#I thought I should go with a post where he thinks in German

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I hc that Ryder often still thinks in German when he doesn't have to respond to anyone. After all it is his first language. So here he is, Ryder having to attend a corpo event because of a job and he's bored and the people are annoying. He went to a quieter space a bit afar from the main gala and watches from there. Sadly they do not serve any beer at all. It's full of champagner but beer? what is that?

another under the cut.

[deathlyalcohol]

Headcannon !Toby

Side note from author: So I am finally awake again and thank you so much for the positive feedback, I have only slept 5h my brain is mush hahah

CW: NSFW, Mention of stalking, obsessive, abuse, a bit suggestive?, just horny toby in general

When it comes to toby I have two headcannons, one where he has a „normal“ live and isn’t a proxy.

And one where he is a fucked up killer.

Notproxy!Toby is more of a laidback kind of guy. He smokes cigarettes & doesn’t go to college he just works in the bar or rather hangs out with Tim & Brian -> they are also a bit fucked so it doesn’t drift away from the cannon much.

But when it comes to you. He takes care of you doing everything you ask, just the thought of you commanding him makes him hard. I‘d say he likes a dominate partner. He is bisexual so doesn’t matter what gender you are as long as you treat him special.

„Fuck.. Hah~. You feel so g-good. I c-can’t believe I‘m fucking you.“ he groans under his breath.

He also tends to light cigarettes during sex, blowing the smoke on your body. You look so hot being naked underneath him.

ALSO I hc him HEAVILY as a German/Norwegian/American person - his mother is half Norwegian & American, whereas his dad was german. -So tell me if you want me to write some German/Norwegian (I rlly have to practice Norwegian more)

He lovesss being clingy but sometimes avoids it because he thinks you won’t like it as much. Still when both of you go out and someone tries to talk to you/ask you for your number he immediately gets possessive and tells them to fuck off or else. Working at a bar he saw some things, he knows how dangerous people can be.

Proxy!Toby on the other hand is not only possessive but toxic, like full on and off relationship (between these „breaks“ he still stalks you) knowing you can’t see him. He’s looking through the window, you live home alone, he knows you only go around with some sweatpants and if you feel like it topless. God the thought is driving him crazy, his hands travelling down to fist his cock.

„Fuck.. n-need them so badly.“ he mutters under his breath.

He can’t control himself around you. God he can never control himself. His mood swings and tourette driving him mad whenever something is going wrong. Letting his anger out on you, verbally and physically (yes yes hatefuck too😍)

But he leaves when you notice any kind of movement outside of your house. He’s a very skilled killer, he won’t get caught, he knows.

Sometimes you think if you should stop wearing less clothes in the house but summer time is such a tortures time.

Oh well maybe my next post should be Toby hatefucking you ? Please tell me if you want Proxy!Toby or NotProxy!Toby

Or any other fiction I should write 🫶

MY MASTERLIST

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hello ladies and gentlemen, i am here to show my marauders fancasts. this post will be long as fuck im afraid, but i have stuff to say. cheers!

james potter as michael cimino

PAPIIIIIRRHAWWWRWWGRA i mean ha. he's cute. mi gente latino

regulus black as choi beomgyu (txt)

my baby star candy, my sunshine, my everything. also! his voice is one of the prettiest things on earth and i totally think regulus would sing like that

sirius black as hwang hyunjin (stray kids)

he's so androgynous,,,, like if a man and a woman had a baby.

remus lupin as esteban kukurickza (actor)

these low quality ahh photos, this man is hard to catch fr. he IS remus lupin you can't change my mind on this + the actor knows we see him as remus and embraces it, god bless you kuku esteban

peter pettigrew as cooper hoffman (actor)

you guys have no idea how much my peter fc changes, it used to be lewis capaldi but i think i have finally managed to find the one for me.

lily evans as chapell roan (soloist)

she's unreal, she's the moment, she's everything. nobody other than her could be the icon lily evans is

pandora lovegood/rosier as namephyra on ig (model)

i say lovegood/rosier bc i like the hc where she's evan's twin, but at the same time i also like when she's a lovegood or a lestrange. elle fanning used to be my fc for sooo long (and i still kinda see it) but she has all the vibes i picture in pandora, and she's honestly so pretty i wanna cry

dorcas meadowes as nia sondaya (actress)

LOOK AT HER OH MY GOD LOOK AT HER, it took me so long to find someone who gives me dorcas vibes, like my girl isn't easy to find, but nia has this aura about her and it was love at first sight

marlene mckinnon as beabadoobee (soloist)

this is one of the og's (or it was when i came to the fandom) and till this day i can't picture anyone else, she's put a spell on me or something

mary mcdonald as bcsais_ (ig)

i don't know much about her, but every time i see another mirror selfie my heart stops for a bit, and that's the only way mary mcdonald should be perceived

evan rosier as casper von bülow (actor)

i know a great chunk of the fandom hcs evan (and dora too) as poc, and i totally see it too, however this little german boy.... oh the grip he has on me is out of this world, it also has to do with the fact he's on germany's skam (druck) and that immediately means i'm emotionally attached

barty crouch jr. as hayden (ig) or marlon noah (ig)

this is a tricky one, they are both so different but they feel like barty to me. lately i've been using hayden more but i do think marlon can make a comeback any of these days.

[extra] the black sisters <333

andromeda black as hwang yeji (itzy)

it's not a coincidence i chose yeji for andromeda and hyunjin for sirius (if u don't know, these two are by no means related in real life but they look so much alike and they even share the same last name, so they could be lost siblings). i do think that andy and sirius looked alike and that's what made them even more fond of each other, the fcs were sent by the gods themselves

bellatrix black as kim hyeong seo (bibi ; soloist)

i support women's rights and i support women's wrongs. hate her or love her, bellatrix has always been THAT girl and bibi is also THAT girl

narcissa black as kim minjeong (winter ; aespa)

i do believe that winter looks a bit similar to beomgyu and i do believe that narcissa looked similar to regulus, it's the genes guys, they are strong. she's so gorgeous i wanna sob in my hands till i die

these are all my fcs!, i haven't really thought about any other characters for now, these are my main guys and pretty much the only ones i read about.

this was exhausting lord, imma go take a nap, toodles!!!

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Sampson: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @b-bradshaw @caffeinatedwoman @dizzybee03 @burningpeachpuppy

Companion piece to:

Nine Months - Beau comes home from his deployment to a surprise revelation.

Scar Tissue - Beau and you discuss your decision to resign your commision.

Christmas Alone - Your marriage is stretched to breaking point when Beau gets a new posting.

Stop - Loss - Beau finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place when the Navy enact the Stop-Loss Policy.

The thought of two years apart from Beau devastates you, it devastates him too. The idea of not being present in your life for that duration, well it’s the kind of thing that ends marriages. When he asks you if you want to separate he’s relieved when you say no because he’s not sure he can take the heartbreak.

“This isn’t your choice.” You remind him, your mouth brushing over his in that hotel room in Yuma. “You tried to leave for me and they decided to keep you.”

The issue becomes figuring out how to manage it. Beau’s essentially stuck in Arizona, running long training missions that require him to be on base, which means even if you try hybrid working from his residence, he’s still not going to be around.

“We’ll treat it as a long deployment.” You tell him, your fingertips ghosting along the line of his jaw. “We’ll match up our leave for the important occasions, book a call in at least once a week. We’ll find away to make it work.”

Your biggest problem is the empty house, waking up alone, spending the evening alone, sleeping alone it kills you. As much as you try to convince yourself this is just like the other deployments your heart knows it’s not.

The answer comes the form of a German Shepard called Sampson, the dog that Jenna brings over with her one night after Jake’s been deployed on mission.

“Are you training him?” You ask her as Sampson rushes towards you, Cujo in tow. You laugh as the dog sniffs you all over, tail thumping against the couch.

“No.” Jenna tells you as she takes up residence alongside of you. “He flunked out of training, he doesn’t have the temperament for it.”

“What does that even mean?” You ask her as you cradle Sampson’s face between your hands.

“He failed the bite exercise with the suit.” Jenna explains, her palm smoothing over the dog’s glossy coat. “He’s not aggressive enough for the military’s needs.”

“Poor baby.” You whisper to Sampson as he nuzzles your hand. “You’re a sweet boy aren’t you? You just want to love everybody don’t you?”

“He’s looking for someone to foster him until I find him a new home.” She tells you as Cujo curls up at her feet. “I thought he might be a good fit while Beau’s away, a little company in the evenings watching Yellowstone.”

“You think I’m lonely.” You say softly focusing on the dog.

“I know I am when Jake’s away.” Jenna admits as she picks up the remote and turns on the TV, selecting the channel for Tulsa King. “Without Cujo, I’d lose my damn mind, worrying about the mischief he gets himself into.

“We always wanted a dog but with all the deployments it was never a possibility.” You tell her as the show starts. Sampson sets his head in your lap and you scratch him behind the ears. “What do you think Sampson? Do you think we should give it a try?”

He barks his response and you can’t help but feel a lightness in your chest.

Having Sampson in your life, it helps. It’s not that you don’t miss Beau, it’s just that Sampson is an excellent distraction, he doesn’t allow you to get in your head too much. On the days that you do he lays on the couch with you or brings you his favourite toy to play with. The house starts to feel like a home again, especially with his things taking over.

“You know I’ve just realised his name is Sampson Simpson.” You tell Beau over Zoom call a few weeks later. Sampson is snuffling at the screen trying to work out where Beau’s voice is coming from.

“So you’re planning on adopting him.” Beau says, his mouth tipping up into a smile because this feels like another piece of his family fitting into place .

“No, we are planning on adopting him.” You inform Beau, gesturing between the two of you. “He clearly can’t wait to meet you, there’s nose marks all over this screen.”

“I can’t wait to meet him Ally.” Beau tells you as the dog butts the screen again, seeking out his voice. “I can’t wait to get home and spend a little time with the both of you.”

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Only Look At Me CE: Nica Schwartz

*Nica is calling Kate “robin” in German. Hence, each time he uses German, I will use quotation marks to denote that going forward in the story.

** Nica is calling Kate (robin) in English for this specific line. In other words, he is using the normal (komadori).

***The translation says "opposite" of him, but context suggests Kate is sitting next to him. That's how I interpreted it anyway.

This is a fan translation only. Not 100% accurate, so please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Dividers: @/adornedwithlight. Thank you for your support! ☾.

On my way home from submitting my report, I was stopped by an unexpected person.

Nica: Hey there, Miss.

One of the Vogel twins stood in front of me.

Kate: Is something wrong?

Nica: Actually, I got lost, would you mind showing me around?

As I nodded in surprise, his almond-shaped eyes narrowed.

Nica: Thanks. 

Kate: No problem, so where are you headed?

Nica: The chambers we’re staying in, you know the way right?

Kate: Of course, it’s this way!

I pointed down the hallway and started walking, with him chuckling as he followed from behind.

Nica: Meeting you here, seems like I’ve still got it. 

(I’m little wary because of what Harrison said.)

(He’s easy to talk and doesn’t seem like a bad person.)

Even though I know they’re lying somehow, I still don’t know if it’s a bad lie.

(It’s not good to judge someone before you know them.)

We arrived in no time as I walked and thought this.

Nica: Thank you for your help, “Robin.”*

Kate: “Robin”?

Nica: It means “Robin” in German.

Nica: Doesn’t Crown call you, robin?**

Nica: Hence, “robin”.

He sat down and looked at the empty seat opposite to him.***

Nica: Won’t you have a seat?

Kate: Huh?

Nica: Let’s have a chat while you’re here. I’d like to ask you about work and other things.

Despite my being nervous that we were alone, he propped his chin on his hand.

Nica: Besides, I’m interested in you.

Even though he was smiling, his eyes pierced me like someone who’d caught his prey.

As I slowly sat down, he smiled in satisfaction while calling a maid for some tea.

Nica: Well then, should I introduce myself again?

Kate: Oh, please do.

Nica: I’m Nica Schwartz, the staff officer of Vogel, an organization under the direct command of the Emperor of Germany. 

Kate: What exactly does a staff officer do?

Nica: I gather information, and support Dari in various ways by using my brains.

Nica: Details are a confidential.

Nica: Oh, by the way. You can call me Nica. There’s no need to call me ‘Mister’.

Kate: Okay then, Nica.

His smile deepened as I called his name, and then he pointed at me.

Nica: Right, now it’s your turn.

Kate: I’m Kate, a Fairytale Keeper. There’s several reasons why I got this job, but I used to work as a postwoman.

Nica: Hmm, then you’re well-informed about the roadways?

Kate: That’s right! We delivered all over London, so I could even guide you.

Nica: That’s great, next time I’ll ask you to show me around the city.

His words interrupted me as I reached for my teacup.

Nica: What kinds of things do you do as a Fairytale Keeper?

Kate: My job entails accompanying Crown activities and recording what happens.

(In reality, there’s a lot more to it than that…..)

I don’t want to say anymore than that because I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk in detail.

Nica: But you’re just an ordinary person aren’t you? Isn’t it dangerous?

Kate: The Crown members have promised to protect me.

Nica: Really….

He seemed to be thinking about something while listening to me speak, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but that feeling disappeared when his expression suddenly brightened.

Nica: You’re the verrry cute “robin” of Crown.

Nica: You’re cherished.

Kate: That’s n….

(It’s true that they treat me with respect but……)

It all started only because I witnessed them conquering evil with evil,

(I desperately didn’t want to die, which led me to where I am now.)

If I hadn’t said anything then, I might not be in this world now.

Nica: Dari probably wouldn’t like it, but it might be fun if Vogel had a Fairytale Keeper back home.

Nica: Oh, but Ring wouldn’t do well.

Kate: Wouldn’t do well?

Nica: Ring’s my twin brother, but unlike me, he’s doesn’t socialize with others too well.

(It’s true, the first time we met, he gave off a cold impression….)

While I was thinking of our first encounter, Nica looked into my face.

Nica: What, are you curious about Ring?

Kate: No, that’s not it…..

Nica: My - that’s. Don’t do that.

He put his finger to my lips, and he smiled with extreme charm. 

Then we talked about trivial everyday life, and before I knew it, the sky had turned deep red.

(It’s already that time….)

When he looked at the clock, his eyes widened in exaggeration.

Nica: Wow, it’s already this late. I guess it’s time to part ways.

Kate: Well, it’s was nice chatting with you.

Nica: Same here, let’s do it again.

I stood up, thanked him for opening the door, and was about to leave the room.

Kate: What?

He grabs a lock of my hair and places his lips upon its tips.

Nica: Until next time.

Even when my lips parted I was speechless.

Nica: Oh, did you forget your way home? 

Or do you want to stay locked up with me and not go home?

His inciting tone made me realize that I had been taken lightly.

(For Nica, this conversation was a wait-and-see thing, and if he got serious -)

-Then he could easily steal my heart.

Kate: Please, excuse me.

With my cheeks suddenly becoming hot, I started to run not caring if there were other people around.

Nica: Bis Dann (Later), “Robin”.

Before my heart is stolen by him.

As I lay on the sofa, my younger brother entered with a gaunt face.

Nica: What is it, did you get lost again?

Ring: Yeah….it’s so large that I couldn’t tell where I was.

Ring sat on a chair and sighed.

Ring: I wish I could memorize the layouts of buildings as quickly as you do Nica……

I laugh at his words.

Nica: It’s possible to get lost on “purpose.”

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Love looks pretty on you

A König x plus size female reader fic

the title is based on this song

I am still figuring out how to post on here. I posted it yesterday on my ao3 feel free to go there as well.

No warning besides a few instances of crude language.

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The bell above the door chimed softly as König stepped into the cosy cafe, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around him like a warm hug. It was his favourite spot in the city, a little safe haven tucked away from the bustling streets outside. A place where he could spend a few hours evading the responsibilities that constantly plague his mind.

As he approached the counter, his eyes fell upon you, the barista— a girl he had never seen before– he would definitely remember you if he had. You are a vision of warmth and comfort, something König deeply craved. Your beautiful hair framed a face that seemed to glow with kindness, your eyes twinkling with a playful light that surely made everyone around you feel at ease. Your smile wide and genuine as you spoke to the customer in front of him.

“Okay, so your drink will be ready in a few minutes…My colleague over there will call out your name when it's done…Okay, next!”

He barely registered your words, frozen as his eyes analysed your beautiful visage. 

“Sir, are you okay?” You ask after a few lapses of silence, slightly unnerved at his fixated stare. He shakes himself out of his stupor as he nods repeatedly.

” Ja, sorry. I’ll just have a black coffee to go.” he says avoiding your eyes, his anxiety getting the best of him once again. He usually sits inside the cafè, people-watching for a while. Watching civilians go about their lives takes his mind off of his own worries. He doesn`t know what exactly about you is making him react like this. It’s not like you are the first pretty girl he’s seen. And yes, your full and voluptuous figure is exactly what he likes in a woman. But he’s a trained assassin for fuck’s sake. He should be able to school his expression and not act like a teenager with a crush.

“Ooookay, your name is?” you ask, marker in hand. Your lips curved in an amuse d smile.

“König..” he replies quickly, watching you nod softly as you write his name in t he paper cup,

“German huh?...cute” you mumble that last part to yourself but he still mana ges to catch it. His cheeks heat up as his mind registers the complim ent.

“Ja, I’m Au strian…”. It comes out of his mouth before he even has the chance to think about all the reasons he shouldn’t be disclosing such personal information to a literal stranger, no matter how attracted he may be t o said stranger.

“Oh that’s a long way home, what brings you here?” the question makes him l ook back at you, your lips in a bright smile, one of those smiles that reaches your beautiful eyes, and it’s directed at him. König feels like he might pass out under the intensity of such a beautiful s mile. But he doesn’t get the chance to answer, he doesn’t even know what his answer would be but he doesn’t have to think about it. T he customer behind him complained about the wait – it had barel y been three minutes, but the way he was dressed indicated that he w as probably on his way to work and didn’t want to wait.

 König just s tepped away from the counter and walked to where he should pick up his drink. He doesn’t want to seem like a creep but his eyes cann ot seem to leave your form as you greet customers and take their orders. Your fingers are quick on the touchpad, you barely have to lo ok at it as you tap away.

The sound of his name distracts him from his thoughts and he walks forward to pick up his drink. The to-go cup is warm in his big hand, he doesn’t wan t to leave but he thinks that staying when he ordered it to go might be a bit weird. He looks outside, it’s raining. That might be a good exc use, even though no one will question why he’s staying his mind is alr eady looking for excuses, anxiety isn’t really a logical thing. He doe sn’t have to think about it long because just when he is about to sit d own in his usual seat the sound of your distressed voice makes him l ook your way. A customer is standing really close to you, even with the counter between you his body is too close as he screams ab out something, König doesn’t really pay attention to whatever t he bald guy is spewing. The only thing on his mind is you, and how t hat bright beautiful smile is gone, now replaced with a panicked look.

“ S-sir, I t old you when you ordered that we are out of oat milk at the moment, you agreed to almond milk. I even rechecked w-with you,” you say t rying to be as respectful as possible.

“Listen h ere you fat bitch, I told you I wanted oat milk. What part of that didn ’t you understand, you dumb cunt” the angry customer spits out . As soon as those words are out of his mouth König stands up from his seat, quickly making his way towards the counter, but before he has the chance to say or do anything he is surprised by seeing you grab a cup and throw its contents at the irate man’s face. König reacts quickly grabbing the man by the hood of his jacket as he attempts to lunge at you.

“Call me a bitch or a cunt again and the next cup will be boiling hot” you spit out, your hands shaking.

“ I want her fired! I want this stupid cunt fired!” the man screams. 

“ That’s enough!” says König shaking the sputtering man. “ Apologize to the lady and never show your face here again or I’ll chop off your balls and feed them to your sorry ass,” König says menacingly, lowering himself to be face-to-face with the guy, who at the mere sight of König’s hunkering form started stuttering out apologies.

“ Now, scram” König says as he lets him go the guy all but runs to the exit.

When yo u see that the guy is gone you take a few deep breaths trying to control yourself, you don’t want to start crying, especially not in front of the hottest guy you have ever seen, But you can’t help it as a few tears manage to roll down your cheeks.

The people that had gathered were starting to disperse after the guy had left. Your boss who is also your best friend gives you a quick hug.

“ Hey girl, don’t mind that asshole…you should take a break now okay? And if you’re still not feeling okay after you can leave. I can make do on my own.” she says after leaving a kiss on your temple, you just nod as you wipe away the tears.

“ Are you okay, Liebling? “ König asks, not even noticing how the nickname just slips out of him, too busy watching your tear-stricken face. Your eyes are red from rubbing them, and your eyeliner is completely smudged. But you still look gorgeous, he thinks.

“ Yes, thank you König. I can’t believe he was actually going to attack me… I guess I shouldn’t have covered him in milk…” you say with a bitter laugh. Your eyes going to his. This time he doesn’t look away.

“ Nein, listen to me. Schatz. He deserved it. If it were up to me, much worse would have happened to him”

“ Oh yeaah, the whole chopping off his balls and feeding them to him, thing. I must admit that is much more imaginative than what I would have gone with” you recall with an airy laugh, it makes his heart flutter and he can’t help but smile at you.

“Yeah, that. Um…I heard you’re going on break now…would you like to join me?” He doesn’t even know where he gathered the courage to ask you from but he’s going to take it. 

Your brows shoot up, your mouth slightly open, clearly in shock. For a second there he is scared you will reject him and he is already chastising himself for even asking.

“Oh, yes. Absolutely. Let me just get the apron off, grab my phone and I´ll be right there.” You reply beaming at him.

He can’t contain his smile as he watches you step back, and whisper something to your friend, who immediately looks at him so he just awkwardly waves at her. You let out a laugh when you see her narrow her eyes at him before you walk into a staff room.

A few minutes later you show up, sans apron. Oh god, he might just die. The apron hid a lot of you from him and it might be crazy but he has declared war on the stupid piece of fabric. Because even though it’s raining outside, it’s still summer so you’re wearing a short-sleeved shirt in a shade of blue that looks wonderful with your skintone. You are wearing it with a white skirt that falls slightly above your knees, exposing your deliciously wide thighs. He has to make himself look back at your face or he might just embarrass himself in front of you and all the people in the cafè.

You sit down in front of him, he hadn’t noticed but you had brought your lunch with you. He was elated, you wanted to spend time with him and didn’t just say yes to spending time with him just out of obligation because he had come to your aid.

“Oh, your coffee must be cold by now! Let me get you another one!” You don’t give him the chance to refuse as you quickly stand up and go behind the counter. He can’t help but watch your back as you go, the skirt moving side to side with every step you take.

It doesn’ t take you long to make his order, it’s a simple black coffee after all.

You come back with the coffee in hand and a smile on your face. Before sit ting down you place the cup right in front of him, you are leaning s o close that he can get a whiff of your perfume, something warm an d sweet, just like you.

“So… you didn’t get a chance to reply earlier, what brings you here?” you ask, a voiding his gaze while you open the takeout container that has your lunch in,

After a fe w moments of silence, you look back at him

“ You don’t really have to answer you know” you said with a soft smile.

“ No no, Schatz. It’s not that…I came here because of work, I am in the military. And after finishing up with…our business here I decided to stay. I have been here for about three weeks and found this place on the second day. I have come every day but this is the first time I have seen you.”

Your eyes are wide open as you take in everything he says, it’s the most you have heard him speak and you can’t help but be completely captivated by his deep soothing voice. You blink slowly as you nod.

“Oh, that’s because I was away for a month! I went to Italy with a friend. I got back yesterday.”  You say excitedly as you unwrap your sandwich. It was cut in half so with a warm smile you offer him a half. He just shakes his head.

“No, thank you, Liebling.” he watches you take a bite of the veggie sandwich, your tongue slowly going over your lips, licking off the crumbs.

“Oh mein gott” he mumbles under his breath, feeling all flustered at the sight.

“I’m guessing it’s German… but what do those things you call me mean? Yo u aren’t insulting me are you?” you huff a laugh.

“Oh no, absolutely not! They’re… how do you say….um oh, yes. Pet name. They aren’t insults” he corrects quickly with a growing blush on his face.

“Oh, okay,” you say, suddenly shy, and flustered.

“ So what were you doing in Italy?” he asks trying to change the topic.

“ Oh, a friend’s friend commissioned a few works from me, and it was easier to be there while I finished the projects… I should have probably started by saying that I am an artist,” you say before taking another bite of your sandwich.

It fits you, he thinks. Someone as beautiful as you definitely should be out there creating more beauty

“ With the sort of work you do you must travel a lot, although I’m guessing that it doesn’t involve much sightseeing,” you say as you slowly wrap the other part of your sandwich, already done with your lunch.

“Yeah, it usually involves a lot of M.R.E’s and sleepless hours in undisclosed locations. “ he says with a laugh. The mere sound of it sends shivers down your spine.

“How long do you have until you get back?” you ask, your eyes fixed on his, the way the light coming from the fixtures hits his face makes them seem even bluer if that’s even possible, the colour reminded you of the crystalline waters of your favourite beach. For some reason, your mind started picturing you and König on that beach, both enjoying the bright sun as you share a fruity cocktail. You shake yourself out of your daydream right before it takes a riskier turn.

“ I technically have a few months off, but you never know. They might call me in tomorrow if something comes up. Officially I’m on leave though.” He says with a huff. “ How about you? Are you working here part-time or…?” He didn’t know how to ask. He knows that being an artist sometimes isn’t the most lucrative endeavour, and he didn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to deal with it if you suddenly decide you don’t want his company. He internally acknowledges that it might be a bit insane to feel like that after a whopping thirty minutes of knowing each other. But he already knows he’s gone. Getting to know you will only intensify those feelings. He is sure of it.

“Oh, nooo. Even though I spend a lot of time here I don’t actually work here. I usually just help out when Willow’s understaffed. I used to work here when the whole artist thing didn’t pay much.” you reply after taking a sip of your drink.

“Willow’s my best friend, she owns this place. That guy wasn’t going to get far with trying to have me fired” you squeak out a laugh. König has already decided that it might be his favourite sound ever.

“He was just pissed off and decided to take it out on you. Even if you were an employee and not my best friend I wouldn’t fire you “Your head snaps back at the sound of your best friend’s voice. She’s standing behind you with two plates in her hand. “On the house, for having to deal with that asshole.” She says with a smile while setting the plates between you on the table. It was your favourite dessert.

“Thank you, Willow, you can stop eavesdropping now” you tell her narrowing your eyes.

“Thank you,” König says looking at her, she just gives him a knowing smile before walking back to behind the counter.

“What kind of art do you do?” He asks, his eyes not leaving you as you pick up a fork and dig into the delicious sweet.

“Oh, I like to dabble in a bit of everything. But what I love doing is sculptures! Although I also love painting. I generally do realistic stuff, the last job I had, the Italy one, was a fresco of a reimagining of The Birth of Venus. I was given creative liberty so I really liked it. I obviously took inspiration from Botticelli but I pretty much had free will and it turned out pretty great in my humble opinion.” you reach for your phone, unlocking it and going through your gallery as you continue talking. “ I want to sculpt something again, It’s been a while.”

He hasn’t said a word yet but he thinks that he can listen to you passionately talking about anything until the end of times.

You turn your phone around and he can barely hide his shock.

“Wow, Liebling. That is absolutely beautiful, you are really talented” He says reaching for the phone so he can have a better look at the picture, his fingers brush against yours and you both feel a jolt of electricity at the touch. You watch him as he carefully looks at the picture. Nothing but deep honest admiration in his eyes and you smile at the pride bubbling in your chest. You know you are good at what you do but sometimes that self-assurance can waver. Praise coming from a man who looks like he might have walked out of one of those paintings is doing wonders for your confidence. As you watch his face, even littered with all those scars you appreciate how attractive he is. But he is not only handsome, there’s a beauty to him that reminds you of the gods and magical creatures in many of the paintings you admire, a beauty that will surely transcend time. While you watch him go through your gallery you can’t help but think about what would be like to have him pose for you.

“ I would absolutely love to draw him” you think as you watch his brows go up when he finds a picture he particularly likes.

“Draw who?” he asks looking away from the phone and back at you. His bright eyes completely focused on you. You feel heat climbing up your face, oh god you had said that aloud.

“Um…you, I like your face” Oh wow, that makes you sound so articulate, you have to stop yourself from facepalming as you stammer out an excuse. “ I mean… you’re….uh, no yeah I’ve got nothing. I just would like to paint you sometime” you laugh nervously.

“I’d be honoured,” he says with a shy smile, and he seems honest. Which might be insane considering you barely know each other but neither of you can be bothered to care about that. He wants to though, he really wants to get to know you, he wants to know every little thing about you. 

The sound of a big group walking into the cafe distracts the both of you, you look up and realise that it’s the lunch rush, you don’t want to part from him but you promised Willow that you would help her, two of her employees called in sick.

“ I probably should go back to… work” You make air quotes at the word work letting out a short laugh.

“I would love to take you out sometime,” he asks looking at you with a nervous smile, he knows that if he doesn’t ask you now he will regret it later.

“Yes absolutely” You give him a wide smile as you stand up. He is not even gone yet but you want to see him as soon as possible “I get out from here at five “ you quickly say making your way towards the counter, it might be a but desperate but he doesn’t seem to notice and you don’t really care.

“I’ll see you at five then, Liebling. “ König says before waving goodbye.

You wave back, a flustered smile on your face while you start greeting customers.

[salford-blues]

The origins

A/n: It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote anything. I've been really busy and I'm burnt out :( Also this is my first proper written fic. I've mainly posted SMAU's, so if it's not good... I'm sorry. Would love to hear your critiques etc! Pairing: f1 x driver!reader Summary: The origins of our driver!reader - snippets of her growing up Warnings: butchered german??? Italics are the thoughts!

2008 - 5 years old

GROSSER PREIS SANTANDER VON DEUTSCHLAND 2008

The stands were crowded with energetic fans waiting for their favourite drivers to come out. Roars of laughter between friends and families. Piercing screams of devoted fans. In the middle of it all, a 5-year-old girl wrapped in the arms of her father with her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening noise.

''It's too loud Papi. When's it home time?'' the girl pouted.

''Not just yet Spatzi (little sparrow). The drivers should be out any minute now.'' her father sighed. The child frowned and buried her head into his shoulder and neck.

Instantaneously, the crowd began to yell. Names were shrieked left, right, and centre. People pushing and shoving trying to get a picture or an autograph with their favourite driver. Luckily, the child and her father had managed to make it to the front without too much effort. They now had a perfect view of the track.

One by one the cars came out of the paddocks and lined up at the starting line.

''Who do you like Papi?'' the girl questioned, intrigued by the cars and their colours.

''I like Williams, do you see the navy blue and white car over there?'' her father pointed towards the middle of the grid.

''Uhhuh,'' she nodded, eyes lighting up at the car.

''That's the one that I really like. Which one do you like Schatz (treasure)?'' he questioned the child.

''Hmmm, I liikkeee... I think I like Williams too! Just like you Papi. I think I like the red car too.'' the girl's eyes shone as she spoke. Excitement now lacing her voice. There was a look of adoration on her father's face. Oh, how he loved his little bundle of joy.

''You can like whoever you want. The red car is a Ferrari.'' her father exclaimed.

''F-Fir-aa-r-ee? Ferrari! Yeah, I like that one too, but that one goes second!'' she said adamantly.

Suddenly, the cars were off, speeding down the track.

There was a glisten in the youngster's eyes. The screaming of the crowd was long forgotten. All she could hear was the vrooming of the cars. Wow, they're really fast. I want to do that.

''I want to be a race car driver when I'm older Papi! I'm gonna go really fast like vrrrrooomm." she held out her hands and acted as if she was driving a car.

2009 - 6 years old

''Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Spatzi! (Happy Birthday, little sparrow!)''

The young girl stirred in her bed.

''Wakey wakey sleepy head... you don't want to miss out on opening presents do you.''

At that comment, the girl shot up in bed. Her wide eyes glanced up at her father, excitement running through her body.

''Please can I have waffles for breakfast? Can we go see Oma? Can we see Mami? Oooh can we make those doughnuts with the sugar on top for dessert? Plleeaassee?'' she gave her father her best puppy dog eyes.

''Okay, okay. How about we open your presents first and then see where the day takes us? How does that sound?'' her father queried.

A swift nod of the head gave her father all the conformation he needed and with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her down into the living room. The room was decorated with brightly coloured banners, balloons stuck to the wall via sellotape and streamers hung from the ceiling. On the living room table, 6 presents stood tall and were screaming to be opened by a certain birthday girl.

Once set down on the ground, the birthday girl ran over to the presents. She picked the first one up, inspecting its size before placing it down and ripping open the wrapping paper. Inside a box of Lego with an image of a Ferrari. The girl giggled with excitement moving on to her next present.

The small child was down to her last two presents. Both were small and sat on the corner of the table. Small hands picked up the thin present that sat on top, tearing open the wrapping paper. A signed driver's card sat inside. Shock spread across the young girl's face. A signed piece by Kimi Raikkonen. This just might be the best present ever!

''Oh wooooow! Danke Papi! This is the best present ever.'' She ran over wrapping her small arms around the man's neck.

''You're very welcome. But how about opening up your last one.'' he smiled at her.

She curiously looked back and took the present into her arms. The present was squishy under her touch. Possibly clothes? Carefully, the wrappers ripped open. A blue and white race suit sat inside.

''Do you like it, Schatz?''

''I love it! I love it! I love it!'' the girl twirled around with the race suit in hand.

2015 - 11 years old

''Hallo Logan!'' The girl ran up to the young lad. ''Do you want to get ice cream after the race? I'll ask Oscar if he wants to come too."

The blonde boy nodded his head and smiled. ''Yeah, I'd like that.''

''Okay, bye Logan.'' The girl waved before heading in the direction of her Aussie friend.

''Hallo Oscar! Do you want to come and get ice cream after the race with me and Logan?''

''Sure. Let me ask my parents.'' He ran off towards his parents.

Alone she stood listening to her surroundings. Loud chatter coming from children and parents. Birds chirping in the trees.

Hearing the latter she skipped towards the trees before noticing a small bird hopping around. Approaching the bird slowly, she scooped the animal into her hands and held it against her chest.

''I will help you little birdie! Papi, Papi look what I found. Can we help it get better?''

''Sure, we'll take it home with us.'' he smiled.

Strolling over were Oscar and Logan.

''What'cha got there N/n?'' Logan asked curiously.

''It's a bird... We're gonna take it home and look after it.'' She exclaimed.

''We are still up for ice cream though aren't we Birdie?'' Oscar peered a the girl.

''Of course we are Osc... birdie?? Why that??''

''Oh y'know... you've got a bird in your hand, so your new nickname is birdie,'' he uttered as if it was obvious.

''Ahh okie.'' A blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment.

A whilst blew signalling that the race was about to begin.

''Papi, will you take care of it whilst I race?'' She turned back.

''Of course I will Spatzi. Now run along. The quicker you go the quicker you can get ice cream.''

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Ice cream dates just like old times. @oscarpiastri @logansargeant

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oscarpiastri Birdie delete this. This makes it out like we're all dating

> yourusername WAIT... WE ARENT????

>> logansargeant now look what you've done, you've made her cry...

>>> oscarpiastri We're not dating though???

user.1 why is Logan acting like a third wheel??

user.2 are they dating though? or is it two of them and then the third just tags along?

> user.3 I think they're just really weird friends

>> user.2 yhhh checks out

liamlawson30 annnd where was my invite?

> yourusername you weren't invited because you beat me at connect 4

>> user4 lmaaooo. Didn't realise y/n was a sore loser

>>> liamlawson30 you should see her when she plays monopoly

[dcdreamblog]

related to the Hawks, the Furies are a similarly complicated tangle. I thought the first one was Wonder Woman's daughter but apparently she doesn't have a daughter and actually the first one was part of All-Star Squadron. My brain feels like melting whenever i think about it to hard. is this a reality rewrite thing (like those missing kids?) or am i crazy

So you're not going crazy. There is a REASON the idea that the second Fury was Wonder Woman's daughter has hung around for so long that has to do with the interpersonal issues around the woman's birth and childhood. This is one of those things I have been studying ahead of time knowing this ask was coming. Especially because both women are very deeply tied into my expertise. Also you should pretty much assume the answer to "is this a reality rewrite thing" is always yes (The universe changes when we're not looking, you won't remember how or why, the best possible plan is to not worry about it.)

Now, onto the first Fury so I can explain the second.

(A propaganda poster of the first Fury. She was popular pinup and nosecone art. For reasons) Helena Kosmatos was born in Athens, Greece in 1925. The first 16 years or so of her life are undocumented and assumed to be mostly moot until the Italian invasion and German occupation of the country in 1941. Her father was killed by Italian troops in an unknown incident and soon after her brother Michael began to collaborate with the occupying forces. Confronting her brother about this at the dinner table in front of their elderly mother, Mrs Kosmatos suffered a fatal heart attack from the news (her son had been keeping his collaboration a secret from their mother, which Helena didn't know at the time). Running from her brother onto the famous Areopagus a rock outcropping outside the city she unwittingly invoked the Furies of Greek myth and was possessed by Tisiphone.

This came with the benefit of granting her superhuman abilities, mostly strength and speed. But, as she learned when her brother confronted her it also allowed Tisiphone to take control of her body during moments of intense stress and anger transforming her into he mythological fury who slew her brother in cold blood.

Eventually discovered by Johnny Quick on an international assignment and taken to live with an aunt and uncle in Miami she was present when Axis Amerika attacked the Perisphere in April of 1942 where her powers were revealed at large. Taken into the newly formed Young All Stars she was instantly attracted to teammate Iron Munro with whom she shared an on again, off again flirtation. She also grew a close, sisterly bond with Joan Dale AKA Ms America who tried her best to take the troubled girl under her wing for a while. An important detail in your question would be when she met Queen Hippolyta, acting at that time under the identity of Wonder Woman. Helena and Hippolyta became VERY close in a short period of time, Helena coming to see the amazonian matriarch as a mother figure. When Hippolyta returned to Themyscira after the war Helena never truly got over the loss of forgave Hippolyta for the decision. Post war she returned to Greece, met a man, married and settled down until her husband was murdered at some point in the mid 70s by a Greek fascist in an attempt on Helena's life. Spending years stalking the man she caught up with him in England and one he was killed her fragile psyche was put in a state where she was discovered mostly catatonic and placed in an English nursing home. Which is where our second Fury enters this tale.

(The second Fury seen here speaking at an Infinity Inc press conference)

Soon after Helena's husband was killed, she gave birth to their child. Too dedicated to revenge to raise the child properly, Helena left her daughter, named Hippolyta after Helena's beloved mentor, with her old friend Joan Dale and her husband Admiral Derek Trevor. From which Hippolyta, nicknamed Lyta, took her surname after the pair adopted her when Helena failed to return for her daughter after 5 years. THIS is where the confusion comes from. The 1st Fury was very close to the WWII era Wonder Woman who treated her AS a daughter in many ways. And the 2nd Fury is named after said WWII era Wonder Woman due to that close relationship. To wrap up the story as quickly as possible, both women would struggle with intense mental and emotional traumas in life. Helena would eventually be discovered by the modern Wonder Woman and after a confrontation with Cheetah would take her to Themyscira where Helena and Hippolyta reunited after decades. With much effort and care Hippolyta was able to help her old protegee recover and officially adopted her as a second daughter alongside Diana. As far as I know Helena lives there still as a close confidant to Hippolyta and an official Amazon. Lyta would serve as the second Fury for a long stretch in Infinity Inc alongside many other heirs of the JSA, although she assumed she was the daughter of Ms America (the coincidence, or fate, of her choosing Fury as her codename is both staggering and heartbreaking). She would fall in love with Silver Scarab, the son of the Golden Age Hawks but the couple would tragically lose their first child soon after Hector himself was killed in the line of duty. Lyta would have a poor confrontation with her birth mother leading to the pair to sever basically all attempts at contact and while Lyta's adoptive mother did her best to be there for her despite her husband and Lyta's adoptive father passing away some years ago Lyta only became more and more despondent. She vanished from the public eye for a few years with the only update being the news that she had passed away. She, Hector and their son Daniel are all buried at Valhalla cemetery in New York where one can only hope they will be together in all the ways life kept them apart.

[sansaorgana]

I had an idea earlier about buck x reader, where after buck and the other 2 escaped and left bucky behind in part 9, they stumble upon a house near the forest (after the german kid soliders attacked them).

The reader lives there and she basically helps them hiding for a bit and also returning to the english base. She is against the war (which is the reason she helps them) and maybe a little angst where buck needs to protect her at the base bc she is still a german citizen.

What do you think?

hi! thank you for your request! 💞 honestly, I think it's the first 100% angst piece I have written for Buck because even the ones with sad events that I have posted so far had happy endings... but not this one 😅 since I have already written a similar fic and didn't want to repeat the same ending... I couldn't think of anything else how they could have their happily ever after 😪 I hope you can forgive me 💔

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

In the heart of the enemy’s territory, he felt like a chased wild animal. Even though he was still human enough not to pull a trigger at a brainwashed German kid, Buck Cleven felt like a prey with nothing but survival on his mind. The forest was dark, muddy and unfriendly. A never ending maze with predators hiding all around. A thought of his dead friend and a thought of Bucky left behind were what kept him sane. The sun was going down slowly and he had no idea where to go. His other friend, Bill, was right behind him.

“Buck,” he hissed and waved his hand to make them both freeze in place. “There’s a house,” he pointed at the dark and old building by the country road behind the trees. “We’re close to town.”

“The lights are off. Maybe it’s inhabited,” Buck pointed out. “If it’s the case, we can find some supplies there.”

“Shall I go and check?” Bill asked.

“No, I will go,” Buck nodded and clutched on the gun in his hand hidden under the coat.

He walked carefully and slowly, making sure not to make too much noise, with his back hunched and breath steady. His blue eyes scanned the garden behind the house. It had herbs growing there but it was messy and the windows were dirty. Everything looked as if it was abandoned.

Encouraged by the looks of it, Buck walked to the front of the house and tried to push the door open but they were locked. However, the door was wooden and old, all it took was another, stronger push to open them wide with a loud squeak that made him wince.

He waited for a while to make sure there were no footsteps approaching him but when he heard nothing but silence, he entered the house and walked around curiously as the last rays of the sun going down lit the walls and the pictures hung on them. There were mostly family portraits and religious images – everything cosy and very cottage-like. There was only one portrait of a young soldier in a Wehrmacht uniform but his face was so friendly and sad that Buck didn’t even feel any hatred looking at it.

Focused on the picture, he lost his focus for a while. And then he heard a small noise and turned around with widened eyes as he spotted a young, scared woman in the corner of the room. She had a gun, too. Her hands were shaking and her pupils were huge out of fear but she was pointing the gun at him. He didn’t know if he should raise his hands and give up or point the gun at her in return – it was very doubtful she would actually pull the trigger.

He trusted no one. When he took a small step ahead to test her, she startled but she didn’t unload the pistol. So he pointed his own weapon at her and in that moment she dropped her gun and lifted her hands up while sobbing.

“P-Please, no,” she pleaded in English. “Please, don’t kill me,” her whispers were broken and shaky and Buck felt bad for her. Did she live in that house? 

“Do you live here alone?” He asked, trying not to sound too nice. She nodded. “How so?”

“I lived here with my brother and my papa,” she explained and pointed her finger at the portrait on the wall carefully. “They took my brother away. In the beginning of the war. He didn’t come back. My papa, he was old now. But they took him too a few weeks ago. Because they need more men,” she was looking for the right words with her limited vocabulary.

“How do you know English?” Buck raised an eyebrow at her.

“Papa taught us. He was a soldier in the last war. He met the English and the Americans. He was a captive,” she explained and sniffled her tears. “Please, don’t kill me,” she begged once more and Buck felt stupid for still pointing his gun at her. He lowered his hand and she sighed out of relief.

“Do you need help?” He asked. Something about her and the state of this house made him forget about his own tragic situation at the moment. She was a young woman left alone in the middle of nowhere in a country that was on the verge of losing the war. It was not safe for her and she looked weakened as if she had not had any proper meal in a long while.

“Do you?” She asked.

“Me and my friend… He’s inside the forest… We ran away from the camp, too. We are American pilots. We need to get to the American soldiers. Do you know where we can find them?” Buck asked.

“They are in town,” the girl nodded. “I can take you to them tomorrow,” she offered.

“Why not now?”

“Because it’s dark already. And you need rest,” she pointed out. Buck squinted his eyes at her. “I don’t have a phone here. And German police are not here anymore. You are safe,” she assured him. “Tell your friend to come here,” the girl crouched down and picked up her gun again. Buck clutched on his but she hid hers into the pocket of her patched dress. “It’s not loaded,” she revealed to him with a sad smile. “I lost all my bullets two weeks ago when a few strange men came here and I had to scare them off.”

Buck nodded and slowly walked out of the house. He still was not sure if she was trustworthy but he craved nothing but rest. He came back for Bill and told him about the situation they had found themselves in.

“I’m not sure, Buck,” he shook his head. “Listen, what if I go there and scare her, steal some food and we run to that town on our own?” He proposed.

Buck understood where his friend was coming from. And he did not judge him. However, he did not agree to his plan.

“No,” he only said. “It’s just a girl.”

“They’re all just girls and boys. Like the kids back there in the forest,” Bill reminded him.

“I know. But she’s not like them.”

“How do you know that?” Bill requested an explanation.

“I just know,” was all Buck could say as he nodded at his friend to follow him.

Reluctantly, Bill went to the house after Buck. The girl was sitting by the round kitchen table and lighting a few candles. She looked up, giving them a doe-eyed look.

“I don’t have electricity here anymore,” she confessed. “But the candles are fine,” she added. “Here, I collected some of my brother’s and papa’s clothes for you to change. When I take you to town tomorrow, I don’t want anyone to know who you are. In the forest… There are a lot of people you can’t trust,” she explained.

“And you?” Bill asked, still not convinced. “Why can we trust you?”

“You have to,” she looked at him and then she turned around to point at the kitchen cabinet. “I don’t have much food left. And the fridge doesn’t work without electricity. I have some cans and a few wild berries I picked in the forest. Some cheese they gave me in town out of mercy.”

“We don’t want to eat your food,” Buck assured her. “Only a little bit.”

“I’m hungry,” Bill added and Buck shot him an unpleasant glance.

“So is she. And the food is hers. She doesn’t have to help us, you know?”

Bill went silent and took a pile of clothes to the living room where he began to change. Buck was left alone with the girl in the kitchen. She was looking down nervously, focusing on his hands to avoid his eyes.

“And what is your name?” He asked her out of courtesy.

“It’s (Y/N),” she whispered. “And yours?”

“I’m Major Gale Cleven,” he reached his hand out and she hesitantly shook it. She also dared to look up and meet his gaze. Buck felt his heart skipping a beat at the sight of how sad and broken those young eyes were.

Back where he was from, young girls were not affected by the war like this. Sure, they were worried about their husbands, fathers and brothers. But they were still drinking coke, danced at the parties, whined at the shortage of nylon and drew the lines on their calves to imitate the tights. They were slowly getting used to wearing jeans as they overtook the factories, they were poster girls and had their hair done up in victory rolls. They were marking the letters with red and pink lipsticks and perfumes. And this young girl in front of him already had the eyes of a very old and wise woman. It shouldn’t be like this.

“Major Gale Cleven,” she repeated. “Sounds like from a movie.”

He was just Buck. Nothing special at all. He was not even from Hollywood or New York. But to her he was already unrealistic enough. She batted her eyelashes and looked away, shyly.

“Not really,” Buck tried to convince her and she gave him a sad smile.

Bill came back in new clothes. It was Buck’s turn now but he was afraid of leaving (Y/N) alone with his friend, so he kept staring at them awkwardly.

“Go,” Bill rolled his eyes. “I won’t hurt her,” he promised.

So Buck grabbed a pile of clothes preparead for him and went to the living room to change as fast as possible. When he came back to the kitchen, Bill was already eating some canned food with a slice of cheese and a few wild berries. A similar meal was waiting for Buck, too. (Y/N) was sitting by the table but she had no food in front of her.

“And you?” He asked her as he sat down.

“I already ate,” she told him but he had a feeling she lied so he pretended to be full already after eating a half of the plate. He offered her the rest and she eagerly took it from him as her eyes sparkled. It was probably her first “proper” meal on that day.

After they ate, (Y/N) showed them to their rooms. One belonged to her father and it was downstairs. Upstairs there were two tiny bedrooms. One was hers and one was her brother’s. She wanted Buck to sleep in it. She didn’t have to say it out loud but he knew that she trusted him more than she trusted his friend. Bill was not complaining because the room downstairs was bigger and had a nicer bed.

When Bill was already in the bedroom given to him, (Y/N) was helping Buck to put the sheets on. He was insisting there was no need but she tried her best to be a good host even in such gruesome circumstances.

“When I do this… It’s a bit like… It’s still normal, you know?” She tried to explain the best she could. He nodded at her. He understood. “There you go,” she fixed the sheets for the last time and looked down proudly at the made up bed.

“Thank you,” Buck nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at the poster on her brother’s wall. It was very old and the colours were faded away now but he could recognise it. It was a movie poster of Charlie Chaplin’s movie City Lights.

“My brother liked Charlie Chaplin,” (Y/N) smiled. “And the films. Especially American ones. He didn’t get to see many but he liked the posters,” she explained. “When he was able to see a film, he would come back home and tell me everything about it.”

“I hope he’s alright,” Buck tried to cheer her up.

“He died,” she explained and he felt a stinging pain in his heart.

“You only said he hadn’t come back…”

“They sent us a medal and all. He’s dead,” she explained. “But papa threw the medal away. It’s in the river now.”

“Why?”

“Because he didn’t like Hitler. And my brother didn’t like him either,” she nodded. “I wish he was here, my brother. He would like you,” she added before finally approaching the door to leave him alone for the night. “Good night,” she walked away and closed the door quietly.

Buck was exhausted but he couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. What would happen tomorrow? She would take them to town, drop them off with the Americans and then what? She would just go back here? To that awful house in the middle of nowhere where she was starving and not safe? He hated to even think of such a possibility.

The walk to town was stressful and everyone kept giving them funny and suspicious looks. However, (Y/N)’s poker face and determination managed to take them to the town centre safely. It looked awful and empty – like a ghost town. She pointed at one of the soldiers patrolling the street and told them he was an American.

“Go to him,” she only said and turned around to walk away but Buck grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat and Bill hissed at him. Buck didn’t listen to that.

“What about you?” Buck asked her and her eyes widened.

“What do you mean? I don’t want him to see me,” she explained.

“You’re just going back home now?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“No,” Buck shook his head. “You’re coming with us.”

“What are you doing, Gale?” Bill asked, irritated.

“She deserves a warm meal at least,” Buck insisted and kept a tight grip on (Y/N)’s sleeve as they all approached the suspicious soldier.

They lifted their hands up and explained who they were. Their accents and believable numbers of their units made the patrolling soldier less hostile. But then he laid his eyes on the girl.

“And her?” He asked.

“She’s with us. She helped us,” Buck told him.

“I know her. She lives in this town,” the soldier squinted his eyes at (Y/N) and she took a deep breath in. “She’s German.”

“Yes, she helped us last night. We wouldn’t be here if it was not for her,” Buck repeated. “Listen, I just want her to eat something warm, alright?”

The soldier called for a few other men who came quickly after and had a short and quiet discussion. Eventually they nodded their heads at them and led them inside of a building full of soldiers. They all looked up curiously and suspiciously.

Bill left Buck’s side quickly to talk to the men stationed there. But Buck didn’t leave (Y/N)’s side as he felt he had to look after her in this place. They were given a proper, warm meal and they sat by the table in the corner. She was eating fast and with shaky hands like a starving child given food after a long while. Buck’s heart broke and he reached his hand out to hold one of her cold ones. She looked up, scared, and he smiled softly.

“Slow down,” he only whispered.

“The women here are nothing special,” one of the men sitting by the table nearby commented. “You should have seen the French ones,” he whistled.

Buck didn’t react to that as his jaw clenched. (Y/N) ignored that comment, too, but her eyes were saddened.

When she was done with her meal, Buck approached the man in charge of the unit and asked if they could give her a few cans of food and some other supplies. The man did not want to agree.

“We’re short on them ourselves, Major Cleven,” he explained.

“Yes, sir, I understand, sir. But she lives alone in the middle of nowhere. Her brother is dead, her father most likely, too. She helped us. She’s a good woman, sir,” Buck tried to convince him.

“There is no doubt about that, son. I’m sorry. She’s not the first and not the last good woman suffering in this war.”

Buck felt defeated and helpless when he approached (Y/N) who was already preparing to leave.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t convince him to give you supplies,” he admitted, ashamed of himself.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” she tried to assure him and squeezed his arm. “You’re a good man,” she added. “Thank you for the meal… And the kindness.”

“I should be the one thanking you more,” he couldn’t help himself and he fixed her ruffled hair. Everything about her was screaming inside of him to help her, to take care of her. But he couldn’t and it was killing him. “I will never forget you, German girl.”

“And I will never forget you, Major Cleven,” she smiled and he could only watch her walk away, approaching the small road leading back to the forest.

If Bill hadn’t been there with him, he would have started thinking that she was nothing but a forest fairy he had imagined. After all he was in a land of fairytales.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[faecaribou]

on my knees asking for you to draw your interpretation of this

the whole team gets deaged by twenty years

most of them are a range of late teens to early thirties, but.

Scout and Sniper.

Spy gets a second chance at being Scout's dad + plus a bonus of raising Sniper too

Genuinely I could not get this out of my head. I spent hours on this and now literally every electronic i have is like at 4% battery and its 1 am. This is such a goated idea. Here are the mercs deaged, or what they would look like younger. I totally didnt have to google everyone's ages (visibly lying)

I feel like I did well with Heavy and Medic. They're the oldest in the group. Heavy when he was 26 was probably freshly dealing with escaping the gulag with his family. Visually I just got rid of his beard left him with the stubble though and gave him back his hair, which in the comics appears to be brown. For Medic, I think I spelt lisence wrong. Yeah there's a red line under it. Fuck. Whatever. I stole his muscles and also gave him back his hairline. Also, big glasses.

I'm going by age but I know what you want. Here's Spy. I wanted him to look as close to Scout as possible SO BAD but their noses are different and canonically his hair is much darker but I like to pretend the BLU Spy has that darker hair and RED Spy has more brown hair. Maybe someone's grandparents had blond hair (I swear I read a fic where Spy was like 'jeremy has my papas blond hair >m<') ANYWAY i dont think he's older than heavy and medic but also like. JEEZ. He just wanted to sleep with some MILFs or cougars he didnt expect children. L

The way that I'm actually obsessed with my own drawing for younger Engie. haiiiii. I feel like I would bump into him IRL on a college campus. Lowkey he reminds me of someone but I dont even know who.

I don't have much to say for Soldier and Pyro. I was getting some conflicting reports on Soldier's age so I just put him in the middle of the conflicting reports. He's probably already started his uh. killing rampage in Germany. I just deaged Pyro and left him in the same outfit because I dont actually have a fan design for Pyro outside the suit.

I gave Demoman the kilt and sash that his father's wearing in this one scene in the comics where there was like. A family photo of the DeGroot family. I definitely didnt study every single image of younger Demo in the comics. ha. ha. If I spent a million hours on just this drawing of Tav.

Side note, your ask totally reminded me of this fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/60095656 which is all the mercs deaged by like 25 years and Scout is literally like a year old and its great and I definitely did not leave 8 million comments on this fic (stares off into the distance)

I accidentally drew Sniper looking too young (right-most drawing) but honestly the smile with the missing tooth gave me life. aaaahhhh He really shouldve been drawn with a hat since he's out there in Australia but oops. I gave him his mullet back <3maybe he should be 7

finally, Jeremy. I definitely didn't originally decide he was 5 and then for the sake of my sanity when I think of Spy's agechange it to 4. Yeah

Heavy's too busy helping his mom raise his sisters. Don't give Medic kids. So yeah it's up to Spy to step up and take care of Mick alongside Jeremy.

Okay I think I will eventually reblog this post with more art but for right now I'm done with drawing and just going to type endless paragraphs and over nonsense thoughts

okay so they get de-aged. how??? i could take a page out of that fic i recommended and blame magic/merasmus. I feel like Respawn Machine malfunction is a pretty common trope for de-aging just one guy in fics but imagine it malfunctioned and now they're all de-aged. damnnnnn they lost that battle against BLU hard AND this happened? L

I imagine it's like. Logically they know who they are, they know each other, they know their jobs. But also it kinda feels like yesterday they were off in Russia/Australia/German/Boston doing their own things. The younger 3 are especially having this problem. No one's sure if Pyro understands whats going on.

They're all in their red team merc outfits btw for Pyro's sake. But for the drawings they've taken like. their weapons off and gotten in clothes that either fit better or are more comfortable.

Medic is all like "ooooh! interesting >:3" and definitely wants to open SOMEONE up but he's scaring the hoes (children) so him and Engineer kind of separate to go deal with the Respawn Machine. Engineer may have to call his dad for help at some point. He is going to hate it hahahahahaah >:)

Demoman and Soldier and Pyro are just like. Having the worlds most disjointed conversation. "ARE YOU AMERICAN?" "huddah huddah" "(super thick scottish accent)" no one is understanding anyone. Pyro pulls out paper and coloring pencils and they are just trying to furiously communicate through drawings

Scout is four and since he on some level remembers Spy as a kid when he's an adult, he definitely recognizes Spy as both his dad and as ...Spy. Cue crying.

Mick is kinda scared. He definitely tries to retreat to his camper van but no one's gonna let an 8 year old sleep out there by himself so he's resorted to hiding in his room on base, which he just kinda uses for storage, which is where he finds the slingshot. Anyone who opens the door to talk to him gets a rock to the face I don't make the rules. Okay well except for Scout he's not going to pelt a four year old with rocks. The mercs will use this hesitation to their advantage to get him

Spy takes his mask off. He doesn't want to, he doesn't like them looking at his face, it just makes Jeremy cry more, people are asking him how old he is, someone said he looks a lot like Scout.

He one-hundred percent sees this as like. His chance to actually be Jeremy's dad. He was too much of a coward the first time around and sometimes the guilt eats at him. Something something if Spy and Ma had a second child Spy would completely ignore Scout to fuss over the 2nd kid because it would be a clean slate that he hasn't ruined. WHAT WHO SAID THAT. Anyway the driving force that leads him to take his mask off and pick up that screaming kid is that this is his second chance. I imagine he got some practice in with some of Scout's brothers and with baby Scout so he's not the best dealing with a screaming 4 year old but he's not the worst.

After like. A few hours of getting Scout to calm down, they have now upgraded to Scout is really really quiet and visibly upset but he only screams and cries when Spy goes to grab him. Ultimately Jeremy thinks that they might get put back to normal and once he's older again Spy will abandon him again so he is NOT letting Spy pick him up without trying to bite him at least once. Spy is slowly earning his trust.

This is also the point where Spy realizes that Sniper is hiding in his room with the slingshot. After like 3 different mercs getting pelted with rocks in the face Spy realizes he has to step up and dad this kid too.

Scout sees Spy extend even one iota of patience or kindness toward Sniper and is torn between "oh he's actually trying" and "HES GOING TO CHOOSE SNIPER TO BE HIS SON INSTEAD OF ME"

wait I'm just creating more conflicts rather than resolving anything. fuck its 2 am. look the (he's not crying, YOU ARE!) hug drawing would be when Scout finally lets Spy give him a hug and it would be SO SATISFYING and the crowd stood up and clapped and after Jeremy starts hanging off of Spy like a limpet Spy also successfully gets Sniper to come out of the room. why did I write an entire plot am I going to write a fic. oh no please no I'm busy with the time travel noooooo

[ripeindecember]

Little oneshot thing based on this post because Nico-Will soulmateism makes me wanting to chew plastic (in a good way)

He’s born Wilfred Alexander Semper, on a hot day in the late summer of 1929, in Sioux City, Iowa. 

He’s born breech. It’s a hard labor. Dangerous. He doesn’t cry when he comes out - not at first. The doctor spends a long time trying to get his little lungs working until finally, finally, he lets out a tiny whimper, and everyone in the room breathes a sigh of relief. 

The doctor hands him off to his father, so he can help his mother with the afterbirth.

His father was a gunnery captain in the Great War, stationed near the Seine, before his birth. He holds his son, (all of his sons, really,) like they’re made of spun glass. “Hello, Will,” His father murmurs, christening him with the new nickname, here just minutes after his birth. “A man of few words already, I see.” 

Will stares back at him, baby-blues shining with unshed tears, and whimpers softly again. 

— — — 

His childhood is rough and tumble, but they’re always okay. 

The depression is hard, but his dad doesn’t lose his job. A pay-cut, maybe, but no-one in Sioux City would be willing to fire Dr. Semper, medaled war hero, and only dentist for miles. 

He remembers once, his parents talking in hushed tones about a hotel in Washington DC getting hit by lightning. How his dad thought it was actually the Germans, how he was afraid they were going back to war. How his mom said that wasn’t going to happen. 

Then, a harbor gets bombed.

Will can recall, years later, his Mother, gray faced, and his Dad, with his mouth pressed into a stern line, crowded around the radio, telling him and Mark to go to their shared room, because he was twelve and Mark was fifteen, and they didn’t need to hear this, not right now.

Lloyd was eighteen, though. He got to stay. 

Two days later, when Will and Mark are throwing a baseball outside, there’s a fight. His Mom and Dad are yelling, and so is Lloyd. He doesn’t know what it’s about at the time. 

Three years later, when a soldier comes to the door, and Will’s Mom falls to her knees with a wail, as his Dad accepts a small box and a slip of paper with a white face and trembling hands, Will understands why they were fighting. 

They have the same fight with Mark that night. Mark, freshly eighteen, and so passionate, so hot headed, so deeply loving for his brother, wants revenge.

He comes home the same way Lloyd did seven months later. 

— — —

Will decides that he can’t do that to his family again. He can’t try to follow in his Father’s war hero footsteps, and come home as a medal in a box and a slip of paper. 

He turns 18 in 1947. Goes to college for biology. Doesn’t meet anyone, doesn’t get married like so many of his friends do. He moves to San Francisco instead.  

He gets a job teaching at a middle school. 

It’s enjoyable. The people he teaches with are fun. He goes to staff parties, makes friends.

Some of the single, female teachers flirt with him politely. He doesn’t know why, but he rejects them, just as politely. 

He makes close friends with the gym teacher, Francis. They go for drinks after school, sometimes. 

“Do you ever feel,” Francis says quietly, one of those times that they’re out. “That you can’t find anyone?”

Will tilts his head. “What do you mean?”

“It’s like…” Francis continues. “I know I should like the women who talk to me. I do. They’re great friends. But it’s like something isn’t right.”  

“Do you think,” Will leans in close, lowering his voice. “That you’re a homosexual?”

Francis laughs at that under his breath. “No, it's not that. I know some guys who are,” He cuts his eyes to Will in an appraising motion. “But it’s like a feelings feeling. Like I'm a double-timing a person I don’t know.” 

“Like there’s someone you belong to, but they don’t know it yet.” 

Francis nods his head. “Exactly.” 

“All the time.” Will responds. “Like there’s this piece of me that’s missing, and I don’t know where it is, or how to find it. Like it’s been locked away somewhere that I’m not allowed to go. So I just have to exist without it.”

“Like a trained horse without a jockey,” Francis snorts.

“Yeah.” 

— — —

Will and Francis stay close friends. 

San Francisco changes. People get looser, dress looser, act looser. 

On the weekends, Will makes short-lived friends in parks, clubs, and bars.

People - men and women - with long black hair and big, brown eyes. He climbs into their beds and leaves before sunrise. He doesn’t look back, and tries not to look into it.

A month before he turns forty, Francis shows up to his house with good weed, a good bottle of liquor, and they watch Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walk on the moon. 

— — —

Francis is doing his best impression of Nixon, saying “I am not a crook!” in a wheedling little voice when the school principal steps into the lounge.

“Mr. Semper?” He interrupts.

Will looks up. “Yeah?”

“Your Mother is on the phone. It’s important.” The principal’s eyes are sad. 

Will’s heart drops into his feet. He knows what this is. He leans over and grabs the receiver off the wall, and raises it to his ear with a shaking hand. “Mama?”

“Oh, Will, baby,” she cries. “It’s your Father, he-”

“When?”

“This morning,” She sniffles out. “Stroke.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can,” he whispers into the phone.

— — — 

Will’s Mom moves in with him, after his Dad dies. 

“So there’s no one in your life?” She asks him curiously, one afternoon.

“I’ve got you,” He deflects.

— — —

He’s distracted, driving home. He’d rolled a TV into the classroom, so his students could watch the launch of the Challenger shuttle, only for it to blow up on screen. He’d spent the rest of class comforting them.

It’s hard, dealing with gruesome death. Especially at thirteen years old.

So he doesn’t notice the light at the intersection turning red when he pulls up. He doesn’t notice the other car, barreling down his little hatchback. It takes a second to register that his car flips.

He doesn’t scream when he’s in the air. When his neck breaks, he doesn’t feel it.

— — — 

“Hello, Wilfred.” A soft, deep voice greets, from high above him. He looks up, and is greeted with a face that's all angles and pale skin.

“Where am I?” He asks. He looks out over a landscape of black sand and sagging poplar trees, growing next to a river that flows milky white. 

“The afterlife.” The man explains. “Behind you is Elysium. In front of you is the River Lethe.” 

Will blinks. “I was baptized. I should be in Heaven.” 

The tall man sighs, and purses his lips. “Believe me, I know. It was a nightmare of paperwork, getting you here.”

“Why am I here, then?”

“I have… an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

“Yes. You were alone, your whole life, were you not? You felt as if there was something missing. I’m offering you a do-over. Where I can assure you, that this time, you will not be alone. That something will not be missing. I can promise you that.”

Will stares up at the man, with his angular face, and something inside of him aches. “How? Why?”

“It is for selfish reasons.” The man admits. “But we will both benefit, in the end.” 

“What do I do?”

“You must swim in the river. I will take care of everything from there”

He looks from the man’s face, and into the calm, milky-white current. It calls to him, like a gentle lullaby. 

Wilfred Alexander Semper, who died on January 28th, 1986, at the age of 56, goes into the river. 

— — — 

He’s born William Andrew Solace, on a hot day in the late summer of 1999, in Pflugerville, Texas.

He screams his way into the world so loudly that the attending nurse swears up and down that the windows rattled in their panes. 

“Hi, baby,” his Mom says with a watery laugh, once he’s placed in her arms. She clings to him tight and kisses the tears off of his angry, little red face.

“Death would turn his head at a yell that loud,” The doctor jokes. 

His mom laughs again, exhausted. He blinks his eyes open, and they catch in the sun, radiant baby-blues. “If he’s anything like me,” she murmurs confidently, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “I bet he could get death to fall in love with him.” 

[bluebiree]

The star on a cruise: day 1/??

⊱⋆ Kaiser x reader ⋆⊰

(Silly post)

⊱—————————————————————⊰

Recently, you decided that a vacation is well deserved. You've worked plenty at your stressful job, so why not have some fun or a relaxing time for a change?

Yes, vacations are hefty prices given the times, but you've needed time off! Plus, it worked out in your favor anyway since you won a free ticket for a 7 day cruise.

After a few days of packing and saving up some extra money, the day of the trip FINALLY came and you arrived all in one piece.

Ignoring getting bumped *cough* shoved into by some arrogant blond on the way to your cabin, the settling in transition went rather smoothly. The feeling of relief washed over you as you melted on the nice hotel mattress, finally enabling you to take a breather.

★

You've changed into your newly bought swimsuit by the time it got close to golden hour, so you thought it would be fun to check out the 5 star outdoor pool area.

While walking down the deck and watching the dimming scenery, you savored the pleasant breeze and watched the sun descend into the ocean. The sky was bursting with color all around, and it reminded you of something you saw out of a certain movie about a ship from 1997...

And since your thought process was like everyone else's, apparently, your eye caught some corny ass couple at the front of the ship doing "the thing" from that movie.

Damn those happy people. You narrowed your eyes at them. You now understood why your coworkers call you a grumpy old person despite not being close to the age.

But the mood got ruined further when someone bumped into you doing some forget-the-sight-of-a-couple-slurping-eachother's-faces frolicking! The best part is that it ended up being the same blond bitch from earlier.

"Hey, you should watch where you're going, y'know..." He remarked, his voice bold with German descent. He then added in the same condescending tone, "And quit staring at the sun, it's fucking up your vision, sweetheart."

Isn't this the guy who rammed into me when I got here?? Now he's doing this BS on purpose.. You thought.

Your expression scrunched in distaste at the way he talked. Just when you were about to respond, the man leaned on the railing as he got a better look at you. His cerulean blue eyes considerately roamed your face, then your figure with something like amusement glinting in his eyes.

"Could I buy you a drink? I-"

You didn't even want to hear out his royal looking ass at this point, so you cut him off.

"Nope!" You said with a little too much passion. In your head, that brain of yours was going to tell you to say something along the lines of "No thanks" as politely as you possibly could, but the instinctual man-repellent voice spoke before the thought even traveled halfway to your tongue.

There was a brief pause. The disturbance on the blond's face almost made you snicker, but you managed to fight back the smile desperately writhing to surface.

Don't laugh... Don't laugh... You chanted in your head. After all, you still wanted to explore the cruise ship without the worry of a vengeful stalker.

You cleared your throat. "I mean— no?.." You continued, examining his figure in response for his earlier scrutinizing. You took note of the long rose tattoo peeking through his flashy beach shirt that was almost tacky, but somehow it worked on him. "I'm not exactly here for this kind of fun right now." You vaguely gestured, trying not to seem unnecessarily rude even though you wanted to just ditch him and walk off.

"Oh, really now? Fair enough." The man's smirk returned. He combed his hair back with his fingers as he gathered his composure, like he was some sort of model posing for a photo. "I don't think you recognize me at the moment though, but I shall assist... I'm Michael Kaiser."

It sounded like he loved saying his own name. It didn't exactly ring any bells for you though, nor did the sound of it make you frothing at the mouth and soaking your swim panties as he acted like it did.

Micheal sensed your blank stare and decided to add, like it made any difference, "...The star football player?" He got more annoyed as you bit your lips into your mouth and glanced to the side like you were a character humorously looking at the camera in a sitcom.

You stood there, silently nodding with your fingers entwined in front of you. You now knew how your friends felt whenever you ranted about your special interests.

The man took a deep breath and played off the fact he pretty much embarrassed himself in front of the finest person on this ship... Oh, and you too.

He sat up straight and flicked his bangs out of his eyes, putting on another shade of 'ugly grin' he believed was sexy.

"So, you like the big blazing ball in the sky, right? The thing that provides light, gives life to plants..." He went on despite your neutral expression. "Football, to me, is like that. It isn't just fun, it's my life; my very being..."

He halted for a second.

"But how about you, hm? What is the 'thing' that gives you life on this grand hunk of rock?" He finally asked.

You were a little caught off guard by the philosophical wanna-be switch. You supposed he thought that if he showed a bit of himself, you'd lower your walls, even just a little bit. Anyway, you thought it wouldn't hurt to go along with it for some time because.

You summarized some hobbies you currently, or want to, pursue— not too detailed so you give off a mysterious, lowkey fuck-off-ish vibe, and enough to seem kind of polite.

Michael noded, shockingly looking interested in what you have to say.

"Well... I have a feeling we'll find valuable conversation with each other, Schatz. Why don't we talk more over dinner?" He inquired. This time, his tone of voice took on a slightly softer note, a quiet effort to try and convince you to stick around. His words felt genuine, if only a smidge more.

Your eyes had somehow traveled to his blond-to-blue ombre hair gently swaying in the salty winds— the way the sky colors gradually drained in the backdrop after the sun made it's final plunge into the sea. Each shade peeled away and revealed a deep blue beneath, stars began to peek through the incoming darkness, and you couldn't help but notice the man in front of you. Micheal, is actually...

No, you wanted to be stubborn— HAD to be. His ego was already far too big for you to be possibly folding THAT soon.

His question did leave you thinking though... Would hanging out with him not be as bad as you thought? His arrogant persona set you off a little, but he might be alright if you got to know him better. Then again, he's probably only looking for a fling during this week-long cruise.

Butttt there's a chance you'd get free food if you play your cards right...

You immediately silenced those food thoughts, ignoring yet again that you're slowly getting hungry enough to eat even him.

"Mmm... Sure. I guess one meal can't hurt." You answered.

His usual smirk cut across his cheeks, showing the charming smile lines that pulled people in towards him without much effort on his part. It almost made you regret giving him the green light, but at the same time, you were kind of curious to see where this path takes you.

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Author's note: Can you tell I kinda LOATHE Kaiser? 😁 But fr tho, this is my first fic like.. ever LMAO. I might experiment with different writing styles as I go on, but lmk if y'all want a part 2! Drop suggestions or advice if you have any cuz I'm open :3

— Also if this prompt sounds familiar at all, first of all, I'm sorry you even know about that. Second, yes, this is MY work unfortunately 💔 I also don't use that acc on that app anymore cuz I recently learned it's bad so... Yay I've grown tf up! 😀

Don't steal, translate, or repost my work. I worked really hard on this </3

[kiokos]

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: Enemies/rivals to lovers, crack, lowk angsty if you squint, cringe sometimes, romance

A/N: sorry for posting this lowkey kinda late… i was writing this in the bus so I has limited time😭🙏

You sighed and settled your phone down, already looking nervous. Doubts started creeping up - could you really do this? On your own, at that? You sat up from your bed and looked down at your packed up bags - you didn’t forget anything, right..?

After checking everything to make sure you didn’t forget anything, you settled back down and thought. ‘Alright, let’s do the maths..’ you mumbled under your breath as you started counting. Rin said it took him about 20 minutes to get from blue lock to your practicing place…

For you, it takes around 20-25 minutes. Adding that to the 20 minutes it takes for him to get there, it should take you around.. 40-45 minutes for you to get to blue lock’s facility!

Okay, that seems reasonable enough. You waited and waited, then saw isagi’s text:

Isagi: come outside, i’m here :3

You quickly grabbed your stuff and ran down the stairs, yelling a ‘goodbye mom!’ Before running outside. You met up with isagi and dabbed him up as you usually do.

(Ignore that that was lowk cringez😭)

You were about to say something until isagi started by saying “okay, so, we have to get there at 6:30 PM, so we really gotta hurry and take the train that comes at.. erm.. the train that comes the soonest!! Come on, we can’t waste time!” He grabbed your hand and started running.

“WAIT, SLOW DOWN, YOU IDIOT!!” You yelled as he practically dragged you to the train station, regretting ever listening to him. Why were you even doing this?? It was all supposed to be a stupid bet and now you got dragged into this whole- nonsense!!

“Nah, I say we go faster!” He said as he sped up and you were struggling just to keep up. Man, this reminded you of the days where you were late for school and he was dragging you out of your house, yelling ‘we have maths as the first lesson today!! You know that mr. Hishaki doesn’t go easy on us when we’re late!!!’ As he yanked you and forced you to run towards the bus.

(Timeskip to when you got to blue lock :3)

You stepped in, and damn was everything like a flipping labyrinth! If it wasn’t for isagi, you would’ve definitely gotten lost.. just as you were taking in the new environment around you, you bumped into someone when you entered the german stratum(?).

As you were about to apologize, you heard him say “pass auf, wo du hintrittst, Idiot.” (Watch your step, idiot.) and you looked up to see.. a guy with blond and blue hair?? He even had a blue rose tattoo! Who is this guy??

Isagi looked pissed off the second he heard him and said “that’s kaiser.” Before handing you an earplug, telling you to put it on.

And so, you did! You put it on, and.. you could… understand what kaiser was saying? So was this kind of like.. a translator? You looked at kaiser and before you could say hi, he said “so, you’re the one who I’m going to have to beat today? How cute, didn’t think I was dealing with a small fry.”

You paused when he laughed. Man this guy pissed you off! “Man - fuck off.” You mumbled before grabbing isagi’s hand and walking away. “Isagi, you’re totally right - barely even met this guy and he already ticks me off. I want nothing more than to punch him in his arrogant face!”

Isagi smirked and said “I don’t wanna tell you I told you so… BUTTT I told you so.”

(Time-skip to when the match against you and kaiser starter.. Ik theres alot of timeskips rn but BEAR WITH ME😭😭 also if some of these don’t sound right just so yk it’s because idk how to write kaiser and my knowledge about football is VERY limited…)

You being nervous was an understatement. You were scared the hell out of your flipping mind. At first, you thought kaiser was no big deal - but even then, you’re lowkey kinda scared.

The kick off started with kaiser having the ball - all you knew about him was that he had a skill called kaiser impact, and that was honestly it.

When he tried to score, you blocked, stole the ball and tried to score your OWN goal, but then he would block you - and that’s practically how half the match went until kaiser scored a goal. ‘Crap!’ Was your first thought.

You sighed and thought about it. This guy was a cocky, arrogant rat. But, with that said, he did have skills. You had 15 minutes left, and in those 15 minutes- you just said fuck it and went all out.

You ran with the ball at your top speed and surprisingly, kaiser was able to keep up. “This all you got, small fry?” He said as he smirked.

And god you wanted nothing more than to punch him and his face and shove it into a trashcan! Wait, no, focus, Y/N, focus.

You brushed kaiser off, ignoring him. Put then - kaiser almost stole the ball from you. Shit. If you lost this, you would loose all rights to ever represent japanese soccer - and that would be it.

As much as you wanted to say you didn’t care, you did. Soccer was the most fun shit you have ever done in your whole entire life - and honestly, you couldn’t see yourself without it.

Without even thinking, your mind went blank. You dribbled past kaiser, and shot the ball straight towards the goal. You were so far away - there’s no way the ball would reach THAT far, right…?

No. You couldn’t barely even think straight, and yet you did it - you scored a goal.

‘It isn’t over yet. One more goal, just one more goal…’ you mumbled under your breath.

You looked at the time: 5 minutes left. Kaiser had the ball, and you stole it from him when you noticed that his attention was divided: and before you knew it, you scored another goal.

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Long post so not sure wheter or not you will read it, but there's a retelling of the myth of Perseus for kids by Imme Dros: De huiveringwekkende mythe van Perseu. The book is in german, so I will point put some bits from it that I liked and some rough translations of the fragments by me.

1) Here it's said that Acrisius thought Perseus is the son of his twin brother, not of Zeus. This is the first time for me when I see a book aimed for kids about Perseus that mentions Proteus too. Also, it is mentioned that Acrisius imprisoned Danaë back when she was only 13.

"King Akrisios heard him crying under his feet. Furious, he had Danaë taken from her prison.

'Who is that child? Whose child is that and who is the father?'

'This is Perseus, I am his mother and Zeus is his father.'

'Zeus the father? You must mean my twin brother. Of course he seduced you. To take my land! He is not satisfied with his own area, he wants everything. He has sons and now he is also claiming my grandson.'

(King Akrisios and his brother were born fighting, already fought in their mother's womb, already hated each other before they saw the light and they didn't trust each other for a fathom.)"

2) Danaë wants to educate child Perseus, but all he thinks about is fishing. She wants him to know about the gods, to which Perseus tells her that the only god he has to know about is Poseidon. Danaë then tells him that he will be the King of Argos one day so he must know about the gods too. Little Perseus's favorite god is Hermes, so he constantly asks his mom to tell him more about him:

"Diktys taught young Perseus all about ships, sails and oars and everything he needed to know about water, wind and current to become a decent fisherman. Danaë wanted to teach him everything about the gods. Perseus had no patience for that. He protested:

'I go to sea and I only need to know Poseidon, that is the god of the sea, that is the god of fishermen.'

'But you will not remain a fisherman, Perseus. You will be a king! King of Argos. Kings should know the gods.'

'Well, then tell me the adventures of Hermes. Hermes is also a god and he always wins, that's exciting,' Perseus demanded, but his mother kept trying.

'Soon from Hermes. Listen now, Perseus. First there was Chaos. Everything came from Chaos... Say, are you listening, Perseus?'

'Yes, I hear it. But now from Hermes. Now from Hermes again.'

'Soon from Hermes. This is important. You need to know this. Everything comes from the great, fierce, dark Chaos...'

3) When Polydectes saw Danaë for the first time he thought she's Artemis and started to worship her for a moment:

"A powerful king ruled on the island of Serifos who oppressed and sucked his people, Polydectes. He was Diktys' brother and just as bad as he was good. About the time Perseus became a man came Polydectes meets the lovely Danaë during a hunt through the forest. At first he thought she was Artemis, the goddess of hunters, and he fell down before her. When he noticed she was human, he demanded that she become his lawful wife.  Danaë didn't want to."

4) At the beginning of his journey Perseus arrives for the first time in Athens, where he starts crying because of how beautiful the city was:

"Who stood shouting loudly in the middle of Athens could just reach a man near the walls with his voice. So the city was not allowed to get any bigger, that would be a danger. Perseus cried his eyes out. What a square, what houses, what a beautiful temple, what a mighty theater. That such a thing could exist. And oh, what people. He would get an answer to his question here, that was certain. But in the busy market of Athens no one could help him.

'Did you say Gorgons?'

'Gorgons? No, I wouldn't know.'

'No, you shouldn't be with us.'

'Go ask that in Delfi. Everyone goes there and that's why it must be good. Anyone who has a question and wants an answer always goes to Delfi.'

'Delfi, go to Delfi.'

5) They go by the version where Medusa was a beautiful mortal woman once. The difference is that here she willingly has sex with Poseidon in Athena's temple, and when she asks her how dare she do such thing Medusa tells her that Poseidon loves her and wants to marry her and she will soon become her aunt, so she should be nice with her from now on. This is the moments when Athena gets angry and turns her into a gorgon.

"[Medusa] made no apologies and bragged about her affair.

'If Poseidon marries me then I will be your aunt, Athena. He has more power than you, so don't worry about that temple.'

Pride comes before a fall, let people realize this very well! No matter how one excels, modesty is always required. They will never become gods, they just don't want to understand that. [...] A single bad trait can undo all the good that a mortal received. Gods hate pride and it was for her pride that Medusa had to pay, even though she was a nymph and the daughter of Forkys, the sea god."

6) We get to see the moments where Athena teaches Perseus how to fight while looking and his shield, whereas Hermes teaches him how to fly with those sandals:

"With the shield in her hands, Athena came to Perseus and she said to him, the goddess with the sea-green eyes:

'Never look directly at a Gorgon, look into this shield and look for her image, just remember that the right is the left in it.'

Perseus practiced diligently for the battle with Medusa, aimed in the shining shield at trees and rocks. Hard enough, it took him days to hit anything. He also had to learn to fly. With trial and error. Hermes held his hand and it took a while before he managed to keep his balance during take off and descent, before it flew straight and could make a quick turn. Flying seemed so easy when you saw birds flying,

but Perseus would never become a swift or a seagull. When he became more confident in floating and not every nymph anymore was crooked with laughter as he sailed past, Hermes announced that it was time to leave. And the merry nymphs wept loudly at parting."

7) The Perseus and Andromeda moments are sweet but cute. Also, here Andromeda and her family live in Joppa:

"Now Joppa was in charge because Perseus demanded the bride, but the man with the oldest rights came with an army.

To make a long story short: Medusa's head

served well again because every enemy petrified. Perseus and Andromeda were married that same day. He loved her and she loved him so they were happy The celebration of the great wedding in Joppa lasted ten days."

"King Cepheus made the cupbearer go round again, then each guest left for his own house to sleep. But the king slept in the palace next to Kasiopeia, and Andromeda shared her bed with her bridegroom Perseus."

8) Perseus also traveled in the Underworld before arriving in Joppa. At his wedding he tells the quest about what he saw in the realm of Hades and even tells the myth of the seasons at one point for some reason (but I won't include it as well because it's too long):

"Nowhere is the water as deep as where the water is separates the living from the dead. Five rivers flow between us and the poor, unfortunate shadows. When I looked at the grave lily meadows it seemed as if I

just like the Gorgons looked into a mirrored shield, but outside that shield was none of what was reflected. I saw the

images of people, but the people themselves were nowhere. And I saw those shadows of people nowhere present stagger across the meadows and report to the entrance where the Dog sat.  He let the shadows pass, but when one wanted to go out he shook his three heads. Whether they were old, whether they were young, inside was inside. There in the depths Haides and Persefoneia rule."

"On the edge of Tartaros, that is the deepest depth, houses the goddesses of revenge, who continue to persecute people if they have committed crimes. Their faces and claws, horrible to see, something I will never be able to forget. The Harpies are also monstrously ugly, fast as the storm wind they fly about to torment the dead, to provoke the people. They have heads like women, bodies and wings like birds, claws like tigers. When a man has insulted a god come the cruel Harpies. They pollute his food, shit on his plate and piss in his cup.

Until he dies of hunger at crowded, smelly tables. And I saw Sleep and his brother Death far away walking at the gates where all dreams come through."

"...daughters of my father Danaus, bear water to a great and bottomless barrel in leaking jars.These women killed their husbands the night after the wedding day. When I saw the poor shadows dragging the leaky jars my eyes became blind with tears, I couldn't bear it. And I became afraid of everything that could happen to myself. Suddenly I wanted to leave and I would prefer to forget everything what I saw there under the dark earth."

9) There's a short moment where, turning back to Argos, Danaë visits the chamber where she was imprisoned years ago:

"King Akrisios heard the news and his bad conscience drove him away from Argos to a city in the north. He had friends there in Larissa, he was safe there. So when Perseus arrived with his wife and his mother, he found in Argos an empty palace and no one could say where old king Akrisios had gone, whether he was alive or perhaps dead and under the earth. Danaë showed her son the underground dungeon,

dark and gloomy with bronze doors and no windows. And she visited the places where she had played as a girl. When they were on the beach of the sea just like a long time ago laid flowers of pebbles, she cried bitter tears. Because her life had turned out differently than she had hoped."

Why are all the interesting Perseus adaptations not available in English?

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another watercolor painting!! im going through my pokemon sun playthrough as ricky, and this outfit is what i dressed her up in ^_^ i tried to match her band au fashion as much as possible 🫡

i’ve got game screenshots and long ass ramble under the cut 😭

realizing tumblr can let me ramble continuously as much as i want so i could talk about my thoughts and my previous pokemon runs too woaw...maybe i’ll post pics of those playthroughs one day, but probably on my main blog instead 🤔

here's ricky's current team where i’m at and what she looks like in game!! i was sooo peeved that twin tails are locked in post game, even if they don’t even look like ricky’s hairstyle at all, i just think she needs some kind of ponytail…i used to have her with straight bangs to imitate her three bangs style, but it kinda looked ugly af… :V

i’m just before vast poni canyon so gummy will soon be the rail gun beetle that ricky deserves ^_^ i decided on a sweets/dessert nickname theme, tho i did consider a norse mythology theme, but i thought she’d be more cutesy in a pokémon au/world where she is not in life threatening stakes.

i want to write out my reasonings for each pokémon pick too, this team isn’t exactly what i had in mind since it’s limited to the sun pokédex, but i’m pretty fond of them!! mostly, i thought she could have a non-dex rotom (but since it’s like this, her rotom dex is definitely named mike), and i also thought she’d have a porygon - but u can only get it post-game and i’d have to deal with trade evolutions o<-<

i also chose pokémon sun as ricky’s game since i headcanon her to be wasian HAHA specifically japanese and american/german - since hawaii is known for its japanese immigrant population (which is also reflected in the game itself), i liked the idea of her having an actual game background of immigrating from kanto

1. alolan raichu - pikachu is the iconic mascot, just like ricky XD alolan raichu shares her love of sweets, and i think lets her identify with being alolan too

2. vikavolt - he’s a rail gun!! ricky should always have fun with guns. i think ricky has an affinity with machines, and vikavolt has gundam aesthetics hehe. his pre evolutions are cute too, which i think ricky would like. notably he’s another electric type, a remnant from when i used to have ricky as an electric type specific trainer, before i decided to diversify types for eo teams. rotom also would’ve been another electric type…😅

3. metagross - another association with machines—it reminds me of gladsheim as well. i like the juxtaposition of this hulking creature made of metal next to ricky too. showing off her cute and cool sides...

its name is ike as a companion to mike, making them fit into the sweets theme LOL

4. wigglytuff - i headcanon that ricky enjoys singing (and is the lead singer in band au) so i wanted a music related pokémon. maybe in universe, she would stay as a jigglypuff?

5. toucannon - also because of gun. i actually hunted a shiny version, bc it looks like the bi pride flag aghdjshfd. i think ricky can be prone to have a temper, matching toucannon's angry look

6. alolan ninetales - ok so i was conflicted bc i wanted an ice type, as a reference to ricky’s cryo sleep lol, and i was also considering vanillite bc ice cream… but its moveset sucks ass!!! sorry!!!! i do like ninetales as an additional reference to her heritage though…i have vanillite in rosa’s hypothetical team too so it wasn’t really meant for ricky in the first place :P

honorable mentions:

i chose litten as her starter since i think she’s a cat person, and also someone who likes buff people……….

vanillite like i mentioned—harder to catch than i thought cause it needs to be snowing for this guy to show up as an sos helper >:0

alolan exeggutor - long long yggdrasil

this turned out a lot longer than i thought im not used to writing down so much even in tweet threads but it was fun to spill out some of the very specific things i think about in my day to day lol...if you somehow read all of this, thank you for your time wakjhsdg 🙇🏻‍♀️

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 25

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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In Part 19, I discussed how Twilight treats Bond as more than a dog when they went on the mission together at Born Laboratories. But the fire rescue episode is where his feelings really seep through. He gets rightfully upset when Bond seemingly attacks people for no reason. But rather than become angry, he not only remains logical – he tries to comprehend why a dog who's been properly trained would act this way, and even entertains the idea that Bond might be sick – but, like with the many times Anya's antics confused him, he puts the responsibility upon himself to understand Bond better.

Even after two of Bond's well-intentioned attempts to help people only caused Twilight to get frustrated, Twilight still decides to trust Bond when he gets agitated about the fire. And even after Bond runs into the burning building when supposedly no one was inside, Twilight still trusts him and thinks that perhaps his nose is sensing someone inside. It's clear that Twilight himself doesn't realize how much trust he has in this dog that he supposedly only keeps around "for the mission." Twilight even risks his own life by going after Bond.

When he realizes that the reason Bond went inside was to rescue another dog, his frustration immediately dissipates. He then smiles at Bond the same way he smiled at Yor on the island when he understood the sacrifice she made for Anya…it's a rare smile reserved only for when one of his family members does something that truly touches him.

And it touches him because making these kinds of sacrifices is what he does all the time. It's an unwavering sense of duty that he feels like he's alone in doing, so he can't help but feel gratified when he sees the same sentiment in others.

It's ironic that Twilight's first encounter with wet Bond is what almost makes him break his facade. Even though "Loid Forger" is supposed to be a normal guy who wouldn't have to hide emotions, and Twilight has inadvertently let some emotions such as fear, frustration, and compassion break through, the act of laughing must be too far removed from his spy persona that he simply can't bring himself to accept it, even when acting as Loid Forger. So all he can do is try to suppress the smirk creeping along his face and tell himself that a spy must always remain composed.

Considering how embarrassed he was when he thought Yor may have seen him skipping at the resort island, he's lucky she wasn't here to see him almost laugh at wet Bond…the embarrassment may have killed him.

This episode continues to show how Twilight is willing to stick his neck out to do what's right even at the risk of revealing himself. He did it not that long ago on a larger scale when he decided to help the SSS diffuse the bomb on the ship, and now he's doing it on a smaller scale with a dramatic fire rescue and apprehending an arsonist.

And once this self-made mission of his is complete, we get the pinnacle of how much Twilight cares for Bond when he tells him that he should think of himself as a family member first and guard dog second, plus how heartbroken "someone" would be if anything happened to him. While he has said compassionate things like this to Yor and Anya before, he seems to have an easier time expressing these feelings to Bond, since Bond is, again, someone with whom he doesn't have to put on acts.

@agentpenguinmann does an excellent job describing in this post how Twilight's compassionate side shines when he's interacting with Bond, or even dogs in general. To quote:

"Speaking of empathy, I think that among many others, one of the best pieces of evidence for it is how [Twilight] treats dogs - creatures over which he has the upper hand. He apologized to one dog three times in the span of a couple of minutes. A dog that was hostile towards him [referring to the German shepherd from the doggy crisis arc].

…in the "saving doggy from the fire" chapter, when the crisis was averted, Twilight got on Bond's eye level to tell him that he's gotta be careful because Anya would be heartbroken if something happened to him. This is something parents do to their kids to help children feel safer, to show them they're giving the kid their full attention. And then he goes right into the 'for the mission' mode at the slightest sign of affection from a dog.

…[Twilight is not] used to receiving any kind of gratitude for his actions. He just kinda doesn't know what to do with it, because literally moments later he gives Bond the Proud Dad look that speaks for itself."

The fact that he took time to say such thoughtful things to a dog, a creature who he probably assumes doesn't understand the meaning of his words, proves how deep his feelings run when someone he cares about puts the well being of others before their own. Even after he says such heartfelt things to Bond, and had patted him on the head several times throughout the day, he gets flustered when Bond affectionately rubs against his leg. He even reverts back to total "for the mission" mode by saying he's only doing this so as not to disrupt the Forger family, which would be bad for his mission. Since he had spent all day alone with Bond, and thus didn't have to put on any acts, he must have finally realized how liberating that felt so he had to correct himself regardless…he really is a work in progress.

But still, the soft smile he gives immediately after, followed by a promise to take Bond to the dog park the next day since he was left out of the vacation…are they the words of a still yet unbroken spy, or a growing dog dad?

When Becky has her play date at the Forger house, Twilight is still unable to fully detach himself from spy mode when forced to interact with a new person, even a child. In his smooth, subtle way, he tries to pry any potential information about the Blackbells from Becky. Interestingly, one of the questions he asks is whether her father plays with her. Compared to the questions he had asked prior about her father's business or whether they go out often, I can't see any benefit, from a spy perspective at least, about asking whether her father plays with her or not. Maybe he absentmindedly asked this because, deep down, he wants to know how other fathers are with their daughters (since he cares about his own aptitude as a father).

When Becky starts "putting the moves" on Twilight, both Twilight and Yor react as one would expect: Twilight is confused, as he typically is when he tries to find logic in the actions of children, while Yor and all her sweet naivety, finds Becky's seemingly innocent affection for Loid endearing. Since she spent a good portion of her life raising Yuri, she doesn't find anything wrong with silly child antics like that, especially since Yuri has always been overwhelmingly affectionate with her, but never in a "wrong" way (at least not from her perspective).

However, when Becky ramps things up, even Twilight begins to feel a bit uncomfortable. He starts thinking that Yor might get the "wrong" idea…perhaps something as dark as manipulating children's hearts for some sinister desire. But, while Yor trusts him more than he knows, she doesn't have nearly as much trust in her own abilities, so her first assumption when Becky mentions being drunk is that she may have done something wrong…like accidentally give a child alcohol!

When Becky finally admits that she was trying to go on a date with Loid, she's shocked that Yor's response is that she's glad so many people love Loid, since he's such a wonderful person. Again, since she's used to Yuri's outpouring admiration for her (with nothing malicious behind it), she doesn't think it's a bad thing for Becky to have similar feelings for Loid. And unlike Fiona, she knows that Loid wouldn't take the silly infatuation of a child seriously, so there's nothing to be jealous about. When Becky asks why Loid chose her, she brings up the time he complimented her on her strength after their date at the bar (since she can't tell Becky the real reason behind their marriage).

This scene implies that even though Loid may not have mentioned this particular part when "they had to have the same conversation again" the next morning, Yor still hadn't completely forgotten about it – his words must have really touched her, since she was not only able to remember them, but it's the first thing that comes to her mind when asked why Loid may have chose her to be his wife (as opposed to something simple, like being good at cleaning, which is what he had said during the Eden interview).

To be continued in Part 26 (whenever season 3 is released!)

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