#I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THIS MAP BUT EVERYTHING ABOUT IT JUST LOOKS BADASS

[madcharlie77]

I wanna play Mob of the dead HHHHHHHHHHHHH-

[solar4seekstron]

Transformers One x Reader: Awakening Chapter Three

Chapter 3: Traitor!

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!reader

TW/tags: B being adorable, death (deer robot and primes flashback), tried to add reader in the best I can without changing too much, D loses his shit near the end, 3rd pov, that should be all

(Alright gang it’s time for chapter 3! It was a bit hard for me to add much moments for Y/N and B in this bit because most of the time it didn’t feel right to change certain parts and moments except for the part where the gang is walking. As always I try to add accurate dialogue as I imagine that it’s what the characters would say. Hopefully you all enjoy this and enjoy the reader as you see their character grow and more of their personality and so on. Enjoy.)

Elita starts punching the giant rock next to her.

“Ok so uh this is us. And if we follow the path to-“

“Now you listen to me Mr. Zero seconds since my last accident. I’ll go on your little quest ‘cause I don't have a choice! But I carry the map. I navigate. And if this leads to nothing! Then I’m dragging you and those two idiot GoBots back to Iacon city and into the first supervisor depo we see at which point you will explain everything that has happened using words that reflect me in a very positive light! Got it!!”

“Yeah ok deal all right all right.”

“Lets go!”

B would then follow Elita after look at Orion. Orion looking terrified. As the four walk forward following Elita. Orion was waiting for D first to catch up then starts walking. D admiring their surroundings both curious and confused. Y/N was next to Orion as the two walked forward. Orion would look over at Y/N.

“This is going well. Sorry for bringing you into this. Didn’t plan you two joining.”

”It’s fate at least someone other then D joins you. More then one it seems.”

”Yeah B we just met when Darkwing brought is to one of the sub levels to keep us hidden. B helped us escape and thought of the train once we found the map.”

”Well. He seems pretty nice….Enough.” The two would then start walking once D caught up

”She- She’s joining us? Fantastic! Hi there, uh Elita right? Am I saying that right? Wanted to formally introduce myself. Uh, I’m B-127. You kneed me in the face earlier back there. Uh you-you can call me B or! Badassatron. It’s a nickname sort of what the guys gave me I don’t know. I didn’t give it to myself or anything, it's just-…actually it’s pronounced “Badassatron!!”…In case you were wondering. “Badassatron!!” You like that right?….”Badass-“

“I’m going to need you to talk less.”

“Sure oh yeah no problem. What am I stalking less about? My nickname? That’s fine with me.” Y/N started to walk forward a bit. Giving the two some privacy as they smoke and continues to look at their surroundings. Then joining Elita and B.

“Hey. You’re thinking about what you’ll say when you hand the Matrix to Sentinel aren't you?”

“I can’t help it.”

“D! We’re really doing this.”

“So glad I’m out here with you. This was a great idea.”

The five will continue their journey for what seems like a few hours.

“I’m just having a good time. How much further is the matrix on the map? Make an educated guess that- This is the coolest thing that's ever happened to anyone anywhere I’m telling you! One not two not three, not four but five. Five best friends who are walking through the door- there’s no doors we’re outside.”

Y/N would chuckle finding his humor funny other then the others. They were walking next to B as the others were a bit further.

”B-127 you certainly know how to sing”

”Oh well thank you. You know I just got that talent I guys.”

The two would laugh as Elita rolls her eyes as Orion and D groan until he notices plants from the planet showing again

“Hey look there’s more of it over here.”

Orion would touch the planet life coming out of the ground.

“What is it?”

“It’s not metal.”

“Like some kind of uhh weird nature. It’s weird.”

“So are they.” Soon seeing robot deers

They all then hear a loud noise

“What was that?”

“Uhm I think this is not right, we should go.” Orion seeing dust past him and the deers running the direction they were headed

“Yeah, good idea. “ The five start running getting to what seems like an abandoned town

“Run!”

“What are we running from?”

“What is that!?”

A ship will show itself

“Oh no. It’s a Quintesson ship!”

“What!”

“Oh that ain’t right!!!”

“What do we do? What do we do?”

“Shh. Quiet.”

Soon the five have their backs against a wall. Orion, D, Y/N, B, And Elita all looking up at the sky confused and scared. The five would then see one of the deers running and soon the poor deer was hit with something that caused it to explode. Elita was the one to grab Y/N’s hand after they tripped for a second and kept running

“It’s scanning for lifeforms. Move! Move!”

They soon start running

“Go go go.”

D, Y/N and Elita are able to make to a spot where the structure over them of the town can block the scanners above them.

“Come on! They’re not gonna make it!” Y/N trys to step forward wanting to help them but D and Elita would put their hand on Y/Ns shoulder and chest stopping them as the three watched.

Orion then grabs B by just stopping him as they stay under something that keeps the scanners from detecting them. B soon falling on his knees once they pass. Soon the ship will leave

“What- what were they searching for?”

“Someone to hug B. How should I know?” Y/N hits Ds arm with your fist

“I’m not waiting around to find out.”

“This way we’re close.”

“Quintessons haven’t been for 50 cycles.”

“It doesn’t make sense! There’s nothing out here.”

”What ever they’re looking for can’t be up here!…I hope.”

They soon make it to a cave. Climbing to an unpleasant entrance.

“A cave with teeth. Nothing scary about that.”

They start walking forward. B staying close to Y/N as the two look at the eachother scared and unsure

“Knives coming out of the ceiling. Everyone, do we have to go- ok yep we’re going in. Why shouldn’t we? Just walking into the scariest place I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Not ridiculous.”

They continue to walk until they see a sight that causes them to have to stop for a moment

“I don't believe it…”

“The Primes…”

“We’re here.”

”It’s…..really them..”

The five then start walking deeper in the cave. Elita looking at the body of Solus Prime. D. Walking to the head of Megatronus Prime. Kneeling down as he puts his hand on it. Soon looking angry. Orion looks at Zeta Primes body soon kneeling down before him. Y/N walks to Vector Primes body. Taking a knee and bowing their head to him

“Megatronus Prime…..”

“Zeta Prime….The Matrix?…It’s gone.”

“Lets keep looking.”

“Hey guys!”

Soon the five find rocks pilled together making something that was big and after removing them it’s revealed to be Alpha Trion

“It’s Alpha Trion.”

“He’s powered down, but his spark is still lit.”

B would then give Orion a small cube. Orion puts it in Tyrion’s mouth. He soon awakens and the five step back scared

“Message before!”

“Whoah whoah it’s ok! It’s ok. You’re safe now. The war is over.”

Trion would then stand up and make his way to Zetas body as he held his chest.

“I’ve failed you. Old friend. You deserved so much better than this end.”

“No you didn’t fail. We heard your message. We’ve come to find the Martrix-“

“Your transformation cogs- what happened to you? Who are you?”

“We’re cogless miners. From Iacon.”

“Miners? Why?”

“Well we’d have to drill for energon ever since it stopped flowing.”

“Impossible.”

“That’s why we came to fix things. If we find the Matrix of Leadership and get it to Sentinal Prime he sai-“

“Sentinel Is No Prime!”

“WHAT!?”

“He’s broken. Frantastic.” D and Y/N say looking at eachother thinking the same thing as they look back at Trion.

“What are you talking about? Why would you say that?”

“Sentinel Prime is our protector. He’s been saving us from the Quintessons ever since the-“

“You have not been saved. You’ve been living a lie. I saw the truth with my own eyes. Come. I will show you.”

“For thousands of cycles the war with the Quintessons have been a brutal conflict. Until sentinel, the principled aid to the primes. Intercepted an enemy transmission. There was going to be a secret gathering of Quintesson commanders. Their intermission would end the war. It was a mission so important. We primes took it on ourselves. We agreed to meet sentinel for his sensitive intel. In Secret. Here in this Cave. But we were Not Alone.”

The five would watch as the vision of the primes from the sands move around them

“We were outnumbered but stood as One. Our Victory was Near!” The primes continue to fight until one of them, was stabbed from behind

“Until we were Betrayed.”

It then shows sentinel stabbing one of the primes through the back and soon makes his way to the other primes. Shooting Solus Prime. Decapitating Megatronus head. Then shooting Zeta Prime causing him to fly back. Making the four scared and prepare for impact as he appears to fall on them and slides back a bit.

“Sentinel….why…”

“For all the power of Cybertron.”

“But sentinel never understood the true power of what he desired. The Matrix of Leadership can only be wielded by one that Primus himself deems worthy. And sentinel most certainly was not.”

Orion and D watched. Orion with fear and D with anger. Orion would fall on his knees

“Wai- ho- hold on. Yo-you’re saying that the Matrix of Leadership just vanished?”

“No. No no no no. That is impossible. I don’t believe it.”

“Why would sentinel do that?”

“To make a bargain.”

“A bargain? With who?”

“With the new rulers of Cybertron.”

“Quintessons..”

“There are so many.”

The five would see many ships and then one over them as it heads to an open area. The biggest taking center stage. Y/N would kneel between Elita and B as they all watched to see what’ll happen

“He’s here! Sentinel prime is here!”

Sentinel and the other guard are seen flying and soon land in front of the ships. Transforming. The Quintessons solders soon start marching out of the ship getting in line on both sides before their leader

“Keep your eyes open.”

“They always are.”

The master and one of the leaders floats out. Soon sentinel is seen kneeling as the others behind him do the same. The four gasp quietly from what they just saw. He would then look back and nod. The boxes in the trainsf float and then open.

“I load those crates. Those are filled with contaminated metal.”

“I don't understand. What do the Quintessons want with toxic waste?”

“Our energon!”

“Traitor!’’

“D no.”

“I know what I promised you. But our mines. They’re running out. There’s barely enough energon for us.”

“I swear I will get you the rest.”

“Triple time every mining shift. No miner gets a break until I get my energon. All of it! Lets go!”

From there the Quintessons leave and so does sentinel and the other guards. B let out a sigh and looked down showing to be pretty scared as Elita goes to leave. Y/N noticed this and puts their hand over Bs hand. Comforting him and giving a gentle smile. B would then look down with a bit of a frown and follow Elita after. Orion would then leave back into the cave with the others while D stayed for a bit longer still processing what he just witnessed. Y/N stay down a bit as the three would pass them. Seeing D they come next to them, putting their hand in his arm. When he looked at them he saw their expression was anger. They are just as mad as he is looking at the ships then down. Then they look at D as the two stare at each other. Nothing knowing that each other are very, very upset of what they just witnessed.

“Now you have seen the truth.”

“Everyday…every single day of my life has been a lie.”

“My god I knew it! Deep down I always felt something was off!”

“He deceived everyone.”

“Sentinel bought himself power and then put us to work. Paying off his debt.”

“I can’t believe it. Well obviously I can believe it I just saw it. But I still…I can’t believe it.”

“Sentinel..lied…to my face.”

“He lied to all of our faces! To believe we were protected. To believe we had hope and dreams of a future with no worry of the enemy. No! Gone now. Now that the truth is out.” They would then get a big rock close by. But it not creating any pain or anything to them

“It was all a sham. How could we have been so gullible? Oh this. This is going to change everything.”

“You just had to do it, didn’t you?”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You just had to go to the surface. Head into the Iacon 5000. You just had to break protocol.”

“Who cares about protocol?”

“I do! I care! Because nothing ever happens when you stay on protocol!”

“Sentinel prime has been forcing us to work in the mines until our gears strip! And all the while he’s been giving the energon away to our greatest enemies!”

“And what do you think he’s going to do when he finds out that we know?”

“I’m not thinking about what he’s going to do. I’m thinking about what we’re going to do.”

“Well that’s the whole thing! You’re never thinking about anything else! Just yourself! Fantastic! Another Orion Pax master plan! I can’t wait to hear this!”

“Hey don’t you want to stop him?”

“No, I want to kill him! I want to put sentinel in chains and march him through the mines so everyone can see him for the false prime that he is! I want him to suffer then to die in darkness! But we all know that it doesn't matter what I want right Pax? The fact is we’re just cogless bots, right? We had limited options. And now, now we have non.” Y/N would look down. Getting deep in their thoughts as their hands tighten out of anger

“No son or daughter of Cybertron is born without a cog.”

“Oh yeah, I have been with myself since I came online and this slots always been empty!”

“So what are you saying?”

“No, no way. Nobody can be that evil. Not even sentinel.”

“He removed your cogs before you came online.”

“We were born with transformation cogs. But he-..he-“

“He took them from us.”

“OH so he has not only made us work since the moment we wake up. But he is the reason he are fragile and insignificant to the rest of Cybertron!”

Y/N chuckled a bit at first before speaking. Elita looking at them a bit surprised as she put her hand on their chest when they tried to step forward towards Trion. B putting his hand on their arm. Elita never saw Y/N this upset before

“What defines a transformer-hmm..Is not the cog in his chest but the spark that resides in their core. A spark that gives you the will to make your world better. My fellow primes had that spark and I see their strength in you. Take their cogs and access your full potential. Prima. Onyx. Alchemist. Mircronus. Vector. Warriors of noble spirit. Loyalty, Strength, Their uniqueness enhanced by you.”

From there the cogs inside the Primes float out of their chests making their way as the five float and the cogs go into their chests. Transforming them to full Cybertronians

“They were one. You are one. All are one.”

The four would and on their feet and see they have changed

“Wait we- have- you-you gave us-“

“The ability to change your world. How you choose to use that power is up to you.”

Orion would look up at Alpha Trion was hope and joy in his eyes. D doing the same once he looked at Trion as well. Orion turning back to look at B first as B laughs excited. Elita and D looking at each other excited full with pride. Orion soon turning back again to look at the two. Y/n looking at their self as barely has any words. B and Orion look at them with large smiles on their faces excited. Y/N doing the same as they too cheer.But the moment is cut short when the four soon hears a loud rumble.

Hope you all enjoyed and hope to see you for the next chapter!

Next chapter will be released on Friday Nov. 1st

[yall-batman-fanfic]

The Unexpected Guest: The Guardian of Wayne Manor | Magician!Reader & Alfred Pennyworth

Synopsis: Inspired and follows the scene where Alfred shoots down a criminal who broke into Wayne Manor. This is just a fluff piece to show how much of a badass Alfred is. An Alfred Pennyworth appreciation post.

Does Alfred follow the "no killing" rule?

It was a quiet night in Gotham, there were not many movements from any of the gangs run by villains, such as the Riddler, Two-Face, or even Penguin. Not surprisingly as Batman and the others apprehended the heads of those crime organizations weeks ago and chucked them into Arkham, most of the work they're doing now was catching the men who got away -- or as Vivian would call it "pest control".

A joke that Bruce would reprimand her from time to time but would get a chuckle from Dick. 

After a while of monitoring the Bat Computer, Alfred came and offered to take her place so he could get some rest before they all returned. Ever since Vivian moved into the manor, she and Alfred would take shifts on quiet nights like this. Sometimes she would take the first half of the patrol, but if she had a lot of work to do she would take the later shift. Giving the man a longer rest. She was so engrossed in the map that had Batman and Robin's sigils farther than they should be from one another that she jumped when Alfred tapped her on the shoulder and said, "It won't be long until they return. How about you get something to eat, you have been staring at that monitor for too long now, Ms. Vivian."

She did. After saying thanks to Alfred and mentioning that she wanted to shut her eyes for a bit, Vivian went upstairs. But as she stepped out of the clock, an alert sounded on Alfred's phone. An intruder has entered the manor. And Vivian was already in the sitting room when the alert came and was face to face with one of Gotham's sinister criminals with nowhere to go.

Cornelius Stirk wasn't like the Joker, the Riddler, or Two-Face. He had no agenda such as those two. Nor was he like the Penguin. No. Not like the Penguin's.  Far from it. Oz Cobblepot's agenda is more organized crime and social climbing Gotham's elite. 

In fact, as she looked at the man, his sunken eyes, sharp teeth that would appear as he licked his lips constantly, the twitching of his body, he reminded her of the two formerly mentioned crime lords. But this one... he had something sinister. Nothing like Joker's type of sinister but... it was somewhere in that line. She can't put a finger on it.

"I'm here for Bruce Wayne," said Stirk.

"Bruce is currently away now," Vivian tried to reach for her phone in her pocket but Stirk noticed her movements and sent a glare. A warning.

"Ms. Vivian, you've been gone for a while, is everything alright?" 

Alfred! Vivian sighed in relief as she heard Alfred enter the room. He paused by the door, near Vivian, as he came face to face with Stirk. Unfazed by the sight of the man. Alfred gave Vivian a calm and reassuring look before speaking to the man, "Good evening. I believe I recognize you from the telly." You would be the ferocious, Mister heart-eating Stirk, yes?"

"Yes." Stirk answered.

"What can I do for you on this fine evening, Mr. Stirk?"

"I'm looking for famous philanthropist Bruce Wayne. Who pays a lot of money into the police pension fund. And other good works for the justice system.."

"Ah, well. I'm afraid Master Wayne is out, having a late night in the office, isn't that right, Ms. Vivian?"

"Yes," Vivian answered.

"So, if you'd like to leave the way you burgled in, I'll let him know you were here or simply forget I ever met you, whichever you prefer."

Stirk's eyes danced between her and Alfred. Probably, choosing which one he could take a bite of first. "No. I'm hungry."

"Perhaps you'd like me to make a round of sandwiches to take with you? Cheese? Any allergies I should know about?"

"No allergies --" Stirk lunged himself in Vivian's direction first but before he could get his long and sharp nails on her, a bullet hit the man on the head, sending him down on the ground.  

Vivian stood, pressed against the wall as she looked at the fallen Stirk with the mark on his forehead, then to Alfred who held the gun. Alfred approached Stirk and fired the gun a couple of times more until he was certain he was down. When she thought he was done, he fired again and again and again. Vivian only stood there, shaken, and only when he was at his tenth shot, did she speak, "I think that's enough, Alfred."

Alfred fired one last time before turning to her and apologizing for frightening her. He then took her hand and led her to the chair, away from Stirk, and left her side only to pour them both two glasses of scotch before sitting across her. Near Stirk this time to keep watch.

"While I do know Master Bruce's rules about guns, and I very much appreciate your support in his ways, but I am not sorry for having such a weapon in this home," Alfred said. "If it would ease your worries, these are only plastic bullets."

"It's okay. I'm actually glad that you have it," Vivian drank her scotch. "I should be the one apologizing. Between you and me, I have the power to take Stirk down with one wave of a hand but... I just froze."

Alfred offered a sincere smile and said, "Practice, my dear, takes time... old instincts will come back.  Now, I believe I must contact Master Wayne and inform him of this incident." He took out his phone and dialed Bruce's number. "Sir, you need to come home. I'm afraid we've had a burglar."

At the other line, Batman faltered in his concentration on the road and asked,  "Are you both all right? Where's Vivian?"

"All is well, Sir. Ms. Vivian is having a drink to calm the nerves. The situation is well handled, but it is best you see to this before calling GCPD."

"I'm on my way."

The call ended and Alfred sighed. "I'm afraid the hard part is coming."

Vivian chuckled. "It's concerning that shooting down Stirk is easier than you explaining to Bruce about owning a gun..." she then paused as she remembered her own experience. Back then, before she started dating Bruce, Vivian too had a gun for safety.  When he found the gun in her bag it led to a huge argument. It was probably the first big fight they had in the early stages of their relationship, and it was one of the clues that had Vivian realize who Batman was. "On second thought, yeah, I guess you're right."

~*~

“Viv!” Dick jumped over the fallen body of Stirk and went to Vivian to see how she was.

“I’m okay,” Vivian reassured him. “How are you? Where’s Bruce?”

When Bruce arrived,  uncowled, he first went to Vivian and brought her to an embrace. His hands ran all over her body to see if she was hurt and only stopped when she held him by his cheeks, brushing her thumbs on his stubbles and saying, "I'm fine. Alfred saved me." Then he turned to Alfred who was drinking his scotch calmly, then to Stirk -- now bound with Vivian's spell -- and then bullets.

"You killed him?" Bruce began.

"Bruce," Vivian scolded him.

"Of course not. I'd never get that out of the carpet. Frangible plastic bullets," said Alfred.

Dick, who was a little too close to the cannibal, said, “he’s still breathing,” while having his finger under the man’s nose.

“Dick, please, let’s stay away from the cannibal on our floor?” Vivian took the boy by the cape and dragged him back to her side, under her hold where she could protect him. She may have froze earlier but she won’t now. She knew the cost of it when she did nothing.

"And you're keeping firearms in my house." Said Bruce.

"Bruce," Vivian tried to make him see reason, but Alfred was quick to reply: "Indeed. And you'll never find them all." And Vivian turned to the man in shock,  "Alfred!"

Bruce and Dick have the same reaction as her.

She was expecting the man to have more. Maybe the shotgun that was on display and was owned by previous Waynes, but she never counted that as one of the weapons he was hiding.

"He walked through the bloody clever security measures like they weren't there. And while you might be a big, strapping hulk covered in armor, I am a frail and defenseless old man. And Ms. Vivian, mind my comments, Ma'am, was defenseless and frightened."

"But, Alfred. Guns."

"I know. But, as I said to you many times before, guns are tools. I respect your choice not to use them, but guns did not kill my friends Martha and Thomas Wayne. A man like this did. And, without this gun, this man would have done the same to Ms. Vivian and she wouldn't be here now. In your arms, breathing." Alfred glanced at Vivian with a glint in his eye. He's won this battle. "Now, I suggest you put all those muscles to good use in removing this creature before he wakes up."

"If he wakes up," said Bruce.

"Oh, I'm sure he will. Probably."

To reassure both men, Vivian cast a spell to check and then said, "He's still breathing. Just knocked out."

“And I did feel him breathing, you know,” said Dick.

"Anyway, you will have to make it look like Batman and Robin didn't arrive here to pick him up," said Alfred.

"You're right. I should call the police and tell them there's a shot man on my floor and the butler did it," said Bruce.

Alfred chuckled. "Sir. Young Master. You wouldn't grass on faithful old Alfred to the rozzers, would you? Not Alfred."

Vivian couldn't help but chuckle as well and then she sighed. "Tell the police it was me. My license to own a firearm is still up-to-date -- and no, I don't have a gun anymore with me, I just want to keep it in case certain incidents like this happen -- give me the gun. I'll need to have my prints on it. Don't worry, I doubt they'll arrest me, the man did break in and tried to eat me alive. So... self-defense."

Bruce nodded, reluctantly letting go of the topic of guns in the house. Looking down at Vivian, he pressed his forehead on hers and then placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "I'm glad  you're safe."

The sight of them both made Dick sigh loudly and got out of Vivian’s hold. He was already putting up with the sight of them kissing everyday, he didn’t want to be anywhere close to them when they did it.

"Thank Alfred. I froze."

Bruce turned to good old Alfred and said, "Thank you. I was right when I told Adam that she’s safe here with you when I'm away."

Alfred smiled and raised his scotch. "Of course. Now, if you please, the body. And I think it would be best if we tie up Mr. Stirk before he wakes. We wouldn't want the police to know about Ms. Vivian's magical abilities, yes?"

[hexlenx]

Hii, i don't usually make requests but i find myself of vronski fics after reading all of them. Is it possible perhaps to request a vronski x fem reader who is also in the army? I know it's not exactly periodically accurate, but it'd be fun to fall for a badass cold lady rather than the usual big gown gentle one's(nothing against those, love them too!! Just absolutely want reader in one of those uniforms with buttons😭)

A/N: hello! Thank you so much for the request, I also agree with your idea since most of the fanfics are about the mc being soft and kind as well as a noble. I added some little touches that I hope you don't mind. I also hope that it satisfy your request, I'm not really that good at explaining things in English as it's not my first language but I hope you enjoy!

POINT YOUR SWORD AT ME. — alexei vronsky

note: count vronsky does not belong to me and this fic is mostly written for entertainment purposes!

warning!: violence.

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"—I'm thinking of ambushing them from behind while they're distracted from the front." You suggested in a calculative tone as you and the other generals, admirals as well as colonels surrounded the table that had a map on it while you were pointing at one point where you discussed your plan.

You see, you're one of the rare few female generals in the country. You were well-known for your combative skills such as firing a gun, maneuvering a sword, as well as your hand-to-hand combat. You were, all-in-all, one of the most feared and sought after female warrior in the country.

You did everything in your power to get to where you are, growing up from the streets it wasn't common for people in the streets to dream for something big, but you wanted to prove them wrong. And so, you started from small jobs, working as a waitress in a bar to being a stable girl for one small noble, to being able to sign up for the knights when the opportunity arrived.

It was a hard to become who you are now but, in the end, it was all worth it.

As you discussed your plan, you didn't notice a pair of enigmatic blue eyes locked on your figure as you talked. It's eyes taking in every movement of your figure from the way your hands movement, the heaving of your chest, the way your hips moved while going from one place to another but, what really made him stare at you for so long was your face. The man long has been admiring you from afar, admiring how every time you did something you liked, your eyes would light up like a kid seeing a Christmas tree for the first time.

The way your cheeks would flush whenever you were praised for something, but you always tried to hide it with a stoned face, acting like the compliment was nothing but a comment. He chuckled at the times he saw you looking at chocolates whenever there was an event occurring for your win, but you knew you couldn't do so in public because of your reputation.

But it wasn't just that, no.

The man stumbled as he fell to his back unflinchingly looking at the tip of the sword pointed at him. Panting as he slowly put his gaze on the figure on top of him, his mind going through multiple scenarios as his cheeks flushed from the gaze the figure gave him. God, if this was how he dies, he'd die to her everyday.

"Do you yield, Count Vronsky?" A cold and calculative tone left the figure's mouth. Vronsky let out a groan to mask something deeper he raised both his hands in feign surrender, making you think it was him saying he yields with how you stopped pointing your sword at his neck. Noticing this, he quickly grabbed your hand and flipped you over with him hovering above you and his glock on your temple.

"You should know not to let your guard down, Love." Vronsky taunted with no heat knowing he got her cornered. No matter how strong you are, Vronsky was bigger and more muscular than you.

Huffing in frustration, you accepted your defeat. He was stronger, you admit, and it was a bit irritating for you. This made Vronsky grin as he noticed the multiple emotions going through your eyes, he knew what you were thinking and he liked it, no loved it.

Getting off of you, he held out his hand offering to lift you up, but you slapped it away in disdain making him smirk. After lifting yourself up, you glared at him coldly causing a shiver run through his spine.

"Don't think this is the last time, Vronsky." You said before leaving him in the middle of the empty training field.

Vronsky continued to look at you until your figure disappeared, he lit up a cigarette before blowing out the smoke. He stood there motionlessly as he continued to look at the direction where you left.

Oh, he would never let it be the last time.

[theheraldsrest]

3 situations for each companion and advisor when Inquisitor witnessed them being competent/badass/admirable? (I hope it counts, because it's not typical "companions react" and if 3 examples for each character is too much it can be just 1!)

“Companions being Competent, Badass, or Admirable”

Alright, I put this one off for too long. I kept coming back to this one and then leaving just because I didn’t know how I wanted to write this one. But now, here it is. Hope it suffices.

-Lord Lex

Cullen

Admirable- Stood up to several templars, declaring his loyalty and trust to the Inquisition and those who were in it. If they had a problem with it, then they could take it up with him.

Badass- During battle, a shield was thrown towards him in an act to incapacitate him. Instead, he had caught it, used it to protect himself before throwing it right back at the enemy’s head.

Competent- Moving his troops. It takes a noble to talk things out and a spy master to pull the strings, but to plan out and choose movements on a battlefield while also counting for your enemy’s movements takes a soldier.

Josephine

Admirable- Holding her ground while defending the Inquisition during the trials. Quite literally telling another noble man to “fuck off”.

Badass- For one of the first times in her life, she picked up a sword and defended several allies during the diplomatic talks. 

Competent- Always when she is surrounded by the court. She is full of stress and yet hides it so well when dealing with such people.

Leliana

Admirable- Her heart can be quite soft. She has taken time from her own duties to help refugees coming in, making sure they get enough supplies or food.

Badass- We all had seen her snap someone’s neck with her legs. Enough said.

Competent- As your spy master, it is her duty to know everything and anything happening in the shadows. This includes working with her fellow advisors to bringing down your enemies until there is nothing left, manuvering the perfect people to the perfect job.

Vivienne

Admirable- Has strode across a room to take you by the arm and steer you away from unsavory words, insulting them while also making sure you’re alright.

Badass- Mages should not be the forefront on a battlefield. She stepped between you and death (a dragon) to put up an ice wall, acting as if it was an every day ordeal.

Competent- Was being insulted by some mages who knew her when she was younger about being part of the Inquisition. Her response? “Don’t care, didn’t ask, seethe.” 

Varric

Admirable- Stuck around with the Inquisition and believed in it (you) through everything, even if it’s disbanded. Will fight tooth and nail to support you.

Badass- Has fired off bolts while falling with precise aim. Continues to say he’s one of the best archers in your group.

Competent- Man will take most of his secrets to the grave. Anything you tell him will never be shared, even if he was tortured. He’ll keep tabs on most people, knowing most business that goes on around him.

Cole

Admirable- He’ll sit with both the templars and mages and listen. He doesn’t care who anyone is, if they wish to speak he’ll be there, to listen or to learn.

Badass- Simply had to give a look to a man, a look so empty of emotion and yet so full of rage, to make the man back down from his arguement.

Competent- Has very good memory for most things. Could recite entire books to you if asked. Has listed off war plans and marked maps exactly where Coriphitittie Corypheus and Samson were planning on attacking.

Solas

Admirable- He may say that most elves are not his people, but you’ve witnessed him defending a group from some hunters, telling them that the land they were on were sacred ground for the elves.

Badass- Has brought an entire abandonded tower down onto the heads of the enemy with a simple spell. 

Competent- Man is history itself. He’ll tell you events that had happened throughout and where, saying that he witnessed them in dreams. Even the friends he has made within the fade have helped him through the years

Cassandra

Admirable- She will stick with you through thick and thin, no matter your choices. As long as you prove to be for the better and want to help, she’ll defend your word.

Badass- She’s thrown away her shield and sword to grab a hold of your group members before they fell down the side of a cliff. Was able to pull everyone back up before going right back into the fray.

Competent- She’s a battle strategist, she knows how to move and what will be more successful. And she’ll make the hard decisions if need be.

The Iron Bull

Admirable- He’ll use his body as a shield for those he cares about. He’ll stand in the way of danger to protect your group or the Chargers, just to keep everyone safe.

Badass- Has run head first at a dragon. Doesn’t seem smart but it distracted it long enough for everyone to take it down. Bull held on like he was riding the bull.

Competent- It’s not all muscles and brawn. He, too, is a battle strategist (second best to Cassandra). He’ll take in to account everything and anything that can happen to the point where you can hear him say “Just as expected.”

Dorian

Admirable- Most people called Dorian selfish in the beginning. It might’ve been a little true, but now he’d give up whatever there is to help others. Including some old clothes he had had to help pay for some food for the soldiers and refugees.

Badass- A single flame spell that he used to trigger off several traps, catching the enemy off guard. No one had even seen the traps nor knew they were there.

Competent- Not just a pretty face, you know. Has made it his goal to know true historical events as well as sharing them along with magic and other secrets that were well kept. 

Sera

Admirable- She’ll chuck a jar of bees or give a haymaker to whoever you want her to. And she’s done it just out of spite for you. 

Badass- The only time you’ve seen her dead serious was when she took down several lackies in a few seconds before going up to a leader and punching him. Proceeded to threaten him, that if he ever showed his face again that she’ll send him to the Fade. And she’s been there.

Competent- Acts like she doesn’t understand most things, but that’s just because it’s not explained in her way. She has secret codes, names, dealings, and friends all over since Red Jenny’s growth. 

Blackwall

Admirable- For those who know his real name and have beef, he takes it. He’ll accept whatever for his past if only to help heal the pain he might’ve caused for others.

Badass- His shield has been both his defense and his weapon. Lost his sword but didn’t stop him as he rammed and used the edge of it to cut down his enemies. 

Competent- Will fight to the end, whether with sword or with words. No the most eloquent but he knows when someone needs defending and he’ll gladly take it upon himself to make sure people are ok.

[goosewriting]

i can't believe my brain finally, finally let me have a cal kestis appearance in my dream last night and it was the saddest most heart-wrenching thing ever 😩 my dreams are crazy, detailed and elaborate so this will get long lol if you feel like reading, go ahead, it's real "reader falls into an alternate universe and needs to find their way back" fic material 😂

btw if any of you ever have dreams with your blorbos i'd love to read it so feel free to honk in my inbox c:

so it kinda went back and forth between two different dreams i'm pretty sure. one playing at the university library and the other playing somewhere else. in the library one i was at a table with some classmates, working on our assignments, but there were also some people i know from elsewhere and we started arguing over something. then there was this girl who had lost something and i tried to talk her through how to get to the lost & found, giving the wildest (and very wrong) directions.

the other dream started in the middle of a yellow field of tall grass, where train tracks ran through from one side of the horizon to the other, nothing else to see. when the train came, it was massive, and i was participating in a heist of sorts. we (still don't know who the other people were) were successful i think, because the train derailed and we looted it. I think there was some big boss mastermind somewhere who told us what to do and we were all scared of her lol

so i don't exactly remember what happened after the heist, but the thing is there were these jumps between the dreams where in one i was this badass agent of whatever and doing cool stuff, and in the other i was "real me" in this world doing mundane things. although at some point i'm pretty sure i suddenly was an estate agent trying to set everything up for a visit except that the house was made of cardboard, but that's beside the point 😂 the scenarios from the library timeline i'm pretty sure happened not only somewhere else but in a different time altogether.

at one point, the events of the heist dream kinda come to its peak, and i now find myself in a big room (in hindsight i think it was the archives on jedha from the survivor game?) and somewhere in the air there's a bucket-shaped thing that's swallowing everything around it in a whirlwind, essentially ripping apart time and space. and as it turns out, cal has been there the whole time, and we were actually fighting together and stuff. but now that the bucket is about to shred the fabric of reality, we have to do something. and for some reason the plan of action is that i have to travel to a different universe. we (cal, me, and some other people idk) were all standing at a holotable looking at a map displaying different planets and universes and stuff (again, in hindsight, very web of life and destiny like. i just mashed everything together here it seems xD). and the reasoning in my head went like this: the planet we find ourselves on at this moment is not necessarily star wars canon and is outside of the known parts of the galaxy. so even if i do find my way back to this universe (which i was sure i could do, somehow) i still have no means to contact cal and or even find the planet again. so the search would take quite a while.

and there isn't enough time for us to set up a meeting point and time or anything because of the imminent danger. someone is already dragging me back to the bucket to be sucked into next wednesday or whatever, but i go up to cal one last time and he gives me the strongest hug and omg i didn't wanna let go. at this point i 'm in tears and as someone once again pulls me away and drags me off, i call to him "i will find you" and then everything goes black.

it's so lame i know but i legit woke up with a hole in my heart ;-;

my conclusion is that after leaving that place, the time and space travel kinda wiped my mind so i started a new life (the one at the library and the cardboard house) and completely forgot about cal :'( eventually i'd get snippets of memories, which is why the dream kept jumping back and forth, but i probably just thought they were daydreams or whatever, not my own memories. now that's some meta angst man.

oh and also at some point there were gorillas that shapeshifted into smaller versions of themselves with wings to fly around, and everyone was absolutely okay with that except that they were aggressive so they didn't like them. how that ties into any part of the dream i couldn't tell you but it was just a striking image to see these giant apes suddenly become small and flutter around shdjddkd

[sailorgundam308]

This up there is Alexena, my first/original Tav in BG3. She is a strong barbarian skull-bashing human lady with a breezy haircut.

When I started playing BG3 I knew NOTHING of the story or Early Access. What I knew was that I had played BG1 and 2 decades ago (or watched my older brother play, in case of BG1), and was beside myself to learn Baldur's Gate was getting a third game. I'm not a gamer, I only play few titles that appeal to me, but I watched the Panel from Hell live and saw the bear scene… and I pre-ordered the game immediately. :V

Anyways, back to Alexena. She is not a "new" character. I play as Alexena in any medieval-ish fantasy game I get my hands into that allows me to make either a barbarian woman or a paladin. I also played her for years in D&D. I always name them Alexena because, well, my name is Alexandra, and motherfucking XENA. THE Xena. Sounds funny and I've been doing it for decades. So I repeated it in BG3.

I didn't know about the characters, about Astarion or Karlach (besides just laughing at the bear sex), or the premise of the story. So I went in blind, and BOY HOWDEE it was a wild ride. I left Gale stuck in the stone, so he didn't exist in my play (oops - but to my defense, the narrator said it looked dangerous…). I made decisions as I would if I could freely do so irl - meaning I was alternating between nice and absolute douchebagery, depending on my mood and how the characters came across to me at the time. I killed what annoyed me, and defended those I liked. As a barbarian, I was having A BLAST. I'm not an experienced or technical player, I just wanna bonk shit to death and growl epically while doing it. It's my happy place.

I ended up meeting Karlach only after I did the entire goblin camp, south map and underdark. I genuinely opened the HUGEST GRIN when I talked to her. She was brash, foul-mouthed, muscular, flirty and an all-around BADASS. She was what Alexena wanted to be when she grew up. I'm not crazy about tieflings design-wise, but Karlach was KARLACH. I didn't bring her with me all the time, then, but everytime I did I was laughing from any and everything she said or did. She is THAT charismatic.

I romanced Astarion (cause looks and because he suddenly hit on me before the party). So, you know, ez fun. Later on I did some smooching with Wyll too, and Astarion called me out on it so I did the right thing and ended things with the Blade. In my mind I had already decided that I'd let the companions do their own thing - it made sense for Alexena's personality. So, in the end, I let Astarion ascend, eventhough I knew I would break up with him soon after.

That is a funny thing. I am not, and was never into the whole vampire aesthetic. I even refused to play Vampire (a ttrpg) and instead joined a D&D group back in high school. It's just not my thing. I'm more the big-ass warhammer, large pauldrons, teeth smashing kinda girl. So I was surprised with myself, truly, that I really got into Astarion as the game progressed (and I was very whatever about him at first, just went with the flow).

He grew on me immensely (his story arch is great and I love me some angst), but I did NOT want to be a vampire. I wanted to continue to be a human woman, who would grow old and die. That was my tragedy - the fact that a human life is one of the briefest in the lore. And in my logic, it made no sense to ask Astarion to NOT ascend for my sake, or whatever, when I'd die in a blink and he'd live alone. Kinda selfish, in my view. Also, the thing was that the Ascension promised to quench his vampiric hunger (which in DnD lore is so horrible it drives vampires to madness), and allow him to be in the sun. Alexena would end a relationship even if she was in love if it was the best to do. Coincidentally I learned that when I refused to be bitten, Astarion also thought the same and so we broke up anyway.

Which takes me back to Karlach. Her breakdown after Gortash BROKE ME. I took a no shit 1 month+ break from my run after that scene. I was devastated - and honestly mad at Larian for just leaving her story like that (still am). In the end I swallowed my disappointment and rushed the end fight just to get the game over with. Alexena decided to go with her, with this impossibly amazing woman that was as strong as herself. So off she went with her to Avernus, with her friend. Two badass barbarian women raging and smacking the shit out of devils and demons.

The end was disappointing overall, and, to be honest, after Karlach's quest journal said "we did all we could for her", I tried a Karlach Origin run cause I was sure I'd missed something. I was okay with the separation from Astarion because it made sense, role-playing wise, for me to break up with him. But the Karlach thing just threw me off the last half of the experience.

BUT HEY. That's Alexena, my alter ego in fantasy games :3

[lynxgriffin]

DELTARUNE Chapter 2 Thoughts!!!

WOOO OKAY I stayed up WAY too late trying to finish Deltarune Chapter 2 last night!! It took me awhile because I suck at video games, but I finally did it!

While I normally type up commentary as I play first time, I didn’t get the chance to do that here, so I’ll get down all my general thoughts here!

Unspoilery thoughts: loved it, knew I would, will need to replay soon to see what all I missed, and am excited for whatever’s next!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2 under the cut!!

(These are just as I think of them, not in any particular order!)

Okay overall I can see why this took two years and a much larger team to complete, the second chapter is SO much more expansive and heavy on scene-specific animations! It all looks SO GOOD

I already love Susie but now I love her even more, her expressions were SO GOOD

Susie has a (little nubby) tail confirmed?? That’s adorable

Okay this game is definitely reading the chapter 1 data, which I find interesting because I didn’t obtain it through Steam last time

But like, I gave the “Susie eats chalk” response to Noelle last time, and in chapter two she gave Susie the box of chalk, so awwww!

Also I missed Onionsan in my initial computer playthrough, so they didn’t show up this time, just got a moment of Susie and Kris sitting by the river together!

I find it REALLY interesting that while Ralsei is a Darkner, apparently he can jump around to other Dark Worlds whereas other Darkners like Lancer and Rouxls can’t so much…hmmm!

It was so nice to see everyone filling out the town now, though!

Noooo Susie probably doesn’t have her own room at home, awwww

Kris just casually jumping up to the classroom and bringing everyone back tho, perfect

Was right on there being multiple dark worlds in other locations, but honestly that part’s the least surprising to me, that always seemed like a pretty standard path to take!

The werewires were creepy and great; difficult to battle tho

QUEEN IS MY NEW FAVORITE

EVERY LINE OF HERS WAS A+

I’m so glad that I didn’t really go anywhere with Jevil’s line about the Queen in PT; nothing I came up with could’ve topped Queen being an absolute acid trip of an antagonist in this chapter

NOELLE SO SWEET

Her lil’ robot disguise! Her being afraid of mice at first!

I kinda wish we could have had her in the party more? She was super useful as a party member, honestly!

But sadly I guess we’re not gonna get more than the three-person party, awww

B E R D L Y

I cannot believe Berdly basically became incel Falco but also had a sympathetic backstory

Like I laughed a lot at all of Berdly’s expressions and dialogue while also going BERDLY YOU ARE THE WORST

Noelle’s WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? part = A+

I feel like Queen’s relationship with Noelle definitely had some uncomfy parallels with probably how she is dealing with her real mom

I AM NOT GOOD AT PUNCH-OUT AND THERE WAS A LOT OF THAT

I somehow missed the part where Susie is wearing Ralsei’s glasses??? Where is this

Also in general there was a LOT of puzzles and gameplay in the overworld map, which I was bad at but was also very cool

KRIS GET THE BANANA

The dolphin pop-up ads…

I DID NOT LIKE THE SPAMTON GUY

DISCOMFORT THE WHOLE TIME

Apparently he’s also the secret boss for this chapter?? That’s at least if the soundtrack is anything to go by. Maybe I’ll go back and try it on another playthrough, but aaaaagggghhhg

SO MANY GOOD SUSELLE MOMENTS

MY LIL SHIPPER HEART HAS A NICE SERVING AND WANTS MORE

The whole deal with the ferris wheel conversation and just awwwwuuuuuuh

Needs more Susiezilla now too (I picked the “something romantic” option because of course)

MORE PLZ, LET’S DIG DEEPER HERE

Also I cannot believe Susie has (at least) two people crushing on her and is just totally oblivious to it

There’s SO Many interesting HMM moments with Kris and that definitely included the entire acid tunnel of love scene with Kris and Ralsei

Interrupted of course by an appropriately silly Rouxls battle

But man the more we see (or often DON’T see) of Ralsei the more intriguing it gets

LET NOELLE RIDE IN THE TEACUP RIDE WITH SUSIE

I just knew going back to get that chest without Noelle would be something dumb

OKAY I ended up dying a lot to 1) the Mauswheel, and 2) the color-changing butlers?? So I ended up having to do the whole sequence with annoying dog blasting through everything in his path multiple times

I DID feel bad for Berdly during that boss battle where he was werewired; that was nice and body horror-ish

That said… “I NEED A KISS FROM A GAMER GIRL”

The giant mecha boss battle absolutely kicked my ass, though

Like it WAS badass but that took me a LOT of tries to get through

My thrash machine was very GUN’S

Overall the difficulty curve was definitely stepped up from chapter 1!

LOTS MORE DARK WORLD AND KNIGHT LORE FROM RALSEI HERE

And lots of talk about Noelle being pretty important to it, too!

I’m glad I got to bring Susie on the walkaround this time around town!

I AM GOING TO BE YOUR WACKY ROOMMATE NOW

King and Queen’s entire conversation was so hilarious

King just slides over to suck on that sweet, sweet giant hamster water bottle

BUNKER STILL BEIN SUSPICIOUS

Aww the pizzeria is not a creepy mascot Chuck-E-Cheese’s style, tho

Confirmation that Gerson was Alvin’s father! And I feel like there’s a lot we’re missing there, too

Still not allowed to see Papyrus…

Catti’s parents…

I wasn’t expecting this at all, but it feels like they may be introducing way more Lightners to the Dark World with each chapter, since both Noelle and Berdly ended up there?

And if that’s the case, I feel like it’s hinting that Catti and/or Jockington may be next

SUSIE STAYING AT KRIS’S PLACE FOR A SLEEPOVER WAS SO SWEET

IMMEDIATELY UNDERCUT BY KRIS GOING FERAL AGAIN

Like I dunno the whole scenario somehow managed to be both REALLY sinister and very funny at once??

Susie and Toriel are busy laughing and making a pie together, meanwhile Kris just sneaks the hell out and slashes Toriel’s tires because it’s KNIVES OUT TIME

Please let Susie watch more giant monster (and giant human) movies with her friends, she needs this

THAT SAID, THAT ENDING

HMM HMM HMMMMMMMMMM

SO THIS SEEMS TO BE INDICATING THAT KRIS IS THE KNIGHT

Which like…is in fact making SOME KIND OF SENSE in my head overall, but I definitely need more context to see how exactly

Like I’m all “THIS FEELS RIGHT BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY, I NEED MOOOORE”

Considering Ralsei’s reaction to Noelle and Berdly trying to make a new fountain, this definitely seems to be setting up some kind of future confrontation between Kris and Ralsei, which! HMMMM

I THINK IT’S TIME FOR THIS GIF AGAIN

Basically I HAD A GRAND TIME, I NEED TO REPLAY, EXCITED FOR THE REST WHENEVER IT COMES

[its-deputy-caleb]

I am a big fan of fc6 and of course your writing! So I was wondering if I could get some headcanons about Dani, Clara and Juan about having a crush on an oblivious reader who believes that they flirt with them because they just trying to be friendly?

Keep writing! You have your way with words!!! Thank you and love ya! ✨💖

this idea literally melted my heart omggg thank you <333 i went for something different and sorta wrote it from their pov's cause i thought it would work better but this may just be a total mess

Dani Rojas

Dani would never admit it to anyone but she is head over heels for you as a fellow Gurrellia and one of her closest friends. In other words, she can’t stop flirting with you.

The two of you are constantly running around Yara for Clara and seeing you all sweaty and fired up during a fight means she’s practically checking you out the whole time.

“Looking good as ever mi corazón.” 

She’s pulls out all the pet names and suave compliments to make you feel flustered but for some reason unknown to her, it never quite gets through to you.

You always smile at her, beaming and chuckling along like she’s telling you an inside joke and not openly flirting with you. The air is always light as you brush it off and act like nothing happened at all.

When she’s alone Dani is actually really nervous that you don’t like her back and you’re just too polite to turn her down. She spends a lot of time pacing up and down the canopy of whichever Gurrellia hideout she’s at as she rants to Chicharrón about what to do.

With enough courage from the crazy chicken she finally blurts out in a fit of spontaneous adrenaline that she’s in love with you and has been flirting with you for months.

Dani is expecting you to repeat all her fears and stands there in front of you with a stunned and shocked face at the news you feel the same, only to believe her flirting was just simple friendliness.

Now it’s her turn to feel flustered when you wrap your arms around her and place a kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

She nearly chokes on air when you tell her she can keep up the flirting now that you know her intentions ;)

Clara García 

You may be a fighter, a guerrilla that’s come from nothing but to Clara you’re one of her most trusted advisors so much so that she’s started to get feelings for you. Obviously her genius plan to date you is to flirt with you constantly.

Her body language is her main course of action. Whenever she asks you to look over and approve her plans she’s always leaning into your body over the table, guiding your hands over maps and blueprints and she projects confidence and nonchalance with her relaxed shoulders.

“Buen trabajo, mi querida”

Clara is always giving you compliments and little praises that she would never give to any of her other guerrilla’s. Her way of flirting is gentle and subtle in her confidence and she does it by giving you her full attention whenever you’re together.

Of course, you don’t see it as anything other than friendliness or the fact she’s you’re jefa and would naturally want to hear your opinion on battle plans and weapon shipments.

On the inside Clara is absolutely crushed with heartache. She’s totally deflated but she hides it well in hopes that you’ll finally understand.

But Clara is only human and she can’t keep it bottled forever. Eventually she caves and asks you to stay behind after a meeting where she finally lays everything out on the table for you. 

When she hears that you were merely confused, mistaking her flintiness as friendly banter but that you felt the same, she brings you in for a bone crushing hug.

You hug her back just as tightly before pulling back to look at her with the biggest smile on your face. Your fingers brush some of the stay hairs that have fallen out of her braid, using it as leverage to gently cradle her face and kiss her. 

Juan Cortez

As one of Clara’s tops Gurrellia’s and Yaran spy, you’re the whole package of badass to the point where Juan has developed feelings for you beyond your close friendship. Of course, he’s terrible with feelings so his natural course of action is to just flirt with you constantly.

Whenever you drop by his office for new supremo’s and touch-ups, Juan is totally in his element (if not a little flustered by he ignores those thoughts)

“Look at that sexy supremo cariño! With an even sexier guerrilla wearing it!”

Juan may or may not loosen a few screws so that you have to come back and visit. Each time you do he’s constantly giving you winks with his one liners and pulling out all the sex jokes and innuendos he knows.

Naturally you think it’s just apart of Juan’s personality to be on the flirty side and that he does that with all his friends. His flirting always makes you smile, and sometimes you even say something sassy and confident back (which totally makes his heart flip at the thought you could be flirting back) but he can tell it’s nothing but the two of you being friends.

When he finally gets the nerves to tell you he’s very very drunk on the phone. It’s all blurted out ridiculously fast and he repeats how he’s not just flirting but totally in love with you more than a thousand times.

When Juan wakes up with a hangover and you sitting on the side of his bed holding a coffee for him, he’s instantly aware that he fucked up and spilled his heart out to you.

He’s pleasantly shocked when you kiss his cheek and tell him you love him too but he doesn’t get to think too much before you’re kissing him properly.

[vetrenar]

Hell yeah, I’m back! Or, more precisely, we: I and “Promises and requests”, second chapter!

For ones who find it by chance, you can read the first chapter here. So… Jackpot!

No big actions, just a dumbass of uncle and an angrybird of nephew continue their respective adjustment to the situation, during which Nero gets back some of his equipment and Dante fills some white spots on the mental map that his brother and nephew are. Unsurprisingly, some of these discoveries are hard to swallow, but... Well, it's nothing new for the Sparda bloodline.

"I need to go to Fortuna," Nero says.

Dante looks at him over the pages of the magazine. The kid is sitting on the floor, numerous parts of the revolver are laid out on a piece of cloth in front of him like some kind of fancy Lego constructor, badass world edition. This, as Dante already knows, is his favorite way to pass the time. Nero turned out to be more than a decent shooter, but his weapon spends much more time being disassembled than actually working, and when Nero really tries it, he usually takes a shot or two, and then swears and returns to his attempts to create his Masterpiece. Dante would crack a joke about dangers of obsession with perfectionism, but he still remember Nell’s complains about his habits of destroying one gun after another, trying to fire them with inhuman speed. At least the kid has decency and skills to works at his weapon by himself, without dragging other people into the mess.

Yesterday marked a week since Nero crossed the doors of "Devil May Cry" for the first time. It was a strange time for Dante. He too used to live alone; it's just weird to hear someone else's footsteps in the next room, or notice that someone has moved books from place to place, or, stepping into the kitchen in the morning, to find there, in addition to the pizza leftovers from yesterday, half a serving of scrambled eggs left in the pan. Weird but not burdensome. Vergil turned out to be right: Nero is an exceptionally mature and sensible kid. And while his obsession with cleanliness is no match for Patty's, still, in just a couple of days, "Devil May Cry" was completely stripped of many its vital decorations, such as cobwebs in the corners and a mysteriously musty atmosphere. Dante watched these changes with cautious apprehension, but the kid had not yet encroached on his magazines and creative chaos on the table, so the legendary demon hunter allowed him to be.

(He, however, mentally drew a line here, preparing to defend it with his life if necessary. Even inherited OCD must have some borders.)

Otherwise, they gradually began to develop a routine for themselves. Nero cooks, cleans, reads books and reassembles his revolver. Dante sleeps, flips through magazines and orders pizza. For better or worse, he only had a single gig in the past week, and this one was in the dead of night, so he didn't have to worry too much about the Vergil’s ghost haunting him for leaving his son unattended.

Though… When he returned in the early morning, all covered with demonic sludge and gore, Nero was just preparing breakfast. Dante caught his gaze - attentive, appraising, taking in even the smallest details. He expected questions or demands to go on the next hunt together. But in the end, neither followed.

And that was it. In the week Nero spent in the shop, they never really talked. Oh, they spoke, that's for sure - and Dante enjoyed every minute of it, because, having a not-to-bad sense of dry humor, Nero just wasn’t able to accept a joke at his experience - but none of their conversations touched anything deeper than the choice of pizza toppings. Everything else - questions, doubts, inner thoughts and wishes – was up in the air, but never in the words.

It isn't like he doesn't know how to behave with kids in general. After Patty, the official rating of Dante’s child-handling skills was upgraded from "terrible" to "almost satisfactory" (to everyone’s surprise, Dante himself included). He is almost sure that if Nero was some random angsty teenager, they would have found a common ground already. But… The thing is, Nero isn’t a random teenager. He is a family, and family is a monster of a completely different level in Dante’s eyes.

Family always has been something to fight, and grieve, and sting with hurtful words, not talk to. And now, facing a fresh-baked family member, Dante finds himself with no idea on how to proceed farther. Is he supposed to condole the kid? To pretend that everything is fine and give him time to pull himself together? To ask Nero about his childhood (Dante isn’t ashamed to admit to himself that he really, really wants to know what woman made Vergil to lose his pants. Until recently, we was one hundred percent sure that cold-blooded pricks like his brother reproduce by gemmation) or will these questions be too privy?

He doesn’t know. So now, when Nero says something that possibly can be tied with the blank mystery of his past, Dante does the best thing that he can think about: stretches his lips in a lazy smile and gives Nero a friendly, totally unconcerned look:

"’Fortuna’, huh? What is this? Some casino?"

“City.” Nero briefly describes island’s whereabouts and Dante whistles.

"Hah, it's almost half a world from here. Not exactly a morning promenade. What you forgot there, please say?"

"My sword."

This picks Dante’s interest. So far, the only blade he'd seen in the boy's hands had been Yamato, but it was obvious that to Nero, she was more of a token than a weapon to fight. Not like Dante can’t understand him.

"The sword, huh?.. This I like. But couldn't you leave it a little closer?" he waits for an answer in silence and winces a little. "Come on, kid, throw me a bone here. You can't say a half of phrase and leave me hanging in the air!"

Nero frowns, and Dante feels a brief prick in his heart. Somehow, the boy managed to adopt this expression from his father completely, without changing even the slightest detail. However, despite the stern look, Nero still decides to honor him with an answer (what Vergil, if Dante was to bet, would never do):

"We had to leave it there for reparation. The ignition engine broke..."

"Engine? Inside the sword?"

"Yes. It allows to increase the power of the blow..."

What follows is an extremely excited, a little too full of technical details lecture, during which Dante reaches out for a can of beer, opens it and drinks up to half. From time to time, his mind catches individual words like "The Order of the Sword", "demons" and "dislike of firearms" (Undoubtedly, to Vergil's big satisfaction. The damn snob never understood the charms of a good firearm), but the rest flies in one ear and out the other.

At least until the last sentence.

"...and since these hoity-toity purists worship Sparda, they..."

"They WHAT?!" The forgotten can flies to the side, and Dante coughs. Inwardly, he wonders if a half-demon could die choking on beer, but the thought vanishes almost immediately, overwhelmed by more important issues. Outwardly, he probably presented a rather pathetic sight, because Nero looks at him with something akin to concern.

Grunting and somehow gathering himself eventually, Dante stretches out his hands forward:

"... I... okay. Hey, kid. Say it again. They worship demon as a god?"

With a strange expression on his face, Nero nods, and then another lecture follows. This one Dante pays much more attention to.

Finally Nero stops talking, and silence reigns in the room. Not for long, because soon the kid opens his mouth again:

"If everything goes well, then I'll be back in two weeks. It depends on whether there is a suitable ferry..." he pauses, and the fingers of his demonic hand twitch nervously. "Hey, Dante. You can... lend me some money? I don’t have enough for the journey."

(Dante. Nero never called him uncle. Although Dante himself did not find the strength to address his nephew otherwise as "kid".

They really have a long way to go.)

Dante sighs and, deftly kicking the phone into his hand, dials the number.

- Morrison? I'll be away... for a week or maybe two. Don't let Lady blow up the office, okay?..

***

Fortuna turns out to be a strange place that looked as city-sized decorations for some movie about Medieval Ages. Even more impressive is the giant vertical slab in the center of the city, which Nero presented as the sealed Hell Gate. At the sight of this, Dante whistles. Almost immediately, a picture of Vergil comes to his mind, circling around the Gate like a cat around a display case of fish, and he can't help but snicker. Nero turns to look at him with a frown on his face, but doesn't comment. Since their arrival in the city, the kid has been on edge, and it seems that any random breeze can set off an explosion. And while it would certainly be an entertaining sight, Dante decided it would be best to leave him alone.

Dozens of small needles tingle his skin, signifying a demonic presence somewhere on the outskirts of the city. Dante makes a mental note to go there with Nero for some quality family bonding time when the kid will get his sword back.

For now, Nero strides quickly ahead of him with grim determination, barely looking around. Rare passers-by give the two of them condemning looks, but the kid completely ignores them. He only slows down after walking a few blocks. After stories about mechanical swords (and although he remained a firm supporter of the Demon Arms, he couldn’t deny that it sounded cool), Dante expected to see a futuristic factory or at the very least a fantasy smithy, but Nero stops before the small house, so cozy that it would fit straightly into a fairytale. Noticing how Nero looks around uncertainly, Dante silently steps back into the nearest shadow and waves his hand: go. Whatever business the boy had with the inhabitants of this fabulous abode, it would be better not to complicate the situation if it is not necessary.

A melodious voice responds to a knock on the door, and almost immediately a pretty brown-haired woman appears on the threshold. At the sight of Nero, her face instantly brightens.

"Nero!" Wasting no time, she envelops the kid in a warm hug. There is so much genuine warmth in the way she says the name of his nephew that Dante's heart aches with memories and unconcealed jealousy. "Thanks Savior. We were wondering how soon you'd show up." She pulls away, a slight shadow moving across her face. "Kyrie and Credo aren't at home right now. If you wait until tonight..."

"No, no." Nero steps back a little. Dante notices that he holds his demonic arm a little behind himself, not completely hiding it, but as if slightly moving it away from the woman's gaze. "Actually, I've come for the Red Queen. Has she already been repaired? Credo should have left her for me here."

"Red Queen?" thoughtfully, the woman raises her finger to her lips. "Ah, you're talking about your sword... Yes, Credo left it in the garage."

"Good. Can I pick her up?"

"Aren't you staying for dinner?" Genuine disappointment sounds in the woman's voice. "Credo and Kyrie..."

"Yes. I know. Tell them I'm sorry, okay? I'll drop by later."

"...As you say. Just don’t forget: you both are always welcome here. Is Mr. Vergil with you? Give him my best regards."

"...Yeah. Of course."

With these words, Nero follows the woman into the garage next to the house and soon emerges from there with a huge metal case on his back and - unexpectedly - an elegant bouquet in his hand. Without looking back, he leaves. Dante silently emerges from his hiding place in the shadows and, with his hands behind his head, follows him.

Much to his delight, he discovers that Nero is undoubtedly heading towards the source of the demonic presence. Gradually, the houses around them become more and more ramshackle, and the wild vegetation takes more and more place. However, the city still does not end, and Dante decides that it’s a good time to put the end to his vow of silence for today.

"So this is your sword, then?" he looks at the case, which is bigger than Nero by a head. "Looks cool. But can you even handle her? Judging by the size, I’m not sure which one of you will swing whom.”

Not that Dante and the Rebellion at Nero’s age were a better spectacle, but the kid doesn't need to know about it.

"Ha? Don’t be idiot. Of course, I can handle her!" Despite the hasty answer, there is an uncertain note in Nero's voice. And Dante, because that's what annoying uncles do, can't help but go for the hit:

"Yes? And then how did you manage to break her? Poor thing…"

"Ahhh, shut up!" If it wasn't for his burden, the kid probably would have already punch him in the face already. Although Dante got the impression that Nero was more concerned about the safety of the bouquet of flowers than the weight of the case.

For now, deprived of the opportunity to shut up his beloved uncle with a fist, Nero confines himself to throwing lightning at him with a glance.

"This sword was given to me six months ago. It was a training accident. We fought and I revved her too much, and..." he clears his throat with obvious embarrassment. "Well, she had to be left here for repairs and an additional reinforcement"

"Broke the toy on the first day? A way to thank the benefactor."

"At least I got this jerk!.. " Nero trails off abruptly, and in Dante's head, with a dry click, the words "jerk" and "training" come together. It seems that for representatives of at least two generations of Sparda bloodline, this combination could mean only one person.

"...I can't imagine Vergil letting you have a mechanical sword."

(The poor bore must have had a stroke when he saw this marvel of engineering for the first time. And then he probably went off to read a lecture the first knight who came to hand about how much they dishonor the memory of Sparda.)

Nero shrugs.

“It was my birthday. And none of our Demon Arms work with me well. Besides, Credo, who gave me her, has prepared a speech with a list of ten extremely reasoned arguments..."

"Credo, huh?" This is the third time Dante has heard this name and the first time he can understand anything about the identity of this mysterious person. Anyone who could convince Virgil of anything deserved instant admiration in his book, but damn, this guy sounded like a real bore too.

"Yes. He serves in the Order. Kyrie’s brother." Nero's voice changes to unfamiliar, soft tone when he talks about them. "We are childhood friends. Although..." he looks down at his demonic hand and clenches his fist. "Lately, we don't get to see each other often."

They are now on the very outskirts of the city, and only ruined remains of the buildings stand around. Dante can almost hear the demons swarming in the depths of the forest, and he’s tempted to rush headlong there and start kicking asses.

However, Nero goes no further. At one point, he stops and slowly, almost carefully, turns to the nearest remains of the house. These are not much different from the rest: the same pile of time-worn stones and rotten wood. However, when Dante, following Nero, takes a step towards the ruins, he halts in his track. A familiar cold, refreshing aura touches his senses. It is not strong: rather, a little more than an weak echo. But even this echo is enough to make Dante stop and silently watch as Nero, leaving the case lying on the road, goes inside the ruins and kneels down in the middle of it, placing a bouquet on the mossy stone slab.

Several minutes pass in complete silence. With his back turned to him, Dante does not see Nero's face.

He's not sure he wants to see it. He… he is not sure if he ever felt more like outsider.

Finally Nero gets up and returns to the path. His eyes are hidden under strands that have fallen on his face. Bouquet is left inside ruins, and the its bright color contrasts with dirty green-brown of stone and moss. Dante waits for Nero to approach him and then quietly asks:

"What is it?"

"Our house." Nero bends down, picks up the case from the ground, and returns it to his shoulder. “Let’s go. It's time to kick demonic asses."

***

Uncle-nephew bonding time goes well. Of course, demonic bastards are nothing special, but they successfully make up for quality with quantity. Not bad idea, if you ask Dante. Helps to fire up some interest. Chasing his game in the forest thickets, he feels the satisfaction of a professional hunter. Although at some point he is stuck with an existential question: if he is the one who sniffs out prey and the one who kills it, does this make him more of a hunting dog then a hunter?

(Ok, ok. This was terrible. But the devil may have his fan, doesn’t he?)

He finally gets the chance to see Nero in action, and the kid is great, just like Dante expected. His mechanical sword (and Dante would rather eat his tongue than admit it openly, this thing is cooler than some of his Devil Arms. Some. Few.) is still too big and heavy for his age, but the kid handles it with a skill that shows considerable practice. His movements are brash and fearless, and bear little resemblance to his father's mathematic grace. Dante quietly wonders how Vergil allowed such blasphemy to come. Perhaps, Nero's character proved to be an too tough nut to crack even for the twin's snob ego to crack. Firing several shots into the muzzle of demonic scum, Dante cackles: he adores his nephew, and this adoration only intensifies when Dante imagines every aneurysm that the kid caused to his unfortunate dad.

But then the Red Queen gets stuck between the shell plates of one of the demons. With some overload of the engine it could probably be freed, however Nero decides not to risk it. Obviously, psychologic trauma of months of repair is still here. Instead, with a graceful movement, as natural as if he was born with it, the he summons Yamato.

It's good that at this point Dante has already dealt with his share of the demons, because he can take his time standing with his mouth open. And it's not even about the ghostly demonic figure hanging behind the boy. It's about way he moves. It’s still a little off - too jerky, too brash - but that's without a doubt Vergil's fighting style. The same techniques, the same summoned swords, the same impossibly quick slashes that cut through everything in their path, regardless of whether the target is close or far. All the graceful, deadly power that Dante was target of that night on Temen-Ni-Gru, and that he had replayed over and over again in his mind afterward. It's almost surreal to see her here in the middle of the day, in the midst of an almost friendly demon slaying.

Nero, fortunately, does not notice his shock. By the time he cuts the last demonic scum into two neat halves, Dante manages to manages to lift his jaw off the ground. It wouldn’t do good to ruin his ‘cool uncle’ image so quickly.

A short gesture - and Yamato is absorbed by the demonic hand in a blue flash. Nero raises the Red Queen, and they go in search of the next pack of demons. They fight until deep into the evening. The Order of the Sword should be grateful - Dante and Nero cleaned up probably half of their problems. But before Dante has time to approach the nearest knight and demand payment, Nero drags him to the port. Luck is on their side, and they manage to jump on the ferry at the last minute (which almost made the captain's eyes pop out his head. The poor guy is probably not used to people who are able to overcome three meters in one jump).

After everything is discussed and settled they get a small cabin at their disposal. And, after a scarce dinner, Nero cracks.

Sitting on a narrow bunk in their cabin, the kid lowers his head and starts talking. Yamato lies on his lap, and the fingers of the demonic hand fidget with the golden ribbons. Dante listens without interrupting. He already knew some parts of what Nero says. Other parts - suspected. And other parts comes as a complete surprise to him.

Vergil, of course, appeared in Fortuna because of stories about Sparda. Poor dude just couldn’t take a step without chasing after their dad’s shadows. But Fortuna (and, probably, the power of adolescence and suppressed hormones) had more to offer to him than piles of dusty books. In search of information, Vergil met a local librarian. Their acquaintance, started with purely pragmatic considerations at the beginning, gradually became more... intimate, at least for a fleeting period of time before an unavoidable parting. At this point, Nero trails off and, pink as roses, hurries on to the next part of the story. The corner of Dante’s mouth twitches up but he stays silent. It’s not the time and the place and probably even not the right person. The one Dante would love to torment for juicy details isn’t here and he probably never will be.

After the Temen-Ni-Gru fiasco, Vergil did not return to Fortuna immediately. In fact, he wandered around the world for another year before found himself on the island for some reason. And there he met his contact again - and with her, a big news, in form of a white-haired toddler.

At this point, Dante doesn’t manage to restrain himself and snorts. He laments that he would give a lot to see Vergil' face at that moment. Nero squints at him and, after a pause, says in a deadpan tone:

"I remember it even now.”

It takes several minutes for Dante to pull himself together from laughing. Boy, he needed this. Honestly, he would give up on his prized collection of magazines for the chance to just sit here and listen to the stories about his twin being an idiot!

But then Nero continues the story, and there is little room for laughter left in it.

Whatever went through Vergil's head at the sight of his not-quite-ex and mini-him, he stayed in Fortuna. They settled on the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes. The locals, with the exception of one couple, did not much favor their family, but did not touch them either. The Order of the Sword, on the other hand… at some point they become a little too problematic. However, during the series of completely unrelated events, the Order was engulfed in the inner turmoil, due to which two Sanctuses were replaced and some morals were reestablished. In the end, Vergil’s family was left alone.

(It was Credo who told him about this, Nero added after a pause. Vergil himself did not like to share much about the events of that time)

Their not quite simple, but normal life in Fortuna lasted three years. Then, overnight, everything changed.

Nero doesn't recount these events in details. But Dante doesn't need them. Closing his eyes, he can see it just before him - a house on fire, the screeches of demons, a female figure lying like a broken doll in a pool of blood. The same picture, cruelly replicated fifteen years later after the first. The only difference is that this time only one of the twins witnessed it, while the other was happily spending his time and money in the "Love Planet" treating himself after lucky gigs.

"Foolishness, Dante. Foolishness," a deep, nasal voice whispers to him. "Without power, you can't protect anything."

Force Edge still hangs in his office, in a place of honor behind his chair. Dante didn't let Vergil take it. After all, who would entrust such a powerful weapon to the power-obsessed bastard who has no regards for human life? Who knows what idiotic purpose he will decide to use it for?..

Dante's nails cut into the skin so hard that drops of blood fall on the floorboards. Nero doesn't notice.

"Since that day my arm has changed," he says almost casually and continues the story.

After that, they were constantly on the move. From place to place without staying in any city for more than a couple of months. Fortuna remained the only somewhat stable point on their path. Nero wasn't sure why. Perhaps Vergil never managed to completely leave behind the place that became the home of his family. Perhaps he did not want to deprive Nero of it. In any case, from time to time they continued to visit the city, usually going to friends of Nero's mother. The children of this family - the forementioned Credo and Kyrie - remained few of the constant figures in his life.

Here Nero stops and, after short hesitation, adds:

"Actually, when we met, I was on my way to Fortuna."

Dante raises an eyebrow.

"What, you decided not to heed the words of your dear daddy and go to your beloved uncle?"

"After the description he gave to you?" Nero snorts. "No way! Only a moron would agree to go to ‘a lazy, incompetent, pizza-obsessed idiot who has no idea about self-control, acceptable behavior and responsibility...’"

"Ouch" Dante hopes that, regardless on which plane of the universe Virgil resides, he sneezes like crazy now. Because until Dante raises another hellish dark tower in the middle of the city, he will continue to consider himself the responsible twin, thank you very much. "So we ran into each other purely by chance? Okay, I guess that mission was worth something after all."

"I... tried to look for him. After he... after I was left alone. I looked around the forest…"

"Ah." Dante tries to keep his tone as neutral as possible. "And how? Found anything?"

Without taking his eyes off Yamato, Nero shakes his head.

"Only ashes and dried blood."

"Disappeared, then. Sounds like him. The last time he decided to go AWOL on me, it took him fourteen years, and in the end he sent a little kid instead of himself." Dante rubs his forehead with his palm and squints at the Nero. "Cheep up, kid! You’ll see, in another dozen years he will show up, maybe even with new relative in tow. Do you want a brother or sister?"

Nero snorts.

"Very funny," he grumbles. Dante shrugs.

"Funny or not, this is the truth of life. Well, until he decides to show his sorry hide again, you’re stuck with me. So we have a plenty of time to prepare a suitable greeting for him. Hm… Maybe we can record our duet performing "Hey, asshole!" and put it as melody for my Jukebox?"

Nero freezes. He sits like this for a very long time without taking his eyes off Yamato, and then raises his eyes. Very slowly, his lips curl up a little.

"Make sure that it sill have a violin arrangement."

Dante answers with his most radiant smile. And then, after finally working up his nerve, he reaches out and quickly ruffles the kid's hair.

"Exactly."

Nero snorts again, but his expression is a little more relaxed now. Dante hopes it stays that way.

‘Verge. I don’t know if you will ever be able to forgive me. I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive myself. I can understand why you decided not to trust me with Nero’s existence until now. I will even understand if one day you really will show in the doors of my shop demanding for your kid and Yamato. Actually, I even hope that you will do that, just to see how the kid drop-kicks you in the face.

But… if… if the grandiose return isn’t really on your schedule right now… Then… Rest, brother. Rest peacefully. I'll look after him. You know, I may be an idiot. But I swear it: there is no chance that I will let the kid down.’

…To be continued.

Some explanations, rambling and headcanons:

1. I. Need. More. POWER! …or, actually, I need to expand my vocabulary. While I finally can read the story I didn’t found among other DMC fanfiction and see my headcanons come to life, it doesn’t quite come out the way I want it to be. From my point of view, it isn’t bad, but... it could be better. Writing in English is hard and too often I feel myself handcuffed – these is so many things I would wanted to say but too often I can’t find THE right word and expression. Damn.

In any case, if you find mistakes/feel that some parts could be phrased better, can you let me know?

Also, your commentaries are the MOTIVATION itself. Thank you for your praises of the first chapter!

2. There were no way that I will leave Nero without Kyrie. They are just too cute together, though Kyrie probably will have even less of screentime here than in DMC5..

3. Yeah, I’m wish only happiness to my favorite characters… That’s why for this fic I added to Vergil’s canonic trauma a new level… Well, he at least he has Nero… had. Well, authors of "hurt-comfort" fics always are kind, especially, you know, to their favorite characters.

4. Canonically, parents of Kyrie and Credo were killed by failed subjects of Ascension ceremony. But here Vergil from the very beginning made sure that this shit won’t go farther, so I can let them live, yeah! I feel that this fic has enough angst already, so there is no point to kill them too.

[x-ladyathena-x]

Free

Dean Winchester x Reader

Multi-POV (mostly reader POV with some Dean POV mixed in for clarity and understanding of the situation)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Fluffy Smut, Smutty Smut, idiots in love

Word count: 4k - Buckle in, it’s a long one! (that’s what she said?)

Summary: An evening at the bunker planning your next hunt takes a romantic & steamy turn as you and Dean confess your feelings for each other.

You’d just finished a hunt and made it back to the bunker. Tired and exhausted, you see Dean at his computer, probably researching the next job.

“Welcome back, Sunshine!” he yells across the massive room, eyes never leaving his computer screen.

You roll your eyes at the pet name, but laugh at the same time. “Smartass.” You mumble under your breath at him.

“Aww, you’re the sweetest, y/n” Dean smirks at you with his goofy fake cheesy grin.

After a little playful banter back and forth, you unload your gear and slump down into a chair at the table that Dean is sitting at with his laptop.

“whew! I’m beat.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

Dean Drains the last bit of the beer he’d been sipping on and gets up for another. He holds up his empty bottle, “want one?”

“yeah, grab me one too.” You say, thinking about the ice-cold deliciousness awaiting you.

Dean walked back to where you were seated. You’d pulled out your laptop by this point and had started running a map spread.

He walked up, opened your beer for you and presented it to you like a waiter in a fancy restaurant would present a bottle of Champaign. “Your beverage, ma’am.” Dean says with a slight bow.

You laugh and take the beer. While you throw your head back, savoring that first sip, you don’t notice Dean watching you with a little smile on his face from having made you laugh.

You set your beer down. “Ok, come look at this.” You say. You’ve got the map pulled up on your screen.

Dean comes up behind you. He places one arm on the back of your chair, the other balancing his weight on the table. You’re acutely aware of how close he is to you. Your body stills. The world around you slows, moving in slow motion. You can feel him hovering right over your shoulder and it feels like an electric charge coursing through your skin.

You swallow. “Right here.” You say, pointing to the screen. “we’ve got intel on vamp nests; here, here, there, and way over here. I think we should begin with this one.” You say pointing to the blue dot. “But I’m not sure when we should hit the others.”

Dean leans forward. He moves his hand from the back of the chair to your shoulder. His fingers graze the skin of your exposed neck. He points to the screen with the other hand. “Well green would definitely make sense to hit after blue. But, as for red and yellow? Shouldn’t make much of a difference which of those we hit after that.” His hand was still on your shoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. “See? Easy as pie!”

He stopped, hesitating, and looked down at where his hand was. His eyes suddenly became hungry.

Dean slowly began trailing his fingers along the exposed skin on your neck. You leaned into his touch, his hands – his hands! You could feel the strength and power in them at their touch. Oh, that rough touch. It set every molecule in your body humming. When you let out a small groan of pleasure, you could have sworn you felt deans body waver for a moment.

Gently, he moves a wisp of hair that had fallen down the nape of your neck. Taking his time, he allowed his fingers to brush through your hair, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You shudder and bring in a short gasp of breath at the light, deliberate touch. Gah… this man could bring you to your knees with one touch. Just melt you into a puddle.

Umm, wake up, y/n! you think to yourself. You’re a badass hunter. Humans and creature alike literally fear your name! And here you are melting at the touch of (of all people) Dean effin Winchester�� Ugh, get it together, y/n!

You’d never told anyone but you actually really liked Dean. A lot. He’d been on your mind more than usual lately. Maybe it was all the time you two had been spending together? He was fun and funny. And Charming… Oh yea, charming. So charming he just loved charming his way into the pants of every girl he met. You felt your teeth clench at the thought.

Am I jealous? Is this jealousy? You think to yourself. Jealous… jealous of what? Nothing. Something? You didn’t know why you felt that way. Dean wasn’t yours, after all. You knew he only saw you as a friend. Someone to joke around with, hang out with on your days off. He’s made moves on other girls. If he were interested in you, he’d have tried to make a move already. But he hadn’t. Just a little light hearted flirting, but you knew that was his personality. So that’s that. But- but, this?

What was this? What was happening right now?

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of your neck, resting his forehead against your hair. A deep sigh and the soft flutter of eyelashes tells you that he closed his eyes as he breathes in your scent.

Was this it? Was he making his move? The feel of his face nuzzled in your neck lit a fire burning in your belly. Him. You wanted him. Needed him. And his body language suggested that he wanted you just as bad.

“Dean...” you say breathlessly.

“y/n, I- “

The sound of your name brings you back to your senses somehow.

Making his move. You think to yourself. On you? Who does he think you are?! Some tramp from the bar? How can this man both infuriate and arouse you all at the same time?! This was starting to feel like an emotional roller coaster that you wanted to get off of.

You clear your throat and decide to lay down the law. You needed to let him know that playing around wasn’t your thing. And, of all people, he should know that about you, ugh.

“I’m not one of your conquests. Another one-nighter. So, if that’s what you’re after, you can pump the breaks before you start any of your trusty old sweet talk like honey dripping from your lips.” Mmm… his lips… Snap back to earth, y/n!

He’s smooth, you give him that. And as bad as you’d love to throw him down right here and fuck his brains out, you gather your senses and realize that your self-respect and dignity are more important. But, oh… those lips. The high road sucks.

You take a deep breath, gather yourself, and continue, “I, unlike your long list of hit-em-and-quit-em’s, am a lot of hard work. I require dedication and respect.” You spat the last word out a little more icily than you meant to, but you were seething at the thought of his hands being on anyone else.

Did he just screw some rando less that twelve hours ago? You don’t know. Probably. You clench your fist at the thought.

Dean moves suddenly. Swiftly. Like the predator you know him to be out in the field while hunting. Taking you by surprise, he kneels beside you, grabbing both your hands, turning you sideways in the chair to face him. He looks up at you with deep sadness in his eyes.

“Y/n, I- I haven’t. N-not once. Not since I- I realized…”

-----

Dean couldn’t stand it anymore; he couldn’t bear to hear the heartbreak in y/n’s voice. And he did hear it. Even though she tried to cover it; lacing every word with venom. He could still hear it. And it broke him inside.

What makes him good enough to deserve someone like y/n? She was way better off without a messy relationship with him. A relationship that would inevitably end in heartbreak. Heartbreak for one of them. Because in this life, the life of a hunter, having your heart ripped to shreds by the loss of a loved one was part of the reality. He was so scared to allow himself something good.

Good? Why do I deserve good? He thought. Maybe death and loss are part of everyone’s reality. Maybe, just maybe he was making the pain worse by fighting this… Maybe she, like him, was also scared. Would she even feel the same if he told her? What would he say? That he’d been in love with her for, well, he wasn’t sure when it happened. They’d always playfully flirted with each other. Sometimes she stole his beer, took a few sips, and handed it back. He liked the idea of putting his lips where hers had been. Dean imagined about how she would taste. He- he needed to tell her. Tell her everything.

Why was he making himself so miserable? This had to end, he was being stupid. It was his own fault for not confessing sooner. Dean gathered his courage. In one fluid motion, taking y/n by surprise, he knelt beside her, took her hands in his, and turned her body to face him.

Dean looked up at y/n. There it was. A mixture of torment, sadness, and longing. All weakly camouflaged by an icy look in her eyes.

“Y/n, I-“ Dean froze. I, what? Come on, spit it out, man! You’ve got this. “I haven’t.” Haven’t what?! Words. What are words? “N- not once. Not since I- I realized…” shit. Dean froze again as y/n’s breath quickened. Her eyes wide, listening to him speak. Her nails unknowingly digging into his palms in nervous anticipation of what he was trying to say. Why couldn’t he just spit it out?!

-----

You feel your pulse racing. You’re hanging on to every word pouring from those perfect lips. Every. Word. As your gaze dances across painfully beautiful green eyes, your expression softens.

“Not since I realized I love you.” Dean finishes in a low, rough voice.

Your breath catches in your throat. Is this real? Are you breathing? Did Dean just say what you think you heard him say?

“Y/n, I love you. And I have for a long time now.”

You release a big breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Gently you lift his rough hands up to your mouth, brushing your lips across his calloused knuckles.

Unable to speak, you keep your hands on his as he reaches up to your cheek to wipe away a single tear. Am I crying?! You think to yourself. Apparently. Yes. The rush of emotion and relief that you’re feeling, knowing that he feels the same way that you feel keeps you tongue tied.

Your reaction to his words was the catalyst Dean needed to keep going. He continued, “I love you. I haven’t been with anyone for a while now. Not since I realized that you were right in front of me the whole time. Exactly what I’ve been searching for.” Dean was on both knees by this point.

As if Dean were searching for the next words he wanted to say, his head dropped down against his hands (which were still holding yours in your lap) and he drew a shuddering breath.

You could feel his soft hair against your leg. Why does he have to be so damn sexy?! As he composes himself, you reach out and run your fingers through his hair. His head jolts up at your touch. You smile at him, “I love you too, Dean. I just never knew you felt the same. Why are you only telling me now? Why hide it for so long?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Or lose you.” He whispered as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“Hurt me? Uh, didn’t ya think this whole ‘apparent unrequited love’ thing was killing me too?” you say sarcastically with a smirk. But in truth, that wasn’t fair to Dean. Because he didn’t know how you felt either. You’d never told him. Sure, you always flirted with each other and you found him insanely attractive and hot. Especially when he got protective over you during a hunt, or some creep at the bar. How many nights did the two of you stay up laughing at each other’s stupid jokes and throwing back a few beers? You’d always enjoyed each other’s company.

You repeat yourself, but softer this time, with longing in your voice. “Why now, Dean? Please. Tell me.”

“Because I was tired of denying myself the one good thing that ever came into my life.” He said heatedly. “Because I can’t think when I’m around you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, y/n. I can’t sleep without thinking of you. I can’t eat, hell, I can’t even put a beer to my lips without wishing it was you that I had at my lips. I want. No. I need you in my life. By my side. I need to - taste you. Breathe you. Y/n, I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. I see it in your eyes, I see the way you look at me. And I’m scared shitless of how deep these feelings go. This-“ Dean gestured between the two of you, “Is something that I never even knew it was possible to feel.

Without skipping a beat, Dean put his hand behind your head and pulled you into his lips. It was a tender kiss. Gentle, soft. You could feel the fire growing inside you. He felt so good. Your hands found the stubble on either cheek as you kissed him back. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and found yours.

The kiss became more forceful, and full of need. You didn’t want it to stop. It couldn’t stop. If it did stop, that may be the end of the world as you know it.

Dean stood, pulling you up with him as he wrapped both arms tight around your waist. He began running his hands over every surface of your body he could reach. He pulled you flush with his body, never breaking apart your lips. You could feel the heat radiating off him. You ran your hands down his powerfully muscular back. This. This man. Him. Dean. Dean is what you want.

Dean broke the kiss apart. “I love you, y/n. I love you so damn much it hurts.” He said, his voice breaking.

“I love you too, Dean.” You say, smiling up at his face, tangling your fingers in his hair.

With a small grunt, Dean lifts you up by your ass and you instinctually wrap your legs around his hips. You feel a growing bulge in his jeans. You pull his face back in to yours. You can’t think straight, you want him so bad, you can taste it. Your core is aching with need. The need for him growing more intense. Only he can quench this fire burning you up.

Dean carries you clumsily down the hall to your room. Your arms still entwined around each other, holding each other together, holding the universe together.

Once inside Dean puts you down and you both stand there, staring at each other, breathing heavily. You both suddenly fly towards each other. Grabbing and pulling clothes, pulling each other’s lips down hard on your own. You unbutton Deans blue jeans and he unclasps your bra. Your t shirt and shorts long forgotten somewhere on the floor.

The feeding frenzy of ripping each other’s clothes off slows to a savory pace as you tug and pull off Deans pants, leaving nothing to hold down the massive tent in Dean’s boxers.

He pulls the straps of your bra from your shoulders, slowly. When the cold air hits your nipples, they perk instantly Dean lets out a sharp hiss. “Oh, y/n.” He teases the soft flesh. First with his thumb, then with his mouth. As you feel his tongue against your skin, you let out a sigh of pleasure. His eyes dart up to your face. He lifts his head and softly kisses you on the mouth. “I would love nothing more than to throw you onto this bed and fuck you senseless right now.” Dean said with a growl, but then his expression softened. “But if this is too much, we can stop. You’re in charge… as per usual.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you playfully smack him on the arm, grinning.

“Hey now!” you say laughing, “I’m not always in charge when we do hunts.”

Dean rolls his eyes and says sarcastically, “Yea, ok. Sure…”

You lean in and plant a kiss on his neck, “Well, I guess – since – I’m the one – in charge,” you say playfully between kisses. Trailing them down his chest and belly, stopping at his boxers. His erection obvious. “Then, I’ll accept nothing less than-“, you pull his boxers down revealing his full length. You flash your eyes up to his. He’s hungrily watching you, “-being fucked senseless.” You say as you take him into your mouth.

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She was so fucking beautiful. Perfect. The most perfect thing he’d ever seen. As y/n started bringing her kisses down his torso, Dean could feel his erection stiffen even harder. When she stopped to pull down his boxers, he could feel his shaft weeping with anticipation.

He was so worried that he had crossed a line earlier. It totally took him by surprise that y/n wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

“Well, I guess, since I’m the one in charge, I’ll accept nothing less than being fucked senseless.” Y/n said as she looked up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Damn! She was so hot. Dean had never been this riled up by anyone before. Oh, if that’s what you want, Baby, then that’s what I’m gonna-

Dean wasn’t able to finish his thought stream. Y/n had taken his whole length into her mouth. “Oh FUCK!” Dean screamed out, grabbing y/n by the hair. He slowly began to guide her head at the pace he wanted. Her tongue, her mouth, her! She was about to make him come already. Dean pulled himself out of her mouth. “Bed. Now.” He commanded with a sly smile.

Y/n laughed, “whatever you say, Baby.” As she climbed onto the bed, she did a dramatically slow striptease style crawl that made Dean’s erection throb.

Dean crawled up her body, kissing every inch of her he could reach. Y/n made a little pleasurable whine as dean kissed her thighs while he pulled down her lacy black thong. Her center was absolutely dripping wet. Dean wanted to live between those perfect thighs. Spend years there, never come back to reality. Was time even moving at all? What day is it? What year is it? He didn’t care. None of those things mattered. None of it mattered because he had his y/n. His. Mine.

The only thing that existed was the two of them.

Dean dove his face between y/n’s thighs to her soft center. She tasted like Spring sunshine. Dean took his time, savoring every shudder that ran through her perfect body. Every gasp, scream, and moan that came out of her perfect mouth. She was getting close to coming.

-----

Your whole body is on the brink. Every move dean makes brings you closer to the edge. You need this release and you need Dean to give it to you. You feel yourself climbing, building, then suddenly – the earth shatters around you. You scream “Dean! Oh, DEAN!”

Dean keeps going while you ride out the high, he slowly brings you back down. You sigh, “Dean that- that was- I-“ you have no words. He seems to understand what you’re trying to say because he smiles.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Your heart and core flutter at his words.

He climbs between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You place your hands on his hips and start to guide him in. With one smooth powerful thrust, he slides his whole length inside you, filling you up, stretching you in the most delicious way. You both gasp. He smiles and kisses your forehead.

His pumps start slow at first, then become more deliberate, more powerful. You love the protectively dominate power he radiates as he’s on top of you. Dean is a MAN. And he feels good. He feels so damn good. You start to feel yourself building again to what you knew would be another earth-shattering orgasm.

Dean found his rhythm and savored every movement, every stroke. He could stay here for ages.

As you feel yourself building, your need for him grows stronger. Dean... He was yours. And you were greedy for more of him. As his rhythm quickened, you dug your nails into his ass pulling his thrusting hips toward you with more force at each thrust. He catches the hint.

Without ever breaking the two of you apart, he flips you over onto all fours and doesn’t hold back. His urgency makes you cry out in pleasure. “Baby, yes! That’s it!”

“You want more? You want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”

“YES!” you scream, reaching around and slapping his thigh. That does it. He unleashes himself. You hear him roar with pleasure, holding onto you so tightly, pulling you against him so fast and hard. The sound of flesh slapping echoed around the room mixed with both your cries of pleasure.

“Baby, I’m about to come!” you pant.

“Come on. Come for me Baby.” Dean says breathlessly. “I want to know that I’m the one to make you come.”

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Dean was talking out of his mind in the throes of ecstasy. The thought of y/n coming… of him coming inside her, was throwing him over the edge. Just as he felt himself going over, he felt y/n tighten around him.

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Just as you feel Dean twitching inside you, you feel yourself tighten around him. The sheer power of your shared climax hit you both like a freight train.

When you felt him pull out, you felt empty with his warmth gone. Dean lays back on the pillows and pulls you into his arms. You settle yourself in the warmth and comfort of his body. Dean absent mindedly plays with your hair as you lay your head on his chest and you both breathe heavily while you float back down to reality.

“Dean?” you say softly.

“Mmm?”

“That was amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

Dean chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Glad I could be of service.”

He’s such a smartass, you think to yourself laughing. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more honest with you either.” You say, picking up your conversation from earlier. “I know I’m partly to blame for this dance we’ve been doing around each other for - who knows how long.”

“No, you were right. I should have just nutted up and told you how I felt. It just crushes me to think that I was causing you pain because you thought I was seeing other people.”

You absent mindedly draw circles on his chest with your finger. “I don’t know, I suppose we’re both to blame. I mean, look at this mind-blowing sex we could have been having all this time.”

This coaxes a real laugh out of Dean, and you feel his chest moving up and down from the laughter. But then he stops and you see a seriousness wash over his face. The same pain you saw in his eyes earlier, but maybe – perhaps you are imaging it – less pain, more - hope?

“I meant everything I said earlier.” Dean says in a husky, deep voice. “I am scared shitless to lose you, or to know that I’d be the source of your pain if you ever lost me. I mean, hell we’re hunters, we know how this ends eventually.” Still holding you tight, Dean continues, “I guess, If I’ve got one life to live, even if it’s a short one, I want you by my side. Always. I want you. All of you. The sassy you. The smartass you. The bossy you. The…” he paused to run his thumb across your lips, “The incredibly sexy you that I can’t keep my hands off of.” Dean smiles “I didn’t know that happiness like this, or these – feelings - were even possible to feel. And that’s just it. You made me feel. You pulled me out of a darkness that I didn’t even know I was in. You made me – free.”

[ally-writes-many-things]

Where I being (Jason Kolchek) Part 5

Summary: After being separated for three months due to being put on different missions Jason gets assigned to your mission. Oh did I mention that you and Jason were broken up?

Words: 1.3K

Prompts:

Warnings or A/N:

Tags: @house-of-kolchek

Jason’s POV:

Jason leaned against the table with his gun in his hand watching everything you were doing, he was mesmerized. He’s only ever seen you take control like this once and that wasn’t in public.You were a whole new person to him. You were already a badass to him but seeing you take down that idiot Phillips was a big turn on but the way he touched you. He knew that hickey was from you. He wasn’t mad at you because you were broken up and he had slept with someone else but he was jealous. Jason lied to you, well, kind of. He did really want to go to your office to apologize but he really wanted you but he didn’t want to test his luck. Not until he saw that playful smirk on your face. He knew at that time, you wanted him just as bad. Last night, should teach you that no one can do it better than him. Last night was something he had been needing. From the stress of your break up, to his mission being a bust, not knowing where you were, being jealous over Phillips. He just needed to fuck the stress of it all. The girl he sleep was a lousy fuck as well. Maybe she wasn't a lousy fuck but didn't know his body like you know it. Maybe Phillips was a lousy fuck either but he didn't know your body like Jason does. You're the one person that knows him well. Knows him more than he knows himself. He needed to tell you about sleeping with someone else but he forgot about it.

“Kolchek,”

Your voice snapped him out of his thinking and he stood up straight and walk “Kolchek,”

Jason quickly stood up and walked over to you. “Yes ma’am?”

“You’re going with Adams to search an area. We’re already search it and it did give some good intel but it doesn’t hurt to look again,”

Jason nodded. “Yes ma’am,”

Adams and Jason started to walk away before you said something else.“Take Sergeant Phillips and someone else,” Jason sighed at that name, he didn’t want to be anywhere near this fucker but he didn’t want to piss you off so he just left it alone. “I’m Private Tyler Adams,”

“Nice to meet you,”

Jason had finally found Phillips in the room where you kicked his ass yesterday. “Or you’re coming with us,”

“Yeah, I’m not going with you anywhere,”

Jason was confused as to what he just heard. “What did you just say?”

“I said I’m not going with you,”

“You know I outrank you right?”

“And I don’t care,”

Jason wanted nothing more than to deck this fucker in the face but he knew he would be the one getting yelled at so he just took a deep breath and looked at Phillips. “I’m not the one who wants you to come or ordered you to come. Y/l/n did,”

Jason saw the change in his body language when he said your name.

You really think you’re gonna get her? Not on my watch. She’s mine.

“Only because of y/l/n,”

–

It was about an hour drive to where this area was and none of them saw a single word on the way over. Jason was afraid that if he did, he would start something with Phillips. Jason and the other two hopped out of the car and followed the private. “So where are we going, private?”

“Just up here,”

Jason nodded and continued to walk. It didn’t take long to see where he was taking him. It looked like an abandoned warehouse of sorts. “We need to be careful, Iraqis could be anywhere,”

Phillips barged into the warehouse and shook his head. “I highly doubt it. The first and second time we came here we hit hard and we keep a patrol on this place,”

“I’m sure you do but you’re underestimating the enemy and that not a good thing to do,”

“Yeah whatever,”

Jason looked at Phillips for a few seconds before turning to look back at Adams. “What did you find here?”

“A few maps of locations circled but it didn’t lead anywhere and other unimportant things but I have a feeling that we are missing something,”

Jason walked into the warehouse after Adams. “Why do you think that?”

“I don't know. I just have a feeling,"

Jason nodded. "Well if y/l/n agreed to let you come back here, she must agree too. So let's hit it,"

Jason and the other two had looked through every nook and cranny but didn't find anything. Private Adams even used a metal detector to see he could find anything under the dirt and no such luck. The private and Jason walked out, they weren't aggravated or annoyed or another but Phillips was. It was just steaming out of him. "Why did you have to say something, Adams? You knew that there was nothing there anymore. You so stupid. You wasted my three hours of my day doing this bullshit,"

Jason was about to say something but the private laughed. "You know what, I don't care if I get reprimanded for this but I'm done. Why are you such a fucking pretentious asswipe? Just because you're the commanding officer's errand boy doesn't make you top shit. I don't even know why you're so fucking obsessed with her when it's clear that she doesn't fucking want some airhead that follows her around like a fucking lost puppy,"

Jason snorted. He's only been here for like almost a week but from what he heard from everyone, Phillips looked like a lost puppy. Phillips turned around and looked at him. "What? She doesn't want you. Yeah, we

that's right what I fucked her,"

Jason just gave into laughter at that point. He laughed for a good solid two minutes before looking back at Phillips. "What's so funny? Aren't you upset that I fucked your ex,"

Jason shook his head. "Nah man. She already told me,"

"What?"

"Just because we're broken up doesn't mean we're not friends,"

"Okay but at least I've fucked her,"

"You're fucked her once, buddy. Ive fucked her so many more times than you will ever dream about,"

"You would think that,"

Jason let out another laugh. "Oh I don't think so. I know. She's told me about how lousy of a fuck you are after I reminded her how she should be fucked,"

"So you two fucked last night?"

"We did,"

Phillips went silent for a few minutes. Did he finally give up? Did he finally realize that you were never gonna be his?

"This make sense now,"

Jason's head tilted up a bit to get a better hearing. "What does that mean?"

"She was being too much of a whore last night that it fucked up her thinking about sending us here,"

Jason took his gun off his body and dropped it onto the ground and threw a punch on Phillips. Which caused him to stumble back. "She's a whore because she fucked someone that she was in a relationship with for a year?" Jason landed another punch but this time in Phillips' gut.

"She's a whore because you're mad that she doesn't wanna fuck you?" Jason landed another blow to his face.

After that Jason just kept landing blows after blows and didn't stop until he felt something press against his head. He froze. He knew what it was. It was a gun. Whoever it was spoke in Arabic. "I can't speak Arabic,"

"Stop. Follow. You. Two."

Jason backed away from Phillips as he held his hands up. "Turn around,"

As he turned around, he looked for Private Adams but he was no one to be seen. Jason knew better than to let his guard down but he did. The next thing Jason knows his that he's being hit with the butt of a gun and his vision going black.

[worldviewcast]

The Origin of Worldview

So this is going to be a semi-personal, but also a semi-explanation post about alot of the background info regarding Worldview.  Yes it’ll be a long somewhat boring wall of text for many of you, but to ME it’s words I feel need to be said and it would mean the absolute world to me if people would take the time to hear me out.  Even if its only gonna be the five of you that continue on after this. Anyway...

Worldview technically started forming in my mind when I was probably about fifteen. (For reference, at the time of writing this, I’m about half a year to thirty-one) I was really into doing comics, I had done probably a hundred pages of a really dumb fantasy comic I came up with when I was TWELVE, a Sonic fancomic, and every morning on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I would upload my micron inked and colored pencil story about some DnD characters into the school scanner to post on Drunkduck which is probably all still there today. Adventure’s Guild is missed in my heart, for sure.  But in between looking for my first job, the constant writing and doodling I was doing, and my schoolwork I was tossing another idea around in my head. A really DUMB idea, cuz ya know I was FIFTEEN. And I wanted to call it ‘My Big Brother the Ninja’. At the time I was influence by all the dumb anime I was watching and my best friend at the time who always wore black and stood about two feet over me. I don’t know if he’ll ever read this, but trust me if he knew I was talking about this he would recognize this story right away.  Well. My first job came around, along with my post secondary college work, and then a tech school I paid for, and.....life really started to get in the way of development. I was more focused on drawing Adventures Guild and other doodles for a long time, and soon enough taking care of my daughter took precedence over everything, and then I started sewing, and doing conventions....and the idea of ‘My Big Brother the Ninja’ was just stuck in the back of my head. Sitting. Waiting. Forming slowly as it waited for its existence - its time in the sun.  And at some point I decided I wanted Android/Robotic like characters too...some of my FAVORITE series are Kikaider : The Animation and Chobits (the books, not the infants show they try to pass a a fully written anime) - things like that. So I KNEW long before Worldview had a proper name I would be writing robot characters with a twist. But I couldn’t figure out what that twist was, what would make it work. The whole idea was still....building. It needed a push.  Right around the time My Hero Academia came around everyone with a creative mind seemed to be suddenly struck with a similar idea - what if unique powers WEREN’T so unique in a world?  This is fairly common now, but at the start of MHA I remember finding it weird that suddenly every half the new shows out had a whole population of super powered badasses in a world where living daily life with it was more the norm than the exception.  And I remember finding it REALLY weird this all came out the same time I evolving a similar idea for my own thing.... I wish I could prove I was evolving this ideas before I saw em but I can’t. I have a much deeper theory about the evolution of cultural art and how influences drive creative minds to similar conclusions but that’s a LONG mental dive for another day.  ANYHOW.

So my original idea in ‘My Big Brother the Ninja’ was the Ninja would be the weird super power in the normal world.  NOW I wanted the NINJA to be the ‘normal’ one...and the younger sister would be the WEIRD one because she DIDN’T have some sort of power or ability.  I fell in love with this new dynamic and now things were REALLY starting to come together in my mind, what kind of powers were people gonna have, just HOW mundane was it gonna be, how many fantasy elements did I want to have?  Because I already KNEW another element I really wanted to include was modern day Paladins - and YES I WILL be covering modern-day style Paladins in Worldview proper, but this meant the universe needed a Deity system, a hierarchy or pantheon.  And the world just started to grow....but something was still MISSING, the binding, the elements of what all I wanted to do -  Aaaaaaaaaand then came UNDERTALE.  And yes this ENTIRE long post is just me mini ranting about how WV came to be so people can TRULY understand just HOW much is inside MY universe so we can stop tagging it as part of the UT Multiverse please and thank you - it’s not that I don’t UNDERSTAND the confusion, but here is your ultimate ‘for the record’ post regarding mine and @little-noko ‘s personal frustrations. Undertale was obviously a HUGE part of pop culture, personal experiences, my life, MANY of my readers lives, I GET why the emotional connection is there and why its the first thing that comes to mind - but the ONLY part I truly was fascinated by with Undertale was the way the Souls were.  PHYSICAL Souls - an actual magical entity that represented a person - THIS idea.  This was my missing piece.  To say artists get inspiration from other artists is beyond an understatement - even Sans and Papyrus are references to Helvetica, right? If not references, inspired by, or ‘great minds think alike’, whatever your argument there....its not uncommon.  And Souls being PHYSICAL was the element I wanted to play with - the idea I wanted to expand on, and so much more I want to go into detail about but don’t want to go into spoilers yet so I’m not going to - and the absolute CRUX of my frustrations when dealing with ‘WV is just UT with different characters’.  Worldview has.....humans. Only humans, divided into four race. Mechanoid. Masic. Skeleton. Metazoan. (The last one exclusively because I wanted an excuse to draw cute cat girls, so sue me)  A pantheon of Gods. It’s own world map. Special BIOLOGY that I have developed to work specifically with the races I have built. Ability trees (diagram to come, don’t worry, we’re just still working out the kinks).  It’s own countries, nationalities, and even it’s own tangible form of afterlife which I blame watching WAY too much Supernatural on but HEY Reapers are freaking COOL man.  It’s absolutely gut wrenching painful to have people argue with me over a world that I have nurtured and slowly tended to for a good fifteen years...now that it finally, FINALLY gets a chance to exist and be worked on....I feel like the one binding element I finally found and played with and tried to expand on is the ONLY element that people care about. As if absolutely EVERY other element that I want to show just - doesn’t EXIST. We started with Finch because its a good transition from the old projects to the new and it’s the earliest event in the timeline - nothing more than that. But I’m almost starting to feel like that was a mistake because it’s TOO familiar.  There’s no going back now, and thats fine. But it does make me anxious to move on to the next ‘chapter’ we’ll be delving into.  MAN.  I hope that helps clarify a few things.  I love answering questions (those that I can) about  WV...so my ask box is always open.  For those that made it, thanks for listening. :) 

[marjansmarwani]

maybe, I’m afraid 

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Episode 2x06, but with Carlos (as it should have been)

Just me here again to give Carlos the screen time he should have had. 

A little late to the party maybe (I have no idea how you all manage to get fics up within 24 hours of the episode, I am in awe of that ability) but I still felt the need to make my contribution.

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Most days Carlos was pretty sure that after 7 years on the force he had seen everything there was to see. 

Other days he got a call to respond to two teenagers trapped in a homemade minefield and he was forced to reevaluate that sentiment. 

It doesn’t take long to figure out all there is to know, including just how bad it really is, and by the time the familiar ladder truck pulled up (because of course it was the 126) he was waiting outside the passenger door to give Owen the rundown. 

“Officer Reyes,” he greeted when he saw him, “I’m surprised to see you. I thought this would be a little out of your jurisdiction.” 

Carlos shook his head, “Just barely within it, another half-mile and the sheriffs would be handling the call.”

“But you managed to snag it, lucky you.”

“Can’t say I would have been too upset if I had missed out on this one,” Carlos agreed drily. 

Owen hummed in agreement as he surveyed the scene, “What are we looking at, exactly?”  

It was a bleak picture: two brothers, trapped. One injured, both scared and stuck in an active minefield without a map. And the bomb squad was at least 40 minutes out. He saw his concern reflected on Owen’s face as he considered the situation and all the implications. If they waited, the boy would die. If they went in, he would be possibly sending some of his people to die too. 

And yet Carlos knew what choice he was going to make before he even opened his mouth. He had learned so many things during his time with TK, and one of them was that in so many ways he and his dad were a lot alike. If it were his call, TK wouldn’t have been able to leave those boys in there either. So when the instruction came, he wasn’t surprised. 

“We’re going to need the heaviest duffel we can find and spray paint - the brighter the better.”

Carlos locked eyes with TK briefly as he and the rest of his team turned to start gathering supplies, giving him a smile and hoping that it conveyed everything he wanted him to know: it would be alright, no matter what. 

He almost believed it too. 

All was calm at the start, the 126 functioning like the well-oiled machine they were. In no time they were prepped and Owen was striding back towards the ambulance, asking the new guy if he was ready to go. The discussion quickly transformed into an argument and Carlos couldn’t help but glance back over at the minefield and the brothers. Every moment they argued was one less moment these boys had. Carlos was considering stepping in when a new voice entered the discussion, effectively bringing the escalating argument to a halt. 

“I’ll go.” 

And Carlos froze because he knew that voice. He would know it anywhere, it drew him like a moth to a flame in any room. He turned slowly to find TK standing slightly apart from his crew, stance relaxed but jaw set in determination. 

“I was a dual function FD medic in New York,” he explained, voice calm and firm, “all my certifications are up to date. I can do this.” 

Carlos didn’t need to be looking at him, didn’t need to see where his gaze shifted to know that those last words were directed at his dad. The knowledge made Carlos’s heart ache. The fact that his boyfriend still felt the need to prove himself to his dad after all this time and all he had accomplished killed him, but the thought of TK willingly walking into the minefield killed him even more. 

But it wasn’t his choice to make and when Owen nodded, he felt a cold dread spread throughout his body. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. Today was not supposed to be the day he watched his boyfriend walk into an active minefield. That day was never supposed to come, and yet here it was. 

He walked over to where TK was switching out his gear, struggling with a strap that was twisting over his shoulder. He reached out for the strap without a word, smoothing it out and snapping it in place. They didn’t speak as Carlos stepped back, surveying the harness and gear for any other twists or issues. 

“It’s going to be fine, Carlos.” 

TK’s voice, soft and reassuring, broke the silence and Carlos met his eyes sharply. He wanted so desperately to believe him, but there was a field filled with explosives that had already claimed one life today behind them and he was finding it hard to be optimistic. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked instead. 

TK pulled his helmet on, his steady gaze never leaving Carlos, “Of course I’m sure, the kid’s going to die if we don’t go out there, Carlos. I need to help if I can.” 

Carlos reached down to grab his medical bag and held it out to him. He didn’t like the thought of the man he loved purposefully putting himself in harm’s way, but he also knew TK. As much as he might hate it sometimes, this was TK: always ready to help, always willing to put himself at risk if it meant saving someone else, and there was nothing Carlos could do to change that. And he wouldn’t want to - it was a part of TK that made him who he was: someone that Carlos loved with all his heart. 

When TK reached out to take the bag from him, he didn’t release it immediately. He let his grip linger for an extra moment as he studied TK, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Just, be careful,” he told him softly. TK gave him a small smile, and Carlos released his grip on the bag, allowing TK to walk away, towards the minefield. He was still watching as he ascended the ladder that would drop him out onto the minefield when he felt the presence of others appearing at his side. 

“He’ll be okay kid,” Judd said quietly, eyes never leaving the sight of the two Strands climbing to the end of the ladder. 

“You don’t know that Judd,” Carlos responded just as quietly, already feeling his fingernails digging into his palm as he clenched his hands at his side. 

“No,” the older man agreed softly, “I don’t. But I do know they’ll be as careful as they can.” 

Carlos nodded, eyes tracking every movement desperately. They had reached the edge of the ladder now and he watched as Owen tossed down the duffel, as they both reeled back in preparation for an explosion. He could feel his heart skip a beat and his breath catch in his throat as they waited, but there was only silence and after a moment, he allowed himself to breathe again. 

“I don’t know if my heart can take this,” Paul lamented from his left, “that was nerve-wracking and they still have a long way to go.” 

Carlos nodded wearily, but caught his retort before it slipped out of his mouth: if they made it that far. He didn’t need to release that idea into the universe and the others didn’t need to hear it. So he swallowed it and continued watching. Each and every movement they made was agonizing to watch, but each and every thud of them landing unharmed gave him a moment to catch his breath, a brief reprieve for his heart to beat normally. They had settled into a rhythm, and everything was going smoothly. 

Until it wasn’t. 

The sound of the mine exploding filled the air around them and worked its way into Carlos’s soul. It sent shockwaves through his body as he watched, desperately trying to see through the haze of smoke and debris. He couldn’t see him, he didn’t know if he was okay. 

That fact was more than enough to bring on the fear. It attacked him with a vengeance, freezing him to the spot. He felt as if the whole world froze in that moment; suspending him in the terror of not knowing, trapping him with doubt and fear. 

And then he heard TK’s voice, and he could breathe again. It might just be the most wonderful thing he had ever heard. 

When Owen’s voice sounded across the radios, confirming that they were both in one piece, time picked back up at its usual pace. He felt himself sag in relief, grateful for the knowing and supportive hand on his shoulder from Judd. He spared a glance at the others, seeing his relief reflected on their faces and in their stances. 

Marjan let out a long breath, “That was…” 

“Intense,” Paul agreed grimly, “let’s never do that again.” 

They all nodded, and Carlos couldn’t agree more. 

If there was an upside to that moment it was that the path forward was now clear and the two Strands made quick work of the rest of the journey, closing the distance between them and the boys in seconds. Carlos watched in awe as TK slipped into medic mode the moment he reached the boys’ sides, calmly managing the scene and taking care of the patient. It was a wonder to watch. He handled it all with focus and compassion, quietly reassuring the boys even as he gave instructions to his dad and administered care. He was cool and steady even as he delivered the lifesaving compressions, forcing the teen’s blood to pump through his veins with his own hands. It was only minutes before his voice sounded over the radio, announcing that the injured boy was stable and no amount of fear or worry could have stopped the intense pride Carlos felt in that moment. 

“Kid’s got some skills,” Judd observed with a fond smile and Carlos could only grin. 

Paul nodded, “Looks like someone’s been holding out on us, that was pretty impressive I must admit.” 

“Badass is more like it!” Mateo exclaimed and Marjan, standing next to him, laughed even as she placed a hand on his arm. 

“Steady Probie,” she reminded him, “they still have to get out of there. Let’s not jinx anything.”

Her words tempered the celebratory mood of the group, but even though Carlos had never let go of that fear (he knew he wouldn’t until TK was out of the minefield and at least 2 miles away) it felt different from before. It was wrapped in that pride now, and even as Carlos watched them prep to move and the bomb squad moved out to locate and detonate any mines along the path, he couldn’t shake that. It was almost stronger than the fear now, this pride he felt for TK. That was his boyfriend; the person who had just saved two young brothers in the middle of a minefield was the man he loved. Just when he thought that he had come to know every bit of his body and soul, he managed to surprise him all over again. 

It took every ounce of restraint and professionalism Carlos had to not rush over to TK the moment he cleared the edge of the minefield. He forced himself to wait, focusing on his own job while keeping a watchful eye on TK as he reported back to Captain Vega, as he got an exam from the new paramedic. It wasn’t until he headed back to the ladder truck that Carlos broke away from the crowd, meeting him at the side of the engine. TK looked up as he approached, a smile on his face and a greeting on his lips, but Carlos pulled him into his arms before he even had a chance to speak. 

He held him tightly, savoring the feeling of his breath on his collar and the faint sound of the beating of his heart. His familiar scent filled Carlos’s head with each breath and he closed his eyes. He would have been happy to stand there forever, feeling this and just being them and while he knew they couldn’t, he was determined to have at least a few moments more before the world interrupted. If nothing else, the universe at least owed him this. 

“I’m okay Carlos,” TK said evenly, his voice muffled against Carlos’s shoulder. 

But you almost weren’t. The words rang through his head, but he didn’t speak them. Instead he pulled away just enough to see TK’s face as he asked, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” TK assured him firmly, placing a steady hand on his chest, “the new medic looked me over but I could have told you anyway, I’m fine. Not injured, my dad and I both made it out and so did the boys. This was a win Carlos, I’m more than okay.” 

And he was, Carlos saw as he studied him. He was beaming; enthusiasm pouring out of him. His eyes were alight with something Carlos couldn’t name and he was practically vibrating. Despite everything, Carlos couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He was still worried, still terrified by all the ‘what ifs,” but seeing TK like this gave him a lightness he couldn’t have imagined feeling even a few minutes before. 

He shook his head, trying to mask his smile with little success, “I am glad you’re so pleased with yourself, considering you almost gave the rest of us a heart attack.” 

He had been going for a joke but he instantly regretted it when TK dimmed, “I’m sorry,” he told him sincerely, “I didn’t mean to scare you guys, especially you. I just knew I could help…” 

Carlos interrupted him, moving his hands so they were on each of TK’s shoulders, “You have nothing to apologize for Ty,” he assured him firmly, “you did the right thing. You saved a kid’s life and you did amazing. I am so proud of you.” 

TK’s smile returned, softer than before but still glowing with pride, “You are, are you?” 

Carlos leaned down to place a soft and tender kiss on his forehead, “I am. So incredibly proud. You’re a pretty impressive guy, you know that?”

TK’s smile could have lit up the world and Carlos would have been happy to let it. But they were both still on the job and decidedly not alone, as they were suddenly reminded when Paul peaked around the side of the engine. He smirked at them before calling over his shoulder, “Yeah, they’re decent back here, you guys can come around.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes at his friend while TK casually flipped him off. Paul crossed towards them, completely unfazed before reaching out and pulling TK into a hug of his own. “You can’t keep scaring me like that man,” he told TK when they pulled apart, “I’m getting too old for that crap.” 

TK rolled his eyes at his teammate and Carlos chuckled. He looked behind him to see the rest of the team materializing. 

“That’s my cue,” he told TK, “I need to get back to work and get this scene wrapped up anyways. I’ll see you at home later?” 

TK nodded, reaching out to squeeze his hand, “I’ll be there right after my shift.” 

“Think you can make it until then without nearly dying on me again?” 

“I’ll do my best,” TK assured him and Carlos smiled. 

“That’s all I ask,” he responded, “I love you.” 

“Love you too, Carlos.” 

Carlos smiled at that, the warmth he felt every time he heard those words from TK rushing through him. With one last squeeze of the hand holding his own, he stepped away, letting TK’s team get in their time. As he reached the corner of the engine he looked back, still feeling the whirlwind of emotions deep in his chest. 

But TK was safe and happy - he couldn’t ask for anything more. So he turned the corner and returned to the task at hand. 

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“You know, that call today? It felt good, really good.” 

Carlos looked up from his dinner sharply to see TK idly playing with his, his focus clearly elsewhere. “Please don’t tell me this means you have decided to become a real-life minesweeper, I am going to have some objections to that,” Carlos deadpanned. 

TK laughed lightly, shaking his head, “No, not quite.” 

“Thank god, I don’t think my heart could handle that.” 

TK shook his head fondly at Carlos before his expression grew more pensive, “I didn’t mean the minefield, or even the danger or adrenaline. I meant the saving the boy part. I know I do that all the time as a firefighter, but there’s something different about doing it as a medic. I haven’t had the chance to really do any medical calls since moving to Austin, with the way the department is structured.” 

“You’ve never really talked about it before,” Carlos noted, “I’ve seen you do medical stuff in the field, but before today I didn’t even know you were dual certified.” 

TK shrugged, “It just never really came up, I guess. It’s pretty typical in New York, but their firehouses are structured differently. I guess once I made my peace with being down here I never really thought about it again. It’s not like I could do both the same way I used to.” 

His tone was almost wistful as he turned his gaze down to his plate, but Carlos had a feeling he wasn’t really seeing the food on it. “Sounds like you miss it,” he ventured after a few more moments of silence. 

“Sometimes I do.” 

“So why not go for it?” 

TK looked at him sharply, but Carlos just shrugged, “What? You’ve spent most of the past hour talking about it and you mentioned how the new guy quit and there’s an opening on the paramedic team within your first 10 minutes of showing up tonight. I know you and I know you’re already thinking about it, so why not try it?” 

“Even if I applied, there are so many other candidates. There’s no saying she’d pick me.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. She knows you and how dedicated you are to your job. She saw you in action today, willing to take the risk that someone else wasn’t in order to save a patient. You did the job well and you did it under insane pressure after months of not doing it. If I were her, I’d be wondering what you’d be capable of on an average day.”  

TK looked startled at the efficient takedown of his doubts, but Carlos just raised an eyebrow, “Next?” 

He would dismantle his boyfriend’s doubts with logic one by one if need be. Whatever it took for him to start believing in himself the way Carlos did. 

“I’d have to leave the team,” he said softly, “I wouldn’t be working with them anymore. We’re like a family, I can’t just leave them.” 

Carlos reached across the table to take TK’s hand in his own, “It’s not like you’d be leaving the station,” he reminded him, “you’d still be in the same building and on the same schedule. And they’re not going to feel like you abandoned them, Ty, they’ll still be right there. And right here,” he added with a laugh, gesturing towards his living room, “we’ve fed them, I don’t think we are ever going to get rid of them now.” 

That pulled a smile out of TK, but there was still so much doubt in his eyes that it hurt Carlos to see it. 

“What do you think they would say, if you told them it was something you wanted?” he asked instead, “Do you think they would tell you to forget about it? To stay with them because it was more comfortable?” 

“No,” TK said quickly, “of course they wouldn’t.” 

“So why are you worried about them? They want what’s best for you and they always will. Unless,” he hedged when TK’s expression didn’t clear, “they’re not the ones you’re worried about.” TK pulled his gaze up from the table and Carlos saw all the confirmation in them that he needed, “Your dad?” 

TK nodded, and Carlos sighed. “TK…”

“It would be a big change Carlos,” he said softly. “Except for my probationary period, I have always worked with my dad. I don’t want him to take it personally.” 

“But it is a little personal, isn’t it?” 

He was careful to keep his tone even, non-judgemental and he watched TK closely, waiting for his response. 

“Maybe a little, yeah,” TK admitted. “I feel like this would be a way for me to really see who I am without him right there. It’s not like this is a reaction to him or any news he may have shared recently,” he added hastily, “I would hope I’m past the ‘blowing my life up to piss off my dad’ point, but it is something to consider. And…” 

He trailed off, but Carlos had a feeling he knew what was going to come next, “And you’re worried he might take it personally?” he suggested. 

TK nodded and Carlos sighed and set down his fork, reaching across the table again to pull both of TK’s hands into his own, “Look,” he began, “what’s important is why you’re thinking about this. So, what is it? Why are you thinking about becoming a paramedic?” 

“Because I think I’d love it,” TK said without any hesitation, “because I feel like it’s the best way I can help people.” 

Carlos smiled at him, squeezing the hands in his grasp softly, “Then I think you have your answer. You should do this because it is what you want and because it is right for you. That’s all that matters. Everything else - and everyone else - will fall into place.” 

“And if they don’t?” TK asked softly, and Carlos felt a pang in his heart at the sound of so much doubt in the other man’s voice. 

“They will,” Carlos assured him. “Nothing ever stays the same, remember? And your dad knows that. We all know that. And,” he added, leaning forward in his seat to close some of the distance between them, “I will be here for you, every step of the way. No matter what.”  

The smile TK gave him warmed every inch of his body. They sat in companionable silence for a while, intertwined hands connecting them across the table until TK spoke again. 

“If you really mean that,” he began with a grin, “I could probably use some help with my resume.” 

“Anything for you,” Carlos quipped back, but even as he said the words he squeezed their clasped hands. He meant that, in every way possible. He would be here for resumes and job interviews and everything in between, as long as TK wanted him to be. 

Judging by the way TK met his eyes, and the soft ‘thank you’ that fell from his lips, he had a feeling he felt the same way too. 

[greensaplinggrace]

What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 3)

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His shadow powers are so badass, literally how could you not celebrate him for that alone?

Villain wears black trope REPRESENT.

The way his cloak billows dramatically in episode one before Alina enters the Fold.

The way his cloak billows in general.

His little face in the background after his and Alina’s first kiss as he tries to compose himself.

Him knocking on the table in episode five when he gets back to see Alina. My mans was so hopeful that he’d finally get to third base with the love of his life. RIP.

Large hands. Very tall.

The way he literally cannot tear his eyes away from Alina during the entire scene where Alina dresses him and they have their first kiss.

The softest looking hair I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe Alina got to run her hands through it and she still left him.

How he urgently looks around for Alina outside after she leaves in episode five, right before he confronts Baghra. He’s very frantic and panting and clearly concerned and not being subtle at all about his emotions.

Also the way he walks when he’s leaving Baghra, with his hands stuck out to the side and his fists clenching and unclenching as his form grows smaller in the distance. He looks like a tiny penguin waddling away.

Son’s evil dastardly bastard plans once again thwarted by own mother. Can you imagine living for an eternity and never being free of your parents? Fuck all that other shit, no wonder he went darkside.

“She is all that matters now, not me. She is the future. She is the one-” SIMP

His little smile before he goes to answer the door after they kiss. The way his hold on her lingers as if he can’t bear to part with her. Forehead touch. They are giggling.

The way he runs back in for another kiss. This man is so gone it’s not even funny.

He calls her to him in the books and she spends the entire time agonizing over how upset he’s going to be. The man literally just wants to ask her about her day.

Defends Alina to Baghra after he witnesses her getting harassed. Defends himself to Baghra after she treats him like shit. Love that for him.

“I made something.” / “Let me make a mark on this world before I leave it.” / “It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting.” / “He understood then. The Grisha lived as shadows, passing over the surface of the world, touching nothing. Forced to change their shapes and hide in corners, driven by fear as shadows were driven by the sun. No safe place. No haven.” / “There will be, he promised the darkness, words written upon his heart. I will make one.”

Him offering Alina his kvas. They drink from the same glass.

Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova having to look away and calm himself when Alina licks her lips after drinking his kvas.

Literally his entire confrontation with Kaz. Absolutely hilarious. Local centuries old Black Heretic gets bested by a teenager with one (1) flash grenade.

“I never intended for it to be the blight it’s become.” - Genuine regret. A+++.

Asks Mal what Alina’s favorite flowers are and then gives them to her. Was it manipulative? Yes. Was it awful? Absolutely. Was it the funniest and smoothest shit I’ve ever seen? 100%. I laughed my ass off.

Alina: *enters the fete dressed in the black kefta* *Darkling.exe has stopped working*

This man takes one look at her lack of guards and goes: what’s more important than how beautiful the wifey looks? her safety. *protective bf mode initiated*

He admires how pretty he appears in the mirror of his room with absolutely zero shame and 100% pride. We stan a vain icon in this house💕. Also the mirror is in front of the bed?!?! 👀👀👀

His knife ring.

“You looked like you needed saving,” as fire plays across his features and he looks at Alina with an expression that makes my soul want to splinter into pieces. The implications, the pain.

Will display his complete and utter adoration for Alina in front of the entire Court including the King and Queen despite the fact that that is the worst thing he could possibly do in the political environment.

“No ordinary tracker. No ordinary girl. Orphans of Keramzin reunited. AdOrAbLe.” - How do you say you have issues without saying you have issues?

The way he eclipses Alina when he’s stepping down from the dais. The inherent romantic symbolism of the eclipse and what that means for him.

Him getting excited about the stag to the point where he’s eagerly rummaging through the maps on his table and urgently asking Mal tons of questions.

The five second delay in his thoughts as he processes that Mal isn’t cooperating. Poor guy really thought that everything was finally coming up Sasha for once.

He constantly uplifts Alina after Baghra’s emotional abuse. He constantly helps her with her self esteem and reassures her that she’s doing well and that she just needs more time.

“Yeah I don’t know what Baghra’s summoning ability is,” he said, like a liar.

Even after Baghra suggests that Alina left he doesn’t believe it. He has to hear it from Kaz after searching for ages before he finally begins to believe it.

“You smuggle Grisha out of MY PALACE!”

Titty grab during the kiss scene.

He lifts her up onto the table!!

Local whipped dark overlord gets excited that Fedyor has found Alina and has to suffer through the embarrassment of acting like a lovesick fool when he learns it’s just about Nina.

His relationship with Nikolai.

The fact that Alina’s scarf blows past him before they even meet.

The way he nods with such an understanding expression when the Conductor is lying his ass off as if he sympathizes with everything the other man is saying and isn’t secretly planning his elaborate murder.

Puppy dog eyes all the time.

Every time his smile is forced and ingenuine and he looks like he’s about to stab someone.

Every time his smile is genuine and he looks super soft and loving.

“You have no chance, ShAdoW mAn.” Literally how is he ever going to recover from this.

His hands motions when he summons. I just think they’re neat.

He kills the Conductor. Hated that guy. And he looked sexy as fuck doing it.

He hates the Druskelle, he hates the Ravkan monarchy. I can relate.

He’s NOT a bootlicker, unlike some.

Dad mode gets activated when David raises his hand. Aleksander just goes along with it like an exasperated father.

Ben Barnes nose scronch.

He begs for Luda’s life.

“Merzost feeds on us. I forbid it!” two seconds later *frantic rummaging through notes on the merzost* *reading the Forbidden Knowledge™ without any hesitation* *Immediate Disaster Occurs*

“Mom look what I made!” “Your art is atrocious and you’re no longer my son.”

His history was written by the victors. The tale of the Black Heretic is straight up propaganda by the corrupt monarchy.

Immortal old man caught in a young adult love triangle: I read your letters. Malyen “what the fuck is happening on this here day” Oretsev: ??!?!?!!! who even are you??

Aleksander admitting he needs Alina.

Darklina hand holds.

He did not have to make that episode eight hand-hold on the skiff so sensual but he did it anyways.

The way he hides under his cloak like a turtle when Jesper shoots at him.

He looks so awkward and isolated at the fete surrounded by all of those colorful nobles.

He’s always ready to murder a bitch and honestly I respect that.

Would kill for his gf.

That entire scene where he kisses Alina in the snow in the books like the most awkward motherfucker and then goes “wtf just happened?! Darkling out” before fleeing the scene of the Emotion.

He’s eternally confused by his feelings for Alina and it’s hilarious.

“Looking for trouble, and if I cannot find it I will create it.”

He’s basically just a moth attracted to a fatal light. RIP.

The way he throws open double doors like a man on a mission.

“Follow.”

He’s utterly precious and I would die for him. 🖤

[fullmetalscullyy]

royai week day 1 - king’s gambit/queen’s gambit

summary: It was a sacrifice. That was the true nature of this mission. Sending in a pawn to do the dirty work, so he could get the upper hand on the situation from the comfort of his office.

rating: t | words: 3075 | tags: royai, hurt/comfort, undercover missions, concerned team mustang, while riza goes off on her own to be a badass

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Havoc’s displeasure towards the idea is not vocal, but it is very clearly identifiable in the set of his jaw and the way his arms are crossed over his chest in quiet defiance. Roy doesn’t appreciate the narrowed eyes Havoc thinks he can’t see, but he is inclined to agree with his Second Lieutenant. More than agree, actually. Roy sides with him and his protest, but ultimately it’s not his choice. It’s a gambit she won’t give up, not now that the Lieutenant has set her sights upon it. And not when it can help so many people in the long run.

Perhaps the worst part is it has to be on Roy’s orders for it to work. It’s a good idea, a strategic and tactical one, but it’s on his head if anything goes wrong and also puts one of his subordinates behind enemy lines alone. It’s dangerous. It’s a risk so they can try to gain more control over the situation, and potentially put an end to more suffering. He would never have thought of it alone, but she had. The Lieutenant always had been the best out of the two them at making the tougher decisions. Ones that needed a more clinical view and less emotional attachment to get the job done. Without realising it, Roy could lead with his heart when someone dear to him was involved, but that had no place here. Not at work and not with so much at stake.

Roy hates it, but that’s personal, and is also an avenue he cannot afford to venture down. Not only that, but Lieutenant Hawkeye is a more than capable soldier, and is an adult who can make her own decisions. Professionally, he has to agree with her. It’s a good idea. 

“Are we really going to feed one of our own to the wolves?”

Havoc’s question is quiet. It breaks through the silence they’d fallen into as they studied the map of a compound, a place that was the heart of their assignment. It causes Roy’s stomach to roll into a knot and he sighs quietly to himself. He had started to wonder when Havoc would start to voice his distaste. It was only a matter of time, Roy had theorised.

“That doesn’t sit well with me, Colonel –”

“Lieutenant,” Roy interrupts, starting to grow irritated Havoc would think Roy has assigned the Lieutenant this task heartlessly.

His heart is completely invested in this. More than it should be. 

“It’s a gamble, but based on what? There should be back up going in from the start.” His voice is rising in volume, careening away from the quiet, contemplative silence they’d been in only moments ago.

The office door opens, and the subject of their argument enters the room. She’s heard Havoc’s complaints; Roy knows she has. He can see it in the expression on her face and the way her brow twitches and furrows at them both a fraction, before turning to close the door behind her.

Havoc’s breathing slows as his emotions abate. It’s obvious he didn’t expect her to interrupt or overhear their conversation.

“It’s my choice, Lieutenant Havoc.” Her voice is even and level, but there is a hint of something else to it as well. There’s a tinge of frustration, and rightly so. That’s more than fair. She’s not happy and Roy swallows when he realises it, afraid she’s going to take their nervousness towards the situation the wrong way.

There was never any doubt in her abilities from either of them. This reflex comes from elsewhere. It was concern for a very close friend; Roy knew of the history between Hawkeye and Havoc. They went back to the Academy and had always been close to one another. For him, it stemmed from emotions he should not name. A natural response to those emotions, but Roy also knows he shouldn’t voice or even think of them, for they are dangerous. They could be damning. But damn him, Roy can’t help it. He’d never forgive himself if the worst happened to her because of his orders. He’s already, either directly or indirectly – that was still up for debate between them even after all this time – caused her so much grief and hardship in her life. He refuses to add to any more of it. This mission has the potential to do so, and he is concerned as a friend, as well as something more.

“Hawkeye –” Havoc’s attempt to placate her doesn’t work.

“This will work,” she adds, “and I’m not giving up on it. It’s a simple in and out.”

“It may take months though,” he counters. “All that time with no backup. Can you blame me, us,” he gestures between him and Roy, and the latter wishes Havoc would keep him out of his argument, “for not liking it?”

“It’s not up to you.” Her brows draw together into an offended glare.

Havoc huffs because he knows she’s right. He just cares, like they all do.

Only, Havoc can be more vocal about it though.

Roy says nothing and simply observes. A part of him wishes to leave them to their dispute but he’s their commanding officer. He can’t back down from conflict between two of his officers. He has to resolve this.

“Lieutenant Havoc.” Roy turns his head to face him. He needs to regain control on this conversation, so his tone is even and professional when he speaks. “As Lieutenant Hawkeye has stated, this is her choice. She’s happy to go.”

Havoc says nothing. His lips purse as he looks at his old friend.

Roy turns his gaze towards the Lieutenant. “She’s willing to enter the compound herself so we can advance in our fight against this group.”

He meets her eyes head on, ensuring the contact between them is direct. He wants to convey everything he needs to with one look or speech alone, but the Lieutenant is not a mind reader, and this is a professional environment. So, he will try his best with the limited methods he’s been given. And if the opportunity to discuss his concerns privately arises in the future, Roy will grasp it with both hands and communicate with her as effectively as he can, to reassure her and voice his thoughts.

“I am just as concerned for the Lieutenant’s safety as the rest of the team,” he adds tactfully. “I don’t like the idea of any one of you being sent off to fight a battle yourselves without backup from the team. It’s happened once before.”

Roy pauses and that knot in his stomach tightens as he remembers Fuery being sent to the front in the South prior to the Promised Day. He remembers how they were divided, split up and left to fend for themselves after being such a tight knit group for so long.

Havoc’s shoulders fall and relax as he catches onto Roy’s meaning.

“However,” Roy continues, “if the Lieutenant has no issues with going, we should respect that.”

“I know,” Havoc relents. “I will.” Still, he looks unhappy, but the argument is dropped.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take to help those in need,” the Lieutenant states, “but it’s a controlled risk.” Her tone softens as she joins them and leans over the map, looking down at it. “I appreciate the concern, but this decision was not made on a whim.”

“I know,” Havoc repeats. The fight is gone from him, as well as his displeasure, but his concern is still there. “I know you would’ve thought it through first,” he adds to try and placate her.

“It will work,” she assures. Determination overtakes her expression as her eyes rove over the map and Roy can’t help but wonder what her thoughts are, and what plan she is conjuring up inside her mind.

Her reply leaves no room for argument, effectively ending their conversation.

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His steps need to be controlled as he walks towards the compound, and they are, but he wishes he could do the opposite. Critically he surveys the faces of the people being escorted out. There’s none that spark recognition. People are crying with joy, happy to have been liberated. Others have minor injuries and are being seen to by medical personnel.

The news reached them less than an hour ago of the Lieutenant’s success, but there was no word from her personally yet.

He needs to know… Roy didn’t know what. He needs to hear her voice, at least, over the radio. However that had never come to pass. He needs to see her with his own eyes to ascertain her safety and wellbeing. But instead, he was left searching through the faces of the survivors to no avail.

She walks out from behind the compound gates and Roy feels his breath catch in his throat with relief. The Lieutenant is upright and walking and initially, that’s enough for Roy. His exhale through his nose is long, but quiet, so those rushing around him do not hear. They are hurrying passed the Lieutenant, searching for others in need after she reassures them with a polite smile she’s okay.

Roy is unaware of them though. He shouldn’t be, but he is, because all his focus is taken up by her. The smile he manages to catch a short glimpse of releases all the tension from his muscles.

Then he notices the blood on her beige polo shirt. It looks dark, so it looks old, but Roy can’t be sure due to the colouring of the fabric. He’d rather not see it at all. There’s a tear in the fabric of the shirt as well, right in the centre, where something has penetrated and pierced her skin. The sight makes his skin flash with heat and his heart pounds with contained fury. As the Lieutenant walks closer Roy sees the scratches on her face. They’re superficial, so not too worrying, however they are still there when they shouldn’t be.

She greets him with a nod after all this time. Her steps are purposeful and confident. Determined, even. The Lieutenant doesn’t falter as she approaches.

“We got them, sir.”

The next thing Roy notes is her voice is strong. It doesn’t waver as she speaks despite the apparent injuries.

“And you?” It’s the first question out of his mouth but it’s not completely out of place. Any commanding officer would be concerned for their subordinate after such a long time of radio silence.

“Fine, sir,” she confirms. “My injuries are a result of a scuffle during the final conflict. Nothing to worry about.”

From the look if it, Roy doubts that claim, but holds his tongue.

“The plan succeeded.”

She doesn’t boast. It’s not an ‘I told you so’. It’s simple fact.

The Lieutenant knows he’d never doubt her abilities or capability to get the job done, and he’s told her that already to reassure his and Havoc’s worry comes from a well-meaning place, but she knows he gets more concerned than he should. More than is appropriate. Roy can’t help it. For personal reasons, he can’t – outside of any feelings for her as well. He cares for each and every one of his subordinates. He hates to sacrifice one to fight a battle alone, and to leave a comrade behind, but knows doing it temporarily can sometimes be practical or necessary in order to win a greater war.

Ultimately, the Lieutenant was right. Thankfully, the outcome is mostly positive.

Professionally, he’s grateful the plan succeeded. She has an eye for precision that he doesn’t, so her input was more than welcome for this mission. And it stopped more innocent people from coming to further harm. Personally, he wants to wrap her in a tight hug and not let her go. To dress her wounds and ensure she’s okay. It’s been a month of no contact, of not knowing how she was faring while undercover.

She came back to them though. He remembers that.

“Well done, Lieutenant.”

Before he can praise her further a medic rushes up. She extends a blanket out to the Lieutenant, who stares at it blankly. But Roy sees an opportunity and steps in. He thanks the medic and takes it, unfurling the material as the medic presses forward to assist those who may need medical attention within the compound.

“Here.” His murmur is gentle as he wraps the blanket around her shoulders.

“Sir –”

She’s gearing up to argue but Roy is having none of it. That blood stain doesn’t seem to be growing in size, but he won’t take any chances. Not anymore today where she’s concerned.

“That injury needs looked at Lieutenant,” Roy interjects.

“It’s fine –”

“Not the point.” He hates to interrupt her. His voice turns husky with emotion. Roy would say he’s surprised by the sudden turn, but in all honesty it makes sense.

It’s been a long month.

For that reason, he doesn’t relent on his grip of her shoulders. He steers her over to a free medic and remains close by as she’s treated. One arm crosses over his chest to clutch at his side while the other hand cups his chin in thought as the medic works. He questions her on everything that happened. It’s necessary and a conversation that is needed for the upcoming report he will need to write and sign off on. While he would like her to rest, he knows the Lieutenant is still willing to work. He can see her professionalism in the set of her shoulders even as the medic pulls away her ruined shirt.

In truth, he doesn’t want to leave her side.

It’s been a long month.

Roy knows he shouldn’t look at the injury, but he can’t help himself. It gets a quick glance, and that flash of heat is back, igniting on his chest and spreading right up to the crown of his head, and down to his calves. He grips his chin tighter with his fingers in order to control the sudden bout of outrage and anger towards whoever had injured her. The expression on his face remains neutral, but she catches him staring.

She’s far too perceptive.

He’s uncaring if she notices his reaction though. Besides, he’s sure Lieutenant Hawkeye understands. Roy is sure Riza would do the same thing if the situations were reversed. They’ve been paired together long enough for him to draw that conclusion with relative confidence.

It was a sacrifice. That was the true nature of this mission. Sending in a pawn to do the dirty work, so he could get the upper hand on the situation from the comfort of his office.

Riza Hawkeye was far from a pawn in Roy’s eyes though. In fact, far from it in everyone’s eyes. She was his queen, elevated so far above a simple pawn, and even him. She was the most important piece of the set and she’d sent herself in and gotten the job done efficiently and effectively. There was never any doubt in his mind, and he wants to express his admiration for her work, however now, standing before her, with both of them finally left alone as the medic finishes and disappears, Roy is simply glad she’s back. Everything else relating to the mission can wait.

“Are you okay?” His question is so quiet. He’s asking as more than a professional courtesy. He’s asking personally.

“Yes, sir.” Her expression softens and she nods. The Lieutenant tips her head back against the wall she was leaning against and Roy watches as the fatigue rolls over her like a wave. “My abdomen stings but it’s okay. It’s… Been a long month,” she adds carefully, but nothing sinister or worrying crosses her expression at the thought of her time here.

Roy smirks ruefully. “I had a similar thought.” He jerks his head to the side, towards his car. “Come on,” he beckons. “I’ll drive you home.”

She nods and straightens her spine, standing tall. “Do you want me to fill out a report first?”

He waves off her offer. “No. I want you to go home and rest. You will be debriefed tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir.”

They’re silent until they enter the car. Once the doors are closed, it’s just the two of them and they’re free to talk about whatever they want. Roy has a lot he wants to discuss, but they didn’t have time. She is no doubt exhausted and probably just wants to go home and clean herself up.

“I’m glad you’re all right.”

Her lips purse as she stares down at her hands, folded on her lap. “You said you’d had a similar thought,” she states, then glances up at him. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get through to you all.”

Roy scoffs lightly. “Don’t be sorry.”

“You were worried, though.”

Slowly, Roy nods. “Of course, I was.” His reply is quiet as he speaks from his heart.

She nods and turns to stare at her hands again.

“Right now, I’m simply thankful you’re okay. I’m glad you’re back,” he smiles.

“I couldn’t leave you to do all the work without me, now could I?”

Her quip is most welcome, and it makes him laugh. The tension he’d held in his shoulders and jaw for the last month feels like it’s being melted away with the joy of the action alone.

“No, you couldn’t.” He turns on the ignition with a warmth settling over his heart. “Let’s get you home. You can get cleaned up while I make you something to eat, if you��d like?”

As he places his hand on the gearstick, a warmth covers his digits. Glancing over, he sees her hand – marred by an old cut and a few grazed knuckles – covering his.

“Thank you.” The Lieutenant’s head has turned and is inclined towards him. In the privacy of his car she offers him a small smile, but it has the brilliance to light up his whole world. “That would be much appreciated.”

Roy turns his hand over and loops his fingers gently around hers. It’s a tiny action – so much less than what he actually wants to do – but it’s something. It’s enough for now. It’s enough until they get into the privacy of her apartment.

“Of course, Lieutenant.” His smile is genuine, and he gives her fingers a final squeeze before letting go. “Always. You’re welcome.”