#Husband in question is Cypher

[rosedubh]

so I was catching up on comics earlier, and uh

one minorish and two fairly major i think characters just got completely unceremoniously killed off in heir of apocalypse

now I know that apocalypse is all about survival of the fittest but right now I’m really hoping it’s like a simulation or something because Steve foxe If you kill my husband I swear to god—

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Basic Information

Other Name(s):  Nadežda Pugacheva (before brainwashing), Nadya (family and Perseus Operators), Nad (Keith), Jo (Mason, Woods), Bell (callsign), Auntie Dodie (Toddler!David Mason). Later become Jodie Woods, once she and Frank become married in 1984.

Physical Appearance

Eyes: honeyed brown

Hair: dark brown

Skin: white

Tattoo(s): none

Scar(s): shoulder, chest - gunshot wounds. Other misc. scars. 

Face Claim: Kate Beckinsale

Description: At first glance, Jodie seems to be quite plain, though this is something that she prefers given her line of work. Her hair is just past shoulder-length when she wears it down, but when working it is pulled up into a ponytail/low bun. There are some bangs that frame her forehead and sides of her face, which can be wayward when she attempts to tie them back, so usually leaves them alone. 

Her facial features are sharp, nestled on an oval shaped frame. Occasionally, when a situation calls for it, she will wear minimal makeup - she feels out of place when she does wear it, so often opts out of it. Her ears are pierced with a singular stud, but takes them out when on missions. 

As for what she wears, Jodie will often wear jeans and a plain grey t-shirt when in the safe house or her downtime, accented with a jean jacket, or cardigan if it’s a little cold. She does have a thicker, muted green winter jacket for colder weather. She also wears plain pumps. 

For missions, it’s often a muted green turtleneck, dark jacket and combat trousers, with military boots. She will also wear the appropriate paraphernalia attributed with operators to carry extra clips, lethals and other such equipment. 

Personality

Like(s): coffee, dogs, nighttime, rain, puzzles, cyphers, that people actually trust her, Frank's beard (if he shaves, she fights), intelligent conversation, her daughter (loves her so much)

Dislike(s): dark chocolate, when it’s so hot you can’t breathe, being snuck up on, being spoken about as though she isn't there, people questioning her loyalty or her integrity, being left out of important conversations that involve her, if anyone messes with her daughter, being judged based on her past, not having full recollection of her past

Strength(s): calm, efficient, loyal, fast thinker, keen eye for patterns and details, can be very patient, willing to compromise where needed, adaptable

Weakness(es): can be cold and mistrustful, can be very guarded even against those she trusts, lets past trauma rule her sometimes, even though loyalty is also her strength it can also be her weakness, her calmness can be taken as being cold, detached, even apathetic sometimes, at other times she can be stubborn and her anger can get the better of her. When she sees red, it's red.

Relationships

Parent(s): unnamed Russian mother, unnamed Russian father 

Sibling(s): Radomir Timofeyovich Pugachev aka Timosha (brother)

Friend(s): Sarah and Alex Mason, (after a time) Russell Adler, Aleksandra Adler (@alypink's OC)

Spouse(s): Frank Woods (husband)

Child(ren): Ashley Woods (daughter)

Biography

1949 - Nadežda’s family is captured by the MGB and sent to [redacted], an undisclosed Gulag within rural Russia. Father, a WW2 veteran, was executed at the time of capture. There were rumours that he was critical of the current government and had become belligerent with his negative opinion of his leaders. By extension, his family were heavily scrutinised and kept at the Gulag. Her mother passed away in the labour camp. Initially, Nadežda and her brother, Radomir, were kept there with their mother, until her death, then were sent to a children’s orphanage. 

1953 - Nadežda is approached by an old friend of her father’s, who said to have fought alongside him during WW2. He makes her an offer she can’t refuse and joins his ranks despite her young age. She did this as this old friend promised he could find a suitable family to keep her brother safe and grow up to live in a better Russia. From then, she trained to fight and became an excellent tool for Perseus to use. (He had been too late to ask for her father to join his ranks, but she was the next best thing in his mind.)

1958 - At the age of eighteen, Nadežda was ordered to join the KGB by Perseus, to work alongside comrades and earn their trust, so that he may learn ways to exploit them if the need arose in the future and to seek potential operators to join his ranks. She studied at the Higher Intelligence School in Moscow, where she extended her espionage knowledge.

1960 - [redacted].

1962 - Nadežda is ordered to collect information regarding growing US involvement in Vietnam. Any encoded information regarding US military operations is passed over Nadežda’s desk. Also ordered to decode any Russian intelligence regarding the Cuban Missile Crisis. 

1965 - [redacted].

1968 - encoded intelligence regarding Operation Fracture Jaw is decoded by Nadežda. 

1969 - [redacted].

1976 - Nadežda, alongside other Persues operators, rescues Vikhor “Stitch” Kuzmin.

[Following paragraphs are redacted.]

1979 - Nadežda makes contact with Special Officer, Keith Wells, offering crucial insight into Perseus’ organisation. What causes this change of allegiance is unknown to the CIA. Nadežda is informed by Officer Wells that there is a mole within the CIA and not to trust any other operator other than himself, as they could not risk the information crossing the palms of the wrong person. They come to an agreement that Nadežda would claim no knowledge of him in the face of possible interrogations, if ever that came to happen. 

[Following paragraphs are redacted.]

1981 - January 13, Nadežda accompanied Arash Kadivar to Trabzon airfield, Turkey. Subsequently, Kadivar shoots Nadežda after revealing that he knows of her betrayal. He states that it’s a shame one of Perseus’ top agents turns out to be nothing more than a traitorous dog. CIA operatives, Alex Mason, Frank Woods and Russell Adler assassinate Kadivar, preventing the weapons from leaving the country. Upon sweeping the tarmac for survivors, Adler finds Nadežda still alive with a dossier related to Perseus. 

Following Nadežda’s capture and recovery from her injuries, traditional methods of interrogation did not succeed. She had hoped that, due to her captors being the CIA, word of her capture might reach Officer Wells, as she intended to keep her word and say nothing of their interactions; after expressing, in one interrogation, that the only operator she would speak with was Officer Wells, she is informed that he was presumed KIA and possibly at the hands of a Perseus Operator. Nadežda does not know whether to trust this information, given what Officer Wells had said in the past and so kept her mouth shut out of loyalty to him.

Several weeks later, through psychological torture, neuroactive drugs and hypnosis, Adler, the CIA, alongside MI6 Agent Helen Park, brainwashed her. A connection was formed between Adler and Nadežda by use of fake, implanted memories inspired by Adler’s time in Vietnam with the success of implying a years-long friendship between the two. 

Nadežda was no more and Adler gave her the callsign Bell. 

Alongside this, a whole new persona was fashioned and Bell was an MI6 Agent, Jodie Hall, from London, England, though information of her past never went further than that.  

“We have a job to do.” was the common trigger phrase to keep Bell in check as well as slipping small amounts of neuro-stimulant drugs to Bell to keep their conditioning effective. 

Volkov is captured. 

Bell and Woods uncover a Spetsnaz training ground - encrypted information regarding Operation Greenlight is uncovered. 

KGB headquarters infiltrated with the help of Dimitri Belikov uncovering previously erased names of Sleeper Agents, who Perseus aims to use in their upcoming infiltration of Operation Greenlight. 

Sleeper Agent Theodore Hastings is followed to Cuba, where the mission goes south - Bell saves Park’s life but is unable to save Lazar. 

Adler and the team reveal Bell’s true identity, but she remains loyal to their cause, revealing the location of Perseus and the station which will be used to detonate the nukes aimed on half the world. Though she is confused, betrayed and angry, she understands this choice is the right one and, somewhere deep down, she knows she didn’t need the conditioning to have made it. 

Solovetsky is attacked and the nukes are stopped. 

Bell is MIA for a short while.

Once located, a deal is made with the CIA that she would offer her services and any information she had on the Perseus faction and hunting down any Perseus Operators still in action in exchange for starting a new life in America as her given persona, Jodie Hall.

[no-one-at-all75]

Gone Again (Gender Neutral) (Fluff)

I don't know if anyone has noticed but I'm on that lover girl train rn. I gotta a whole crush on a REAL man and everything. So now I'm projecting it into my writing because deadass this is how I feel. Hopefully it produces something good :)

Cypher x Reader Fluff

Warnings: leaving spouse, harsh language

Requests are always open :)

Words: 1,777

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You wake up to your husband messing with the sheets and taking his arms off of you. You groan at the loss of warmth that he provides. Your ears pick up a small chuckle before you feel a peck of his lips on your head. You make an effort to pry your eyes open, only to see pitch black. Your eyes slowly adjust and you see him, the light of your life, getting changed in front of you. His chiseled body reminds you how much you love him, and how much you would fuck him right now if given the chance. You lazily latch onto his pillow and snuggle with it as if it were him as you silently watch the show in front of you. 

You watch as he carefully takes off his boxers and replaces them with new ones. You bite your lip a small bit as he pulls his work pants on and places on a black compression shirt. You watch his routine with love in your eyes, the same way you did when you were dating. The thought makes your left thumb graze over your wedding ring. You sigh softly as he puts on his final pieces of clothing, knowing it was almost time for him to leave soon. You decide to break the silence. 

“Amir my love. Why do you turn me on so much only to leave.” Your small voice breaks the quietness of the room. He turns around, looking almost shocked that you were awake all this time. The shock melts into a loving smile as he walks back over to the bed you were lying on and sits down next to you. He places his ungloved hand into your hair, stroking it lovingly. You close your eyes and purr at the contact, making him chuckle again. 

“You know why my dear. I will be back before you even notice I’m gone.” He gives your head another kiss on the top. You scrunch your nose in disagreement. 

“I always notice that you are gone. I always miss you more than you realize.” Your face turns into the pillow. His hands make their way to your back, rubbing it soothingly. He sighs as he realizes you are right. He always sees how lonely you look when you are in the apartment alone without him. He will always remember when you started crying almost daily because he was gone for almost 6 months with no contact. 

“I know darling, I’m sorry. But you know I need to go.” The bed dips back up and his footsteps make their way to the bedroom door. He looks back at you once more, your face still in the pillow. He gives you one sadder smile before disappearing for an unknown amount of time. You feel your eyes burn and the pillowcase get wet with your tears. You turn to the side, your face now exposed, looking at the empty room. You bring your knees to your chest and let out a heavy sigh before falling back asleep. 

‘

Whenever Amir leaves, it’s like a small part of you dies. You go through a small routine, get up and force yourself to do chores, try not to cry, cook food, try not to cry, and watch something to distract your mind. You’re on day 3 now without Amir. You sit on your couch, arms sprawled across the top and your head resting on the frame. You stare at the ceiling for an unknown amount of time. You hear some noises, like kids playing in the hallways or people driving their cars or walking on the sidewalk outside. But no noise can distract you from the swirling thoughts in your head. Except one. 

You feel a small thing brush against your legs while letting out a small ‘meow?’ Almost questioning why you are so sad. You look down at your legs to find your cat, Cabbage, nuzzling into your legs and looking up at you with her big yellow eyes. You give her a small smile and pick her up and place her next to you on the couch. You let her decide where to sit as you stroke her smooth grey and white fur. She purrs loudly, drawing all of your attention to her. You relax your arms and head and let yourself focus on her smooth yet gravely purrs. You slightly giggle to yourself as you remember why you named her Cabbage. 

~

“Remind me again (Y/N) why you want a cat? I can have a coworker build you one you know?” Amir jokes as you push his shoulder a bit with yours, making him lose a small amount of balance. You look at him with a gleam in your eyes. 

“So I won’t be lonely on your big work trips. Being in the apartment alone really takes a toll on me. So, I think a little buddy will help me out.” You cheerfully say. He nods his head, basically saying ‘Ok that’s fair’ as the both of you walk into the shelter holding hands. The shelter staff takes you to a room full of cats, ranging from all different shapes and sizes. Your eyes light up as you crouch down and let them all come to you. Amir gives you an adoring smile as he sits down on one of the nearby chairs and observes his wife attempting to play with 15 cats. 

He is so focused on you that he doesn’t realize that one small grey and white cat started to rub on his legs. He looks down and rubs the small cat’s head, making it immediately purr. You look back over to see him petting the only cat that would go near him. You set down a small kitten that attached to your legs and walked over to him, the flood of cats now receding. You crouch again and watch as Amir skillfully plays with the cat.

“I think we found our buddy.” You say with a smile. He looks at you with love in his eyes and nods his head. Amir picks the cat up off the floor and takes your hand, you both walk towards the door with your new companion in hand. You both make your way outside and back into the car, the cat meowing wondering where it was going. You try to console the cat but know it’s no use until you get home. Amir breaks the chain of meows. 

“So, my love, what are we naming the little feline?” He looks at you with curiosity and smugness, a look you get a lot from him. You smile with a very smug smirk back. 

“We gotta name her something extremely obscure. Something different. Cabbage.” You excitedly say as you look at your husband who is on the brink of laughter. You give him a large smile which breaks him. He erupts into laughter, almost crying. Your face also breaks the smile leading to laughter. Once you both settle down, he places his hand on your cheek and looks at you lovingly. 

“That is an amazing name love.” 

~

You giggle at the memory before Cabbage opens her eyes wide and sits up. You look at her with curiosity before she hops off the couch and starts meowing at the door. You roll your eyes a bit and try to relax some more. Her constant meows make you try to console her. 

“Cabbage, baby, he’s not back yet. I know you miss him. I do too. We gotta be the strong women he loves.” You say sweetly. Cabbage continues to meow at the front door, now pacing it back and forth. You shake your head and remove yourself from the couch and walk towards her. She stops meowing when she sees you approach and starts to purr. Your give her a few head scratches before leaving again to go sit back down. You don’t even make it 2 feet away before she starts meowing again. You let out a huff and turn around and walk back the step you took away her. You look down at her and she looks up at you. 

“I’ll open the door to prove he’s not there.” You say as you unlock your door and swing it open. You were expecting an empty hallway like all the other times but this time shocked you. You were met with a smiling face and your favorite flowers. You almost broke down in tears but decided to jump onto your man, your love, your husband. You hear him laugh as he picks you up with ease, he takes in every little detail about you before letting go. Your eyes are brimming with tears, he takes his gloved hand and wipes them away. 

“I missed you too my dear.” His smooth voice releases you of all your worries. He pushes his way into your shared apartment and shuts the door behind him and locks it. His lips lock with yours as you bring your arms around his neck. His hands make their way to your waist, the small stems of the flowers poking your back. The kiss was passionate and everything you craved since he left a few days ago. You both release for air, you almost pant and have a hungry look in your eyes. He always loved that look on you. He swings the flowers forward between the two of you. You smile and smell them. 

“Thank you so much Amir. Although, I would’ve been just fine with you.” You say jokingly as you walk over to the kitchen to find a vase. He hums in agreement. 

“Well, I have some exciting news. The Protocol is letting me do most of my work from home from now on. Which means I’m staying home. Unless a mission pops up.” He explains. You freeze. You put the fragile vase down before jumping with joy. He watches you with love before enveloping you in another hug. You rest your chin on his chest and look into his chocolate brown eyes. You wiggle in the embrace out of excitement, he lets out another chuckle, then kisses you again on the lips. You both feel Cabbage purr and rub her body against both of your legs. You break the kiss and giggle a bit at Cabbage, now looking down at her with admiration and love. Amir does the same. 

“You know Amir, we need to celebrate a different way, don’t you think?” Your face turns red and you give him a smirk. He smirks back and bites his lip as you hold tight to his hand and lead him to your shared bedroom.

[darkpandabakerydreamer]

Crazy headcanon I just had: what if... Cypher was actually Nora impersonating her own husband?

Well, it's hard to happen, but not impossible! After all, we never saw the guy's face.

And to complement this headcanon, we have to see how Nora would have become Amir and, consequently, Cypher. Here are some theories:

1. Nora worked with her husband in the business, so when she died it wasn't difficult to adapt the equipment to her advantage

2. Actually Amir was a normal person who ended up meeting death. The whole image of Cypher was built by Nora, who then adopted her husband's name both as a tribute and to make it difficult to trace.

3. Amir was Cypher and at some point died. Nora has taken up her post in pursuit of a goal (revenge, answers...) she may or may not have to learn technology from scratch (I like to think neural theft had a hand in it though.)

These are some flowers I can think of. Now, some unanswered questions

The physical constitution, voice, etc... How to justify this? Well, I don't think it's that difficult to alter that with the right outfit and a voice modulator (seeing that from the English dub), maybe even one of those palm trees that make people taller.

And the lines in which he quotes Nora? Nothing prevents referring to Amir as Nora, to disguise it. Furthermore, Cypher also has lines with Amir if I'm not mistaken.

I also think that as Nora she got to know someone she would later work with in the Valorant protocol (I think more likely Viper or Brimstone).

At some point, I believe someone will discover this secret (Viper or Sage, in my opinion), perhaps due to an incident or a medical condition that could be associated with Nora (I didn't have much idea for this, but I think by incident It is more likely).

Well that's basically it, I just wanted to put it on record so I don't forget it and because I thought it was cool.

[xtruss]

Former Pakistani Prime Minister Imran Khan With His Wife Bushra Bibi Signs Bail Documents at Court in Lahore, Pakistan, on July 17, 2023. Photo: Arif Ali/AFP Via Getty Images

Imran Khan Remains Imprisoned Over His Wife’s Menstrual Cycles. State Department Says That’s “Something For The Pakistani Courts To Decide.”

The Charge of An Illegitimate Marriage Is All That’s Left After A Court Acquitted Khan Over His Handling of A Classified Cypher.

— Ryan Grim & Murtaza Hussain | June 4 2024

After An Arduous Legal Fight, a Pakistani Court on Monday Acquitted Former Prime Minister Imran Khan on Charges Related to his Handling of a Confidential Intelligence Cable, Known within the Pakistani Government as a Cypher.

Khan’s acquittal by the Islamabad High Court is a major victory for the former prime minister and his supporters, coming on the heels of a suspended sentence in a separate corruption case.

The ruling leaves Khan behind bars on precisely one charge: namely, that he and his third wife Bushra Bibi entered into an “un-Islamic marriage,” a crime for which Khan and Bibi are serving seven-year sentences.

The court, both during the hearing and in its ruling, dove into the details of Bibi’s menstrual cycle, ultimately rejecting her claim that three cycles had passed between her divorce and her marriage to Khan. Instead, the court relied on the word of her ex-husband.

Asked by The Intercept at a briefing, State Department spokesperson Matt Miller said the case and its merits were none of the United States’ business.

“We’ve addressed the question of Imran Khan many times,” Miller said. “The legal proceedings against him are something for the Pakistani courts to decide.”

Pressed on whether it was truly the case that Bibi’s menstrual cycles were a matter for the courts, Miller said that perhaps a Pakistani court will toss out this conviction just as they did the cypher case.

The Overturning Of The So-Called Cypher Case Was A Blow To The “Pakistani Corrupt Army General’s Selected and Election Losers’ Government’s Contention” That Khan Was a Traitor to His Country, and bolsters his supporters’ position that the charges against the imprisoned former prime minister are politically motivated.

Khan and his Ex-Foreign Minister Shah Mehmood Qureshi had previously been sentenced to 10 years in prison for allegedly mishandling the secret document, including Khan’s alleged brandishing a paper copy of it at a political rally.

The cypher has long since been a central piece of drama in Pakistan’s political wrangling. Khan had claimed in several instances, even when still prime minister, that the cypher revealed U.S. involvement in his removal from power in a no-confidence vote in 2022.

Secret Pakistan Cable Documents U.S. Pressure To Remove Imran Khan! “All Will Be Forgiven,” said a U.S. Diplomat, If the No-Confidence Vote Against Pakistan Prime Minister Imran Khan Succeeds

In 2023, the cypher was provided to The Intercept by a source in the Pakistani military. The document showed that during Khan’s time in office, U.S. State Department officials had threatened the then-Pakistani ambassador to the U.S. about damaged ties between the two countries if Khan remained in power. Shortly after the meeting, a vote of no-confidence in Parliament advanced, a move orchestrated by the powerful Pakistani military that succeeded in removing Khan from office.

Since then, Khan and his supporters have been in an escalating conflict with the military, which has led to widespread crackdowns, killings, and torture, as well as a ban on Khan’s party, the Pakistan Tehreek-e-Insaf, or PTI. Khan himself was imprisoned on an array of charges.

The State Department has remained muted on the crackdown on democracy in Pakistan, including after February elections marred by extensive and brazen fraud.

Despite Khan’s imprisonment and a general ban on his party, candidates associated with PTI did resoundingly well in the vote. Following exit polls that seemed to show PTI-affiliated politicians sailing to victory, official announcements began to pour in that the candidates were losing. Amid allegations of election rigging by the military at the regional level, a coalition of opposition parties took power and was quickly recognized by the U.S.

The charges against Khan have now almost all fallen apart, save for an allegation of legal impropriety in Khan’s marriage to Bibi.

U.S. Endorses Pakistan’s Sham Election! Allegations of widespread electoral fraud, rigging, and violence mar Pakistan’s election.

The court, in its ruling, writes that her ex-husband tried to prevent his then-wife from visiting Khan, saying he “tried to stop her by force and during which hard words and even abuses were also exchanged but of no avail.”

The court, in its ruling, also approvingly reproduced her ex-husband’s antisemitic conspiracy theories, noting that “complainant believes that sister of respondent No.02” — Khan’s wife — “who resides in UAE has strong connection with Jewish Lobby.”

Bibi’s ex-husband, according to the ruling, also complained he was denied his right of “rujuh” — which refers to a husband getting their wife back in the initial period after a divorce. “He pointed out that under the law and ‘Shariah,’ the complainant has a right to have ‘Rujuh’ to his wife,” the ruling says, “but he was deprived of such right by the respondents.”

[gnattyplayssims]

1960 Pt1 - Interrogation

Sofia waited patiently on the train station bench as the woman in blue got their tickets. The woman said they were going to meet her mother but after 8 years of having no mother it was hard to believe. Right now it didn't matter as long as she was out of that awful house

As the train took off the woman opened a book, pouring over the pages and jotting down a few things in the marjins. "The Chronicles of Rodiek?" Sofia read.

Rowan slammed the book closed and stood, casting a glance toward the man watching them "Let's go to the dining car."

They walked through a few cars before Rowan stopped suddenly, "You like books right kid?"

"I love them!"

"Here, try this one out."

"But you're in the middle of reading it."

"I've read it 100x you'll love it just hold onto it for me until I need it again will you."

"Oh okay!"

"What's a kid doing in a train bar?"

"I'm 8 years old, not a kid."

"No, I am certain 8-year-olds fall under the childhood category."

"Well I'm really mature for my age. Maci says it's because I read books far above my level"

"Is that so. And these books make you grow faster?"

"Hey kid, didn't anyone ever teach you not to talk to strangers!?"

"Oh he asked me a question, I didn't want to be rude."

"Relax Rowan, it was just harmless conversation."

"Yeah well this time it was you, next time it could be an actual problem. There's a Tech on this train."

"Don't mind her, she gets stressed easily especially when there are Techs around"

"What's so bad about Techs?"

"They want the Omiscan Cypher which we have. In the wrong hands it could destroy the Worlds, which is why it is safest with one who will protect it and won't remember."

Three months passed after Jamal's arrest and Sofia was holding on just enough to keep her kids from starving.

"Thanks for coming Sof, I know this isn't a trip you wanted to make but your testimony is incredibly important to this case."

Sofia didn't move as he sat across from her

"Let's start by getting the big question out of the way. Did you know or have any indication that your husband was involved in illegal activities."

"Of course not."

"Surely you noticed that the house was not the same size on the outside."

"He told me it was a shed."

"You're telling me you were married to the man and lived in that house for 4 years and never asked those questions?"

"No Nikolas, I'm not a detective. He saved my life and he was always nice to me. I had no reason to doubt him he was my husband."

Nik sighed, "Come with me."

Nik let out a deep sigh once they were outside. "Sorry Sof. I'm not trying to accuse you. It's my job to get to the bottom of this, and I'd rather be the one questioning you. We'll walk and you can tell me what you know."

"Ok, I think I can handle that."

"Tell me how you met."

"It was at the Spice Festival. He helped me with a vendor and we talked...I ran into him again at the park and he asked me out. It all just kind of happened after that."

Nik scoffed,

"What?"

"I'm trying not to make comments, continue"

She looped her arm in his, "Next question."

"How did he get you away from Don?"

"They fought...I don't really know the details."

"Sofia...Don's mansion and club are both high security locations...there's no way he could have got in without Don knowing."

"No...he was always so nice to me, he couldn't have worked for Don"

"Hey...just because someone's nice, doesn't mean they're good. Let's take a break and get you some chamomile."

They stopped at a booth and ordered tea then found a quiet bench while they sipped in silence.

Finally Nikolas broke the tension. "Now the big question."

"You mean those weren't the big questions?"

"Unfortunately no. We're still trying to figure out the motivation. Why the OSS was after you. But without you...it's a dead case."

"I don't know. There's nothing special about me. I'm used up, broken...easy."

"Hey! That's not true"

"It is though...Jamal told me as much...so did Don...and Mathias."

"Not the most solid character witnesses."

"I don't know what Jamal was after. I have nothing except my body to give and he got that."

Nik let out a slow breath, "There has to be something else he wanted."

For a moment silence fell between them. "Sofia, there's a lot more to you then just a body. You can be a bit...in the clouds sometimes but I don't know any other woman who could go through the hell you have and still be standing."

"Wait Nik! I just remembered...the book!"

In an undisclosed location in a World simply known as GP-7 in a secret lab in the middle of the desert canyons, Jameson Reed was just waking up from a rather painful transfer from his prison cell.

"Are the cuffs really necessary? Do you want to see my identification?"

"That won't be necessary and the cuffs don't come off till she says so."

Footsteps behind him drew his attention but he turned his focus back on Magnus, "This is rediculous. I'm loyal to the OSS you know that."

"I know...but I'm not. They made an offer I couldn't refuse."

Rowan came around the table and dropped a book between them. "So you found it."

"With little help from you, I'm afraid."

"What's so special about this piece of fiction anyway?"

"Well if it was fiction it would be useless. This book is the key to conquering all the Worlds."

"This isn't what I signed up for."

Pain shot through his hand so suddenly he couldn't even be sure Rowan had moved, "No, you signed up for a mission which you failed to complete...I don't know how it's done in the OSS but I don't take that lightly...Mr. Goth...he's all yours."

Magnus followed Rowan out of the room taking the cypher with him as the second man set a lump of clay in it's place.

"The mind is such a wonderfully moldable thing wouldn't you agree Mr. Reed? I do wonder how moldable yours might be if it was not bogged down by silly allegiances"

A few hours later Joaquin Goth leaned over his patient, "Take it easy. You've had an accident. Do you remember anything?"

"No...who...who are you?"

"Don't worry, you don't remember it but we have a lovely home selected for you on Batuu. I hear the neighbors are lovely."

1960 Pt2 - Field Trip

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Okay we know that Cyper is dropping hints of how Nora might be his wife who is dead, so can we have Cyper possibly remarried to the reader and is basically being overprotective and doesn't open up on why he is doing until he finally breaks down and reveals his past to them?

Omg overprotective Cypher fdsjkjkfnsdsdsg

Hi nonny! I’ll gladly do this request! Hope you like it!

~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: possessive tendencies, mentions of death

Word Count: 500+

Genre: some angst, fluffy ending, established relationship

Pairing(s): Cypher x GN!Reader

It’s not a surprise that Cypher keeps a lot on the down low, even from you. He keeps things furitively hidden away. Of course you want to respect his privacy but then again you guys are married, there shouldn’t be many secrets…right?

You know that he had been married before, but you don’t pry, seeing as you don’t feel as if it’s your place to demand that from him. There are times when you wonder if he remarried just so he could feel a sense of family once again, but he reassures you otherwise, promising that he wouldn’t have married you if he didn’t love you.

Cypher’s not dumb, he knows you’re not fragile like a glass figurine, but he’s still paranoid enough to keep an eye on you when you go out. If he doesn’t go out with you, he always asks you where you’re heading out to before you leave. You didn’t think much of his questioning until one time you stumbled into his workshop to give him a mug of tea and was shocked to find the security cameras of the grocery shop that you visited up on his monitor.

Naturally, you were shocked, I mean I’d like to think that any sane person would be concerned if you found your husband stalking you through hacked security cameras on his computer.

When you confronted him about this, he merely shot you a wounded look as he closed the tab, taking your hand in his. “I was merely keeping an eye on you, you never know what could happen if I’m not there to protect you.”

You let the whole stalking you go for the time being but you can’t shake how uneasy this makes you.

more utc!

When you discover that he has continued to stalk you through the security cameras in various buildings when he’s not with you, that’s when you’re kinda like, ‘oh wow, this crosses the line, maybe I should say something.’

You’re not anger, moreso just confused on why he’s so determined to constantly have his eye on you. He ends up just breaking down in front of you.

He admits that he may be overbearing or too worried about you, but it ultimately stems from the trauma of losing his first wife and child. You’re stunned when you hear what he tells you. You know that he doesn’t speak much of his late first wife and child, but you can tell that it’s having a strain on him.

It’s unusual to see Cypher get so emotionally worked up, seeing as he’s usually very composed and suave, barely flubbing his words. But in the heat of the moment, all you feel is a pang of guilt for assuming the worst.

You pull him in close, gently rubbing circles on his back to soothe him, “I’m sorry,” you murmur, “This couldn’t have been easy for you to talk about.”

“I was just worried about you, I fear for the worst if I’m not there by your side to keep you safe…something I couldn’t do for them.”

You’re grateful that he opened up to you, knowing better than to assume things before actually knowing his real intentions.

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been playing lots of valorant ranked recently and realized im incredibly attracted to sova and now im hyperfixating and there’s a severe lack of valorant/league fics so im gonna try and fix it. this could be a series if yall like it!

sova x gn!reader, angst and comfort, drabble, 650 words

The coldest winter of Siberia could not even compare to the absolute chill that ran through Sova.

What was supposed to be an easy Radianite extraction went south quickly when the team ran into this world’s versions of themselves. Not having Cypher for this mission lent Sova the sole position of information gatherer, so he naturally stood at the exfil point with his drone and precision scouting.

What his drone caught sight of before being shot down nearly sent him into a panic attack. Quickly, he grabbed his remaining shock and scout arrows, rushing forth towards the sound of gunfire and radiance, despite the protests of Viper on the comms. The rattle of dog tags clashing with a ring was all he could hear with the blood rushing to his ears.

Assuming an elevated position, he put away his Operator in favor of shooting out a scout arrow, his mechanical eye swiftly informing him of a heat signature caught by the arrow. By the time he was able to safely make his way over, the spike had already been defused and the alternates’ helicopter was getting ready to lift off. Crouching behind a metal box, the wind from the helicopter blades started to obscure his vision, but he was sure of what he was seeing.

There you were, standing beside this Earth’s Viper and Phoenix. Your mouth was moving, you were breathing, but most of all, you were alive. The ring he had on a chain around his neck was instead still on your finger.

Sova hadn’t even realized that he was standing there long after the helicopter departed. It was his Earth’s Phoenix who had come to retrieve him for the exfil. Phoenix nearly had to drag him back, his thoughts running a mile a minute.

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Sova had nearly torn the door of Brimstone’s office off its hinges. His blue eye was sparking with electricity, anger clear on his face.

“What is the meaning of this?” Sova exclaimed, dropping pictures from the last few seconds of recording his drone had caught. A blurry you was caught in the center frame of all the photos.

“How is my dead partner alive and well in a timeline supposedly the same as ours?” he spat when he received only pitied stares. He stared directly at Viper and Sage, the two women seeming uncomfortable with the enraged hunter’s questions.

He would refuse to leave until he got answers.

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Stepping onto the helicopter pad, you rushed to get inside and debrief as quickly as possible. You ignored Brimstone’s raised eyebrow in question as you sped through the mission details from your point of view. After being dismissed, you sighed in relief and nearly ran towards your designated apartment within the headquarters. Right as you were about to punch in the security code, the door opened to reveal your husband, a tired smile on his face as he opened his arms in welcome. Quickly entering his embrace, you heard a small scoff escape him.

“I heard your steps from a kilometer away, зайка. I do hope you do not run around the battlefield that loudly.” he teased, laughing when you pushed him inside with a huff.

“You’re a hunter, Sova. Of course your trained ears would hear me. Besides, I wasn’t trying to be quiet,” you pouted. The baritone of his laugh forced a smile out of you. Grabbing his hand, you thumbed over his ring, the one which matched your own, and began pulling him towards the bedroom of the apartment.

“You smell like wet dog, dear. Please shower before getting into our bed.”

“Shut it, owl boy.”

so yeah. au where earth 2 sova lost his reader. the russian bit was supposed to be "bunny", bc it sounds cute that a hunter calls his s/o a prey animal.

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To summarise:

6x3 aka Just for the Devil of It!

Brace yourselves, because this recap is going to be insufferable [spelled: *incypherable*; pronunciation tip: use Sam’s Brooklyn accent).

Mr L. strolls into town hell-bent to collect Abigail’s cursed souls and then some.

Pop gives away food for free, and -bam!- in comes Lucifer with a bonus heart attack. Is Capitalism the Devil? If this is symbolism, then I want more!

FBI agent Glen Scot calls FBI agent Betty Cooper, who’s appropriately dressed in her FBI t-shirt, because this is about FBI business.

Betty needs to wring a confession out of TBK (The Trash Bag Killer, Glen helpfully reminds the audience, in case we’ve forgotten what the acronym stands for after all this time) because they can’t link him to any of the murders. Which, in turn, begs the question of how they got him in custody in the first place.

Dark Betty should have been living her best life in Rivervale. Instead, she’s having a(nother) moral crisis.

A serial killer who tortures and dismembers young women (and children?) tells Betty she is evil. I’m shooketh. By the fact that Betty takes this at heart. She takes a cleansing shower in atmospheric blue light.

Alice who had helped sacrifice Archie only 2 episodes ago believes a casino will damn the town. This is interesting considering neither serial killer ex-husband Hal nor serial killer son Charles have ever set foot in one. I guess not everything is in continuity in Rivervale. Cheryl-authorised ritualistic killings only?

While Veronica is bullshitting the og bullshitter (Alice) about her casino, Reggie makes sure the viewers know how illegal everything is in there.

This is an American show, therefore the Devil has a British accent.

He attempts to blackmail Tabitha for Pop’s soul, who’d given it away in exchange for his pop’s soul. Apparently, Tate Sr had sold it in order to ensure the Diner’s success. As the Diner has been struggling, I fail to see how the Devil’s in position to make any propositions. As the original deal ensures the success of “[Tabitha’s] family Diner”, one could argue that the wording implies an obligation to keep the Diner in her family. What in the Devil, writing team?

“Think it over and let me know” says the Devil and hands Tabitha his visiting card, which has no telephone number on it. There’s an address though: Hell is apparently in USA. (But not in Rivervale).

Guess who’s back? Back again? Typewriter’s back! Tell a friend!

“What does the Devil want with a Chock’lit Shoppe?” Jughead, asking the important questions.

It’s the “soft opening” for Babylonium(?) casino. Kevin who did tickle porn for extra cash he didn’t need back in High School, knows a bad deal when he sees one and immediately shakes hands with the Devil in exchange for success, which this show canonically denies him.

Queue musical number.

“I'm wild again, beguiled again / A simpering, whimpering child again / Bewitched, bothered and bewildereddeviled- am I”, sings Kevin. Or he would have, if the writers had a sense of humour.

I don’t believe I’m saying this but … it turns out that Alice was right about this casino breading evil-doing. Yikes!

Veronica explains Lu Cypher’s name, so that all the viewers are aware of the gloriousness that is the Riverdale writers’ room.

The only people on Mr Lu’s list are Archie’s friends. This is highly suspicious. Is it because they’re the show’s main characters or is the Ginger Judas involved in this?

Lu and Ronnie have a chat with fire breathers at the background. Hello, symbolism, my old friend.

It’s a devil of a job but Jughead manages to track down Lucypher and have a talk with him at RHS. He calls it An Interview with the Devil, so that the viewers know that the opportunity for a cult pop reference was not lost on the writers.

The Devil will reveal all the universe’s mysteries to him and Jughead will have to choose between getting fame and glory and never writing again OR creatively scribbling away in obscurity for the rest of his days.

Jughead who’s spent his youth reading Moby Dick and the Beat Generation, but apparently has never heard of Goethe’s Faust, falls for the trap and immediately regrets it. He signs his soul to the Devil in exchange for getting his creative juices all over Betty’s gift.

(Too much?)

Remember how Veronica had fake-flirted with Nick St. Clair back in 2x19, before she’d given him a taste of his own medicine and got $1 million as ransom for his sorry ass in the process? Well, Nick doesn’t and neither do the writers. He falls again for the same trick and signs his soul to the Devil, which seems somewhat redundant, as most viewers had assumed he’d already done that as a teenager.

Reggie gets scorned by Satan, in case we’ve forgotten he’s not as good as Archie. It turns out the Devil was not after his soul after all. Reggie claims to have helped Lu trap Veronica’s soul because he knew she’d find a way out. I guess he just forgot to tell her all about it till now.

Apparently, the She-Wolf of Wall Street had been signing documents without reading them first. This would have never happened if Hiram were still in town. Just saying.

You know it’s Hell, when there’s not one but two musical numbers.

Lu proposes to take Alice’s soul in exchange for Veronica’s. Veronica has cold feet.

You had one job, Ronnie! One! Job!

She eventually saves herself by offering other people’s souls: one each week for the rest of her life. Endgame lover Reggie goes first. You know, the one soul Lu didn’t want in the first place? Peak Riverdale writing.

TBK turns out to be the Devil in disguise. Literally. In a town full of serial killers and Riverparents (usually one and the same), he calls Betty the Mother of all Evil aka The Whore of Babylon. This is the second time Babylon is referenced, because the writers are like a dog with a bone, when they think they’ve got a good idea.

Glen-no-wedding-rings-detected-in-s5-Scot magically acquires a wife. Betty does her a solid one by offing him for her.

To be fair, she was tricked by the Devil. No contracts for Betty, only self-reflection on a rocking chair.

Remember how s6a was supposed to be a battle between good and evil? No? Well, Riverdale just did! Relax, it hasn’t happened yet. It was just mentioned. THREE times. To make up for the previous 2 episodes.

Archangel Raphael appears to help Tabitha and reward the Tates for all the good they’ve been doing with the Diner. Is this a good time to mention, that -as per this episode’s canon- said good Diner has also been under the Devil’s contract all this time? There’s some kind of contradiction here but who cares?

Pop is alive and well! For one hot minute I thought he’d die and we’d see him in 6x4 all taped up à la Underwood.

Anyway. The Devil produces a contract for Tabitha. Pop signs it instead … because … reasons? They all celebrate with Pop’s famous milkshakes, spiced with the Virgin’s tears (no joking), which enable the Tates to kick Lu out of the Diner. Is there anything Pop’s milkshakes can’t do?

Toffee took her winnings from the previous episode’s bets and went to Veronica’s casino. She would have stayed longer but the untrustworthy albeit hot British gentleman at table 13 made her fur crawl and then Kevin started singing. She invested her money on premium solid wild tuna and a gold-plated can opener. You can never go wrong with canned goods when there’s a battle brewing.

Next episode is all about the character the writers didn’t have time to mention in 6x3.

[no-one-at-all75]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do a sfw fic with cypher and a fem wife reader where she very obviously has a thing for his hands and maybe him teasing her about it

Thank you for reading my request, have a nice day!

It’s so cute and wholesome I couldn’t wait to write it!! Of course I can do this for you anon, it would be my pleasure :)

Keep Your Hand in Mine (Female Reader)

Cypher x Reader fluff

Words: 894

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You were perfectly positioned. Your legs were curled up underneath you, a blanket sprawled on your lap and legs, and a good book in your hands. You read in the warm glow of your fairy lights that you begged your husband to put up for the, as he puts in air quotes, “aesthetic”. You let out a small sigh as you turn the page, your arm rising from its comfortable position against the side of the couch as you flip the fragile paper to uncover unread words. You lean your head on your hand as you continue to read. A sudden dip in the soft cushion makes you glance over to see a smiling face holding a steaming cup of your favorite tea. You give him a small smile and close your book, making sure the book mark is in its place. You carefully take the hot mug into your small hands and give an excited smile as you stare at the amber liquid. You can hear your husband chuckle at your antics as you take a small sip. The burn never felt so good and you let out a small mewl in delight. His chuckle deepens with your mewl.

“My love, the sounds you make are so cute.” He says as he nuzzles into your neck. The tickle of his stubble makes you scrunch your nose trying to hide your tickle spot. You pull away from him and look into his deep brown eyes. His head falls since you moved away from him making him fall into your lap. You giggle as you set the steaming cup on the small side table, being careful not to spill it. Amir readjusts and is facing upward, his head still in your lap. You look down at him softly, your hands making their way to his hair to play with his dark brown locks. He closes his eyes in delight and almost purrs.

“And you say my sounds are odd, you’re literally purring Amir.” You point out. His face quickly bunches together, his eyebrows knitting and his eyes opening. A playful smile adorns his face.

“None like you my love, my life.” He says as he gets up and makes himself comfortable next to you. He places an arm behind you pulling you into his chest. You lean in and take one of his hands into both of yours.

You then start your little routine. You measure your hand against his, noting how small yours is in comparison. He slightly curls the tops of his fingers to meet yours. You then take every single finger and rub them, giving each one a personal message. He leans his head back on the couch, fully sinking into the hand massage. You carefully put that hand down and pick up his other one and do the same routine.

“My love.” Amir groans out. His voice gravely due to him being so relaxed. You let out a small hum to let him know you are listening. “Why do you play with my hands so much?” He questions. You smile to yourself and play with his wedding ring, slowly turning it around his finger. The gold shining brightly even in the warm light.

“I play with your hands because I like them.” You answer innocently. He raises his head up and gives you a questioning look. You give him a soft, adoring look back. Looking at him like he is the best thing in the world. His eyes soften and he takes one of his hands from you and places it on the side of your face, cupping it slightly. You lean into his touch, your eyes still full of love for your husband. He then melts under your gaze.

“‘Because I like them’.” He says in a higher voice slightly mocking you. You giggle and look down, your hands finding the other one. He also chuckles and tries to find your eyes again.

“I do Amir. I love your hands. I don’t know why but…” your sentence drifts away as you carefully take his other hand into yours again. Your fingers gently circle the callouses he has gained from work. They work their way around to different scars we has adorned on his skin, your fingers rubbing them slightly almost trying to get them healed. You look back up at him and find his face giving you a look that you know very well. One that says ‘continue your sentence please’. You give him a small smile and continue while looking into his brown eyes.

“But I love them. And I love you.” You lean in and give him a peck on the lips. He smiles against your peck and leans in a bit more to try and get more of your kiss. You pull back and feel his other hand come up to your face to cup the other cheek. You then put one of your hands on his wrist, gently wrapping your small fingers around. He slightly squishes your face between his hands which makes you giggle and him chuckle at your now squeezed face.

“Ah my love.” He calls as he lets go of your face. Your face almost looks disappointed, missing his warmth. He then quickly gives you a peck on your lips making you smile. “What did I do to deserve a wife like you.”

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Creation of Lazarus

"But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed, so you'd be spared your pain."

-Ra’s al Ghul ----

Ra’s was born in the Arabi desert, to nomads, in 1430. If you asked any person from that tribe what Ra’s was, they would say “A boy with dreams”. Ra’s had dreams of knowledge, dreams of helping others, he dreamed of having a legacy, and a great one at that.

His dreams led him to leave his tribe. He knew that as a nomad, he would never truly achieve what he wished to and the best course of action was to settle down in a great city and continue the measly education that he got as a nomad, and the great knowledge the libraries of the Sultan provided.

His studies led him to a physician. Ra’s requested to become a physician, he wanted to help others, this would offer him an opportunity to study and learn about diseases and ailments, firsthand, and offer him chances to help the sick and injured.

The physician asked for one thing. “I am infirm and soon for the grave. My daughter, Sora, she will need a husband to look after her.” That’s when he heard a yell from the curtain behind the clerk’s desk. A woman swiftly pushed back the curtain to scold her father. “I thought we agreed you’d stop trying to marry me off!”

The girl, clearly about his age, looked at him, let out a quick huff before grabbing his wrist in a vice-like grip and dragging him behind the clerk’s desk, behind the curtain, into what he could now see was a closet, with medicines and serums lining the walls, all filled with cobwebs and dust, clearly having not been used in a while.

“I’ll be honest with you Ra’s… I don’t really like boys much… but I can offer you companionship and support. And if we get married it will make my father’s last days much happier.” He was evaluating what she said as she said it when she quickly looked over to the shelves “And him stop pestering me.” She mumbled more to herself than Ra’s. At that he let out a light chuckle and having thought over her offer gave her his thoughts.

“I admit, I’m more interested in the pursuit of knowledge than women. We might be able to come to some… mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Sora gave a light smile to Ra’s, and he returned it. They both understood the agreement they both had created.

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Within the year, as they all had expected, Sora’s father had died.

Despite them knowing that the time was drawing near, it was still hard. Sora would never admit it, but she shed a tear at his funeral, watching the bird fly through the skies as he was laid out in the Tower of Silence for a sky burial, traditional for his Zoroastrianism.

To cope Ra’s delved into his studies and found a project of the late physician. He had seen him look over it many times, but he had never been allowed to read the texts. He would simply watch as the physician would spend hours pouring over the texts, before the physician would finally come over and teach him about traditional medicinal herbs and serums and their effects. Ra’s forever acknowledges that he learned more in his months under the physician's tutelage, than he ever did in the library.

He learned of how diseases spread, and the common ways they would extend across the city in the matter of weeks. How if they started within the markets, they would quickly spread across many of the peasants, and other middle-class folk, but they wouldn’t get much farther, and how if the diseases started amongst the slaves, they would spread much faster due to the unsanitary conditions, and they would often then be picked up by someone of upper class, as they traditionally had slaves, and spread.

He was eternally grateful for the lessons he was given. They helped him serve the city in incredible ways. Ra’s performed near miracles for anyone who needed it. His reputation started to grow, some upper-class citizens would refuse to come, because Ra’s would cater to slaves, but others would request the treatment of Ra’s and would always find themselves healed within the week.

But these texts that he found of the physicians, seemed to have some pages with herbs and brews, but the majority held drawings of people, dressed in unfamiliar clothing, all bright, with texts in a script he couldn't begin to understand. He looked among the pages and found what looked to be a cypher in the physician's handwriting. The physician had part of the unfamiliar script figured out… no not script… it was CODE! The texts were coded!

All he would need to do was complete the cypher and he would discover what the texts were for.

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Ra’s poured hours into the texts and completing the code, with no such luck.

“It’s no good. These codes your father was working on have me beat. I can’t break it…” He called to his wife, who was currently working in the front of the shop after it closed about an hour ago, she was preparing for the next day, he supposed.

“Perhaps I can help?” She poked her head in from behind the curtain to peer at him being over the table.

“Thank you, Sora. A warm bowl of goat’s milk and nutmeg would be most refreshing.” Ra’s commented back to her, without lifting his eyes from the texts in front of him.

He could practically feel the glare she was giving him. He wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t burn him with the intensity he could only feel from it, and he wasn’t even looking at her.

“I mean with the code. I learnt much from my father and knew he was struggling to complete his final great work, just as much as you. You’re not married to a servant girl, Ra’s. Warm the milk yourself, and let me see those figures.” The defiance in her tone was thick and her anger was subtle yet tangible. He didn’t understand it but that defiance, and strong will made him want to love her.

He knew that their relationship was built on the agreement of companionship, and for the safety of Sora after her father’s death, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t love her. Love the way she would snark him when he would ask her to do things, that he could do himself, love how she would hum as she cooked the dinner that they ate every night, her loved how she would ever so lightly furrow her eyebrow when she was concentrated on work.

Ra’s let out a small smile and turned to meet his wife by the curtain. He bent down to kiss her forehead, “Sora… I believe this is going to be a beautiful marriage.” He gave her a light hug before giving her another kiss on her forehead and mumbling to her just loud enough for her to hear, “I’ll go warm some goat’s milk for the both of us, and you can look over the codes, until I get back, and we can work on them together.” He gave her a light squeeze before unraveling himself from her and going off to warm the goat’s milk, and Sora heading over to the table to study the texts.

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“More code?” Ra’s asked no one in particular. He and Sora had stumbled upon a trapdoor underneath a floor mat in the medicinal closet while cleaning. Ra’s could tell from the hinges alone that it was used regularly. When they opened the hatch they saw that it led down a small ladder, the ladder led to a room, an underground cave almost, despite it being quite dark he could make out the sound of lightly sloshing water and summarized that there was a pool in this cave.

They both held small candles, and when holding them close to the wall they saw it. It was a wall full of more texts! They were familiar enough with the code to recognize that the code from the texts upstairs matched the one in front of them.

A glint of recognition and understanding was in Sora’s eyes. “My father was working on a map of the Tibetan mountains, using the wisdom of the stars and other maps from the libraries of the Sultan. And figuring out the meaning of the code from texts of the ancients. A code showing…” She stopped speaking, her eyes running over a few things before stopping.

“And code of what?” Ra’s questioned Sora’s sudden quietness and turned to give her his whole focus. Her eyes were completely fixed on one drawing. It was of the silhouette of a man, behind him was a circle of purple. The way it was positioned it seemed to be describing the man emitting the purple. Like he was glowing.

He refocused his attention on his wife’s face as she turned to him, “One which tells the way to achieve something men have long dreamed-” he saw the emotions his wife’s face held. Emotions he had never seen in her face before, it was complete and utter disbelief,

“-a wish to change reality.”

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They soon were able to decipher enough code to learn that the Tibetan mountains was the location of the Temple of Guardians, the holders of two pieces of magical jewelry that possessed the ability, when combined, to grant a wish that could alter reality.

Sora and Ra’s had both packed enough for a 3-week trip on horseback, to the Tibetan mountains, and back. Ra’s had won the argument over who would be going, Sora wanting it to be herself, but eventually agreeing Ra’s would be better suited for the job, considering he grew up as a nomad, much to Sora’s chagrin.

He had been on trek for a week and was taking a rest on the side of the dirt road to fill his canteen with water from a stream he saw nearby, when he saw a flash of light blue and white out of the corner of his eyes. He immediately drew one of the daggers that he carried at all times and started to look around for what he saw.

He hadn’t fought anyone in a decade, last time being a practice spar with his uncle the night before he left to go live in the city alone, and even then, he was only okay, but he did know some forms of martial arts and weaponry in theory. He read about it in some of the texts from the library, while theory may not have anything on experience, it was better than nothing.

He was beginning to think he had either come down with a fever and been hallucinating, or he had simply been seeing things, when after five minutes of surveying the area, he could see that no one had been there.

He walked up to his undisturbed horse and grabbed the reins. Upon lifting himself on the horse he heard a light *jingle*. He looked down to find a small drawstring bag tied around the tip of his saddle. He was used to seeing little drawstring bags, like this one, around the shop. Sora often used them to hold the herbs they used for medical purposes, but he didn’t know why she would have packed it, or why it jingled when it was shaken.

He slowly picked it up, examining it as if it were going to spontaneously catch fire. He slowly undid the knot and overturned the contents of it in his gloved hand.

Out fell two earrings and a ring…

A ring that was a black as dark as the night sky he saw as a nomad child, with a pawprint, greener than any grass or any tapestry he had seen before…

And a pair of earrings red as the blood he had seen countless times as a physician, and five distinct spots, black as the ring…

Both the ring and the earrings looking exactly like the drawings he had seen of the Black Cat miraculous and the Ladybug miraculous he had seen in the texts.

Ra’s had learned many lessons in his life, but one of the biggest, most important of them all: There are no coincidences in the world.

Ra’s had no doubt in his mind that in his hand, he held the two most powerful objects in the universe, two objects that would grant him a wish.

Slowly, a grin grew on his face. He immediately seized the reins of his horse, and turned him around, heading faster than he ever had back to the city.

His father-in-law's final project was finally completed on its way to being completed.

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The look on Sora’s face was one he had only seen once before, when they first discovered the small area underneath the shop, complete and utter disbelief.

“This… these jewels… are they really the Black Cat and Ladybug miraculous?” She asked wide-eyed, just looking at what Ra’s had set on the counter after barging into the shop, in a ridiculously loud manner, might she add.

“I do believe it is, they practically feel powerful!”

Sora slowly inched her hand toward where the earrings fell on the counter. The moment she gently brushed her finger against one of the earrings, a bright pink light emitted from it, one that forced both Sora and Ra’s to cover their eyes.

Once the light dimmed, they saw something that was not in the texts.

Both Sora and Ra’s were in a state of shock. It was broken when the thing floated up to her face and began to speak, “Hello my name’s Tikki. I’m the Kwami of Creation!” She said, giving a little twirl in the air.

Ra’s, finally able to speak again, asked, “That does not explain much. What is a ‘Kwami’ and why did you suddenly appear when the earrings were touched by Sora?”

“Ooh. A Kwami is an entity tethered to this plane of reality by the jewelry that is sitting on your counter. I’m the entity of creation. When everything came to be, I came to be with it, not before, not after, some people confuse that.” The ‘Kwami’, as they both learned it was, giggled before continuing with the explanation they both needed, “I’m the thing that gives power to that jewelry, without me, that jewelry is just some antique junk.” She finished her explanation.

It made more sense than just ‘magical jewelry’ to have some entity tethered to it. “If you touch the ring Plagg will come out!” She exclaimed before going over to Ra’s and pulling off his glove and grabbing his hand. She pulled his hand from his side and he willingly allowed the ‘Kwami’ to lift his finger to touch the ring.

A second burst of bright light, green this time, came from the ring. This time Sora and Ra’s expected it so it wasn’t too bad. They only had to blink a couple times before they heard a yawn, “Well that was a good cat nap!” The other ‘Kwami’, who he was guessing his name was ‘Plagg’ from what ‘Tikki’ said, “Do you all have some cheese, I’m starving!”

Sora was the one who pulled herself together enough to answer ‘Plagg’s’ question, “There is some food in the cabinet under the basin. You may find what you are looking for there.” Sora gestured to the curtain and both Kwami got the memo, before floating off where Sora indicated the food would be.

Both Ra’s and Sora locked eyes. Their silent conversation led to them both leaving each other's gaze to eye the ring and earrings. They both agreed that they had no idea what had just happened.

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“That is not a good idea.”

That was the only thing that was said after Sora and Ra’s took them to see the basement beneath their shop that held the texts and the pool. Both of the Kwami were faced away from the texts as ‘they should not see them’. Ra’s gave them an indignant look at their immediate dismissal of their want for a wish.

“This could help hundreds maybe even thousands of people, how is this not a good idea?”

“You don’t understand, the wish has major repercussions, you can always ask for a way to heal the injured and dead, but that wish will have untold side-effects.” Tikki tried to explain to both Ra’s and Sora. The sincerity in her voice was deep, but they did not hear the sadness that lingered in it as well.

“Will you not allow us to make the wish?” Sora asked, tilting her head to the side, as if analyzing the situation.

“We cannot stop you from making the wish, but we must tell you, it will have repercussions, and the one who makes the wish will feel them deeply.” Sorrow again seeped into Tikki’s voice; this time Ra’s noticed it as well.

“Then I will make the wish, I have memorized the incantation and only one of us can make the wish itself.” He pulled the now silver ring and black earrings from his pocket. He placed the ring on his left middle finger. He prepared to force the earrings through his ears, worst case scenario he could use whatever came of the wish to heal himself, only to be pleasantly surprised when the earrings glided through his ear as if he did have a piercing.

Both the Kwami moved to the outstretched hands Ra’s offered and sat down. Ra’s failed to notice the tears in Tikki’s eyes, and the downcast look on Plagg’s face.

The moment he uttered the last syllable, the rush to Ra’s was undeniable. He felt immense amounts of power seeping into his veins.

“I wish to have the means to heal any injury and return any person from death.”

And everything went quiet. All the power he was feeling only moments ago, felt like it was running off him, like dirt would in a shower.

He looked over to see Sora sitting in the ground shielding her face, much in the same manner she was when they first met the Kwami.

Both the earrings and ring started to burn lightly, so he ripped them off and threw them behind him, before running over to Sora and helping her stand.

Ra’s felt at his ear, where he just ripped the earring out, noticing the earrings didn’t leave so much as a scar.

Looking to check over Sora, he saw out of the corner of his eyes a bright green glow.

Both Ra’s and Sora looked over to see a neon, toxic green color at the bottom center of the pool.

It was mesmerizing how the green stretched from a small center at the bottom of the pool out, almost like tentacles, or tree roots growing out in the dirt.

He continued to watch until the entire pool was filled with the green, when he saw the same white and light blue flash out of the corner of his eyes. He tried to turn quickly and catch it, but the only thing he saw was an empty room.

A room empty of both the Black Cat and Ladybug miraculous.

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Life went on relatively normal for Ra’s and Sora. They cleaned out the basement and removed the texts, as they were no use to him anymore, and cleaned the area.

When finding a name, they settled on one- Lazarus Pit - from a biblical story that Sora’s father mentioned in one of the texts.

He had said ‘he wanted to be able to do the same as the Christian’s god, and revive the dead. And if the wish truly worked, it would be able to, they had yet to try the pit and test the magic that quite obviously resided within it.

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As time went on, and the pit remained below their feet, Ra’s continued his work as a physician, continuing working miracles without the use of the pit, which was an actual miracle. His reputation grew both of his physician's duties, and of the great mind he held. He was referred to as “the greatest mind of his age” by some.

Ra’s had heard him referred to as this on occasion, but he didn’t realize just how far word of his miracles went until the Sultan’s guard requested his aid in healing the prince who had fallen ill.

As the guards left his shop, leaving him with the letter asking him officially of his aid he immediately turned to Sora with quite possibly the largest smile he ever had on his face, “If I could cure the prince-- our reputation would be made, I’d have the funding to push my research forward-”

He was cut off by Sora who he only realized was rubbing her temple with her hands at his rant, “The prince is nothing but a cruel young aristo-- I’ve caught him leering at me in the Bazaar!”

“Don’t do this Ra’s. We can do without the Sultan’s money!” Sora pleaded to him. She held a look of concern on her face that Ra’s completely ignored, rather thinking about what he could possibly do with the benefits of healing a prince.

“You’re wrong! When I walked through the desert, I nurtured a dream. This is my way to fulfill it!”

Ra’s turned away from Sora, and headed down below the shop, to the Pit.

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Everything went wrong. And Ra’s had no idea how.

Everything was going fine.

The royal guards had brought the sick prince to his shop as requested by Ra’s. The moment he saw the prince Ra’s knew that he was on his deathbed… he knew the only way to help him was using the Lazarus Pit.

He had the guards bring him down the ladder and he followed them, with Sora by his side.

They dipped the prince in the Pit. They let him wade. It was only seconds, maybe a minute, at most, before the prince burst out from under the water. Certainly not sickly like he was, to the point of not being able to walk, not like he was when he arrived.

For the briefest moment Ra’s lived in this fantasy where the Pit healed the Prince, and Ra’s got the reputation he wanted, the funding he needed, and got to continue the research that he always wanted to. He lived in this fantasy where he and Sora worked side-by-side, studied medicine, and became great physicians known for their miracles.

This fantasy ended when the prince left at Sora his eyes, we're not the same as they were when he went in; they were yellow and feral. There was a snap before the guards were able to subdue him. They only realized that the snap was from Sora’s neck. And Sora laid on the ground with scratch marks on her face, her head bent at an unnatural angle, and a small drop of blood dripping down her cheek, from her mouth.

Ra’s fell beside her body, unmoving, he saw out of the corner of his eyes, the prince stopped struggling in the guards' arms and seemed to gain some form of coherency of the situation, but he could not look away from her. He didn’t even breathe until the guards grabbed him as well and put a bag over his head.

Everything went wrong.

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They said he killed her. The Sultan was told by the prince’s guards that his son had killed the wife of the physician that treated him for his illness.

That he had snapped her neck. In return the guards were killed. They could not have the truth be spread. It could cause uprising if such rumors were told to others. So, the moment he was told the story, directly from the prince’s guards who had been there, and he got assurance that they had taken the husband -the physician- and put him in the dungeons, and after that assurance was placed, he had his personal guards slit their throats.

It wasn’t hard to say it was the husband who did it. Without the guards to tell what happened, and the physician in such a state of shock he wouldn’t even talk, no one questioned what the Sultan said.

How did this happen again?

Why did the prince look like that?

He looked feral?

His eyes were near yellow?

Why would he attack her?

Why would he kill her?

Why did he seem to be fine after a minute or being restrained?

Why?

Why?

Why?

They were the only questions Ra’s was asking himself of late.

He was completely unreactive on the outside but was perfectly aware of what was happening. He was perfectly aware of how the Sultan was placing the blame on him. How the Sultan was saying he killed Sora. He killed his wife.

And yet he knew that regardless of the fact he was innocent, he would still be blamed and persecuted for her death. So, he sat still and continued to ask those questions in his head.

How did this happen again?

Why did the prince look like that?

He looked feral?

His eyes were near yellow?

Why would he attack her?

Why would he kill her?

Why did he seem to be fine after a minute or being restrained?

Why?

Why?

Why?

He knew he was being gagged, tied up, and dragged from his cell from the dungeons beneath the castle. He knew that this is when they would punish him. It would be death.

How he would die?

He did not know.

Likely a public flogging, beating, or torture of some kind before then bend him over a rock and to take his head off.

And to be honest, Ra’s couldn’t feel anything, he was completely numb as his knees, calves, and feet were dragged over the dirt, and cobble leaving long scars. He knew they were supposed to sting, and burn, and just hurt, but he couldn’t feel a thing. He knew that was a bad sign, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He didn’t start to see anything until he saw it. There was a cage in the center of the courtyard, black iron, probably burning hot with the sun as it is, but that is not what caught his eye. It was the body of Sora that laid in it.

He started to feel the burn of the metal as they forced him in the same small cage as Sora. He was forced to curl in on himself as her body lay not 6 inches from him. Sat up against the side of the cage, with rope tied around her neck and waist, keeping her sitting upright, and facing the rest of the unbearably small cage. Her eyes still opened in the same shock they were in when he first was beside her body.

He felt as the cage was lifted up, the burn of the hot metal only worsening, as they carried the cage out to the city walls, to leave him in the desert to die.

----

His eyes never stayed off Sora’s for long. He remembered what her eyes looked like…

… these are not her eyes.

Sora’s eyes held none of what it used to. Her eyes held confidence, charm, they held stubbornness and defiance. All the things that made Sora the woman she was. All the things that were devoid in those eyes.

Those eyes were open and held only one thing: fear. And that was unlike Sora at all. Sora was never afraid.

But maybe she was of death. Maybe her eyes held fear because she realized what was going to happen…

...because she realized she was going to die.

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Ra’s didn’t know how long he sat in that cage outside the city walls, staring into the unfamiliar eyes.

All he knew was that the trance was broken by the sound of creaking metal. The hinges. And the feeling of hands going under his arms and pulling him up. He had the strength to turn his head and be met with a face that was faintly familiar.

“Who are you?” He weakly rasped out. “Sabih, I’m a slave for the al-Hafiz family. You saved my mother from dysentery four months ago… I figured I owed you the same.”

And that’s all they said. That’s all they said when he walked back towards the al-Hafiz property. That’s all they said after Sabih settled him in the stables and fed him some water and leftover scraps. That’s all they said as Sabih handed Ra’s a small bag with some water, and food in it. That’s all they said before Ra’s returned to the outside of the city walls, and left on a search for the nomadic tribe he was born and raised in.

He didn’t know what to do, but he was going to figure it out, but not do it in that city.

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It took him a few weeks, and some manual labor in return for supplies, before he found his uncle’s nomads and took control. It was relatively easy.

By the time he had found the nomads he had been able to sort through his mind. Find his priorities.

And right now, he wanted one thing: he wanted the great city to burn.

He wanted them all dead, he just had to be smart about it. He was thankful, now more than ever for the lessons Sora’s father gave.

He learned of how diseases spread, and the common ways they would extend across the city in the matter of weeks. How if they started within the markets, they would quickly spread across many of the peasants, and other middle-class folk, but they wouldn’t get much farther, and how if the diseases started amongst the slaves, they would spread much faster due to the unsanitary conditions, and they would often then be picked up by someone of upper class, as they traditionally had slaves, and spread.

It would be easy, he would start by giving a disease to the slaves, if the disease would spread quick enough, it could be passed down the classes and severely weaken the city. Especially if the slaves were hit first, considering that the city was built with them as their foundation.

----

The city was ravaged. Those who didn’t die of disease were killed by Ra’s and his men. When the priests of the Zoroastrian Delegation asked if they spared them and their Holy Towers of Silence. Ra’s turned to the man who was the messenger of the request and bared his teeth.

“Kill the priests. Burn their sacred buildings!”

Ra’s stood in before the destruction he caused. He returned to the city a very different man from when he first arrived there.

A man with a different dream…

Ra’s walked back to the old shop. One that he spent much time in. Leading the others down to the opening below the shop to allow them to see the Lazarus Pit.

“Uncle, you are still the leader of our tribe, but the tribe I am describing will stretch farther than the sands of Arabi. Stretch into every land… past the wall of every city.” Ra’s spoke keeping his voice low and authoritarian. His uncle let off a chuckle.

“Oh, nephew. Just like your father. You were always the dreamer. What you speak of it too… fantastical.” His words made Ra’s a bit angry, but a bit smug at the same time. His uncle had no idea what the Pit in front of his very eyes was capable of.

“*tch* My father never had half my vision, Uncle, nor half my talent.”

His uncle just sputtered in response, “But… it would take several lifetimes for one man to accomplish what you speak of!”

Ra’s just smirked at his words, “Yes, uncle. Yes indeed. And it will be quite some journey.”

“I don’t understand.”

Ra’s focused on the pit, reminded of Tikki’s words…

“You don’t understand, the wish has major repercussions, you can always ask for a way to heal the injured and dead, but that wish will have untold side-effects.”

“We cannot stop you from making the wish, but we must tell you, it will have repercussions, and the one who makes the wish will feel them deeply.”

He truly did. The creation of this wish helped him achieve one of his life’s greatest desires, one of his greatest loves, and in return he lost the love of his life, Sora.

And if you are to use the Lazarus Pit to heal physical injuries, you will suffer from temporary loss of sanity.

Truly a balance.

“You will learn in time. Time is something we have a great deal of. The destruction of this city… has unleashed a demon.

And I… Ra’s al Ghul… I am truly the Demon’s Head!”

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Heavily based off of Batman Annual Vol. 1 26

‘al Ghul’ translates to Demon’s Head in Arabic. Notice how that ‘al Ghul’ is only used during the quote at the beginning of the story(yes I did use a quote from the Nolan movies. It fit really well), and at the end when he loses it.

This is the closest I could possibly get to DC canon on Ra’s al Ghul’s origin. In the original Ra’s does not create the pits he simply finds them, with the help of maps left behind by the physician. I wrote this because I really wanted a Miraculous created Lazarus pit, but one that also had Sora in it. I really like her for the scene with the goat’s milk (that is comic accurate, you can check) and what happened to her was NOT deserved. I also wanted to show the human side of Ra’s, and how rage drove him to be such an evil person.

Also a headcanon of mine is that any miraculous jewelry that is some sort of piercing, does not actually require a piercing to wear, it will just go through the skin as if there was a piercing.

The ‘light blue flash’ that Ra’s thinks he hallucinated was a holder of the Rabbit miraculous leaving both the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous to him. This is done because the Lazarus pits are necessary to a stable timeline, not because whatever holder of the Rabbit miraculous is active, thought it was a good idea. They were practically forced.

Ra’s and Sora were closer to each other than anyone else, she was referred to as the love of his life, and they really had a deep bond and when Sora was killed he was broken. In the comic I based this off of, Talia even says, “[...]the death of Sora broke your grandfather’s heart… and forever darkened his soul.” when speaking to Damian.

[w1ngfanchu]

Idk, enjoy this crackfic! Happy birthday Otto!!! Chusi don’t look, tw blood, caps, death, cursing, religion/god/heaven/hell mention, fire mention

Wing pulled his raven dark hair into a messy bun, and gazed at his dark brown orbs in the mirror. He could see them sparkle in the reflection. He heard a knock at the door.

“come in!” he cried, with a deep, husky voice. His father, cypher, walked in and sat on his bed.

“Hello son” he said, his voice grave and unfamiliar due to the years Wing had gone without hearing it, “I have some news.” Wing sat down beside his father. “Wing, I am eloping with your friend Nigel’s dad, Mr Darkdoom. I do not want him to see the family disappointment so I am sending you away to live with your aunt. Pack your things, you have 10 minutes.” With that he left, and wing could see his glassy orbs stained with tears that glistened like raindrops.

“HOW COULD YOU” he shouted at the closed door, but there was no response. Packing his things, he reflected on where he would go, as mother gothel, who shared his ebony black hair, lived in Italy. Nobody knew her real name, though some suspected it was Maria.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Wing ran downstairs, tears flying out of his dark sight balls. When it opened there she was, Mother Gothel.

“hello nephew, get in the car.” He listened and sat, his movements seemingly uncontrollable. The drive to the airport was silent. Wing could see a picture of God, and his inhuman face, on the window, and it felt as if it was staring into his dark soul. For Wing wasn’t like other people, as instead of makeup and talking about politics, he studied deities and myths. The car stopped. They got on a plane and flew to Italy.

When Wing woke up, he was in a strange room. He was scared. The door opened and Mother Gothel came inside. “Nephew dearest, I have…business to attend to. While I am gone I have sent for someone to keep you company. He is from another powerful family as I do not want you interacting with the wrong sort. Get changed and breakfast is downstairs.” She left, and he felt so small in such a big room.

Wing went downstairs after getting changed, and started spreading ruby or blood red jam with a surprisingly sharp knife that glistened like jewels on some snow white bread when the doorbell rang. He went to open it, and when he did, he dropped the knife in shock. The creature at the door had spiky white hair, beautiful in the light of the sun, and the face of a weasel on an otherwise human body, which was wearing a black jumpsuit. Lightning fast, Wing watched the creature snap his fingers and saw the knife now hovering just above his left foot.

“Hi. You must be Wing. I can already tell you are special, as you seem to be able to observe my true form.” His voice was beautiful, and the sound was heaven in Wing’s ears. “My name is Ottoious Britain Lucy Number One Weasel the third, but you may call me Otto Weasel.” Otto Weasel. The name was as beautiful as the boy himself.

“nice to meet you” wing stammered, feeling his cheeks grow hot. “thank you for saving me” Wing saw Otto smile and his cheeks grew hotter. Otto Weasel’s blue orbs twinkled like the sun reflecting in the sea, only prettier. Otto Weasel was walking inside and setting down a giant bat and a suitcase. Wing felt his heart beat faster at the thought of this amazing person-weasel? Person living in the same house as him. He felt blessed to even be in the same room as him now.

They spent the day in the mansion, Otto Weasel doing things no human should be able to do. He would summon snacks and riches seemingly out of nowhere, and would toss Wing up so high but catch him every time. He made flowers grow from the marble floors, thick vines filled with grapes, which tasted almost sweeter than the sound of Otto Weasel’s voice when he laughed. When Mother Gothel came home, they ate and went to bed.

The next day, Otto Weasel took Wing outside, barely pushing past the vines that covered the house, and they ran through the streets of Italy, hand in unlovable hand. It took wing a minute to realise that they had started floating, legs no longer pushing the ground but the air while they ran. Looking at Otto Weasel’s glorious weasel face, his sparkling ice blue seeing balls seemed familiar.

“Otto Weasel” Wing started “Otto Weasel, can I ask you something?” Wing stammered, his stomach twisting.

“Yes” came Otto Weasel’s response, “but first I will ask you a question” Otto Weasel continued, his pale cheeks redder than rubies. “Wing, will you be my human boyfriend?” he spluttered, squeezing Wing’s hand.

“Otto Weasel, I thought you would never ask!” wing replied, also blushing. “ Of course I will go out with you. You are my entire world. Where you go, I go” Seeing Otto Weasel’s smile made all of Wing’s worries melt away, despite the fact that they were floating very high off the ground.

“Love, you have not asked your question” Came Otto Weasel’s voice. Wing suddenly felt foolish but he had to ask now.

“Are you god?” Wing asked, before turning away.

“If you want me to be” Otto Weasel replied, as he started bringing them back down to the ground.

When they went back to the mansion, Mother Gothel looked furious. Her ebony hair was pulled into a bun and her eyes held the fury of hell. She sent them both up without dinner, but they had not told her about their new relationship or dinner would not be the only thing they lost that day.

When Wing woke up, he stretched his arms which felt as heavy as lead. He went downstairs to see Otto Weasel chanting quietly under his breath.

“Good morning Otto Weasel, what are you doing?” But Otto Weasel did not stop. Wing felt himself grow tired, and collapsed onto the ground. He was dreaming, he saw bright lights, and strangers. One had blood red hair and was speaking in a Scottish accent. Another was blonde and swinging on vines, though it looked like she was flying. There were two boys, holding hands and eating cake while the one with glasses, who looked extremely like Wing’s friend Nigel, was watering a plant with red liquid. There was also an old man, standing beside a woman with swords covered in heavenly fire, and they were speaking to a man, a familiar man. His father’s new husband.

“these were my friends” Otto Weasel’s voice appeared in his head. He could see them, standing on what seemed to be a cloud bathed in blue light, and Wing could vaguely see something bright and golden in the background-

Wing was jolted upright. Otto Weasel’s expression was blank, as if nothing had happened. Wing got up and they ate breakfast in silence, which was only broken once by Wing’s quiet gasp as Otto Weasel put his hand on top of his.

After breakfast they got up and Wing went to his room to study the schoolbooks Mother Gothel had left for him to revise. Wing opened his religion studies book and saw a face similar to Otto Weasel’s but older. Wing couldn’t focus on his books, not with Otto Weasels sharp Snow White hair, his beautiful pale face, and his laughter like the bells of heaven on his mind. So Wing went to find his beloved Otto Weasel.

When he did, Otto weasel took his hand and showed him around the mansion. His heart fluttering, he could do nothing but follow as Otto weasel led him to the cinema, where they sat under the dimmed lights to watch Wing’s favourite movie, Cars 2. During the movie, Wing gave Otto Weasel a blood red rose, and they were both silent apart from the sound of their beating hearts.

And just as Mater met Finn, Wing felt the gentle press of Otto Weasel’s romantically weaselly lips upon his. Wing felt sparks fly across his body, and felt the world melt away until it was only him, Otto Weasel and the talking cars. The kiss felt like hellfire, passionate and warm, but also like the springs of heaven, comforting and calm. They broke apart after a few short minutes and watched to the end of the movie. They left holding hands, and went upstairs to study together. When Mother Gothel came home, they ate then went to bed.

The next week passed similarly. Wing and Otto Weasel’s bond strengthened and things were almost perfect. But Wing was having nightmares. The people he had seen during breakfast, the people on the cloud were yelling terrible things. They were telling him to run, run far away while he still could. Wing decided to keep these from Otto Weasel as he had been looking stressed that day, and Wing felt bad to burden him with his own problems too.

A few more days passed, and mother Gothel still did not know about their relationship. And today, Otto Weasel looked more stressed than ever. Then at breakfast, just after Mother Gothel was leaving, Otto Weasel slipped Wing a note. It read “my love, you must escape. Leave and never look back”. He felt Otto Weasels soft, once gentle hands push him towards the door, panic in Otto Weasel’s ocean blue orbs. But there was a problem. Mother Gothel was still there and had a good reason. The vibes Otto Weasel had made so long ago were now blocking the door completely, not a hint of outside could be seen.

Mother Gothel snatched the note and read it. Her face twisted into a frown, and she stared at them. She was about to speak when suddenly blue light radiated from the roof.

They heard a voice booming across the mansion “OTTOIOUS BRITAIN LUCY NUMBER ONE WEASEL THE THIRD” It cried, shaking the ground, “YOU HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE” Otto Weasel’s eyes flashed, a dangerous look on his face. “MARIA” the voice continued, “YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MUST DO”

Mother Gothel turned to Otto Weasel. “Wing. Who is he really?” She asked, not taking her eyes off Otto Weasel.

“God?” Wing whispered, flinching at the pain on Otto Weasel’s face.

“GOD?” Mother Gothel yelled “YOU THINK HE IS GOD?” Her face was contorted and she looked to be in pain. “Tell him” she cried at Otto Weasel “let him know what you really are”

Otto Weasel walked slowly towards his boyfriend. Standing on his tiptoes, he held Wing’s chin to point it down at him. “Wing I have not fully been honest with you” he started, voice cracking, “I’ve betrayed the ones I live, I’ve betrayed you.” Otto Weasel pushed a loose strand of Wing’s hair behind his ears. “I was told to do one thing. And I failed. Because I was selfish. I wanted to keep you safe, safe from Him, but in doing so, I’ve damned us all” Otto Weasel’s orbs were glistening with bushes tears, dewdrops on his rosy cheeks..

“Otto Weasel, what are you talking about?” Wing’s question came out in a fast rush of emotion. He hated the pain on his lovers face.

“Your stepfather. You may not know it, but he is an angel. He was coming to visit, but he was bringing along someone i knew would hurt you. He brought your dad. So I’ve kept them trapped in this very house, in a room you couldn’t see, to keep you safe. But now they’re free. And they want revenge.” Just as he finished Wing aww two people walk in. Darkdoom, and his father, armed with a gun. Pointed right at him.

Otto Weasel raised his arm at Cypher. Mother Gothel started towards him then stopped “Otto Weasel, you know what will happen if you hurt gods son in law”

“I do. And I don’t care. If Anyone hurts wing I will stop at nothing to get my revenge. His love is worth more than the lives of anyone in this planet and I will fuck your up if you hurt him” Wing felt himself blush, but was unable to move. He still couldn’t move when he saw his father’s hand squeeze the trigger. He couldn’t move as he saw the bullet flying at him. But he could move to look down to see red stains on his white shirt.

Otto Weasel screamed a bloodcurdling scream. The ground shook as Wing fell to the floor, helpless as the world started to burn, flames pouring from Otto Weasel’s hand, heading towards Cypher. Wing felt Otto Weasel fall next to him and cradle his face, as a portal of fire and screams opened up next to him. Mother Gothels last words came “hell is your home now Otto Weasel but I shall share it with you” with that she lunged at cypher and threw his gun at Wing.

Otto Weasel’s beautiful voice, dampened by the curse of sadness reached his ears “Wing you know what will happen if you do this” he said, as wing drowsily turned the gun upon the man who used to be his father. “I know, my love” he said, finger on the trigger, and he quietly gasped as he felt Otto Weasel’s hand cover his for the last time on Earth. “Otto Weasel I-“

“I know what I’m doing Wing. Of course I will go out with you. You are my entire world. Where you go, I go. And if that is hell, then j will gladly accept my fate, as long as you are there with me”

Together they pulled the trigger and watched as Cypher fell. The portal came closer as wing felt the world fading away, his love’s face getting farther and farther away. The red of hellfire matching the red of Otto Weasel’s blush, and Wing knew that existence without Otto Weasel was a fate worse than death.

But when Wing woke up, he was bathed in blue light, so alone in the void that is eternity.

And when Otto Weasel woke up, bathed in red light, he knew it was all for nothing. Wing was gone and he was alone, so alone in the void that is eternity.

[escapewithbts]

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I have seen this tag list a couple places now and I thought it would be fun to answer the questions :) Feel free to do it, too!

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1. Who was your bias when you first started liking BTS? 2. Who is your current bias? 3. Which member is your bias wrecker? 4. What is your favorite Bangtan Bomb? 5. What is your favorite BTS song? 6. Which member appears in your dreams the most? 7. What’s your favorite BTS music video? 8.Whose solo song and/or mixtape do you like the most? 9. What is your favorite BTS choreography? 10. How long have you been an ARMY? 11. Which album’s tracklist is your favorite? 12. Which member would you choose to be your best friend? 13. Which member would you choose to be your husband? 14. Which member makes you laugh the most? 15. Which episode of Run BTS! is your favorite?

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1. Who was your bias when you first started liking BTS?

 - RM! He was the first member I noticed and I was instantly attracted to his looks and mannerisms.

2. Who is your current bias?

  - Min Yoongi :) It’s funny because in the beginning when I would rank them in order of who I liked the most SUGA would always be last. It wasn’t until I really watched a lot of their interviews and videos that I realized how he really is and how it just takes time to warm up to him (a common occurrence with most new ARMY haha our sweet tsundere Yoongs).

3. Which member is your bias wrecker?

- Jungkookie! He’s so special and his dorkiness really gets to me sometimes. I think we would be good friends!

4. What is your favorite Bangtan Bomb?

- I have watched the one where Jungkook and Jimin do the ‘Coming of Age Ceremony’ dance way more times than I’d like to admit. They both look so sexy but adorable at the same time (let’s be real though, that’s every member always (their duality, man))... also I love the bomb of their dance practice for Baepsae, (which coincidentally is on the same day as the first clip of the other bomb). They look like they’re having so much fun, that song hypes me uuuuup and I think it’s hilarious that Yoongi loses rock, paper, scissors and has to do the freestyle dance.

5. What is your favorite BTS song?

- ahh I struggle with this so much! It really depends on my mood. When I want to be hyped up I listen to Baepsae or BTS Cypher 4 or UGH!. I also love the Mic Drop remix with Steve Aoki and Idol. Blood, Sweat and Tears is a good one, too. And of course Dynamite and Butter because I can sing along to those for the whole song. So... yeeeaah, clearly I don’t really have a favorite lol

6. Which member appears in your dreams the most?

- I dream about them kind of frequently tbh, it’s a little worrisome hahaha. Umm, I think SUGA has shown up the most

7. What’s your favorite BTS music video?

- Save Me or Mic Drop!

8. Who’s solo song and/or mixtape do you like the most?

   - I love Epiphany so much. Jin holds a special place in my heart. I’m also obsessed with Daechwita and Yoongi’s D-2 mixtape in general.

9. What is your favorite BTS choreography?

   - Idol!

10. How long have you been an ARMY?

   - Not long... only 10 months! Where had they been all my life??

11. Which album tracklist is your favorite?

  - Love Yourself: Answer! So many classics on that album

12. Which member would you choose to be your best friend?

  - Can all of them be an answer?? for real though. Jimin or Jungkook or Jin or j-hope. uhhhhh clearly I can’t decide LOL (and I have a friendship thing for the J line?)

13. Which member would you choose to be your husband?

   - Hmmm... probably Seokjin! He can cook, he and I have the same cheesy sense of humor, he seems pretty easy-going, he has a knack for fancier things but isn’t flashy about it, he’s goofy but serious/mature when he needs to be. idk, he just seems like he would be good husband material!

14. Which member makes you laugh the most?

    - omg all of them make me laugh. I’ve laughed so hard watching their videos that I’ve cried. It’s a great feeling haha. If I had to say one member, probably Jin or Namjoon. RM’s humor is so underrated.

15. Which episode of Run BTS! is your favorite?

   - I love episodes 83-85 called Summer Outing 1, 2 & 3 where they spend the day at a lake and participate in a bunch of water activites and then partake in a Manito game. I also love love love episodes 97 & 98 called Pajama Party omg Jungkook is adorable in those and they’re so hilarious. Honestly, I’ve made a whole list of my favorite Run episodes, maybe I will post it!

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[eelhound]

"This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony...

Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of the constitution and the Bible, which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery — the great sin and shame of America! 'I will not equivocate; I will not excuse;' I will use the severest language I can command; and yet not one word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, or who is not at heart a slaveholder, shall not confess to be right and just...

For the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not astonishing that, while we are ploughing, planting and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, silver and gold; that, while we are reading, writing and cyphering, acting as clerks, merchants and secretaries, having among us lawyers, doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators and teachers; that, while we are engaged in all manner of enterprises common to other men, digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep and cattle on the hill-side, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives and children, and, above all, confessing and worshipping the Christian’s God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!...

What, then, remains to be argued? Is it that slavery is not divine; that God did not establish it; that our doctors of divinity are mistaken? There is blasphemy in the thought. That which is inhuman, cannot be divine! Who can reason on such a proposition? They that can, may; I cannot. The time for such argument is passed.

At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed. O! had I the ability, and could I reach the nation’s ear, I would, to-day, pour out a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and its crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and denounced.

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy — a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour.

Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the old world, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival."

- Frederick Douglass, from "What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?" 5 July 1852.

[kanaesparadise]

Liane was kidnapped in a cold and dark place, she was tied with several red threads. She woke up and got desperate

Liane - what an irony... before, I tied my victims with red threads, but now I'm being tied with red threads... funny

??? - I agree with you

Liane saw the shadow of a person coming close to her

Liane - who are you?

??? - a friend of the person called Rough Cut, the one you captured, but now I've captured you. But it seems I captured your little girl too

Liane - WHERE IS SHE?! DON'T YOU DARE TO HURT HER!! WHAT YOU WANT?!

??? - I just want the Rough Cut released, so I'll release you and your little girl... don't worry, I sent a picture to your husband, he must be worried already

meanwhile, Yoru is watching the photo of his dear and future wife with shaking hands

"WHERE ARE YOU PLANNING TO GO!? MY NAME IS NOT MARI OHARA IF I LET YOU DO ANYTHING ON YOURSELF BEFORE BRIMSTONE COME!"

"SHUT UP, BEING MY SISTER DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING!"

"YES, THAT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING, SO YOU CAN'T GO! AND THERE IS NO ONE HERE TO FIX YOUR STUPID MOVEMENTS!"

Mari was trying to hold Yoru while he was trying to leave, which made Mari angry. Nanami was frightened as she hugged Jett in her arms and stared at them. Sova had hurried over to help Mari and grabbed Yoru;

"Acting like that doesn't help us Yoru!"

Sage rubbed her head angrily while Mari looked at Sage for approval. Sage took her hand from her forehead and nodded in agreement. She asked Sova to hold him from behind. She stared at Yoru, crossing her fingers. While Yoru was still shouting at Sova, he was suddenly silenced by a hard punch to the face;

"I really can't believe you made me do this."

When Brimstone and Viper entered the room, they were surprised that Yoru was silent;

"Interesting. How could you keep him quiet like that?"

At Viper's question, Astra laughed;

"In fact, he wasn't shutting up, when Mari punched him hard in the face, he suddenly shut up!"

"Very good punch, girl!"

Phoenix and Raze both laughed and said the same things at the same time. Mari smiled and turned to Nanami and Jett and waited for Brimstone to say;

"Because of this idiot we're babysitting, Liane was kidnapped. I'm not sure if we should give him to them. Any other ideas?"

"I have!"

Killjoy raised her hand and began to speak, walking slowly;

"Everybody I've costumed I've chipped in in case anything happens to you. But I don't know if she was kidnapped while wearing her costume. We can still check that signal. Cypher, you can help me out, right?"

"Of course I do, ma'am."

"Excellent!"

[fishingforsims]

Blessed BPR: Gen One Summary

Our story begins with a runaway queen in a new realm. Revelry Blessed escaped from under her husband’s thumb and into another world. She finds a home in a small section of ruins, likely the remains of a castle, perhaps even of a kingdom she might have known, once. Here, she meets a charming man named West Weatherford. He’s warm and gracious and sweet and everything she needs to fall in love. Lucky for her, he loves her back. Things progress quickly and soon she finds herself pregnant. She gives birth to twins: Querido and Joy.

But all is not bliss for Revelry and West! Elsewhere, King Lava and their son, Prince Blaze, arrive in the mundane realm. Lava is intent on finding his wife, angry that she’d run both from her kingdom and her family. Blaze, understanding of his mother’s plight, tries to calm his father and minimize the fallout. Lava storms away, Blaze reluctantly following him to their hideaway, a space within the veil.

Once Lava finally finds Revelry, he’s heartbroken to see she is not only in love with another man, but has started a new family. Blaze, still trying to see the best in his mother, proposes his father wait. He gives excuses as to why he shouldn’t rush out immediately, buying time to talk to his mother himself.

Revelry and West soon welcome a third child, Dusk. Shortly thereafter, Revelry begins searching for traces of her home realm, stumbling across the tree Lava used to enter the veil. Upon finding a small settlement there, she feels someone watching her. Blaze calls to his mother from afar and they have a tearful reunion. Revelry apologizes for not being able to take him with her. She’d tried, but the portal only pulled her through. Blaze assures his mother that he doesn’t resent her, however much he’s missed her. He fills her in on Lava’s plan to take her home, warning her to leave with her new family, to run. Revelry tells him not to worry, that they’ll figure things out. Reluctantly, she leaves her son for a second time.

West finds Revelry on the shore, thinking things over. He prods for information about her dark mood, but as he has no idea about either Revelry’s true identity or her past, she evades his questions. He tells her he has one more question, and asks her to marry him. She agrees, of course. Putting all bad thoughts out of her mind, she instead enjoys the night with her new finacé.

Months pass and Revelry and West decide to simply elope, going on an outing to the ruins where he took her that first day. It’s beautiful, but just as they’re about to exchange vows, Lava interjects. Chaos follows as Lava demands Spirit (Revelry’s real name) show who she really is. West, believing this man to be a stranger to them both, tries to get him to leave. However, when Revelry seems to turn inward, uncomfortable and afraid, he starts to believe there’s more here than he understands. Once she shows her true colors, Lava fills in the gaps: his beloved wife ran away from home. She already has a husband and a family, and he won’t stand for her to remain here in a lie. Throughout, Blaze weakly tries to end the fight, arguing that his father should let her go. Revelry apologizes to West, promising that she does love him, that she only lied to protect herself. She never imagined Lava would be angry enough to follow her to an entirely different realm.

Lava, upset that she won’t even address him, interrupts confessing his own love for his wife. He tells her how much it’s hurt to be without her. Revelry whirls on him to deliver the killing blow: she never loved him. She’d only agreed to his proposal because she thought he’d grow bored of her and let her go. Lava had only grown to love her more in their time together, never realizing that Revelry felt suffocated by it and didn’t reciprocate. Leaving their kingdom had been a shock to him, leaving him reeling. Now, his anger takes over again.

Before West can do or say anything, Lava has scooped Revelry up. He demands their son open the portal and take them home immediately. Blaze tries to refuse, but pales in the face of his father’s wrath and obliges. West is left alone in the ruins, screaming out for a woman who can no longer hear him.

Months pass by and Revelry, still bitter, returns to her pink clothes and wedding ring. As an added assurance that she won’t leave again, she’s required to wear a chain bracelet, enchanted to keep her close. Lava tries to rekindle their love, pretending nothing ever happened. He even comes to accept Cypher as his own daughter, although she’s almost entirely the same purple of her biological father. Wishing to give Revelry some freedom in hopes of softening her heart, he grants her a cottage to escape to on the edge of the veil. She must still return home when she is called, but Revelry focuses her energy on her two remaining children. Cypher will grow up believing Lava is her father, and Blaze her only sibling.