#HE WILL SURELY MAKE WEAPONS AS WELL. i hate everything i'm fine

[kayvsworld]

every single day i'm thinking about that article from the apogee awards slideshow where a 16 year old tony's been "quietly" building dum-e "in a dark corner" of the lab and he's like "it's fun to build something new! i have lots of ideas for changing everyday life. i wanted to win, so i did!" and then half the article is like actually about his dad and comparing him to his dad and just. assumes tony will probably switch from robots to building weapons and it's like. just let him build robots actually. leave him alone i'm so upset

[morose-melodies]

Welcome back! So happy to see that you are doing well ☺️

Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Pierro, Capitano, and Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

what it takes to love | various yandere! fatui harbingers x pregnant reader

content warning: mentions of blood, idk if childe's being sorta trad or not but I'll still put it here. I'm also a bit rusty so they might be ooc...

a/n: definitely not a drabble... I hope you enjoy!

CAPITANO

with the newfound knowledge that you were gone, the captain was on the way home.

there was not a lick of hesitation, no, he dropped everything. your leaving meant you were alone on a cold night while pregnant. who knew what trouble you could be in?

the captain knew you couldn't travel far-- it was too dark, too cold. all that surrounded the manor was woods and woods. he made sure to wear his thickest coat and brought with him his weapon in case you were in true danger. he saw your footprints in the snow, it looked as if you were stumbling about in the cold.

Oh, poor you.

this isn't how things should be-- you, running about at night without him there to protect you. you should be in the safety of his arms, in the walls of his manor.

he wouldn't try to further frighten you, that must be why you ran, no? he would place his coat over you and take you home with him.

following those footprints, it seemed you tumbled and fell a couple of times. you couldn't possibly be in a good state. (y/n)... where could you be ?

"(y/n)," the captain called out. he saw you, your cowering form, pressed against a tree, using one of his coats you'd taken with you to warm yourself, "oh, (y/n)."removing his coat, he set it over your shoulders and lifted you into his arms, expecting you to comply.

"no! st-stop. let me go, i... I'm fine!" you'd argue, though, it seemed you were in no state to.

"(y/n), no," the captain shook his head, trying to keep a gentle hold on you even as you squirmed and argued, "you're tired- you don't understand what you're saying. I'll be taking you home."

"i know what I'm saying," you shook your head, pressing your hand against his mask, attempting to push him away, "i don't want to be with you or near you! l-let go of me!"

the cold must be getting to you, capitano reasoned, who knows how long you've been out here? you're clearly not in your right mind. pressing a hand against your cheek, he felt your skin, he felt how cold it was. you needed to be home and in bed. "hush, you're delirious. (y/n), stop fighting me, i need to bring you home. you're harming yourself *and* our child."

"let go of me! stop- i refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

his hold on you loosened-- he was stunned, caught off guard. a monster? his hand gripped at the fabric of the coat over your shoulders, "is that truly what you think of me?"

you hated him? that was why you ran? "(y/n)," the captain repeated, his grip on the coat lessened, "answer me. is that what you think of me?"

do you understand how that makes him feel?

it's not as if you always thought this of him, this was a recent development. after getting pregnant, he was... more protective. he took extreme measures to keep you home, to "keep you safe."

it drove you mad.

so, when you woke up one morning to see that all of the house staff, including your maid that you truly loved, had been replaced-- you knew you had to leave.

"yes, yeah..." you nodded, a stray tear running down your cheek, "so, let me down- let me go," you demanded once more, squirming, trying to get away from him once more.

capitano raised his hand and wiped away that stray tear, "(y/n), do not say that-- not to me, not to my face," his hand dropped back to his side. he needed you home with him, now.

and that need was stronger than any other feeling he had at this very moment.

holding you against his chest, trying to keep you as warm as possible as he worked on getting you home.

he needed you back home; whatever happened afterward could happen, as long as you were home with him.

DOTTORE

how things seemed, you enjoy causing dottore problems.

if you weren't knocking his vials over, you were barging in on his experiments, and if not that, you'd rejected him when he expressed even the slightest bit of affection.

it was always something with you.

and now, on his day off-- on the one day when he had nothing to do and nothing planned, you ran away, or at least you tried to.

dottore refused to let his good day be ruined by something so trivial, so he took precautions.

knowing you, you would do something so he prepared for just about anything you could do.

just about anything... well, he didn't expect you, a pregnant woman, to attempt to jump out of your window to get away from him.

he heard the tell-tale shatter of glass and just knew it was you-- it was always you. he begrudgingly got up from where he was resting and went to your room, where you were halfway out of your window, bloodied from the broken glass digging into your skin.

dottore sighed, "goodness, (y/n)," dottore was approaching you and you could hear him coming closer, so, you tried to lunge yourself out of the window, to get away from him-- to protect your future.

pressing your hands against the sides of the window, you pushed yourself forward, slipping out of the window, but, of course, dottore caught you by the ankle just as you were falling.

you wasted not even a second before you began screaming and swearing at him, trying to squirm out of his grip, "let me go! let go-" you kicked at him as he dragged you back into the room.

once you were in, lying on the glass-covered floor, somewhat numb to the pain, dottore stood somewhere near your side, his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at you. he was disappointed, but why?

"don't... lie in the glass. (y/n)..." he sighed once more, and reached out, grabbing your arm and helping you stand.

it was then that he assessed your injuries, asking that you stand still as he looked at your bloodied arms and torso area-- it was painfully cut from the glass.

*you must be in pain, no?* dottore mused, straightening his back as he looked at the thin layer of blood coated on his fingertip, "I'll forget about this-- I'll even forgive you for... attempting this," dottore assured you, holding your arm as he began to guide you out of your room, "I'll forgive you, i just ask that you never attempt such a thing again."

but... you refused, tugging your arm back and out of his hold, "Don't touch me-- i don't *need* your forgiveness!"

you'd never hated him quite as much as you did after finding out that dottore had no problem with experimenting on children that the knave gave him.

it made you sick. you couldn't allow your child to grow up with a man like him, "i *refuse* to raise my child with a monster like you."

dottore's eyebrow twitched, though you couldn't see it. he thought he knew what to expect from you, but, you always surprise him, "a monster? can you genuinely call me such a thing after all I've done for you?"

when you nodded, dottore stifled his third sigh and brought you along with him, despite all of your arguing and fighting. "(y/n), you're hurt. let me clean those wounds of yours. since you cannot accept my forgiveness and let this go, we'll have a talk tomorrow."

dottore cared for you, of course, he did.

he realized just how much he cared for you-- just how much he needed you when he felt his heart drop at the sight of you trying to leave.

he understood just then how much he'd hate it if you left him.

a/n: lowkey ooc...

PIERRO

escape was impossible.

with guards at your door, and all around pierro's manor, you couldn't escape.

but, when pierro found out that you had still tried to leave him-- attempting to walk right out the front door, dressed as if you had places to be, he was displeased.

he was immediately informed of this.

so, as you tried to open the gate that was locked, pierro approached you, "(y/n), where exactly are you going?" he asked, stopping to stand right behind you, "it's cold, and you aren't dressed for the weathers condition... ah, aren't you supposed to inform me of where it is you want to go before going?"

pierro knew exactly what you were doing but for you, he could play dumb. it was better than making you feel cornered and possibly upsetting you further.

he could change, he wasn't above it. after all, there weren't many things he wouldn't do for you.

he held his hand out for you, hoping you'd take it, hoping you wouldn't give him trouble-- not now, not when he was in such a generous mood.

you didn't take his hand, no, you weren't even looking at him as you said, "I'd like to go... I want to stay with my family."

your family? pierro felt his eyes twitch-- he wouldn't allow himself to be seen as the jealous type, no, pierro instead nodded his head slowly, "why don't we go back in? it's terribly cold tonight, is it not?" he'd tried to change the subject, try to ease you back into the house without an argument.

"no, uh... I've got a ride. i just need the gate to open."

pierro saw and understood what you were feeling perfectly-- desperation. "we can talk about this tomorrow, no? it's late, (y/n), im not particularly in the mood to be standing out in the cold while you talk about leaving me."

"pierro- im leaving... I'll send you letters and I-I'll even come to visit," you offered, taking a step towards the gate, looking at the lock, that stopped you from leaving.

"no, no, (y/n), you aren't leaving, at any point. how ever you feel, I'm sure you'd feel better if you spoke to me about how you feel-"

"i want to leave because i dont want to raise my child with you."

first, you cut him off, and now you say this? "you're being very rude-- now, we're going back inside. do not argue with me," pierro took your hand into his and began to guide you back toward the manor.

"no! let go, stop it!" you would drag your feet, crying and arguing, "I don't want to be here! not with you! st-stop it! let me go!"

it saddened him, truly, to hear you cry and beg so desperately, but those words rolled off of him. he didn't care at the moment; he just needed to get you back into the manor, and whatever happened after didn't matter.

he'd have a talk with the guards too.

"You're so evil! let me go-! let me be!" you'd argued, dragging your feet, attempting to make things harder for him, "i refuse to have a child with a monster like you!!"

you couldn't imagine raising a child in this environment, in the fatui...

pierro stilled, glancing back at you, his grip on your hand tightened-- then immediately loosened, "you're testing my patience, (y/n). please, just come inside with me. we can talk about this inside."

because there were fewer places to run inside.

(y/n), you truly are a work of art, pierro mused, as he dragged you along, well, he attempted to be gentle but you were making it hard for him.

but since it was you, he'd do anything, even tolerate your rude behavior, since you were his woman and his alone.

CHILDE

when childe found you, whenever that was, there was no telling what could happen or what he'd do. he loved you, that much was obvious but he was an impulsive guy.

maybe he'd take off his coat and put it over you-- you'd like that, wouldn't you? or maybe, just maybe, he'd hug you out in the blistering cold until he felt good enough to release you... which would be near to never.

or maybe he'd react in anger. again, he loved you, it was inconsiderate, rude even, to leave him while you were pregnant with his child. didn't you promise to start a family with you? (he misheard you. you said you didn't want to start a family with him.)

he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him, no. he was better than that-- he was raised better than that. yeah, he was raised better than that.

childe raised his hand and wiped at the tip of his nose, he was cold. he couldn't image how you'd be feeling right now.

that was all more the reason to find you as soon as possible!

he took this journey alone. he thought it would be somewhat intimate if he found you on his own, it would be manly too-- you'd think he's the type of man you want to raise children with... that's what he thought anyway.

you got a bit of a head start on him, he had just gotten back to snezhnaya when he was informed that you had run off a few hours before he'd gotten back.

oh, he was worried. real worried.

he forgot everything he was planning to do-- eat, change into something warmer, brush his hair, those sorts of things, he forgot all about. you were more important!

before running off, you were staying with his family. it was probably easy for you to leave, just say you're going for a walk and never come back, since his family didn't exactly know all about your relationship with him and how he sorta smuggled you into snezhnaya.

he got home and followed after your footprints for a good while. the sun was setting, and it was only getting colder; at this point, you were probably regretting leaving him and wished to be at home in his arms-- that was just an assumption, of course.

when he finally saw you, in a thin dress and coat, stumbling up a snowy hill, he smiled. (y/n)! its (y/n)!

oh, he felt so relieved to see you!

running past all the bushes and trees in his way, he ran straight into you, hugging you tightly from behind, his hands on your pregnant belly.

"are you hurt anywhere?" that was the first question he asked as he turned you to face him, patting his hands over your arms, checking for any signs of blood on your or your clothes.

he leaned in once again, hugging you after being sure you weren't injured, and his second question, asked in a muffled voice by your ear, was, "What'd ya go running off for?"

"because I don't want to have a child with you."

huh, it seemed childe couldn't hear all of a sudden, as he released you from the hug and slipped his coat off, tossing it over your shoulders, "bet you're cold, huh? now, what'd you say?"

"i do not want to have a child with you."

again, it went through one ear and out the other for childe. he wasn't hearing things right, he couldn't be, could he? "huh? what was that?" his eyebrows raised, and he leaned closer, gesturing for you to repeat yourself once more.

now annoyed, you leaned closer, saying, "I'm leaving you because i dont want to have a child with someone like you."

he straightened his posture, backing away with a less-than-happy expression-- he looked defeated. so, he was hearing things right, huh...

"we gotta see it through... y'know that, right?" still holding your hand, his grip loosened. childe had never felt quite so... sad? angry? betrayed? before.

"no, we don't. I want to go back home, I'll see it through with my famil-"

"we are family," quickly cutting you off, he corrected you, his fingers tensed around your hand, "I'm your family-- everyone back at home is your family. we're your family so why are you trying to leave us?"

he bit at his bottom lip as a means of stopping it from quivering but you could see the tears in his eyes.

"are you kidding me? you forced me to be here with you! you think i came here willingly or someth-"

"you promised me we'd make a family together! you said it yourself, so, why're you acting like you hate me?" his hold on your hand tightened, and he leaned closer to you.

he was desperate-- he didn't want to hear this! not from you, not from anyone he loved, but especially not from you because he didn't just love you; he loved you.

attempting to tug your hand away from him, you shook your head, "I never said that, ever. let go of me- i wouldn't... i refuse to raise my child with someone like you!"

everything he thought knew and believed came crumbling down around him, " oh, well... i don't care," he replied-- he had abandoned his feelings for you, for now at least, he just needed to get you home without harming you, "I love you and... I guess, sometimes that's all that matters."

you could figure it out later-- you could learn to love him later but he loved you now and couldn't let you go so easily.

[6toru]

hi! I would be down and to see you write something with Dr. Ratio or Boothill. I was thinking something like hate s£x or dub con. Everything is fine...Have a great day tough either way <3

*ੈ✩ ����𝐀𝐆𝐒. boothill x fem!reader, smut (mdni), cyborg fucking (his cöck is real tho), hate fucking, public sex, rough sex, pussy slapping, squirting, degradation (reader gets called whore & slut), explicit language / dirty talk *ੈ✩ 𝐖𝐂. 1.7k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. thank u for the request anon! please enjoy <3

Now, he knows pretty damn well how strong of a word 'hate' is, and he's pretty damn sure you're the epitome of the one thing he hates — that was the fucking Interastal Peace Corporation. Mission after mission, as if fate is against him, he always manages to cross paths with you; staring up at him teasingly with that coy fucking smile — coming up to him for one reason, and one reason only. He's honestly surprised as to how persistent you are despite his constant circumvents from the IPC's interventions.

"𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋, Boothill." You chime the cowboy's name, making fearless strides towards the cyborg with a piece of paper in your fists, and the other IPC staffs follow suit. Luckily, with his sharp vision, he caught wind of what the contents were in said paper, and of-fucking-course it had to be his wanted poster.

"The hell do you motherfuckers want?" The galactic cowboy raises an eyebrow, staring down at you with a look of scorn plastered across his face.

You tap the wanted poster lightly across his metallic chest, giving him the same coy smile that he's grown to hate. Right, hate. He fucking hates how dry his mouth gets whenever you pull this sort of shit. Just what exactly did you do to tamper with his system? Though, he decides to shrug those useless thoughts off his brain, as he stares down at you with a pointed look in his eyes, and a dry, disinterested chuckle escapes his lips.

"You know what I'm holding in my hand, right? Turns out, you're now wanted for deliberate acts of sabotage against IPC facilities and posing a serious threat to universal public property safety. Got anything to say to that?"

"The IPC deserves all the shit that's coming to 'em," replies Boothill, sparing you a toothy smile laced with venom all whilst adjusting his cowboy hat. You continue to stand your ground, raising an eyebrow towards the male.

"You're wanted," you firmly state, shrugging your shoulders. "Whether you like it or not, you're coming with us. I let it slide multiple times before, but the higher ups are getting rather impatient."

"Give the fuck up, Sapphire or whatever the fuck gem you are. I ain't going anywhere with you IPC shits." The silver-haired man retorts, "I didn't go with you then, and I ain't going with you now."

"If ya keep persisting..." He digs a hand inside his pocket, slowly drawing out his gun. "Then, I challenge ya to a duel. if I win, you gotta let me go again. how's that sound?"

Immediately, your henchmen draws out their weapons. You raise a hand up, signalling the men to lower their weapons. Heaving a sigh of chagrin, you roll your eyes. Crossing your arms, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "Fine, Cowboy. I'll entertain you one last time."

"If fighting's what you really want, then let's duel." You say, drawing out your weapon. "Though, don't blame me for what's about to come next. I won't go easy on you this time."

The exact words you had uttered are immediately shoved back down your throat when you find yourself pressed against the cool, brick walls along the isolated alleyway; both your weapons are splayed across the concrete, and your little mewls of wanton are muffled by the surprisingly soft plush of his lips. He bites down your lips softly, though it's enough to draw a small amount of blood due to his sharp canines.

"Hey, hey. Don't you care about your little henchmen hearing those dirty noises you're makin' right now, sweetheart?" Comments Boothill, and it's almost as if he's sneering at you – only, if it isn't for the way your walls clench around him so deliciously; making him nearly just as fucked out as you are.

Each rock of his hips sends you closer, and closer to cloud nine. You didn't know exactly how your due transitioned into fucking, but you're too fucked out to even care. The lines between that of hatred and arousal has long since been blurred.

He's supposed to hate you. For god's sake, you're part of the corporate he fucking despises — the very same corporate that reignited his need for revenge and destruction; the very reason as to why he became the way he is now. You're in the fuckin' IPC, but for fuck's sake! But, there's simply no denying that he's getting immensely high off of your pussy, and he can't bring himself to stop. Oh, how he loves the way he can easily wipe that coy smile off your face, only for it to be replaced with that of desperation and pure ecstasy.

"O-Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... Ah! Y-You're so f-fucking deep!" You stammer out, and when he resumes his relentless pace — your lips immediately latch onto his neck, biting at the cool metal plate that coats his flesh. If he continues to fuck you at this pace, you're convinced he's going to destroy you. With the way he's fucking you, it's beyond human.

"Where'd all that venom of yours go? Hm?" Boothill hums against your lips, swiping his tongue along the outlines of your lips; coating his tongue in crimson. "Ya told me moments before you wouldn't go easy on me. Be honest, you wanted this all this time."

With one strong thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, and your body jolts forward. A sharp, pathetic yelp escapes your lips as your hands immediately reach towards his shoulders for support. Albeit, as pathetic as you appear beneath his larger frame, shocks of arousal travels straight down to his cock, so much that it almost becomes sore. It almost makes him want to fuck you with thrice the fervour.

A shit-eating grin begins to tug at the corners of his lips, and maybe you would have smacked it off if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s fucking the living shit out of you.

"You dirty fuckin' slut," hisses the male in between staggered thrusts, "can't even deny it too, huh? Hah— Wonder what your higher ups are goin' to think once they realize that their little IPC agent is nothin' more than a cock hungry slut for the wanted guy on the poster."

"Mm — Fuck, fuck. Ngh." You're barely coherent with your words, the climb to your release is inching closer, and closer.

A sharp sting emanates from your swollen cunt, and Boothill repeats the motion once more — placing light, yet firm smacks across your sensitive clit all whilst thrusting his cock inside yours like he's a fucking madman. He clenches his jaw, his brows furrowed as he relishes in the way your pussy squeezes on his cock like a vice.

"Answer me, slut." He orders, his warm breath fanning over your neck as he licks a long strip along your collarbone to your jaw. Without thinking, you lean your head back, giving the cyborg male more access to the spot. Waves of pleasure hits you like a truck when you reach your high for the second time, your juices spraying all over his cock and abdomen along with a shaky moan that slips past your lips.

"F-Fuck you," you manage to gasp out, sending him a death glare following his cruel ministrations. "Y-You... Mmh– You're so fuckin' mean..! Ah!"

"You're sayin' all that, but your pussy's beggin' me to stay." He rasps, his low, baritone voice hitching at every thrust he ruts into you; the little groans that falls past his lips effortlessly inches you closer and closer to your release, and the volume of your moans merely increases.

"Shiiiit," the word rolls down his tongue, his mouth hung open as he revels in the lewd sight before him. "You love bein' fucked by a cyborg man that bad, hm?"

Clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows, the male hoists you up in the air in one swift movement; anchoring your legs with his herculean arms, and when he thrusts his hips back into yours, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable squeak to fall past your lips. You didn't expect him to reach deeper, but he fully surpasses your expectations. Trembling beneath his touches, you swear you're this close to coming for the third time.

"Admit it, sweetheart. You lost." Boothill hums, though his breathing remains hitched – perhaps, even more so with each thrust he plummets into you.

"Shut up," you retort, and a small moan follows, and you fail to realize the small beads of saliva trailing down your lips; viscous like honey. "T-This wasn't... Mmm... part of the duel."

Shit. The sight's enough to get his dick twitching, growing more and more desperate for release.

"Ya do realize how slutty and pathetic you're lookin' like right now?" He huffs out, a guttural chuckle rumbles from his throat. "Besides – Hah, fuck. You think you can still fight right after I'm done with you?"

You bite your lip at his words, "What if I don't wanna?"

"Say it," orders Boothill, "admit I won, and I'll give you exactly what you've always wanted. If not, I'm gonna leave you high and dry, and I have no problem doin' that."

He eventually slows down with his pace, and his eyes slowly trail down your face; relishing in the way your face scrunches in pure ecstasy, your lips quivering as you attempt to mask your strong dismay at his words.

"You asshole..."

Your fingers travel up towards the back of his scalp, running your digits through his silver locks before giving them a harsh tug; eliciting a harsh hiss from your supposed nemesis. "The fuck was that for—?"

"D-Don't you dare fucking stop, Boothill." You hiss at him, cutting him off. It almost sounds pathetic, nearly coming off as a sob as you desperately rock your hips closer to his. Tears are stinging at the corners of your eyes as you begin to ramble off. "Fine, you fuckin' win! I don't care anymore, just make me come!"

Despite being stuffed full with his dick, you're still aching for more. Boothill nearly cums at the sight, but with the little self-control that remains within him, he relents.

"What about the higher ups?" He teases you, his warm breath fanning over your ears before he begins to nibble on the skin with his sharp canines. "Didn't you say they were... rather impatient?"

"I'll..." You try to utter, but another moan threatens to slip past your lips and you gulp, breathing shakily. "Mmm... I'll tell them to be more patient."

"Good girl," he praises you, digging his fingers deeper into the plush of your ass, "just exactly what I wanted to fuckin' hear."

"Fuck," you sob, "Just fuckin' give it to me, 'm so, so close. Please."

"Oh, don't you worry." Boothill hums at you, grinning. "I'll reward you generously."

© 6TORU do not copy, repost, or translate my works on any platform.

[valiantstarlights]

Which Hob Gadling Are You? Quiz

Instructions: Get a pen and paper (or open your notes app) to keep track of your answers and scores. Select one response and add +1 to your tally. At the end, the letter with the most number of tally marks is your result. There are 8 possible results, as there are 8 versions of Hob. Enjoy! 😊✨

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1.) How well do you flirt?

Not sure. There's no one to flirt with. (A)

Fucking terrible. (G)

Not trying, not interested. (E)

Somewhat of a disaster, but I'd like to think there's hope for me. (B)

Not sure. I think I'm decent at it, but... (C)

I'm often not sure if I'm being flirted with, but if the person is my type, then I'll do my best to flirt back! (H)

I know what I'm doing, and hopefully it's my date tonight. ;) (F)

Honestly? I'm at a point in my life where I don't care if I'm good at flirting or not. (D)

2.) How much do you wanna fuck/get fucked by your date?

0% - Not right now. I have other priorities. (E)

25% - I'm not actively thinking about it, but if they're interested, then I'm game. (B and D)

50% - Why not? My date is super hot and I'm very interested in them. But if they're not in the mood, then that's fine, too. (H and C)

75% - Look, I'm making an Effort here. It would be nice if my date could show some interest. (G and A)

100% - OH HECK YEAH (F)

3.) Finish the sentence: "How..."

did you know that I'd still be here? (B)

long should I wait? (A)

did you know my name? (H)

wonderful to see you again. (D)

the hell did I fuck that up? (C)

rude! (G)

do you want me? ;) (F)

much longer until my order gets here? (E)

4.) Pick one word from the list:

Life (E)

Patience (A)

Change (F)

Courage (H)

Wonder (B)

Contentment (D)

Friendship (C)

Prosperity (G)

5.) Do you hate Shakespeare?

Ugh. Do we have to talk about him? I have more important things to worry about. (E)

I'm so glad you asked. Here, make yourself comfortable. I have a 6 hour presentation on why he sucks. (D)

I'd rather read a phonebook. (A)

I don't know who that is. (B)

(sighs) If I say no, will you leave me alone? (C)

THAT FUCKING BASTARD (G)

I watched one of his plays. Still think he's overrated, though. (F)

What's a shake spear? Is that a weapon or something? (H)

6.) How likely are you to say stupid shit?

Everything I say is stupid shit. (G)

Only when I'm drunk. (H)

I have no filter, so... (B)

I'd like to think I have learned not to be so careless. (E)

Fuck! I thought I had it! Apparently not. Gods motherfuck I'm never speaking again. (C)

I'm trying, okay? I really am. (F)

I said stupid shit once and I regret it until now. (A)

Very likely. Just wait and see. Any second now. (D)

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YES OR NO QUESTIONS: If your answer is yes, +1 to the letter indicated.

7.) Do you believe in love at first sight? (H)

8.) Do you get excited over things/topics that others consider boring? (B)

9.) Are you content with the life you have right now? (G)

10.) Do you still feel hopeful, despite the horrors? (E)

11.) Are you always DTF (Down To Fight)? (F)

12.) Have you ever fallen in love with a friend? (C)

13.) Would you wait/Have you waited for hours for your friend/s to arrive? (A)

14.) Are you willing to wait however long it takes for the love of your life to appear in your life? (D)

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15.) BONUS: Which is your favorite Hob?

1389 (H)

1489 (B)

1589 (G)

1689 (E)

1789 (F)

1889 (C)

1989 (A)

2022 (D)

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RESULTS:

Mostly A's = 1989 Hob

Mostly B's = 1489 Hob

Mostly C's = 1889 Hob

Mostly D's = 2022 Hob

Mostly E's = 1689 Hob

Mostly F's = 1789 Hob

Mostly G's = 1589 Hob

Mostly H's = 1389 Hob

[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ just a human ❞

⟶ neteyam x fem!human!reader

⟶ he should've never fallen for a human

⟶ cw. rough drabble ⭒ headcanons ⭒ jealousy ⭒ angsty ⭒ aged up ⭒ BREAKUP ⭒ interspecies relationship ⭒ alien x human ⭒ established situation-ship

⟶ note. i've never tried to write something like this before, but i was feelin angsty. lmk what you think, i dont really know what style this is but i guess its a drabble/hc kinda thing?? it's fun! not edited or anything really

⭒ it wasn't obvious when things started to change, but slowly it became more and more noticeable the way you were being treated.

⭒ he'd leave early in the day before you'd even wake up, when he'd come back he'd say that he was in a rush and didn't think.

"i didn't mean to okay?" he said, bluntly. he moves past you rather quickly. "you wouldn't have been up yet, anyway."

your eyebrows are stitched together, feeling that odd feeling inside your chest as if something was wrong. it felt like a bad time to press matters, even if it hurts to keep those feelings in.

"you could've still asked, i would've gone with you."

neteyam sighs, putting away his bow. his eyes can't meet yours, darting anywhere but at them. "yea, i know."

⭒ you can't pinpoint the reason for his coldness. inside the lab, everyone could feel it. you weren't good at hiding your feelings but neither was he.

⭒ kiri likes to visit her mom, bring lo'ak and neteyam who's body stiffens the seconds he sees you. it wasn't just him though, they all seemed to be acting differently. only kiri remained truly nice to you.

"hey!" kiri waves her hand at you as if there wasn't a huge chill in the room from the tension.

you smiled at her from your desk, continuing with your daily reports without uttering a word.

⭒ neteyam can't keep his feelings off his face, it was obvious. his coldness was within reason, it was out of his control even if he hates it.

⭒ it hurts him to see you that way. alone most of the day, no one really your age since you were closer in range with them. most were far beyond adulthood and nothing much to really talk to about.

⭒ you were the closest to kiri, and well kiri couldn't help it but talk to you. he notices the way you've been avoiding her now, because of him.

⭒ it wasn't until the day that neteyam noticed you weren't in the lab, that his heart leaps and feels that surging feeling of impending doom.

"she went out in the morning," one of the lab guys said. neteyam rushes to your desk, the same one you've always sat at and looks through piles of sticky notes and journals. his large hands practically destroying everything in it's path.

a gasp from behind him was heard, "what are you doing neteyam, she's going to be so pissed you decided to ruin her stuff."

kiri didn't seem to feel that awful gut feeling he felt. he turns to her with a frantic look on his face, finally looking over at the monitor to find a sticky note with your small handwriting, 'out for the day, i think it's hunting season but don't worry, i'll be back later.'

"she's not stupid," kiri said, following her brother as he gathers his weapons and ionar. he was on a mission, his lips are in the tight line.

neteyam shakes his head, going towards the edge of the cliffs where his ikran rests, "i know, but right now she's really stupid–she knows it's hunting season why would she go?"

"i'm sure she's fine."

⭒ you were indeed fine. but neteyam was not.

⭒ neteyam rushes off his ikran with a mission. angry rushes through his bones as he pushes himself through the vegetation to spot you with a boy, a na'vi boy.

"what are you doing?"

you seemed unphased by him. not even bothering to reply. this seemed to make his blood boil by the second. the na'vi boy looks awkwardly been the two of you.

"and what are you doing here?"

the na'vi boy stutters, unable to say a word to the first born son of the clan leader.

your voice was flat, lacking emotion, "he gave me a ride." you get up off the ground, hands filled with bags of random plants and rocks.

⭒ he's never been so annoyed. he didn't think he'd get jealous easily, he thought things like this wouldn't bother him.

⭒ lo'ak always bothered him, pointing out his mood which doesn't make it any better.

"just talk to her man, she'll hate you forever if you don't."

⭒ he did. he talked to you, he stood there. the boy you liked, stands there telling you how he couldn't be with you. he was scared, of his feelings and what others would think.

you scoff, angrily you shoved him. pointing at him, "you of all people, i didn't think would care so much of what people think."

"i don't, i–look, my mother doesn't like humans, she hates spider–he's like my brother and she never sees him," he explains. feeling the moisture in his eyes gather, he wipes them off quickly. his eyes trail the ground at your feet.

you look away, "so it's your mom?"

"it's everyone," he kicks the ground, "i should've never fallen for a human."

"is that what you see us as?"

his eyebrows are stitched together, unable to form words as his mind is frazzled.

"aliens, i am just a human to you–not anything more." it hurts, it really does.

⭒ it was then that you listed the possibilities of what was wrong with you. what didn't you have that he wanted. you didn't want to believe that he would let that affect him, what others think or see.

⭒ he's lying to himself, he kicks himself after being reminded of how much of a skxawng he was.

⭒ tuk found out what he did, she was really angry. she really liked you, you always took her places with you. everytime she'd see neteyam she'd hiss at him.

"hah, she hates you," kiri sings. she's also not his biggest fan after finding out from the source how much of his asshole her brother was.

⭒ it was then, they needed to leave. to save the tribe–to save everyone. neteyam and his family had to leave.

⭒ the weather was awful that day, as if even eywa knew. he's completely covered in rainwater, head to toe trying to find you.

⭒ you're saying bye to kiri and tuk.

"you're not coming?" it was the first words he'd spoken to you since, almost a month ago. it wasn't like he didn't try, his mouth always tried to say something but the moment you'd spot him–felt his energy, you were gone, avoiding him like the plague.

kiri took tuk away, knowing that this was about to get dirty. you shrugged, watching the way the water fell from his pretty face after not really getting a look at him all this time, "what do you mean?"

"since you're saying bye, i assume you know–but you're not going with us? but you're my fa–"

an ironic laugh leaves your lips, interrupting him, "i'm just a human, neteyam, i know my place."

⭒ neteyam never had felt heartbreak before, not before today. irony, your heart broke a month ago. he'd not only lost his home, but he lost...his true home.

end note. if you made it this far I HAVE A TAGLIST, if you wanna be tagged that is &lt;;3

© moongumi 2023. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

[sleepy-grav3]

Obsessions

More of a ramble, but it could be taken as a prompt. Closer to a headcanon though.

Tw: swears, bad lab safety, murder (Dan's human half)

So you guys know how Danny's obsessions is either space, protection, or both of them? Well if it had to do with protection, what happened with Dan?

Obsessions are more of a ghost thing. His humanity was killed with his human half? What if that wasn't it?

Protection is actually a much wider spectrum. It doesn't just have to do with protecting someone else, but also yourself.

Getting rid of Dan's human half got rid of his morality, his humanity, the hero in him.

What if it also mutated his Obsession?

A lot of people like to call his obsession violence, maybe even family for a select few. But I think it should be Safety.

Yes, safety is basically synonymous with protection, but there are differences apparently. I'm more focused on differentiating them though. It just helps separate Danny and Dan's obsessions from each other to avoid misunderstandings.

But point is- what if Dan's obsession is actually about protecting himself? What if his obsession is keeping himself safe?

When he got separated from his human half, it was because his human half wanted him gone. There must've been some underlying part of Ending him, killing him, really making sure he was gone. And Dan would know. He was just the same mind as the other half before the separation took place.

So to keep himself safe, to protect himself, he killed off his human half. He knew how smart they were. You can't live with scientists, modifying their inventions to become less lethal, without learning a thing or 2.

And then there was Vlad. He was strong. The human half of him was what made Danny so durable, as he was resistant to anti-ecto equipment thank to that. Which meant Dan was weaker now and Vlad could easily avenge that Danny or take control of Dan. That's not even mentioning that he was only half a being.

So he stole Plasmius and fused, overpowering the other. Then becoming Dan and all that.

But then the whole world was still against him, with the GIW and all that (I don't know if they were introduced by then, but let's just imagine they were). They were a threat. The people hating him could all grow a pair and make weapons if they tried hard enough, so they were a threat.

So he killed them.

Then the time shenanigans came in and he met his younger self. That would obviously mess with reality somehow. Enough that he'd disappear. So he went to save himself by trying to make the same events happen to Danny.

It would make sense. So yeah. Dan's obsession is Safety in my opinion.

Maybe in a redemption arc, he protects his family (he won't admit that he thinks of them like that) because it'll affect his mental and emotional heal. He's trying to save himself from heartache of losing someone else.

Did you think that was it? Hell no. Let's continue with Vlad.

I bet his obsession is family. Obvious enough, but yeah. He considers Danny his son, Maddie his wife. No idea why he ignores Jazz despite her looking much more similar to Maddie than Danny.

Like- yeah, Danny is the one with ghost powers. But Jazz has the looks, specifically the hair. idk, I feel like he should obsess more for her.

"She has my eyes" not really "and Maddie's hair" yep.

That type of thing. He's delusional enough in the show.

Then there's Elle/Ellie/Dani. Obvious and agreed upon enough: Freedom.

But what about Jazz?

What if she became a halfa or considered liminal enough for an honorary obsession?

I'd think hers would be stability. She wants everyone to be ok, normal, and she's canonically a control freak. Sure, hers could be control, but I feel like she isn't much in the controlling thing.

Psychology, for example, is seeking stability and recovery. Recovery doesn't work much because I don't see her fretting over paper cuts or anything like that. But I bet she wants a break for everyone. and everything would be fine if everything went the same. Was normal. Was stable and not out of control like a government branch trying to commit war crimes and mass genocide.

This could probably be put differently. Maybe a different word, but I feel like this fits? Idk, maybe I'm not explaining this right, but this is technically a ramble.

Oh! And this makes sense if Jazz is the halfa. "I'll make sure everything stays the same" Everything becomes stable. There's still a problem, but as long as it's dealt with accordingly, it's ok.

Completely off topic, but there's this artist that draws Jazz as Jazz Phantom with blue hair and I think an orange headband and she's SO pretty like that. I almost want to get back into art to draw fanart with that now stuck in my head. She's just so PRETTY! she's pretty as a human too but- just- I love the blue hair. I love the idea in general. Made me get to the point of actively simping for Jazz and not just being a fan-

Anyway!

Jazz's obsession is stability.

and the Fenton Parents are just plain crazy. They have stuff to block out ectoplasm, right?

They still show skin. They still breathe in air with ambient ectoplasm in it.

What the fuck is their obsession called? Is it shared? Is it the same?

Are their kids part of it?

I'm not sure. Oh shit-

What the fuck would their obsessions be???

Just ghosts?

It could be but it could be more.

It could be so much more.

I bet Wes was hanging around Danny so much that he became liminal enough to get an honorary obsession. Sam and Tuck too.

Wes - Exposing the Truth

Sam - Save the Earth

Tuck - Technology

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Fic request where Gingerbrave is a beast cookie and had an ordinary look of a normal cookie but just started to get his wings, (is of a seraphim’s), slit pupils, powers (massive strength and ability to set ablaze blue flame out of his weapon of choice), dragon like tail and then his soul jam (looks like the kingdom emblem). And as soon as Gingerbrave got his slit pupils, everyone started attacking and he fled. He was then picked up by the beast cookies (they all awake up at this point). And yes, his transformation was painful.

This kinda makes me think of my au I'm still working on. Anyways, one beast Gingerbrave fic coming up

Broken Beast

It had been only a few days since Gingerbrave started staying with the beasts. Part of him wasn't sure how to feel about it. After he was attacked by the cookies he tried to help, after he was saved by the beasts he tried to defeat, after everything, he didn't know what to feel. Because there was so much he could feel right now. He can't stop thinking of how it all happened. Of how everything fell apart for him. One second he was with his friends, the next he was in servere pain, then he was fleeing from angry and terrified cookies. Then it all ended with being saved by the most dangerous cookies he knew.

He also remembers Strawberry cookie and Wizard cookies faces. The terror and fear in their eyes. The worry. Were they scared of him?... If they were, why did they try to help him? Why did they try to by him time by holding back the attackers? Did they really still care about him despite him being a Beast? Why did they take such a big risk to protect him when he became something they feared? Why.... Why?-

His thought s were cut short when another surge of pain ran through his body, caused him to wince in pain and curl up. Everything hurt. His back from the newly sprouted wings, and so did his lower back from the tail. His eyes, although functioning perfectly fine, hurt a lot as well. Whether he opened or closed them, it was still painful, even if it had simmered down a bit from when it first happened. He took his soul jam and looked into it, millions of thoughts running through his mind all at once. What did it hold? Why did this happen? Was he ever gonna turn back to normal?

So many questions, yet little to no answers whatsoever. He looked at his candy cane on the floor. It changed shape a bit to where it kind of looked like a small scythe, the curved part flattened into the blade. Every time he picked it up it the blade would light up in blue flames and it caused him to drop it. He didn't know how to control it. He didn't know how to control anything in his life right now. This should've never happened in the first place. Why him? It's not fair. No cookie should experience this. What did he do to deserve this punishment? Once again, his thoughts and unanswered questions were cut off as another pulse of pain surged through his body once again. He hates this. Being all alone with no one to look to.

But he wasn't all alone. He felt a hand on his shoulder gently pull him into a side hug. Surprised, he looked up to see Mystic Flour cookie, who he was introduced to by Shadow Milk cookie. He wanted to protest, but he couldn't find it in himself to. Another presence joined him on his other side. He glanced at it to see it was Shadow Milk cookie himself. For a few moments, there was silence. It took a while before Mystic Flour cookie spoke up.

"It'll be ok. The pain subsides eventually."

"...It hurts... it hurts so badly..."

"I know."

She lets out a soft thoughtful sigh. It was surprising Shadow Milk cookie hadn't said anything yet, but maybe being comforting wasn't his strong suit... maybe...

"It's gonna keep hurting for some time to come, but it'll stop eventually. Nothing lasts forever, not even pain."

More silence. Gingerbrave felt himself involuntarily leaning into her hold for comfort. The first bit of comfort he's felt since becoming a beast. Finally, Shadow Milk cookie added his own input.

"Y'know, little cookie, this won't be so bad. I mean, yeah, it surely ain't the best place on the stage, but it takes time to finally be able to find the right spot. It takes a lot of exploring and ya gotta improvise a bit. Stage life's a mess at first, believe me."

Gingerbrave looked up at him, for the first time seeing that he wasn't lying and most likely spoke from experience. It was in this moment he reminded himself that regardless of what these beasts had done, they too were sentient, capable of emotions other from sadistic pleasure. There was a time were they weren't Beasts. A time where they were the ones everyone looked up to and went to for aid. He knew himself that being the helpful one all the time was just as exhausting and emotionally draining. Sometimes, he'd never realize what a toll the adventures he and his friends had been affecting him until he was all alone, able to rest and go over what he just experienced. To realize that he and probably many cookies disregarded the fact that in the end of the day, the Beasts were also cookies kind of made him feel less hesitant around them.

"What's important about stage life is to never let anything ruin the show. Don't be a diva and quit because of one itty bitty inconvenience, oh no! Improvise, adjust. The show must go on, of course."

"...thanks... but, why are you being so nice to me?..."

"Well I dunno. Maybe cuz you're a beast? Regardless of the reason, I guess we all had a mutual agreement that we didn't feel like leaving you at the mercy of the cookie's. As far as I know, you didn't do anything. Is this... Sympathy? ew- it's revolting. Imma do it again."

Gingerbrave couldn't suppress a small smile forming on his face. It was a nice change, seeing the beasts not acting so mighty and being kind. Well, decently kind. They probably had little to no experience with comforting others, but it was a good start. This somewhat also served as a reminder to him that although his situation changed drastically, he could and would have to learn to make use of what he can. Make his situation better by letting walls down and allowing himself to know the beasts better. Because if he lived like this and hated them, he'd make things a living hell for both him and the beasts.

It started there. Living with the beasts was an interesting experience. And pretty chaotic, honestly speaking. Shadow Milk was... somewhat funny. He had a lot of dark humor. That, and he pranked Gingerbrave and overall all the other beasts as well. He was more like a big brother to Gingerbrave, the one who despite messing with him way too much, still cares about him.

Mystic Flour cookie was both like the older sister and mother to him. She was the one who brought him back down to earth and despite her apathetic personality, she knows what will and won't make him feel better. She's the one she looks up to, the one who can be caring but won't let him get away with stupid things.

Burning Spice cookie was VERY problematic. He was always trying to fight poor Gingerbrave, and if he was doing that he was trying to influence him to cause destruction. He was undeniably a mix between the fresh out of jail uncle and chaotic cousin. Overall, he wasn't that bad of a companion. He was fun to watch when he was throwing a tantrum like a child.

Eternal Sugar cookie was like the sleepy and lazy older sister who on rare occasion did something other than sleeping. She partially spoiled Gingerbrave by giving him sweets and insisting he should rest whenever she found him doing anything she found as too energy consuming.

Silent Salt was the mentor. He taught Gingerbrave the value of silence when in combat. How to defend himself. Sometimes silence was the strongest weapon one could wield in battle. He was overall pretty chill as well.

Gingerbrave learned that even the most evil beings had their own views and values of the world around. He grew to like the beasts. Despite this and knowing he won't return to normal, he could only wonder what his friends were doing and how they had been since he left.

[sandy-the-glader]

Hi I've never really done a request before so I'm not entirely sure I'm doing it right but I love your Adrian Chase work and I was wondering if you could do Vigilante x assassin reader. Like reader is secretly a current or former member of the league of assassin's and how would Adrian react to finding this out

Secrets

Character: Adrian Chase x ExAssasinFem!Reader

(Little bit of fanon Adrian tbh)

Type: Angst with some fluff at the end.

Length: 1.4k words

Summary: Adrian is going through a box of your guy's old stuff and comes across your old assassin suit. He asks about you and your past with crime and he just has one question. Why?

Trope: Established Relationship

A/N: Honestly you guys can make a request however you want and this was perfect. I'm a people pleaser so whatever works for you guys anyway I hope you like a one-shot more on the angsty side :) Ps I'm going to be taking a small break from requests (there are only two I've gotten) and finishing a few George Karim one-shots I started a while ago but have gotten caught up in requests since.

Adrian gripped the suit tightly in his large hands. What? He recognized the design and symbol almost immediately. His eyebrows knit together and with every passing second, he was more and more confused.

His sweet loving and caring girlfriend couldn't have been one of the most well-known assassins. One who he has tried to hunt down himself many times but every single time coming up short-handed. Someone he really used to hate until she disappeared for the better (that was his thoughts anyway) and was rarely mentioned again.

He had the day off and was just wanting to go through some old stuff and make space for other things he and his girlfriend needed to store away.

He really couldn't believe it though. You were always so positive and optimistic about everything he would have assumed murder would be the last thing you thought about. You honestly could say the same thing about him though.

He felt almost betrayed that you never brought this up in any conversation. Did you know who he was? How did you even feel dating a hero? He told you who he truly was a few weeks into dating so you would know what you were getting yourself into and you said it was fine you even loved the idea. The truth was that you felt protected from your past when you were with him but he had no way of knowing that.

The longer he held on to the suit the more he wondered. Was there more he didn't know about? Do you still do this in your free time?

He continued to dig through the box of your old things. Mask, weapons, more clothing, it was all there. All the proof he could need to confront you.

He stood from the spot he had been kneeling on the floor and took a large inhale. He needed a minute to really think about and understand what was going on.

-

Once you got home Adrian set your suit on the bed and walked to the door to finally get some answers he had been craving for all day. The door made small clicking sounds as you unlocked the door. Finally, the door swung open revealing a tired and smiling Y/n.

"Hi Adrian!" You smiled, hugging him as soon as you stepped through the doorway. He slowly wrapped his long arms around you and greeted you with a quiet voice. "Man, I am tired." You said.

He was nervous. He didn't want to break up with you at all but he was confused about how and why you would get into any of this stuff. He had to snap himself out of his thoughts because he had realized you pulled away and now were explaining your mess of a day.

"- and she got me all these papers really late but they had to be in like a week ago." You explained setting your bag down on the couch and slipping your shoes off by the entrance.

"Hey baby?" He spoke nervously.

"Yeah honey, what's up?" you smiled looking up at her Adrian. His face is slightly pale and his eyes are wide. "Are you okay?" Your face softened as you inched closer to him. He stumbled back slightly and you were confused. Did I do something to him? You wondered scanning his facial features, trying to gather any information you possibly could.

You were good at reading people and you could obviously tell something had shocked him. You waited for Adrian's response. His eyes flickered throughout the room everything but your eyes.

"Adrian, what's wrong?" You questioned scared and concerned. You had rarely seen him like this before.

"Um yeah, I just have a question." He nodded trailing off to their shared bedroom. You shuffled through question after question in your head like Adrian had been doing all day. You slowly followed your boyfriend into their room and there you finally noticed your old suit. Everything came flooding back. You had no words at the moment. All of your thoughts had escaped and your head ran empty.

"Where did you find this?" You finally said swallowing thickly. You stared at Adrian with fear. Fear that you thought you had escaped a couple years ago.

"What is this?" He asked even though he knew very well what this piece of fabric meant. You sat next to the fabric and just looked at your hands that were placed in your lap. "Y/n." He said firmly but you could hear something else in his voice.

Fear.

"What is this?" He repeated with a shaky voice.

"I..." You tried to collect your thoughts. You didn't want him to be afraid of you. That's why you liked dating him. He liked you for who she had become not who you used to be. He was kind and showed patience with you and you could never repay him for that.

"I need you to explain. Is this why you never talk about anything from your past?" He spoke now with a firey tone. You looked up and saw his eyes shining with tears beneath his glasses. This is all because of me That thought alone made the truth fall from your lips.

"I used to be a villain." You said. "Obviously." Adrian sat down wanting to hear more of your words.

"Why?" Was the only word that left his lips.

"It was a very low point in my life. I was forced into it since I was a teen and I couldn't stop it. Until I ran away to Evergreen. I was forced into so many painful crimes." You didn't want to talk about this or even remember it for that matter but Adrian deserved to know. He opened up about his past and told you he was a damn superhero. "When I ran away to Evergreen it was to escape far away from those people who tried to make me someone I'm not. Never once did I want to hurt those innocent people. I've tried to forgive myself for what I did each day at a time but I've seen some things no one in a lifetime has seen." You suffered every day from those horrible memories.

"Did you know of me?" Adrian asked softly.

"Vigilante? Yes. Adrian Chase? No."

"Did me telling you that I was Vigilante change anything about our relationship?" His voice trembled. You couldn't blame him.

"No. I loved- no I love you for who you are. When I first met you at Fennel Feilds it was like a beam of hope shined down in my life finally and that was you. Your silly quirks and beautiful personality seemed to make my life better than it ever had been. You made me have something worth living and I really don't want to lose you, Adrian." You let a couple of tears drip down your cheeks but quickly wiped them away because in your head you shouldn't be the one crying about this it should be Adrian. Sure it was a tough patch in your life but you had kept this from Adrian since you met.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?" He spoke softly.

"I didn't want you to think any less of me." You held the suit in your hands and stared at it. "Finding out that you were a superhero that was after the villain who was me was scary. I love the way you see me. And I don't want you to think of me any differently but I understand that this must change something."

"I mean..." He trailed off. "I just wish you told me sooner. Y/n believe me I love you. I want to spend every moment with you and like that's a lot for me." Adrian showing his dork side again made a smile break out onto your face. "And since you are my girlfriend I might be able to let those things go. You said yourself you were forced into such awful things at a young age and no one should ever have to go through that. And It's not like you're doing any of this activity now right?" He questioned to make sure.

"No of course not."

"Good." He scooted closer to you and hugged you tightly. "I'm sorry you went through that though. You can go over it some other time but I can tell you need dinner."

"Thank you, Adrian. You know I was a little scared you might kill me." You admitted.

"Oh if I was only talking to you and not dating you I would have." He said bluntly.

"Oh my god." You chuckled.

"What? It's true and you know it is!" You shook your head and he looked at you lovingly and proud that you had the courage to share some things from your past. "Now come on I'm starving." He whined.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Give AGZSC + the Turks and Rufus periods. It’s for feminism Pumpkin, trust me. It has nothing to do with the fact that I’m on my period and I’m losing so much blood I see god

Choose Your Fighter - Period Edition

• Angeal makes no attempt at hiding his mood swings. He's all smiles one minute, the next he's crying over a plant in his office that's wilting, and the next he's enraged and screaming at Zack for breathing too loud. He's also the type to randomly yell out when a cramp hits. Scares everyone in his vicinity because everything is silent and then they'll hear "SON OF A BITCH OW FUCK"

• The only thing bigger than Zack's appetite on his period is his heart. He's crying because Cloud looks like a baby chocobo, he's sobbing because Sephiroth's eyes are like a kitty's, there are tears pouring down his cheeks because he loves everyone so much. He's also eating everything under the sun, including combinations that make no sense such as whipped cream on pizza.

*Zack eating his 37th donut and sobbing because he feels guilty for eating so much but at the same time he will not stop because he's on his period and in pain and deserves a treat but at the same time this is so unhealthy for him and he's clearly going to die early and everyone hates him*

• Genesis is indisposed and acts like he's on his death bed. You will commonly find Genesis in fetal position under a desk or decorating a couch. You will hear a groan that sounds like one of the planet's weapons has been awakened. Do not fear. It's Genesis. His moaning and lamenting over the pain he's feeling is comparable to the mating calls of a whale. If you touch him he screams. BUT if you don't give him attention and coddle him he will also scream.

Genesis: I'm dyING.

Sephiroth:

Genesis: I'm bleeding out and DYING.

Sephiroth:

Genesis: Will you mourn my death when I'm gone? How will you be able to cope with my loss? Have you made funeral arrangements yet? What is your plan??

Sephiroth: A vacation to Costa del Sol paid for by your credit card.

Genesis: Son of a—

• Cloud pretends everything is fine and he's not in pain when he is. He's seen hobbling and looking severely ill, but when asked how he's doing he refuses to acknowledge it.

Zack: You doing okay, Spike?

Cloud: Never better.

Zack: Really? Then what are you doing on the ground?

Cloud: Waiting for death to collect me.

• Sephiroth's anger during his period is comparable to all of humanity's rage concentrated into one person. Everything angers him. The lights are too bright, the weather is unacceptable, Genesis exists, his hair is too long. Sephiroth almost never swears, but when he does, it's guaranteed he's on his period bleeding out more blood than his body produces.

Zack: Good morning, Sephiroth!

Sephiroth: FUCK.

Zack: .....

• Reno is the type to complain to anyone was everyone who will listen about how miserable and in pain he is. He also beats himself up a lot because his emotions are all over the place, and everything seems 1000x worse than they actually are. But seriously he loves complaining, so much so that he becomes an unskippable cut scene whenever he has the chance.

Elena: Hey Reno.

Reno: It all started when I got my first period at age 12...

Elena:

Reno: I remember it well. It was a cold September afternoon. I returned from school, feeling the phantom pain settling in my....

• Tseng understands that healing from a period takes time and patience, so he takes care of himself. Tea, medicine at the right time, adequate showers, making sure not to complain to others so that they don't know he's ill, considering knocking himself out with a hammer so that he doesn't have to experience any of this, healthy food, telling Rufus "I'M FUCKING BLEEDING" when he demands to know why Tseng is laying in fetal position under his desk. Self care.

• Rufus: Whenever Rufus is on his period, he makes it Tseng's problem too. Tseng has to wheel him around in a wheelchair because he can't possibly walk, Tseng has to carry him out of bed, Tseng has to pick up cinnamon rolls from a very specific bakery in another continent or else Rufus can't sleep, pray for Tseng.

[tonberry-yoda]

Crush - Sanji

notes - sanji fic for the poll I did! I'm gonna be honest... I don't really like this one. But that's okay! It's cute, but idk, not my best work. nonetheless though, i hope you all like it at least! thanks for being patient and I cannot wait to do another poll!!! <3

word count - 1,449

You weren't around Sanji often. Your job on the boat was to help anyone who needed it - like helping Usopp make new weapons or helping Franky with fixing up bits of the boat - but Sanji seemed to always know what he was doing. You could cook, but you were no where near Sanji's level, who seemed to be doing more than fine in the kitchen. So because of that, you never saw Sanji often.

When you did though, you got the usual heart eyes and special treatment, but you always thought that he liked Nami more. He would swoon over her like there was no tomorrow, acting like she was royalty or something while you sat waiting for your food.

You could admit that Nami was pretty - really pretty actually. You honestly didn't blame Sanji for thinking she was the prettiest girl on the boat.

But even so, you still found yourself getting a little jealous whenever he would call Nami "his sweet" or "darling" and you never knew why.

Maybe it was because he was charming, talented, and stupidly gorgeous, or maybe it was because he gave you attention sometimes. Either way, you couldn't get him out of your head sometimes, even with the lack of him being around you.

"You seem a little distracted today," Franky said, taking off his welding mask and setting it down. "Everything alright, kiddo?"

You looked up at Franky and smiled. "I'm fine. Just a long day, that's all."

"Tell me about it," he chuckled. "The Sunny sure took a beating. Thanks for helping out by the way. You're always a great help."

"Of course, Franky, anytime."

You and Franky got back to working for a while, but it stopped abruptly as Franky set down all of his tools and crossed his arms at you.

"What?!" you giggled, setting down your tools as well.

"You're not telling me something." he said, a slight pout to his voice. "And I wanna know what it is."

"Look, it's nothing, Franky. And if it is something it's a stupid something that y/n feels stupid about."

"Tell me?" Franky said in a high pitched voice, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Franky you're such a dumbass... but fine, since I trust you. I'm just jealous of something, that's all."

"Jealous?" Franky said, tilting his head and pulling up a stool for the both of you. "Jealous of what?"

"You know Sanji, right?" You could feel yourself blushing already just thinking about him.

"I think I know every member of our crew quite well, y/n, so yeah, I know Sanji."

"Well..." You twiddled your thumbs and sharply exhaled. "He's the 'loverboy', we all know this. I guess I kinda... I kinda fell for his ass and get jealous whenever I hear him swooning over Robin or Nami. Especially Nami."

"I see. Why don't you tell Sanji all this?"

You felt your face heat up even more somehow. "T-Tell Sanji?! No way, Franky, are you nuts?!"

"Well how are things supposed to figure themselves out if you don't put in the work?"

You hated that Franky was right. You hated it so much.

And thanks to him, you ended up in front of Sanji's door, your hands shaking.

You knocked lightly at first, but realized he wouldn't be able to hear that at all. You tried louder, and waited patiently, hearing a bit of shuffling. There was no going back now and god you hated that feeling.

The door opened slightly and Sanji stuck his head out. It looked like he had just gotten through taking a nap as his hair was a mess and he was wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual suit.

"y/n?" He tilted his head and yawned.

"Hey, Sanji... can I come in?"

His face turned a light shade of pink and he turned back to look at his room. "Uh... gimme a sec let me get some pants on." He quickly shut the door and in no time it flew back open. "Come on in, y/n! I don't have many super comfortable spots in here, but uhh..." He walked to his closet and pulled out what looked like a lawn chair, setting it up nicely in the middle of the room. "There!"

You took a seat and looked around Sanji's room. It smelt like cigarettes, but not too bad, mostly cologne, to your surprise.

"Do you want a drink or anything? I could go make us some coffee if that's something you want, y/n."

"That sounds great, actually. Thanks, Sanji." You smiled at him and his eyes turned into little hearts as he lovingly sighed, walking out of the room and to the kitchen.

This was going to be way harder than you thought.

You sat and played with each of your fingers, noticing that your hands were still shaking. What if you didn't have the courage to do this? What if you were a coward after all?

"y/n!" Sanji exclaimed in his signature lovey-dovey voice, kicking the door open with his foot. "Here's your drink, my dear! And I brought snacks as well!" The door closed behind him as he pulled his nightstand over to be a makeshift table for the time being.

"Thank you, Sanji." you said with a smile, taking a long sip of your coffee, which was better than usual.

"Anytime, y/n." He took a sip of his own coffee and quickly set it down, his eyes locking with yours. "Alright, so is there something you needed, or did you just wanna be in my presence because either way I don't mind."

You laughed at that, your cheeks turning pink. Sanji was already swooning so much that a little drop of blood came out of his nose when you laughed.

"Both actually," you admitted. "Thanks for letting me in. Sorry if I woke you."

"Oh, it's fine. I don't wanna be sleeping all day like that damn moss head."

You giggled again out of both nervousness and of Sanji.

"So what was the thing you needed?" he asked, his stupid voice gone and tone now serious. "Because I think we already got the 'in Sanji's presence thing' outta the way." he chuckled.

"Well," you moved around the cup in your hand, watching the coffee swirl. What were you supposed to say? That you hated the way he looked at Nami? That more than anything you wish that you and Sanji could be together without having to worry about any other girl getting in the way?

"Sanji, I like you... Like a lot."

You both froze.

Shit.

Did you really just say that?

"You... what?" His voice was soft and you pulled your eyes away from him, looking down at the coffee in your hand.

"I," there was no turning back now. "I'm serious. I like you the way that you like every girl," you chuckled nervously. "I think you're a great guy You're talented and really damn pretty and.... I'm sick of you looking at Nami like that."

You looked up to see Sanji with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I-I'll stop. I'll stop looking at any girl like that, y/n. I like you too and-"

"I know, Sanji." you chuckled.

"No, listen to me. y/n, I would do anything for you."

"That's too much." You fake gagged and turned to Sanji with a smile.

"Sh-Shut up." he giggled.

"This coffee is really good, Sanji. Is there something different about it?"

"Oh, it's a new creamer, that's all. Nothing super special."

"Well, I like it."

"Me too. Makes it sweeter without so much sugar."

You hummed in response and took another sip. The two of you spent the rest of the time in his room just talking about random stuff that came to mind. You liked talking to Sanji like this and honestly, it was nice to hear him talk to you like you weren't just another girl he had a crush on.

"Well, thanks for the coffee, Sanji. And for listening to me." You stood up and set down your coffee on the table. "We should hang out like this more often."

"Of course. Feel free to come in anytime." He stood up as well, not knowing what to do. A hug would be appropriate, but he wasn't sure.

But you were sure, so you pulled him in for a hug, leaning against his chest. He hugged you back, but shortly after, you pulled away.

"I'll definitely be back, Sanji." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left him standing there with a bright red face.

"You better be." he giggled under his breath.

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[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Bastards

Series: Calamity Within | House of the Dragon

Pairing: (Jacaerys Velaryon x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!) (Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: slight bullying

| MASTERLIST |

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Once again it was time the King wanted Lilibet to come for a visit. After her last visit, she stayed for a good four months before going back home. This time Damon didn't mind as much since he was planning to go out and make deals.

Arriving this time, Ser Cole was going to help her to the Queens chambers but luckily Ser Strong approaches them saying Rhaenyra wanted to see her.

"I have direct orders from the Queen."

"I have direct orders from the Princess, who the King gave her permission." Harwin mentions so Lilibet steps closer to him.

Since the last time she was there Rhaenyra told Harwin everything that Lilibet said she heard before running away and that she knew the truth too. And for the remaining time she was there last time she avoided Criston Cole every second in hopes not to bring up him seeing her.

Lilibet quickly follows Harwin to Rhaenyra's chambers leaving Criston Cole alone, "Does the Princess really want to see me?" She asks him.

"The Princess doesn't know that you were coming to visit." He looks back at her.

"Thank you." She lets him know so he nods his head.

Entering the room before he could announce her arrival, Rhaenyra says her name excited since it's been two years since she was here last. "You're finally back. Come meet your new cousin. She smiles.

"What's his name?" Lilibet asks with a smile.

"Joffrey." Rhaenyra tells her.

"Laena is pregnant and is expecting soon." Lilibet tells the news.

"Really? What are you wanting a brother or another sister?" Rhaenyra asks her as she lets her hold the baby.

"I want a baby brother. Laena don't care what the babe will be. I think father would love a boy though." Lilibeth laughs, "I say such a thing because my father me training. I have a bow down very well but I'm working on the sword."

"Your father, my dear uncle, has you practicing with weapons for what?"

"To be able to protect myself. Which I'm fine with because there will be a time when I'll need to." Lilibet explains to her.

"Why don't you go find the King? I'm sure he'll want to see you. Giving the time he's probably watch the boys practice." Rhaenyra takes Joffrey back so Lilibet leaves the room going to find them.

The King was happy to see Lilibet arrived before talking to her and the hand about the boys practicing. Lilibet automatically could see Ser Cole was being biased towards the white hair boys compared to the dark hair boys.

When Harwin started talking to Cole it started a big tiff so Lilibet leaves her uncles side rushing down the steps as Ageon was overpowering Jace.

"Lilibet?" Aemond was surprised to see her as she took the wooden sword out of his hands going over to Aegon hitting the sword out of his hands as she swung hers taking them all by surprise.

Harwin then grabs Aegon moving him away from Jace and Lilibet as she helps him up, "You okay?" She asks him before Harwin and Cole start to fight because he pushes his buttons.

The kids are told to go off and Aegon grabs Lilibet's arm, "Are you insane? Striking your Prince?"

"You were going too far out there. Jace was down crawling away from you. You weren't going to stop so I stopped you." She explains to him as the two stood alone.

"Still striking your Prince. What when the time is right in the future you'll do the same to stop me from taking the throne."

Lilibet can't help but laugh at him, "What is this suddenly? You wanting the throne? Since I can remember, when we were closest, you hated the idea of it. You hated the thought of responsibilities. Now you want to be king?"

"I'm the first born son,"

She cuts him off, "Why does it have to be the son? Where is it written in the rules? Women can rule the seven kingdoms just as well. I stuck you in the yard so women can do anything." She leaves him alone.

When she rejoins Jace and Luke, Jace questions her about why she was so good at disarming Aegon. She tells him the same thing she told his mother about her father wanting her to know how to protect herself.

Lilibet has been staying in her chambers after hearing the Queen and King talking the other day after leaving a council meeting.

Alicent went on about how she would never marry her daughter off to one of Rhaenyra's plain featured sons. Then at least Lilibet had the Targaryen features and if any of her child were to marry, she'd gladly take her for either of her sons.

As she was reading, Jace enters her room alone, "Am I needed?" She puts her book down.

"I'm a bastard. Ser Harwin Strong is my real father." He tells her.

"Jace, I know." She tells him and he just stares at her, "I promised your mother I would never say a thing."

"You knew I was a bastard this whole time?"

Lilibet nods her head, "Did you know I'm also a bastard? Unlike you, I fortunately got my Targaryen genes from my father." She lets him know, "My mother and Father were had an affair. My father didn't even know I existed until my mother died and the King told him about me."

"You don't see me differently for being a bastard?"

"Of course not, Jacaerys. So what your father is Harwin Strong? He's well known and you get his strong features. I had to I'm sorry but I prefer you this way and no other way." She gives him a hug and he hugs her back.

Rhaenyra brings news to her children and Lilibet about how they were leaving for Dragonstone and she could join them or stay with the King. Lilibet of course decides to accompany them not wanting to stay in Kings Landing alone.

By the time they arrived they got a letter telling them of Laena's passing. Laenor was heartbroken by the news and Lilibet was as well. After all she saw her as a mother and she felt worst not being there with her sisters when their mother passed. She couldn't wait till she rejoins them to comfort them since she knew her father wouldn't be much help.

[generational-atrophy]

Can i req mafia dazai (that edgy one-eye dazai) with s/o that have ability to read mind? Dazai always want to touch s/o (to stop their ability ofc) but s/o always refuse as well. Maybe a little angst since dazai always ramble in his head about end his self and s/o is know it

(Port Mafia! Dazai x Reader) Telepathic S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N first bsd request i think? anyway yeahhhghgghgh men

Trigger Warning: Fem nicknames (Princess, pretty) other than that, none!

At first, he thinks your ability could be quite entertaining. Whenever he's around you, he tries to think of the most, abhorrent, disgusting things just to get a reaction. But once he's no longer amused, he becomes very uncomfortable.

He snickers as you stare at him, horrified, ”I know. Quite disgusting, isn't it? That was last week's body. Do you want to get out of my head or see the one before that? Because, spoilers, it was a kid. Real young, too.“

But if you're his work partner, he's good at coming up with situations that only your ability can solve. Soon enough, you'll be Dazai's little deadly rat weapon.

But other than that, it freaks him out. Being able to read his mind is just so... violating. His mind is a prison, a cell that he keeps tightly locked. He abhors revealing his true intentions and thoughts to anyone, and there you are! Being able to tell all of that, regardless of whether he wants you to or not. Ugh, he really, really doesn't like it.

Frankly, I have no idea how you two would start dating. Because well, one, Dazai's love language is majorly physical affection, and two, his mind is a nightmare hellscape. Good luck in there!

Outwardly, he'll act as if he doesn't care that you won't let him near. Of course, you know the truth though. He's incredibly bothered by it.

He'll often tease you about your aversion to his touch. He's very grabby when it comes to those he works with (and those he hates too, to be fair,) so he doesn't really know how to deal with you recoiling from him.

“I didn't think you were so sensitive, princess. But, tell me, don't you ever want your world to be truly quiet? I can give that to you, but only if you let me touch that pretty skin of yours…”

But really, he is desperate to hold you and hug you and kiss you- and well, a lot more than that. Which you know. Which he hates.

The more he starts actually falling in love with you, the less you'll see him. Knowing you know the truth scares him deeply. Sure, flirting is fine, but actual feelings? Which would make him vulnerable to you? He hates it. He doesn't mean to, but that often results in him lashing out.

“You know, you're really arrogant.  Sure, you can tell what I'm thinking in the moment, but you can't tell everything about a person from just that. You're no more powerful than anyone else here. Maybe you should take yourself down a peg before I do it for you.”

But once he gets used to it, he starts to favour it. He's not always great at communicating how he actually feels, and it's sometimes nice to skip the middle part.  He stops seeing it as a thing you can use against him, and more of a thing that keeps you two together. He's connected with you more than anyone else, and at the end of the day, that's all he wants.

[tvckerwash]

thoughts on wash's fighting style and his position in pfl because I can (utc because it's really long lol):

wash is very unique among the freelancers for a variety of reasons, one is that he doesn't specialize in one specific area of anything, he's a jack of all trades who is able to fill in for other freelancers if necessary. for example in s9 when york was supposed to be unavailable for lock picking/infiltration duty, carolina immediately went to wash (and we are ignoring that york is not shown to be good at lock picking!) if she trusted wash to fill in for their specialist in one area, I feel it's not a stretch to imagine that he can do so in other areas as well.

need a snipper but north and wyoming aren't available? wash can cover. need someone to get into the enemies' computer systems in place of ct, south, or york? wash can cover. need someone for stealth or reconnaissance in place of florida? wash can cover. etc etc.

wash's combat style reflects that jack of all trades, master of none thing very well too, as the way that he fights is very grounded and pragmatic when compared to the rest of the freelancers. a lot of people like to portray wash as less skilled than the other freelancers, but in truth I believe that wash being able to keep up and compete with the other freelancers despite his lack of dramatic flare is a show of just how competent and skilled of a soldier he is. wash is so good at doing what he does that he doesn't need all that extra bullshit to get the job done. sure, he might not look as Cool and SexyTM as the others while doing it, but completing the mission and surviving to live another day takes precedence over all else.

another way of looking at it is that wash fights in the same way that the odst's do, that is to say that he fights like a human who cannot plow his way through the battlefield in the same way the spartans can. wash's style of fighting is one that employs careful planning and targeted hit and run tactics—this is most obvious in recovery one and s6 whenever he's fighting against the meta.

I also feel it's important to note that wash is not a cqc fighter, he can handle himself if he gets into a cqc situations but his primary weapon is the battle rifle—which is a mid/long range weapon. if I'm being honest wash's way of fighting makes waaaaaaaaay more sense if you look at him not as someone who is trained to primarily fight against other humans, but as someone who is trained to fight against 8ft 2 ton aliens with plasma weapons that can slice through the hulls of UNSC battle cruisers (ships designed to travel through space!!!) like a hot knife cuts through butter and have the technology to raze entire planets to the ground in a matter of minutes.

I also personally believe that wash has the most military experience out of all the freelancers right behind florida, wyoming, and maine (who I hc as a spartan iii). we know that wash did his basic training in the leonis minoris system (a canonical halo system) and that system had two of the three planets glassed by the covenant in 2537, and wash directly references these events in the washed hands interview in the fan guide and the way he says it implies that he likely completed his basic training that same year. now I have some grievances with the timeline given in the book when it comes to the events depicted in the freelancer saga because it's just kinda weird, but everything prior to that bit is actually fine (though I hate the way that they decide to number the timeline lmao).

now in halo canon the human/covenant war ended in 2552, and according to the timeline in the rvb fan guide that was 1 year after alpha was sent to blood gulch. project freelancer is first cleared for funding 7 years BBG (before blood gulch), and recruits the 50 freelancers 5 years BBG. doing some math we can determine that pfl was cleared for funding in the year 2544, and the freelancers are recruited for pfl in 2546. so assuming wash finished his basic training in 2537 that would mean that he was in the military for 9 years before he joined pfl, and while wash is addressed as a corporal (e-4) in the washed hands interview he was most likely demoted to that after he was court martialed, and he was possibly going to be dishonorably discharged from the military because of his disorderly conduct.

using the current standards used by the us marine corps when it comes to rank progression, wash was most likely a sergeant (e-5) who was very close to being promoted to a staff sergeant (e-6). wash as a sergeant would've essentially been the assistant manager/co-leader of the platoon he was in while his staff sergeant was the manager/leader, and that would explain why he was able to even get into an argument with his CO in the first place. I believe wash held a similar position in pfl, as it's kind of implied that he did some management stuff in pfl (talking with internals/upper brass, him feeling comfortable with openly questioning carolina about whether york should be allowed on the sarcophagus heist, and of course he shows the ability to direct and somewhat lead south in recovery one, and him leading church, caboose, and the reds in s6, and him taking charge of the meta in s8).

even if wash wasn't a sergeant as a corporal he would've been in a position to be the leader of a fire team, so basically wash isn't some rookie who had no clue wtf he was doing as many in the fandom like to characterize him; he is an experienced and battle hardened soldier by the time he joins pfl no matter how you look at it.

to put all of that into context, carolina is born 29 years BBG, which would be 2522. so during pfl she's in the 24-28 range and she wouldn't have joined the military until 2540. I actually personally head canon that wash is the same age as carolina, but that he illegally enlisted at 15 because of a crappy home life, but ignoring my head canon and assuming that he joined the military at 18 instead, he would've been born in 2519.

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Bonus CG Story

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Also, feel free to ignore my random commentary.

Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with///

Days after the submission of the report on Jude and Ellis by members of the Crown -

Victor: You know why I called you two together, don't you?

Ellis: First assignment for Crown?

Victor: Yes! As expected of Ellis, your ability to understand is a perfect score of 100 points.

Jude: Whether or not I accept depends on the nature of the assignment, though.

Jude: Even if Her Majesty the Queen ordered me to do it, I wouldn't accept an assignment that would be to my detriment.

Jude: I will not kill people unconditionally at the behest of others unless the conditions are satisfactory.

Victor: Ha, I'm well aware that you are that type of person.

Victor: You can wait until you've been briefed before you decide if you're up to the task.

Victor: What about Ellis? Any conditions?

Ellis: My job is to shine shoes, so any mission is fine.

Ellis: If I'm going to kill them, I'd like to kill them at their happiest moment, but I don't think I can say that on a mission.

Ellis: My terms are..... I'd like to at least make sure they don’t suffer, how about it?

Victor: I see. I guess it's possible in some cases that Jude is NG but Ellis is OK. (He didn’t just say NG omg 😭✋🏻)

Victor: Although, I think you will both agree to it this time.

Ellis & Jude: ?

Victor: There was an ex-convict you were taking care of off duty who was trying to make a deal for those drugs, wasn't there?

Victor: His buddies have apparently been released and are plotting to re-offend.  I want you to lure them in and wipe them out.

Ellis: Hmm ..... I didn't know his friends were still around.

Jude: How do we wipe them out….

Victor: I don't care how you do it, as long as you prevent recidivism.

Jude: ……

Victor: Negotiations are concluded, right?

Jude: Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Ellis: I'm good too.

Victor: Good. Okay, then. 

Victor: Loyalty to your evil.

A plume of purple smoke rises from a corner of London Harbor.

Ellis: You should quit smoking. That's what Roger said too.

Jude: It's more convenient to smoke. Kids should shut up.

Ellis: You said you smoke to socialize with a lot of business partners who smoke, but right now you don’t have anyone to socialize with.

Jude: I didn't say I didn't smoke when they weren't around.

Ellis: Jude's "happiest day" is yet to come, and I hope you live a long life.

Suddenly, Ellis broke off.

Immediately after, several men with murderous, bloodshot eyes surrounded the two in the darkness. 

Jude: Why should I live longer for you?

Not caring that he was surrounded, Jude exhaled another cloud of purple smoke without even drawing his weapon. (He’s so badass.)

Ellis: Because, Jude, you hate breaking promises, don't you?

Ellis, still smiling, slowly pulled two knives from his leg sheath.

The moonlight reflects dully on the knife.

Tonight the moon was shining brightly in the clear night sky.

Ellis: The moon is beautiful tonight, too.

Jude: Yeah, I feel like shit.

Ellis: Come to think of it, how should we end up disposing of them? Kill them?

Jude: We're going to hurt him enough to the point of death, and then we're going to restrain them.

Ellis: Copy that.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Are you the ones who caught my brother with the drugs and beat him to death?

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Were you the ones who went out of their way to tell us to come to the harbor at 25:00? 

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Don't think you'll get out of here alive!

Starting with each of the leaders who jumped out, the men rushed in.

Ellis: I'm sorry, but it's our job to lure you in  and wipe you out.

Ellis: You're the ones who won't make it out alive.

Ellis: Oh, but don't worry, I won't kill you right now.

Ellis: You might be happier to die here, but ..... 

The game was easily settled.

Ellis: Is this all of them?

Jude: The number of people on the list is 13. The number of pieces of trash lying around is 2, 4, 6……..13.

Ellis: All of them.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: What are you gonna do to us?... Ugh!

Jude sits down on the man's back and the crushed man lets out a muddled scream. 👌🏻 

Jude: What a loud piece of trash.

Jude: Well, it's natural to be concerned about what will happen to you if you lose your bodily freedom.

Jude: I'm going to ask my brothers to help me with the experiment.

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Hic….experiment?

Jude: You may go blind or become a little demented, but you rarely lose your life.

Jude: Compared to the people who were drugged and killed by you, that’s a hell of a lot better isn’t it?

Man with Bloodshot Eyes: Hey, hey, please...

Ellis: Poor thing….

Ellis: I need to help Jude be happy, so I can't ….help you. Sorry.

Jude's hand touched the man's forehead, and the man whirled around and lost consciousness.

Ellis: I hope this brings you a little closer to your happiness Jude. 

Ellis: Come to think of it, this was my first mission with you Jude.

Jude: What?

Ellis: It's no different from what you normally do.

Jude: Idiot? Things are different.

Ellis: ?

Jude: Besides the fact that we can torture them, we’ll get paid for the mission.

Ellis: Jude, you look really bad…..

Jude: You're so noisy. If you've got time to waste, throw these guys in the wagon.

Ellis: Yes.

Victor: Hmmm...thanks for the report! From what I've read, it sounds like it was a smooth first mission.

Victor: So you can say that I was a good judge of people!

Jude: Don't look at me, your face is annoying.

Victor: That’s terrible.

Ellis: I'm glad it went well. I think I can handle more missions like this in the future, Victor.

Victor: You guys really are opposites……I think I'll call you the candy and whip duo.

Victor: By the way, as for the "disposal" of the criminal group, it was mentioned that all of them were killed.

Victor: You actually took them in for some kind of interesting research, didn't you?

Jude: !

Ellis: You noticed. How?

Victor: I'll keep that part a secret, I guess. But you don't have to lie in your report. I'm the one who entrusted you with the mission.

Victor: As long as you stay true to your evil, I'm fine with that.

Jude: How much do you know about this?

Victor: I only know what I can see on the surface. You all headed there on foot, but a horse-drawn carriage left the scene.

Victor: I heard that in addition to the Crown Castle, your workplace, and your clients, there is another facility of some kind that you frequent.

Jude: You've got spies all over England, pervert!

Jude: Out of all Crown members, you’re the one I know least about. 

Victor: Haha, that's not true. I’m a simple person.

Ellis: Simple?

Victor: I’m a man who will do anything to protect your freedom.

Victor: But I can't see into your hearts. So I'd be happy to learn more from you in the future.

Victor: I'm talking about your favorite type, your hobbies, your three sizes, and so on!

Ellis: …………….

Jude: I gotta go to work, Ellis.

Victor: Don’t ignore me! That hurts!

Victor: Hehe.

Victor: How very Crown-worthy, aren’t you? I'm so glad you've joined us.

Victor: Hopefully, the crown will shine above your heads as well!

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Roier gets access to the Room

"He's family now, right? It's a family secret."

Cellbit's attempts to convince Forever have, so far, failed. Roier already knows. Roier has known for some time. He knows about Phil and he knows about what Forever really is.

"I'm just worried that he won't react as well as you guys did..."

Their reaction was insane, thinking back on it. They found out that Forever and Quackity had kidnapped Philza and they were all fine with it. They didn't even bat an eye. Mike had shrugged and said "amor é amor" with a laugh. They all laughed together. They knew what Forever was doing to their friend and that was fine.

It didn't matter. They watched Phil get destroyed and didn't care.

Now, it makes Cellbit feel a bit sick. He knows what love is now, thanks to Roier. It is not what Phil and Forever have.

What they have is sickening. Something depraved and cruel. Thinking about it too long makes Cellbit want to die. He knows he could have stopped it. He could have helped Phil but he didn't.

"I'll make sure it's okay. I can't keep something like this from my husband, Forever." Cellbit knows that will do something.

"Fine. If he freaks out though, it's on you." Forever huffs.

Roier is calmer than Cellbit had ever seen him. Cellbit walks into the dark room hesitantly. Forever stands close behind them. Cellbit can tell that he's on edge. He's worried.

"Morning, Phil." Cellbit says as the light flickers on. "Roier wanted to see you."

Phil casts a cautious glance between Roier and Forever, looking for confirmation.

In response, Forever speaks. "He's family now. He can see you if he likes." He shrugs despite his obvious nervousness.

Roier's communicator was left in the hall, in the drawer where Phil's stayed. His weapons, too. Forever is very aware that people would not be happy if they saw this. He knows that Roier probably isn't too fond of it. He knows he needs to be careful.

Cellbit can see the moment his husband spots the chain on Phil's ankle. It keeps him attatched to the bed. It's a punishment. Cellbit isn't sure what for, but he doesn't want to ask.

"I thought you hated me." Phil's voice is quiet. It always is. It's quiet and shaky and it breaks Cellbit's heart.

"Why would I- Oh! No, no! Fit and Wilbur are the only ones that actually hate you!" Roier laughs. "And some of the eggs but I don't!"

Cellbit's eye twitches. His husband is not the best at saying appropriate things. It's cute sometimes but here it is not.

Phil's voice cracks slightly, "Oh." he's on the verge of tears.

Forever notices not long after Cellbit does. He moves past Roier and Cellbit, walking over to Phil to kneel in front of him. He puts his hands on Phil's knees to comfort him.

"Don't cry, sweetheart! You know they hate you for a good reason, you shouldn't get so upset."

Cellbit watches Roier lose his mask. His expression changes to one of horror and confusion as he listens to Forever 'comfort' Phil.

"I kn-" A loud smack cuts Phil off.

"Also, I told you not to speak. Meu deus, por que você não ouve?"

Roier's hand trembles as he watches. Cellbit grabs a hold of him and pulls him a little closer. Roier calms himself quickly.

Forever turns to them with a bright smile. "Sorry about that, he's been awful recently! Had a little episode a few days ago, didn't you?" He looks back at Phil.

By 'episode' Forever means that Phil was starting to refuse his orders. He did it sometimes, despite everything.

Phil nods.

"There you go, well done, honey." Forever smiles, tail wagging in delight. He pats Phil on the head, ignoring the way Phil flinches away from his hand.

Cellbit hesitates before he speaks, "What did he do?"

"Screamed at me. I told him to go to bed and he screamed and cried and tried to hurt me, so, now he's here."

Cellbit knows there's more than that. He can see Phil's expression shift as Forever explains. He'll ask Phil later.

"You- you chain him up every time he does something bad?" Roier asks, a slight tremble to his voice.

"Not every time. Depends what he did. A while ago, he screamed at me and I just taped his mouth shut for a while."

Cellbit remembers that. Forever had triggered Phil on purpose, did something he knew would scare Phil into fight or flight. He had admitted a little while after to Pac that he just liked it when Phil was afraid. He said it was cute. Like a little bird.

"Punishment needs to fit the crime! He's chained up because he wouldn't come here when I told him too." Forever smiles.

"Ah... I see." Roier forces a smile in return, Forever doesn't seem to notice how strained it is.

"It's not so bad, he's okay with it! Aren't you, Phil?"

Phil nods quickly with a shaky smile. His eyes are still watering, tears threatening to spill over as he blinks.

Forever smiles back as his tail thwacks against the floor. He stands, using one hand to lift Phil's chin to make him keep eye contact. He gives him a kiss, although it's clear he doesn't want it. Phil doesn't fight but he's certainly not happy about what's being done. Forever pulls away with a smile and strokes Phil's hair again.

"Come on, we should let Phil rest, he's tired." Forever says as he starts to walk back to Cellbit and Roier.

Cellbit nods without question, although Roier is hesitant. Forever notices and stops in his tracks.

"What?" He asks, smile fading from his features as he stares at Roier.

"Nothing! Nothing! We should be going anyway! We have.... things... to do..." Roier trails off as he smiles nervously at Forever.

"Come on, Phil's tired. Let's go." Cellbit makes his tone stern as he pulls Roier slightly back towards the door.

"Yes, okay, great idea, as always, gatinho!"

Forever hums as Cellbit unlocks the door for Roier to step out. He's not happy about any of this.

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TWD Daryl Dixion x Fem!Reader Chapter 3: Guilty As Sin

Summary: Y/n Grimes is a doctor who has a heart of gold and who wants to take care of everyone. She loves her family, but her whole world gets flipped upside down when her Dad goes into a coma, and a mystery virus is going around killing people. What will she do when she comes face to face with it? Read to find out more!

Paring: Daryl Dixion x Fem!Reader

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warnings: Gore, sex, language, guns, and spoilers for TWD TV show series

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The whole night my stomach was in knots thinking about them out there. Hell, I even cared about Merle Dixion just a tad, though it was his brother I was really worried about I mean he was out there with no one watching his back and I knew he could take care of himself but still especially with that cut. I guess I just had to do my job to get everything off my mind. I stretched out my back and put on my clothes that I had already worn three times this week. There is no fashion in the world ending. Looking in the dinky dusty mirror Gleen had brought me back from a run I see my face and force a smile on it. People don’t panic by themselves they panic when doctors do. I breathe in deeply and open the flap on my tent. Okay, here I go. And there is already a line of people waiting for me. 

“Okay, who’s first!” It was like the first day of my residency all over again. It had been about two hours and I had finally finished giving the medical care that everyone needed. I wished I still had all my things at the hospital because the best I could do here is a patch job and these people deserve better than that. I had also run out of the herbs I had even made a paste to space it out but that was gone as well, I would have to make another trip to the herb spot. 

This time I make sure to have my knife ready because I’m pretty sure I wouldn't run into another pair of hunting brothers. I went to tell Dale I was leaving but then I noticed my Mom was missing and Carl was by himself. 

“Carl, do you know where Mom went?” He shrugged and went back to doing his math problems. I glanced over and he was doing one wrong.

“You didn’t carry the two.” 

“Yes, I did.” 

“No, you didn’t.”

“Y/n I did!” He exclaimed very confident.

“Uh, who’s been living longer… I think that would be me. So who’s right?”

“Just cause you're older doesn't make you right”

“Yes, it does, now I'm going to go find Mom so carry your two.” 

He crosses his arms and huffs. “Fine.”

“That a bud.” I ruffle his hair and he smacks my hand away he hates it when I do it that’s why I love doing it. 

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 I ensure I have my knife ready on my belt loop and my eyes and ears open. As I get closer to the spot I hear some moaning and rustling of leaves I pull out my weapon. My eyes peek through the trees and see vibrant clothing not dirted by being dragged around and the dead wearing it. As I step closer I step on something solid. My Mom’s silver locket the one that matches mine. I pick it up seeing no blood so that's a good sign. Knife still raised my feet leading me to the clearing and my eyes landed on something heartbreaking. Not caused by a walker but by people. Shane was on top of my mom making out, clothes thrown all over clearly about to take the next step.

“What.The.Fuck!?” Both of them are startled and get off each other. My mom runs over to me trying to start to explain herself. But I couldn't hear her my head was too busy spinning. Shane then tried.

“How… how could you?” I whispered. My mom reaches forward for my arm but I yank it away.

“HOW FUCKING COULD YOU!?” I yelled I knew the dead would probably be alerted but I did not care at that moment.

“Y/n Swettie…” 

“Sweetie!? Don’t Mom just don’t it hasn't even been three weeks and you're screwing his best friend!” I threw my arm to point to Shane.

“I just I…” she couldn't explain herself. How could she?

“Now Y/n your mother and I-” Now that’s what made me really pissed off. He addressed me like… Dad would.

“And you, he was your best friend! How could it be so easy to have sex with his wife?! So don’t try to defend yourself and don’t ever try to act like my Dad again!” I gripped my knife so tight that my knuckles turned white, both looked ashamed.

“Fuck you both.” I shook my head and went back to camp.

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As I entered camp my blood just got hotter and hotter everyone doing their camp jobs just became white noise at this point. I go straight to my tent grab it my water and chug it like it was tequila hell I wish it was. I mean how do you even do that? 

“Y/n Y/n?” I heard a voice from the other side of the flap of the tent. I ignored it hoping it would go away squeezing my bottle and thinking of my father’s face and how betrayed he would be. And just got angrier with the fact that he can't even know!

“Y/n?” I throw down the bottle and rip open the zipper. 

“What?!” I screamed in the person’s face, that person being Carol, as I did I saw her eyes trying to hold back tears. 

“I'm sorry I'm sure you're very tired.” She sightly bows her head and turns to walk away.

“Wait Carol I’m sorry I just I… got caught up in my emotions about my Dad I'm sorry I took it out on you please forgive me.” I felt horrible I had never let my feelings take control like that, I had to stop that from happening again.

“Of course, I understand.” She gave me an understanding look, bless this woman.

“Thank you now how can I help you?”

She came into my tent and sat down on my makeshift doctor's bench. She needed me to check on her broken shoulder which had been healed about a month before. 

“Well it’s looking okay I see a little bruising but that’s to be expected with a broken shoulder that has recently healed can I ask how this happened?” I get a little curious seeing the deep purple bruising.

“I fell down the stairs.” She answered quickly almost like it was rehearsed. Her eyes met mine and I searched for anything to tell me what really happened.

“Carol are you ok-” She cuts me off.

“I'm sorry about your Dad.” She quickly changed the subject I get the hint but I would not let this go.

“Thanks, me too.” I smiled with melancholy while putting away my supplies.

“What was he like? If you don’t mind me asking, I think it helps us to process that the ones we love went to heaven.” Carol was very religious so it was nice to think that my Dad would be there.

“He was brave, kind, selfless, and always helped people that’s why he became a police officer. I remember when in my first few weeks of being a Grimes I had a hard time adjusting so I would sneak out and one night he caught me. And I was scared shitless thinking this guy was a cop and an asshole who wanted to control me but no he took me home got two bowls and ice cream and he just listened to me the whole night. No one up until him really listened to me, that was the first time I thought of him being my Dad.” I finished the story with a happy sour tear slipping down my cheek.

“Sounds like an amazing father.” She grabbed my hand.

“He was.” 

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After I collected myself I went to help Carl finish those math problems. But as I see him I also see my Mom and Shane and have to grit my teeth.

“Hey Bud did you carry that two?” He smiles and nods that he did. I tried to put all my focus on my brother I had to If I didn’t I might have screamed again.

“Carl since you are doing so great maybe as a reward I can teach you to catch some frog catching,” Shane suggested while sharpening his knife. Carl gets very excited at that.

“Mom can I?” She looks not very sure.

“Okay only if you finish those problems.” The whole interaction made me sick like it was between a Dad, Mom, and Son.

“Y/n did you hear? I’m going frog-catching!” 

“I did You’ll have so much fun!” He goes back to his problems very happy-go-lucky.

“I’m going to get some water I’ll be back.” I had to leave or I would hurl. As I get up my mom follows me. 

“Y/n we have to talk please.” I stop and turn to her seeing her pleading brown eyes. And my heart speaks for me.

“You have five minutes.”

“Thank you, Shane, and I just started, there was nothing before you have to know that, and these past few weeks I don’t know I felt like there was no hope and I looked to you and Carl and all that ran through my head was that you would be dead just like your Dad and I couldn't bear it. So when Shane kissed me I took the comfort I took the safety so I didn’t go insane and so I could be strong for the both of you. I know that’s no excuse but it’s my reasoning.” She waited for my response. 

“I don’t know what to say, Mom but I do understand your reasoning, but I still think you are betraying Dad.” I leave it off with that.  

“Don’t tell Carl.” Thar sentence cracked my already fragile heart.

“Do you think I would actually ruin Carl’s world like that, someone would think you don’t even know your daughter.” I stuff the tears and walk off.

The tent ceiling was the only thing I could see as I was trying to drift to sleep to take a nap to forget the emotional hurt I had already experienced and it was only noon! Just as I closed my eyes a loud horn sounded its way through camp. I shot up and fast-tracked it to the middle of camp. So did everyone else. We all see a cherry red Mustang blaring it’s horn to camp. As it approaches Glenn parks it and steps out. Which uh where is everyone else? 

“Turn that damn thing off!” Dale and Shane were hammering at him. And Amy was hammering him about her sister.

“My sister where is she!? Is she okay!?” 

“Yes she’s fine everyone is!” He shouted out over all the noise.

“Pop the hood!” Shane yelled at him. Glenn does it quickly.

It gets popped and Jim rips out the horn plug. Then Glenn finishes his sentence.

“Well Everyone but Merle.” Wait what? 

“Glenn what does that mean is he dead!? Or what!?” I now was getting in his face I would fell horrible and kind of responsible if anything happened I was the one who brought them here. Merle would have never gone to the city if they hadn't met me and I had asked for this deal.

“Y/n he uh-” He stammered knowing the same thing.

“Glenn!” He doesn’t get to answer me before a food truck pulls up behind the Mustang the rest of our people running to their families. Andrea to Amy and Morles to his kids and wife. Seeing the ruinenes left a bitter yet sweet taste I was happy for them but it just reminded me and Carl that we would never get that. Carl starts to cry to Mom about it. She tries to consoul him.

“Carl it’s okay to miss Dad let’s try to be happy for everyone else okay?” I hugged him tight.

“Okay.” He sniffles. Then we heard a sentence that no one was expecting.

“Hey, officer friendly come meet everyone,” Morles exclaimed and a man I never thought I would see again came out. 

“Dad…” I whisper in almost a way to confirm that it wasn’t a dream. He sees us too and starts to run to us.

“DAD! DADDY!” Carl and I run to him. We meet in a huge crushing hug.

“Oh my God, Y/n Carl…” We wouldn't let go. Then Mom joins the hug.

“Thank God, thank God…” He keeps on repeating to himself as he rocks us. We eventually let go. But then I hug him myself.

“Dad Dad I tried I tried to get to you I’m sorry I’m sorry.” I cried into his shoulder never wanting to let go.

“It’s okay baby girl it’s okay.” He whispered back like he used to when I needed it when I was just a troubled teen.

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It was night time and we wouldn't leave his side. The fire glow kept on him reminding me this was real.

“I woke up and I went to find you three it was confusing and distorting but I kept on and I was only saved because this father and son took me in and told me about how the world was now.” If I ever got to meet this man I would owe him a lifetime of free exams.

“I don’t mean to take away from this moment but what are we going to tell Daryl Dixion.” Dale had asked the group. In my happiness, I had forgotten about Merle and what was I going to tell Darly.

“Why is this even a question we tell the truth,” I spoke up. 

“I handcuffed him to the roof he was a danger to everyone but he is still human so I will tell Darly that it had to be done. And that maybe I will help him get him back.” Dad said to all of us shock all on our faces.

“Rick, for Merle Dixion he’s not worth it.” Shane replied and at that, I wanted to slap him.

“Shane I have to he’s stuck there because of me.” No, it’s because of me. 

My pillow was extra hard and my sleeping sack was extra itchy when I laid down for sleep. Or was it the guilt keeping me up? Well, then it’s settled I would go to find Merle. 

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“Please please don’t!” Glenn yelled out.

“Glenn it’s just a car.” We were watching the others rip the cherry red Mustang down to the body for parts.

“Y/n it is not just a car it is a dream car that was before I would never get to touch. And now they're ripping it apart like it’s nothing!” 

“I’m sure there will be hundreds of dream cars in the future Glenn.” I smile to try to make him feel better. “Glenn I got to thank you.” 

He looks confused. “For?”

“For saving my Dad.”

“What? Y/n I didn’t even know.” 

“I know but you did and that shows that you Glenn Rhee are one of the best people I have ever known.” 

“You're welcome.” I bring him into a hug putting all that I couldn't say into it. As we pull back we hear the kids scream including Carl.

We all ran to the small clearing that wasn’t far from camp and in it was one of the dead eating a deer with two arrows sticking out of it. The men hit it off and start beating the shit out of it until Dale chops its head off. Then we hear some trees rustling and who comes other than Daryl Dixion.

“Damn it! I was tracking that deer for miles, you think we can salvage it.” He points at it with his arrow.

I shake my head almost puking thinking about eating something that the dead had eaten. 

“Shit. I got squirrels at least.” He had indeed squirrels at least twelve. I looked at his arm and it was bandaged he had listened to me.

“Merle Merle I got squirrels!” He yelled out to the camp everyone got real quiet.

“Daryl my name is Rick Grimes I have to tell you something.” Daryl looked at me confirming that this was my Dad.

“What do you have to tell me, Rick?”

“Your brother was a danger to the group I had to handcuff him to the roof to stop him.” 

“AHH!” he goes to punch Dad and he dodges it then Daryl pulls his knife.

“Daryl no!” I screamed and in turn, he got distracted enough that Shane had a chance to pull him into a chokehold.

“I would like to have a calm discussion about this” My Dad got in front of his face and told him. Daryl is finally let go.

“So you left him on the roof!?” Daryl exclaimed in anger and who could blame him?

“I dropped the key,” T-Dog added in. T-Dog was the one with Merel watching him when he was handcuffed to the pipe and in the confusion of running to the truck to get out he had tripped and dropped the key in the drain he probably felt as guilty as I did. 

“You couldn't pick it up!?”

“I dropped it down the drain.” T-Dog was ashamed of his words.

“Tell me where he is so I can go get him.” Daryl was ready to go now as soon as he got the location.

“Not without me.” At that, everyone looked at me. Especially Daryl.

“Y/n no it’s too dangerous,” Dad said to me with concern.

“Dad he’s been on that roof with the hot Georgia sun on him he’s going to need medical attention.” He knew he wouldn't budge me.

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“Okay, water, Advil, gauze.” I was doing my checklist of the things I was bringing with us. 

“Doc?” Daryl said from the other side of my tent.

“Oh, come in.” He clears his throat and enters it, he looks over my small space his eyes landing on my underwear, and adverts them with a flash, I hold back my laugh it’s good to know he is also a gentleman.

“I just wanted to say that you don’t have to come.” 

I stop putting my stuff in my bag and look at him. “Of course I do Daryl, your brother is probably very dehydrated and is sun-baked he needs my help.” 

“Look I know my brother isn’t anyone’s favorite he isn’t mine but he is my kin I have to. You don’t, you are too valuable to the group to risk for my dumbass of a brother.” It’s nice to know that.

“Daryl sit down.” He does on my bed.

“I understand your worry but I don’t know if I could live with myself if your brother got hurt or worse because I wasn’t there. Plus it’s kind of my fault that he’s there.” 

“How? He’s the one that ran his big mouth.”

“If I hadn't met you two, he wouldn't be in the city right now.” I fiddled with my fingers which I did when I didn’t want to look at the person.

“Doc I appreciate it but it’d not yer fault kay.” His hand twitches towards mine but he doesn't take it.

“Thanks, Daryl.” 

“You're welcome.” 

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“Y/n do you have to go?” Carl asked me, he was one of the biggest reasons that I wanted to stay.

“I do but I will be back okay I promise.” He nods and hugs me and I hug back tighter. He runs to Mom and she nods at me to say to be careful I still can't talk to her. But I did nod back.

“Y/n come here,” Shane asked me.

“What do you want?” He hands me a gun.

“Your spare?” 

“I don’t want you going but if you are taking a gun. You still remember how to shoot?” Flashbacks run through my head of when he taught me with Dad how to shoot. Back when I didn't have to shoot.

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Good don’t ever forget.” There he goes acting like my Dad again even though he standing right there! I take the gun but all I wanted to do was throw it at his feet.

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We had made it to the city parked the truck and made it to the building and to the top. We bolt-cut the chains away and pushed the door open.

“Merel Merel!” Daryl called out and then we saw that no one was there. “NO NO!” He screamed out in anguish.

All that was left was blood, a saw, and a cut-off hand.

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