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limitlessgojo · 3 years ago

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Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 16)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood, Death, Gore, Japanese Mythical Folklore, No Major Character Death

Previous Chapter: 土御門天皇 (Tsuchimikado)

Next Chapter: Inferno: Flames of Hell

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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This chapter is LONG, a lot longer than I expected haha, happy reading!

Chapter 16: Non-Standard

Noritoshi was in a shitty mood to say the least. He went home to his clan immediately after getting a summon. The clan head had discussed their stance on the upcoming war and is readying their jujutsu sorcerers for battle.

His half-brother had made a not too subtle snarky remark about you. "You've already gotten yourself a woman? Wonder if she even likes you. I'm willing to bet Homura's cuter than her." Secretly his brother was curious about you, having heard about your special grade status.

Noritoshi steeled himself, knowing his brother's playboy tendencies at his school.

"That's enough. I am quite serious about her, so don't even think of taking her."

He watched his brother shut up upon seeing him like this and left him hanging.

'Heeehhh? That Noritoshi is actually interested in someone? Interesting…'

Other serious matters aside, his father, as usual, asked about you, only for him to find out you've both gotten into an argument.

The head of the Kamo clan only raised an eyebrow. "That’s normal for every couple."

Noritoshi kept his temper at bay. But he couldn't help resenting his phone call with his father that day. If his father was less controlling and obsessive over their clan status, maybe it would have gone better.

No... He was also influenced by the elders. Ashamed as Noritoshi was to acknowledge it himself.

“We… broke up…”

At that, his father shuts his eyes, mood obviously souring.

"You are literally a fated pair, how is that even possible? *sigh* If it proves too difficult with her… well we had that list of marriage partners set up for you. Homura has made it quite clear she and her family would be very delighted to assimilate with ours."

Is this what Noritoshi wanted? A woman who obviously flirted with him as she lusted for power? No, he wanted you, who never inquired about his status. Just about his family, his mom, dad and half siblings.

You made it very clear you were worried about his family's well-being. And whether they would like you or not. You want him to meet yours. You never even asked him for a gift or much favors. (Though he had a feeling your family was pretty well off, based on your clothes and jewellery.)

And he loved the fact that he could breathe like a regular teenage guy around you. The only thing you’ve requested from him so far was honesty and transparency.

"No. That won't be needed. Y/N is mine. She is the only one for me." He spoke slowly and clearly. This is the first time he actually disagreed with his father. He'd lose his sanity without you.

"I expected as much, I've never seen you this determined about something before. Soulmates are so complicated." His father sighed out. "Do as you wish. It isn't wise for me or the elders to interfere with something as sacred and ancient as this soulbond you share with her anyways."

Noritoshi felt himself earn a small win at that. He was growing a backbone. "Thank you father."

“However! You cannot force her to love you back. Surely you know this. If you don’t get married by the age of 25, as per our clan tradition I’ll have you set up with another woman.”

Noritoshi inwardly sighed, resigned to his fate.

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Needless to say, you trained like a demon as the eve of Christmas quickly approached. Nobody dared come 10 feet near you as you perfected your Blizzard and Tornado techniques. It was normal to hear the crack of a sonic boom and see flashes of lightning around you.

You were hesitant to use your cursed technique reversal. You barely use flames and Inferno in general, but it can't be helped. But now you hold a pack of matches in your hand.

You lit a match and manipulated the flames. It danced dangerously around your fingers before you moved it from one hand to the other.

You were doing well. Spending a lot of time here on campus helped you to control your emotions and not let anger fuel your cursed energy like you did when you were younger. Those were such bad habits.

A wheel of flame circled in front of you. Very clean and stable. All of the sudden, a strong whirl of wind and empty space extinguished the flames like a vacuum … Only one other person in Japan is capable of doing that other than you.

You turned your head to the side and saw an incredibly tall man with snow white hair and a pair of sunglasses approached you. His bright baby blue eyes gently twinkling and peeking over the rims of his shades.

“Satoru nii, it’s been a while. Why visit me now?” You tiredly asked. He came up just a few inches away from you, staring down at you.

“I got a call from Hiroki. I’m here to help you with your special cursed techniques. It’s time, you’ve stopped holding yourself back Neko-chan.” He leered down with his trademark grin.

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You spend the entire afternoon getting pushed around by Satoru. This man was crazy strong. He kicked you against a tree. “OOF” you heaved.

"You avoid using Inferno. Is it because of your childhood trauma? I'm not shaming you but it's something you need to overcome."

You frowned at his words.

"You only have today to train with me y/n! Aren’t you honored I went out of my way from Tokyo to Kyoto?”

"Like hell I am."

“You’re not using the full extent of your cursed techniques. That power is your one true ally in this world. Trust it a bit more. Apart from your soulmate anyways, but I can see you and Noritoshi aren't exactly swell right now." Your eye twitched at that statement.

Satoru eyed the broken strands of red ropes that floated around you. Not a good sign. It was reaching out to the distance. Maybe to where Noritoshi is huh, Satoru wondered. Until he spotted one thin string, still very much intact and alive. He grinned.

‘This prick and his fucking special eye abilities’, you grumbled. He hit your back hard, “What bad language you have. Imma straighten you up today kitteeeen~”

He pranced around you and squatted to lean down to your level.

"But seriously, you say you want to get strong but you fear your own power kitten. Don't do that." Satoru pointed straight at your eyes. “Remove the fear of hurting the people around you. Because you’re literally fighting to protect the ones you love, focus instead on harnessing your cursed energy to fight. Your messed up emotions could cost you a fight, even your life. Doesn’t matter if you’re a special grade like me. At this rate you won’t catch up to me.”

You slumped to the ground in defeat.

“To be honest, I feel like my growth has stunted. I don’t know if it’s the lack of powerful opponents I’ve had lately.”

He sighed out so loudly and obnoxiously that your anger flared up at him. “Thaaat’s what I kept telling you. You shoulda come to Tokyo Jujutsu instead of here! 100% I would enjoy teaching you and I mean it. I could teach you ya know, and Yuuta is there as well. Another Special Grade, although his circumstances are quite unique and with the way he is right now, you have a better chance at beating him one-on-one since he’s a newbie to this world. And yet you kept saying you wanted to be here for your family.” He shook his head.

You felt as though your head cleared up all of a sudden. “Because I was here…. I was meant to be here. Satoru. I know it deep in my soul. Because I met Noritoshi and…. “ Your heart throbbed so loudly you heard it in your ears. A deep pain stabbed into you.

Ah right. You said you were over him. You broke up with him weeks ago.

“And? You’re not together anymore. Figure out your heart and I could let you reconsider transferring to Tokyo Jujutsu High you know?” He said with a frown.

Why does the idea of leaving Noritoshi behind feeling like you were carving your heart out? He isn’t anything to you anymore and yet…

No. Enough of this. You’re here to train and fight that curse that killed Sora. Your emotions were all over the place. Satoru came up to you and wiped your tears off your face.

“What are you doing to yourself y/n? Don’t lie to yourself. I thought you wanted to live life as honestly as possible.” Even Satoru looked concerned and troubled over your state.

You gulped. “Yeah you’re right. I told myself I wanted to get stronger and protect the ones I love. Now I’m just running away. Noritoshi at least has been trying to reach out to me, but I shut him down.” Your heart is hurting.

Satoru stared at you and the cursed energy that was rapidly pulsing around you. Then grinned. “Then... Fight me one-on-one right here right now. Let’s make sure to keep the damages to a minimum and take care of the buildings. All the other students are still here on campus. Sky's the limit since both of us can move well in mid-air. I want to see you control your emotions and fight me properly. I’ll hold back.” He said.

You took a deep breath and looked back up. “Challenge accepted.”

You’ve envisioned this countless times. You wanted to see how you could match-up against Satoru and all his years of experience. You weren’t expecting to win, but you were not going down without a fight. Your cursed technique is actually a good matchup for his.

You can manipulate molecules. Though you suspect his control is on an atomic level, and thus could overpower yours due to his finesse and 6 eyes. But you could at the very least try.

Satoru, on the other hand, already knew of your potential. 'She is the only one I know who can actually touch and surpass me, given that she can control gravity and condense molecules. It will come down to timing and refining techniques.'

“Give me 5 minutes to suit up.” You asked. He agreed. You flew to your room and eyed the katana of your father. He actually planned to give it to Sora when she turns 16. But due to her death, he gave it to you instead on your 16th.

The name was Kintsugi, because it was made of two halves before being welded together in the centre with high grade steel. The center has a core of a fine diamond dust that’s infused with cursed energy. It’s a grade 1 special tool that multiplies the cursed energy you put into it by 10.

“Don’t break it. Don’t break it…. But It’s Satoru I’m going against. It will break.” And so you put it back and instead reached for your best twin blades and metallic whip. You coiled it around your wrist like a bangle, before flying back to Satoru.

“Done preparing, kitten?” He had removed his sunglasses and his blue eyes were out wide open as they assessed your cursed technique.

“Yep!” You yelled. “Ah Toru, shouldn’t we inform the elders or Utahime sensei that we-”

He didn’t give you time to speak as he appeared in front of you all of the sudden. Rushing with a right hook. You quickly dodged. He kept his word and is going easy on you at least.

You exchanged a few blows with him, both his limitless and your spacial barrier active so technically, no hits were landed.

Until you warped the space and forced the molecules around them to retract, making you actually reach and hit him.

He must have expected the solid punch, because in return, he kicked you as he warped off your spacial barrier. You eyed him as you regrouped. It’s anyone’s game huh.

“You’re still holding back! Are you going to be like this in a real battle? Are you okay with staying weak? Or do you have to wait for someone special to die before you ignite?!”

Oh no he didn’t. Your emotions raged, and you tried to calm them down. But all you saw was blood red. You never felt this angry at Satoru before. Before you knew it, you had activated inferno, making the entire surrounding area, which Satoru was in, combust and burn up in flames.

You lit up a match and pulled the flames on the ground and trees towards your smaller flame and held a massive ball of fire. Satoru was gone, it was only soot on the ground. You looked up to see him hurtling down at you.

You barely dodged, before wrapping the flames around you as you used it to strike at him repeatedly. You both rose up higher and higher into the air.

“Special art: Goldenrod,” you shot a bolt of lightning at Satoru only for him to dodge it. “Don’t just shoot it from your hands! Electricity is a current! You can make it run through your entire body!” He yelled as you both spiraled and fought over the campus.

He had the energy to teach you while you were fighting. You scoffed, but listened carefully, generating electricity in your hands before letting it wrap around you.

You were both dodging and striking at each other with such power. The trees swayed violently as winds and rubble were thrown about.

“What on earth…” Noritoshi and the other students stared at the flashes of fire, lightning, and wind above the campus.

The sky darkened. Good. If you had water, that was another asset.

He must have realized this as he immediately activated his Cursed Technique: Reversal. “Red.” You were forced back, plummeting to the ground. You swiftly turned and saw Miwa and Mai staring at you with horror.

You pulled yourself up back into the sky, still filled with fire and lightning, narrowly missing the building. You twisted your fingers to the side. The flames turned into the shape of the Dragon and you whipped back to hit Satoru from the front while your dragon of flame hit him from behind.

He danced around your attacks, teleporting from one area to the next to dodge them.

He then easily extinguished your flames with a flick of his wrist, but your lightning stayed. He can’t extinguish it, because it was coursing through your body, constantly moving.

You both stood, hundreds of feet high above the Kyoto Campus in midair. Lightning flashed above and winds howled.

You’ve never been pushed this hard your entire life. Not with Hiroki. Not with Todo. But Satoru was really on another level of strong. Unbreakable like a monster. He didn’t feel human anymore.

You tried for a Mach Speed hit, which you’ve never tried on anyone else; it would kill them on impact. “Mach 3.5” There was a loud BANG!

Going at Mach Speed has its limits of course. You can afford to do Mach 1, 5 times a day. Mach 2, 3 times, and Mach 4 only once.

A huge cone of smoke formed behind you as you launched yourself at Satoru. He was still able to evade you, but you pointed one hand to him, quickly following up on another attack.

“Fubuki.” Your blizzard technique was a combination of Niflheim and Tatsumaki. Cold air whipped around you and you thrust it towards Satoru. A mini tornado has formed around you and it pushed and pulled widely. But you were in the eye of the storm.

Satoru dodged your winds, but couldn’t escape them all, wincing as some small ice shards cut into his skin. He attracted debris and rocks towards you. One caught on your shoulder, making you yell in pain, but the rest you were able to guard against with your winds.

He immediately closed in on you to prevent you from doing another full blast and punched with ‘Red’. You countered with a roundhouse kick supercharged with your blizzard and lightning, neutralising his infinity jujutsu with a bit of mixed gravity control.

A huge gust of whirlwind was emitted from the impact, forcing everyone on campus down to the ground.

“GOJO! TSUCHIMIKADO! STOP THIS!” Utahime was screaming at the top of her lungs, still heard over the roar of thunderclap.

You both looked at each other and knew it had to end soon. Rain was starting to fall.

He threw his back and laughed out loud. “I hadn’t had this much fun in ages. You’ve grown really strong. Stop me if you can.” And flew away from the buildings and into the surrounding forest. You whipped your tornado around you and quickly followed him.

All the other students that had been watching you go at it followed. Utahime did as well. They stood from a distance as both of you exchanged more hits.

You lit another match and let arrows made of flames rain on Satoru, weakening his limitless barrier as much as you could. Only one arrow slightly singed his sleeve. Damn he was good.

Satoru attracted your body with “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.” You felt like your insides were tearing as you tried to stop his force. But his limitless technique easily overpowered yours. You let go and rushed towards him with both your swords out.

He easily sidestepped and kicked them out of your grasp. The hit was so heavy, even though it hit your swords, you felt the force reverberate throughout your body.

Satoru grabbed your neck from behind, and for the very first time since you were awarded the Special Grade Jujutsushi status, you were forced down onto the ground.

You used your cursed technique to soften the blow as much as possible, but Satoru was relentless as he slammed you head-first down onto the grass.

Everyone winced as you hit the ground hard. "He's not human." Mai said. Everyone agreed, not used to seeing you at the mercy of another party like this. They were reminded of who exactly was the strongest sorcerer alive.

In order to win against Satoru, your goal was to touch him and move past his limitless barrier. Even if it’s just for a moment. You couldn’t use Niflheim or Inferno from afar. He would remain unaffected as he guards and stops the change in movement of molecules around him.

But now his hand was around your neck. Your twin blades suddenly rush to close in around his neck in an x position to gather his attention, while you use your technique to warp the space around his hand to weaken limitless and hold onto him.

You lashed out with your metallic whip, letting your cursed technique run through it. It worked and scratched his cheek a bit.

"Enhanced gravity: Output 30%", the ground cracked underneath the both of you as a massive weight pressed down. And then you shocked both Satoru and yourself with the lightning coursing through you. Screaming at the pain in the process.

He gritted his teeth as volts shocked his bones.

Utahime and the others stared at both of you. "What a huge amount of cursed energy." Todo said in awe. "Non-standard Jujutsu users are insane."

Satoru still had the strength to hit your lower back which caused you to heave out and stop Goldenrod from activating. Both of your clothes were literally toasted. “Haha. You’re a scary one y/n.”

That’s all you remembered before you passed out; you were out of cursed energy.

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Noritoshi rushed over to take you in his arms. Pulling your unconscious body close to his, he gave you a once-over. You had just fainted from exhaustion, there were no serious injuries. Good.

"Noritoshi," Satoru called.

"Yes, Gojo San?"

"Take care of her for me please."

He straightened up, "Of course. There’s no need to ask that from me." He then carried you to the infirmary, holding you gently in his arms.

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Author's Notes: Me writing this entire scene: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!! (x100)

Y/n was able to fight on par with Satoru, because he chose to limit his cursed energy output and match his skills to her level. A psychokinesis cursed technique would be a natural enemy for limitless since you can condense and expand space between molecules. But you still lack experience in battle. And if we were going to talk about Domains, Satoru would dominate the battle.

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noladyme · 4 years ago

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La Cuervo - Chapter 21

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on, on Mayans M.C., are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

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“The bullet only graced her leg; but the wound was still deep enough for her to need crutches for a little while. Do you know of any pre-existing medical conditions?”. The doctor was explaining Nina’s condition to Angel. Nina was annoyed at how he seemed to think the curtain separating him and Angel from her and the other patients, was a wall; that would keep their conversation private. “She’s got asthma”, Angel replied. He sounded tired and angry. “That shouldn’t come in the way of her recovering fully… Not physically at least”. “What do you mean?”. “She is in chock. What she just went through did a number on her”, the doctor said. “We offered her a sedative, but she wouldn’t let us come near her with the needle. The nurse had to hold her down for me to apply the local anesthetic, to stitch her up; and she refused to let us do any blood tests, before we swore you were just outside”.

Nina shifted in the bed. Her leg was burning with pain, and all she wanted was to be far away from where she was. “You should have let me in there with her!”, Angel growled. He was clearly unhappy with Nina being prodded with needles against her will. “It’s against protocol…”. “Fuck protocol!”, Angel exclaimed. “And what fucking blood tests?”. “Sir; there are other patients here! You need to keep it down…”, the doctor said. “What blood tests?”, Angel demanded. “The woman who shot herself bit her. We’re checking for hepatitis B and C, and rabies…”. “Rabies? She’s not a fucking dog!”, Angel almost roared. “Just let me see her…”.

He opened the curtain, and met Nina’s eyes; trying for a warm smile, and failing miserably. “Hey mami… Have you been giving the doc a hard time?”. He came over to take her hand, and kissed the top of her head; before looking her over. “Why haven’t you cleaned her up?”, he asked the doctor. Nina was wearing a hospital gown, having been wrestled out of her own clothes, for the police to put it into evidence bags. She was still covered in blood-specks everywhere but her stitched and bandaged calf, and the around the bite wound on her arm; which had been covered by a band-aid. The doctor sighed defeatedly. “Look, I have about fifty sick and wounded people to tend to within the next thirty minutes; and my nurses are short staffed”, he said, and edge to his voice. “We have to help those who need us the most; and we can’t spend time washing down a patient who won’t cooperate”.

Nina tightened her hold on Angel’s hand. “I wanna go home”, she whispered. The doctor looked at her, as if startled that she could in fact speak. “Miss Teller, you should stay the…”. “Angel, take me home!”, Nina demanded. Angel nodded at her; letting the furrow between his brows speak for him. He put an arm behind her back, to help her sit, and grabbed her shoes from a bag on the floor.

“Mr. Reyes; Nina needs the care we can provide for her here”, the doctor said. “She’s not staying in this shithole. You wouldn’t even give her a private room”, Angel growled, and helped Nina put on her shoes. He let his hand hover over the bandage on her leg for a second. “We’re out”. “What about after care? Pain medication?”. “I know how to deal with bullet-wounds”, Angel said. The doctor gave him a displeased once over. “I’m sure you do…”, he grunted. He sighed defeatedly. “Ok… But I’m going to need you to sign some discharge papers, Miss Teller; stating you’re leaving against my recommendations”. Angel wrapped the blanket from the bed around Nina, to cover her naked backside. His movements were gentle but brusque. “Leave it by the desk. We’ll handle it”, he said, and put his arm around Nina’s waist. “Let’s go…”. The doctor rushed away to get the paperwork ready, and Angel half supported, half carried Nina out into the hallway.

It looked like the entire charter of Mayans were gathered by the front desk. Nina didn’t have the energy to speak, and focused on not supporting her weight on her pained leg. “How are you, mija?”, Bishop asked. Angel shook his head. “They can’t do shit here… The doc stitched her up, but that’s pretty much it”, he said. “That fucking bitch could have killed her!”. “Don’t…”, Nina croaked. He looked down at her, and his expression softened. “I’m sorry, cuervo”, he muttered, and led her to sit down in a chair. A nurse came over with a clipboard of papers, and pointed at the places Nina needed to sign. With shaking hands, she scribbled some intelligible doodles; and handed the board back. “Come back if you experience any unexpected pain”, the nurse said. “What, from her gun-wound?”, Gilly asked with a raised brow. The nurse scuttered off with a displeased look on her face.

“I’ve got the van outside”, EZ said, and looked at Nina with a worried expression. “But are you sure…?”. “I want to go home…”, Nina said bellow her breath. “Please”. Angel ran a hand through his hair, and shook his head. “The fucking exterminator… We can’t go back to ours until tonight”, he groaned. “The clubhouse is crawling with cops”, Gilly said. “Take her to mine. We got you, niña”, Coco said, and he and Angel got on either side of her; to help her get to her feet. More or less carrying her outside, the two men got her out to the van, and into the middle passenger seat. They flanked her, with Coco behind the wheel, and Angel letting Nina rest against him. She heard the other Mayans start up their bikes behind the van, and they drove away from the hospital. Looking out of the van’s windows, she noticed Hank and Taza drove up alongside them, and Bishop went up to front the caravan. They were in protection mode.

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The Mayans were gathered on the small porch outside Coco’s house. Nina could hear them muttering and arguing quietly, as she sat holding her mug of steaming instant coffee. “Fuck! What the fuck are we going to do? We don’t have a switch!”, Bishop growled. “Keep it down, Bish’. She’s right inside”, Taza grumbled. “At least she took out our rat”, Riz said. “She didn’t kill her… Camille killed herself”, Taza said. “Fucking bitch…”, Creeper grunted. A muttering of agreements was heard.

Nina took a sip of the coffee, and picked at her broken nail. The pain from it, the bite, and the gun wound on her leg distracted her from the visions she was seeing every time she closed her eyes. She’d killed another person; no matter what Taza said. If she hadn’t twisted Camille’s wrist, and the shot hadn’t hit her head, she would still be alive. And Nina would have been dead.

Letty walked quietly through the living room, shooting Nina a wary look, before opening the screen door. “Angel. I filled the tub”, she muttered. She heard Angel grunt a reply of thanks, before he came inside with Coco at his heels. “I’m gonna clean her up”, Angel muttered, and went over to help Nina up. “Come on, mami”. Coco led Letty down the hall, and muttered something about her going to stay at Gabby’s for the night. He was worried; all the Mayans were worried. With no snitch to hand over to Palo, they most likely had a war on their hands.

Angel supported Nina into the bathroom, set her down on the toilet lid, and closed the door behind them. Almost unable to move herself, Nina let Angel untie the strings of the hospital gown, and pull it off her. Letty had left a bundle of clothes by the sink for her. It looked like a mix of her own and Coco’s; as she probably didn’t know what would fit Nina. Once she was naked, Angel carefully helped Nina into the tub; with her leg hanging over the edge, to not get the bandage wet. He cupped some water in his hand, and began washing her gingerly. For a long while, they didn’t speak; neither of them able to find the words for what had just happened. Nina knew that Angel had probably taken a few lives himself – it came with the territory – but she wasn’t a killer. At least she wasn’t supposed to be.

She closed her eyes, and leaned back in the tub, emerging herself in the water. The water filled her ears, and the world went silent for a few seconds. Closing her eyes, Nina tried to let calm fall over her. The water was warm, and Angel’s soothing strokes down her arms, made her drift into something resembling peacefulness. Her foot knocked over a shampoo bottle, and it fell into the tub with a clanking noise, that sounded like am explosion in Nina’s ears. It all came back again. The gunshot. Camille’s eyes. Gael’s eyes. The red mist of blood and brain matter. Death. It felt like arms were trying to hold her down – drowning her – and she let out a scream under the water; frantically grabbing for anything to get back to the surface.

Angel’s strong arms wrapped around her, and quickly pulled her out of the water; and onto the floor, where she sat shaking in his arms. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… please…”, she coughed and sobbed. Angel held her tight, and rocked her back and forth. “You’re ok… No one is gonna hurt you". “No, because I killed them… Everything I touch, dies”. “That’s not true…”. “Gael… Daniella… Camille… Jax…”. Her stomach was hurting from the muscles contorting as she sobbed. “You didn’t kill your brother, Nina…”, Angel said, burying his fingers in her hair. “Maybe if I’d done something…”.

With both hands on either side of her head, Angel made Nina look at him. “You didn’t do anything wrong…! You just survived”. He grabbed a towel, and began gently drying her off. After a while, he sighed. “I’m so sorry, querida. This was on us… on me”, he said. Nina met his eyes for a nanosecond, afraid to see her own reflection in them. “No. I killed her…”, she breathed. “I’ve murdered two people”. “No… No, cuervo”, Angel said. “You protected yourself from a monster, and you forced the hand on a crazy bitch, who was about to get herself killed anyway… You did nothing wrong”. “Then why do I feel like I deserve as much as I gave?”, Nina rasped. Angel cupped her face, and made her look at him. “Because you’re too good for this fucked up world”, he said. He put his forehead against hers for a second, before hissing her temple. “Te amo… so fucking much. If she’d taken you away from me…”. He seemed unable to finish the sentence, and simply held her close for a few more moments, before getting to his feet, and pulling the plug in the tub.

“It's time to end this shit. Were going to war with VM”, he grunted. Nina’s heart fell to her stomach, and she tried to stand; but slipped, and fell into Angel’s arms. “Don’t! Palo will kill you!”, Nina exclaimed, tears returning to her eyes. Angel wrapped his arms protectively around her, letting her lean on him. “This isn’t just about you, querida… We…”. “I don’t care! Please, Angel. I can’t lose you…”, Nina sobbed. Someone knocked on the door. “You ok in there?”, Coco asked. “We’re good. Be out in a minute”, Angel replied, before pressing his lips to Nina’s. “We have to finish this”. Unable to respond, Nina simply let him dress her in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She was shaking, and tears continuously streamed from her eyes. Angel wiped her cheeks, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Come on”.

With her arm around Angel’s waist, she limped back into the living room. All the chairs in the house had been gathered in there, and the Mayans were seated down on them; making the room a makeshift templo. EZ hovered by the door, keeping his eyes on the street outside. He looked over his shoulder for a second, locking eyes with Nina. His gaze told her he wanted to say something, comfort her somehow, but now wasn’t the time. Angel led Nina back to the couch, to sit next to Coco. She let out a tiny yelp in pain, as her leg brushed against the coffee table, and Coco picked up a joint he’d apparently just rolled, and handed it to her. “For the pain, ma’”, he muttered, and lit it, as she put it to her lips. Taking a deep drag from the blunt, Nina instantly felt the dulling sensation of the marijuana stream through her body. Angel sat down next to her, and took her hand.

“First of all…”, Bishop began. “Nina, I’m sorry. From what I understand, what Camille did to you, didn’t have anything to do with you situation with Palo. We let her into our inner circle, and she… fuck… We let you get hurt”. “That’s not on you…”, Nina muttered. “Yes, it is", Bishop said. “I broke my promise that we’d keep you safe. We owe you". The rest of the Mayans nodded solemnly. “I… ok", Nina said quietly.

The president sat up straight in his seat, and lit a cigarette. “Ok… Let’s start with the good news”, he said. “Our rat is dead”. Nina had to swallow thickly, in spite of the cloud of calm the joint had left in her head. “Bad news is, we don’t have a switch”, Taza said. “And we don’t have anything to hold over Palo’s head”, Hank muttered. Taza looked at Nina. Their conversation about his secret returned to her, and she frowned at him just enough to let him know she still wanted him to keep quiet. “Let me talk to him”, Nina said. “He wants me; maybe I can…”. “No”, Angel said. Nina scowled at him for cutting her off. “I don’t want you getting killed over me! Just let me see him, and I’ll… I don’t know, apologize, or offer him a deal like I did with you”. Angel gave her a hard look. “You’re not going anywhere!”, he growled, and looked around at his brothers. “Even if Nina wasn’t here, Palo’s already fucked us over enough for us to go head-to-head with the Vato’s”, he said. “I agree”, Bishop said with a nod. “Bishop! Don’t do this!”, Nina exclaimed. “She’s got a point…”, Hank muttered. “Listen to the woman, Bishop. War doesn’t have to…”, Riz began. Bishop shook his head. “I’m done kissing Palo’s ass. Nina’s out of the equation from here on out. It’s war”. Angel nodded fervently. “War!”.

Nina took a final deep draw from the blunt. “I guess you don’t need me here, then”, she sneered, and got to her feet. “I’m gonna go sleep for about a hundred years; and if your dumb asses are still alive when I wake up, then yay… But I’m not holding my breath”. Bishop looked angrily at her. “I’m gonna chose to believe that’s the pain and the blunt talking”, he growled. “Shove it up your ass”, Nina sneered. “Coco, do you mind?”. “Letty’s room is down the hall to the right”, Coco muttered. “Follow the smell of hairspray”. Nina wanted to storm dramatically out of the room, but her wounded leg wouldn’t hold her weight, and she stumbled. Angel caught her, but she shrugged him off. Taza got up, and walked over to take her arm. “Come on, kid”, he said quietly, and led her down the short hallway, into the teenager’s room.

Nina sat down on the bed, and went to lean against the headboard. She wiped away a few stray tears. “I’m good. Thanks”, she said. Taza sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’re not… You’ve had too much happen to you to be ok”, he said. “And now, the man you love is walking into what will probably be certain death”. His words broke the fragile strings holding Nina together, and once again, she began sobbing. “I don’t want that… I don’t want any of you to get hurt for me!”. Taza scooted closer, and pulled her into his arms for a moment, before pulling back. “Nina, I love you; but you’re thinking a little too much about yourself at the moment”, he said. “Any one of those men out there would throw themselves in front of a moving car for you; but this war isn’t about your situation with Palo. They want war”. “Why?”, Nina croaked, and wiped her eyes. “Bishop and Angel are right. Palo’s overstepped our boundaries in more ways than one; and he needs to pay”. “So you’re behind this? You want war as well?”, Nina asked. Taza sighed. “No… I’ve seen Palo at his worst before… He’s a nightmare”, he said. “He’s not going to stop until every Mayan in the charter is dead, and then he’ll move on north; try to take out Oakland”. “Is Vatos Malditos really that strong a club?”. “They don’t fear death… And that makes them dangerous”.

They sat for a moment in silence, before Taza spoke again. “We know what needs to happen”. Nina’s eyes widened. “No, Taza; please!”. “I can finish this before it starts”, Taza said. “And I want to”. “What if they…?”. “I’m tired, sweetheart”. The VP squeezed her hand. “Every day I’m not being honest about who I am, I feel like I’m betraying both myself the man I loved”. Nina swallowed thickly. “You want to come out to the club”, she whispered. Taza nodded. “I’m afraid to… but by doing it now, I can avoid the people I love being killed in an unnecessary war. I have to”.

Nina took a deep breath, and then blew it out. The haze of the joint was already wearing off from the seriousness of the situation. “Do you want me to come with you?”, she asked. Taza smiled, and stroked her cheek. “No… This is something I have to do on my own”. He kissed her forehead, and got to his feet. “Whatever happens, just know that I think you’re one of the best things that has ever happened to this club”. Nina tried for a warm smile. “I love you, Taza”, she said. He winked at her, and left the room; closing the door behind him.

She laid back on the bed, letting herself accept the situation. A murmur of voices from the living room broke the silence. On one hand, she was happy she couldn’t clearly hear what was going on; on the other, she wanted to jump out of bed, and run after Taza – if only her leg would have carried her. She heard Taza speaking calmly, before being interrupted by Bishop; his voice a little more gruff. Taza continued speaking, before a group of voices rose. “You’re fucking kidding me!”, she heard Riz exclaim. Taza spoke again, being interrupted by Creeper’s voice. “… keep this from us?”, was all she could hear, before Angel cut him off. “… Nina in on this?”. Taza muttered something more, when Bishop growled. “… done!”. The president’s voice was cold. Taza spoke again, and then the door opened and closed. Nina heard a bike start up, and drive away.

She turned her back to the door, and fell back into tears. She didn’t know how long she cried, but in the end, she fell asleep.

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When she woke, it was dark outside. The door to the hallway was slightly open, and a set of crutches were leaning against the wall by the bed. Nina sat up, and grabbed the crutches to get to her feet; before hobbling into the hallway, and went towards the living room. Coco was seated on the couch with a dazed expression, probably only partlydue to the blunt he was halfway through. Nina sat down on one of the empty chairs, and he handed her the joint. “How’s the pain?”, he asked. Nina took a huff of the blunt. “Better”, she said, unable to avoid chuckling, as the smoke left her lips again. Coco smiled at her. “Where is everyone?”. “Bish’, Riz and Hank are at the clubhouse; cleaning up after the cops. They brought the boy scout”. “Then I know who’s really doing the clean-up”, Nina said, and rolled her eyes. “Yeah… Angel’s grabbing food, and Gilly and Creeper went to Vicky’s”, Coco said. “Said they needed it”. Nina clenched her jaw, and braced herself. “Taza?”, she croaked. Coco reached for the blunt, and took a huff himself. “He left after he told us… Shit, I never knew”. “Are you going to… What are you going to do to him?”. Taking a last draw from the joint, Coco put it in the ashtray, to let it smolder. “I don’t know… We never had to deal with anything like this before”, he said. “What do you think should happen?”, Nina asked. Coco shrugged. “Taza’s a good VP. He kept a secret, but he hasn’t hurt anyone, or done something against our rules”. “He broke one rule”, Nina muttered. “It’s a fucked-up rule”, Coco grunted. Nina let a smile ghost her lips. “Taza can ride, and he can make decisions… That’s what I care about”.

Angel pulled up outside the house, and came in, carrying a large paper bag. He gave Nina a short smile. “You get some sleep?”, he asked. “Yeah… some”, she said. “I got burgers…”, Angel said, and put down the bag on the coffee table. “I went by the house, and opened the windows; but it still smells like shit in there”. “Letty’s out. Stay the night”, Coco said, and went to get beers from the fridge.

Angel sat down on the couch, and began unpacking the food. Realizing she hadn’t eaten all day, Nina’s stomach made an angry growl of hunger. “Woah…”, Angel said, and looked down at the blunt in the ashtray. “Munchies?”. “A little”, Nina admitted. “Are you ok?”. “Why wouldn’t I be?”, Angel asked. “Just… Everything that happened today, I guess…”, Nina began, before sighing, and shrugging. “What? You mean the part where my girl yelled at me, and then got shot?”, Angel said. “Or the part where I find out she’s been keeping secrets…”. He raised a brow at her, and Nina felt her cheeks burning. “It wasn’t my secret to share”, she muttered. “If you’re gonna fight, do it later”, Coco said, returning with three beers, and handing them out. “I’m hungry”.

They ate in silence, before Coco called it a night, and went to bed; tired as fuck, as he declared. Angel and Nina sat for a few moments more, avoiding each other’s gaze. “I couldn’t tell you…”, Nina finally said. “No, I get it”, Angel sighed. “It’s just… You kept this secret, that could have saved your life. And you didn’t let me help”. “That’s what you’re angry about?”. “I’m not angry, querida… I just wish you’d let me protect you”. “By hurting Taza?”, Nina asked. “I would have had his back!”, Angel said. “I knew that… At least I think I knew”. Nina shook her head defeatedly. “But if the rest of the club decides to punish him, you can’t stop that!”. Angel took the last sip of his beer, and began clearing the table. “We’re not letting that happen”, he muttered. “Who?”, Nina asked. “Me… Coco and Gilly… you”. He gave her a warm smile, and went to throw away the trash.

Nina got to her feet, and with the help of her crutches, she followed him into the kitchen. “How did everyone else take it?”, she asked, leaning against the doorway. “Riz and Creep are pissed Taza didn’t tell the club a secret that could save us from war. Tranq is… Tranq. He doesn’t let anyone know what he feels until he’s sure about it himself. And Bish’… I can’t read the man”. “But you’re behind Taza…”. “Yeah”. He came over, and gave her a short kiss. “Thank you”, Nina said. “For what?”, Angel asked. “For being… you”, she smiled.

Letting Nina support her weight against him, Angel led Nina back into Letty’s bedroom; carrying her crutches for her. She winced a bit, when she accidentally stepped down on her bad leg, and Angel frowned. He closed the door, and helped her get in to bed, before shedding his cut, and climbing in with her. “You gonna sleep in your jeans?”, Nina asked. “If I take them off, you’ll just start getting ideas…”, Angel smirked. “I got shot today, just before being drenched in another woman’s blood… And, we’re lying in a bed under a poster of Zac Effron. I think I can gird my loins”, Nina said with a scowl. “Maybe I can’t”, Angel whispered, and pulled her into his arms. He accidentally bumped against her leg, and Nina let out a small yelp. “Fuck. Are you ok? I’m so sorry!”, Angel exclaimed. “I’m ok…”, Nina whimpered. “Just don’t touch it”. “I’ll get you some drugs tomorrow. The good kind”, Angel promised. Nina chuckled, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Thinking about the day after, she suddenly frowned. “What’s wrong, cuervo?”, Angel asked. “Tomorrow… What’s gonna happen?”, Nina said. “Clubwide lockdown…”, Angel sighed. “I’m taking you back to the house in the morning, to get your stuff. Coco’s gonna go with us, as an extra gun; but after that it’s back to the clubhouse”. “And then what?”. She felt herself starting to shiver, and Angel gingerly pulled her closer. “We called in backup. Bishop met with Alvarez today; and Oakland is coming down to back us up if needed”. “SAMCRO?”, Nina whispered. “What do you think?”, Angel smiled. “SAMDINO too… Don’t run away with Packer”. She pinched the skin of his arm playfully. “Ow!”. “So you’ll have the numbers… You might not even have to use Taza’s secret”, Nina said; ignoring his exclamation of pain. “We don’t know Palo’s numbers yet… VM has grown since Taza’s day”, Angel said. “We gotta be ready for a fight”.

Nina sighed, and put an arm across Angel’s chest; burrowing against him. “After this morning… I’m so sorry I got so angry…”. “Nah, I had it coming", Angel said. “I said some stupid shit… That could have been the last thing I ever said, before I lost you…”. “I did leave you; I fucked up so bad…”. “We’re past that, querida. I shouldn’t have brought it up…”. Angel brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “But you were right. I should have found a better way… And now you’re going up against Palo, and you might not make it…”. “Nina…” Nina continued, unable to control her panicked breathing. “I’m gonna lose you! He’s not gonna stop until you’re all…”. “Nina, stop!”, Angel said. Nina felt her lungs beginning to close up, and she took a few heaving breaths. Her anxiety worsened, when she realized she didn’t have her inhaler. Angel dug it out of his own pocket, and pressed the button on the top, before holding it to her lips. Breathing in the powder, Nina felt her breathing return to normal, and Angel put away her inhaler again. “You have to relax, ma'. You’ve been through too much today". Wiping her eyes for her, he kissed her forehead. “I can’t lose you…”, she whispered. Angel looked deep into her eyes. “I’m gonna do whatever I have to, to get back to you”, he said, and kissed the top of her head. “I love you”. “I love you too”.

Tilting her head, Nina sought out Angel’s lips, and breathed him in, in a deep kiss. Angel carefully lifted her knee, to let her leg rest over his. She craved his closeness, needed him near her, more than ever; for fear that it would be the last night she’d get to sleep in his arms. Angel soothingly brushed his fingers up and down her lower arm. “I can’t deal with any more death…”, Nina said. Suddenly, without even knowing it herself, she’d made a decision. “I want to see Palo”. Angel’s eyes widened. “No, Nina. That’s not happening…”, he said, and went back to stroking her arm; though a bit more roughly than was comfortable. Nina pulled herself away from his grasp. “I can’t run away from what I did”, she said. “So, you’re going to let Palo punish you? Kill you?”, Angel asked. “No, I’m… You’re right. I haven’t done anything wrong; I’m not looking to be punished for anything”, Nina said. “But I can’t let anyone else die on my account. Not again”. "It's like we said. This isn't about you anymore". "But if I hadn't been here...", Nina tried. Angel sighed. “Get some sleep”, he said. “But…”. He looked at her intently. “Sleep. You’re in pain and you’re high. You’re not thinking straight. You’ll have a clearer head tomorrow”. He brushed his lips against her cheek, and closed his eyes.

To Angel, the conversation was over. To Nina, nothing was settled; and it took a long time, before exhaustion finally forced her to drift off.

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#angel reyes #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans #ez reyes #coco cruz #angel reyes x oc

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mandospace · 4 years ago

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May the 4th Be With You // Revenge of the 5th Drabble Night!

Hello, everyone! I’ve been wanting to host a drabble night (or drabble weekend!) for quite some time now, and what better day to do one than May 4th?!

So, in honor of May the 4th Be With You and Revenge of the 5th, I am hosting this blog’s first ever Drabble Night! I will be writing for Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) and Boba Fett!

To send in a request, just send in an ask with the character and the prompt number! For example: Din Djarin with A 37, please!

The prompt list can be found below. I hope you all send in some requests, and I look forward to writing a little drabble for you while watching some Star Wars :)

The Prompts (under the cut):

(creds to @dresupi!)

A. ANGST:

“I think we should break up.”

“You aren’t who I thought you were.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?”

“You promised you’d change!”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What is so wrong with me?”

“I’m sick of trying.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Your problem isn’t me, your problem is _______” (Fill in the blank)

“I’m always wrong, aren’t I?”

“You said this time it’d be different.”

“Please give me a chance.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“We can’t keep this up forever.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Don’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t ever call me again.”

“Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“This is your son/daughter.”

“I think I need a break from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“It’s better this way.”

“The baby… it’s yours.”

“After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

“I can only blame myself.”

“I was only pretending.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“This is all because of you!”

“I don’t feel the same way.”

“Just go!”

“Please stay.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm!”

“I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.”

“I need to be alone.”

“Stop calling me.”

“I can’t remember why I ever loved you.”

“Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe what you’ve done.”

“I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.”

B. FLUFF:

“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

“You want a bite?”

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

“What should we name him/her?”

“Have you ever played in the rain?”

“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“Why are your feet so cold?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“There’s room for two/three!”

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

“Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

“Here’s my number!”

“You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your hands are so warm!

“Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“You’re sweeter than candy.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Your hair’s so soft…”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“Can I rub your back?”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“I think I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hold my hand.”

“It’s not morning yet.”

“Stay for a little longer…”

“Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“You are my love.”

“You were right here all along.”

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.”

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“Call me whenever… no really.”

“You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”

“You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“We’re pregnant!”

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.”

“We could try cuddling.”

“Stop being so cute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

C. HURT/COMFORT

“I came as soon as I heard!”

“Get back in bed, you’re not healed yet!”

“I’m not leaving your side.”

“I don’t care, I’m not staying in bed!”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Want me to hold your hand?”

“Move as little as possible.”

“Hey… you’re awake!”

“Stay close, please?”

“Don’t look at me… I’m sick!”

“I think I’m going to puke…”

“I’ve never felt worse.”

“Does it hurt badly?”

“Don’t move, I’ll get help!”

“I’m so tired I can barely move.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Can you see me?”

“I’m coming for you, don’t move!”

“Want some tea?”

“Can you please stop eating that? The smell is making me nauseous.”

“Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

“Morning sickness isn’t always in the morning.”

“Eat your soup before it gets cold.”

“I want more noodles… that’s just broth and you know it.”

“Can I have a glass of water?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes, I’m taking care of them. They’re coming home with me.”

“Do you want me to get more blankets?”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“Can you come pick me up?”

“Just breathe. Breath with me.”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“Talk to me. You can’t take on all of this alone.”

“I think I have a band-aid in my purse…”

“I’ll need something stronger than this.”

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“The sight of blood makes me pass out.”

“I’m in the hospital.”

“Just keep pressure on it.”

“You should probably eat something.”

“Oh hey… you’re here.”

“Oh, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

“You’re burning up.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Hey, hey… it’s just me.”

“Calm down…”

“Because I care about you!”

“I don’t know where I am!”

“How drunk was I?”

D. SMUT

“I love it when you moan my name.”

“You got started without me.”

“Just a little harder…”

“Gimme a taste…”

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

“Grab the headboard for me, will ya?”

“No panties?”

“I want you now.”

“Use your tongue.”

“Please don’t stop.”

“Do you like that?”

“Let’s put that mouth to good use…”

“Let me help you forget that jerk…”

“You can get louder, can’t you?”

“Look what you do to me.”

“I want to taste you.”

“That feels so good.”

“Don’t cum yet…”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I could use a hand…”

“Take off your clothes. Slowly.”

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“Shhhh…”

“You sound as if you like my teasing?”

“Watch me until I say you can join in…”

“There’s only one rule. You can’t use your hands.”

“Look deep into my eyes, sweetheart.”

“I want you to leave marks.”

“I want to watch you fall apart.”

“I dreamed of you all night.”

“Face down on the bed. Now.”

“Don’t apologize about your morning wood.”

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Spank me.”

“Take me now.”

“Tell me how you like it.”

“I just want to please you.”

“Tell me I’m a good boy/girl/lover.”

“Let me watch you touch yourself.”

“Each of my thoughts about you are improper.”

“Use your teeth.”

“I love it when you kiss my neck.”

“Don’t be gentle.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.”

“You’re not going out dressed like that.”

“Make me.”

“All mine.”

“Please make it rough.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I’ll let you do anything if you’ll just touch me now.”

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green-g3ck0 · 4 years ago

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[[TW- death// schlatt// heavy angst]]

<<Characters: Tubbo, Tommy, Wilbur, Schlatt, Dream>>

The young man walked towards the broken down house. His mind raced with memories, a cold wave hitting him.

He kicked a few shambles, it breaking more and dust forming. He looked up and touched the rusty frame of the house, tracing the dents made from past wars.

He sighed and walked in, remembering what he came for. But he still had time to look around and remember more.

He hummed a small tune, not remembering the lyrics, but still stuck in his mind. He opened a large chest and rummaged through many items, much being cobble and dirt. When finding nothing, he closed the chest and moved on.

He opened empty furnaces, taking the left coal to use later, and any other items possibly left for storage.

He glanced at the E-chest and paused. He knew what he was looking for would be in there. He looked outside to the darkening sky and sighed.

He opened the chest and grabbed the disk, fiddling with it slightly. He closed the chest after keeping a few other items and walked out, looking for the familiar jukebox.

He sat down and plopped the disk in, feeling a familiar physical chill, but his mind and heart felt warmer.

As the song played, and the sun set, his mind drifted, and the familiar song made a smile appear on his face.

“Ya know Tubbo, Dream was trying to get this disc out of me- like- it hold some importance to him or something!” The blond commented.

The brunette laughed slightly and turned to the other. “Not to him! It’s important to us though, right Tommy?”

Said boy nodded. “It’s very important Tubbo- this- this land is important! We worked hard for this land and we will make sure we get our freedom! Even if it kills us!” He proudly exclaimed.

Tubbo sighed, growing a bit nervous. “W-Well- hopefully it doesn’t kill us- but yea! This is our land!” He joined the blond beside him, the two watching the sunset while the song played.

He sighed, kicking his feet a bit. The plan never stuck. While they kept their land, they lost it the next couple weeks after the election. He remembered how before the election, he told his friend about an escape tunnel and bunker just in case. Thank god.

“C’mere, cmere-“ he coaxed his friend. The blond followed and was led to an underground shelter. “I made this just in case something goes wrong. Hopefully nothing does, but just in case.”

He sighed heavily and nodded. “Thank you Tubbo. We might need this. Good planning by the way-“

Tubbo thanked the running Vice President and they made it back up to the surface, waiting for the election to be held.

And thank god he did that. His friends didn’t win, and unfortunately lost to a dictator. Every other day the two met in the paths connecting the country to the banished land.

He looked down at his feet, tracing the wood. He remembered the last time him and his friend spoke here.

“Tubbo- we could run away. We could run and forget it all. Forget Pogtopia, forget Manburg- we could live happily by ourselves and not be harmed.” Tommy told his British friend.

He responded first with a nod. “We could. We could take a few items- the discs, armor, tools, food- and run. Away from Schlatt, away from war..”

The boys looked at each other in regret. “Tubbo we can’t. We can’t leave just yet- it’s too dangerous.”

Tubbo agreed and sat up, dusting himself off, Tommy doing the same. They both agreed it was a bad plan and it needed to at least be thought of more before even considering.

And it was never considered again.

The last time the boys were on a team together was on their death beds. One more fortunate than the other.

Tubbo remembered being put in the box- this time not as funny. His president- the one he thought was warming up- put him in danger. He made him dress up and decorate his own funeral.

“Techno get up here!”

The two stared at each other, knowing what was about to happen. His friends whispered to him saying to trust the process, he’ll be fine.

He wasn’t fine. No one was. Blade won a 1v20, and few were happy.

“You killed Tubbo!” His friend yelled at the arsonist.

“I was peer pressured!” He argued.

Tubbo watched his friends argue, Tommy arguing heavily that what Techno did was wrong. Neither were right, nor wrong.

Tommy and Tubbo both knew that with Wilbur not following through with his plan, everyone’s days were numbered.

At least Tubbo made it out alive under someone’s shitty plans.

He felt a tear slip down his face as he remembered the last few moments with his friend.

The song was playing on the jukebox. But a certain someone wasn’t getting their way, and was pissed.

“So- this- this is your place? This shithole-“

“Leave Tommy and Tubbo alone!” Wilbur yelled at the former president.

The latter of the mentioned boys was behind the other. Tommy protected Tubbo with his life, which was being threatened by a crossbow to the head.

“You shitheads are the reason my country is the fucked up place it is! And someone will pay!” Schlatt yelled.

“Then shoot me!” “Then shoot him!” Wilbur yelled back as Tommy overlapped his voice, pointing at the other culprit.

The American chuckled sinisterly. “If I can have Manburg than no one can-“ he mocked Wilbur. “-oh bitch bitch bitch. No matter what- no one got Manburg. No matter what you did, my country suffered because of your dumbass. And because of that..” he slowly turned to face the young boys. “Someone. Someone will pay. “ he growled.

Tubbo tensed as he saw Tommy sigh shakily. “C-Can I at least get final words? Can you be that nice?”

Schlatt rolled his eyes. “Fine. Say your last words or forever hold your peace or something-“ he then coughed heavily and complained about the air.

Tommy then turned to Tubbo. “Tubbo listen- whether I make it alive or not- you have the discs. Find them, and remember me. Remember us. Remember what we did for L’Manburg. Remember our promises. Remember all those times I tried to stay by your side, even though we were on opposite teams. I’m sorry for anything I couldn’t accomplish. I wish I could’ve been a better older brother figure to you Tubbo. But through it all, be the man I wish I could’ve been. Even in spirit, I will still be by your side.”

Tommy smiled and hugged Tubbo tightly. The smaller Brit cried in his friends shoulder after his words.

A yawn was heard behind them. “Ya two done yet?!” Tommy sighed heavily and separated from the hug, ruffling Tubbos hair.

“Not yet.” Tommy then ran over and decked Wilbur, shouting many profanities that shocked all parties.

Once done, he walked back over to Tubbo and gave him one last hug before walking into an enclosed area. “Now. Now I’m ready.”

There was a click and a ping before suffering was heard. Schlatt sighed and looked at the other kid. “Go away now or you’re next.” Tense, he listened and ran towards the surface.

Tubbo could feel the hot tears down his face as he heard the song ending. He remembered all of it.

“I remember Tommy.. don’t you worry. I miss you...”

“Tubbo..?” A voice called.

He jumped and turned towards the sound, seeing the owner and calming down.

“O-oh hey dream! Uh- how are you? What’s up?” He quickly wiped his tears, trying- and failing- to seem okay.

“Tubbo.. I mean- I’m alright.. what’s up with you..? If you wanna talk about it- that is..” the man replied.

He couldn’t stop the tears this time. His body shook as he cried harder, remembering his counterpart.

Dream walked over and engulfed Tubbo in a hug, hushing him and trying to comfort him any way he can.

They eventually got to the point that sitting in the grass was a better option. The older one rubbed circles on the crying boys back, sitting quietly, knowing how rough Tommy’s passing was.

Nothing can change what Tubbo saw when he went back down to see the damage. Nothing can change the figure he saw. Nothing can change the fact that he clutched the cold body that was alive a week prior.

Nothing can change the fact that the bastard he used to call president was still walking around, knowing what he did and proud as hell.

Nothing can change the fact that Tubbo sat and cried- he hasn’t stopped crying- for the past months after the event.

Nothing has changed the nightmares when he slept. And nothing changed the fact that he was now ripped from his other half. His partner in crime. The only other person who he trusted more than anyone in the world.

Nothing changed the fact that since he left that broken down shamble, the ravine his friends called home, he has not stopped feeling a cold wave by his side.

The cold wave came when he slept, when he cried so many tears into his pillows. It was right there on his arm and back, on his cheek, bringing a sense of comfort.

The cold wave was there when he sat on the bench, remembering his friend and all the good and bad memories.

And even now, still holding his arm and on his head, every so often wiping his tears, or trying.

He sniffed. “D-Do you feel the cold too?” He asked the owner holding him.

“I do Tubbo. Maybe it’s Tommy. Ghosts and spirits tend to be a colder presence if near. So maybe he’s here to comfort you.” Dream smiled softly.

The boy trembled harder, taking his words into consideration- almost working. “I-It can’t be. N-Nothing can b-bring Tommy... bring Tommy back..”

//Hi I just wanted to write angst I’m sorry :)//

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years ago

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Humans are Space orcs, “Not the Hero

Alright guys, here is the ending to all the angst, everything after this is recovery, so you may rest easy. You should thank @heerojiro for the comment they posted earlier today b/c I was thinking about posting something else and making you guys wait for the end of this arc. In fact, I had most of that other idea written.

However apparently I have been causing a tiny bit of anxiety for some of you lol. So I have decided to end your pain today. hope you enjoy, and look forward to having a little more fun tomorrow.

Also, sorry for the pacing. It was very hard to write this scene in two hours.

“Any movement?”

“No, except for those drones anyway, those suckers have been flying around for the last few days, almost nonstop.’

“Well that’s the first thing we’re going to have to deal with then.”

“Yeah, I was thinking we have our pilots feign an air strike, head in from the left and right and draw away their drones, then get in behind them with another group to cover our advance. I want to start up with trucks going straight down the middle, but send the real attack team in from the side. We have enough of those hand-held energy shields we could probably break through their line on the inside, toss a bunch of grenades to clear them out, and then use the light machine guns to mow down the rest. There are so many of them jammed in there that it shouldn’t be a problem, be like shooting at the broad side of a barn.”

“What did the commander say he wanted?”

“He wanted the Delta units light machine guns, or paired with someone with a light machine gun. The delta units will carry the gunner to the barrier and then set them up with a perimeter once inside.”

“How the hell do we plan on destroying their ship, a little C4 isn’t going to matter.”

“Yes, but a little C4 in their open engine compartment might.”

“That would kill everyone inside.”

“Which is why we will pull out before that happens. The explosion of their energy core will be contained inside their shields protecting the rest of us from what is going on inside.

“That…. Sounds good enough, I guess.”

Sunny listened only halfheartedly as the two officers planned their attack. Of course the Commander had given his orders, though at the moment he wasn’t capable of thinking past more than a few sentences. Though the nerve block was designed to stop pain, the Steel eye suit was apparently capable of partially overriding the block and sending nerve signals into the brain.

He couldn’t move, but was also in pain, though only marginally in comparison to what he could be under at that moment. She glanced over her shoulder towards the tent which had been erected for his privacy, and found that a lot of other people were staring too. Operation steel eye had been a largely publicized moved by the UNSC during the Drev war, a lot of people had heard about it though no one had actually seen one of the suits in combat, accept for a very special few, and even then they had only been witness to a few moments before the suits vanished into the ash.

The steel eye soldiers were to fast and too strong for your average soldier, and so generally tended to leave them in the dust.

Everyone was curious.

And now, it was almost time.

The delta units, other Drev, were gathering at the edge of the camp. They had come from all across the galaxy to participate in battle, and Sunny was glad to have them. They were a strange bunch in comparison to those in her childhood, carrying weapons and equipment that would have been considered heretical during the more traditional days.

It wasn’t every day you would have seen a Nine foot tall Drev carrying a belt fed light machine gun , but these were new times.

“We ready?”

She nodded her head, “Send of the pilots to draw away their fire….. I will get the commander.”

They nodded calling in on their radios for the jets to begin their flight, and Sunny turned walking towards the small tent her footsteps growing heavier with each moment she approached.”

She pushed aside the tent flap with one of her upper arms stepping into the dark interior of the tent. Light from above was filtered somewhat through the green canvas, and paired with the somewhat hot, humid nature of the little enclosure, it almost felt tropical.

Commander Vir lay on his back on a cot in the center of the room, his eyes closed, his face screwed up into an expression of immense pain and anguish.

It made her sick to see.

His body trembled lightly against the pain despite the spinal block.

She walked over kneeling next to him, taking one of his cold clammy hands in hers.

His skin was cold, though the metal of the steel-eye exo suit was warm with humidity.

“Adam….. It’s almost time.”

His eyes opened after a moment. The mechanical eye adjusted almost immediately,followed more slowly by his real eye which glistened with an unshed layer of water.

His lips trembled.

She squeezed his hand tight.

The tent flap opened behind her, and she turned around to find the ex admiral standing over them. He paused hesitantly as if not entirely sure he should be here, though when no one said anything he stepped forward, “I understand that I can’t make you stop but….. At least save yourself some pain.”

He offered something out to them, and sunny looked down to find a small black box proffered in his palm.

She recognized it almost immediately.

The box meant to be plugged into the drug port

“No-”

“I know you said no drugs, but commander…. I at least take it with you. Just in case.” There was a long silence, but Adam didn’t protest and Sunny grudgingly let the man through to clip the box to the waist belt where it would easily be in reach.

The door opened again, and one of the officers stepped inside.

“It’s time, Commander.”

Adam didn’t acknowledge verbally, but turned his eyes to look up at Sunny.

She hated this.

She hated this more than anything she had ever done, but she reached out and disengaged the nerve block.

The response was almost immediate. Adam gasped in pain curled over teeth gritted and groaned hissing and whimpering through his teeth in agony. The cries that broke through his lips were like that of a wounded animal.

Sunny found herself panicking unsure of what to do.

Everyone around the tent was quiet, and even the voices outside the tent had gone still.

Eventually the cries died away, and he sat up body shaking.

They watched in silence as he threw one leg off the cot and then the other, standing slowly.

The machine hissed and chatted with his movements, ready for battle.

He took one step, and then another, and then another forcing his back straight forcing his body to relax as he threw open the tent flap and walked into daylight, his movements accompanied by the hydraulic hiss and click of a machine.

The entire camp turned to look eyes wide as it fell on him inside his armor, a dark god preparing to lay waste on their enemy. Rays of light bounded across the metal skeleton rolling in waves up and down lengths of parasitic metal.

His mechanical green eye opened opened wide against the sun, black aperture clicking open.

Everyone stared silently.

He held out his hands to either side, and the ex admiral hurried forward, placing the rest of the attachments onto the limbs,, blades for close quarters combat, a helmet to protect his head, and a few more pieces to protect his torso leaving him mostly covered.

The longer he stood still, the more his legs shook.

“LET’S MOVE!” he barked, voice raspy and ragged from screaming.

Sunny took up her spear.

She turned to look at him, seeing as a memory coalesced from the back of her mind resolving itself into a dark shape of power and anger emerging from the ash painted orange with the blood of a dying Drev Clan.

***

He hurt so much.

The pain was debilitating, maddening. The kind of pain that is visceral within the stomach, where all you can do is lay down and rock back and forth because the more still you are the more the pain consumes you.

He had to move, had to keep going, or risk the pain catching up with him, and consuming him from the inside working out.

As his legs thundered over the ground he wished for nothing more than to lay down and die. To fall into the sweet grip of blackness and be silenced from the pain. As if that weren’t enough, memories filled his head coming unbidden to the front of his mind, memories of battles, memories of brutal executions by his own hand, memories of the rocks painted orange, memories of crawling through inches of ash face first as his body began to shut down. And when that wasn’t enough it came with mocking laughter, agner, hopelessness.

And a horrible sense of loneliness he once though he had forgotten, but now remembered.

Tears streamed openly and quietly down his face as he ran, there was no point in hiding them.

He wasn’t strong enough to keep them at bay either.

Overhead jets roared and drones hissed in that way they had.

He could hear the sound of missiles, gunshots.

His feet pounded against the dirt rattling him to his core as the Drev clans followed after him, their spears held at the ready, their weapons polished to a shine.

On their backs, the human gunners waited.

And next to him, she ran, the cool electric blue of her armor the only soothing thing in a landscape of pain and misery.

The only thing, accept for that box on his belt

NO! He couldn't think of that.

A set of armored trucks rolled past in the distance, drawing fire from the open amber dome as the burg swarmed outwards to respond.

Machine guns rattled, and burg bodies jerked falling to the ground. An energy weapons caught one of the trucks disrupting the engine and sending it into a jackknifing somersault through the air.

He was one fire.

They continued to run, and with the thumb of one hand he engaged the delicate purple energy shield just as they were approaching the outer rim.

He was running through a fog of horrendous pain, but the power through his limbs spurred him on.

He broke into the first line of burg warriors sweeping them into the air with a bat of his energy shield. Bones and carapace shattered and cracked with the power of the blow. The mechanical suit screeched in glee.

Guns rattled behind him.

He dropped the shield for a moment bringing up his own weapon to fire into the churning mass. There was really no point in aiming. It would be impossible not to hit something.

The shield went up again, absorbing and pulsing as an energy bolt surged through it.

He crashed through another line, mechanical assistance whirring, pushing his body past the limits of his humanity, turning him into something more, something greater.

Bodies flew.

He was a machine.

A god.

A burg roared up at him from nowhere its pincers out, ready to dig into his flesh.

But like a spitting cobra, he reacted on the instant sending the creature hissing back screaming and clutching at its face as the human saliva burned it horrifically.

More screaming.

At the head of a pack of Drev they sunk into the burg line annihilating everything that came into their path.

Blue blood coated the ground, mingling with red and orange.

He practically broke through the line himself slaying the Burg who was attempting to close the breach.

The gunners leaped form the back of their Drev companions, posting up on the doors and fiering inward the continued report of their weapons no more than continuous background thunder.

He fell back so as not to get in their way.

His vision was graying around the edges leaning toward black as the roaring pain ripped through his body.

His head was light and he felt as if he was about to tip over.

How long had he been fighting?

It felt like it had only been seconds, though his implant was telling hi they had been at it for almost an hour now.

His stomach churned, and he fell to his hands and knees vomiting violently, mouth filling with bile.

He continued to wretch, though there was nothing left in his stomach.

Something grabbed him by the shoulder, and he was hauled to his feet, just as the inner line broke and the gunners were stepping inwards.

THe trucks had stopped behind them and jets roared overhead.

He turned to his companion only to find sunny standing with him, her spear coated in blue sludge, her already blue carapace tinted with the enemy’s blood.

She urged him onward and he followed, and together they broke through the forward line and out into the amber light of the Burg dome.

The interior of the space echoed with a deafening sound. Gunfire was absolutely deafening.

The burg shouted and cried out in panic as they were systematically gunned down. Their small group of Drev and Gunmen advanced into the space covered by other soldiers pouring into the gap.

A burg ran at hi, and for a moment they were overwhelmed with bodies.

Energy fire rattled against his shield which only glowed brighter. Sunny held at his back with another energy shield, and together they plowed through the line.

He watched her spear two burg with one thrust, one through the neck and the other through the mouth before withdrawing her weapon and brutally smashing another set to the ground.

He ground his heel into the head of another burg as another bout of gunfire tore up the crowd just to his right.

A human body lay on the ground just to the right.

A marine with their eyes glazed over in death.

He thought he was going to be sick.

The fire in his bones was building. His body was screaming with an absolute horrendous and madding pain, the blackness at the edge of his vision was encroaching inward. The roaring in his ears was absolutely deafening.

In his pain, one of the burg caught onto his upper arm, and bit down hard.

He screamed, grabbed the creature with both hands.

And ripped it apart.

The moment was so explosive that bits of the creature were hurled many feet to the side, all the soldiers that saw it backed away in fear and terror screaming.

But for hi, it was the last straw, his vision went white, he felt himself drop to his knees as pain thundered through him. He was going to pass out.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t move.

All around him, the Drev soldiers were filling his place in the line swarming around to cover him as he trembled and moaned at the center of the battle.

He couldn’t move.

Tears rolled down his face and into the dust.

He didn’t even have the energy to heave….. He just, couldn't, move.

It was as if his body was filled with fire reaching upwards threatening to engulf him.

And then a cold hand one his face. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to stave off the fire and bring his vision back from the brink of collapse, his heart hammered weakly in his chest as his eyes lifted upwards.

Green met gold.

The world around him went dull and dim muffled accept for a bubble five feet by five feet.

Sunny knelt in front of him, her gold eyes calm and cool against the raging of battle, familiar and safe. Two of her hands rested on either of his arms, one hand rested on his shoulder and the other hand was cool on his cheek.

She forced him to keep eye contact with her as the blackness receded from his vision.

“I can’t do it sunny.” He whispered, “I ca-” His voice choked off

His body quaked with horrific pain.

She leaned forward a little until he felt like he would fall into deep pools of gold, soothing and warm.

“It will be over soon.”

Her voice came to him, though very far away.

She leaned in resting her forehead against his four hands gripping him even as one of his hands held onto her arm.

“It will all be over soon, you just have to fight with me one, last time.”

If it had been simply her words and his will, he would have been able to get up. He would have hauled himself to his feet, and he did, a little.

But his body failed him.

He sunk back to the ground in a well of mental misery as bad as the pain of his flesh.

He wanted to get up so bad.

But he wasn’t special, he wasn’t a hero, and simple words weren’t going to be enough to get him to his feet, no matter how badly he wanted it. This wasn’t a moment of cinema, but this was reality, a true story of the failing of the human body and the human mind.

He couldn't not make himself get up.

But he knew something that could.

The battle roared around him as he reached downwards and plucked the little black box from his belt. He saw sunny reaching out a hand to stop him, but she was too late as he slammed the little box home.

It clicked, and after only a few seconds of agony, his body was flooded with relief and a high so intense that the pain didn’t matter anyway.

He roared to his feet.

The world around him was a cloud of white and distant noise, but he was untouchable.

No pain could stop him now.

No exhaustion even hinted at bringing itself forward, and together he and Sunny broke a line through the burg ranks.

Their artillery was useless in this space for fear of killing their own. Their ships weapons were likewise but only worse, leaving the burg with their simple weapons packed together at close quarters with a raging machine and the drev, Ares and the Spartans, as they came to lay waste. They were destroying angels, and the burg were mandated by god to perish here.

Neither he nor sunny were the ones to finally place the charges in the burg engine.

They were too busy holding off wave after wave.

He had to be screamed at on multiple occasions to fall back.

There were at times where he thought they were dead, though internally he didn’t really care, but somehow they always managed to break through partially because of their weapons and partially because the burg morale had been shattered. They were being physically ripped apart, pulled in half, and many of their comrades lay writhing on the ground hands clutching at their faces slowly being dissolved by human venom.

He tripped over a body and had to be dragged through the open port, the last one out as the shield was locked shut.

And one of the marines detonated the button.

The explosion on the interior of the shield would have leveled the city if not contained as the burg ship’s engine combusted with a wave powerful enough to atomize everything inside.. The first wave turned everything within the dome to dust and fused everything after that into glass. The shield itself was the most powerful piece of equipment the burg had ever made, and if they had just managed to close it off, the humans would never have gotten through.

And now it was their tomb.

Off to the side Adam was having trouble breathing. His chest hurt, and his body shivered with cold that shouldn’t have been there.

People were trying to talk to him, but the glorious high from earlier was gone leaving him with chest pain, difficulty breathing, and the slow creeping of agony back into his limbs.

He was so cold.

The world around him grew white.

And he collapsed to the ground.

Finally allowed to sleep.

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liya4kar · 4 years ago

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Liyada’s Fics Masterpost

It was time I wrote a Fic Masterpost.

So for everyone who is interested by my fics, firstly I invit you on my AO3 where you can litteraly find everythng, especially since I don’t post the fics directly on Tumblr.

And if you want the details, here we go!

Also here the plan, because the post is really long lmao-

I/ Pokespe

1. Multi-chap fics

a) Three Years

b) The Magical Dexholders

2. AUs

a) Yorozuya no Lack-chan

b) Legendary Dexholders

c) Blonde Family

d) Yokai AU

3. Stand-alone OS and Drabbles

a) OS

b) Drabbles

II/ Other fandoms

a) Champion (Marvel)

I/ Pokespe

1. Multi-Chap Fics

a) Three Years

This one is my baby, the one I had been working on for 2 years and a half, the one I progressed the more in, and also the one I haven’t updated in a year even if I have 6 chapters ready to post, cause I’m lazy af. Also the ones where you can very easily see how much my writing progressed since I started writing for Pokéspe.

Warning: Graphic Description of Violence, Major Character Death (though this one is complicate and don’t fully apply)

Genre: Angst, Adventure.

Words Count: 69,567

Statut: In Progress

Characters: The whole Spe cast up to SM.

Relationship: Background Frantic, Entourage, Agency and Laverree, a lot of other friendships.

Summary: Some secrets should never be revealed. Or should they?

After a strange explosion, X and Y fear the apparition if a new threat for Kalos, and decide to get themselves implicate. But things are not as simple as they look, and nothing will go the way they want. And as those attacks take bigger scales and start to involve a large number of people, they would have no choice but to find the motive behind them to stop them; even if it means getting back on some bitter memories from three years ago they all would have preferred to forget...

List of chapters: Part I: Kalos

1. The Explosion

2. The Lumiose Badlands

3. Shalour City

4. The Attack

5. Next Action

6. Lumiose City

7. Blackout

8. Chase in Lumiose City

9. The Next Day

10. Couriway Town

11. Sunrise

12. Tic Tac

13. Terminus

Part II: Unova

14. A Day in Driftveil City I

14.5. A Day in Driftveil City II

15. Welcome to Unova I

15.5. Welcome to Unova II

16. The Twist Mountain I

16.5. The Twist Mountain II

b) The Magical Dexholders

This one is purely self-indulgent fic, where I basically write the dumbest thing that get in my mind. Aka some Dexholders become Magical Girls or Boys, but they’re dumb, but it’s okay because the bad guys, their friends and their world in general is dumb.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Parody, Humor, Friendship

Words Count; 27,944

Statut: In progress

Characters: The whole Spe cast up to SM, and some OCs

Relationship: Diamond & Silver, Blue & Yellow & Gold & Platinum, Green & Crystal & Pearl

Summary:

It’s an emergency! The Darkness Power Of The Terrible Evil has invading the Pokespe world and take over the region of Kanto! Some magical fluffy creatures needs help in order to stop the Darkness Power Of The Terrible Evil!

The day Dia met a strange professor fan of Magical Boy and a strange pink creature, he knew his life would never be the same...

In the meantime, Blue and Yellow have to face a terrible threat to get back their home, but get new abilities in exchange.

List of chapters:

1. A story is not interesting if nothing go wrong in it

2. If you are a Magical Boy, don't forget to take an insurance for building destruction!

3. If the authorities say that a radioactive cloud did magically stop at the border, you can totally trust them!

4. You can’t be a protagonist if you don’t have an ultimate move, a dark past or a secret identity!

5. No matter how good it looks on TV, sh*t stay sh*t!

6. An homage to a work becomes a fanfiction when it becomes an important part of the plot, you moron!

7. If you update on the 1st April everyone's gonna believe it's a joke, even if it isn't, so update on the 31st March!

2. AUs

Those fics are not multi-chap fics, but more like OS and drabbles that are related between each others.

a) Yorozuya no Lack-chan

Heavily inspired by Gintama, AU where Lack did not get back in Interpol and started doing odd jobs instead. Serie of Drabbles.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Parody, Humor, Friendship

Characters: Lack-Two, Whi-Two, X, Sun

Relationship: Lack-Two & Whi-Two, Lack-Two & X, Lack-Two & Sun

Summary:

When Whi-Two bumped into Lack-Two after months, she was not expecting him to went from Interpol officer to dog walker. And neither that he’d get her, and this guy from Kalos, to join he’s odd jobs agency.

List of chapters:

Dogwalker Lack-Two in action!

The Blazing Begining of Odd Jobs Yorozuya no Lack-Chan!

b) Legendary Dexholders

In a world where being a legendary Pokémons can be boring, the legendary Pokémons decides to have a little bit of funs. Shenanigans ensue.

Aka the legendary Pokémons decides to become humans, and of course they happen to be our favorite DHs.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Friendship, Family, Supposed to be comic at first but also goes on the character study sometimes

Characters: Silver, Giratina, others for next OS.

Relationship: Implied Preciousmetal, Blue & Silver

Summary:

List of chapters: Giratina

c) Blonde Family

In which Yellow, Pearl, Bianca and Y are all cousins. Shenanigans enssue.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Family, Comedy, Crime

Characters: Yellow, Pearl, Bianca, Y

Relationship: Yellow & Pearl & Bianca & Y

Summary:

Family reunions are rarely all peace and calm. But when, out of four cousins, you have three Dexholders and a clumsy professor assistant, things are bond to be messy.

List of chapters: To be a cousin, Don't listen others confessions or you'll end as responsible as them

d) Yokai AU

What if yokai existed in the Spe universe?

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Supernatural, Friendship, Adventures

Characters: Pearl, Schilly

Relationship: Pearl & Schilly

Summary:

Pearl had first seen them when he was four years old. And he had learned to live with this world only he could see, to maintain his balance of a normal life.

He had just not expected one of his junior to also see them.

List of chapters: Chilling Party

3. Stand alone OS and drabbles

a) OS

Here you can find the 1K+ words stand-alone OS. Links are in the tittles!

A Good Christmas Movie is Made of Hot Chocolate and a Fire-Breathing Cat

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Horror, Parody, Christmas, Hallmark Movie, Specord Winter Writing Event 2020

Words count: 4093

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Y, Sun

Relationship: Implied Laverree and Delivery shipping, Y & Sun

Summary:

Everything is perfect in Y's life. Too perfect, like in a Christmas Hallmark movie. Now, with a fire-breathing cat name Sun, it's up to her to find a way out of this Christmas hell.

One-shot wrote for the Winter Writing Event on the Specord, with the prompt X & Sun, Horror and Parody, My Life is a Hallmark Movie and PMD, and Chuck E Cheese's Ball Pit.

Celebi-rities in Distress

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Parody, Friendship, TV Show

Words Count: 5017

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Sapphire, Lisia, Ruby, Emerald.

Relation Ship: Background Franticshipping, Sapphire & Lisia, Ruby & Emerald

Summary:

Sometimes, it only takes a silly TV show, weird games and arrogant prissy boys to make a new friends.

Or how Sapphire became friend with Lisia to teach Ruby and Emerald a good lesson.

Bonding on the Grand Line

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: One Piece AU, Pirate

Words Count: 2948

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Pearl, Cheren, Sinnoh and Unova Gym Leaders

Relation Ship: Pearl & Cheren, Mentionned Commoner Shipping, Past Pearl & Diamond & Platinum, Mentionned Cheren & Black

Summary:

In a world where Gold Roger is still an unknow name, Pearl and his crew left North Blue for the Grand Line. But are they ready for everything waiting them?

Of Swords & Of a Gun

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: AU, Angst,

Words count: 4209

Statut: Two-Shot, in progress

Characters: Pearl, Cheren, Sinnoh and Unova Gym Leaders

Relation Ship: Soudo & Bede, Bede & Rose, Soudo & Schilly, Schilly/Hop, Bede & Schilly & Hop

Summary:

In a world where everyone has a Sword, Bede is an abnormality who has a Gun.

In a world where the Tsurugi family is the best blacksmith clan of Galar, Soudo fails to meet people's expectations.

In a world where they have to fight and find their places, will the two of them discover why they exist? Maybe the answer had been in front of their eyes since the beginning.

Pallet Association

Warning: Graphic Description of Violence, Major Character Death <3

Genre: Cyberpunk AU, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Kanto Week, Angst, Dystopia, May be a bit OOC for certain characters

Words count: 3637

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Green, Blue, Red, Yellow, Prof. Chen

Relation Ship: Green & Blue, Green & Blue & Red & Yellow, Green & Prof. Chen

Summary:

In Pallet City, one of the biggest megalopolis in the world, the Pallet Association controls everything. Blue, Red, Yellow, and Green decide that it needs to change.

But Green may have forgotten to mention a few details to them.

(This OS have two alternative endings because I couldn’t picke one)

Storytelling

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Fluff, Domestic, Comedy, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Johto Week

Words count: 2843

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Silver, Gold, Crystal

Relation Ship: Silver & Crstal & Gold

Summary:

Silver has apparently never heard a fairytale of his whole life, so Gold and Crystal decide to give him an express fairytale class. Turned out that it was a really bad idea.

Festival War

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Hoenn Week

Words count: 2843

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Emerald, Latias, Ruby, Sapphire

Relation Ship: Franticshipping, Emerald & Latias, Emerald & Ruby & Sapphire

Summary:

It's the summer, it's time for festivals, but with the Hoenntrio and their love for bets and contests, it could only go wrong.

Family Business

Warning: Craphic Description of Violence, Minor Character Deaths <3

Genre: Angst, Villain AU, tw: Drugs, Weapons, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Sinnoh Week

Words count: 3596

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Platinum, Diamond, Pearl

Relation Ship: Implied Entourage

Summary:

Because she was the heir of the Berlitz family, she will continue to develop their wealth and their power, no matter what it takes. No matter if the path she’ll take was full of blood and corpses and crimes.

Parent-Teacher Reunion

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, School life (but it’s still in the canon universe), Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Unova Week 1

Words count: 2638

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Cheren, Black, White, Bianca, Iris

Relation Ship: Agency Shipping, Cheren & Black & White & Bianca & Iris

Summary:

Did you ever wonder how was Black's school life? Well, welcome in this parent-teacher reunion where Cheren have some things to say about his childhood friend...

Crimes Movies are Sad Except When Everyone is Dumb

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Crime, Comedy, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Unova Week 2

Words count: 5565

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Whi-Two, Lack-Two, Hugh

Relation Ship: Whi-Two & Lack-Two & Whi-Two

Summary:

It was a normal day for Whi-Two. A casting, a murder, two former classmates coming from nowhere... ... Wait, what?

Strength

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Character Study, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Kalos Week

Words count: 2198

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: (Malva’s) Delphox, Trevor, Furfrou, Floette

Relation Ship: Delphox & Trevor, Delphox & Furfrou & Floette

Summary:

Delphox was strong. Malva was strong, too, but Malva's had lost, so Malva was weak.

Delphox had lost too, but she could not admit she was weak too.

No, she was strong.

It was the boy who was weak.

Treasure

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Negative Spe AU, Adventure, Friendship, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Alola Week

Words count: 1649

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Sun, Moon

Relation Ship: Sun & Moon

Summary:

Sun always liked helping at the soup kitchen, seeing the smile and laughs of everybody around him, but the lunch breaks were always the best moment.

Too bad that this girl decided to ruin this one.

The Child of the Outdoor

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Character study, pre-canon, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Galar Week

Words count: 1317

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Schilly, her Pokémons

Relation Ship: Schilly & her Pokémons

Summary:

Schilly always loved outdoors. It was joy, fun and great memories. It was her Pokémons, too.

Professor Santa

Collab with @coppertrapinch for the Specord Secret Santa Event! (Check her work she’s amazing!)

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, Christmas, Specord Secret Santa Event 2021

Words count: 3623

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Prof. Oak, Prof. Birch, Prof. Samson Oak, Prof. Rowan, Prof. Juniper, Crystal, Gold, Sapphire, Trevor, Soudo, Schilly, Prof. Magnolia

Relation Ship: Prof. Oak & his need for a break

Summary:

Something was bound to go wrong with Gold organizing a party... but a Secret Santa on top of that? Poor Crystal was just too stressed at work... it was time for Professor Oak to step up to the plate. Can the renowned Professor save Christmas in time without gaining another wrinkle?

...No. No he cannot.

The Christmasly Idiotic Adventures of Pearl and Lack-Two, or the time when two idiots stopped an evil organization while being on a gift hunt

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, Christmas, Specord Secret Santa Event 2021, Crime (??), Adventure

Words count: 5326

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Pearl, Lack-Two

Relation Ship: Pearl & Lack-Two

Summary:

Pearl liked Christmas. Really. Well, except when some (false) "Gift Fashion Specialist Journalist" disturbs all his plans and ruins his gift hunt. Why do he has to get a present for such a brat anyway?

Screw up Secret Santa! This year, we're gonna kick some ass for Christmas!

b) Drabbles

Ok no big presentation here cause it’s only very short drabbles (>1K words)

Valentine Day 2020: Laveree Shipping

Valentine Day 2020: Entourage Shipping

X teachs incorrect French words to Gold

Crystal is scary and very powerful

Soudo and Chilly don’t like they English localized name, and Marvin is too young for this

II/ Other fandoms

a) Champions (comics)

Heat-Haze Days

Warning: Graphic Description of Violence, Major Character Death <3

Genre: Angst, inspired by the Kagepro song “Kagerou Days”, Time loop

Words count: 4213

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Miles Morales/Spiderman, Kamala Khan/Miss Marvel, Sam Alexander/Nova

Summary:

It was a normal summer day, everything was fine... But the heat of haze had decided otherwise, and it was up to Miles to try to find a way out.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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My sweet buttercup; Eugene Sledge x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this only took me a couple days to write this little genius but now I’ve got it done and ready for you all to enjoy. Now I really wanted to try something different with this Eugene fic, I really wanted to DIVE right and get to the heart and root of the blossoming relationship b/t Eugene and the reader in this fic. So more n the lines of what they were like as kids together, early teen years, basically a Pre-WW2 fic mostly before the ending.

Warnings: Fluff, bit of angst, family disownment, mentions of PTSD, forbidden love.

But I hope you all enjoy this fic so much and until next time ;)

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*June 14th, 1928*

It was a warm summer day in Mobile, Alabama. In the center of town stood a farmer’s market shop run by Sheldon (L/n). Sheldon (L/n) was once part of the 1st Marine division back during the Great War. After the war he settled back home in Mobile to run himself a farm where he was known for growing the brightest, freshest, most delectable apples in the whole state of Alabama.

Why if you asked people where the stores got their apples from, nine times out of ten they would tell you they came from (L/n) farm. Sheldon while having his shell shock moments from the war, still managed to have the American dream.

He married his high school sweetheart Marianne Lewis and they lived a good life together and had a beautiful baby girl they named (y/n) (l/n).

Sadly though, when little (y/n) was just a year old, her mom died of breast cancer. Sheldon was devastated but he tried to keep trudging on by being both hard working man, and loving father to his little girl.

Walking through the town was Dr. Edward Sledge, his wife Mary Frank and their two sons, Edward Jr. Sledge and Eugene Sledge. Eugene was five years old, going on six come the fall.

His bright auburn hair bounced off the summer sun and as they came right towards Sheldon’s shop, Edward stopped his family in their tracks.

“Maybe we best find another way around.” Suggested Edward warily.

“Edward, it was five years ago, can’t you learn to let it go?” Mary Frank told her husband.

“I have, but Sheldon on the other hand…..that man’s as stubborn as an ox.” It was then Sheldon came out with some crates of food ready to be shipped off to the stores.

As soon as he saw Dr. Sledge, a gruesome scowl came across the farmer’s face.

“Just what do you think you are doing here Sledge?!”

“Now Sheldon calm down, we were only passing by.”

“If you think I’m gonna do any type of business with you, think again! After what you had done…..”

“Sheldon there was nothing my husband could do to help Marianne.”

“Mary Frank you keep out of this.” Her husband warned her cautiously.

“You best listen to him Mary Anne. This is no concern of yours. Now get yourselves as well as those little monsters of yours away from my shop!” he spat down at the ground in disgust before slamming the door of his shop closed.

“Why does Mr. (L/n) hate us so badly mama?” asked Edward Jr.

“Oh never you mind that Edward. It’s just grown up business.” Mary Frank assured her eldest son.

“Come along boys, we’re gonna head back towards the barbershop and go through the back alley there to get to the fair.” The two boys groaned.

“But that’ll take longer!” whined Edward Jr.

“Why do we have to go back!?” groaned Eugene.

“Now boys don’t argue with your father. Now come along, or else we can just head right back home and forget about the fair till next year.” Their mother scolded them. That immediately got them to stop whining and soon they turned back around and went the long way to the fair.

They barely got a block away from Sheldon’s market shop when Eugene heard someone calling out to them. It was a faint psst sound so he stopped right by a flower cart and soon peaking out from it was a young girl around his age.

She had curly (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes that sparkled like the stars at night. Eugene knew this girl very well, it was his best friend (well secret best friend) (Y/n) (l/n).

Yep. Even though Sheldon has repeatedly drilled into his daughter’s mind to never, ever, ever under any circumstances go anywhere near the Sledge family. But due to the fact that the two kids were in the same class as one another, they just—clicked immediately.

Her, Eugene, and Sydney Phillips were like the three Musketeers. But Eugene and (y/n) well—they had a special bond with each other. They were just like peas and carrots. Different in every way but somehow they managed to click with each other.

“Eugene, over here!” he smiled before turning to see his parents and older brother who hadn’t noticed he wasn’t with them anymore. He smiled and ran up to (y/n) who had a basket filled with wildflowers in them.

“Hey (y/n). Mrs. Mulley said you were sick last week and that’s why you weren’t at Sunday school, what did you have?”

“Just a bad tummy ache. But I’m all better and I’ll be back in Sunday school tomorrow.”

“That’s good. What did you find?” he said gesturing to her basket. Sometimes, if they could manage it, Eugene and (y/n) could be seen going out to the fields picking wild flowers together. They would even have contests to see who could pick the most flowers in a certain amount of time.

“Mostly pink and blue flowers. But check this out,” she then held up a yellow buttercup flower.

“That’s a buttercup flower. My mama sometimes grows those in our garden.” Eugene said.

“Buttercup huh? I like it, it suits it.”

“You know my mama says that if you hold a buttercup under your chin, it’ll make it glow. I tried it once but it didn’t work.” (y/n) looked at it with curiosity before putting it under her chin.

“Does it work for me?” and well and behold, her chin was glowing right over the buttercup flower.

Even at the tender age of five, Eugen B. Sledge always knew he held more than a friendship feeling for (Y/n). Whenever she’d laugh, his heart would beat faster and it felt like he was being tickled by a billion butterflies in his tummy.

His face would go red every time they would pick wild flowers together, and his heart ached every time she had to mention that her daddy didn’t want her talking to him.

“It sure does buttercup.” He said softly.

“Did you just call me a—”

“(Y/N)! Oh now where is that girl at? (Y/n)!” her father’s voice soon called out from the market. He whistled for her like she were a dog and that’s when she turned to Eugene and whispered.

“I gotta go, see you at church Eugene, bye!” she quickly ran off with her flower basket towards her daddy. As Eugene watched her father kneel down in front of her giving her a soft but firm lecture about running off, Eugene couldn’t help but feel those butterflies again.

“Eugene! Eugene!?” at the sound of his brother’s voice, he snapped out of his daze and quickly ran off before Mr. (L/n) could take notice of a Sledge boy staring at the two of them.

*September 17th, 1938*

It was a hard time in America. For five years now, the whole country was under a Great Depression. Every American was affected and of course that didn’t exclude the Sledge’s or the (L/n)’s. Without enough payment for the extra help, it was all up to Sheldon and (Y/n) to work the farm.

And in order to help bring extra money and food on the table, the Sledge siblings both got jobs helping their dad out with his physician at home job.

Right now Sydney and Eugene were walking along the outskirts of Mobile. Along for the ride was Eugene’s new little pup, Deacon. He had gotten Deacon as a ‘job well done’ gift from his dad. A client of his had a dog that recently had a litter of pups but times were tough and if they didn’t get the pups adopted soon they’d be taken to the shelter.

So Edward being the kind hearted gentleman that he was known for, got the dog and decided the pup would be a good gift for his son Eugene, as a token for being such a big help through these uncertain times.

As the two boys walked over the tall hill, they soon came upon the (L/n) farm. Sydney and Eugene were both shocked to see just how much the Depression had affected the farm.

The soil that they remember being a rich stretch of fresh soil was now dried up and cracking. Weeds were growing up in almost every spot imaginable. Without the extra help, it was almost impossible to keep the weeds in check.

And of course there was hardly anymore livestock anymore. Save for the horse, 2 cows, and the chickens. All the other animals the (L/n)’s once had, had to be sold off in order to get the money they needed to survive.

“Man, I heard (y/n) was struggling but—never did I think it was this badly.” Sydney said with a solemn shake of his head.

“No wonder why she said she had to quit school and be with her dad.”

“Are you sure it ain’t for another reason why you miss her?” teased Sydney. At that moment (y/n) had came out of the chicken coop with a bunch of eggs in a crate and the two of them watched her enter back into her family home.

“You wish you were right Sid.”

“Oh I know I’m right. I’m always right when it comes to you two. Don’t think I didn’t know about the time in 3rd grade when you offered to do her side of the book report when she broke her leg and had to stay at the hospital.”

“I was being polite and didn’t want her getting held back.” As the two of them bickered back and forth, the 10 month old pup had raced down the hill catching scent of the chickens and crept towards the chicken coop.

Deacon slowly stalked towards the door before entering inside of it. The young pup stared at the chickens before one of them caught sight of the unfamiliar creature that stood in their coop.

The pup then let out a series of barks which sent the chickens running mad with fear. From up on the hill, Eugene looked down to see Deacon was gone and from the barks that came down below, he immediately put two and two together.

“DEACON NO STOP!”

“Eugene wait you can’t go down there!” Sydney raced after him.

At that moment, Deacon came out of the coop chasing after the flock of chickens who were racing around frantically trying to escape this wolf-like creature.

(Y/n) immediately peeked out from her bedroom window and was shocked to see what was going on. The chickens being chased by the dog, the dog being chased by Eugene, and Gene being chased by Sid.

“Oh hey (y/n).” Sid stopped by her bedroom window.

“Sid what in the samhell is going on out here!?”

“Funny you should ask, but uhh—mind helping us out?” she quickly got on her shoes and crawled out of her window before running beside Sydney to try and round up the chickens.

Running around like—well chickens with no heads, Eugene, (Y/n) and Sydney all tried to calm the situation down before he father would return home.

“WHAT’S GOING ON OUT THERE!?!?” at hearing that thunderous voice. (Y/n) stopped running as she held a chicken in her arms and froze in fear.

“You guys need to get out of here, now!” she urged Eugene and Sydney on. Eugene who had finally gotten hold of Deacon turned towards (Y/n) but before he could say a word, a gunshot was heard and the shot landed just a few inches away from his foot.

“C’mon Eugene lets go!” Sydney pleaded and soon the two men took off running for the hills. The backdoor slammed open and there stood Sheldon with his shotgun in hand and his jaw dropped at the sight before him.

All the chickens out of their coop, now finally calm, the chicken coop now lay there in rubble (when (y/n) and Gene tried to wrangle Deacon and a few chickens that had gotten back into the coop, the sudden jostling and heavy weight of both humans trying to calm the situation down, forced the coop to collapse under their weight).

“What-gup—what happened here!? (Y/n) (m/n) (l/n). You were supposed to be gathering the chicken eggs!!”

“I know daddy.”

“Then why the hell are they out and about!? How did the coop get destroyed!? JUST WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING GIRL!?!?”

From up on the hill, Eugene’s heart broke at hearing (y/n) getting yelled at by her own father. She had nothing to do with this. So getting the courage, he held Deacon once more and walked down the hill back towards the farm.

“Eugene, Gene don’t you dare! He’ll kill you if you go over there. Eugene!” Sydney hissed out quietly but Gene refused to listen to his best friend.

“I—” (Y/n) began to respond till Eugene’s voice called out.

“She didn’t do it sir.” The two of them turned around. Gripping his gun tighter, Sheldon stood in front of his daughter and said lowly.

“What was that boy?”

“The chicken coop. And the reason why the chickens got out. It was my fault. (Y/n) had nothing to do with it. You see my dog—”

“Great, the Sledge’s have a dog. One more thing to worry about.” Sheldon muttered angrily to himself.

“Please Mr. (L/n), don’t blame (y/n) for this. She was doing her job just like you told her to do. If anyone’s the blame, it’s me. And I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” Hearing Eugene confess, it made (y/n)’s heart flutter and place her hand over her heart.

“Oh you can be damned well sure you will boy. As much as I hate to say this. You’ll be helping me out for the rest of the Harvest season, as well as repairing the chicken coop! And you young lady, come with me.”

He dragged his daughter back to the house as he whispered harshly to her.

“Throughout the time he’s here repairing and helping out, I don’t want you anywhere near him. No daughter of mine is gonna be seen with a Sledge.” As her father continue to rant out his hatred towards the Sledges, (Y/n) turned back towards Eugene and softly smiled at him and mouthed out a thank you.

Eugene smiled softly and seeing her smile it was like cupid’s arrow had struck him as he made goo-goo eyes at her. Even as Sydney snapped his fingers in Gene’s face to get him to snap out of it, Gene was stuck under the love spell he was on.

As agreed; Eugene worked with his father helping him run the at home physician and on his breaks, he’d ride his bike over to (Y/n)’s place to repair the chicken coop, as well as pull out the weeds.

Of course that didn’t stop Eugene and (Y/n) from sneaking puppy love eyes at each other as the two teens were put to work. Throughout the harvest season, it only allowed Eugene and (Y/n) to grow closer than they ever were before.

*June 14th, 1941*

Eugene and (Y/n). Never has there been a couple more meant for each other. Sid always referred to them as childhood sweethearts, and now for these past several years, they’ve really seemed to just hit it off. And with him being the only real person who knew of their ‘more than friendship’ relationship, he kept that to himself.

Of course Eugene’s parents never turned (y/n) away. From the early days when they were kids, they welcomed her with open arms. What they didn’t know was their blossoming relationship. Neither of their parents knew of their courting with each other, and they wanted to keep it that way for just a little while longer.

The two of them were at their favorite hillside where they once picked wildflowers when they were kids. Splayed out along a blanket cuddled close together watching the summer sunset. Eugene lying on his back with (y/n) lying her head against his chest, their hands intertwined with each other’s and their thumbs stroking the back of each other’s hands.

“Happy Anniversary my love.”

“What do you mean Gene?” she looked up at him.

“You heard me, happy 131, 456 hour anniversary.” Eugene said with a small grin as he picked up a buttercup flower and tucked it behind her ear.

“What? That’s way longer than when we first met.”

“I know. But it’s the anniversary of the day I first called you my buttercup.” He said as he cupped her face. Inside (y/n) felt warm and fuzzy remembering that day by the flower cart when Eugene had called her buttercup after finding out one glow underneath her chin. “But it’s fine if you forgot and didn’t get me anything.” Teased Eugene as he sat up trying to hide a grin. She rolled her eyes at Eugene’s teasing.

“Actually I did.” She crawled towards a log and pulled out a guitar case. Eugene’s eyes widened and as she opened the case up he said.

“Oh darlin you shouldn’t have but uhh—I don’t really know how to play.”

“Quiet you.” she teased back as she took the guitar (which was actually hers) and she began playing a soft tune. After letting the soft tune play for a bit she opened her mouth and began to sing.

As she sang; she began to remember all the times she and Eugene had together. From sharing secret letters/drawings with each other (with Deacon being the messenger dog), nature walks together, or secretly waving at each other from her father’s shop.

Their times doing out to the soda shops every Saturday night to go dancing. Always dancing together

We're far apart in every way

But you're the best part of my day

And sure as I breathe the air

I know we are the perfect pair

On a prickly path that goes on for miles

But it's worth it just to see you smile

And I cannot be pulled apart

From the hold you have on my heart

And even if the world tells us it's wrong

You're in my head like a catchy song

“I’ve always loved hearing you sing.” Sighed Eugene lovingly.

“The song’s not too gushy is it? Be honest now.”

“It’s everything but gushy, please sing more for me.” He said as he laid his head close to her thigh. (Y/n) continued to sing while Eugene just stared at her with loving eyes.

More memories came to both of them from their nature walks through any type of weather whenever they had free time. The stargazing’s they’ve done, and even one time when (Y/n) was struggling with the farm one spring that she ended up working till nightfall.

When morning came that morning, she found herself being covered with Eugene’s jacket and just a couple feet away from her, laid an exhausted Gene. He had actually came by and done the rest of the work for her so that she could get some sleep. As he slept, she had sat down beside Eugene and stroked through his auburn hair.

The seasons change and leaves may fall

But I'll be with you through them all

And rain or shine, you'll always be mine

On a prickly path that goes on for miles

You're the only one who makes it all worthwhile

And you should not blame me, too

If I can't help fallin' in love with you...

At the last verse, the two of them went red. While they have called each other their love or life, and while they were technically courting, neither of them has actually those three binding words. (Y/n) covered her mouth with her hand and looked down shyly as her face went red.

“Well that’s unfair. I was gonna tell you that first.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m serious, I was gonna pull you up,” he stood up and helped her stand up. “Cover your eyes,” he covered her eyes. “Lead you over here.” He then guided her as he kept his hands over her eyes towards the wooded area of the fields. “And say surprise!” he uncovered her eyes and (Y/n) saw the sweetest thing she would ever see.

There along the willow tree they used to climb when they were kids, was a heart engraved at the center of the trunk and written in that heart were their initials. E.B.S + (F/I). (M/I). (L/I). She walked up towards their willow tree and placed her hand over the engravement.

“And then you’d say ‘Oh Genie. It’s—it’s so beautiful. I love it’.” He said imitating her Southern bell voice. “And then I’d say, ‘well, not as much as I love you’.”

“Guess I’m glad I beat you to it then.” She teased as she playfully bumped into him.

“I can accept that.” He said with a proud grin as he wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped her around his neck before the two of them finally kissed each other.

It was the kind of kiss that wasn’t deeply passionate that you couldn’t breathe. It was the kind of kiss that just felt like you found your missing half. Gene and (Y/n) were meant to be together and right as they kissed, it felt like it was right.

They were right for each other. And they began to dream of their bright future together. But of course no happiness lasts forever.

After returning from the fields later that evening, she came home to see her home filled to the rim with boxes. She asked her father what was going on and that’s when her father told her the grim truth.

They were moving to North Dakota.

Her father explained to her that the property here was just too dry to farm at anymore. Ever since the Depression decade the land hasn’t been the same. So he hired a contractor to tear the family home and the farm down, he had sold off the rest of the animals, and in two days they were gonna get a fresh start in a new land, with new people, and most important for him it would get them away from the Sledges.

(Y/n) was devastated. Two days and she’d never get to see Sydney Phillips, or Eugene ever again.

When she broke the news to Eugene the next day at the Willow tree, Eugene couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He held onto his weeping girl waiting for her to calm down before he finally spoke to her.

“But you’re practically an adult now (y/n). He can’t control you anymore.”

“What do you want me to say Eugene? I love you, I really do but—he’s the only family I got. And I—I have to stay with my family. I’m sorry!” with that she took off crying, heartbroken and alone.

Eugene looked towards the carving that he had done with his father’s old doctoring knife he used in the Great war. He placed his finger’s over (y/n)’s initials and knew what he had to do, but he knew he didn’t have much time so immediately he got on his bike and pedaled off as fast as he could into town.

By nightfall as (y/n) was solemnly packing up her stuff, Eugene came knocking at her window and he told her to come with him. He made up a story that Deacon wasn’t feeling to good and he needed his ‘mama’. Knowing how much she loved that dog, Eugene and her rode off on his bike.

They soon arrived at the church garden, which was an odd place that Eugene would bring Deacon at, but when she saw the candles all lit up and a beautiful flower archway standing near the back entrance of the church.

Wide eyed in awe, (Y/n) couldn’t believe what she was seeing. When she felt Eugene take her hand he got down on one knee and said to her.

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you. I don’t know what’ll happen in the future but—all I know is now. And I know that I love you so much that I’d marry you today. If you’ll have me that is?” tears of happiness filled her eyes as she said to Eugene.

“I’d like that too.” Eugene smiled and stood up as he embraced his fiancée and spun her around, the two of them cheering and laughing with glee.

After settling down, the two of them walked arm-in-arm with each other towards the pastor (who was actually their own Sunday school teacher who had since went up the ranks and was now one of the head pastor of their church). With Sydney Phillips as their witness and Eugene’s best man, the ceremony began.

The two young teens shared their vows together before the house of God and proclaimed their loyalty and love to each other.

“Then by the name of our Holy Father and in the eyes of the law; I now pronounce you—”

“Pastor Jacob! Pastor Jacob! Please can you help us our son is—Eugene? (Y/n)?” coming behind Sydney were Eugene’s parents.

“What is going on here?” asked Eugene’s father.

“(Y/n)!? Where are you girl you’re supposed to be packing!” soon coming up behind (y/n) from the bushes was her father. As soon as he saw his daughter with the Sledge’s he sneered out, “What are you two doing?” As both families came closer to see just what was going on, that’s when Eugene spoke up as he wrapped his arm around his future wife.

“Mother, father, Mr. (L/n). (Y/n) and I are getting married.”

“What!?” all three parents shouted in shock.

“That’s right. And we’ll officially be married as soon as Pastor Jacob says…..” (y/n) said firmly as she looked back at the pastor.

“Oh right, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” He stepped aside as he closed his Bible.

“Mrs. (Y/n) Sledge, has a nice ring to it don’t you think?” Eugene said as he cupped his wife’s face.

“Indeed.” The two of them kissed each other finally sealing the deal.

“What are you talking about married!? You both are too young to be married!” Mary Frank scolded as she came between them and pushed Eugene aside.

“Finally something we can agree on.” Sheldon spoke as he now stood beside his daughter. “(Y/n) (m/n) (l/n) you listen to me and you listen good, girl. We’re moving and that’s final. And you have got to stick with your family! So enough of this foolish teenage fantasy and come home!” he grabbed her wrist and began to drag her away.

Finally having enough of her father’s grudge against the Sledges, she broke free of his grip and proclaimed.

“No daddy!”

“No?” her father asked as if he had been punched in the face.

“The Sledges are my family now too. In the eyes of God and the law as Pastor Jacob has said.” Eugene brushed past his mother and stood beside his wife to give her backup.

“You can’t be serious. Are you really choosing to be family with the ones responsible for your mother’s death over your own flesh and blood?!”

“Are you making me choose?” she spoke with a trembled lip as tears filled her eyes.

Her father stood there in shock and everyone around them grew tense. Could a father really force his daughter to choose who she sides with?

“Yes. I am.” Her father demanded. Finally hearing that answer broke (y/n)’s heart but she stood her ground as she spoke in a broken voice.

“Then yeah. I guess I am.” Her father’s face showed absolutely betrayal before his eyes grew red and he snapped at her.

“Then I guess I have no daughter anymore.” Without another word he stormed away from the church.

Heartbroken by her father’s words, (y/n) wept out a river of tears. Eugene held his new wife close to him trying to comfort her, meanwhile Dr. Sledge walked up to the young newlyweds and placed a comforting hand to his new daughter in law’s shoulder. She looked up at the old physician and he told her.

“You’ve always been like family to us (Y/n). You’ve always had love here with us. Right Mary Frank?” after witnessing what she had seen, she couldn’t deny the fact that ever since they were kids, her son and this young girl were just destined to be together.

“Even though I don’t condone you both being married so young while you’re still in school Eugene, there’s—I cannot stop the bond that it is you both share with each other.” Hearing those words coming from her new mother and father, it repaired some of the damage that (y/n)’s heart had taken.

“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Sledge.” She thanked them.

“Oh sweet pea, call me mama.” Mary Frank said as she came up and cupped (y/n)’s face.

“And whenever you feel like it, you can call me dad.” Dr. Sledge said with a warm smile. (Y/n) never felt so grateful to the Sledges, she continued to weep as she now hugged her new parents and they warmly embraced her back. Welcoming her to the family officially.

*August 29th, 1945 1st Person POV*

I lot has happened in the past few years. Six months after Eugene and I got married, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and America was officially in the war with the Axis Powers.

Eugene wanted to enlist so badly but dad said that his heart murmur prevented him from enlisting, they knew with that he would never get it. So he always begged his father for frequent checkups every day until one day it was gone. That was the day my life changed forever.

I begged and pleaded with Genie to not go but he kept saying he had to do this. He’d feel like a failure if he were stuck doing bond trades or collecting scrap metal, while so many men including our dear friend Sid are fighting out in the front lines.

At that point I knew I couldn’t argue with him anymore and so he enlisted. Of course the night before he left, we made sure to make that night extra special because we both didn’t know if this would be the last time we’d see each other. We memorized each other’s kiss, scent, and touch (and I knew Eugene was trying much harder than I was since I knew he’d suffer the worse).

I went back to school, got my high school diploma and I’m currently now working as a teacher’s work assistant as well as a part-time librarian at the local library. I had remained with mom and dad taking care of house as well as Deacon (God rest his little soul) just trying to distract myself from missing Eugene.

It was (for once this past few weeks) a cool Summer’s day. I was tending to the garden outside planting a few roses, daffodils and of course buttercup flowers but I didn’t expect to suddenly get jumped by two little body masses.

Soon enough I was in the dirt and two 3 year old kids were piled on top of me. One was a little boy who looked so much like his daddy when I first met him, except he had my hair and eye color, and the other was a girl with the same curly hair I once had as a kid and her daddy’s auburn hair and brown eyes but the rest were my looks.

“We gotcha mommy now say you surrender!” my son proclaimed as he held up his toy gun at me, while my daughter had a couple of sticks, pretending they were a bow and arrow.

“I surrender, you both got me.” I held my arms up in surrender. They cheered as they got off of me but that’s when I tackled them both to the ground and began tickling them both.

The two of them laughed as they tried to escape my clutches but soon our moment was interrupted by one of the servants, Octavia.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Sledge?” I stopped playing with the kids and the look on her face was—unreadable.

“What is it Octavia?”

“Just come inside (y/n) dear, there’s—someone who you need to see.” Oh god please don’t tell me. Not when the war was finally over do I get the news.

“Mommy, what is it?” asked my son.

“Gene, you and your sister stay with Octavia okay?” I told him as I stood up and brushed the dirt off my dress as best as I could.

Slowly I walked through the back entrance towards the dining room where I knew mom was at stacking the dishes. I almost didn’t even want to turn the corner to see an officer in uniform telling us now that Eugene was dead. Finally I worked up the courage to turn the corner and there my heart stopped.

Standing right there by his mother and father in full Marine uniform, was my Genie.

He slowly walked towards me and I him until we finally met in the middle. For years I’ve dreamed of this day to come that—now it feels like it is a dream. He raised his hand to my face and the moment I felt his touch, I knew this couldn’t be a dream.

“You—you’re as beautiful as the day I left buttercup.” At that moment, the tears poured down my face as I felt myself collapsing against him. Eugene kept me steady as his head rested against mine and he rocked me back and forth.

“You’re back! You came back…..” I wept into his uniform.

“I told you I would.” He whispered to me.

“Mama?” Eugene and I separated from each other to see Octavia bringing in the kids. “Why are you crying?” asked my baby girl. When I looked up at Eugene, his eyes were wide and his body fell tense.

“Genie, I—I didn’t want to share this with you through letter. But—I’d like you to meet two very special people of mine. Kids come here.” Shyly they walked from Octavia up to me and Eugene as we now knelt down to their height.

Our kids soon came up and our daughter hid behind my back while our son fiddled with the ends of my dress as he curled himself around my arm.

“Eugene, these are our kids. The oldest of the twins is our son, Eugene B. Sledge Jr. and our baby girl, Daphne Eliza Sledge. Kids—this……is your daddy. He’s come home to us.” My son looked up at me hesitantly and I nodded to him telling him it was okay to go see him.

Little Gene walked up to his daddy and just stared up at him in both awe but a hint of fear.

“Little Gene, suits him. Guess you managed to convince Sid to not let us name our first boy after him.” Eugene teased at me as he gently ruffled his son’s hair. Knowing that this strange man in uniform wasn’t going to hurt him, little Gene smiled and immediately embraced his daddy.

Eugene embraced his son and kissed the top of his head and it just made my heart soar at seeing both my boys finally meeting each other and already loving each other. After giving his son some of his love, he looked behind me to our baby girl who was still shyly trying to hide from him.

“It’s okay sweetie bell. He won’t hurt you.” I assured her. Slowly but surely, she came out till she stood by my arm and clung onto it just like her brother.

“My, my, my. You—you look exactly like your mother when I first met her. Guess now I’ve got two buttercups.”

“How did you know my name?” Eugene looked at me confused so I explained to him.

“She likes to be called buttercup. Says it sounds more prettier than her real name.”

“Well whatever name you prefer darling, it sounds beautiful. Just like your mother, and just like you.” he gently booped his daughter’s button nose which made her giggle and finally loosen up around her daddy. Before long she too cuddled into her daddy’s chest and he gave her the same love and affection he gave his son.

Seeing him hold our two kids just—finally felt right. I always knew Gene would be a natural dad, and even now after being through such hell for the past 3 years, he can finally have some peace knowing his family has now grown.

The rest of the day it was just the four of us bonding and getting to know each other.

Of course I knew life wouldn’t be the same as it was before. For example the nightmares. Every night Eugene would suffer terrible and horrifying nightmares. Some nights I ended up staying awake all night just to make sure he didn’t suffer alone.

There wasn’t much I could do except to just assure him that he wasn’t there anymore and that he was home. Sometimes the kids would ask him why they would hear their daddy scream and cry but I told them to not ask him such questions yet.

After Eugene had returned with his dad from the dove hunting, I could see from the tearstains on his face and the slight red in his eyes that it didn’t go so well and that he had suffered flashbacks (I still remember when—well my old father still suffered from them night after night).

So Eugene and I, along with the kids decided to head out to Genie and is old favorite spot out in the fields. He and I were lying on our backs cuddled close to each other while the kids went off to pick wildflowers.

“How long till you found out about them?” he asked me. I looked up at him before turning towards our kids.

“A couple weeks after you left for bootcamp. I just felt so sick till dad checked me out and that’s when it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I would’ve mentioned it but—something like that can’t be said through letters.”

“They’re beautiful though. Just like you.” he said as I felt his nose bury itself into my neck.

“And you.”

“Mama! Daddy!” soon our kids came running up to us and Buttercup held up a buttercup flower. “Look what I found!”

“Yes sweetheart, you found the flower you’re named after. Did you know of a legend that goes with this flower?” she shook her head no. I took hold of the buttercup and told her, “If you hold a buttercup under your chin, it’ll make it glow. See how it works on me?” both my children looked at me in pure awe.

“Let me try! Let me try!” Little Gene called out as he reached out to take the flower. He took it and held it under his chin asking repeatedly if it was working. When Buttercup shook her head, Little Gene pouted, god he really was just like his daddy.

“No worries little Gene. It never worked on me either when I was your age, see?” his daddy said as he held the flower under his chin.

“Can I try it next daddy?” asked Buttercup. Gene nodded and held the flower under his daughter’s chin and low and behold, it worked on her. He smiled as he shook his head softly scoffing.

“Does it work?” she asked him.

“It sure does Buttercup. Apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, huh (n/n)?” I smiled as he picked up his daughter and began kissing her all over her cheek making her giggle.

“Mommy can you sing for us?” asked little Gene as he crawled his way into my lap.

“What would you like me to sing?”

“The catchy song!” The kids both proclaimed. I smiled and said.

“Okay. But you both know I don’t have the guitar with me to play it.”

“Please mommy!” they both gave me the puppy dog eyes they inherited from their father.

“I swear Eugene this trick came from you.”

“Uhh excuse me? You’ve done the puppy dog eye trick on me way longer than I have. Don’t you put this on just me.” Eugene said trying to point the blame on me. I scoffed that’s when Little Gene said.

“Mommy sing for us now!”

“Now, now Little Gene, that’s not the way to get something from your mother or from anyone. If you want something you ask politely.” Eugene gently scolded his son. Little Gene nodded and apologized to me. I told him it was fine and that’s when I began singing the song that I had made for Eugene what felt like an eternity ago, which now became the kids’ favorite song.

Eugene set our baby girl down and laid his head across my lap while I stroked through his auburn hair as well as down his face. And every time my fingers came close to his lips, he would pucker them out and give each of my fingers or the back of my hand a kiss. The kids all lay down close to us with my boy laying his head near my knee while our baby girl cuddled herself tight against her daddy’s side, like a little kitten.

After I finished the song, Eugene and I thought it best to head back home and put these kids down for their nap. I grabbed our son while Eugene held our baby girl, both our kids clung onto us once they knew we had hold of them. Eugene and I looked at each other before leaning in and giving each other a soft kiss before heading back to the house.

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katsukis-sad-angel · 5 years ago

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Come Back Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG ANGST, swearing, soft baku alert

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Dear Y/n, This is the last letter I can send to you and I’m really sorry. Some retard sent a letter to his family and shit, the Vietnam bastards intercepted it, and it contained our plans for the next battle so a whole plan that could’ve ended this dumbass war was a waste. Our sergeants don’t have time to go through every letter that needs mailing, so we’re not allowed to send them anymore. Fortunately, you can still send me stuff. Next time you write, can you send a picture of you and the baby? It’s been three fucking years and I haven’t seen you or my baby girl once. This fucking war is ruining us… I love you so much baby, hold on until I get home ok? Love, Katsuki

P.S. I’m sorry you’re having those nightmares but for now, be safe and make sure your eating.

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You dropped the letter on your lap and put your face in your hands.

Your small daughter who sat at the table coloring stopped and looked at you with concern.

“Mommy? What’s the matter?” She asked in her adorable voice, moving her garnet irises to your face.

You tried to wipe your tears away quickly so she wouldn’t see, but she wasn’t just like your husband in looks…

She climbed into your lap and secured her arms around your neck, letting her legs dangle on either side of you.

“What did papa say this time?” She whispered softly stroking your hair with one hand.

That’s what Katsuki did when you were upset, except you sat in his lap.

“It’s not papa sweetie,” You choked, sniffing loudly and pressing your face into her shoulder, “He just told me he couldn’t send me letters anymore b-because someone else made a mistake.”

Those letters from him were pretty much the only thing keeping you sane.

You bit your lip, trying not full out bawl on your precious baby girl.

She was the only thing you had left of him.

His signature musk had disappeared from all of his clothes, looking at pictures only made you cry more, and Mitsuki and Masaru had been out of town a lot.

You held her close, kissing her cheek and ruffling her spiky pixie cut.

“You keep coloring Katsumi. Mommy will be right back.”

Setting her in her chair, you picked up his latest letter and went to your bedroom.

Pulling a box from under the bed, you lifted the lid and dropped the envelope inside.

Reaching in, you pulled out a crushed flower he’d sent you last year.

It was orange with a black middle.

Setting it back in the box, you picked up another letter and read it again.

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Dear Angel, I’m keeping that picture on me at all times. You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? I don’t think I tell you enough. You know what? I’m gonna tell your pretty ass what and why I love you. Baby, when I first met you, I didn’t think of you as ‘the girl with thicc thighs’ like all of the other assholes did. I fell in love with those eyes. I could fucking drown in them. Next, your mouth. This is going to make me sound all sentimental and shit, but I love your mouth. Your kisses take my fucking breath away, your voice can calm my mind in less than one fucking second, and when you smile, I swear to god, the whole fucking world stops. I hope Katsumi can’t read yet. Should probably stop writing the word ‘fuck.’ Screw it. I love your hugs too. Yeah, you can’t reach my neck when I stand up, but your cuddles are the best and I wish I had you for a good massage right now. You’re perceptive… but you learned that from me. When I feel like shit, you wouldn’t hesitate to do everything in your power to turn me back into the cocky asshole you married 5 years ago. Your thighs… yeah. Definitely your thighs. I know you think they’re too big, but I love to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them. Your skin. Damn, it always smells and tastes so good. You shouldn’t cover it up all the time. You’re such a fucking queen, my angel, and my baby. If you thought I’d find new love here, you’re so wrong. I think about you every day and I want this war to fucking end already so I can come home and hug you and never fucking let go. I hope you’re doing ok. I hope Katsumi is ok too. Try to stop crying honey, it’s not good for you, stay hydrated, and just know I love you and Katsumi so damn much. I love you to the moon and back and every day we’re apart feels like a fucking eternity without seeing you smile. Fuck, four whole fucking years. If this isn’t over soon, I’m coming back to you no matter what it takes. I’ll swim across the Sea of Japan if I have to. I love you, Katsuki

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Releasing a dismal wail and tears flowing down your cheeks, you dropped that one in the box and picked up another, and another and another.

His old cover.

Your broken locket containing a picture and a few pieces of ash-blonde hair.

The picture of him and his friends.

His official army photo.

A few of his training camp metals.

As you went through the heartbreaking contents of the box, tears poured down your face and soaked your shirt, the floor, and your leggings.

You couldn’t stop shaking and crying, unaware of your small daughter’s presence in the room, staring at you sadly through your door.

You curled up into a little ball of despair, trembling, crying, and whimpering softly as the reality of the situation sank in.

You were alone.

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2 years later…

You stood at the docs waiting for the ship to come in.

Katsuki was supposed to be on this boat.

You hadn’t heard from him in over 2 years now so how were you to know if he was alive or not?

When the Americans gave up the fight and went home, Japan had no choice except to regroup and recede from their territory and finally, the war was over.

Though, not many were celebrating.

With a loud honk, a huge army boat glided against the large concrete pier and a ramp was put down to let the soldiers off.

One after another, soldier after soldier of all ages exited the boat and into the arms of loved ones.

You began to lose hope.

Where was Katsuki?

He’d promised!

Katsumi, sensing your unease, squeezed your hand.

“Mommy, don’t worry! If daddy said he was coming, he is!”

Then, you saw him.

You put a hand over your mouth as you saw him moving toward you as fast as he could.

On crutches.

When he stood only a few feet away, he stopped.

Your eyes.

So different from when he’d left.

They were watery and sad, a permanent look of despair beaten into your (e/c) orbs.

“Y/n…” He breathed.

The scar.

It went from the side of his head to just under his cheekbone. It was purplish at the seem and it only made you want to cry more.

“Katsu… Katsuki…” You choked, taking a few steps closer to him, hands falling to your sides.

“I know baby, I know.” He whispered, “Come here.”

You fell into the arm he held out to you, burying your face in his chest and breaking down completely.

The crutch that supported him on that side clattered to the ground as he held you tightly, burying his pale face in your hair.

“Ssssh, don’t cry, I’m right here.” He swallowed, trying not to cry.

You gripped his shirt tightly, doing your best to calm down, but you just couldn’t.

All that was left of his left leg was a short stub.

He rubbed your back soothingly, his mind racing with how good it was to have you in his arms again.

He lifted your chin and kissed you.

Your hands took hold of the back of his head and pulled him closer.

When you finally let go, you were breathless.

Tears still leaked from the corners of your eyes and you couldn’t let go of his shirt again, but you couldn’t deny how relieved you were that he was still alive… even if his leg was gone.

“Holy shit baby,” He panted, staring deeply into your eyes, “I missed you so much.”

“I-I missed y-you t-to K-Katsuki,” You gasped, staring into those garnet eyes that the war had deprived you of, “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“You look tired sweetheart,” He placed a hand on your cheek, the warm sensation making you shiver, “I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

“It-It’s not your fault.” You murmured, “Just… when you stopped sending letters, I couldn’t sleep anymore.”

“Never again.” Katsuki kissed you again, “I’ll never leave your side again.”

“Thank you.” You whispered as he pulled you into his arms again.

Something tugged on the back of your shirt.

Katsuki let go of you and you saw your daughter, a handful of your shirt clenched in her fist and her little teeth digging into her pink lip.

You scooped her up and let her rest on your hip.

“Katsumi, meet your papa.” You said softly, a smile creeping onto your lips.

“I… I don’t want to.” She pouted, hiding in your shoulder.

“Wha-? Katsumi-”

“If that’s the guy that made you cry for hours and have nightmares and throw up every morning, and cry whenever you say my name, and cry when you read the letters, and not eat dinner, and have panic attacks, then I don’t like him.” She cried, grabbing your shirt again, “You shouldn’t love him either!”

You paled.

“You… you did?” Katsuki asked, his own features changing color, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to stress too much. You needed to focus on coming back alive and trying to win! Not your stupid wif who can’t stomach anything!”

“Panic attacks, nightmares… Y/n…”

He looked at you, and then at his trembling daughter.

“Katsumi,” He stated, carefully going down on the only knee he had.

You set her down, but she hid her face in your stomach.

“Come here pumpkin.”

Reluctantly, Katsumi turned around and walked toward her father.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, “I couldn’t send your mom letters cuz some idiot made a dumb choice. She didn’t tell me what was going on and I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help her or take care of you.”

He ruffled his daughter’s spiky locks and smirked.

“You took good care of her for me. Thanks.”

Kissing her forehead, he stood up, gripping his crutches tightly. Then he leaned down and picked her up.

Katsumi squealed and tried to fight back, but his warmth and the safety she felt while being held killed her fighting spirit so soon she pressed her face into her father’s shirt.

“Let’s go home.” You smiled, the sweet scene that had just taken place between your husband and your daughter making your heart throb.

Katsuki nodded, taking in the sight of his goddess-like wife in a blazing orange sunset, the salty sea wind ruffling her hair and blouse.

Breathtaking.

With that, Katsuki Bakugou went home.

Home.

It certainly was a nice word, wasn’t it.

NOT MY ART!!

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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The Real Me

Alpha Thor x Omega Reader

Summary: Thor suffers from depression and slight PTSD after leaving the battle with Thanos. What happens when he finally meets the one person he’d been waiting for his whole life?

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, slight angst (I guess) symptoms of depression, self-loathing, assuring, fluff, spoilers to the end of Infinity War and Thor’s appearance in End Game

Word Count: 2462

A/N: This was written for my lovely @p8tn0lish for my Followers Appreciation Challenge, the prompt being 19. Let’s take it one day at a time, shall we? Hope you guys’ll enjoy it. If you’d like to request any of the other prompts, feel free to do so, it is still open xx

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Thor loved his new life. Valkyrie was pretty much taking care of the new Asgard that they built together. He didn’t have to be the Mighty Thor, God of Thunder anymore, he could just be Thor, the guy playing video games with his friends, drinking soda and eating pizza all day.

If anyone told him before the shit hit the fan with Thanos that he would end up here, he would laugh in that person’s face. But now he was acting as if this was the best life he could’ve lived. He no longer had the faith of many worlds on his shoulders, the only fates he now had to care for were his characters in games, and he liked that. The lack of responsibility was freeing.

He didn’t even use mirror anymore, the once playboy of Asgard was now more into what the crust on his pizza looked like than if the pizza didn’t stick in his beard. And there was nobody to point these things out. He was hidden at the very end of Asgard, with Korg and the others, and they really didn’t give two damns about Thor’s appearance, as long as he’d play the games with them.

Valkyrie did give it a few tries, but after like 5th, she gave up. She didn’t have the energy to manage one whole race, or what was left of it, the relationship with other countries and planets, and also if Thor was taking care of himself. She was sorry for him, she really was, but she wasn’t the right one to help him.

Everyone in Asgard thought Thor needed his Omega. He was getting older, and although he was God, he was old enough to finally settle down. His ruts were also getting tougher and tougher, and some worried that even his Godly body wouldn’t be able to take another strong rut like that.

Naturally, they wanted some of their own to be the next queen of Asgard, but after a while, even back at the original Asgard, people realised that that wouldn’t be an option. And with how much time he started to spend on Earth, even his late mother believed that his Omega was hiding somewhere there.

So when three young Omega wandered to Asgard in Norway, more than a few of the citizens prayed that one of them would be the right one.

You wanted to have a trip across northern Europe because you heard nature was beautiful there, and as an excited hiker, you wanted to get to know something a little different than what you were used to. You even knew that the new Asgard was set somewhere in Norway, and you and your friends all agreed that you have to see it. Not for Thor (though you wouldn’t mind seeing the God), but for the different culture, you were sure you’d see.

Your holiday was going great, but a few days into the trip, your head and belly felt a little strange. You knew you weren’t getting into heat, you had one almost two months ago, and it never happened to you to have two so close together. But you were fidgety, butterflies in your belly, even though you barely left the forests and you were almost always alone with your friends. And you were definitely not in love with your friends.

It only got worse when you entered Asgard, to the point you actually had to sit down in a near pub, to try and get your own body under control. Your friends weren’t much help, to be honest. They would always say that those are precisely the symptoms the books talk about when describing meeting your true mate. You just rolled your eyes at them and continued to mind your own business. True mates were a myth created by desperate Omegas trying to believe in something.

You befriended one of the single Omegas in the pub, and after hours of mindlessly talking about nothing and everything, she insisted on all three of you sleeping at her place that night. It was about a 10-minute walk from the pub, as she lived on the outskirts of the city. You were gladly following because you couldn’t wait to have a good long shower, and a night of sleep somewhere better than in your tent.

You just got out of the shower, and changed into your PJs, when you heard the most beautiful voice you’ve ever heard.

“Who else is here? I can smell her.”

“Just one other Omega, my king. Her name is Y/N.” She paused a little, and looked up the stairs, where you were currently frozen to a place. “Here, come down, please, Y/N. Our king would like to speak to you.”

You took a deep breath and skipped down the stairs. And there he stood in all his mightiness. You saw that he changed from the times you saw him on TV, but he was no less powerful and beautiful than what you did remember.

It was especially his eyes, which drove you to him. They were full of warmth, but at the same time, you could see the loss in them too. And there was nothing you wanted to do more than run to him and hug him tight.

As you were thinking about this, a low growl could be heard from the depth of his chest. “Mine.” That word awoke something in you. You took a sharp breath and then it hit you. The smell of chocolate, cayenne pepper, and what smelt like the rays of sun enveloped you. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you took another deep breath. You could smell this for the rest of your life.

Your eyes suddenly snapped open, and you stared intently at him. There was more than a big possibility that you would actually smell this for the rest of your life. This was the smell of your true mate, and even if you didn’t believe in such things 3 hours ago, you now knew that all of it, the fairytales and myths, they were all true.

“My dove, beautiful Y/N, my name is Thor Odinson, and I believe we are mates.” He said this, with a smile on his face, which suddenly faltered, when he looks somewhere behind you.

Thor didn’t even think when he smelt you. All thoughts were concentrated on you, and the fact that he had to find you. When you were there, in front of him, he couldn’t believe his own luck. You were perfect, with those big Y/E/C eyes and beautiful curves, he was sure the Gods sent you to him because you were the mightiest woman that ever lived.

He wanted to devour you there and then, but then caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, and he suddenly remembered why he lived in such seclusion. He never wanted to have someone close to him, who could be snatched away in a blink of an eye, and here you stood. The mate he was so desperately searching for all those years was finally here, and he couldn’t imagine such perfect woman being able to love the sad and broken man under all that facade.

He turned around and all but ran from the house of your Asgardian friend. You didn’t understand his motives, all you could think of was that you had your true mate right there, and he was running away from you. And you were stubborn enough to run after him.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, just because you’re a king you can’t just let me standing there!” You yelled at his back. It made him stop in his tracks and turn his head in your direction.

Even in the shimmering light of moonlight, you could see his face was wet from tears. You could swear you heard your heart crack.

“My apologies, my queen, I’m not a good enough man for such a beautiful creature like you. Please, go, and find a man that would be able to take care of you.”

You took a few steps forward, so you were now not even meter apart. You gently touched his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, still crying. You wiped away a few stray tears and smiled at him lovingly.

“I don’t know what happened, Thor, but I’m here, and I want to be yours.”

He shook his head violently and tried to step away from you, but you caught his hand in yours and kept him in place. “I am but a broken man, no real Alpha like you deserve, my dove. I lost everyone, because of my own failures, and I don’t want to you be the next victim of my inabilities.”

You squeezed his hand tighter, “is there a place, that is not outside, where we can talk without being interrupted, by people or by this freaking cold?” You laughed a little. You wanted to talk to him till your last breath, but you would prefer to do that in some warm room, under a blanket, or something.

“See? I don’t even see when my own true-“

“Shhh, don’t do this to yourself. I’m a big girl, I can talk when I’m cold, and I’m doing so, so please, take me somewhere inside, handsome.”

He blushed a little at your comment, obviously not believing your words. This beautiful man was so insecure that it physically hurt you. You wanted to inflict pain on everyone who made him feel that way, and you set a goal, maybe a lifetime goal, to make him see the way you saw him. So what, he had a belly, you didn’t mind that. A little dad-bod never hurt no-one. His hair needed a brush, but you were happy with the length, and if he let you near his beard, you would just cut it here and there, and it would be perfect. He was perfect, and you wanted to make sure he knew it.

You came into his house, and three other guys were there. “Hey, boys, would you mind actually going to your homes tonight? I got- I got a thing here, with my true mate.”

When Korg heard the words, true mate, he sprang to his feet, grabbed the other two and sprinted out of the door, yelling good luck, as Thor closed the door. He looked around and smiled at you apologetically. The house was a mess, to say the least. But who were you to judge? You gave him a reassuring smile, took the pizza boxes sitting at one of the ends of the couch, grabbed a nearby blanket, and snuggled under it.

Thor smiled at how homely you suddenly looked. As if you were meant to be there, in his lodging, next to the fireplace.

“As I was saying, I don’t know what happened for you to think all those things of yourself, and I don’t know your character well enough to be able to assure you right now, but from what I know, you are an amazing person, Thor. You saved what was left of Asgard and-“

“But I couldn’t save it all, and I couldn’t save the Earth from Thanos either. I’m supposed to be God, Y/N, and I failed my own father, and I failed everyone on each planet.”

You sighed and scooted over closer to him. You again took his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. “But the fate of the world is and never was on your shoulders. Nobody blames you and the whole team of Avengers for what happened. For some reason, it was supposed to happen this way. You are not a failure, Thor.”

“But I lost everyone I ever loved, everyone I ever cared for is now dead. I don’t know how to live in a world where they aren’t. Before the showdown with Thanos, I had a purpose, I wanted to kill him. But now that I failed, what am I suppose to do?”

He was crying again, and to your surprise, you found your own cheeks wet from your tears. “Let’s take it one day at a time, shall we? I also lost members of my family and friends to the snap, and it hurt like hell, and some nights, I can’t sleep because I just want them back so much, you know? But now we have each other, and it will be a steep road, for both of us. But I believe that if we genuinely want to be better, we can.

You know what I see when I look at you?” You asked him, and he closed his eyes. “A fat, disgusting man, a broken figure? Something like that?”

You kissed his cheek, and he took a sharp breath. “No, I see a perfect man, a man that had to deal with much more than is ok, and he survived all that. I see a survivor, a fighter, and the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. You think I care about your body? God no. I care about the soul, Thor, and from what I can tell, yours is amazing, maybe lost right now, but I know that you are a passionate man who cares for his family and friends, and who would do anything for those he cares about, am I right?”

He nodded a little, unable to speak up. “Than that’s all I need to know. I’m not perfect either, there’s no gap between my thighs, and my boobs are weirdly shaped, and my hair’s a mess, but I’m me, the real me. And I want you to be the real you with me. If it means you’ll cry, and need me to hold you, I’m here for you. If you need to scream and create a few thunderstorms, I got one real cute raincoat. I’m here for you every step of the way, that is, if you want me, of course.”

“Dove, you are the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen, of course, I want you, I simply don’t want you to wake up one day and realise that your mate is not worthy.”

“But, don’t you understand, Thor? You are worthy. Worthy of my love, but most importantly, worthy of your own self-love. I want you to see yourself through my eyes, and because you’re now stuck with me for the rest of our lives, I’ll make sure you see yourself that way.”

Thor looked up and looked into your eyes. For the first time since they killed Thanos, he was hopeful. His heart still ached for all those he lost, but with you, he could see his future, and for some reason, it was brighter than ever.

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The Art of Being An Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 3

Summary: You, a fantasy-loving LARPing human from Earth, got dropped into a fantasy land that seems familiar to you, but you had no recollection of it. Lord Fabulous Elvenking gave you three days to find the portal that would take you home with the aide of Blue-Eyes and a host of Elves, but what you found instead was the portal was closed for another thousand years. On the way back, you saved Legolas's life, prompting Thranduil to grant you freedom, and after, you finally realized where you were; Middle-Earth. Thranduil summons the council, which is made up of powerful wizards and Elves, to decide what should be done with you...

Chapter No.: Chapter 3

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I think Pippin's song matches the reader's situation very much, which is why I use it so often. I mean, your character fell from everything they know, their "home," and now they can't go back, but now they have this whole magical world and life ahead of them... Grief and sorrow, but things to look forward to in the future.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

When you woke up, you found yourself blinded by a stupidly bright light that singed your retinas off. "What the hell?" You shielded your eyes as you tried to find the source.

Oh.

It was Thranduil, and beside him, Legolas, the two so bright they could be hung on your porch as bug-zappers.

Ohhhh...

You were in Middle-Earth. Right. Without any memory of it except for bits and pieces. You did remember that you'd watched the movies so many times that you could've recited each line in your sleep and then some, but you couldn't remember anything but what pieces you randomly dreamed of or remembered, which were already starting to fade.

"Hi. Can I help you with something in my half-starved state?"

Blue-Eyes desperately fought a smirk. Thranduil was less impressed. "My son tells me you lost consciousness because of a lack of sustenance. What sort of repayment is that for my favor to you, may I ask?"

You cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse the fuck outta you, Thrandy, but I just learned about a week and a half ago I'd never see my family again. Forgive me if I got upset."

Blue-Eyes turned his head away, trying really hard not to laugh...

"Also," You went on with a forced cocky smile, "I just learned that I'm in Middle-Earth. Where I come from, all this-- the palace, the land, even your fancy Elven toilets-- were created by some old guy called J. R. R. Tolkien, collectively referred to as 'Jrrt.' Now, I don't remember a goddamn thing except for bits and pieces of dialogue and song, even though I knew the stories by heart."

Thranduil and Blue-Eyes-- who was no longer trying not to laugh-- eyed each other suspiciously. "You knew of this place in your world?"

You nodded. "It's very well-known. But, everybody thinks it's fiction. Unaccesible. And be glad about that, too, because if there were a well-known way to get here, there'd be lots of war, new diseases, and this place would be turned to shit, too."

Thranduil stared at you for a minute, before abruptly turning to Legolas. "Son, I am off to the throne room. I shall summon the council at once."

You waited until he left to ask what that meant.

Blue-Eyes smiled slightly. "Meaning, he is not quite certain what should be done with you. The council is made up of some of the oldest and wisest of Middle-Earth, including the wizards and those of my kin, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien, and Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. Do any of those names sound familiar to you?"

You shrugged. "It doesn't matter if they sound familiar or not. I never remember what anybody looks like. I just get an eerie sense of deja vu."

Blue-Eyes raised an eyebrow. "Deja... Vu?"

You sat up more, rolling your eyes. "It means having a sense of familiarity, like, really strongly. Whatever. Tell me who the wizards are."

Blue-Eyes sat at the end of your bed. "The most powerful of the wizards is Saruman the White, who resides in Isengard, on the edge of Fangorn Forest and the Gap of Rohan. The second is Mithrandir, who is most commonly known as Gandalf the Gray by most folk. The third is the much less-known-of and reclusive Radagast the Brown, but I doubt my father will request his presence; he dislikes his excessive behavior." He raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard of them?"

You nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah. So if I'm an Elf, do I like, have to learn how to act like an Elf, or should you let these really important people decide what to do after they've seen who I am?"

"The latter," Blue-Eyes specified, "But it would still be beneficial to learn Elvish. It should take them quite awhile to arrive; between now and then, you should learn as much of it as possible, after I've given you a tour of Mirkwood."

You made a wheel-like motion with your hands. "After I've eaten and taken a bath, I know."

Blue-Eyes patted your leg. A jolt of electricity shot from where he touched you. What the hell? "Good," He stood and started to leave the room. "I will leave you to your own; there is food on the nightstand, and after, a bath across the bridge there," He pointed, and as you looked across the way seen Elves.

Bathing.

Blushing, you looked to Blue-Eyes wildly. "I-I'm supposed to take a bath with other people."

Blue-Eyes frowned in confusion. "Do you not, from your world?"

"Um, no. We all bathe alone. Where I come from, one's own body is considered... Private, to everybody except your doctor or significant other."

"Oh, I see. I could have a private bath prepared for you, if you wish for it," He answered with a smile. "Even here, we may want to bathe on our own to relax. It would not be a problem." He sneered down at you. "I would not want you bathing in the shared springs anyway. You'd dirty the whole lot of them."

With a very childish glare, you stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to have the oddest look he'd had yet. You'd noticed something about him; he had the unique ability to create a range of dynamically comical expressions. "What are you doing?"

You took up a dramatically serious tone. "I am expressing the 'fuck you' gesture in an immature and childish manner used worldwide, even among the youngest." With that, you stuck your tongue out again.

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well, then, Sairen, your bath will be ready for you when you are finished with your meal. I will send someone for you in an hour, if that suits you."

"That suits me perfectly fine, but I beg your fucking pardon, was that 'fuck you' in Elvish?"

Legolas grinned. "Not at all, mellon. It means 'fiery' in our tongue."

"Okay." A wry smile spread across your face. "That I can deal with. But what does 'melon' mean? Both you and Tauriel have called me that so far."

Legolas smiled as he began to close the double-doors, though what they did to block you when the room had only two-foot tall walls, you had no idea. "Mellon. It means, 'my friend.'"

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as he smiled-- for once, genuinely-- at you. You found yourself smiling back as he closed your doors. When he was gone, your smile toned down a bit, and you took a long, deep breath.

You were still upset. Very. On the inside, you felt torn to pieces. You figured it would be a long, long time before you grief lessened, if it ever did. But now that you knew where you were... It was different. You were sure of something. Where you were, and the fact that the Firemoon Portal would only open every thousand years. If you went back then, you'd already be connected to this world, and everyone in it. If time passed the same, your family would be gone, and you'd be mortal again, without a way to wait for the portal to reopen so that you could return to your new friends here.

But... You knew your family. They'd never forget you, and never stop grieving your loss. But, if they thought you might be somewhere better than Earth, and there was no way back... They'd want you to be happy. They'd want you to make a new life. They wouldn't want you to waste your life starving yourself.

You'd miss them... More than anything...

But for now...

You moved the silver platter on your nightstand to your lap, and started eating.

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

And there are many paths to tread...

***

"No, no," Tauriel corrected you. "Mae govannen."

"Mae govAHnnen."

Tauriel bit back an exasperated sigh. "Well... You're close enough."

You'd been in Mirkwood for nearly a month now, not counting the days of your imprisonment and searching for the portal. You wondered what made Thranduil (Who you still called 'Lord Fabulous' on occassion.) release you and treat you as an Elf, and as it turns out, it was Blue-Eyes himself.

Speaking of, you hadn't seen him in days... He kind of... Disappeared. There was still talk of him, and no one seemed to be worried, so you weren't; for Elves that lived forever, you bet anything that he had princely exploring and regular adventuring to do to keep him occupied.

Around the time he left, Tauriel approached you and asked if you knew any Elvish. Aside from sairen and mellon, you knew less than zero. Apparently, it was considered good Elven manners to at least speak a greeting to guests in their own language, despite what Leggy had said. Meaning, to different members of the council, you had to speak a greeting in Quenyan-- which was different from Sindarin, the most common Elvish language-- Common, and Sindarin. You'd memorized the lines, but it was the pronunciation that really befuddled your non-billingual ass.

Now, you'd pretty much gotten the Quenyan greeting: Mae govannen. It meant well met or something along those lines, but you had to add Lord Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. I am at your service. Which was much longer and much more complicated. All in all, it pretty much came out to, Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume.

English (Common.) was equally as long: Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it.

And lastly, to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, you had to say the most: And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled.

And to you, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, a star shines upon the hour of our meeting. I am blessed from your coming.

It was all a mouthful. A regal, elegant mouthful, but a mouthful that your tongue had trouble forming. In addition to all the greetings, you had to address them each in order; first Elrond, then the wizards, then Galadriel and Celeborn at once.

They'd arrived a few days ago, but you hadn't actually been summoned yet. You wondered what Thranduil had told them about you so far. He seemed like the type to exaggerate and make shit up: They're nothing but an abomination! They almost killed Legolas! They tried to kill me! They're dangerous and should be restrained! They toilet-papered my throne room!

The elaborate horns blowing signaled something evidently important; Tauriel's face lit up. "Mellon, it is Legolas! He has returned!"

Despite yourself, your heart jumped like a schoolgirl's. Blue-Eyes was back! "Really?! How do I look? Does it look like I've been taking care of myself?" Legolas would kill you if you weren't. Over the weeks, the blue hair dye had left your hair, returning it to its [h/c] color, even if you did still spike it up-- you'd been an outcast your whole life, so having short spiky hair when everybody else had long, flowing hair made you feel at home. You were dressed in dark browns, nearly blacks, in an outfit very similar to a tunic over leggings, knee-high boots, and all finished up with a long jacket, closed with Elven buckles.

"You look fine, [Y/N]," Tauriel assured you absentmindedly, and the two of you trotted down the many, many stairs and bridges to get to the massive front doors of the palace.

Thranduil and a host of other Elves were greeting Legolas, who looked as if he'd been in Sparkle Land for the last couple weeks. His clothes were in prestine condition. His hair was perfectly plaited away from his face. He wore a faint smile, as if whatever he'd been doing hadn't been stressful at all.

You and Tauriel arrived just as Thranduil finished speaking. "And you failed to locate them?"

Legolas held himself regally. "My apologies, my king. It will not happen again."

Thranduil glared down at him. "I should hope not. You will leave again in three days' time, after you have properly greeted our guests." As Thranduil spun on his heel to leave, Blue-Eyes bowed, rising up again as he seen you and Tauriel.

"Tauriel," He said, his face lighting up. She bowed slightly; apparently Elves didn't hug. He grinned snarkily when he seen you. "And [Y/N]. Last I saw you, your hair was strangely sky-hued."

You scoffed. "You can't even say sky-colored? You have to say sky-hued? Stupid Elves and their fancy ways. Good to see ya anyway, Blue-Eyes, even if you're a priss."

"I believe you mean prince."

You laughed, but it faded when he turned to Tauriel and started speaking in Elvish. He lead her away, talking, leaving you on your own. Your face fell. You wanted to tell him that you knew some greetings. You wanted to say you wanted to go with him when he left again. And the fact that you were already alone here only amplified the feeling of... Jealousy? Disappointment?

You watched them leave for a minute, before deciding you'd take a walk in the Mirkwood-- maybe it'd clear your mind. You nearly rammed into an Elf in turning around. "Whoops."

"Nothing to apologize for," the Elf said; thankfully, they'd caught on to Earth slang and understood you most of the time, instead of just assuming you were insulting them. "Thranduil Elvenking has summoned you to his councilroom. The council awaits you."

Your mouth went dry. All the feelings about Legolas ignoring you vanished in an instant. Oh shit. "I-I don't know where that is. You'll take me there, right?"

"Of course," Said the Elf, and lead the way through the twisting halls. He stopped before the one room of the palace that was actually sealed off from the rest besides the dungeons, with doors almost as big as the ones that lead out of the palace. "Here you are. They're waiting for you." He smiled slightly. "A word of advice for the introductions: let King Thranduil introduce you to them before you say your greetings." You bowed slightly in the Elven way as you thanked him.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous as hell. Meeting a bunch of people, really important people... You'd met some important people before: soldiers were the main ones you'd met, aside from a couple of astronauts. Other than that...

Taking a hugely amplified deep breath, you opened the door.

Inside was a wide winding staircase lit by gorgeously-crafted Elven wall sconces of stained glass and copper metalwork shaped into vines. Every step seemed to echo, and when you reached the top of the staircase, your breath was ripped from you. It was a pavilion. A pavilion in the one place you loved above all else: the sky.

Rails kept anybody from falling off, and it was roofed, so that you could come up here even in the rain. Birds chirped melodiously, and from here, you felt as if you could see all of Middle-Earth. Behind you was a huge mountain range-- you'd never seen mountains before. They were beautiful, snow-capped, and gigantic; the Misty Mountains, obviously. All around you, stretching as far as you could see south and a long way east and west and north, was the Mirkwood, and to the west and north were vast plains, hills, and valleys. Leaves, gold and copper, swirled around the pavilion, giving it an ethereal look. To the west, where you were facing, was a silver lake, wide and glittering in the midday sun. Standing tall and proud beside it was Erebor, home to the King Under the Mountain; currently, Thror. You didn't know why that name seemed so important, though.

You must've turned around in at least a dozen three-sixties, trying to take in what you were seeing. Even if you didn't remember most of it, here you were. You were seeing it, for real and for true, in person, in the home of one of the most revered Elves of Middle-Earth. It seemed unreal, like at any moment, you'd wake up.

A bird, queerly tame, flitted up by your face and up into the rafters; she carried food for her young, and you watched them with a smile, still in disbelief of the views.

A long sigh snapped you out of your trance. Shit. Thranduil waved at you absentmindedly. "Are you daft, vermin? I just introduced you to the council."

"O-oh--"

"Now, now, Thranduil," A wizard chuckled warmly; he wore blue and gray robes, with an immense beard and long hair. Gandalf. "If they really are of another world, then they are obviously stunned by the land. Have you not shown them their new home properly?"

Thranduil nobly facepalmed.

Meanwhile, you realized that it wasn't just Gandalf sitting there smoking his pipe.

Another wizard, this one with long, straight white hair and an equally perfect white beard, in blinding white robes with a white staff: Saruman the White. You didn't know why you got bad vibes from this guy. Beside him sat another Elf, casually, an ankle on his knee and an elbow resting on his higher leg to hold up his head with two fingers. He wore robes of brown and purple, and his long brown hair was held back with a silver Elvish circlet. That had to be Elrond; he looked amused, so you felt kind of relieved. On his left sat a guy who practically glowed, with long blonde hair and white and blue robes. Celeborn. Standing off to the side, with a kind smile like Gandalf, in a billowy white dress with a beautiful Elven circlet made of fine chains and teardrop jewels was a woman, a she-Elf, putting off wisdom-vibes stronger than Gandalf's. Her curling golden hair went well past her waist, and she held herself regally. Out of everyone in this room, she seemed to be the oldest, and the most knowledgeable.

Your Elvish greetings flew right out of your head for a minute, before Thranduil reintroduced you. "This is the council. With us are wizards Saruman the White and Gandalf the Gray, Lord Elrond of House Rivendell, and Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Councilmembers, this is [Y/N], the one who appeared from a portal we knew nothing of-- and if I must repeat this once more, I swear to the Valar, I shall throw you off of this pavilion."

Gandalf actually chuckled at that, as did Elrond, while Celeborn cracked a smile. Galadriel seemed to find this all regally amusing. You bowed like Tauriel had showed you. At least, you'd mastered that part. "Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume. Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it. And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled."

Elrond looked impressed. "Well, Thranduil, you have certainly trained them well." Thranduil watched you with wide eyes. He hadn't known of your lessons. Suck it, Lord fucking Fabulous.

Celeborn bowed his head. "Your pronunciation is nearly perfect. Well done, young one. However, I doubt you know much else of our tongue yet, so for your sake, we shall converse in Common, if that suits you."

You almost said, It does. Thanks! But that sounded too disrespectful. "Thank you very much." You smiled, and took a seat when Thranduil waved you to the only empty one aside from Galadriel's.

Saruman started off with a wary tone. "Thranduil tells us you come from another world. Is this true?"

Out of the corner of your eyes, you seen Thranduil roll his eyes. "Yes, sir. I come from a place called Earth."

The councilmembers exchanged glances. "That sounds strikingly similar to Middle-Earth," Said Gandalf, and raised an eyebrow. "Are there any similarities between this world, and yours?"

You shook your head sadly. "Not anymore. My people ruined it. There aren't many places like this anymore."

Saruman stiffened. "Then what happens if your people find the portal? Surely, they will try to ruin this, as well?"

You made a face. "They would, yeah, but my people are also really stupid. It'd take a stupid accident and a lot of chance to fall through that portal again, and Legolas said that it only opened once every time a Firemoon happens."

"Legolas?" Elrond asked, curiously, as if this hadn’t been mentioned before. Of course it hadn’t.

You nodded, unsure of why you suddenly had to fight a flush at the mention of his name. "He helped me find the portal with some of his Elven friends when I first got here. We found writing-- he said it was used before the time of even Gondolin. I don't know when that is; is that a long time ago?"

"Very," Replied Gandalf. "Odd... A portal of that magnitude would have to be created by wizards of some sort, especially at such a time..."

A thought suddenly popped into your head. "Some people think we have magic," You piped up, and all eyes were suddenly on you. "But it never works. Not effectively. Just standard hocus-pocus and the power of suggestion. But hundreds of years ago, there was this really mysterious guy who they say really did have magic, which he used to help others. His name was Merlin; he looked kinda like you, Gandalf. But he was in another country, where I come from; where I was when I fell wasn't anywhere near where he traveled."

Saruman narrowed his bird-like eyes. "Then what relevance is this?"

"Because if there was one wizard like you guys in the past," You pointed out, "Why couldn't there be others? There's so much we don't know about history-- we're more intent on wiping out what we don't understand. What if the wizards traveled between worlds and time? Hell, they could be you guys from the future, and it just hasn't happened yet."

"They have a point, Saruman," Gandalf agreed, much to your relief. You didn't think they'd understand the concept of time travel.

"There is nothing we can do about the portal now," Elrond said decisively. "It is closed, and if we tried to destroy it, we could only do damage. It is an easy enough position to defend; should an army come through, they'd have only one entryway."

"Says who?" Saruman challenged. "There could be other portals we do not know of, some that people have not had the misfortune of falling into yet. How do we know that this invader is not a spy to seek out these portals and prepare them for war?"

You fought a sigh. Damn this small-minded son of a bitch... You tried to think of something smart ass to say, but nothing fit the situation.

"They are not, Saruman." Lady Galadriel's voice was sudden, light, and smooth, like honey. It radiated outward with an undeniable power that could make anybody listen to her. "Their thoughts do not lead there." Shit. I mean crap. I mean dang. Mind reader. "They are afraid, and worried... They miss the family they left behind, but they are willing to make a life here, since they have no way of returning."

You nodded. "My thanks, my lady."

Lady Galadriel bowed her head in response.

"Build a life?" Saruman inspected you carefully from where he sat. "You are nothing but an infiltrator. Why should we allow you a place among the citizens of Middle-Earth?"

"It does not have to be here," Thranduil pointed out, and your heart shot to your ankles. "You have an unfortunate habit of collecting needy strays, Elrond; why don't you take them with you when you return to Rivendell?"

Elrond shot him a glare.

Um, I think the fuck not. Lady Galadriel, tell them I say no! Tell them I want to stay here! You thought of the views, and of... of Blue-Eyes...

"Perhaps they should be isolated," Saruman said. "Somewhere they cannot concoct any mischief. Rohan is quite strict, as Gondor is watchful. Either would suffice. Perhaps centuries of isolation in Isengard itself would keep them in line."

"Maybe the Shire would be good for them," Gandalf said. "The hobbits are quite peaceful little creatures. Then again, if isolation is what we are looking for, then Laketown couldn't be better. Or Dale; the dwarves don't let anyone commit any mischief from Erebor."

I don't want to leave...

"Lothlorien would perhaps be suitable," Celeborn added. "Or, maybe even the mines of Moria. I do not have much love for dwarves, but they would be kind enough to them."

"What," Interrupted Galadriel, "Does the subject of our conversation think of this?"

Silence fell. You took a deep breath. "I... I'd like to stay here." You seen Thranduil's head turn slowly to look at you, and you could hear him thinking, the fuck did you just say? "Please, my lord."

A tense silence fell over the room. Finally, Thranduil sighed. "I do not want you here, invader. You would have to prove your loyalty and skill beyond a shadow of a doubt."

You perked up. "Legolas is going on some super-secret missions, right? Maybe I could go with him. You trust him of all people to tell you the truth about me, right? So maybe I could prove myself then."

Thranduil thought about this for a moment. "Legolas is hunting for the orcs who are trying to overtake our borders. He found them, but he let them escape, even though they were a small group. He is leaving in three days with reinforcements; you may join him."

You almost visibly sagged with relief. Almost.

"However," Thranduil added, "If I find his report unsatisfactory, you will go with one of the councilmembers and leave Mirkwood. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

Elrond nodded to you. "You would have a home in Rivendell. It is the last safe haven of the Elves in Middle-Earth." He gave Thranduil a pointed sideways glance. "My people are welcoming and kind. They would be glad to have you." With a slight roll of his eyes, he gestured to Gandalf. "And of course, Mithrandir..."

Gandalf looked excited. "I would take you on my journeys with me, if you so desired. First, I would take you to the Shire. Very nice people, those hobbits. And of course, dwarves would be next."

"I thank you both," You smiled slightly, and you truly were grateful, but... "Then it is settled," Thranduil said authoritively. "Elrond, Gandalf, you are welcome to stay here until Legolas returns."

"I would be grateful," Elrond said, but Gandalf defiantly snorted. "I, dear Elvenking, already have arranged for lodgings in Laketown. Send for me once they arrive, so that I may know what I must do."

You felt buoyed a little. Gandalf didn't one-hundred-percent think you'd fail. And you wouldn't. You'd kick ass. You'd save Blue-Eyes's ass again. You'd come back triumphant, and Thranduil would have to let you stay.

Wouldn't he?

Thranduil left first with Elrond and Celeborn, followed by Gandalf and Saruman closely. Galadriel looked out over to the lake, all shiny and pretty and with her hair billowing majestically. "Why do you wish to stay among those who do not wish for your presence?"

You were stunned by the question. "I-I don't know... I've lived all my life an outcast... The hated one... I've just grown used to it. Being somewhere where people would be nice to me makes me uncomfortable. But there are a couple of people nice to me, and that's enough."

Galadriel was silent for a moment. "You think of him."

"Uhhh..."

"The prince."

You did blush this time. "I-I don't--"

"You are one of the Eldar now, mellon," Galadriel stated slowly. "Eldar only fall in love once. I have known many who have been broken by that which is unrequited. Do not be one of them."

You thought about her words for a second. "I don't love him... I don't even have like a crush on him or anything..." I've only known him for a couple days, overall.

Galadriel nodded slightly into the breeze. "Sieze it, if the chance arises. But if it does not, or if you do not think it will... I advise you to seek for a home elsewhere." You got the gist. If I do fall for him on my mission, and I know it won't go anywhere... Leave, even if I succeed.

Your heart was heavy at that thought, but you knew she was right. "Thank you, my lady."

"You need not thank a friend for giving advice." She smiled at you, and you left the pavilion with a deep bow, trying desperately not to let your heartstrings fall apart.

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nightcoremoon · 4 years ago

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here's some controversy that has nothing to do with social issues.

a lot of people hate the band five finger death punch. saying those words provoked a visceral response in half the people reading this, and a "who?" in the other half. they're a groove metal band; similar to slipknot, mudvayne, disturbed, all that remains, system of a down, korn, and killswitch engage. they're one of those really controversial bands that are hated because they're ~not real metal~ by dumbshits who think that NWOBHM is the only valid metal genre. even though england ruined metal and punk but that's a conbfetsation for another day.

now, if you just don't like metal, that's fine. I don't expect everyone to like every genre. so obviously you won't like them, or any band in the genre. obviously. and these are not the people who are being targeted with this post. no, this goes to those who love metallica, ozzy, megadeth, slayer, pantera, testament, opeth, tool, manowar, meshuggah, children of bodom, cannibal corpse, fear factory, mercyful fate: this is to the people who love metal. now, I say this as one of us, but metalheads are one of the most judgmental groups of people in history. and frequently I find that metalheads make the same remarks in regards to their opinions on five finger death punch.

they do nothing but covers. they just yell and cuss. forty year old men with teenage angst. bad musicianship. they look stupid. they fuck their sisters and daughters. they sold out to the military. they're gay. they do too many ballads. they're redneck bait. they're toxic masculinity and macho personified. they rely on guest stars to carry their songs. they're talentless hacks.

these are all complaints I've heard multiple times from multiple people. and frankly I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hearing the bullshit complaints rather than the ACTUAL REASONS why they aren't the best band in the world. which I'll go through now.

they have an overreliance on breakdowns as if they were a post-hardcore band but they're not. breaking benjamin also skirts the line between post-grunge metal and post-hardcore and have many breakdowns, but the difference is that BB's breakdowns have math rock roots and use different patterns that syncopate well. five finger's breakdowns are... eighth notes. it's the difference between, say, black veil brides- who have excellent syncopated breakdowns- and as I lay dying, who have shitty and boring breakdowns. the only difference is that AILD has blast beats (and is fronted by an abusive asshole), and five finger has... ivan growling threats or whatever because they think that it sounds cool to have metal blaring while he says shit like "you wanna disrespect me? I will slap you so fucking hard you'll feel like you kissed a freight train, fuck you," or "if there was ever a time for you to back the fuck up it's right fuckin here and right fuckin now" or "it's not the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog," or "in the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, drawn only to be washed away; in the time that I've been given, I am what I am", etc, all preceding screams. and no these are not exaggerations, these are literally exact quotes. there's also one that plays radio chatter from the military while he goes "hut hut oorah", which is different slightly. and in any case, they have done nearly a hundred different solos over their career, there is NO REASON for them to have such a ridiculous amount of breakdowns. they rival memphis may fire in that regard, but MMF actually has great breakdowns. churko is a metal producer, NOT a hardcore producer, and they sound empty when you strip out the vocals.

sometimes they will overuse a chorus, and hit the pop music pitfalls of having a song that's over half chorus. I'm sure they did this so the label would be happy with singles because the music industry is a commercialized garbage fire and holding it against the artists would be so fucking stupid especially since tool (the best metal band in existence) fucking said it best, "all you know about me is what I sold you, I sold out long before you ever knew my name, I sold my soul to make a record, dipshit, then you bought one; I've got some advice for you little buddy, before you point your finger you should know that I'm the man and if I'm the man then he's he man and you're the man as well so you can take that fucking finger and shove it up your ass". translation; the fact that you know a band at all means that they sold out to even exist in the first place because that's what selling out is. so even this complaint I have that sometimes they have repeated chorus is more of a complaint about a music industry which dumbs things down to sell radioplay to the lowest common denominator, which EVERY SINGLE ARTIST IS GUILTY OF. so moving on.

sometimes they'll have songs which are fairly simple from a harmonic/mechanical standpoint. opening verse chorus verse chorus solo bridge chorus chorus ending. verse goes some mix of eighth and quarter notes and rests in 4:4, solo is just the vocal line of the chorus, bass and drums are nonexistent and only serve to be a melodic backbone, and the music only exists to serve the lyrics... oh wait I can make the exact same arguments about metallica, rage against the machine, pantera, disturbed, and a hundred other bands. those guys aren't hated as much as five finger. hmm. wonder why.

the lyrics are often angsty. namely that they deal with honor, government corruption, mental illness, we live in a society, religious corruption, abandonment issues, recovering from toxic relationships, hey wait a minute these are all just insanely common topics for metal songs!

they usually play in the same key- wait shit every band has a favored key.

they do a lot of covers- wait shit they have literally more ALBUMS than covers.

(yeah that's weird to me too, but they only did a new level by pantera, from out of nowhere by faith no more, bad company by bad company, mama said knock you out by LL cool J, house of the rising sun by the animals, gone away by offspring, and blue on black by kenny wayne shepard... that's 7. they have 8 albums now.)

so shut the fuck up forever about the cover songs. metallica and the deftones and a perfect circle all had fucking cover ALBUMS, van halen only has a career because of the kinks, and every single rock band in the world is just ripping off the beatles, pink floyd, black sabbath, the who, led zeppelin, and cream. pick a legitimate reason to hate on a band, hypocrite.

alright what else...

"they're gay"

I'm not gonna dignify that with a response.

"they suck"

so does your favorite band. boom roasted.

"they're bad at music"

I'd like to see you do better then.

"they sold out to the military"

no they support the veterans and the troops; they fucking hate the military if you pay any attention at all. they believe in the good parts of the military that the government pays half our taxes to make us believe. you're not better than anyone else just because you see through one specific piece of propaganda because odds are you're blinded by another dozen. they write songs about how war is hell and how when vets come home they should be treated better. and anyway when you're in the dog eat dog world of the music industry hey guess what you need a market to sell to or else it's back to baskin robbins. I don't blame them for one second. if I had the option of endorsing cops to pay my bills you bet your ass I'll fly a blue lives matter flag and sell my soul to make money, and then donate shit to the black lives matter movement. flying a flag is worthless if I can do actual good with the money that those dumbasses send in. and name better irony than fighting to abolish a group that pays me to do it go on I'll wait.

"you're just a fanboy"

a) it's fangirl but metal elitists don't give a shit about the LGBTQ and b) just because I like a band doesn't in any way diminish the validity of my statements and any bias I might have is easily countered by whatever bias you might have and c) they're not even my favorite band you idiot I just think there's way worse out there just like I think it's unfair to say nickelback is the worst band in existence when drunk mom rock like hinder buckcherry savingabel and kidrock exists, and limp bizkit is standing right there, and d) they're not even the worst groove metal band, just look at fucking lamb of god, and e) if I was a fangirl I wouldn't have pointed out the flaws you fucking brainless troglodyte, and f) even if they were my favorite band in the world it doesn't matter if you think they suck because music taste is subjective anyway you goddamn moron. those guys write their own music, play their own music, perform their own music, and they love their fanbase more than most other bands. andrew biersack and kellin quinn and pepper keenan and glenn danzig and liam gallagher and axl rose and van halen and ted nugent and kurt cobain HATE their fans, or at least are huge fucking assholes. but not five finger. jeremy played until he literally broke his back; he's as devoted as phil collins, and if he made like atreyu and sang while drumming he'd be singing from a wheelchair, or like dave grohl when he broke his leg right in the middle of a concert, went to the hospital and got set and put in a cast, THEN CAME RIGHT BACK TO THE FUCKING SHOW AND PLAYED GUITAR AND SANG IN A CAST AND WHEELCHAIR. oh but wait, people say phil collins and dave grohl suck too, and turn around and suck mustaine's dick even though he's the biggest asshole in thrash metal behind tom araya and drunk james hetfield. point being, just because x doesn't like y doesn't diminish z's opinion.

"the singer fucked his daughter lol lol his grandchild is his son too lol lol his daughter is his wife lol lol it's funny because rednecks and incest lol lol" he's from colorado not alabama you dumb motherfuckers, and all the lol incest in georgia jokes are rooted in good ol yankee classism. also the guitarist is hungarian so the american redneck jokes don't even fuckin work. shut the hell up, you have all of the intellectual capacity of a common bog leech.

you can dislike the band. you can say you don't like it. you can say that you'd rather listen to different music. that's fine! that's okay! listen to justin bieber if you like him, listen to taylor swift if you like her, listen to new kids on the block if you want! I don't care! but stop expressing your opinions that you stole from someone else as fact. all you're doing is meme bandwagoning so you can find a community because you don't have the social skills necessary to meet people through the things you love so instead you try to pull serotonin out of making other people feel as miserable as you do.

with that being said, fuck all of the annoying dudebro douchebags who listen to the band and show 5FDP next to the confederate flag, blue lives matter flag, don't tread on me flag, punisher skull, trump sticker, and the crossed assault rifles on the back of your truck. you're all shit for reasons other than your music taste.

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dahkani · 5 years ago

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FAIR GAME SONGS

Music helps me write, and I believe many creatives share that vibe! So I wanted to share a few of the songs that give me Fair Game vibes and I find myself writing best to, categorized based on the mood or vibes you wanna sell! Please enjoy, and I hope you like even one song out of this selection. It’s all under the read more! All songs have hyperlinks on the title! I tried to use male artists when possible since it’s an MLM ship but the majority of music I listen to is sung by women, so apologies for that!

p.s. please message me and just fuckin talk to me about fair game and rwby and everything... pls..

ENERGETIC LOVE SONGS

( energetic is used somewhat loosely, but i wanted a divide between songs like these and more chilled-out ones! )

↪ w i l d - troye sivan ( i envision this song as shared between them. perhaps the blue neighbourhood is metaphorical for qrow, due to his long-lasting troubles with his mental health, and clover’s blue neighbourhood is atlas. )

↪ b u r n i n g - maggie rogers ( “ running from that day i snapped ” - the day he found out about Salem, the day at the apathy farm, the day he fell right back into his old habits. “and you said / let me help you open up” oH LIKE CLOVER IS DOING FOR QROW???? )

↪ s u p e r s t a r - marina ( “ you never judge me / for any of my fears / never turn your back / always keep my body near. “ )

↪ j o y - bastille ( “ i’m your walking disaster, keep on dragging me / from self-pity, poor me.” )

↪ a n i m a l - aurora ( clover to qrow, the best thing i could find! “ isolation makes me hungry / will you stay here while i sleep? ” and “ lost in a concrete jungle “ were huge driving forces for how i characterized clover in one of my fics! )

LOW-KEY LOVE SONGS

( more relaxed! the type of songs that aren’t super high energy but instead... are much calmer! )

↪ a n y w h e r e u g o - tove lo ( “ stay together / you make me better / and i said i would be there through it all. “ )

↪ w h a t a h e a v e n l y w a y t o d i e - troye sivan ( “ what a heavenly way to die / what a time to be alive / because forever is in your eyes / but forever aint half the time / i wanna spend with you. ” )

↪ r e a l l o v e - carly rae jepsen ( this is a clover song and i’ll take it to the grave. real love is all he wants bro. it’s all his perfect life is missing. )

↪ e n d o f t h e e a r t h - marina ( “ do you ever think / of how this life could have been? / if you never took the chance / a leap of faith and dance / with losing it all / so just wait, wait for me. ” )

↪ f i n a l l y / / b e a u t i f u l s t r a n g e r - halsey ( “ your eyes, so crystal green / sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet / you got hips like Jagger and two left feet / and i wonder if you’d like to meet. ” )

ANGST

( songs that have angst potential! not necessarily break up songs tho.)

↪ h a b i t s ( s t a y h i g h ) - tove lo ( “ you’re gone and i gotta stay high / all the time / to keep you off my mind ” )

↪ h o l d m e w h i l e y o u w a i t - lewis capaldi ( a song about (clover) loving someone who doesn’t know what they really want, and wondering if you just aren’t good enough. )

↪ 9 0 d a y s - p!nk ( " i feel the space that’s in between us / convince myself that this is real love / cause you made this shit so easy / and i told you my secrets / so i don’t know why im tongue-tied at the wrong time / when i need this. ” )

↪ s u p e r c u t - lorde ( “ cause in my head, in my head i do everything right / when you call, when you call i’ll forgive and not fight / because ours are the moments i play in the dark / we were wild and fluorescent / come home to my heart. ” )

WARNING - THE NEXT SONG’S VIDEO HAS SOME FLASHING LIGHTS AND I CAN’T FIND AN OFFICIAL ALTERNATIVE. PLEASE BE CAREFUL!

↪ n u m b w i t h o u t y o u - the maine ( “ you are the violence in my veins / you are the war inside my brain / you are my glitter and my gloom / i am so numb without you. “ )

↪ g o t t o b e y o u - don broco ( “ so easy / i could be replaced / you could bait fresh meat / plenty fish in them seas ” )

↪ d r i v e - oh wonder ( “ and i promised i’d be there / but you don’t make it easy / darling please believe me. “ )

MISC

( some songs i wanted to add but they don’t really fit any category, or they have a few things that stick out (as an example, maybe they use female pronouns) or they just aren’t QUITEEE fair game-y enough! )

↪ m a t e o - tove lo ( “ never stood out in a crowd the way you do / wish i could spend some more time alone with you “ )

↪ c r u e l s u m m e r - taylor swift ( “ i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you, and i / snuck in through the garden gate / every night that summer just to seal my fate / and i scream for whatever its worth / i love you. ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? “ )

↪ s t i l l i n t o y o u - paramore ( “ i should be over all the butterflies / but i’m into you / and baby even on our worst nights / i’m into you “ )

↪ m i r a c l e - paramore ( “ i won’t let you give up on a miracle / when it might save you “ )

↪ i w a n n a g e t b e t t e r - the bleachers ( “ i didn’t know i was lonely ‘til i saw your face / i wanna get better, better, better, better / i didn’t know i was broken ‘til i wanted to change / i wanna get better. better, better, better “ )

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And that’s about all I’ve got in me right now! Please feel free to add your own additions, I promise I will listen to absolutely every single song anyone suggests is even remotely 1% Fair Game.

#fair game #lucky charms

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years ago

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The Girl in The Blue Dress

Chapter 9: Trust

@megatraven hehe fluff but then angst >:)))

Story Description: A girl named Rose is the kindest girl around. However, once she gets cursed, she is forced to die and live over and over again, always facing a fate that was cruel. She fell in love with a god and he fell in love with her. Will he be able to end the curse? Will he be able to ever save her from her fate? Or will their love be cursed forever?

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“So these are his allies?”

Apollo and Rose were in her room at the tavern discussing plans. He pointed toward red dots that were on the map.

“Yes. And these,” Rose pointed towards blue dots, “are our allies.”

Apollo nodded. As he was looking at all the dots, he sees a blue dot, but it looks dulled out, as if it was erased.

“What happened here?”

Rose looked where he was pointing and he saw that face again. She looked lost in a memory and it looked like several memories flashed before her eyes. But then she let out a sigh.

“He was an ally, but no more,” she said as she continued to stare at the blue mark, refusing to meet Apollo’s gaze.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet, please,” Rose said, her voice sounding weak. It sounded soft and this was the first time he heard her voice sound defeated. He put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her without going to far. She met his gaze and smiled.

“Thanks. But now we need to discuss more plans.”

Apollo nodded and began to think of plans for how they could take the king down.

“Do you think we could poison him?”

“It won’t work. He has people test his food for him before he eats. He does have a lot of enemies, and he’d rather someone else die than him,” Apollo told her, his voice sounding angry.

“Maybe we can set up an attack?”

“No. The spies are everywhere, Rose. They’ll catch you before you even know it and have your group turned in to the king.” Apollo hated bursting her bubble, but he’d rather tell her the truth than hide it and for her to get hurt. It’s something he was trying to avoid. Rose let out an annoyed sigh and ran her hand through her hair.

“Then what do we do? Start a war?!” Rose sounded very angry and tired and frustrated. He couldn’t blame her. She was the leader and had a lot of responsibility on her hands. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side.

“I’m not sure, Rose. But we will all do our best to not start a war, alright? But you have to remember not everything can be peaceful.”

Rose let out a sigh and placed her head in her hands. “I know, Apollo. I’ve been through a lot to know not everything could be peaceful...but I wish it could be.”

Apollo rested his head on her shoulder, forgetting everything he said about distance, and smiled as he told her what she told him.

“Well, a girl told me that things can be peaceful. She taught me how to do it. We just have to work and get there, Rose. I promise.”

Rose looked up at Apollo and there seemed to be hope written on her face. She seemed to believe him for a second. She moved to rest her head on his own, but stopped herself before she did. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t get close to someone again...

“Alright, Apollo. I’ll see you tomorrow for one on one training!” Rose smiled at him (clearly putting on a mask) and rolled up the map for the night. He noticed her mask and wanted to remind her it’s okay to be weak, but he decided to save the speech for another time.

Over the next few days, Rose and Apollo trained alone. He actually felt like he was getting closer to her. He would occasionally throw jokes in between punches or dodges, and she’d laugh at them. Training wasn’t just training for them, it was a time to get closer and make the other laugh.

Apollo managed to get Rose on her back a few times, but she still was better than him. He just laughed everytime he landed on his back. They had a good time and would always go to the tavern when it was closed. They’d have a few drinks and play games with the other people or just by themselves.

“Truth or dare?”

One of the guys asked Apollo. They were all sitting at a table (all were a little tipsy) and they were excited.

“Truth.”

“Do you like Miss Rose over here?” One of the girls pointed to Rose (who sat beside her) and Rose blushed hard. Apollo blushed just as much at the question. Now he was wishing he chose dare. Rose looked at Apollo and she looked a little excited to hear an answer, but then shook her head.

“If you don’t want to answer, that’s okay, Apollo. Don’t feel forced,” she said, her voice a little stuttery because of the drinking, but also her being shy and a little awkward.

Apollo felt cornered. He didn’t know these emotions. Hell, he’s watched her die over and over again, he never had time to think about his feelings! Mainly because he was sad everytime he thought of her, so he never looked at his feelings. However, now he was thinking about them. Everytime he looked at her, his heart sped up, the world seemed to disappear around them, and he felt the need to protect her amplify.

“No comment,” he said with a laugh. The rest of the people cheered and some boo’d because he didn’t give an answer. Only Rose blushed and was silent. She looked a little sad but also a little releaved. He didn’t know what to make of it, so he ignored it for right now. He gave her a little time to talk to everyone and not for him to be involved. However, she didn’t seem to like that.

“Apollo. Do you play anything? I play the violin,” Rose said with a little bit of pride in her voice. He was brought back to a memory of her playing the violin in the market when she was sick. His heart felt a pang of sadness, but he put on a smile for her.

“Yeah, I actually play the harp, but I’d like to learn how to play the violin. Wanna be my teacher?” Apollo winked at her and her blushed increased. Rose coughed but nodded.

“Sure. But if you’re a terrible student, there might be a bit of punishment,” she said with a dark tone. It was that demanding tone of hers again, and he felt his heart thump hard at it.

The rest of the night continued with funny stories pass back and forth, more teasing, and just fun times all around.

“You hold it like this,” Rose said as she put the violin in his hands.

She wasn’t training and decided to actually teach Apollo. She never really met anyone who was interested in her hobby, so seeing someone interested made her happy and want to spread it.

Apollo nodded and looked completely serious.

“Okay. Now, how do I hold the bow?”

“You have to curl your hand, sorta,” she said as she put his hand in an awkward position on the bow. His pinky was at the bottom, thumb was in the middle of the part that connects strings to the metal, and his pointer finger and middle finger were along the wood part, spaced out and feeling really weird. However, he was excited to learn.

“I know it feels weird a first, but you get used to it, I promise!” Rose looked excited and rushed to get her paper of music out.

“But first, you need to know the letters of the strings and finger positions.” Rose showed him that the letters on the strings are like the alphabet.

“It goes A, B, C, and then since you have three fingers down, the next is string is...” Rose looked at him as if she wanted to take a guess.

“D?”

“Yes! Then, guess what the other 3 finger letters are.” She put his fingers in the right position but wanted him to name them. Apollo looked at his fingers and recalled the letters after D.

“E, F, G,” he said with confidence.

“Yep! Now, since you have three fingers down, the next string is A because the letters only go to G, alright?” Apollo nodded at her as he tried to take in all the information.

“Okay, then it goes B, C, D, and then the next string is E. Then, the finger letters are F, G, and then A!” Rose looked at him proudly because he seemed totally serious and was learning quite fast.

“Now, the strings by themselves are G, D, A, and E! Do you understand or need me to go back?” Apollo shook his head at her.

“Yeah, I get it. I’m ready to play!”

“Are you now ?” Rose looked at him with a skeptical look. It made Apollo look a little nervous. Rose decided to give him a little test, and he got most of it right.

“You did great! Now, let me show you how to read the notes, what they are, and how to read the staff!”

Apollo let out an annoyed sigh, but Rose knew he was excited and happy to learn. He was and was glad to have this down time with Rose as she continued to explain.

“Ya know, you’re real special,” a worker beside him said. He was back in the kitchen working and a worker had come beside him.

“What do you mean?”

“Rose doesn’t usually open up to people this fast. She’s been hurt a lot, so she doesn’t like getting close to people, but you are already so close to her.”

“We’re not that close.” Apollo had a blush on his face and really believed they weren’t that close yet. Every other time they got close fast was because she was a kid looking to spread love. But now she was an adult that had a hurting heart, so he didn’t expect her to open up so quickly.

“Apollo, I haven’t seen her smile that bright in a long time, alright? I want the best for her. I’ve been best friends with her for a long time.” The boy looked happy as he smiled at Apollo. He must’ve been happy Rose was getting out there.

“And Melody likes you too. She may not be too sociable with other people, but if she’s talking to you a lot and letting you be close to her daughter, then she likes you.”

Apollo looked really happy at the fact. He loved Melody and Rose, so to have them becoming a little closer to him again made him happy.

“But listen, Rose has been hurt a lot by people, so you better not hurt her or me and everyone else will hurt you.”

Other gods and goddesses would’ve lost their cool at that. A mortal threatening a god. However, he felt a little bit of hope. He knew Rose was surrounded by good people if they were willing to beat someone up for hurting her. However, he did promise he wouldn’t harm her, and he was going to keep it for as long as he could.

“I could never dream of harming her. I want to save her from any trouble she’s in and I want her to trust me.”

“Ask her about what happened and she’ll trust you. She doesn’t tell everyone, so if she tells you, then she trusts you a lot. Just ask her,” the boy said with a smirk.

Looks like Apollo had to have a tough conversation tonight.

Rose and Apollo were in the tavern, sitting together again. They were doing that a lot now, and Melody would join sometimes, but sometimes she also left them alone to enjoy their time. She knew Rose didnt get too close to people, so she was happy her daughter was trying to get close to people again.

However, Apollo knew he had to ask. He wanted to know about it so he could help her, but also wanted to know if she could trust him. It’s the only thing he truly asks for.

“Rose, can I ask about what happened in your past? It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, but I want to help you and get close to you.”

Rose seemed to stop moving for a second. She even looked like she stopped breathing. But she eventually let out a sigh and had a sad look on her face.

“It’s not a very happy tale, Apollo.”

“I don’t know many happy tales either. I’m ready for another one to be added to my memory.”

Rose let out a little laugh but sighed.

“I had a friend that I loved deeply when I was younger. We were the best of friends, Apollo. Hell, people thought we would get married, but we didn’t know what lied ahead of us. His father was a terrible man as well. He abused his kids and didn’t give them the right fatherly love or taught him how to spread kindness and not just to me.” Rose took a second to continue. She faced the table so he couldn’t see her face all the way, but by the shake in her voice, he assumed she was about to break down. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side, hugging her to comfort her in anyway he could.

“His father took him away to somewhere. I thought he abandoned me, but he was taken away from us. When he came back...” Rose trailed off. She took in a deep breath. “He was a completely different person. He was violent, got angry super fast, and it seemed like we never knew each other. Then, he went to the castle and something happened to him again. He must’ve been manipulated, because he turned me in.”

Rose looked up at him and he saw tears roll down her face.

“I was just starting this group, I was 19, and he only turned me in. I was brought into the castle, and I was whipped. I have scars on my back from that day. Luckily, my mom had come to rescue me. She swore to kill that king herself for what he did to me. I tried to find my friend, tried to ask what happened, but he is nowhere to be found,” Rose said, more tears flowing from her eyes. “And sometimes...I miss him. I wanna see him again, ask what happened, maybe help us both, and make his life easier. Is it wrong that I want that?”

Apollo saw Rose completely defeated and lost. She lost a best friend, she was tortured, but she still wanted to save him. He looked into her blue eyes, and he saw that little girl that wanted to spread kindness. The little girl who smiled through her disease even as she was dying. And the woman who made a god fall in love with her.

“Rose, it’s okay to want that. Don’t let anybody tell you that that’s weird. You can’t help that your heart is big. It’s bigger than anyone else’s I’ve ever seen,” he told her, and it was the truth. She had a big heart and refused to truly hate someone, no matter what they did to her. Well, she hated the king, but she couldn’t hate the boy that turned her in and ruined her trust. She wanted to save him from whatever hold was on him and wanted to help him. Her heart was so big, he doesn’t know how she fits it in her body.

“And ya know what? We’ll help you find him. We won’t stop until that king is dead and anyone who’s been hurt by him has received peace or some sort of closure, alright?”

Rose smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged her back, tightly, and rubbed his hands up and down her back in a comforting way. He looked to his side and saw many of the people in the group looking at him. They looked like they were in suspense and were waiting for some kind of dramatic action to happen, but they also seemed happy. He smiled at them and hugged Rose tighter.

Now, he had things to do other than save Rose. He had to kill the king, save Rose from her doom, protect the people in this kingdom, and save her friend who betrayed her. He sighed but he felt prepared and wouldn’t change anything. And he promised he wouldn’t hurt her like he did. He never would.

Hehe Meg. Idk If you read my other chapter so read it to see Rose beat Apollo up and see some fluff. I didn’t proof read much bc I’m tired so I hope there’s no mistakes :)

#hehehehe #we love angst #but there is development #and fluff to come #but then #the ending in this lifetime #is the most depressing than the other lifetimes lol #but thats o k a y #we’re all on a love journey here #but yh hope you like it and felt a little sad like I did >:)))#my writing #The Girl in The Blue Dress

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Far Away - Chapter 1 - Seth megafic

Welcome to the beginning of my Seth mega fic! I have currently written it all (but it needs editing and chaptering) and has a total of 22k (which will go up in editing). I have spent all year writing this and I am really hoping you all like it. Expect many more chapters ;) Link to my fic masterpost (where all the chapters of this will go): https://hydemeincradle.tumblr.com/post/187532565674/fic-masterpost Word Count: 2464

Notes: As always much love to my waifu @stupidoafofspades for helping me with this in many ways, including editing, cheering me on, and generally being awesome and the bestest ever <3 This fic is a mix of things, but as a lot of my writing goes, it does have a lot of angst and I’m hoping lots of feels! But there is fun times too! (I’m going to hide now before @chiefofpigs starts chasing me with a newspaper again for taking everyone to Angst City all aboard the feels train :D ) Without further ado, enjoy :3

Chapter 1: A Jacket for Two

I’d ran down the cobbled streets of the Central Quarter so many times, it felt like any other day. My hand started to slip from Seth’s as he pulled me along, and I worried for a moment I’d fall too far behind.

The once blue sky was now filled with plumes of black smoke and dust clogged the air. The brightest days always did come crashing down harder.

“Quick, let’s get you in a carriage,” Seth said coughing. “It might be safer.”

The Central Quarter had been quiet ever since the evacuation. The bustling streets were now filled with Black Army officers, all running back into the open. As we had secured the winding alleys, strange devices had been found. Our small group had been lucky, we’d ran. Others didn’t get the chance. Looking back it’d been too simple, the Red Army had backed down quickly and Fenrir’s troops had pushed them back to the Red Bridge. It had become a stalemate, and for the past few days we’d camped here securing what we could.

A flash, a terrible blinding bright light, and then... everything. A rush of dust and screams so loud, I didn’t even realise they were mine. Blood, bodies, confusion, chaos.

“Maya? Maya?” Seth’s frantic calls were broken by coughing.

I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t see anything. My eyes were scrunched up tight as I tried to understand what was happening.

An explosion. It had to be.

I was too slow to stop the magic. I thought we had ran far enough.

“Maya?”

I opened my eyes to be laying in the dirt surrounded by rubble, the buildings around us now broken and falling.

“There you are.”

Seth rushed into view, face covered in dust and blood. He dropped to his knees and took hold of my hand tight, frowning, glancing around in fear.

I tried to speak, it came out as a coughing mess. I couldn’t breathe, the air too thick and... oh geez the world began to spin and I couldn’t think, oh I couldn’t think at all.

“Oh sweetie.” His voice held such pain I wanted to cry. “Don’t move.”

He reached into his torn jacket and brought out a handkerchief, then dabbed it at my cheek. It came away bloodied and all I could do was stare. I tried to reach up to him but my body barely responded. No, no, let me… Fresh blood rolled down his soft skin and I wanted so desperately to wipe it away.

“It’s going to be alright Maya.” His voice caught and shuddered. “Listen to me, I just n-need to sort this for you and then we c-can get out of here and—”

“Seth?” He sat back and rested his chin against his chest for a moment. Although his hair fell and obscured his eyes, I knew he was crying. “Are you—”

“It’s going to be fine,” he whispered. With the pain in his voice I swore he was trying to convince himself not me.

My head thumped and screamed in pain, I just wanted to curl up and cry. I tried to move, but Seth grabbed my shoulders.

“Please don’t move.”

“But I—”

I placed my hand on his arm, leaving a bloody handprint. “No, no. Sweetie, stay still for me.”

“Seth!” I panicked, staring at it in shock. “There’s… blood.”

“I know, I know,” he soothed. “But we’ll sort it. I just need to do a little adjustment to your dress, and it will be fine. Trust me.”

Bang.

I flinched and Seth covered me immediately. His face hovered near, his tears pattering on my cheeks. Somewhere bricks crashed and skittered across the ground.

“Was that..?”

Seth paused then glanced around. “A gunshot.”

“Fenrir? Oh no, is he alright?”

“I don’t know,” Seth whispered. “I need to…” He pulled out one of his knives and tried to smile. “We’ll have to b-buy you another dress. Go on a shopping trip.”

The cold knife pressed against my arm and I felt as it run along, slicing through the fabric of my sleeve. Pain lanced through me as it moved, I glanced down to see it bloodied and strewn in the dirt.

“I-I’m… I need to use some of your dress for the next bit. I’m sorry.”

Seth reached down and pulled at my skirt, lifting the top layer and folding it back. Then with his knife, he started cutting at the underskirt, tearing strips away.

“I’m nearly done, I just need to cover it.”

“What?” I winced as I felt the strips press down, I wanted to kick and scream but I bit down on my lip. As Seth’s face hovered near I fought my fatigue and reached up to his face, holding his cheek, “you’re bleeding.”

“So are you.” I cried out as Seth pulled the next strip tight, my fingernails pressing against his skin. Bright pain surged through me, leaving me breathless and frozen. “I’m here, sweetie.” Seth’s hand held mine against his face tight. “Listen to me, it’s over for now. We need to get out of here.”

I nodded, my movements stiff. Somehow I managed to sit up with Seth’s help, and finally I realised the extent of everything. There was nothing left. Just rocks and the edges of buildings. It can’t have been just one explosion. I saw as other army members lay in the rubble bleeding, crying out, some weren’t moving. They… They weren’t…

“Seth,” I said with tears flooding my eyes. “I’m scared.”

Warm arms wrapped around me as Seth held me tight, tighter than ever before. I found my head resting against his chest, against the torn fabric of his favourite jacket, against the solid sound of his heartbeat thumping. The tiniest smile broke all the horror; at least I knew he was alive. Tears rolled down my cheeks but I could feel a calm washing over me, I clung to him not wanting to ever let go. If I just closed my eyes for a moment I could imagine being far away from all this, just laying somewhere listening to this same melodic beat. Oh! I let go, awkwardly moving away, all too aware of what I’d been thinking. Seth’s teary brown eyes watched as I felt a flush grow across my cheeks. I’d held on a little too tight, been a little too careless.

“Maya? What’s wrong?”

“We should go.” I glanced away, in the corner of my eye I spotted another flash of light. I screamed, “no!”

Another explosion rattled through the debris, the force sending Seth forwards. The faint outline of my deflection lingered for a moment, it hadn’t stopped it all, just enough. Exhaustion flooded through me and all I wanted was to slump down and sleep. Seth grabbed my hands and dragged me back up to my feet.

“Come on. We need to get you out of here.”

Around us people were scrambling and fleeing, all hurrying back towards Black territory.

“I’m so tired.”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” Step by step he gently led me away, holding my hands tight. “We’ll be back soon and then you can sleep as much as you like. And after you wake up we’ll do something fun and we’ll have tea in our matching cups again.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’d like that.”

“Hey,” called a voice from behind us. “Come this way instead.” I glanced to find Oliver hurrying through the rubble towards us. “No doubt this goofball got herself hurt.” Seth paused and I looked up at him. “Blanc has gone to get Kyle and any other doctors. You’ll be safer this way.”

“Safer?” Seth frowned and shook his head. “No, we are going back to headquarters.”

“And if more explosions happen then? Just come with me.”

“How is—”

"I work with magic crystals every day,” he hissed. “Do you really think I don't have protections?"

I heard Seth sigh as he held on to me tighter. He began to pull me in the direction of Blanc’s house instead.

“Aren’t you hurt too?” I asked him, his brown eyes watching my every move.

“I’ll be fine.”

Oliver followed us quietly as he stared at the mess. We slowly worked our through it, my tired legs threatening to give way at any moment. I was so tired and felt like I could sleep for days. Seth’s strong hands kept me going, kept me safe; with him I didn’t feel scared and it warmed my heart. I was so glad that of all the people here, it was him with me.

I stopped outside of Blanc’s house and looked to him, “Seth, I...”

He reached out and stroked my hair. “What is it, sweetie?”

“I don’t understand why… all this and…”

I paused, took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to try again.

“Get in here already, dummy.” Oliver hissed from the doorway. “It’s not safe out there.”

I winced, sighed, and left it there. My mind was fuzzy and I struggled to think. I would try again later instead when my thoughts might come easier.

Still holding his hand, we entered the blue roofed house, all clean and unharmed from the blasts.

“Are you sure it’s safe here Oliver?”

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “This stupid war is on our doorstep but we always are unscathed. Whatever happened, it was meant to harm the Black Army, so there shouldn’t be an attack here. And like I said, I have my protections.”

I followed Oliver through the house and crumpled down on the sofa, glad to finally have somewhere to rest.

“You look exhausted, I’ll make some tea.” Oliver wandered off into the kitchen, grumbling to himself.

Seth nodded. “Yes and rest up too sweetie. You were exhausted before all… this.” He glanced out the window and let go of my hands. “I am going back out there to help the others.”

“But—” I reached out to Seth then stopped. He was right. I couldn’t let my feelings come first when there could be others out there hurt. “Make sure you stay safe out there,” I added eventually.

“I’ll be back before you know it Alice ☆” Seth said trying to be his cheerful self.

I wanted for that to be enough, and normally it would be, but my mind couldn’t wrap around what had just happened and I didn’t want to let go of him just yet. I wished I could be selfish for an extra moment. Seth dropped the facade quick, realising that it wasn’t working. I watched as he unclipped his knife belt, slipped off his jacket, and then draped it over my shoulders. I winced as it brushed my arm.

“Maybe this will help.”

I felt my cheeks flush and I tried to smile. “Thank you, Seth.”

“Yes, yes, go on already.” Oliver said shooing Seth back out the door. “I will watch over her.” As they walked, I managed to catch a whisper something which sent a chill down my spine. “And if I find out you or those friends of yours are behind any of this…”

I clutched onto Seth’s jacket tighter. What did that even mean? What did they know? I was tired, scared, and hurt. Maybe I was misreading the whole thing.

“You two make me sick.” Oliver grumbled, going back to the tea to pour into the small cups.

“What?”

“Who do you think I mean dummy? You and him. I think I'm going to choke on the sweet air.” Oliver concentrated on his tea adding a lump of sugar and swirled everything around.

Me and him? A blush heated my cheeks. “No, you’ve got it all wrong—”

“Uhuh.”

“—he was just watching out for me and he cares a lot.”

“Can you really be that dense?” Oliver stared at me a moment before returning to his cup. “I suppose I shouldn’t have expected more from you of all people.”

“Hey.” I felt my cheeks burning now, my heart latching onto his words hoping they were true.

Oliver smiled slightly. “It’s good to see you being you.”

I stopped to frown, realising what Oliver had been doing. This had been a diversion all to cheer me up. I reached for my tea and sipped, hiding my expression behind the cup. Oliver did care really, underneath it all.

“How is your arm?”

I paused and looked towards it, the fabric still in place where Seth had wrapped it tight. Blood soaked into it and it hurt like hell, but I was still riding a wave of adrenaline. I wanted to touch the bandage, see what was wrong, but I pulled away knowing it would make it bleed more.

“It hurts now you reminded me of it, gee thanks.”

Oliver was quiet a moment before he continued. “That idiot of a drunk doctor will fix you up well. I’m surprised you managed to get away with just injuries to your arm. The blast looked bad.”

My eyes widened as I remember the sound, the air being forced towards me, sending my body sprawling.

“I just hope everyone else got away with few injuries.” Oliver didn’t respond, instead he sat sipping at his tea. “I feel so useless having to sit here, I want to help them.”

Oliver turned to me with a frown. “You are going to sit there, or I will make you.” I stopped to look at him and he sighed. “So I am not useless too. There’s not much I can do like this, but I can watch over you and make tea. So that’s what I am doing.” I felt bad for him, to feel so powerless being in his child form. “I don’t need your pity. I can see it on your face, dummy.”

I finished my tea and set it down on the table in front of me. “Do you really think Kyle will come to help us when it was the Red Army who attacked us?”

“Yes, unlike the others in that Army, he’s the only one who’d help. You obviously don’t know him well enough if you are asking that question.”

“You don’t need to be so mean all the time,” I hissed.

I didn’t mean to snap, but I was so tired and the hot tea was making me sleepier. My eyes felt heavy and I knew I should try and sleep.

“I’m going into my workshop,” Oliver said standing, “call me if you need anything.”

“But—”

“Rest, sleep, do whatever you want. I need to keep busy.”

I snuggled deeper into Seth’s jacket, it smelt of him and brought a warm comfort. How did such a beautiful day end so bleak?

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