a taller man into the red room. All of them were bloody and disheveled from fighting. "What happened to you guys?" You say as you approach them. "Y/N? You're really alive?" The man asks.

"How do you know me?" You ask. "He doesn't. He's just trying to save his ass because he knows he's going to meet his maker," one of the henchmen says.

The man reaches and touches your face. You gasp in shock of his warm, calloused hands but you only felt it for a second before he is shoved to his knees. One of the henchmen pulled out his gun and cocks it.

"Hey, trigger happy, put the gun down " you command. "Boss says to kill anyone who interferes with our business. We found him tearing one of our warehouses apart."

This man's touch feels familiar and something tells me to let him live. "Let him go," you state. "What?" "Did I stutter? I said let him go." He puts his gun away and you help the man up.

"Look, I don't know you, b--" "Dean. My name is Dean." He interupts. "Dean, you need to leave Chicago and never return." His hazel green eyes scan your face and he nods. You motion to the door and he says, "I'll always love you, Y/N." You two lock eyes for a moment before he walks out of the door.

"Boss will-" "I'll tell him what happened, don't worry about it." "Worry about what?" Ruben says, making the henchmen jump. "Privacy," you tell them and they all walk away. "Worry about what, baby doll?" "One of the warehouses was trashed," you say with a sigh.

You walk into your office and lean against your desk. "Did they find who did it?" "Yes," "Did they toss them in the red room?"

"No," you say. You eyes dart away from his gaze and he asks, "Why not?" "I knew him." "Y/N, you made a vow to not let personal affairs mess with business."

"I know, okay. I'll pay whatever price. I'll pay for the damages out of my own pocket and go to the warehouse to cl-" "You're going nowhere near that warehouse," "Come on, baby, talk to me." He adds, sitting next to you.

"Remember how I said that I had a life before I went to Chicago but I didn't remember it," "Because of your head trauma, yeah." He answers.

"I think he knew me before then. He knew who I was but I had no idea who he was. All I know is that his touch was familiar an-" "Wait, he touched you?" His jaw flexed and he stands up from leaning on the desk.

"Y-yes, but only for a second." "He's a dead man," "Ruben, please," you say, standing between him and the door. He steps so close to you that your chin gently grazes his chest.

He lifts your chin so you are looking straight up at him "You're mine, you know that right?" "Yes," you say softly. "We're going home," "But what about the tactical plan f-"

"You can finish it at home after I edge you for an hour," "Damn it," "Should've thought about that before you let him touch you,"

An unknown number has been calling you the past few days. Ruben always warned you about answering calls from unknown numbers.

Since you were a part of his business now, that put a target on your back. You had to be vigilant and careful with your words. You never know how is watching or listening.

The same number called you for the fifth time today and you slam on the answer button. "Hello?" You answer. "Hey, sweetheart," Dean deep, velvety voice says. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"You're in danger, Y/N. We're coming to get you," "First of all, I'm Nuben's girlfriend. I'm always in danger. Second of all, no you're not because they have a shoot to kill order on you."

"I don't care, Y/N. Lucifer is after you and we're not sure why," "Lucifer does not exist outside of the bible. "You're wrong about that, sweetheart." "Stop calling me sweetheart," "You have to believe us, Y/N. You're life is at stake here. If Lucifer finds you, you and your little boyfriend is a good as dead."

His words echo in your head and your mind started to disassociate. Series of images flood your brain and there was a sharp pain in your head.

You hiss and drop the phone on the floor as you hold the sides of your head. Voices of different people you've never hurt before echoed in your head and images of a man with dirty blonde hair and stained t-shirt and jeans.

His eyes glowed a crimson red and with the snap of his fingers, he could make a person's neck snap of their entire bodies explode. Then some images of you and Dean came into mind.

You were laying next to each other talking about something and he kisses you. Then the images were gone and you looked around frantically. "What the hell was that?" You say to yourself.

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #castiel x reader #jack klein #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #mobster #mobster!henrycavill

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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Confidence-Bucky Barnes x Powers!Reader

(GIF credit to @sunoficarus)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello there angel! I've been reading your cute imagines lately and they really warmed my heart and got me out of depression cloud! so i tried to be brave and request something bcs i'm usually shy ><~ can i request a Bucky Barnes x Reader oneshot, the reader is kinda a chubby avenger and she has feelings for him but she gets sad bcs she thinks he'll never fall for someone like her bcs sh's not like the other pretty female avengers annnddd.. yeah! XD~♡’

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Replication=Being able to make a copy of yourself, biological cloning, or the splitting of the body into multiples

Warnings: Insecurity, negative talk about weight/image, sad/crying reader, fluff

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Opening the fridge, I took out a water bottle, instantly opening it before taking a big swig. We had come back from a mission early afternoon, the team had been away for just over a week, so it was good to be back. Even though I had showered, eaten and unpacked, I still had an immense thirst in me.

"Hey, I'm making toast, you want some?" Natasha asked as she walked in.

"No, I've eaten thank you." I replied, sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar.

As she began making her food, she continued talking."You OK after the last week?"

"Yeah, just tired. The longest mission I've done is four days, it's amazing what a few more days can do to you."

"You were great out there, a real natural. Your powers are much more controlled than they used to be."

"Thanks, it's all down to the training I guess."

"And your confidence."

"Really?"

Nat placed three pieces of bread into the toaster, turning around to face me once the lever was pushed down."Yes! It wasn't like you were extremely shy when you first came, but there's a difference in you."

If only I was this confident around someone else.

“You gonna head up early tonight?” Nat asked.

“Definitely. The last time I used my powers like that was when you guys first brought me in. And that was when I didn’t have as much control over them. I think it’s a good idea, we all need the rest.”

“So am I. Actually, Dr Cho wanted to see you. She said something really medical and science-y to explain why but I made no sense to me. Something about your cells splitting...or recreating?"

"Oh, she did mention that before we left. Think she's trying to help me connect more with my replicas, so that I can confuse whoever we're attacking even more. Thanks for telling me."

She nodded, turning around once the toast popped up. I said goodbye, scrolling on my phone as I made my way to Dr Cho's lab. My power to basically clone multiple versions of myself seemed useless at first, until I figured out how to control them and thought about tactics they were useful in. It was very strategic, everything had to be carefully planned. But now that I was getting used to it, everything seemed like second nature. And I had the team to thank for that.

"Hey (Y/N), thanks for coming by." Helen greeted as I walked into her lab, holding her tablet as she usually did.

"Hi. So, am I being wired up to a machine today?"

She smiled."No, nothing like that. Tony and I have been working together on something that will ensure you can keep track of all your replicas."

Helen turned her back to me, grabbing a tray with what looked like four silver bracelets. She gestured for me to stand by her as she placed the tray on the table in front of us.

"These are your new accessories." she started, picking up a pair."You'll wear them when on missions, and these will be able to connect you to any replicas you create. It's just to help you keep a better track. And any time they are hurt in anyway, the energy from the hit will drive into your bracelet."

"Like T'Challa's armour?"

Helen nodded."But instead of propelling back that energy, it'll just mean your replica can hold the energy and use it as a shield. Say someone was stood behind it and the enemy attacked the replica, the real person behind them would be safe."

"That's amazing!"

She held out her hand, wanting me to give her my wrist. I complied, letting her put the bracelets on me. They glowed blue before returning to the silver colour, feeling weightless on me.

"They're able to become translucent depending on what uniform you're wearing. That way they won't be able to differentiate you from your replicas."

"Wow, thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet. We still need to trial them. I definitely need Tony for this, just to make sure he's happy with them."

"I think he's gone to rest right now."

With a cheeky grin, she said,"Don't worry, he won't mind, this is important."

Helen left me by myself, and I felt slightly awkward around all of the expensive and confusing technology that surrounded me. A thought flashed in my mind to try out the bracelets, but I decided against it, not wanting to risk anything going wrong. Slipping them off and placing them back on the table, I caught myself in the reflection of the windows. My hands subconsciously moved to my stomach, brushing against it before grabbing the skin; they traced upwards to my forearms, repeating my actions despite my brain screaming that I shouldn't. It grossed me out every time, why would I want to touch those parts of me?

Turning to look at myself side on, I sighed at how stomach looked, almost wincing as my gaze travelled down to my thighs. All that training, the healthy meals I ate, where were the results? Why didn't I look like Natasha or Wanda? I battled with my conscious everyday over this. The tiniest part of it begged me to not look at myself that way, not to throw my hard work away or belittle myself over such a thing; but that was an extremely rare thing to happen, and that voice was hard to hear. The voice that spoke much too often had something completely different to say. It would force me to look at myself whenever I passed anything reflective, to make sure I looked decent, although I never did. It wanted to point out my flaws, it wanted to make me aware and punish me for looking like this,despite all the hard work I put into training. And training had never been about losing weight, it was purely strengthening, learning how to fight/defend myself as well as keep up with my stamina.

Taking a deep breath in, I faced myself properly, squeezing my hands in and out of fists as I replicated myself, scanning my eyes over every single version of me. There were seven of me altogether, three replicas on either side of me, and I wondered why I even thought about doing this to myself. I made each replica turn more than the other, meaning I was looking at myself at every angle, and I hated all of them. It wasn't fair. Why was my power to make copies of myself when I didn't even like the one, true version of me?

"(Y/N)?" someone startled me, my replicas instantly disappearing.

Whipping around as my concentration broke, my face broke out into a blush as I saw Bucky standing in the doorway. It just had to be him, why couldn't it have been anyone else?

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, immediately breaking eye contact.

"Sorry, I needed to speak to Dr Cho."

"Sh-she, uh, she just left, a-actually."

"OK, I'll come by later." I glanced up, seeing him move to leave before turning back to me."You sure you're alright?"

I nodded."Mhm."

He slowly nodded, but mostly to himself."Good job this week by the way, you were great."

I hated how hot I was feeling after the compliment, even when he was gone I felt embarrassed by myself. Did he see me looking at myself like that? He must have thought I was an absolute weirdo for doing such a thing!

Helen reappeared, a yawning Tony following in behind her."Right, this shouldn't take too long-"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this right now." I blurted out."I’m really tired and I want to make sure that the results are accurate."

They were taken back by my snappy tone, slowly nodding as I refrained from bolting out of the room. Brushing past them, my hands instantly wrapped around my torso, making a beeline towards the elevator. My breaths were sort and sharp as I hit the button, fingers poking into my sides as I crossed them again. Why wasn’t I toned? Why was I able to grab so much skin? Once I was out of the elevator, I picked up the pace towards my room, resisting slamming the door to not gain any more attention. Grabbing the throw at the end of my bed, I threw it over the mirror, making sure I could not see any part of myself before I collapsed onto my bed, covering myself with the bed sheets.

Silent sobs ran through me as I gripped onto the sheets that were bunched up around me. I hated my mind, I hated how I looked, I hated how I could never be at peace with how I looked. Sleep would come to me late tonight, but only once I exhausted myself from crying. And I hoped that I would not dream tonight.

Waking up, I felt how dry my moth and lips were, and also where the tears had stained my cheeks, as well as my pillow. My neck was aching from the position I had fallen asleep in, it felt worse as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Rubbing my eyes, I coughed to clear my throat, definitely needing water after I felt how hoarse it was. Although it would have been so much easier to stay holed up in my room all day, avoid questions from everyone (even making small talk could reveal how I was really feeling), staying here would cause more fuss than needed.

"Good morning Miss (Y/L/N)." Vision greeted as I walked the halls.

"Morning." I mustered up the best smile.

"I hope I am not coming across as rude or interfering, but are you alright?"

I nodded, hiding my panic."Yeah, just a little tired from the mission. And I think overwhelmed, it's been my longest one yet."

"That is understandable. Though I am sure the experience will serve you well in future missions, especially with your stamina."

"Yep, hopefully."

Vision hadn't done anything wrong, he was being a good friend. But my mind wondered whether anything had been said about me. Did I look bad? Did I look exhausted? Why did he mention stamina? He could have just left that part out. I engaged with more small talk as we made our way down to the kitchen (Vision liked to be part of an everyday routine), though part of me wished that I was alone again.

"Ah, morning Mr Barnes." Vision said as we walked in, and I instantly cringed.

"Morning." Bucky mumbled, sending a small smile our way, but I quickly looked elsewhere. He was finishing a bowl of cereal as he sat at the kitchen island.

"Miss (Y/L/N), could I tempt you with a fully cooked breakfast? Something that is full of nutrition but still quite enjoyable? I believe it would help with your recovery." Vision offered.

"Oh, that's very kind Vis." I quietly said."But I'll just stick to coffee for now."

"You sure? I wouldn't pass up that opportunity." Bucky added.

I could only muster,"Mhm." before focusing on the coffee machine in front of me.

"Well, the offer stands if you wish for it." Vision said, and I could tell I had upset him.

He said his goodbyes to us as he left, leaving me alone with Bucky. Keeping my back to him, I played with the end of my sleeves, coming up with normal answers that I could say if Bucky started asking questions. I knew that even with backup answers, I wouldn't be able to speak properly to him, my mind would go blank.

"You should have something to eat really. At least an apple or something." Bucky said.

"I'll have one once I've woken up more. Don't feel like eating just yet, think I'm overtired."

"Just make sure you're looking after yourself."

I poured out the coffee into a mug, prepared to leave when I caught Bucky looking at me. My demeanour became smaller, shy, more withdrawn.

"What were you doing the other day? In the lab?"

"I...was testing out a new gadget Tony and Dr Cho created for me."

"(Y/N), I don't want to make assumptions-"

"Then believe what I say. Why would I be lying?"

He looked shocked."I didn't say anything like that."

My eyes cast down, panic setting into my mind, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Forgetting about my coffee, I gave myself no other choice than to run away from any confrontation. I thought that would be the end of it, it usually was, but I heard footsteps behind me, heavy ones, belonging to Bucky. At first, I kept going, hoping he was just going to call out to me before giving up, but again, I was wrong.

“(Y/N), please!” Bucky pleaded.

Not knowing where to go made me falter, it was only for a split second, that was enough time for Bucky to open a door and drag me inside. Breaking away from him, I sighed when I realised we were in an old conference room; it was empty now, no furniture or screens, it was currently being upgraded and renovated. However, that also meant no one would have any intention of walking in, meaning we were very likely to not be interrupted.

“Bucky, I don’t want to talk about this.” I rushed out.

“So there is something wrong!” he exclaimed, but kept his tone calm.

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“You’re my friend, my teammate (Y/N), I care about you.”

“Fine! You want to know what’s wrong? I’m surrounded by images of strong, fit people, who I work just as hard as, yet I never look like them! I train and train and train, but for some cruel reason, my body never changes. Sure, I’ve slimmed down slightly since I arrived here, but it’s not enough for me. I’ve been called a superhero, I fight alongside all of you with your slim physiques, huge muscles and beautiful faces; so when I see a picture, or news footage of us fighting, I look like the odd one out, the huge odd one out. I don’t look right standing beside any of you, even an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. His mouth was slightly open, eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed as he continued staring at me. I scoffed, facing away from him.

“Now you’re seeing it. Or at least your thoughts about me are confirmed. I understand. I know you guys are my friends, you don’t care what I look like. But you must look at me in the line up and think I look out of place.”

“(Y/N), I could never look at you, or think of you in that way.”

“You don’t have to pity me-”

“I’m not. (Y/N), you don’t realise how beautiful you are.”

I glanced over my shoulder, shocked by his sentence.“Don’t do this to make me feel better, because it doesn’t work.”

He took a step closer to me.“How long have you been holding this in for?”

“I’m a woman who’s been bigger than everyone else around me my entire life, and I also have powers which made me a freak before people realised I could save them. So, basically my whole life.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why would anyone in my position want to speak up about this? You didn’t say anything when your nightmares came back.”

I saw that throw him off.

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t mean to...to mention it, or-”

“No, you’re right. I know what it feels like to keep something to yourself. You don’t want to burden anyone around you, especially the ones you love. You think it’s not that important, that you can handle it by yourself, or you can ignore it until it goes away. But that’s not the right way to handle things. I can see that, looking back on everything.”

“But your nightmares were worth talking about. They scarred you, reminded you of that awful past. I’m a stupid girl crying over weight that can easily be shifted if I just work harder.”

“You would work yourself to death if you did that. (Y/N), I see you everyday training hard, making sure your powers are being improved everyday, going over tactics you can use by yourself or with the team. Everyday you ensure you are at your best because you want to help people out there that can’t defend themselves. If people judge you on how you look instead of your actions, they’re not even worth thinking about.”

Letting my arms drop to my sides, I faced Bucky, gathering enough courage to look him in the eyes.“Thanks Bucky.”

“(Y/N) I mean it. I’m not saying this to just be nice. You matter to me.”

“I know-”

“No, you don’t. I...I really like you (Y/N). And I know you may not see me in the same way, but you’re such a caring, powerful and hard working person. We come back from a mission, and you could be carried out on a stretcher but you still keep positive and make sure everyone else is safe before yourself. I’m telling you this because...well it just feels right. I’m also not making this up because you need validation from a man to make you feel better about yourself. You should be able to look at yourself in the mirror and love what you see, no matter what you look like.”

My chin was trembling as my lips pursed, trying to hold back my tears. Shaky breath escaped my nostrils, and as Bucky kept looking at me with those nurturing, safe eyes, I broke. No one had ever said something like that to me. I could tell he meant it. He wouldn’t be putting all this effort into this if he just wanted to be a good friend.

“Do...do you really mean it?” my voice wobbled.

He smiled.“Yes.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around me tenderly, pulling me into his chest. Surprisingly, my instincts made me quickly copy, gripping onto his t-shirt as I started sobbing. My mind was confused. One minute I was absolutely hating myself, then I had covered up my sadness, panicking because someone was about to see me break, and here I was, letting it all out in front of him. But I didn’t feel embarrassed like I thought I would. It felt amazing to feel that dragging weight on my shoulders suddenly lift away, the comfort of someone else was welcoming.

“Th-thank you Bucky.” I sniffed.“I’ve always thought that I need to keep this sort of thing to myself. I’ve been terrified to even be sad, even though I know it’s OK to be sad, but for some reason, my mind would never let me. It’s been building up inside of me, I’ve never been able to express myself properly.”

“We’re here for you, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here to listen...and you tell you how beautiful you are every time I see you.”

I giggled as I pulled away, wiping my cheeks.“You don’t have to do that.”

“I do. I want to.”

“Thank you Bucky, I really appreciate your help.”

He kissed my forehead.“I’ll always be here.”

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amarabliss · 5 years ago

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Oaths and Hearts - 22 (Ignis Scientia/Reader)

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love…your friend…your king…Noctis has asked you to change it all…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

Note: IT HAS BEEN FOREVER! But rereading everything I found my spark! I hope you all enjoy as this story continues! Much love!

You twisted your hands together as you looked out at the gathering crowd. You absolutely hated being paraded in front of people. Even being the Inquisitor, you only did it if it was absolutely necessary.

“You’re going to be fine.” You looked over to Luna stepping over to you. She was the perfect image of grace and nobility in her long ivory dress, “You look beautiful…”

“Luna…” You took in a deep breath shaking your head, “I don’t know how to be a queen…I barely knew how to be a lady…”

She gave you a bright smile as she tried to be reassuring, “But from what I understand you led a people to victory. It’s just like that…but a little more glamorous.”

“Yeah...” You looked down to the dress you were in. You weren’t sure what to make of the rich multi colors. It felt more like a battle garment, “I’m not sure if I’m greeting the people or going to war.”

“A bit of both honestly. You look amazing.” Luna took your hands in hers making you look to her face, “And you’re going to be fine.”

You sighed shutting your eyes, “There’s no going back after this, is there?”

“No…today everything changes for everyone.” Luna looked down taking in a deep breath, “Noctis and I will be by your side the whole way. We’re not going to abandon you.”

“I know Ignis will be relieved to hear it. He wants Noctis to rule…he desires to serve him.” You looked at her with concern, “I just hope the people understand why we’re doing this. Do you know what they’re doing right now?”

“I do…and all I can say it is something every king must do. It’s something the gods require for all in the Lucian…I promise it’s nothing to worry about.” She rubbed your arms frowning, “You’re so cold…”

“Ma’am…” You looked over seeing Tor approaching you, “his majesty, he’s requested your presence before everything gets started.”

Luna smiled at you when you looked at him, “You’re going to be fine. Go to him, reassure him that everything will be fine.”

You stepped forward giving her a hug, “Thank you, Luna.”

“Oh…Uh…” She smiled putting her arms around you, “Of course…we’re family after all.”

That’s right they were family. You kept reminding Ignis and Noctis that they were brothers…but it also connected you to Luna. It was strange how a year ago you barely had anyone to call family and now you were getting family left and right.

You stopped in the hall outside of the throne room leaning against the wall briefly. Tor was at your side instantly, “Ma’am?”

“I just got a little dizzy.” You put a hand to your head before giving him a smile, “I’m alright.”

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t necessarily believe you.” Tor smirked a little bit, “I do know how much of a pain in the ass you are…”

“Hey…” You pouted a little.

“And if I didn’t trust you…” You both looked over to Ignis walking down the hall. You felt your heart flutter seeing him in the royal uniform, smile planted firmly on his face, “I’d be warning you that you’re talking to your queen…”

“Forgive me sir…” Tor bowed slightly, “I just happen to know my charge very well.”

“As do I.” Ignis reached out taking your hands in his. His eyes twinkled as he looked into yours, “Tor, could you give us a moment…Ulric is looking for you, he’s inside with Noctis.”

“As it is my duty to protect and serve him, I will head that way…you have about five minutes…” Tor bowed again leaving you both in the hall alone.

You smiled hearing Ulric squeak with excitement that his favorite playmate was back just as the door shut, “He’s been alright?”

“Perfect. I’m sorry we had to go on alone for a moment.” You sighed feeling him scrutinize you, “Kingly duties…”

“I’m fine.” You squeezed his hands before pulling his arms around you before embracing him, “You have much more important things to worry about today.”

He rested his cheek against the top of your head, “You and Ulric will always be my first priority.”

You let out a heavy sigh shutting your eyes, “And I love you for that.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He whispered rubbing your back gently, “I’ve noticed you’ve been more tired lately.”

“We have a one year old who runs us both into the ground.” You murmured back to him, “And my husband is a king, who I am always worrying about. It’s a full-time job juggling you two.”

He pulled away looking into your eyes with the greatest affection, “Hmm…I suppose my guess is wrong then if you feel that strongly about it.”

“Guess?” You squinted at him confused.

“Never mind.” He smiled before he kissed you, “Are you ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” You reached up adjusting his cape before running your hands down his arms stopping when you saw the bracelet on his wrist, “I thought they said no…”

“If there is one thing Noctis has truly taught me…” He smirked a little happy that he was still able to surprise you before he laced his fingers with yours letting the bracelet he made for you gently rub against his, “I am the king…and I get what I want...to a point…”

“Your majesty…” You looked over to Tor holding Ulric in his arms as he stepped out from the throne. He winced a little as he pulled on a braid, “Ah…um…it’s time…”

“Ulric…” Your son looked over to you when you spoke. You smiled when his eyes got big and he reached for you and Ignis make soft mm-ing noises, “Come here…”

Tor handed him over to you with a smile, “Thank you ma’am…”

“It’s karma for that jab earlier.” You chuckled as Ulric grabbed your necklace amusing himself already. You glanced at Ignis who had paled a little bit, “Hey…”

He looked down to you as you both began walking into the throne room, “This is when it all begins…”

You didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant as they announced you both. All eyes fell on your family as you approached the level below the throne. You looked out at the people who stared at you whispering to each other.

Ignis gained your attention as he squeezed your hand as Noct stood up from the throne to speak, “Thank you all for gathering with us today. It has been…a hell of a couple years.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd and you made eye contact with Gladio across the way with Luna. He smirked pushing Prompto with his elbow as the blonde began snapping pictures. The squabbled, but only for a second as Noctis continued.

“I cannot thank any of you enough. Each and everyone of Insomnia’s citizens…new and old…have put forth effort into making our city a home again.” Noct smiled a little, “We’re still fixing it…we’re still growing…I have no doubt that we will achieve everything and more.”

The crowd applauded and he raised his hands to silence them. His face became a little serious, “I now have some news that…well I’m not sure how everyone will take it, so I’ll tell you how I did.”

He looked over to Luna with such love and sadness, “Recently, it has come to my wife and I’s attention that we’re unable to have children…I was heartbroken. Devastated that I couldn’t fulfill the one thing I have dreamt about since I understood what becoming a king meant.”

Your eyes shifted from him to Luna who also looked crestfallen as Noct went on, “Though I suppose…I always knew even if I had children…my calling was to leave them, after all I’m supposed to rid the world of its darkness…it’s strange how fate works…”

“But then I found out I have a brother.” Noct looked out to the crowd, he chuckled, “At first I was hurt…My father, King Regis, how could he have done such a thing? He was a great man, sacrificed his life for his people, inspired others to do the same…Thankfully…he didn’t betray anyone, but instead followed an archaic rule to ensure the line of Lucis continued…”

“But he was only in the same position I am now. So, then I was excited by the prospect of having an older brother.” He smiled glancing over to Ignis, “Yet…in our own way we still developed that relationship with one another, and ironically my brother has been doing my job long before I was mature enough to care. Both jobs actually…He has always protected me, as older brothers do. He has guided me, offered me council when I didn’t know what to do, and single handedly ensured the Insomnia will prosper for the next thirty years.”

“I’ll have you know…” Noct began to step down the steps leading to Ignis, “He doesn’t want to be king. Even now he is loyal to me and would have me remain on the throne until I’m old and grey, despite the fact that it is his birthright to be where I am. Now, you’ll ask me, then why tell us? Why does it matter?”

“Lucis needs a king from the Lucian line to protect it’s borders. I can’t give you that, and I won’t subject any retainer to do what my father did.” He paused on the final step, “Instead, I am abdicating the throne to my brother Ignis Lucis Scientia.”

There is was. The people hummed excitedly at the news. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up nervously as you scanned the crowd.

Noct stepped next to Ignis looking at him as an equal, “You all know him already. You know he is capable. You all know he has no other care then to see Insomnia prosper. I hope you will accept him as I have…”

You heard Ignis take in a sharp breath as Noctis took a step down from the level you were on before he dropped to one knee bowing his head. Soon Luna walked over to his side doing the same. Then Gladio and Prompto. Tor and Cor behind you, and soon the whole room. You had felt this before, back in Skyhold, and even that did not compare to the allegiance you felt in this place.

You squeezed his hand one final time before taking a small step back leaving him to the stage he needed stand on. You watched him taking in a deep breath before he raised his head, “Of all the things my father prepared me for, being king was not one of them. No Roderick Scientia, he raised me to be a man who worked for the king, at his side, with his people…”

He stepped forward offering his hand down to Noct and Luna as he spoke, “I would be a fool to change that now, despite having a crown.”

“Your majesty…” It was clear to you by the look on Noct’s face that this was not how it was planned.

He raised them both up to their feet before stepping past them looking out at the people, “I have given this a great deal of thought…I will wear the title king to protect these lands…as will my son, and his children, and so on and so on…I will teach this line of Lucis to be one with the people…not above it and we will work side by side with you as our former King Noctis has done so.”

“Traveling with you and watching you grow into the man you are was and still is my greatest honor and privilege.” Ignis turned to Noct smiling, “So, I hope you will stand by my side brother and work with me to make this city into a bright and brilliant star to shine in this world. Not as someone who is obligated to serve but as someone who would want to. As I wanted to be by your side.”

Noct smiled looking at Luna who beamed giving him a nod, “How do you say no to an offer like that?”

“I’m happy you see it my way…” He turned back to the crowd addressing them with confidence, “I know you have so many questions. I will answer them if I am able to…I cannot guarantee that nothing will change under my rule, but I can guarantee that my goals align with Noctis’. As he said we worked tirelessly to create a plan for Insomnia together. One that you all have already approved of.”

“I have taken the oath all the kings have before me.” He took a deep breath in taking a step forward to drive his point, “So let it be known now if the gods deem me unworthy…”

You felt your heart quicken as he pulled out the Ring of Lucis. He looked over to you giving you a nod and you felt yourself tense up. That ring made you feel uneasy. Like it was a curse. You wished he didn’t have to do this, but you knew there was no other way.

He turned away shutting his eyes he pushed the ring onto his middle finger. Brilliant light blinded you and you quickly covered Ulric’s eyes as you held your breath. Slowly the light began to fade and Ignis stood there his hand held out before him.

“Come to me…” His voice was a low whisper as he summoned forth the Sword of the Father. He took several large breaths as he held the sword in his hand. There could be no doubt to anyone that he was the heir to the throne.

Slowly the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. The rest of the ceremony was purely ceremonial. Passing of the crown…pictures…changing of the guard from one king to the other…more pictures…You found yourself felling dizzy again. You took in a deep breath turning to Tor, “I need to leave.”

He looked at you with concern nodding as he discreetly guided you out pressing his earpiece informing everyone of the change. As soon as you were out in the hall you handed Ulric to him before stepping away taking in several deep breaths.

“Ma’am…I think we should take you to the infirmary…” He watched you as you leaned against the wall. Ulric began to fuss pushing on Tor to get away.

You shook your head, “I’m alright…I think…I think it might be this dress. It just feels so…tight…”

You pulled at it trying to make it breath, but it didn’t seem to give. Finally, you felt hot bile rushing up your throat. You barely made it over to a planter before Tor started radioing for medical to come meet you in the hall.

It wasn’t long after they arrived that you saw Ignis rush out into the hall. You were finishing with Tor asking him to lay Ulric down for a nap before you saw him. You shook your head sitting on the windowsill drinking some water as they checked your blood pressure, “They shouldn’t have bothered you…go back, do what you need to do.”

“I am exactly where I need to be.” Ignis told you as he began rubbing you back in a soothing circular motion.

You looked up at him as the medic spoke, “Everything seems fine now, but I think you should see a doctor just in case. Get a full work up.”

“Of course…I’ll do that tomorrow and I’ll take it easy the rest of today.” You told them as they took their bag away packing it up, “I’m sure it’s just the dress.”

You looked up at Ignis as he let out a half laugh, “It’s not the dress…”

“Oh really?” You glared up at him, “If it’s not the dress…then what is it?”

He smiled at you before taking a seat once the medic moved away and he spoke softly, “You are…pregnant.”

You stared at him your mouth falling open and closing several times before you kept it shut looking away. You could feel his smile washing over you as you thought about it. Finally, you turned to him tearing up, “This is not how it’s supposed to work…I’m supposed to know, and you’re supposed to be the one surprised…”

His hands took your face wiping away the tears, “I have had my suspicions for a while…”

“Well…I didn’t…” You felt yourself getting more emotional by the moment, “What are we going to do?”

“I imagine there is some sort of guideline and announcement protocol…” He moved some loose hair behind your ear, “Let me worry about that. You just need to focus on you and Ellie…”

“Ellie…” You smiled at him, “What if it’s a boy?”

“Eli…” He smirked before he kissed you. You pushed him away, “What?”

“I just vomited and … it’s not really…” You paled a little.

“Oh dear…uh…” He stood up with you as you rushed once more to the planter, “Is this normal?”

“…uh…” You stood up slowly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Yes…I’m assuming…I was in an airship for a majority of Ulric…”

“Well I can promise you two things…” He came to your side guiding you down the hall, “There will be no airships and I will be by your side the entire time.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smiled at him leaning into him, “I like the sound of that a lot.”

“At least one good thing happened today.” He sighed putting his arm around you, “I can remember all of it now with this news.”

“Don’t you need to alert the masses that you’ve gone missing?” You looked up to him.

“I have.” He looked down to you, “Gladio is informing everyone that I’m tending to the queen and will return once I’m done escorting you back to our room.”

“Already asserting yourself I see.” You took in a deep breath clearing your throat as another attack swelled on you.

“Oh my love…” He stopped you before scooping you up into his arms, “I am going to be so worried about you…”

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ambssssssssss · 4 years ago

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Family You Choose

Power Rangers AU Part 3

After the confrontation with Coulson and the Mega-Puttie, Daisy reflects on friends and family.

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The ship Rec Room was startlingly silent for having all 6 Rangers within it, sitting on the couches placed in the room. They had left the clearing quickly after Coulson arrived, barely giving an answer to his request to speak with them. Daisy hadn’t said a word since they got back to the ship, hadn’t made a joke or traded snarky jabs with Trini. She and Jemma were the only ones who hadn’t had to go make excuses to their families so they could have a real Ranger meeting. Part of Daisy regretted that the attack had interrupted date night for the whole team but she couldn’t bring herself to focus on just that, not after that encounter with Coulson.

Daisy wasn’t a stranger to disappointment or feeling like the rug had been pulled out from underneath her, she did grow up in the foster system after all, but she had thought-hoped- that that part of her life was behind her. She was just settling in to her new normal, not just being a Power Ranger, but having a family. Having parents who actually cared about her, who asked about her day at school and made sure she had enough to eat and celebrated when she finally earned her black belt.

A family that suddenly felt like a lie.

“Hey,” Jemma’s voice was soft in Daisy’s ear, same for the hand on her shoulder. Daisy turned her head towards her girlfriend. “Are you sure you’re up for this? It can wait.”

“No,” Daisy shook her head, looking at the destroyed power coin laying on the table, “we need to figure this out. I can deal with my...family stuff later.”

“You don’t have to make light of this Daisy,” Jemma told her softly, reaching for Daisy’s hand and squeezing her fingers. “Not with the others and especially not with me.”

“I know Jem,” Daisy threaded their fingers together. “Just - I can’t right now.”

“Okay,” Jemma leaned forward to press a kiss to Daisy’s cheek. Daisy let her lips pull into a small smile as she and Jemma stood up together.

Juliana looked up from where she was examining the small cut along Valentina’s hairline, courtesy of the battle they had just fought. Juliana caught Daisy’s eye and raised one eyebrow in question. Daisy nodded once, glancing to where Jemma stood to her right. Juliana offered her an understanding smile as she returned the nod.

“Alright,” Juliana said, brushing Valentina’s hair behind her ear before turning to the group. “Let’s go see what Zordon has to say about this.” Juliana picked up the broken green power coin with one hand and led the group of tired Rangers from the Rec Room, down the hall and into the Command Center. Alpha-5 and Zordon were both already present in the room, waiting for the Rangers.

“You were successful,” Zordon noted as the Rangers took what was becoming their customary seats on the stairs. “Our scans no longer pick up any Puttie activity.”

“Yeah, they’re all dusted now,” Trini said. “But what about Rita?”

“With the loss and destruction of the Green Power Coin,” Zordon began solemnly, like he mourned for the lost power, “Rita will be substantially weakened but not completely powerless. It is likely she will return at some point.”

“For the crystal?” Kim asked, feeling something in the back of her mind that had her reaching for Trini and settling a hand on the small of her back. She thought it was her Ranger sense, but none of the others seemed to have felt it. Trini’s tensed muscles relaxed slightly.

“Yes, but also for the Coin,” Zordon’s face moved along the wall until he was near the port around the Morphing Grid. “Rita has been cut off from an almost limitless source of power and will stop at nothing to gain that connection back.”

The energy from the grid was moving, an image of Rita Repulsa as she had been before their battle, covered in green armor and her skin dotted with flecks of gold.

“Rita had access to this power for many years before my time as Ranger, her mastery is unparalleled,” the grid continued to change as Zordon spoke, images of Rita as a mighty warrior appearing and disappearing in a display that might have been beautiful once but now only served to amplify Rita’s terrifying power. “The power of being Ranger combined with Rita’s innate magical abilities drove her mad and made her more dangerous.”

“And the only thing more dangerous than someone who has power,” Juliana spoke lowly, “Is someone who has lost power and will do anything to get it back.”

“Yes, exactly,” Zordon seemed sad as he continued and the Rangers wondered, not for the first time, what exactly happened between Zordon and Rita all those years ago. “Rita will bide her time for now to gather her strength, but it is only a matter of time before she comes back.”

“Great,” Trini muttered under her breath, touching the faint scars on her neck from Rita’s claws. Kim’s hand moved along her back, wrapping around Trini’s hip and pulling her close. Trini let her head fall onto Kim’s shoulder.

“So, what do we do in the meantime?” Daisy asked. “I mean, I know we’ll keep training and watching over Angel Grove and all that but…”

“But Shield could be a problem,” Juliana took over where Daisy had trailed off, nodding her head just the slightest bit to acknowledge the grateful look Jemma sent her way. “If they’ve been monitoring Angel Grove for a while like Agent Coulson said, they could already know more about us than we want them to.”

“Human government organizations have really no control over the Power Rangers,” Alpha said happily. “Even if they know you exist, they have no connection to the Morphing Grid and no way of matching the power you six have.”

“That doesn’t mean they aren’t a threat,” Kimberly said to the helpful robot. “If they figure out who we are when we’re not morphed, they could do any number of things to make us do what they want.”

There was a heavy pause where Daisy wanted to say that they wouldn’t do that, that her father wouldn’t do that but the words won’t come out. She didn’t think that Phil had ever lied to her before, but now everything was different. There was too much up in the air, too much that Daisy thought she knew but wasn’t sure about now. Jemma’s hand slipped into Daisy’s own and squeezed gently. It didn’t make everything better, but it was enough to remind Daisy that even if she had no idea who her parents really were, she wasn’t alone anymore. Jemma wouldn’t abandon her, neither would any of the other girls.

It didn’t make everything better, but it helped.

“You must continue to be cautious,” Zordon was saying as Daisy focused back on the conversation. “Do not morph where you are visible, continue to keep your identities a secret, and stay vigilant. The Power Rangers must always be ready.”

Zordon, without bothering to specify what the Rangers should be ready for, melted back into the wall.

“I love it when he tells us exactly what we need, without all that cryptic nonsense,” Trini said sarcastically, lifting her head from Kim’s shoulder and standing up.

“Maybe we can train him,” Daisy suggested, “like a dog. If he tells us the truth, we give him a treat.”

“What treat? A day where we don’t bother him?”

“Nah, he’d enjoy that too much.”

The six Rangers laughed as they walked out of the Command Center together and none of the others commented when Daisy’s laugh came out a little more forced than normal.

“Bonfire?” Trini asks after moving to Daisy’s side, her voice dropping to a low level that the other Rangers could probably still hear, given their advanced senses, but they had the good sense to stay quiet.

“Yeah,” Daisy said back just as softly. “Don’t really feel like going home yet.”

Trini nodded, turning back to the group. “Everyone down?”

“Who needs sleep anyway?” Kim joked, nodding her head at Trini. Trini offered her a smile in return.

“We’ll meet at the usual spot,” Valentina said, holding her hand out to Juliana and linking their fingers together.

“I’ll get the fire started,” Daisy sent a small smile in Jemma’s direction, nodded at the others, and teleported out in a shimmer of pixelated light.

“She’s not at all okay, is she?” Kim asked, moving to stand next to Trini again. Trini shook her head slightly, leaning in to Kim when the other girl wrapped an arm around her.

“She will be,” Jemma told them without moving her gaze from where Daisy had been standing. “Give us twenty minutes, please.”

“Sure thing, Jem,” Juliana agreed for all of them. Jemma disappeared in her own beam of light a moment later. They stood in silence for a moment before Juliana took Valentina’s hand in her own. “C’mon, let’s check that head injury.”

Juliana pulled Valentina in the direction of the Med Bay by the hand, leaving Trini and Kim in the hall outside the Command Center.

“What do we do now?” Trini asked softly, leaning further into Kimberly now that they were alone. Trini wasn’t as comfortable with PDA yet, they hadn’t even told the others that they were officially together.

“Wait, and be there when Daisy lets us,” Kim slips her arm fully around Trini’s waist to hold the smaller girl close, not completely able to ignore the thrill she feels at being allowed to do so. There would be time to marvel at their new relationship status later, lots of time really, but for now they had a friend who deserved all the help they could give.

Daisy hated the part of herself that was surprised when Jemma showed up at their bonfire spot mere moments after Daisy herself. Daisy hated the part of herself that still believed no one truly wanted to be around her, a part of herself that had been slowly healing as was now back full force.

Jemma didn’t say anything as she moved to stand next to where Daisy was kneeling, moving some dry twigs around before she began nursing the fire to life. Daisy’s movements halted as she felt Jemma approaching, her shoulders tensing in a way that broke Jemma’s heart. She didn’t need to look at Daisy’s expression to know that it would be one of heartbreak but grudging acceptance, any fear hidden behind a clenched jaw and hard eyes. It made Jemma realize just how young they all were. All of them, just children with the weight of the world on their shoulders, but none of them as alone as Daisy felt in that moment.

Try as she might, Jemma knew she could never truly understand what Daisy was going through. She knew her parents loved her from the moment her mum found out she was pregnant. She’d never been given reason to doubt that she was anything but loved and wanted. She’d never been abandoned the way Daisy had been.

“I know I can never understand what you’re going through,” Jemma said softly, lifting one hand to rest it on Daisy’s shoulder, stroking her thumb back and forth until the muscles began to relax. “But I am here. If you want to talk or sit in silence or cry or anything else you need. I’m here…”

Jemma trailed off suddenly the words ‘and I’m never going anywhere’ dying on her tongue because she didn’t think Daisy would appreciate a comment like that. No matter how true it was, coming from Jemma, there was no telling how many times Daisy had been told those exact words only for whoever said them to break that promise later. Jemma wouldn’t be that person, even accidentally.

“I thought I finally found them, a family, parents who really cared,” Daisy said, her voice thick with emotion but she refused to cry. “I just don’t know anymore.”

Jemma wanted to say something about it being okay to not know, but again didn’t think Daisy would be receptive of that. Instead, Jemma knelt down so she and Daisy were on equal footing, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend loosely until Daisy began to lean into her.

“How can I help?” Jemma asked softly, pressing a kiss against Daisy's hairline. Daisy closed her eyes, turning her head to bury her nose against Jemma’s neck and inhaling slowly.

“Just like this,” Daisy said without opening her eyes, leaning her weight on Jemma. Jemma readjusted and then they were sitting in the dirt, completely wrapped around one another, the twigs and dried leaves still unlit beside them. Jemma smoothed her hands over Daisy’s back, humming softly under her breath.

By the time the other’s arrived, Jemma was sure that Daisy had fallen asleep against her chest but the other girl had sat up as the Rangers emerged from the treeline.

“Anyone have a lighter?” Daisy asked, her tone nowhere near as cheery as usual, but not as downtrodden as before. Kimberly fished a lighter out of her pocket and tossed it over. Teasing questions arose over why Kim was carrying a lighter, Daisy was adamant that if she had something she should be sharing, before the Rangers settled down around the growing fire. They split into couples, as was becoming somewhat customary, but if they all sat a little closer together than normal, Daisy wasn’t going to complain.

It was different, she decided, with her friends. She couldn’t deny that there was a small part of herself that was still afraid she would be abandoned again but not by her friends. Not by Jemma. The more time they spent together outside of Ranger duties, the more Daisy was sure of that.

She couldn’t reconcile the lie her adoptive parents had been telling her, but at least she knew she didn’t have to face it all alone.

“So…” Daisy broke the easy silence around them. “Halloween is coming up. What’re your bets that we’re going to have discount Rangers walking around?”

#skimmons #bioquake #juliantina #trimberly #power rangers au part 3 #power rangers au #pr au #ambs writes #another part!!#part 4 will take a bit put i am working on it

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whyamiinopmhellagain · 5 years ago

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The Wrath of the Dragons

Metal Bat Reader Insert

**Trigger Warning, Major Character Death, Skippable Brief Torture Scene, Grieving**

This is for my friend, @opmheadcanons. This gets heavy, I hope you like it. And thanks to @fatherwhump for letting me dump samples on you.

I also want to put out there. If anyone else is struggling, please, reach out and let me write an insert for you. Writing is a way for me to deal with my inner demons, and allowing me to project my struggles onto yours, and sympathize helps me cope. Please, do not hesitate to ask!

Their heart is pounding as they watch a pick-up truck collapse onto the civilians below it. All of the ability to give warning and spread information is now destroyed, so nobody knows where they are supposed to go, or what they’re supposed to do. It doesn’t matter anymore. Giant, scaly beasts were storming the city, knocking over buildings with their talons as if they are toddlers enjoying the terror they caused, knowing there is much glory to gain.

They keep running, even though their legs are slowly turning into jelly, and their vision is beginning to blur. Suddenly, someone grabs them by the waist. They wanted to squirm out of their grasp, but their legs had already been overworked. The second they get comfortable with their fate of being captured, they feel their capture push their head up so they both could lock lips. It was bruising, and rough, but it was passionate and familiar.

“Sorry to do this to you, sugar.” He looks them dead in the eyes. “But, I wanted a chance to say goodbye, in case I don’t make it out of the shit show.”

“You will.” They force themselves to say. “I love you, Badd.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He starts to leave the alleyway. “And bye the way,” He shouts from halfway down the street. “Tell Zenko she’s gonna take over the world!”

“I will baby!” They poke their head out from the alleyway.

“Now, get that pretty little ass of yours outta ‘ere!” He smiles back at you, as he charges straight towards the seven dragons in the sky.

Selfishness was eating them up inside. They desperately wanted to bring him back to their embrace, and kiss him one last time. Their mind drifts off to a time when he comes back; battered, beat up, and bruised, but safe. His eyes scan the crowd for them. When he sees them, he comes barreling over, kissing their face. They bring him his little sister, as he watches her cry of joy. The crowds begin to scream as he leans in for a tender, loving, kiss that says “I’m so glad you’re okay, and happy you’re in my life.”

A rusty pipe lands right next to them, causing them to realize where they are. They sprint off to see where he went. The orange beast’s flames turn the nearby park, and everything in it, to ash. The yellow one bashes a nearby office building with its tail. The green one roars, sending violent sound waves that harshly permeate the area.

“ATTENTION HUMANS!" The red beast growls. “If you want us to leave, you must agree to our terms!” Time stops for a minute.

“Okay!” Badd shouts from the distance. “You punks have caused enough destruction already! We surrender! Whaddya want?”

“We demand a sacrifice.” It continues. “It must be a powerful member of your species. He must be able to give us power, so that we can sacrifice it to our king. Then, and only then, will we leave.” A gasp spreads around the room.

Badd takes a glance around at the surrounding area. City T had just been annihilated. So has City X, City V, and City W. There was nothing left of them but debris, ash, and corpses. City S was next.

He knew what he had to do to stop them.

“Alright, I volunteer.” The people part the way for their savoir to walk into his fate. Tears start welling up in their eyes. Their mind is begging him for him to not do this. Stay with them, just for long enough to grow old, start a family, watch Zenko graduate, get married, quit this stupid job, or for just one last, proper kiss goodbye.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Badd.”

“No problem, baby. You deserve it.” He swings your arm over their shoulder. “You deserve the world. Hell, the universe!”

“I thought I deserved the universe!”

“You do too, Zen.” He picks her up with his other arm. “I’m going to do everything to give it to you. Both of you.”

They don’t move.

“Alright! I’m here!” Badd shouts. As he stands, the largest beast comes down, its royal purple wings softening his landing. One of its claws probes Badd’s chest. He presses it harder and harder, and they know Badd is doing his best not to scream.

“If we take this one, we can stop our slaughter for the next ten billion years!”

“Really, your majesty?” The red one says.

“Hey Scales, can we get on with this? Do you need me or not?”

“Yes, we do.” The beast propels himself upwards. As the crowd awaits the event, Badd slowly raises his bat. Once his arm is fully extended, he lifts his pointer finger, pinky and thumb. The monarch of the beasts throws his arm back, charging a purple orb.

“Stay strong everyone!” Badd addresses the crowd.

“I’ll always be with you!” He stares directly at them.

The orb comes crashing down, muffling his screams. All of the beasts have gathered to see their sacrifice writhe in pain. Badd can’t even see his shaking limbs as they give out. He feels his skin burning, as his cries of pain become weaker and weaker. He knows that his muscles and bones are next. He doesn’t waste his energy trying to save himself. He just thinks of the happy moments in his life on Earth, and the reason he was doing this.

His gut told him it would all be worth it.

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The orb disintegrates, and nothing is left of the S-class hero.

“HUMANS! WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR TRIBUTE! WILL WILL NOT BOTHER YOU FOR ANOTHER 10 BILLION YEARS.” The purple beast takes to the skies, and the rest follow. They sprint over, shaking and panicking to find something, anything remaining of their love.

“NOOOOOO! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE HIM?” They sob over the area where he should be laying.

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They lie in his queen sized bed. Everytime they tried to roll over and go to sleep, they couldn’t stop themselves from glance over to the other side, expecting to see his ruffled, black mop, the mesmerizing rise and fall of his chest, and his bulky muscles finally relaxing next to them. His soft snores would normally bother them, but today, it would put them to sleep. It would give them the closure that everything would be okay, and that tomorrow, they would wake up in a cuddle puddle with his sister in the middle. He would kiss their nose and forehead, and recount the tale of his glorious victory of taking down an above dragon level threat as he made them breakfast. This couldn’t have happened. He couldn’t have been gone. Dragons don’t come from the sky demeaning sacrifice! He should be alive! He deserves life more than most of the heroes! He was 17! He had a very healthy and happy relationship! A bright future! A sister to care for! Instead, his sister was wrapped up in their arms, protecting them from the grief as long as they could. She had already seen enough, and she was only ten years old. The death of parents, and then her brother, the sweetest, kindest, toughest man they had ever met, was going to take a toll on this young girl's mind. She was tough, though. She fought for what she wanted. She was the spitting image of her brother, with a touch of her own grace She would make it through this. They knew they had a new job.

They needed to soften the blow as much as they could.

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Zenko had woken them up crying.

“(Y/N)! I can’t sleep!” Zenko sniffles.

“Me either, Zenko.” They lie.

“I want my brother back!” She wails into their chest.

“I want him back too, love.”

“I want him to take me shopping! And make me mochi! And cake!”

“I understand Zenko, darling. But, you have to get some rest.” They stroke her hair lovingly. It was the exact same color as her brother’s.

“WHY (Y/N)-chan, WHY?” They go quiet for a second.

“You deserve the world. Hell, the universe!”

“I thought I deserved the universe!”

“You do too, Zen.” He picks her up with his other arm. “I’m going to do everything to give it to you. Both of you.”

“He wanted to give us everything.” They look down at her puffy eyes and red cheeks, hugging her closer.

“Let’s make him proud.”

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This for you, Forrest. I haven’t had the personal experience of grieving in my life, so I kind of went with my gut on writing this. I’m sorry if this is inaccurate, let me know, and I’ll fix it. You write some of the best headcanons for the fandom, and your little shitposts bring me joy. I understand that sometimes I may come off as annoying in private messages, but you seem very chill, and have quite a bit of wisdom to you. This makes your super enjoyable to be around. Feel free to talk at any time. Thank you for all the good you bring. We’re happy to have you here!

Requests Open! *Unedited*

#one punch man #opm #metal bat #metal bat x reader #badd #zenko #opm metal bat #opm badd #opm zenko #Fiji Writes Stuff

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Diana and Kal bring Aster and Selene to the Watch Tower on bring your child to work day

J’onn and Oliver, this year organizers of the “Bring Your Child to Work”, were terrified something could go wrong. They’ve crossed all the “T’s” and dotted all the “I’s”, but the feeling of unrest remained.

Oliver: Why the hell are we still doing this scheisse? It’s an invitation for potential snafu to happen!

J’onn: You don’t have kids and...

Oliver: Thank goodness I don’t!

J’onn: ...you don’t, therefore you can’t understand the educational potential of the experience. Also, how it helps to create a closer bond between the children and their parents, making the little ones put themselves in the shoes of a grown up.

Oliver: What do you kno...nothing. I’m sorry. Continue.

J’onn: Yes: I had a daughter...and a home (his red eyes got wet). But it’s not only that: I also have empathy, a thing your fortune can’t buy, it seems.

Oliver: Look, J’onn...I’m an asshole. I didn’t mean...I’m so, so sorry.

J’onn: Don’t give it any more thought. We can’t be stuck in the past. How’s the scanning filters working?

Oliver (checking the blue light arches in all the entrances): All seven working at full capacity. I believe nothing undesired will past them.

J’onn: Good. Let’s check the recently installed emergency toilets. Children have a much smaller bladder than adults, among other things.

So they continued with the preparations for the following day.

The following day:

Aster was already 12, but this was his first visit to the fortress since Diana and Kal took him as a baby to introduce him to the League.

Aster: Dad: are you sure Damian will be there? I don’t want to get bored if the other kids turn out to be a pain in the a...

Clark: Language. Uncle Bruce promised. Besides, I don’t think the little snot will miss the opportunity of visit a place more technologically advanced than the Cave. He may even learn something.

Aster: Good. At least, I can have fun pissing him off.

Clark: Why d’you wanna do that?

Aster: C’mon! Don’t tell me you don’t do the same with uncle Bru...Batman.

Clark: Okay, but try to be as subtle as I am: don’t be too obvious or they’ll notice you are making fun of him.

Aster (with a confident smile): “Subtle” is my middle name.

Clark: No, it’s not: it’s Martin. And you have the subtlety of a raging bull in a place full of china. Be careful. Besides, you’ll meet with other kids. Try to mingle. Promise?

Aster: A-ha.

Diana was helping Selene get ready. “Lena” was already 24 and 7′2″ tall, but she was trying to get used to the place soon to be her working place: the Watchtower, as soon as she finishes college, her 10th doctorate. Besides, it was an opportunity to be with her aunts, Karen (Power Woman), Kari (Superwoman) and Donna Troy. She hoped to see Irey West again. Last time they met, there was a certain vibe between them, and Lena wanted to explore it further, if it still was there.

Selene: Tell me the truth: do I look fat in this suit?

Diana: Sweetie: you don’t have visible fat in all your body. Nothing can make you look fat. You have all the curves in the right places. Stop being so insecure.

Selene: But I’m too bulky...

Diana: That was a awkward phase when you were 17, but it’s in the past. Why this negative body image? Your brother only wants to piss you off when he calls you “Big Larda”.

Selene: Don’t say it! I’m gonna kill the insufferable gremlin! But it’s not him this time, I’m expecting to be reacquainted with somebody I knew 2 years ago.

Diana: Who’s she? Do I know her?

Selene (lowering her eyes): Irey, Irey West.

Diana: Wally’s daughter? Cute girl! Don’t worry: if there’s still something there, it will manifest itself. If not, it wasn’t meant to be. Her lost if she let’s my baby go by.

Selene (pouting): I’m not a baby.

Diana: Of course you are. You’ll always be, even if you are of legal age to drink (Both women merged in an emotional embrace. As tall as Diana is, she’s got shrunk by the height of her daughter).

Once on the satellite, Clark wanted to give Aster the visitor’s tour, but with no waste of time, the children went their own separate ways. Clark expected that from his eldest, already a grown woman, but wanted to spend some time boasting about his working place in front of his pre-teen kid.

Clark: Oh, well. Want to have a beer, Honey?

Diana: Sorry, the girls are already drinking wine. Smells like a nice Merlot. Bye, Melopita.

Clark: Go enjoy your gossiping spree, Honey. J’onn! Oli! Hi, guys! Great job, with the arrangements!

Oli: Thanks! Mostly J’onn’s merit.

J’onn: He’s exaggerating, of course. But there’s more: Batman prepared a surprise for the children. A detective mystery.

Clark: Interesting. Let me find Bruce, so he walks me through his preparations, so I don’t spoil the entertainment with any interference from my part.

After fetching a snack and a soda, Aster went looking for Damian.

Aster: Hey, “Robian”. What’s up?

Damian: Kent. Already eating, I see. Careful with the carbs.

Aster: Don’t sweat. I’m still in my developing years. (Aster towered over Damian by 4″, even though he was 1 year younger), I need sustenance. You should eat more if you wanna gain a few inches.

Damian: According to my current diet, perfectly balanced, and my DNA antecedents, my stature, when my growth has completed, will be exactly 6′1″. My estimations are precise: I’ve contemplated...

Aster: Yeah, I’m sure it was a thorough calculation. Lots of fun, I’m sure. But, tell me: what can we do in this place so we don’t die of boredom?

Selene met her aunt Karen near the bar, sipping a glass of chardonnay.

Selene: Auntie Karen! Long time no see! How are you?

Karen: Shhh! Just “Karen”, please. Don’t make me look older.

Selene: You’ll never gonna look old. Dad told me that, as long as we’re under a yello...

Karen: It’s the perception what matters. If they see me with a grown ass woman, who calls me “auntie”, it doesn’t matter how I look if people get the idea of me being from a previous generation than somebody like you.

Selene: Okay. So, tell me, “Karen”, how’s your company?

Karen: Blossoming! My engineers developed a new chip capable of three times the clock speed of the faster microprocessor and half the size.

Selene: Any chance of you suggesting some Kryptoniian shortcuts.

Karen: I may had dropped a hint or two...

Selene: That’s cheating.

Karen: That’s business.

Selene: Oooh! Careful, Mrs. Luthor.

Karen: It’s “Miss”. And it would be developed a year or two from now, anyway. It was in the plans of every major computer company. You know? I liked you better when you were just a wide eye brat, without so much scruples.

Selene: I love you too. I still remember when you used your boobs to make us skip the line for ice cream in Disney World.

Karen: I plead the fifth (laughs).

Aster and Damian sneaked inside the Command Center of the Station.

Damien: I found out Father prepared a “surprise” to keep us kids involved in a “wild goose chase”. It involves a fake security breach here, in the Watchtower. The idea is make the children discover the infiltrate. I plan to give it a reality twist.

Aster: Sounds like fun. How are you planning to do that...?

(To be continued)

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decendingfromgrace · 5 years ago

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Festival of Sound

Fantasy!Bakugou x fantasy!fem!reader 18+

Warnings: violence, blood, gore, harassment (not by Katsuki), lots of fluff, sweet times and happy ending, cultural customs and world building (I have cultural traditions and some background information so that’s what I’m talking about)

Words: 8,700

King Katsuki and his beloved wife are going on a trip to reader’s homeland but there’s a reason why she left in the first place and Katsuki finds out all to well.

@lady-bakuhoe I figured out how to make header images so thank you for the help!

Artwork in header not mine, and I couldn’t find the artist, sorry.

The king of all dragon kind, the great progenitor of the ancient wyverns was not expecting his dearly beloved dragon queen to burst into their throne room raving nonsense about some kind of festival, or so he tried to gather. Her sparkling eyes, wide smile and pacing made him not only curious but also annoyed slightly, however when she shoved a flyer into his face he suddenly understood what she was excited about. The flyer was majestic and filled with fanciful words about a musical festival that would span for three days, it's famous title sprawled across the front of the worn paper flyer.

"The Festival of Sound?" The king asked with a raised blond eyebrow at his queen who grinned intoxicatingly. She nodded and settled onto the identical throne as her royal husband's and leaned over onto his shoulder.

"Once in five years, when the twin moons are full, my old town celebrates by throwing a huge festival. There's music and dancing and they serve amazing food, oh Katsuki it's simply amazing. I was thinking we could go together, we would only miss the first day but-"

"No." The queen paused her excited rambles to look at her husband’s crimson eyes which were under knitted brows. A frown brought the queen's smile down and all but shattered her joy when his set glistening gaze did not alter.

"Couldn't you think about it first?" The king shook his head and crossed his arms defiantly. If a festival of humans so much as saw the infamous dragon king, they would send for the guards and the joyful festival would turn into a bloodbath. Both rulers knew this, but that didn't stop the striking heart ache the queen felt at the flat disapproval of her beloved. She didn't need his permission to leave, but without him at her side the festival would feel empty and cold.

"I know what you're thinking, but give them a chance. We've been trying to form peace between the humans and dragons for years so why not make this into one of those chances?" She tried to persuade him with her big sparkling eyes and smile but all she was rewarded with was a curt "no" again. She signed and her shoulders hunched, the flyer limply held in her hands, and her eyes darted away as a sober feeling hallowed out her heart.

"You know I haven't visited my old home in a while, and I thought it would be nice to get away from the kingdom for a bit. The festival was just a way for me to show you a portion of my old life, before I became the "Great Empress of Flame"" His eyes sharped at her and a scowl formed over his mouth, while his eyes rolled away from her face. She looked to his face then at the armrest of the polished glittering throne, surrounded by soft furs and treasures, truly a symbol of both their royalty.

"I adore it here, and I love you. I just wanted to show you a bit of my world since you've shown me so much of yours." A full sigh was heaved from the king, his garnet stare softened. The queen rose from her golden throne and crumbled the flyer in her hands. Her striking tattoos along her shoulders and arms, jewelry of beads and dragon teeth necklaces, and her glimmering wedding ring all remained Katsuki of the leaps and bounds she had to undergo to be his other half.

"You're right, it was a dumb idea. I'll go and check on the patrol and then we can go hunting for dinner-" A warm large hand held hers and she looked to her king who was scanning her face with an understanding and loving gaze.

"This really means a lot to you, huh? ....Let me get the patrols set up for the next four days and we can head out first light tomorrow." A dazzling smile plastered onto the queen's countenance and she wrapped the king in her own bone bending hug, she kissed his cheek andsquishes his face in her palms while kissing his nose. .

"Aw Katsu! You really are a big softly under all that fuss and angry eyebrows." The king growled and gently bit the top of her ear but returned the hug nonetheless. The queen really did have a large sway over the king, whether he admitted it or not. She pulled away and kissed his forehead, eyes alight with a new found eagerness and she laughed at the disheveled looking king who was blushing fervently from his wife’s adoration.

"I'll go pack some provisions while you go take care of the patrols. This is going to be so much fun Katsuki, thank you!" She smiled and he smirked at her back as she fled to their bedroom to pack, her gate gaining a slight bounce in that special way that showed when she was filled with overwhelming joy. He rolled his eyes and stood up, she really was a handful at times but dammit if he didn't love her for it. He marched on to ready the kingdom for the absence of their rulers for the next few days.

"Dumbass, how far away is your home town? We've been flying for days now." It had only been a few hours and the king demanded that the queen would fly on the way there and back since it was her plan to go. She didn't mind, being able to spread her sienna wings and feel the air glide over her scales made the trip worth it, the clouds let small peaks of sunlight shine down on her light red, orange and gold scales. Each royal member of the dragon throne was able to transform into their primordial dragon form, the queen needed to practice for many years before mastering this ability, but her love never allowed her to give up and he suddenly thanked those long hours for he now rested comfortably on her back as she flew. Her chest rumbled at the agitated king riding on her back as she gracefully swooped under an arch made of rock and pulled up to avoid splashing into the sea below. Her hometown was a ways away still, having been founded in an old woods far off from the rest of the world made the small village secluded and practically unknown. Katsuki rolled onto his back and adjusted on the soft scales and small spines along the queen's dragon form and stared out to his right at the cliff side they were flying from, a small bundle of anxiety flared in his chest at the realization they had left their kingdom's territory and were heading farther away from their sanctuary of lush forests, mountains valleys, and their castle of smooth rock and warm stone. He didn't know what to expect to happen at this festival, but he came upon the notion that his loving queen had adapted so much of her heart, body and mind to be his queen and rule his kingdom with him, and so he figured the least he could do would be to see a portion of her old life. He sighed again and rolled into his stomach so he could look at the horns and spines of his lover who was flawlessly navigating the wind currents and ocean they were traveling over. She had come so far from being that meek sell sword that fell into his den during that human raid, to mastering the ways of the dragon kin through intense training and learning of dragon customs, then to claim and ascend onto her rightfully earned throne even after battling to the near death to keep it, her scars showed the signs of her victories. Katsuki found himself pressing himself deeper into the warm scales below him, as his wife gilded around a cascading waterfall, she made sure to wrap her wings around her love to prevent the water from soaking him.

He didn't understand the custom, he didn't understand the importance of dancing and music but the simple reason that he didn't need to know why but how to make her happy made him join his queen on her small journey. She was excited and that was enough for him, so he remained quite as she rose above a jagged portion of seaside rock and looked out on a vast new land of grasslands and spare patches of trees and a few veins of rivers that pooled into moderately sized lakes.

The day moved quickly as the sun was venturing below the horizon and the droopy feeling of night time fatigue began to seep into the mind of the two traveling lovers. A great roar of a yawn echoed from the maw of the sienna dragon ruler, her flying pattern faltered but she was quick to readjust. She shook her mighty horned head and pushed on ward as the dense forest came into view, determination forcing her to set aside her waning tenacity. A hand pressed firmly against her scales on her neck and her gaze looked to her right shoulder where Katsuki was groggily gazing at her, sleep evident in his eyes and the way his hair stood up at odd ends indicated his interrupted sleep. A small chuckle was stifled by the dragon queen.

"Hey, hon. Come on, you need rest. Make for those caves there and we can set up camp." The dragon queen shook her head again and easily moved her wings to fly faster and harder than before, even though her muscles begged her to stop. A soothing touch of the king's forehead against her neck made his intentions and words make their way into her heart and the idea of rest out weighted the idea of overworking herself. A low groan passes the dragon's jaws and she gently swooped down on powerful wings to the mountain outcropping Katsuki spotted, the stone was chilled but it was a decent shelter from praying eyes and unwanted presences. The great dragon queen crouched to allow her love to slide down from her scaled back, and then transformed back into her human form, tired and weak. The sun's light had long been gone when the queen finally was able to rest, flying over rough terrain, battering winds and unruly seas tried her immensely. In a swift moment, she became weightless as strong arms lifted her into a warm embrace. Her love's hold on her as he carried her to the back of the cave caused that sleepy feeling to multiply.

"You push yourself too far, dumbass." Katskui mumbled to (y/n) who smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest.

"Nah, you're just heavy." A loud set of giggles came from the queen as her sides were tickled until she submitted and was set down onto a soft red cape, the soft fur on the cloak's neck made a comfortable pillow. The dragon king set up the fire they needed to warm the stone around them, and with the flame that resides inside his heart, he blew the scorching heat at the bundle of logs and set it ablaze. The king brought the furs they packed and made a makeshift bed, gathered himself and his love and held her close.

"The town isn't much farther, we should make it by tomorrow afternoon. I can't wait until you hear the music, and try all the food." Katsuki pulled the women closer by the waist and silenced her by pressing her head into his heart beat.

"Right now all I want to hear are your snores, everything else can wait until morning." Small protests of how she did not snore came from the queen but her sleepy mumbles quickly silenced as her soft snoring lulled the king into his own slumber, as their limbs tangled together and their shared heat soothed the chilled stone.

Soft bird song and light morning rays awoke the sleeping queen from the cocoon of blankets and furs she was in. She felt around but found no peacefully rising chest beside her and sat up, her hair in an unruly mess as her eyes groggily opened and closed as she sat up and a massive yawn stretched her mouth. A chuckle was heard and a delightful scent of cooking food roused her.

"The Great Empress of Flame has awoken, all bask in her glorious presence." Katsuki teased as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her gaze fully opened and she saw her beloved husband stoking freshly caught elk on a relit fire, his bare chest and back carried the tattoos and scars of many past battles and memories, her favorite one was the ornate letter of her first name on his shoulder. She had her own battle scars and inked symbols on her shoulder resembling his but instead hers had a K. She wrapped his crimson cloak around her shoulders and scooted close towards her love, he kissed her forehead and briefly pressed his forehead to her's before handing her breakfast on a large tree leaf. She took a bite and a warm flush of smoky venison ignited her taste buds and a smile spread over her face. Katsuki's pride swelled as his wife’s contentment was caused by his care and he gladly welcomed her wanting to press into his side as they ate. She draped the cloak around his shoulder and snuggled into his side and he encircled his arm around her shoulder, her free hand passed over a large three gashed scar that resembled a dragon's claw on his back and the king shuddered. Their soft silence was met with the droplets of the morning dew falling from their perch on the overhead stone of the cave.

"We should move soon. If we make it over the valley to the west then we'll make it well in time." The strong blond beside the women swallowed the remains of his food as the queen stood to stretch her arms above her head as the cracking of her stiff joints filled the air, her hair reflected the morning sun like freshly ignited embers and her eyes caught the sun's rays in a shimmer of color.

"That maybe tough since were walking the rest of the way." The queen paused and looked at her king who was caught admiring her beauty, her blush was brushed off as her concern overcame it.

"Walk? We'll lose half the day doing that, by the time we'd make it to the town-"

"The festival will just be starting. You need to regain your strength." The king got up, cracked the stiff vertebrae of his neck, pulled his queen by the back of the neck for a kiss, and began gathering their limited supplies of a pac each.

"Come on. There's a small spring we can go and get cleaned up in. Wouldn't want those townsfolk getting a shitty first impression." The queen shorted and swung her pac over her shoulder and braced as the chilled morning breeze ruffled the cloak around her shoulders and the thick fog that hung over everything clouded her vision slightly. Her husband huffed before clasping the cloak together and pulling it right under her chin, she sneezed when the soft white fur tickled her nose. The king kissed her head before they began to move, the dew droplets on the forest grassy floor made a trail of where they parted the blades and passed under the canopy of ancient oak, the shorter female member of the band of two marveled at the way a spider web caught the glowing sunlight in the water droplets that made perfect circles.

The fog hung heavily, providing ample cover to any spying eyes that may cause threat to the two as the king pushed his pac higher onto his shoulder. He glanced at his wife who was happily watching a pair of birds snuggled into a neat nest of grass and weeds. A cold wind picked up and she shivered and then pulled the warm cloak higher on her neck and sighed at the scent it gave off, he smiled.

Upon seeing the large spring, the two began to settle their belongings under a nearby shaded oak and they parted so she could pick up a few sweet and nice smelling herbs for soap and he made a quick patrol for any threats.

Her soft humming floated to his ears and he turned to find her figure reappearing form the forest brush, a small bundle of flora and foliage in her arms. She smiled and shifted the bundle to show her successful gathering and he smirked at himself before placing his calloused hands on his bare hips which she took notice to and blushed, her gaze looking away.

She settled down at the pool's edge and called him over, he waded through the water and rested his arms and head on the stone ledge.

"Ok, I found lavender, lemon balm, mint, katsura, and chamomile." Which one do you want?" The king lazily pointed to the caramel scented katsura with a goofy smile and she nodded and went to work.

"I'll put this together and then I'll join you." He simply watched her work, studying her movements, facial expressions, and the simple sway of her hair and the twinkle in her eyes. After a bit she was done and handed him his portion of the makeshift soap and he walked back under the waterfall to wash, he felt her eyes gazing at the muscle of his back as he moved.

He was scrubbing his hair when a gasp and shriek was heard making him quickly break through the cascading water, blade drawn ready to confront any danger, yet the only thing he saw was her nude skin shivering violently under the waterfall as her eyes darted to him.

"What are you-?" Katsuki barely asked before she darted to the cave under the fall and huddled closer to herself, her arms wrapped tightly around her.

"You never said the water was this damn cold!" She shivered and a boasting laugh came from the bemused king and the queen nearly dunked him then and there. Seeing his queen's chilled figure but blazing with anger eyes, he calmed and gently picked her up unto his arms, her legs eagerly wrapped around his waist to leech off his warmth as he suspended her.

"Come on dear, it's not that cold." She huffed and grabbed a portion of his soap and began running her digits through his blonde hair as he snuggled his nose into her neck.

"Says you. Now hold still so I can properly wash your hair." He pinched her behind out of revenge for the tease but she smacked his shoulder a moment after, their shared laughs echoed off the cave walls.

"Dunk please." He tilted back into the falling stream of water to rinse the suds from his blonde head, she then followed by ruffling his hair and allowing him to begin his determined scrubbing of her locks. The sleepy camomile sent swirled around the two as he massaged her scalp and she gently ran her hands over and around his body, the rushing water behind them made a nice white sound to soothe the voiceless air. Once she rinsed her hair and allowed her lover to smooth the sweet smelling soap over her skin and she did the same for him, she went back to dry off while he stayed behind to finish up. She made it to the edge of the pool when a call of her name brought her attention to the top of the waterfall where a nude Katsuki stood in all his ridiculous glory, smirking triumphantly and puffing his chest out.

"You like the view darling?" His booming voice called down to his queen who was covering her giggles with her hand, her smile was heard in her yell of a reply.

"I wonder if I join you, I'd get a better one." She felt his newly glowing gaze travel and cover her as she strutted up the stones and met him at the top. Her lover laughed and his gaze held the acceptance of her challenge, the chill from the morning breeze made both of their skin flushed roses but the joy of such a challenge lit a delightful feeling in their hearts.

"Largest splash wins." The queen challenged and the king nodded, his signature confident and smug grin pulling his lips up to show his teeth. The queen gestured for him to proceed and with a mock battle cry, the king dives into the chilled water meters below with a decent splash. He resurfaced with a large smile and a triumphant glint in his red eyes, he laughed loudly and shook the water from his blond hair.

"Beat that hun!"

Upon her over look of old corroded stone, the queen wrapped her hands firmly around her hips and tilted her head up, the slow sun warming the world surrounding the two and the king swore she was an angel as the light danced around her. Surprisingly, she turned around and marched to the point where the grass and stone met and the path down to where the king met her feet. She braced her legs and curled her toes into the earthy soil, then took off into a sprint that hurtled her off the ledge, but before her skin hit the water's surface her dragon form was summoned and a total wave cascaded down onto the king. His sputtering was stopped when a massive warm presence easily lifted him to the dry comfort of the couples makeshift area, a prominent scowl contorting his features.

"That's cheating dumb ass!" The glare sent to the dragon in the pool waned when the dragon became a beautiful woman who was giggling and smiling widely.

"All's fair in love and war, my heart. Now accept that I won and that we need to get moving” The king snorted and bit back his retort and instead grumbled a "yes dear" before doing as she asked, a smug look twinkled in her eyes, while the king braided her wet hair.

Hiking proved to be slightly more tiring than flying to the queen, her feet ached from stepping over the recent quarry she and her lover passed through. Yet as the sun swung higher into the clear sky and stone turned to grass, she found herself enjoying the sights she long thought forgotten. Her days were spent ruling and that potent want for adventure fizzled out when she married the love of her life and decided that no adventure would amount to any satisfaction to the burn in her heart without her love beside her, through each tired step of the way. The dense trees and mountains were behind them now and vast plains of grass and open air became their new surroundings, the wind calmed as the weeds under the pair's feet were crushed. The afternoon had set in not long after their departure from the spring, and the process of changing the hour seemed to speed up more once they left the forest, however in the seemingly endless sight of rolling hills before the two time seemed to bend to its own will and stopped momentarily as the fading light of the sun spread over the hills turning them gold, each hill looked as though it were a sun dipping below its own miniature horizon. The pair stood atop one of these brilliant hills and watched the sun disappear from view fully, leaving only the blue-black shimmer of the night sky above their heads, the hills themselves seemed to sign into slumber as the winds stilled completely. The queen, tired but not undeterred, looked to her love who was silently calculating the remaining distance. She just watched him in the afterglow of the day, the way his eyes sharpened to adjust to the low light, how his jaw set when he began thinking, that tired look under his eyes. Her gaze fluttered up to the heavens and a gasp left her mouth when she saw the lights that seemed to dance across the sky in dazzling spectrums of greens, blues, whites and reds. The light gave a stunning backdrop to the king as his captivating red gaze looked hurriedly at the queen who was gazing at him with a look of love, a blush hit his face and the darker atmosphere he thanked for concealing it.

"What?" He asked.

"Look." She responded and pointed up to those twirling lights that pirouetted across the inky darkness to the starry sky. The king followed her gesture and, for a moment, became captivated in the light's glow as well, but he regained his composure.

"So? They’re just the ancestor lights, we've seen them before." His shrug was half hearted, as he tried not to stare in total rapture at the way the reflection of such a heavenly glow danced in the urethral gaze of the queen.

"Yeah, but never just with you and never this close. It's incredible." She cupped her hand in his and smiled up at him, he looked away embarrassed but returned the gentle squeeze she gave to his hand.

"Yeah....I guess they are." She began walking again, this time with her husband in tow as they made way across the hills to their final destination which lay close beyond. The king understood so much about the world he has ruled for multiple millennia, but he never understood its pure beauty in the simplicity of such small things, the lights for example until they passed through her gaze. Until she stared at the spider web, until she spoke about herbs and weeds as though they were jewels, until she said his name. All he thought were important but never beautiful, until her. In that moment, on that star scattered sky and dusk covered hills, he wished to fly high into the lights above and dance with her, but he knew that fantasy would need to be patient as the low melody of song began to float around the tree line they entered.

Paper lanterns arched between poles dug into the ground, their soft lights glowed in the night as the shapes cut into them cast animal-like shadows on the trees. The blond king glared at the lanterns, seeing the ancestral lights above and thought they provided better illumination to the surrounding wind than the human contraption. His mind shifted to focus on another new scene, the scent of a dozen strange foods flooded the king's senses and his eyes fluttered to his queen who was practically drooling, her nose up taking in all the food. She met his eyes and their glow glimmered with such excitement that he felt his chest become light and a smile broke his normal scowl. She quickly gripped his hand and tugged him through the crowds, naming off foods and pointing out traditional significances all while expertly navigating the hordes of townsfolk who murmured incessantly.

The king's ears pricked at the mention of his queen's name, the source far off to his right and in a hushed tone, but being in a village full of those who did not speak any known language to him made him hyper aware. His ruby glare hardened ten fold at the small band of women who were bunched off to the side of the crowd, all their eyes trained on him and (y/n). Her name was said again and the king let a powerful growl towards the group and they turned red and broke apart. Once he noticed his wife’s soft hand not in his, the king began to frantically push others from his path, his broad stature and strange dress of beads, cloak, and loose pants and hide boots made him stand out which earned him questioning glances. He heard his name but the words after he did not comprehend. His ears tuned into her sweet melodious voice, but the language that made her words was incomprehensible to him, yet he continued to make his way to her. He broke through the crowd and saw her hair shining, her smile bright as she began to harmonize a song with a few others, her hands held multiple bundles of food on sticks. He growled, letting her know of his presence and wanting for her at his side and her eyes snapped to see him. With a knowing look she seemed to bid farewell to the group and joined him, making sure to rub against his bare side in an ancient dragon greeting for lovers.

"Try this! I know you'll love it." She glowed and her feet rocked from the heel to ball as that shimmer of her fluorescent eye color danced in that special way he adored. The king looked at the food and then to her, the scent foreign but not unpleasant as the steam gently swirled into the night's cool touch. She clasped his hand which held the food gently and took her own bite, her soft approving groans enticing the king into taking his own hesitant morsel. A smoky, juicy taste coated his tongue, the wave of pleasurable taste did make him give an almost inaudible growl and he aggressively ate the rest, his queen was beautifully happy with his accepting nature.

"What is this?" He asked, his tongue passing over his fangs as his lover smiled wide at his approval. The soft mutterings of the crowd were all in a language he couldn't understand and the unfamiliar land made his apprehension grow, but her presence settled his aggression if only a fraction, and so he trained his attention on her to quell his anxiety.

"It's called..ah well..what would it be in dragon tongue?" Her brows furrowed as the king took the next portion of food and began to eat, a new taste of fresh tange hit his taste buds. She gave a small laugh before a humorous glint flashed in her gaze.

"The King's Boar." Katsuki's chest puffed slightly before he gripped her waist and offered her some of the food with his signature devilish smile. One member of the crowd bumped into the queen, making her flinch back and stumble, effectively ruining their playful moment. The king immediately turned angered and his red glare followed the random passer by, but her small tug stopped him and he stilled.

"Come on. I'll find us a seat somewhere quiet."

As the crowds began to disperse with full bellies, a roaring fire was fueled and rose high into the sky, many gathered close to the flames for warmth but the two dragon kin hadn't the need. The two sat close on a portion of plush festival blankets and chatted calmly about the traditions of the festival, the female royal had basically fed the king until he could not eat anymore and with his voracious appetite it was a wonder how the festival didn't run out of food. Her excited rambles on the multiple other types of food and traditions was silenced when her name was called from somewhere in the crowd. She stood and shook her head as did the violet haired male who approached her, a strange greeting Katsuki surmised. Katsuki stiffened at the sudden appearance of another male, his dragon kin blood made him extremely territorial so he couldn't help the growl that passed over his fangs. That same unfamiliar language made their conversation unknown and his anger grew twice as much, his wife and this strange new comer approached his sitting position, the king spread his legs and looked down his nose. A symbolic way to show dominance in the dragon kingdom, his wife reframed from trailing her eyes over him as she spoke. His name was said and the redhead gestured to him, his glare doubled as the violet haired man looked at him with curiosity, his gaze matching his hair's coloration.

"My love, this is Shinsou, he's a friend of mine from when I stayed here. He and I grew up before I left and found you." The powerful and intimidating king rose up and made himself look bigger, his arms and chest flexing and assertive grumbles left his jaws. His mate rubbed his arm and he stilled and stopped his dominantly assertive growls. Shinsou says something in that unknown language and then looks to the dragon kin.

"Nice to meet you bitch." Katsuki's eyes became hot flames and his fangs bared, his roars echoed, but he stopped once his queen placed a palm to his chest.

"He meant to say sir! He meant to say sir! He doesn't know dragon tongue that well." Katsuki pulled back, his hand tightly grabbing the woman's hand. The king glared but puffed dismissively, his gaze not losing its intensity and anger as the violet haired Shinsou looked down apologetically. With a roll of his eyes and an outstretch of his hand, the king waited. When nothing happened, the king glared again, but (y/n) calmly explained.

"He doesn't know our costumes dear, just as you don't know his." She turns to Shinsou and says something and his violet eyes look to the king then to his open plam, the other male balls a fist and puts it in his hand. Katsuki growls, claws threatening to slice Shinsou's knuckles. The women stepped in the middle and spoke softly to Shinsou then looked at the male ruler.

"I'm showing him what to do, he only wants to make a good impression.." She brushed her finger tips over his and slid her hand up to his forearm, automatically the king gripped her forearm and so did she to his, then he gripped the back of her neck and pressed their foreheads together, a soft rumble came from the two of them as a affirmative way to show their support.

She looks expectantly at Shinsou and says something that makes him give a nervous laugh, he steps forward. Katsuki opens his palm and Shinsou sloppily mimics the movements to show apology in the ways of the dragon, Katsuki accepts but steps faraway from the male.

"Sorry." The dragon tongue left Shinsou's mouth and Katsuki simply nodded. (Y/N) breathed a small sigh of relief before speaking to Shinsou again and they began speaking excessively about something.

"Wife, what is he saying." The way Katsuki growled "wife" in such a deep possessive way made an icy shiver sprint up the queen's spine and she looked back with hazy eyes that glinted with a new lust. Such an immediate shift in her body language made the king smirk with pride for having caused it.

"He's asking about how we met, what has life been like away from the village, where did I go before meeting you." Katsuki growled and looked away, arms crossed and gaze agitated. (Y/n) sighed and spoke to Shinsou again.

"Me hope you like festival." The broken dragon tongue made Katsuki look at a nervous Shinsou. His attempt of speaking was admirable, and once the king saw the pleading look in his queen's eyes he rolled his and held up his wrist. Shinsou smacked his wrist to the king's, a quintessential tradition between two equals in the dragon world, this such knowledge Shinsou held surprised the ruler of the kingdom of fire and scales.

"Looks like you're not completely stupid." The queen growled in warning and the king rolled his eyes again, but smacked his wrist to Shinsou's again, the ancient way of showing greeting seemed to bridge the two foreigners. Shinsou spoke to (y/n) and she turned red, pushing the violet haired guy away and frantically muttered something to him.

"What?" It was more of a threat than a question caused by the king and he came to her side instantaneously.

"He asked me if I was going to dance and I said no." A confused pinch of the king's brows brought a smile to the woman's face and she gently wrapped her hands around Katsuki's arm, he withheld the notion to flex.

"During the festival, people dance around the fire and if someone joins your dance then they are interested in you, if they match your rhythm and you like them then they can court you. It's all very traditional, something I lost interest in." She waved her hand dismissively. Katsuki growled and looked threatening at Shinsou who didn't understand the sudden threatening aura surrounding the king.

"Of course I'm already yours so I wouldn't need anyone else, but Shinsou just isn't familiar with dragon customs."

"Then teach him." The king spat through clenched teeth, the anger was not directed at the queen but more rather the violet man. The queen huffed, sudden displeasure hit her nerves and she untangled herself from Katsuki, much to his displeasure. She stepped away and muttered something to Shinsou in their common tongue. Her gaze went back to Katsuki and as she spoke it became angered.

"Then I will. We will be back later once the festival dies down." Katsuki lunged to grab her wrist, his eyes raged but behind those flames was a powerful worry. Not knowing what to say, Katsuki opted to press his forehead to her’s a way of silently communicating his worry and fear over her safety and she sighed.

"I know all this is overwhelming for you, and on top of not knowing what anyone is saying, I suddenly want to go off bu-" Katsuki could see her losing that happy glow around her, as her eyes dulled at his actions towards the festival. The king of all dragons, ruler of all scaled kind, understood that his own ego and discomfort did not trump her enjoyment, and so he cut off her apologies.

"But that doesn't mean I should make this worse for you. I promised to go with you and enjoy myself, that's what I'm going to do. Go have fun and save a dance for me, ok?" Her smile made the stars jealous as it shone so bright. A loving kiss was pressed into Katsuki's lips as she hooked her arm over his neck and pulled him down. She pulled away, her warmth leaving to, and waved back as she stepped into the crowd with Shinsou.

To say the sight of Katsuki the dragon king was not captivating would be an understatement. His broad shoulders, muscles and toned body, and cherry glowing eyes was transfixing. He sat on a high backed seat in the auditorium surrounding the "Great Blaze" or the fire lit to commence the festival, the name he learned from close observation of the other people. He found it funny how mortals worshipped fire as a god, since his own kind were the creators of such, but no matter. The song filling the air was not unpleasant and the food (y/n) filled his stomach was taking the edge off his temper, her scent was cemented in the clock he wore so when he needed her comfort he buried his nose into the fur around the collar. Katsuki was actually finding himself enjoying the evening, and in his heart he knew (y/n) was having fun as a smile graced his face.

Then a touch to his bare shoulder and the pungent reek of sour perfume flooded his nose, his happy warmth was replaced with sudden cold hostility.

"So this is the great King Bakugou. You surely surpass the legends, they do you no justice." A sweet but conniving tone of a woman pierced his ear, the dragon tongue surprising to him. He glared at the face of a black haired and brown eyed woman who's cleavage was practically popping from the thin lace lining of her dress as she leaned over the king.

"And how would you know my language?" The sentence is barely understood through his growls and snarls, but the women flashed a smile so twisted it made the king's stomach curl. She climbs onto his lap, legs straddling him and hips automatically rolling into his. He did nothing but glare, her attempts at riling him up failing miserably as her intimate movements did nothing to the king.

"Let's just day I've been in close contact with some of the rogue dragons you've been trying to deal with." She bites his neck and quickly sucks, surprising the king. The angered ruler pushed her off him, her ass hitting the ground hard and he straightened up to look down on her menacingly, but her eyes seemed to hold lust rather than fear as her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Your majesty. Please allow me to properly service you." She crawled between his knees, her head pressed onto one knee and her hands slowly moving from his ankles to his thighs. He gripped her chin, hoisted her up to be face to face with him and snarled, her eyes glowing with desire.

"Listen here whore, there is only one woman throughout the span of time that gets me and you're sure as hell not even a fraction like her. Now get the fuck away from me." He threw her away again and this time her clouded eyes turned from lust to anger and she spit on the ground near his feet and stormed off. The king wiped her saliva from his neck and felt the growing purple bruise forming, dread and fear mixing in his chest at the realization that his wife would soon see what the whore had done. He went off to find her, his nerves shot and a feeling of impurity and betrayal corroded his cool demeanor.

The prancing royal woman was practically bouncing as she and her childhood companion caught up on their current lives.

"So once I completed the final ritual I was turned into dragon kin, Katsuki and I wed and we became rulers." Shinsou nodded while downing his bubbling drink, the two were lounging next to a beverage stand. The violet eyed man marveled at his old friend who he noted had grown so much from those days of using twigs as swords and exploring the lakes and streams outside the village.

"You really have changed (y/n)." Shinsou laughed but (y/n) grew confused and furrowed her brows, her orange beverage sweet and spicy on her tongue, the spice burning her throat.

"What do you mean?" The two met eyes and he paused, his answer being woven and tossed around in his mind.

"You're just..different from the last time I saw you. I just never imagined you'd become what you are now." That statement made the queen's grip tighten, her back stiffened and her eyes became sharp.

"Well ten years can surely change people Shinsou. I never envisioned you to be a wandering researcher that hasn't gotten out of town yet." She didn't mean for her words to be so cruel, but the hurt in his eyes made her guilt twist her gut painfully.

"Shinsou Im-"

"Well if it isn't the town's flower. It's been a long time(y/n)." A sultry voice cut into the conversation as a man approached with piercing blue eyes and brown hair, his sharp jaw held a sadistic smirk. Shinsou, distraught and downplayed, excused himself, much to (y/n)’s displeasure. The man before her towered over her height, his large palms cupped his hips.

"It's been a while Marcus. How've you been?" Marcus nodded, his gaze following Shinsou before looking back to the women. His demeanor became cocky, and pompous as he swayed over to be closer to her, her personal bubble dangerously close to being popped.

"Nothing much, traveled a bit, but nothing like you. If the town gossip is reliable then it's true that you became dragon kin? That you married their ruler? Get real." (Y/n) almost snarled but recomposed herself beforehand. With a clench of her jaw and shift of her gaze, she begrudgingly answered.

"It's not like you've been in close contact for the past ten years. You wouldn't know a thing that happened to me, I'm not that naive idiot anymore." The blue gaze traveled across her body as the man circled her, like a predator to prey.

"That's right. You're not that child anymore, you're a woman and a beautiful one at that." Marcus growled and stepped closer, (y/n) stepped back, Marcus's whisper made bile rise in her throat. She moved away, he followed. This continued until the buff male cornered the queen against the backboards of one of the food stalls, his arm resting above her head as her back pressed tightly against the wooden boards.

"You're so cute when you tense up." (Y/n) held back her body's shaking and tried to push Marcus away, he only grabbed her wrist and pulled it above her head, pinning it in his grip. Marcus's gaze grew hungry as he pressed his nose to her's, drawing in her scent and licking his lips.

"God you're so addicting, like a delicious delicacy I want to feast on." (Y/n) tried to swiftly kick Marcus between his legs, but his hand dug bruises into her thigh as he pulled it up to forcibly, painfully wrapping it around his hip. His growing erection pressed disgustingly against (y/n)’s inner thigh. She pleaded for Katsuki to sense her fear, but not even a scream came from her throat. Marcus dipped a hand to grasp her butt, the mighty queen felt as tiny as a flea in this moment, her pride and power being beheaded as Marcus continued to move his hands. The final straw was when he bit hard onto the junction of her neck and shoulder, in the exact spot her bonding mark to Katsuki scarred her skin. She screamed his name for help, but Marcus stuffed three fingers in her mouth, silencing her and making her gag.

"Shut the hell up, or I'll make you mute." A single tear rolled down her pale cheek and he laughed, he had the audacity to lick it away.

"I did so love to hear you scream though, it gets me so excited." Suddenly a mighty crash cracked the wooden boards above (y/n)’s head, a figure, broad soldered and blade drawn hurtling through the flying splinters and mental latches towards Marcus. His eyes were a lit with the fires of hell themselves

"Then you'll fucking love me!" Katsuki screamed a bone chilling sound, as his chest heaved and his jaws drooled with anger. He stood posed to kill in front of his wife who trembled with relief at the sight of her love. Katsuki's eyes were pin pricks of a boiling blood color that had the power to split Marcus in two, the brunette staggered to stand before Katsuki crushed his ribs with one kick to his chest. The king straddled the man, his face inches from Marcus's and his clawed hand painfully pushed the brunette's head into the soil.

"Don't you ever touch my queen again!" The dragon king plunged his blade into the brunette's hands, blood pooling and splattering over the brown soil, Marcus's scream was muffled by the earth.

"And don't you fucking think about putting you're fucking ugly mouth on her either." The blade, serrated and made of olden dragon teeth, was placed inside Marcus's mouth, sliced the portion of the bloodied man's cheek that connected to his mouth, and Marcus screamed again. The blond, pumped up on anger and adrenaline, licks the bloodied blade and spits the mixture of spit and blood onto Marcus who is writhing while clutching his face and hands.

Turning back, Katsuki sees (y/n), huddled and holding tears back on the ground. He rushes to her side, wrapping his cloak around her and holding her head close to his chest, softly whispering soothing words. Her breathing evened out as he wiped her tears away and put loving kisses on her face. With a mighty battle cry, the queen lunches at the wounded Marcus and struck his jaw with a teeth breaking kick, his tooth flying through the air and landing in a muddy puddle. Katsuki quickly scooped her up in his arms, covering her face from prying eyes with his cloak and steadily walking out of the shadows where a small group had gathered upon hearing the scouting and seeing the now collapsed stall Katsuki broke through.

"That mess of a man assaulted my love. Deal with him, and we'll be heading home."

As his boot steps made imprints in the grass, the crowd parted like a tiger moving through weeds, their eyes never leaving the dragon king until the lantern's light was at the king's back. Rapid feet beating against the hills made Katsuki tighten his arms around his lover and whip his head around to glare, but it was only Shinsou running to the two dragon kin.

"(Y/n)...is she...good?" He panted out that broken dragon language while clutching his knees, his chest rising as the cool wilderness seemed to welcome the two dragon kin more and more.

"She's fine." Katsuki growled, but (y/n)’s hair peeled out from the cloak to see Shinsou, the wind licking her tear smeared face, and the trees swayed gently. Her soft voice sounded tired but her words, unknown to Katsuki, seemed to reassure Shinsou. They exchanged a few sentences before the violet man approached, slowly for Katsuki was in a state of protection over his love but (y/n)’s hand pressed into his chest and he allowed Shinsou to approach. The two, (y/n) and Shinsou, locked fingers and muttered something low before the violet man backed away.

"Let's go home Katsu. All I want is to just curl up in our bed with you and sleep." Katsuki rubbed his cheek against her head, the sweet decent soothing his more ferocious side as he sighed.

"I'm so sorry my love, you were so excited about the festival and I-" His entire being froze when he felt her hands press into the bruise the women left on him from not that long ago. Her body became rigid and she looked up at him with her own terrifying gaze.

"Katsuki, what is this?" He put her down gently, the clock she wore fluttering in the night breeze and he silently cursed the women for smudging her noxious perfume over him.

"Some whore unwantedly tried to seduce me. This is her attempt at a hicky, but the painful shove she revived taught her to fuck off." (Y/n)’s previous sad demeanor shattered, a red rage clouded her eyes and Katsuki saw the way her hands balled into fists.

“She what? This whole fucking night has been a disaster! Dammit, Katsuki I’m so sorry. Let’s-let’s just go home.” As quickly as it left, (y/n)’s rage returned and she ran her hands through her hair to try and soothe her temperament. Katsuki sighed, the dancing lights above the two glowed welcome ugly and seemed to share an idea with the great blond ruler. He scooped her hand into his larger calloused one, her gaze moving to him in confusion but he simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You promised me a dance, (y/n).” He stated it as a fact and a sniffle escaped the queen as she let him begin to sway. Their feet moved expertly in time with the other’s, their movements fluid as Katsuki spun his wife around the rolling hills of soft grasses and illuminated star light. She giggled when he dipped her and twirled when he gently took her hand. His hands smoothed over the small of her back as her’s cupped the sides of his jaw to give him a sweet prolonged kiss, their smiles broke the sweet gesture after a moment of revelry in their touches. They stayed that way, intertwined in both bodies and hearts as the festival's noises drifted out of their realm of focus. The world became quite once more as Katsuki and (y/n) forgot their sorrows in the greatest why they knew possible, each other and they danced along with the night while the stars above gave them light

#my work #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #fluff #this was a bitch to write cause my computer and phone kept crashing #i want to start oosting longer more detailed pieces cause i have a lot #fantasykatsukibakugou #dragonkingbakugou

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