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realm-sweet-realm · 7 months ago

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One For All, chapter seven

In an AU where the protagonist never fell from the sky, the Survey Corps will have to pull together and make use of every resource at their disposal to face the challenges present in Pokemon: Legends Arceus. There will be surveyshipping.

This is the last chapter before the epilogue. There's gonna be a lot of action in this one.

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Rei hung tight to his alpha yanmega, scouring the fields below for any signs of Volo as he approached Jubilife Village. Once Rei arrived, it was to the sight of a trail of injured Security Corps members and their Pokémon.

“Rei!” Came Beni’s voice. He was dressed in a ninja’s outfit and laid out on the steps of the Galaxy Hall, a Medical Corps officer tending to massive scratch marks on his shoulder. “He... he went in the hall…” Beni said as he lost consciousness. Wasting no time, Rei ran into Galaxy Hall.

Once inside, Rei could hear the ear-piercing scrape of claws against metal. Rei ran to investigate it and found Volo, his arcanine out and clawing at the Galaxy Team's vault door. His merchant outfit was gone, replaced by white and gold robes and sandals.

"What are you doing?" Rei yelled.

"What I must," Volo answered casually. His arcanine breathed fire on the door, causing the metal to glow red from the heat. With another scratch, his arcanine managed to bend the near-molten lock enough to break it off. Volo stepped into the vault, ignoring the money and other valuables and making directly for the plates of life, which he pocketed.

"Volo, we need your help! Come on, Hisui is in danger!"

Volo chuckled sadistically. "It's rather inspiring that you Survey Corps members think you can stand against two Gods, but that's impossible. Even a trainer of my might most likely couldn't, and you are not trainers of my might. With you as our defenders, the world will most likely fall. And that's why I need to do this now! I need to finish what I started when I created the rift in the sky. I will summon Arceus to make my new, kinder world before this one dies!"

“You… you did what?” Rei cried.

Volo didn’t answer. He ran past Rei, his arcanine following.

Rei turned and threw out his decidueye. "After him!" he yelled, taking chase himself.

Volo didn't even look back, but his arcanine did, spitting flames not just at the decidueye, but at Rei as well. Rei ducked behind a desk to shield himself from harm. Moments later, he emerged from hiding to find Volo gone and several small fires in need of putting out. Rei hesitated a moment on which to focus on, then took off out of Galaxy Hall.

Outside, Volo had mounted his togekiss and was taking off into the air, pursued by a few Security Corps members who had happened to have large flying Pokémon on them.

"There's fires in the Galaxy Hall. Make sure they get put out!" Rei called to one of the ground-bound guards before he mounted his own Pokémon and took chase.

Poppy rode through the fields on Weirdeer, throwing stones at Palkia. Another dozen Survey Corps members and their Pokémon were doing similar with thrown weapons and mild attacks, and there were enough of them coming from enough angles that Palkia would rather flee than attempt to pick them off one by one. It was impossible not to draw the connection between their methods and the stories Laventon had told her about how cave people used to keep predatory Pokémon at bay by having a large group throw rocks at them. They couldn't be a threat to these beings, but like one might run from a hoard of insects, so too would these beings avoid annoyance and pain. They just had to keep going- keep up enough nuisance to be worth avoidance but not enough for it to be worth it for Palkia to stay in one place long enough to hurt them. They were so close now.

Finally, the beast stumbled into the Moonview Arena, where Laventon and the Diamond nobles were waiting. Poppy took her place nearby them and stayed alert in case there were further orders. Lord Arcanine growled and got into a fighting stance, but Palina ordered it to heel, to wait for the right moment.

Laventon handed off the origin ball to his porygon-Z, and it levitated high into the sky, positioning the ball at just the right angle to hit Palkia with a stream of intense red light.

Palkia screamed and fell to its knees with an earth-shaking boom. It shot hyperbeams from its mouth, forcing several Survey Corps members to take cover. The Porygon-Z set up a light screen, intensifying the light further and prompting more screams from Palkia. As it got up, panting and growling, its hide began to turn the same golden colour as the nobles had turned when enraged.

"Now," Laventon said. The three wardens let loose their nobles. Arcanine bit at Palkia's heels and shot hot rocks at its face, dodging and weaving as the behemoth tried to kick it away. Kleavor climbed up the writhing creature's leg and began hacking at its back with its axes. Avalugg created ice at Palkia’s feet, sending it slipping to the ground.

Palkia roared. Trees fell from the ground a few yards from the arena. It roared again, and rocks shot up from the earth on the arena's edge. It was distorting space to defend itself. This would most likely be devastating in normal circumstances, but while it was too enraged to use that power with any accuracy, the Godly beast was just as helpless as it was powerful, launching nearly-aimless attacks as the lords weakened it and it became engulfed in more and more intense yellow. The humans on the outskirts of the arena relied on the shields of psychic types or the speed of their various rides to stay safe.

Laventon felt a tug at his coat. Poygon-Z had returned and was offering him the origin ball. "I suppose now would be the time," Laventon said. He mounted his borrowed ursaluna and rode through the icy arena, watching Palkia's mouth should it try distorting space again and its feet lest it try to stomp him. Once he got close enough that it was a sure hit, he threw the ball. It hit. Palkia disappeared into it. The ball shook. It wouldn't stop shaking with Palkia's frenzied anger and torment. But it sparked shut.

"Oh, it's alright," Laventon cooed, scooping up the ball. "Once your sibling is caught and we fix the sky, you'll feel much better, I'm sure of it."

From the distance, a roar sounded.

"At least, I hope."

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There may have only been two nobles at the Moonview Arena, but they fought with spirit. From the back of her staraptor, Cyllene watched as Lord Voltorb and Lady Liligant dashed around the giant's feet, Liligant striking Dialga’s muscled legs with kicks and the electrode sending out electric shocks. All seemed well until the beast once again roared, slowing time to a crawl.

This had not been the first roar. During the first roar, Cyllene had left the manipulation of the origin ball to her alakazam. But as Dialga moved regularly and everyone else was nearly frozen, keeping the red beam of light on it required an incredible amount of focus and coordination. Using small movements in her wrist, she focused the beam of light through the light screen her alakazam had put up and onto Dialga, trying to keep it distracted while the nobles were crippled.

She'd done this four times before.

Each time-freezing roar had been longer than the last.

There was little distraction could do for an attack that required no accuracy, and they couldn't keep this up forever.

Liligant was on the far side of the arena, frozen in mid-air as it tried to run. Dialga galloped towards her, nearing the edge of the light's beam. Cyllene tried to adjust the origin ball, but slowed down as she was, she couldn't keep up with Dialga. Its mighty foot came down upon the Lady of the Ridge, crushing her.

Time returned to normal. Cyllene led her staraptor into a dive towards Lilligant, scooped her up, and then brought her back to Calaba.

"Take her to safety," Cyllene ordered, "and find some backup." One noble could not be expected to handle this.

"I believe we should call Lord Voltorb back," Melli insisted, his voice carrying the implication that this had been a stupid plan all along.

"I agree," Cyllene said, looking out to the arena, where the Lord of the Hollow was rolling with all its might to avoid Dialga's mighty stomps.

Cyllene called the Survey Corps members to the ground and ordered that they bring out every Pokémon they had that could use forcefields of any sort. Together, they erected a dome strong enough to contain the beast, at least for the time being. A few members were sent to different districts to find backup.

Dialga threw itself against the patchwork of shields. It was beginning to get scratched up, but then, so was Dialga. Periodically, Dialga slowed time. Right after one of its roars of time and thus a little while before it could use the move again, Cyllene ran into the dome and threw the origin ball at Dialga, hoping for the best. It bounced right off, doing nothing but bringing its attention to her. She ran between the creature's legs, picked up the origin ball, and made it out the other side of the dome. Once she did, she looked back at the menacing beast as it shoulder-chucked the shield. Dialga needed more damage if they were to catch it and keep everyone safe. Much more damage. And soon. But until backup arrived, there was little they could do but wait.

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Rei could have caught up to Volo, as togekiss wasn't the fastest of rides, but instead he chose to keep pace and keep his stealth. Thankfully, Volo never came to notice him as he took the plates back to the now-abandoned Spear Pillar. Volo landed, took out his garchomp to stand guard, and began taking out the plates, one by one, and arranging them into a horseshoe shape on the temple floor. He glanced back, saw Rei, and, realizing that Rei was too far away to properly hear any taunts, settled for smirking at him and then returning to his work.

Rei remained in the air. There was no way he could beat Volo in battle. Should he try anyhow, and delay the inevitable? Or was there another way that might buy him more time? “I got it,” he whispered to himself as he reached for a pokéball

Volo placed the final plate, smiling as they began to rise and glow. Then, a raichu dashed through his formation, knocking the plates aside and running away with one in its mouth. Volo stood and turned, watching as the electric rat ran the plate back to the pesky trainer who'd followed him there.

"You meddlesome brat! You're making the last mistake of your life!" Volo yelled.

"Not unless you catch me!" Rei said, holding up the insect plate and sounding braver than he felt.

Volo snapped his fingers, and his garchomp sprang into action, jumping surprisingly high and gliding on the aircurrents.

Rei simply guided his yanmega to go higher. Garchomp could glide with grace, but it couldn’t fly. And there was no way that Volo’s togekiss could catch up to him, especially after it had done so much flying already. Rei looked back at Volo, his face enraged and his land shark slowly gliding back to him. Rei stuck his tongue out.

Volo growled. But then he laughed. "You think you have the aerial advantage, don't you? Well, I have a little surprise for you! Don’t you feel the chill building in your veins?"

Volo paused for dramatic effect. Expecting Volo to come after him with ranged attacks, Rei readied a pokéball. Volo grinned menacingly.

"Giratina, strike him down!"

A new void opened in the sky, and out of it came a worm-like monster the size of Dialga or Palkia, with glowing red eyes that shone from its golden crown of a face. The beast roared, and with a single strike of its claw-tipped shadowy tentacle, it sent Rei and his Pokémon flying. He landed on the rough mountain rock on his back, and his yanmega immediately returned to its ball, too hurt to carry on.

If only... I could do the same... Rei thought. Then, he saw the insect plate just a few feet from him. Unsteadily, Rei got to his feet and picked up the plate. He raised it above his head and brought it down on the rocks again and again, hoping to break it. His mad fury continued until suddenly, he couldn't bring the plate down again. He looked up to see that Volo had grabbed onto the plate. With Giratina floating right behind him, there was no Pokémon Rei could bring out to save himself.

"I'll be taking that!" Volo said, snatching the plate away and leaving Rei to fall to his knees.

As Volo began to walk away, a roar sounded in the distance. Giratina perked up its head and turned its attention to the sound. It turned back to Volo and made a strange mrrring noise that seemed to shock Volo to his core.

"Absolutely not! I don't care that Dialga is weakened, you are not leaving now to go to finish it off!"

Giratina moved towards the noise longingly.

"Don't you dare!" Volo yelled, chucking his fragment of red chain at the giant worm. Red electricity crackled from where Giratina was struck. Giratina bellowed in pain as it was thrown back a few meters. Then, it snarled in frustration.

"Hey! Don't hurt it like that!" Rei called out, taking out a few Pokémon in case there was a fight.

Giratina turned its attention to Rei.

Volo wronged me, came a voice from Giratina. Helping you could provide me some revenge. Would you like to give me a command before I bring down my sibling?

It took Rei a moment to recover from shock.

"Uh, yeah. Could you take the plates from him, and also take me the way you're going? My people are there and I could really use some medical attention."

Girtina grunted. Then, it squeezed Rei in one of its shadowy tentacles, gathered up the rest of the plates in his other tentacles.

“What the- get back here!” Volo yelled, scrambling to the plates in a futile attempt to get to them before Giratina. “Drop those at once! We made a pact!” Volo yelled, but Giratina took off nonetheless.

The trip to the arena was a rough ride, with Giratina paying little mind to how its tentacles- and with them, Rei- swung as he flew.

Volo's plan of overthrowing Arceus pleased me, Giratina mused, and Volo was agreeable enough at first. But I did not like how he treated me, or how tightly controlled his view for the new world was. I don’t want to spend eternity with someone who treats me as he did. Perhaps... perhaps any human who wishes to be the next Arceus would be no better than Arceus itself... a depressing thought. It is something I must ponder before the next opportunity like this comes along.

Rei, who'd just finished upchucking his lunch into the open air, raised his head. "Ugh... what was that last part?"

Giratina didn't answer. It simply set Rei down, threw down the plates, and rose back up. Soon, a medic was upon him, and Rei could lay back, accepting that his part in this conflict was finished.

When the dome of forcefields shattered before any backup had arrived, Cyllene thought they were done for. But as the semi-transparent shields faded away, she saw the new creature on the other side of the arena. It was big, and it looked strong. And importantly, it seemed to take issue with Dialga, hitting it head-on with its crowned head as the two locked limbs, each trying to overcome the other's strength.

"What is that thing?" Adaman asked Cyllene.

"I don't know," she answered. "But it's our salvation."

Cyllene took out her staraptor and once again took into the skies, beaming down the targeted red light onto Dialga in order to help their mysterious interloper. When the light hit Dialga, it once again roared in pain. While Dialga was distracted, the strange monster pushed it back several feet and then knocked it to the ground on its side. It then wrapped Dialga in its shadowy tentacles, and by the sounds that Dialga made after that, those shadows caused pain that made the red light feel like a kiss goodnight in comparison. Dialga roared and slowed time once again, but that seemed to do nothing to alleviate its pain. Its cries became weaker. When time returned to normal, Cyllene threw the origin ball. It hit, Dialga disappeared into it, and the ball clicked shut with a spark.

As soon as Dialga was caught, the sky began to turn blue again. Cyllene didn't pretend to understand why- it would be a good subject for further study once they returned to Jubilife- but as sunlight beamed down once again, it seemed as though balance had been restored to the world. Cyllene landed her staraptor and joined the others and their Pokémon as they gazed up into the sky, feeling utter relief.

Giratina chuffed in a way that sounded almost like a satisfied laugh, then collapsed in the arena, curled up, and closed its eyes to rest. It had been beaten up quite badly in the fight, and on its side was a burning red scar in the shape of red chain links.

"Unbelievable!" came a sharp yell from the bushes. Everyone turned their heads towards the tired and furious Volo who was emerging from the bushes. "Ruining my plans to go satisfy some stupid rivalry? Pathetic!"

Rei came up behind Cyllene. his arm was in a cast and he'd had some serious cuts bandaged, but otherwise, he seemed fine. "Uh, ma'am? Volo kind of admitted to causing the rift in the sky. We should probably turn him in to the Security Corps."

"Alright," Cyllene said, taking out a pokéball. Survey Corps members rallied behind her.

"Ha! You're laughable. None of you have a quarter of my strength in battle. None of you could have subdued the Gods on your own. Try me!"

It was then that Laventon, Irida, and the Pearl Clan wardens appeared behind her, the pearl nobles and several members of the Survey Corps behind them. From behind Volo, several members of the Security Corps appeared, led by Kamado. It was a bit late, but the backup had arrived.

"We would have done just fine," Cyllene stated. “And I believe we can take you, as well.”

Volo glanced around the arena, trying to find a place to escape and finding that he was surrounded. Even a trainer as formidable as he was stood no chance against so many. He attempted to make a run for an opening, only to be caught by the arms by two Security Corps members.

“Hey! Let me go or you’ll regret it!” Volo yelled. But as a third Security Corps member confiscated his pokéballs, his threats were replaced with impotent and easily ignored-grumbling.

"Good, a mystery solved," Kamado stated. "Take him to the Jubilife prison until he can be put to trial."

Kamado stepped before the crowd of people. "We have faced a calamity unlike any we have known—but we were able to overcome it by working as one! This calls for a celebration—a festival for us all! Gather your clans! This will be the greatest celebration Hisui has ever seen!"

The crowd cheered, and soon clan members and Jubilife residents alike were discussing plans for the party.

"Awesome!" Rei exclaimed. "Just one thing I have to do first."

Giratina's eyes opened weakly as Rei ran up to it and his origin ball hit it in the forehead. The ball shook weakly, but ultimately clicked shut.

"We'll... uh, we'll talk about what to do with this guy later," Rei suggested.

With that, everyone started for Jubilife.

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #rei #volo #captain cyllene #professor laventon #giratina #dialga #palkia #my fanfiction

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pan-fangirl-345 · 4 years ago

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Scars and Marks

Summary: You know who your soulmate is. Only problem. He has a girlfriend with the same mark as you. The school festival is going to change all that. Not that you know that just yet.

A/N: I have no idea where I was going with this. Let me know if you want a part two to this. I might write it anyway. How do I title?

TW: Reader is slapped. Narcissistic behavior. Bakugou is a little OOC. Thought of cutting a mark off skin. Implied mental health issues. If I missed something, please let me know.

Here’s a link to the song I used for this. I don’t own the song, the lyrics, or anything about it.

You stared at the mark on your back in the mirror, frowning at it.

The Soul Mark had been black when it had first appeared when you were ten, but now it was almost gray. It was fading, and fast, but that was okay, it meant Bakugou was happier with her.

“Hey! (Y/F/N), we’re gonna play a game of Never Have I Ever, wanna join us?” Denki asked when you walked into the common room, practically vibrating next to Hitoshi.

“Um, sure, why not?” you murmured, sitting next to Eijirou, leaning on him a little.

“Hey! Bakubro! Do you wanna play Never Have I Ever with us?” Eijirou asked, making you jump a little bit. He was so loud!

“Why would I wanna do that?”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?” you teased, making him run red.

“I won’t lose!” he shouted, storming over to the circle, plopping down on your other side.

You continued to lean on Eiji, letting the warmth he radiated keep you from sharing too much.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Mina asked, devilish grin.

“Guess I will,” you offered. “Never have I ever punched someone in a a public setting.”

Denki, Hitoshi, Eiji, Bakugou, and the other boys all took a shot of sparkling cider, the closest thing they could get to alcohol as second years.

“We’re going clockwise right?” Mina asked.

“That makes the most sense,” Hitoshi muttered.

“I guess Bakugou is next,” Eiji said.

“Never have I ever accidentally used glitter instead of laundry detergent,” he said, glaring at Denki.

“I was high!” he defended, making everyone laugh.

Hitoshi gave his soulmate a small grin, something soft that reminded you of what you didn’t have.

You winced, looking away, burying yourself in Eiji’s side, letting him shield you.

“Never have I ever wanted to drink bleach out of a wine glass,” Uraraka said, glaring at you.

“If this were alcohol, I would think that you would be trying to get me drunk,” you told her, taking a shot.

People gave you some worried looks and you rolled your eyes. “I also wanted to pitch myself in front of a car. Seventh and eighth grade sucked for me. Izuku took a shot too you know!”

“Yeah, but that’s cause Bakugou was an ass when he was younger,” Denki said.

“You say that like he isn’t one now,” you said, wrinkling your nose teasingly.

“What did you say?” Bakugou snarled, turning to you.

“Is she wrong though?” Hitoshi asked, shooting you a look.

“No,” he grumbled, making you chuckle.

“I always knew you liked me Bakugou,” you teased, making him huff.

And so the game went, and it only had to pause once so you could throw Mineta out the window with Hanta’s tape, since he had somehow managed to sneak onto campus.

“I can see why you guys replaced him with me,” Hitoshi muttered when you sat down next to Eiji again.

“Never have I ever gotten rejected by my soulmate,” Kyouka said and you winced, taking a shot. “Oh, (Y/F/N), I’m so sorry! I forgot-”

“Kyouka, it’s fine,” you assured her trying to ignore the stares that you were getting from everyone else.

“Who the fuck would reject you?” Bakugou snapped, breaking the tense silence that had enveloped the group.

You, you thought miserably.

You and Bakugou weren’t friends, but you were friends with the other Bakusquad members. He tolerated you, but you had never spent any one-on-one time with your soulmate in the two years you had been going to school with him.

“(Y/F/N), why didn’t you tell us?” Denki asked, looking hurt.

“For one thing, I wasn’t technically rejected,” you admitted, toying with your hair, leaning further into Eiji. “I have my mark and everything still, even though it’s wicked faded, since they don’t really know what I am to them. It’s a really long story. Point is, I never told them, and they’re happier without me. I’m not what they want, and that’s okay, I like what we have now.”

“They don’t know? Then how do you know they’re happier without you?” Denki asked.

“Because they’re with someone else.”

Everyone fell silent, even the other people in the common room.

“How are you okay with that?” Izuku asked quietly, clutching Shouto’s hand tightly.

“I knew from the moment I met them that I wasn’t going to be it for them, you know? They were confident, and proud, and I just . . . wasn’t.” You glared down at your hands like they held the answers to your issues.

“At first I thought we had one of those unbalanced bonds, but then we went in for the provisional licensing exams and they met someone with the same mark. I saw them together and then I realized something. We didn’t have an unbalanced bond. We didn’t have a bond at all!”

You smiled softly.

“It made me happy, actually, not having to worry about it anymore. I mean, sure, I cried my eyes out for three days afterwards, but that kinda just faded away. They were happy, and I finally knew that I was romantically unlovable. I mean, I had always assumed, but it was good to know for sure, you know? I didn’t have to worry about whether it would be a problem or not.

“I saw her mark you know, when they showed her off for the first time,” you murmured. “It was the same as mine, and yet the way he looked at her, like she was the best thing to ever happen to him . . . I knew I had made the right decision to never tell him. I knew the moment I met her that I was never going to be that girl that tried to steal him.

“I wasn’t going to make him miserable by telling him, making him overthink the ‘what ifs?’. I wasn’t going to make him decide between the two of us. One, I knew who he would pick. And two, I knew that even if he didn’t pick me, he would think about what it would’ve been like.

“Besides, I love him, I wasn’t going to make his dream harder by being a part of his life.” You shrugged, then realized how much you had just talked.

Mina, Uraraka, Izuku, Kyouka, and Eiji were crying, Shouto was giving you an undetermined look, and for once, Bakugou was silent.

You also realized how much you had given away with your story.

“Guys, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad!” you said, waving your hands. “Why are you guys crying?”

Izuku launched himself at you, wrapping you in a hug. “Yo-You aren’t unlovable (Y/F/N)! Wh-Why would yo-you ever think-think that?” he sobbed.

“I mean, am I wrong? Have you guys seen me? I’m not exactly soulmate material.”

“Shut up!” Bakugou shouted, standing suddenly.

You looked up at him, curling around Izuku on instinct. You knew they didn’t have the best history, and while you trusted Bakugou not to hurt him under normal circumstances, he seemed pretty pissed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, pulling you up by the back of your shirt, making Izuku drop to the ground.

“Bakugou, calm down,” Eiji tried, also standing.

“I don’t get what you’re asking me,” you admitted as he set you down on your feet, smoothing out your shirt.

“Why the fuck are you so hard on yourself you idiot?”

“Because everyone else is too nice to tell me what I’m doing wrong. I have to be hard on myself because if I’m not, then no one will be.”

You stared into his crimson eyes, as they stared back into your own (Y/E/C) eyes. It was a battle of wills.

“I’m fine with who I am, I know who I am, not many people can say that. I know that my soulmate is happy, and I know that no matter what happens, I’m not ending his life.”

Then a question popped into your head.

“Why the fuck do you even care, Bakugou? We’re not even friends.”

“(Y/F/N), who told you that you and Bakugou weren’t friends?” Denki asked, standing up.

“I mean, I thought it was obvious,” you admitted, not breaking eye contact. He had beautiful eyes, they were the first thing you had noticed about him other than his shitty attitude.

He continued to stare you down, almost like he was searching your eyes for something.

“I can feel the sexual tension,” Shouto muttered, and Bakugou flushed.

“What the fuck did you just say you bastard? I have a fucking girlfriend,” Bakugou snarled, breaking the eye contact to turn to Shouto, who looked as stoic as ever.

You rolled your eyes, that small pang of pain deep in your stomach throbbing as you turned away from him.

Soon that would fade too, you told yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The festival was coming up again, and you were really looking forward to it. Mina was teaching you how to dance, Kyouka was coming up with new lyrics, and taking song suggestions.

On cleaning day you agreed to do a lot of the work so the others could do their thing.

“Try to tear us apart, but know that we’ll wear our scars,” you sang, throwing the trash outside. “Excuses, excuses that’s all that I hear, all that I see when I look in the mirror, I can’t escape all these thoughts in my head, they’re waiting to haunt me night after night, I feel it in my bones, and everything I know, it’s underneath my skin and it won’t let go-”

You stopped when you saw most of the class standing by the door, staring at you.

“H-How long have you guys been standing there?” you asked, cheeks heating as they stared at you.

“Hey, (Y/F/N), can I ask you something?” Kyouka asked.

“Shoot,” you muttered.

“Do you wanna be lead vocals?” Kyouka inquired.

“I don’t wanna take your spot though!” you told her, waving your hands.

“What’s that song, (Y/F/N)?” she replied.

“Um, Scars, by I Prevail. Why?”

“I love that song!” she cried, taking your hands in yours. “Will you do it? Please?”

“I mean, do you really want me to?” you inquired, watching her face.

“Yes!” the entire class shouted, making you jump back.

“I-I guess it wouldn’t be too much,” you agreed, fidgeting with your fingers. Singing wasn’t something you normally did in front of other people. It was the one small escape that you had been able to hold onto after you all had to move into the dorms.

Not many people even knew you could sing, you did it alone in your room.

“How well do you know that song?” Kyouka asked you as you walked back into the school dorms.

“Like the back of my hand,” you admitted. “I’ve been listening to it since I was twelve.”

“So if we randomly played the song you would be able to sing to it? Even the vocal changes?”

“Without a doubt, I was going to enter a talent show, but I chickened out because I sounded terrible. I’m surprised you guys liked it.”

“I don’t like to agree with Bakugou on much, but I agree with him on the fact that you’re too hard on yourself,” Shouto said, looking at you.

“Yeah (Y/F/N), you sounded amazing! How did you keep that from us?” Izuku asked, making you smile.

“I mean, I never thought I was good, but I hum sometimes,” you said, heading to the kitchen to finish up the dishes.

“Well, feel free to sing around the dorms, you sound really good!” Denki shouted.

“Thanks Denks,” you replied.

And so it went, you sang Scars around the dorms until everyone knew the lyrics, which was good for the backup singers.

You even caught Bakugou humming it to himself on the way to class one day. Though he was one of the back up singers since he could manipulate his voice the right way, so it was expected.

You had known Bakugou was your soulmate during the U.A entrance exams, he’d had his tattoo uncovered for the world to see, and you had known who he was immediately upon seeing it.

But while you had been working up the courage to tell him, you had seen what he was like.

He was everything you weren’t, and you had made your decision then and there that you weren’t going to tell him what you were.

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“Momo, I have a small request,” you admitted to her. “The straps on this are a little tight, and I think it would look better without them.”

“Oh, you’re right! I’ll have that fixed in a jiffy!” she assured you, taking the dress you were going to wear for the performance.

You didn’t tend to like strapless dresses, you thought that they were a little sketchy, but you wanted to look good, and the straps cut into your skin something fierce.

Momo had it finished the day of the performance, and you barely had time to make sure it fit before it was your turn to perform.

When the lights came on they blinded you, but then the music started and you smiled, stepping out onto stage.

Your voice started out softly as you say the first line, “Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars.”

You let the music flow through your body, letting the beat vibrate through your blood as the routine made your body move on instinct.

Bakugou moved with you, and you two fell into a similar routine as you moved around the stage, dodging the people on instruments, just like the practice runs.

“Excuses, excuses are all that I hear All I can see when I look in the mirror I can't escape all these thoughts in my mind They're waiting to haunt me night after night I feel it in my bones, and everything I know It's underneath my skin, and it won't let go They know me all too well, but only time will tell If this is who I am, do I know myself?”

For the first time since the entrance exams, you forgot that Bakugou wasn’t yours. You forgot that were doomed to be alone for the rest of your life.

“Don't forget your life's your own, don't ever let it go.”

You thought of the people in your class that were making their life theirs. Of Shouto, who had never really known his family. Of Izuku, who was doing this because of him mom. Of Uraraka, who was trying to repay her parents. You let the emotions guide your voice through the lyrics.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You thought of all the scars you had seen. Izuku’s from saving people and proving himself. Of Shouto, who would never forget how or why he had his. Of the new scars on you from training and pushing yourself. Of the mental scars that Bakugou would carry.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars, wear our scars.”

You thought of how people were slowly accepting their scars. How Izuku looked at his and saw the saved lives, the leaps and bounds of progress he had made. Of Shouto, who was proving that he wasn’t his father. Of Bakugou, who was learning that he couldn’t keep being an ass. And what did you think when you looked at your scars?

“Denial, denial is all that I've known Holding me hostage, I'm never alone Fighting for air, I'll fight to survive My soul's not for sale, I won't pay the price I feel it in my bones, and everything I know It's underneath my skin, but I won't let go.”

You had seen a lot of heroes that forgot what it was to be a hero. You had promised yourself that you weren’t going to be one of them. You had promised everyone you had saved that you were going to be a hero they could be proud of.

“Don't forget your life's your own, don't ever let it go.”

You were going to cling to your life, even if your soulmate was in love with someone else. You may not have had a soulmate that wanted you back, but maybe you could be friends. You could be okay with that.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You knew who you were. You knew what you were going to be. Now the only thing you had to do was prove that you were serious about it.

Scars weren’t something to be ashamed of. Stretch marks showed growth, they told the story from childhood to adulthood, of changes made. Pregnancy stretch marks showed growth of a child, the purest thing in the world, untainted by society. Scars showed where you had been, they told your story.

“You can cut us up, but we will survive You had your chance, now it's our time to stand up and rise We will survive Right now, the tables turn We're gonna scream it out loud and let our voices be heard.”

You were part of a new generation of heroes, heroes who knew what it meant to be a hero. They knew how to learn from the mistakes of others. They knew what they were risking. They what they wanted to do.

“In the heat of the moment when fear has you frozen You're crashing and burning when life's at its coldest Don't fall too far from who you are They can cut us, but we'll wear our scars.”

You and Bakugou were synced as the song started to end, only a few verses left. Your time with him was ending, and you let your voice be dictated by the emotions singing through your very being.

His eyes met yours as the final verse started, and you saw yourself reflected in his eyes, a version of yourself that you had only dreamed of. You saw the sweat formed from moving around each other so much. You saw the glow from the lights, the makeup, the joy of being on stage, of doing something you loved. You wonder if he had always looked at you like that, or if you’re emotions were just high because of what you were doing.

“I feel it in my bones, and everything I know I feel it in my bones, I feel it, I feel it I feel it in my heart when it all turns to dark Try to tear us apart, but know that we'll wear our scars.”

There was a moment of silence as the echo died, when the last note faded, where it was just you and the others, the joy of accomplishment before the crowd erupted into a shout of happiness.

“Thank you all for coming!” you shouted into the mic, over the noise of the crowd, stepping away from Bakugou and the others, bowing.

Someone tossed a rose up to you and you smiled, taking it before backing up to the others, helping them clear the stage so the next act could take over.

“So, (Y/F/N), when were you going to tell us that Bakugou was your soulmate?” Eiji asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“That black mark on your back is a Soul Mark, and it’s the same as Kacchan’s,” Izuku said.

“What? It’s black? You’re sure?” you asked, running to the nearest mirror.

“Of course it’s black,” Denki said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because the last time I looked at it two weeks ago, it looked like this,” you replied, pulling up a photo of it on your phone. “It shouldn’t look like this.”

The pale gray made everyone wince and flinch towards their respective soulmates.

“It shouldn’t look like this,” you repeated, trying to get a good look at it.

“You didn’t tell me.”

You flinched as you caught a glimpse of Bakugou in the mirror.

“I already told my story,” you told him, turning away from the mirror to look at him.

There was some emotion on his face that you had never seen before.

“Katsuki!” his girlfriend cried, throwing herself into his arms.

You backed away, hoping to be able to get away from the awkward situation, but then he spoke up.

“You didn’t tell me our Soul Marks matched!” he yelled, practically tossing his girlfriend to the side.

“What?” she snapped, looking bewildered.

“It’s nothing,” you assured her, holding your hands up.

“It sounds like you’re trying to steal my soulmate,” she snarled.

“I’m not. If I was I would’ve told him the moment I found out we were soulmates. He’s happy with you,” you told her with a shrug, turning away.

“You aren’t going anywhere until you talk to me,” Bakugou shouted, running to latch onto your wrist.

“Bakugou, let me go. I’m not going to be a homewrecker. I’m not making you miserable.”

“I’m already miserable,” he snapped, then glanced back at his girlfriend.

“Oh shit,” someone muttered.

“You know what?” you snapped. “Fine, fine, if you wanna have this conversation now, whatever. But I’m moving this somewhere private.”

You ripped your wrist out of his grip, storming back to the dorms.

“Will someone explain why this nobody is trying to steal my man?” his girlfriend asked, her eyes blazing.

“I’m not trying to steal your man,” you told her. “He just saw the mark and freaked out about it.”

“I ‘freaked out about it’ because you’re my soulmate and you never told me!” he shouted.

“But Katsuki, I’m the one with the mark,” his girlfriend protested, positioning herself between him and you. “Are you sure hers isn’t a fake? She might be trying to trick you.”

“It’s the real thing, this is what it looked like a few weeks ago,” you said, showing her the photo.

“Pity then.”

“Do you want to touch it? Call in a fucking expert?” you snapped, loosing your patience with her.

“Shut up,” Bakugou snarled to her, then turned to you. “Explain this to me, (Y/F/N), because I can’t figure it out.”

As you re-explained everything, his girlfriend scoffed, rolling her eyes.

She clearly didn’t buy it.

“Likely sob story,” she said, baring her teeth at you. “I’m the only one that’s worthy of Katsuki. And he’s the only one worthy of me. You’re nobody.”

“I know that I’m nobody,” you snapped at her, wincing at your own tone of voice. “That’s why I never planned on telling him!”

“Never?” Bakugou asked, voice quieter than you had ever heard it.

“Never,” you repeated.

The joy from earlier was gone, replaced only by stress, a bone deep tired, and the deep ache in your stomach as you stood there.

“I deserve to have the future number one hero!” his girlfriend yelled, some inner leash she had kept on herself snapping. “I deserve to have him all to myself! The whole reason I stole your mark in the first place was to have the best! If he questions everything this easily then I deserve better!”

You flinched as she took those few steps to slap you, your head rearing back in shock.

“What do you mean you stole my mark?” you asked, hand cupping your cheek.

“I was behind you at the entrance exams,” she snarled, a wild gleam in her eyes. “I could see the mark peeking out of your costume and figured out who Katsuki was to you. So I stole your mark.”

“How? Soul Marks are one of a kind, unique to your soulmate,” you reminded her.

“It’s my quirk,” she snapped, like it should’ve been obvious.

“Her quirk is a lot like Toga’s,” Bakugou explained, moving to step between the two of you. “She can copy an appearance if she touches the original person.”

You stared at the girl in front of you. She had seemed so sincere when you had first met her, so . . . perfect.

“I think it’s time you left,” Hitoshi said, appearing behind her.

“What did you say to me?” she asked.

“I think it’s time you left.”

“Villain,” she hissed.

“Hey, you can’t talk to him like that. He’s more of a hero than you’ll ever be,” you shouted, getting in her face, your cheek still stinging from where she had hit you.

“What did you call me?” Hitoshi asked.

“A vil-”

Her voice died as she was brought under his control.

“Go to Aizawa, explain in detail what you did to both Bakugou and (Y/F/N), and tell the truth. Don’t touch either of them ever again,” he ordered, sending her away.

“Are you guys okay?” Denki asked, running over with the others.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I’m so sorry.”

Before anyone could get to you, you were inside the building, running for your room.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be something everyone enjoyed together.

You ignored the calls of your name, ignored the footsteps of the person following you.

You slammed your door, unzipping the dress, throwing as far away from yourself as you could, throwing on a the biggest shirt you had, then the biggest hoodie. You felt the need to cover everything.

For the first time in your life, you wanted to skin the mark off your shoulder blade. You wanted to take a knife and rip the mark off.

“(Y/F/N), can we come in?” Izuku asked, tapping on your door lightly.

“No,” you called, curling up on your bed, tears streaming down your face.

“(Y/F/N), are you okay?” Shouto inquired.

“No.”

You headed for the only mirror in your room, washing the makeup off.

“Go away guys!” you yelled when someone else knocked on your door. “I’m not okay and I just need to be alone.”

“I need to talk to you,” Bakugou said, barely loud enough for you to hear him.

“Why? I’m sorry I pretty much ruined your relationship, but you were the one that wanted to talk to me about it!”

“Please, just let me in,” he begged.

You sighed, not bothering to stop the tears as you opened your door.

“I’m sorry she hit you,” he murmured, touching your face lightly. “I didn’t know she was like that.”

“It’s not your fault. I should’ve made sure the mark was actually gone before I made changes to the dress.”

“You were really never going to tell me?”

He was different. He had changed since your first year, but this was different than even second year Bakugou.

He seemed hurt by the fact that you weren’t going to tell him. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Look, we’re soulmates? So what? You can walk away right now Bakugou and I won’t say anything. I . . . I don’t want to make you miserable. I just . . . if you’re happy, that’s good enough for me.”

“What if you make me happy?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t make-”

“You do make me happy,” he interrupted. “Do you think that . . . do you think it’s possible for me to make you happy?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I spent so long avoiding you that I just assumed I would make you feel frustrated.”

“Frustrated?”

“Does crestfallen work better? Depressed? Malcontent perhaps.”

“I never felt anything with her,” he blurted. “I thought that might change with time but . . . she never made me laugh. My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home. I think my mom would like you.”

This was dangerous ground.

No. This was honesty.

“Your mom is important to you, isn’t she?” you asked, sitting on your bed, scooting back until your back hit the headboard. You gestured for him to sit with you, and he sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall.

He nodded, glancing at you.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

“Alright, how about this?” you started. “Next time we get a chance, you take me to meet your parents and if they like me we give this a shot. If not, we walk away, no hard feelings.”

He nodded again, watching you.

“Alright.”

“So you were really never gonna tell me.”

“Bakugou!”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader soulmates #katsuki x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #angst #misunderstandings #bnha x reader #my hero academia

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years ago

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What You Want

Marvel & Supernatral Bing, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Love Triangle and quote

Stucky(established)x reader

Warnings?: Slight reckless endangerment,poly hate(fuck you Karen),mutual love,ect.

Note: f/d=Favorite drink

Steve and Bucky have been a item since kindergarten and nothing has changed. Sure their older and they no longer needed yo hide it,but the love hasn’t faded a bit. The only time they questioned their relationship was when a shield against walked into the base and saved them all on her own. Y/n is a last call agent and that means when shit really hits the fan and not even the best can handle it she swoops in to finish the job. Seeing agent L/n is a rarity and they’ll never admit it,but they’ve been taking riskier missions to see her. “Mr.Rogers and Mr. Barnes you’re needed in the meeting room. Immediately.” The Irish voice brought them out of their slumber. Steve was the first to get dressed and in the briefing room and froze up getting pushed forward by Bucky.

There she stood next to Fury in all of her glory. The blonde’s throat went dry as she made eye contact with him as he looked down at her lips and saw they were moving,but the captain’s mind was to preoccupied with how her uniform was instead replaced with causal clothes that fit oh so well. It was Nick’s voice that snapped him out of it. “Roger…Barnes take a seat.” He said nodding towards the table. Both of them sat next to each other in the closest chairs.

“We need to speak to you about resent missions. It’s clear to me that not only has success levels dropped,but that your team is unable to work flawlessly.” The dark skinned man said. Steve was about to defend himself and the others,but was cut of by Y/n as she stepped forward to speak. “That’s why I Captain Roger’s is joining the team as your superior. ” Her voice caused the duo to freeze. Bucky was the first to get up. “Welcome to the team,doll.” He said kissing her hand with a smirk. This was the start of something great.

TWO Months later~

It’s been two months since Y/n joined the team and to say it was crazy was a understatement on its own. Her mind was often clouded by thoughts of the two super soldiers,but doubt and denial soon chase them off. The 40’s men are together and are open about their relationship she didn’t stand a chance. Y/n was so confused with her friendship with them both. Bucky was a flirt and always would throw a pickup line followed by a sweet pet name. Steve was the complete opposite he was shy blushing whenever they were in a room together,but he showed that school boy crush vibe by the drawing her and rambling when he’s caught.

Y/n couldn’t be falling for both of them she’s work so hard to get where she was today and that alone got her more hate then love. So admitting her love to them was definitely not an option. What if they regretted her? Their work and personal relationships will be destroyed. What if the media found out? Reporters almost disbanded the Avengers on multiple occasions and almost had the two soldiers benched with the anti-lgbtq+ community which was a hefty amount.

She hated to do it,but she tapped into her training and shut of her emotions and boy did they notice that. Bucky walked up to her as she was hitting the punching bag. “Woah,doll. Punch that bag any harder I would think you’re trying to hit on me.” He said with a smirk within seconds it went away when he didn’t hear a snarky come back or even a giggle. The brunette looked closer and saw she wasn’t wearing ear buds of any kind. ‘Is she just ignoring me?’ He thought to himself. It stared that way for a week before he went to talk to Steve.

Steve wasn’t having much luck either. Whenever he tried to talk her he was shot down and every picture her drew for Y/n ended up back in his room within hours of dropping it off. She was cutting them out of her life faster then they could react. Now they only saw her in mission briefing not even the missions themselves anymore. The other members didn’t notice a change in her behavior towards them,but they did see the emotional shut down towards the 40’s men. “What did you two do?” The flaming redhead asked them alone.

“We didn’t do anything! She just started to ignore us and acts as if she doesn’t even know us.” Bucky defended himself and his husband just as lost as everyone else. “Can you talk to her Nat? You guys are best friends she’ll open up to you.” Steve suggested causing the women to sigh and nod. “Whatever we talk about it will stay between us. She’ll tell you when she feels like it.” She stated and held up her hand when they tried to deny. Natasha turned around and walked off to the agents floor to talk.

The ex assassin knocked on the door not even waiting for a response before going in. There sat Y/n drying off her hair with a towel. “Oh hey,Nat. Did you need something?” She asked the women looking at her through the mirror. “Just some questions.” She said with a serious undertone causing the h/c women to turn around. “About?” L/n was no dummy she knew a interrogation when she saw one. “Buck and Steve.” Y/n tried her best not to sigh as she nodded. “What about them?” She played dumb avoiding the question as much as possible. “About how one minute your all heart eyes for them then it like you don’t know them!” Natasha snapped causing her friend to run her face. Her feels for them were so obvious Nat saw it a mile away.

“That’s the problem Nat. I shouldn’t be giving both parties of the happily married couple heart eyes! It’s not right their my best friends I shouldn’t feel this way.” Her throat felt dry with her confession. “And who told you that load of crap?” The Russian rolled off her tongue with a venomous hissed. “At the party two weeks ago. This group of women I guess saw the way Bucky flirted with me and how Steve blushed when I complained him. When I went to the bar they came up to me asking all these questions and saying all these horrible things about them…”

This party started of not so crazy,but leave it to Tony Stark to get the music bumping to max level and people to get drunk of their asses to match that energy. I was wearing a dress,but I wasn’t in just casual clothes either. Bucky stood to my left his voice was coming out clear enough for me to hear. “If the music didn’t beat me to it I would have knocked you off your feet!” He flirted causing me to covet my mouth so I didn’t spit the [f/d] on the floor. “Buck stop your gonna make me choke.” I coughed a bit heat immediately rushed to my cheeks at the wiggle of his eyebrows. “Get you mind out of the gutter,James!” I said as I smoked his shacking shoulders.

Steve bushed up against my side as he slid back into his place to my right. “Sorry n/n that I had to leave you to soon. Sam wanted a rematch at pool.” He said with a sheepish smile. “Did you beat his ass again?” I asked with a grin. He rubbed the back of his neck looking down. “Well…he’s not the one fifty dollars richer.” This caused me to laugh and give him a peck on the cheek a light lipstick mark left in its place followed by red blush. “I’ll never doubt you again Mr.America.” The smile on my face not faltering as a tap on on my shoulder made me turn around. “Wheres my cheek kiss,doll?” Bucky faked a pout. “None for you,hun, just for Stevie.” With that the pout intensified with a small giggle I bring my drink to my lips only to be met by nothing. “I’m out you boy’s want anything?” They both shook their heads their glasses still decently filled with asgardian ale.

The bar was open not many people their since most of them were trying to get in Tony’s good graces or his pants one of the two. Leaning on the bar next to a small group of middle aged women no older then forty conversed loudly next to me. “God did you see the arms on Thor?! If I wasn’t a married woman.” The youngest in the little click said in a lustful daze. “Those super soldiers though are something else.” I wasn’t able to tell who said that,but all of their eyes turned to the duo. “You know their married to each other right?” I’m not a nosy person,but dammit I had listen in. “I think it’s just a front. Why would the symbol for America a fag?! Their just probably covering up the fake that their sharing that slut that’s been seen on the team. What was get name?” The clear leader said and it pissed me the fuck off.

Harshly tapping on her shoulder she turned around and her eyes widened to match the size of dinner plates. “Hi,the names Y/n L/n or as you said ‘slut’ also known as…” I said with a smile that made the women shiver,but she cut me off. “T-that’s not w–what I meant!!!” She shuddered,but I held up my hand. “I wasn’t finished introducing myself. As I was say known as the most deadly assassin with the largest kill count in the world. So unless you want to live your pathetic life to it’s natural end I suggest you and your posy take a hike.” With a slight lift of my blouse I reveal a handgun along with so knifes. “Off you go.”

Without hesitation they all ran of not even caring that some of them were tripping up on their cheap heels. “What was that about?” Looking at the redhead behind the bar I give a convincing smile. “They had to leave. Lives they wanted to live.” With that I left without a drink and to my floor. It didn’t bother me in the moment,but her words sunk in. Did the public really see me like that? It was already hard when the great Captain America came out as bisexual to the world that had a closed mind. The thoughts made me think if I remove myself the picture all together and slow I did. First we didn’t hang out as much,then I started making myself more busy with solo missions, then last week it was just getting to hard so I tapped into emotional disconnection training.

“And it was working I think it’s best they’re a item and I’m that third wheel. It’s just better for me to leave them be.” Y/n finished speaking with her hands rubbing the tears that ran down her cheek. Somehow they were on the bed now and Nat was rubbing her back in soft circles. “Oh, n/n. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” She said in all honesty. Natasha saw the way the boys were acting the first time they say her best friend after they were striped of their weapons and restrained in a hydra base they say her in a different light then she saw herself.

The redhead assassin stood up and kneeled in front of her. “Talk to them. The three of you are adults sure their a little stuck in the 40’s,but their moving along with the times. You think Steve knew what bisexuality was he was conflicted so just explain to them about how you feel.” Nat said holding her friends face in her hands rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs. “You got this. Don’t let those judgmental assholes,but you down.” With that she stood up and left. It was time for action and possible rejection…how fun!

The super soldiers stayed on their shared floor for hours stressed. What the hell did they do to drive her away?! Were they coming on to strong?Not strong enough and their stuck in the friend zone. Oh God. Steve sat on the couch while Bucky paced in front of him they were about to break the silence that fell before them,but was immediately cut off by the ding of the elevator. Y/n walked out once the metal doors opened and was greeted by the sight of them before her. She cleaned herself up after her talk with Nat not wanting her appearance to give away anything was wrong. “Hello,boys. I normally would want to be woken up from a nightmare,but it seems I walked in on a daydream.” She said with a smile as she sauntered over trying to seem more confident then she felt.

Y/n didn’t even get a response as she was pulled into a giant hug from them. “Doll we’ve missed you so much!” Buck was the first to pull away. “Hey!!! Cheesy pickup lines are my thing.” He said with a smirk. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun,handsome.” Everything felt so much better talking to them the mindless flirting it was just so right. “W-what happened?” Steve was the one to ask the question I was honestly dreading. “That party just someone said something that got me thinking. How can a girl like me ever get not one,but two guys like you to love me?” Y/n looked down at the floor. “I mean…first I appear out of nowhere, take Steve’s role as captain,and get cozy with two super soldiers the married couple. No wander the public seems me in such a light.” A hand gasped her cheek lifting her face up to look into beautiful blue eyes.

Steve looked into her gorgeous e/c eyes with hope. “You love us, n/n?” He asked wanting to make sure he heard right. She gave a wet chuckling as rears slipped past her eyes. “I just gave you reasons to hate me and that’s all you get out of it?!” Y/n sniffles as she brings hers to wipe her eyes. “Cause that’s all that mattered. Why should you give a shit what they think when we can tell you now that we both feel the same way about you.?” This caused the agent to freeze up. “Y-you both l-love me?!?” She didn’t know if it was a question to them or herself. “Of course we do,doll. You’re strong enough to give us a run for our money,more intelligent then the two brainiacs in the lab,so much sass it renders Stark speechless, everything about you is perfect to us. You are literally everything we ever wanted since we were kids.”

Y/n was now chocked up by happy tears as she looked into the two sets of blue eyes that held nothing,but love. “What do you want?” A smile graced her lips as she brought both of them into a kiss each equal as passion. “All I want is to be yours. Both of yours is what I want.”

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Another in the bag lets go!!! 2 more coming out this month hopefully.

Tagged : @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo

Quote: “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

-10 Things I Hate about You

#Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #Marvel & Supernatural Bingo #spnquotebingo #marvel #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #steve x bucky #steve rogers x y/n x bucky barnes #polymorous #love triangle #avengers #natasha romanoff #agent!reader #assassin!reader

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littlegrrl7 · 4 years ago

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Bound in Silver

Chapter 12 WHIPSNIPS

Ikemen Vampire- Smutty Angst 18+ M/M- slight canon spoilers (JP)

Comte/Vlad

A sneak peek at chapter 12 dropping Friday 10/9 on A03

Black silken sheets surrounded their bodies on the massive bed like waves on a turbulent ocean. Their sex had never been made of tenderness. Instead, they crashed together in a heady mix of dominance and passionate need, both seeking comfort that would never happen and would only end in sated exhaustion. Comte thrust into the tight, gripping depths of his lover, a low roar ripping from his throat as his heat spent deep within the other man’s body. Chest to sculpted chest, their muscles flexed against each other, like marble statues come to life twisting in erotic perfection.

Vlad gasped below him, spilling wetly in the friction between their stomachs. Comte’s grip on his wrists slacked, his weight sliding to the side. Vlad brought his arms up, stroking down the rapidly healing claw marks on his back. His passion warmed lips caressed against Comte’s throat. Without warning, he bit, sinking his fangs deeply into that perfect pale flesh. He moaned, instantly enraptured from the effects of the bite. Comte’s hips arched, pink-tinged tears gathered at the corners of his clenched eyelids at the overwhelming feeling. Vlad twisted sharply, rending that perfect skin, causing intentional pain. Comte struggled to pull away but was pinned in those lithe arms. A soft chuckle caressed his skin as Vlad’s tongue lapped at the rapidly healing wound.

“Always have to get the last say, don’t you?” the words were murmured into Vlad’s narrow chest. Comte pushed himself up, his honey-blond hair obscuring one eye as he studied his lover. It had been so many centuries, too many differences. He had always hoped they could come to some common ground, reconcile their different views into some kind of truce.

He knew that would never happen. Why was he still here, clinging to this hope?

Because he hated the oubliette of loneliness that awaited him when he left. It loomed like a monster out of fairytales to swallow him whole.

He and Vlad had been together since childhood, he couldn’t remember a time without him. Centuries of companionship, of a closeness that went beyond simple friendship. But now it was crumbling. He saw his friend descending into a power-hungry sort of desperation. It sickened him, he disagreed with it. The only reason he was still here was to try to change his mind before it was too late.

To help him see reason.

But every time they started talking, it always ended like this…in bed.

Comte realized Vlad was using sex as manipulation, he suspected some subtle compulsion was going on. He was the only pureblood Comte ever knew that could mentally influence his own kind. He pulled a loose linen shirt on and stood to look for his braies, disgusted that his attempts at discussing their differences had once again wound him up in bed.

“Stay with me? You have no place else to be today,” Vlad implored, stretching one pale hand toward him. It slid under his tunic, brushing in temptation against his naked hip. Comte sat back down on the bed, glancing into the depths of the disheveled bedding. Ivory flesh was in erotically stark contrast with decadent ebony silk. He leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Vlad’s shoulder.

“We can’t keep doing this.” Amber eyes were serious as they caught and held Vlad’s pale burgundy ones.

“We can,” Vlad took his hand, sensually kissing the very tips of his fingers. The warm, velvety feeling sent a tremble up his arm straight down to his groin. He wanted to take him again, was his hunger always this insatiable? Vlad drew him closer, a warm hand cupping his already stiffening member.

“No, please stop. This is you creating the desire, not desire itself.” With effort, Comte tore himself away, willing his body to relax as he pulled the leather pants over his legs. “We need to talk. You can’t keep compelling lesser vampires to your whims. I see what you are doing.”

Vlad let out a long, frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes. He dropped back into the luxurious bedding, silken white hair splayed attractively over the pillows. That sensual teasing gaze landed once again on his lover’s face.

“What difference does it make? Are you not filled with pleasure?” Vlad’s eyes traveled the length of Comte’s body with a fond smile. “It isn’t the worst way to spend a day, is it?”

“That’s not the point, Vlad, stop manipulating me for half a breath, please.” Comte laced his fingers through his lovers. They sat quietly for a moment in the stillness of the morning light, before he continued, “You are my dearest friend, I love you, I’ve never known life without you. However, I can no longer turn a blind eye to what you are doing, it’s wrong.”

Vlad’s gaze grew severe, he sat up, releasing Comte’s hand. “You would judge me? I love this world and its inhabitants as much as you. This is my way of protecting what I cherish.”

“You have taken away their free will, they are nothing but mindless servants for your whims. That is not how the world will grow and prosper. This is not the way to avoid a war.” Comte struggled not to raise his voice. He busied his hands in his long hair, braiding it back. “I can’t be a part of this. We need strong minds given the freedom of extended life to make the world better, not humans bound in servitude.”

“Your way could wreck the world with war eventually. Under my vision, my design, everything is unified in peace.” His eyes gleamed disturbingly. Comte threw up his best mental shields, standing from the bed and grabbing a cloak. He finished dressing, pulling his boots on with a frustrated grunt.

“You are mad, I won’t be a part of this any longer.” Angrily Comte pinned the woolen cloak around his shoulders.

“Where will you go, Comte? We both know how you have always longed for companionship, you’ll come crawling back to me soon enough. You’ll miss what we share.”

“Not this time Vlad.” He felt the man peeling away at his mental protections. No one who truly loves you would do such a thing, would have such disregard. This was over. “I’m leaving.”

Comte paused for half a breath at the door. His alchemical experiments were in process in the shared laboratory, his clothing was in the closet in this shared room. Everything was shared with his friend, his partner, for so many years. He clenched his fist. Things could be replaced. The longer he stayed, the more Vlad would convince him to stay. This wasn’t the first time he had tried to leave. There were worse things than being alone. Comte clenched his jaw and walked out.

Read more on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/26361262/chapters/64204789

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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Allison’s Character Bio

Summary: Here is Allison's character bio for anyone who's interested!

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Name: Allison (Amehan) Sumaya

Nickname: Allie (by Renata and Willy)

Age: 4 (Season 1) / 6 (Season 2) / 8 (Season 3) / 12 (TFS) – arrives at Ericson age 16

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 52.16 kg (115 lbs)

Hair color: black

Hair length: down to the middle of her back if it was down

Typical hairstyle: ponytail with loose strands in front of each ear

Eye color: Brown

Noticeable Features: burn marks scattered across her body (a punishment from the Delta)

Typical Clothing: mauve hoodie on top of a grungy white tee, worn out jeans, sneakers

Preferred Weapon: a combo spear/hammer she and Willy made together.

Backstory: Amehan was four when the apocalypse happened. Her family was vacationing in America and visiting some of their relatives in New York when disaster struck. Amehan’s memories of that time were hazy being so young, but she remembered always being told to keep quiet and always moving. Her family survived by relying on members of the Filipino community in New York, but that could only accomplish so much. A year and a half into the apocalypse, both of Amehan’s brothers were killed when there was a breach in their small community’s walls, leading walkers directly into a playground where most of the community’s children were at play. Only 3 of the 15 children survived. Amehan was one of them.

After the loss of both of her sons, Amehan’s mother grew heartsick and depressed. She did not sleep or eat much at all and was unwilling to be near Amehan, leading the six-year-old to spend a great deal of time alone. Several months later during an evacuation, Amehan and her mother were cornered with a few other women within an alleyway by the very walkers they were trying to flee. Amehan’s mother told her to run and Amehan did. Those were the last words she ever heard from her.

Over the course of the next two years Amehan focused on becoming as useful as she possibly could be to her father and their community. Her father, scarred by the loss of the rest of their family, interacted with Amehan on a purely practical level. When he and Amehan were not out hunting, scouting or training, he was running English drills with her, training her to be as proficient and skilled as she could be should the day come that he was no longer there.

That day came all too soon. One night, the community came under attack from a militia group at their walls. While the adults barricaded the front gates and fought to protect their home, members of the militia circled round and took their real targets: the children. At eight years old, Amehan became one of the first child soldiers “recruited” by the Delta. She was sent down the river and given the name Allison since her commanding officer didn’t care to learn her “foreign” name. She never learned what became of her father that night.

Delta life was brutal. Every day was regimented, every moment watched. Each time a recruit disobeyed or messed up one too many times, the child was dragged off and a red-hot poker pressed to their side, leaving a mark to remind them that their actions had consequences. Allison knew how to be silent and how to follow orders. Still, over the years the number of marks upon her sides grew. There was never an end to punishment, it was only a question of who received it. There always needed to be someone to make an example of.

Life held little happiness for Allison. The only joy within it was the small stolen moments between her fellow recruits. Whispered conversations after curfew, quick jokes when none of the adults were round to hear them and promises made that someday they would all break free. None of those promises ever came true. Deserters were maimed or killed; dissenters transferred. Nothing stayed the same. Except for Bridget.

Bridget was a special case, the daughter of one of the soldiers in Allison’s unit. When Bridget talked back she was smacked instead of burned, a meal taken away rather than a finger. Bridget realized her power, and she used it as best she could, taking the blame whenever possible to shield the others. Sometimes it worked (Bridget was enough of a troublemaker on her own to make her claims believable), sometimes it didn’t. But Bridget never stopped trying.

Allison admired the girl, who was two years her senior, and stuck by her most of all. She tried to behave in part to avoid transfer, some deep part of her fearing that she would lose all hope if she couldn’t see Bridget. As she grew older, Allison recognized her feelings for what they were: love. She never disclosed them to Bridget though. Love had no place in the Delta. Perhaps someday when things were different, when the Delta was done fighting, their empire secure, she could tell Bridget how she felt.

She never got that chance. Bridget died on a raid, one she’d been conscripted to at only 14 due to the thinness of Delta’s ranks. Their unit was desperate for new recruits and took a risk to gain them. It backfired terribly. Allison felt her heart go numb at the news. From that day on she lived as a machine, eating, sleeping and fighting for no reason other than the commands given to her. She fought for nothing: not the Delta, not survival and certainly not for herself.

A few months later with Allison’s unit still unable to gain new recruits, it was absorbed into another unit. There Allison met Renata, a Hispanic girl who had recently been transferred there herself. Allison didn’t care about anything when she met Renata, but for some reason Renata cared for her. The older girl took Allison under her proverbial wing as a sort of adoptive sister, talking with her, checking on her and covering for her whenever there was trouble. In some ways she reminded Allison of Bridget: the way she never gave up and looked out for others even though the consequences she faced were so dire. Against her better judgement, Allison found herself caring for another being once more: a friend whose sunshine never seemed deterred by her gloom.

The girls had known each other for about four months when news reached their unit of a Delta squad that had been completely destroyed, their boat torched and abandoned without a trace of their enemy. A tremor was felt throughout the entire Delta and the recruits felt the adults’ fear. Delta wasn’t invincible after all. That night, Renata confided in Allison what she’d been working toward since her transfer here: a way to escape. They had to do it tonight, before replacements were sent for the adults deployed downriver to provide backup to the southern units if needed. With nothing to lose, Allison agreed. In the dead of night, they targeted the weakest security point, slit the guards’ throats, and disappeared into the night.

They were free. After years of guarding her every word and action, Allison had no clue what to do. Neither girl had any living family that they knew of left. But Renata had a plan. Somewhere in West Virginia there was a school where they would be accepted. All they had to do was find it.

Facts about Allison:

Allison enjoys collecting stones. As she puts it, they’re pretty to look at and an instant weapon if needed.

One of Allison’s earliest memories is her cat Bunso who she left in the Philippines. To this day she sometimes wonders if he’s alright.

Allison always thought it would be fun to dye the tips of her hair another color but never got the chance.

Allison’s favorite game is Slapjack since the rules are simple and she enjoys the opportunity to slap others in the heat of competition.

Allison’s favorite flowers are daffodils since they remind her of her brightest loved ones: Bridget, Renata and Willy.

#twdg #twdg allison

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starcityhq · 4 years ago

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THE APOCALYPSE —

Clark was forced to just watch the bloom of fire and smoke and debris take out part of Liberty Bridge. He stumbled backward into a podium, but for a second he did nothing. Then all of a sudden he surged forward and slammed his fists against the screen until the entire thing had gone black, cracking into a spidery formation that reached the edges. Without the Kryptonite diminishing his power, a hit like that would've taken out both the screen and the wall behind it. "No!"

Joker had said it was a choice, but Joker was a liar. Even if there were only one bomb, it still meant that Superman failed, didn't it? He... failed. He'd sworn to protect the citizens of Star City and already he’d broken that promise. He couldn't even make it out of the room. What was stopping Joker from choosing for him again? Nothing.

...Nothing.

Panic seized him, although heavily aided by the fear gas Joker had dosed him with. He couldn't watch it happen to Lois, to his son, or Kara and Eva. He couldn't let the catastrophic vision he'd had be the reality. He’d already failed Star City and its people, but how could he fail his family?

Clark turned from the broken screen as the timer edged closer to the ten second mark and then pass it. His blood was like ice in his veins. Like a man possessed, barely even aware that he was moving his arm, he made his choice.

The city was already in Joker’s clutches. He had to save his family.

Here it was. The moment of truth. Once Superman’s powerful hand smacked down, it became clear that Joker had been expertly playing a game. Not just with Superman, but the entire city. He’d said everyone loved a good plot twist - well, he managed not one, but two.

In Star City, a great rumbling sounded preceded a sudden BOOM. Every billboard-sized screen that Joker had placed throughout the city to play the live feed for his captive audience exploded into color. Literally. Glittering confetti shot out from strategically placed cannons and rained down into the streets below. Superman chose to sacrifice Star City and Joker had promised a show.

With festive flecks of paper and glitter settling over the confused crowd, a maniacal laugh cut through the shocked silence. “Silly, silly. Why would I give NOVA what they wanted? Why, you and I share a common enemy! No, no. I don’t think Star City will go boom today. For the real finale, turn your attention westward!”

On the heels of Joker’s cryptic warning, a second round of confetti cannons deployed. The air was filled once more with sparkling bits of color as the sky five hundred miles away ballooned in orange and yellow fire.

At the new NOVA headquarters, where Jihl Nabel was currently surrendering, the ground and sky split without warning. The mouth of hell itself would have opened with less ferocity. For one suspended moment the blast made no sound, instead everyone was blanketed by an unnatural silence that would not last. Those present had no time to react before the building and its surroundings was swallowed by light and blasted apart, leaving only pieces of foundation, twisted metal, and a thick covering of ash.

Around the NOVA agents and Colonel Jihl Nabel, an unstoppable force of radiation, heat, and pressure closed in. Anything and anyone not aided by shielding or superhuman ability would be consumed and disintegrated by the blast. A shockwave powerful enough to crush cars followed, leveling anything that remained standing after the initial blast. A deafening, indescribable sound replaced the eerie silence as the world around them was blown apart at the seams.

For those who survived, they would be choking on smoke so thick it felt solid and caught in their throats. Visibility was at first nonexistent, but an account of bodies would show several missing. There was no sign of Jihl Nabel or any of the agents who’d backed her, and a grisly discovery awaited the survivors.

Once the ash was disturbed, Batman’s shredded cowl lay on the ground.

Star City had survived, but at what cost?

TEAM A:

MEMBERS: Bruce Wayne, Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff, Anna Raven, Jihl Nabel, Bucky Barnes, Dick Grayson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, & Tommy Shepherd.

LOCATION: NOVA’s new Headquarters, 500 miles outside of Star City.

STATUS: Communications are down, meaning contact to League members and others is not currently possible. The area in and around the destroyed headquarters is unstable and should be evacuated, but Bruce’s absence has scrambled priorities.

TEAM B:

MEMBERS: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Jim Gordon, Roy Harper, Anton Satan, Wally West, Ted Kord, Donna Troy, & Airen Ravencroft.

LOCATION: Wayne Manor, Joker’s hideout, Harley’s hideout, Star City

STATUS: Red Robin, Wonder Girl, Fox Tail, and Red Hood have closed in on Joker’s hideout. Superman is still held inside, weakened severely by Kryptonite and Fear Gas. Confrontation is inevitable, and Joker will not be alone. Batgirl, Black Bat, and (formerly) Robin are following clues to reach the kidnapped Kara, Eva, Jon, and Lois. Elsewhere, Anton Satan has finally found the location of his family and is also on track to rescue them. Other team members assisting with the evacuation will focus on ensuring the safety of citizens still inside the city and tending to the wounded.

TEAM C:

MEMBERS: Scott Summers, Bobby Drake x 2, Julian Keller, Gabby Kinney, Nathan Summers, & Quentin Quire.

LOCATION: Glades Bay, District X, Star City

STATUS: The X-Men will join the remaining members of Team B, the SCPD, and others in securing the city, aiding with medical treatment, and transport. While the threat from Joker appears to be over, aside from the mountains of confetti, plenty of damage has been done. The alternate evacuation route created by Iceman will be maintained, as Liberty Bridge remains in disrepair after the explosion.

At this time, it is unknown to anyone on the outside whether or not there are any survivors from Team A.

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Remember our event will run JANUARY 31ST, 6:30PM EST to FEBRUARY 14TH, 6:30PM EST. Please make sure you are tracking and using the “STARCRADIOACTIVE” and “STARCEVENT” tags for event posts and are answering open starters in addition to posting your own! Please do not start non-event threads during this time without permission from the admins. As always, admins reserve the right to accept character applications at any time during the event rather than just during the typically scheduled two days a week. Keep an eye out for plot drops!

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darkelfshadow · 4 years ago

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Session Summary - 100

AKA “Pool Of Radiance”

Adventures in Taggriell

Session 100 (Date: 8th January 2021)

Players Present:

- Rob (Known as “Varis”) Elf Male.

- Bob (Known as “Sir Krondor) Dwarf Male.

- Paul (Known as “Labarett”) Elf Male.

- Travis (Known as “Trenchant”) Human Male.

Absent Players

- Arthur (Known as “Gim”) Dwarf Male. <Played by Bob>

- John (Known as “Ragnar”) Dwarf Male. <Played By Rob>

NPC

- (Known as “Naillae”) Elf Female. <Controlled by Travis>

Summary

- Moonday, 15th Desnus in the year 815 (Second Era). Summer.

- The party begin this session, mid afternoon, still exploring the descending caverns that wind around the massive Kranun’s Crater. The party start to search the large cavern that was the scene of the battle last session with the Orcs and their leader, Narle Shieldbiter.

- Whilst the cavern and bodies are being searched, the party speak to the starving and beaten goblin prisoner, Parg. They learn that the giant that lives here, Kranun, has changed his behaviour, becoming more aggressive and dangerous, after a star fell from the sky and struck the centre of the ancient crater here, forming a small silvery pool.

- Kranun killed most of the Goblins here, whom he previously befriended, and organised for Orcs to come and take over the caverns. These Orcs followed the instructions of the Giant. The Giant also started calling himself a new name, and the party recognises the name from the information given to them by the Lord Sage. The Giant was calling itself, Tyranthraxus, which was the name of the extra-planar entity that took over the minds of many people many hundreds of years ago, when another Pool Of Radiance appeared near Phlan long ago.

- Also discussed were the words spoken by the Champion of Tiamat, (“My faith is my armour. My sword cuts down the unfaithful. By the will of Tiamat, I serve”) which were familiar to Trenchant, Sir Krondor and Labarett. After discussing it with the party, they finally realise that the words were similar to those overheard by those three members of the party, when they were allowed within the inner sanctum of the Wardens Of Tyriba, performing a special task for the Sergeant of the Wardens. They had been given access to areas within the Temple Of Wardens, normally off limits to outsiders, and as such they had inadvertently overheard the Oath Of The Wardens. Trenchant speaks the words to the party: “My faith is my armour. My shield protects the weak. My sword cuts down the tainted. By the will of Pelor, I serve.”

- Varis speaks up, “The Wardens are Paladins of Pelor? I never knew that.”

- Naillae speaks too, “Yes, I’ve lived in Tyriba my whole life and never heard that spoken about the Wardens before.”

- Trenchant nods, “Yes, they do not carry his symbol, nor speak his name in public. Now that I think of it, why do they hide that fact?”

- Naillae looks worried, “Why would the Champions words be so close to the Warden’s Oath? What does it mean? What was your task to the Sergeant of the Wardens?”

- Sir Krondor answers, “We were tasked to investigate a breach of their security. Dopplegangers posing as Wardens had infiltrated the Wardens, taken over the places of some of them. The whole thing was done under the guidance of the Red Wizards of Thay and the Cult.”

- Varis speaks, “What happened to the Wardens that were replaced?”

- Trenchant voice, now filled with dread, speaks, “We never found out. We had assumed they were killed.”

- Varis quickly speaks, “How many Wardens went missing and were replaced?”

- Labarett looks at the symbol of Pelor, on the shield now carried by Ragnar, then speaks slowly, “Half a dozen. They didn’t get killed did they?”

- Ragnar speaks, as he realises what this means, “The Cult didn’t kill those Wardens. They corrupted them, twisted them from the path of the light, to become Demonic Champions of Tiamat. This is outrageous! An affront to everything I stand for!”

- Trenchant slowly nods, coming to the same conclusion, “Yes. And that means there are another five of those Champions working for the Cult.”

- Sir Krondor bellows, “Five! By Moradin’s Hammer! One of those things nearly killed us! We couldn’t face five of them!”

- “Then let’s hope my friend, that we never have to face that possibility,” Trenchant speaks as he starts to get ready to move on.

- The party pressed onwards. They send Parg down the corridor marked with a warning, “Death! Stay Out!” and unsurprisingly Parg sets off an Arcane Ward that results in his death in a fiery explosion.

- The party press onwards, but their presence is now known, due to the explosion. A waiting force of four Ogres, and a large Giant greet them. The large Giant is well dressed, with a regal blue cloak hanging on his back. His eyes are completely black, with stars seeming to move around them. This is must Kranun, now possessed by the ancient extra-planar being Tyranthraxus.

- Battle starts immediately when Trenchant fails to successfully sneak and scout forward. Ogres hurl large javelins or swing heavy great clubs at the party. Tyranthraxus hurls a large rock at Sir Krondor as he moves forward. Most of the party stay back, trying to use range attacks, and only Sir Krondor and Gim engage the foes in the large quarters of Tyranthraxus.

- Tyranthraxus steps towards the two Dwarven cousins and then transforms into a being a flame and heat, the fire spreading outwards and engulfing the two Dwarves. The party see the danger the pair are in and turn their full attention to attacking Tyranthraxus. The extra-planar being, not yet at his full powers, proves no match for the party, and the entity is destroyed. The flames extinguish and the body falls to the ground, then begins to turn to dust and bone.

- The Ogres, previously under the mind control of Tyranthraxus, stop fighting and cautiously leave the scene in confusion.

- The private quarters of Tyranthraxus are searched and items of value are taken.

- Exiting out a large open archway into the outside sun, the party are now on the bottom floor of the crater. The party move slowly forward, towards the Pool Of Radiance. When Trenchant places his sentient rapier into the Pool, Trenchant is immediately hurled backwards by a force of random arcane energy and his rapier screams out in a loud steel cry.

- The cry alerts a flock of Perytons that were nested in an upper ledge, and a Hell Hound, that was guarding from a nearby stone structure.

- Battle starts with the Perytons diving down, surprising everyone except Sir Krondor and Varis. The party manage to kill the Perytons without too much trouble, except for one that manages to grab onto Labarett and lift him dangerously high into the air. Varis shoots the Peryton dead, freeing Labarett who begins to drop to the ground but Trenchant saves him by quickly casting a Levitate spell upon the falling Barbarian.

- The Hell Hound leaps towards the party, breathing fire at the slowly levitating Labarett, but the single foe is quickly dispatched by the party.

- Varis finds a broken section of a statue head on the crater floor, and deduces that it must have fallen from another large ledge above. The party find a barrel next to the Pool with a long metal bar with a metal cup, inscribed with arcane symbols. A small box nearby with a special vial of arcane ink and a quill are also nearby.

- Trenchant uses the Mirror Of The Past, to see the quill being used to inscribe arcane symbols on another barrel. The party realise they will need to likewise cover this barrel in the correct arcane symbols if they wish to safely transport any of the Pool. Trenchant and Labarett use the summoned Giant Owl of Varis to fly back up to the top of the crater and recover as many of the broken sections of the barrel that smashed apart when they killed the Cult’s Wyvern trying to fly away with it. On some of those pieces are arcane symbols.

- With the pieces recovered and the scene that Trenchant saw in the Mirror, Trenchant thinks he can recall about four fifths of the symbols on the barrel.

XP Allocation

Group - Combined (This is equally divided by the number of players who were involved)

Quests (Only quests that are completed or rendered undoable, during this session, are shown here)

- “Morals are more guidelines than rules” - Keep Parg alive = FAIL

- “Plans within Plans” - Discover Details of Tyranthraxus and the Cults Deal = FAIL

Creatures Overcome

- Kranun The Giant - Possess by Tyranthraxus = 3900 XP

- Ogres = 1800 XP

- Perytons = 2250 XP

- Hell Hound = 700 XP

Individual (This is only given to that person and is not divided amongst all players)

Special Bonus (Outstanding Role Playing)

Nil

XP Levels and Player Allocations

Player : Start + Received = Total (Notes)

Rob : 131921 + 1545 = 133466

Arthur : 106007 + 927 = 106934

John : 101948 + 927 = 102875

Travis : 121571 + 1236 = 122807

Paul : 111054 + 1236 = 112290

Bob : 122584 + 1545 = 124129

NPC (Naillae) : + (618)

#D&D #DnD #5th #5e #ROT

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jennbabeyy · 5 years ago

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Good Enough.

Request: Hey! I love your work! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy Coco Cruz imagine? Where the reader is a bit bigger than the average girl and feeling insecure about it? If not, I totally understand! Thank you love!

A/n: Sorry, it took so long but I hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! 💞

“Can you believe he’s actually with her?”

“I heard he’s only with her because of a bet.”

“There’s no way he actually has sex with her.”

The murmurs of gossip were around you everywhere you went. It was the price you paid for living in a small town, where everyone knew each other. Especially when you were dating one of the members of the notorious Mayans. Your relationship with him was never a secret and he was never one to hide it. But it was like the second everyone knew who Coco was seeing, everything you do or wear was the topic. Especially the women.

Today’s topic happened to be how you looked. Your entire body was nitpicked the second you enter the clubhouse. That place was packed with women that were at least half your size, and their presence never really bothered you until now. You had decided to drop off Coco’s lunch and was immediately met with angry glares.

You try to not let the words affect you as much as they truly did. You were never a size 2 and as you grew you grew to love your curves. Or at least appreciate what you had. Coco never failed to make sure to appreciate you every chance he got.

But now standing in front of the mirror in only your underwear. You thought of the words that were constantly on your mind since you left the Mayan’s clubhouse. Your eyes scanned your body and everywhere you looked, you saw imperfections. It made you doubt every single bit of confidence you had. Pinching your skin in between your two fingers suddenly made your soul hurt just by looking at it.

The stretch marks on your hips stood out the most and you ran your fingers over them. Your hips had grown during your high school years and you spent those years hiding your body under the baggiest clothes you had in your closet. Those stretch marks were forever imprinted there and sometimes it hurts to look at them. Today it happened to be a little extra pain.

Your thighs, your belly, the cellulite under your butt. It was all too much and your vision became blurry as you continue to pick at yourself. Were you always this big? Did you eat too many pieces of pizza during your girl’s night with Letty?

The tears slipped down your face and you reached up to brush them away when someone else beat you to it.

You were too into your thoughts and had not realized Coco was home.

“What’s wrong baby?” His voice instantly warmed your entire body, his presence alone was calming. The heat of his body made you want to run into his embrace and never look back.

You could feel your face flush because you were completely vulnerable in front of him and Coco could see every little detail of your body. A confused look appeared on his face when he saw that you tried to cover your body, shielding yourself from his eyes.

In the most gentle tone ever Coco spoke, “Why would you try and hide yourself from me, beautiful?”

His brown eyes searched your face, and your heart swelled at the way he cradled your face as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

You loved that about him. With everybody else he was this scary guy but when it was just the two of you he was the sweetest guy you have ever met. No one knew that side of him, you were the only one that had the chance.

At the thought of that, your eyes became glossy with tears. You didn’t deserve him like that. He was better off when someone skinnier and prettier. Someone who can fit into the average size of jeans. Someone who wasn’t you.

You stood in your thoughts as Coco wrapped your silk rope around your body, pulling you closer when you were all covered up.

“Y/n, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.” Coco voice brought you out of your negative thoughts.

The knot in your throat aches when you swallowed, trying to form sentences.

“I’m not good enough for you Johnny. Don’t you see it.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words. It pained you to see how much it affected him.

Sitting you down on the bed, you watched as he kneeled down in front of you. His hand reaching out to cradled your face once again. The small sigh subconsciously came out of your mouth the second you felt his rough hand on your cheek. It was comforting.

Your eyes met his and you almost gasped at the sight of his cold hard glare. You never really got the chance to see him in that light, and it you had to admit it was a scary sight.

“Who said that shit, baby tell me right now.”

Shaking your head at him, your eyes fill with tears, “It doesn’t matter who said it Johnny, it’s the truth. Everywhere I go, I hear the whispers, the rumors, the snide comments about my diet. Or about how lucky I am that you even look in my direction”

By the time you finished you were ugly crying, big fat tears rolled down your face and you couldn’t stop it. It was like you finally opened up a bottle inside of you and you couldn’t stop it from flowing out.

You were defeated, you had let those skinny bitches win.

Everything was silent in the room and the only thing you could focus on was the way Coco’s thumb caressed your leg. It was calming and you kept your eyes on his hand, remembering the way his rough skin felt on your smooth legs.

Your trance was broken by an angry Coco staring back at you, “I’ll fucking kill them, I swear Y/n say the words and I’ll fucking do it.”

Your tears long forgotten, you blink at the sight in front of you, “What?”

“Those fucking putas, I know it was them. All they good at is starting shit. I’ll fucking put a bullet straight through their heads.”

You sniffle, the urge to cry again becomes unbearable at this point. His hand raises to brush the tears away and pulled against his chest. He cradles your head with his hand, as he gently presses kisses to the side of your head. The both of you stayed there for a moment, enjoying the way you felt protected in his arms.

Pulling away slightly from him, you met his eyes, “You can’t just go and try to kill people that made me cry Johnny, that’s murder.”

Coco chuckles, “I’d do it though, for you I’ll murder any motherfucker who makes you feel less worthy. Because you are, you are worthy baby. Every single piece of you.”

The way the words spill out of his mouth made you shiver. He was so sincere with every word. His stare made you feel like a mess again, and you were sure the water works were on their way back.

“Y/n I love you.”

Coco place his forehead against yours, his large hand cupping your cheeks. His thumb rubbing across your cheekbone and you close your eyes at the sensation.

“You are the most beautiful thing in this world to me. And I’m sorry that I haven’t done my best to convince you but god damn Y/n please stop thinking you’re not good enough for me. Or for anyone.”

You open your eyes, a small gasp leaves your lips as you stare right back at Coco’s watery eyes. Your heart ached at the sight in front of you, it was a rare sight. Coco never showed his emotional side but he did for you. And that alone meant the world.

“I love you, I love the way you accept me for me and accept my mistakes. The way you accept Letty as your own. And she loves you. You wanna know why? Because you’re you. You’re a real woman, a strong one. That’s the type of woman I want my daughter to look up too.”

Coco nudged his nose against yours, breathing in your smell. It was comforting and you let out a teary laugh. Every little insecurity making its way out and replacing it was a warm loving feeling.

“You gotta love yourself baby. Because god knows I do, all your curves and your edges.”

A loud laugh escaped your mouth as Coco wiggled his eyebrows looking down in between the both of you. You were going to alright, there were going to be hard days but with Coco by your side, you were going to get through them.

Together.

#mayans mc imagine #Mayans MC #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader

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whumphoarder · 6 years ago

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It’s My Party and I’ll Bite If I Want To

Summary: Peter grows venomous fangs on his sixteenth birthday and wrecks havoc at the Avengers compound. Tony’s pretty chill, all things considered.

Word count: 2,144

Genre: Crack, humor, whump

A/N: We all deal with our post-Endgame stress in different ways. Crackfic writing is mine.

Link to read on Ao3

Ned enters the lunch room, grinning broadly. “Hey man, happy birthday! What do you—” He suddenly cuts himself off, frowning at Peter’s mouth. “Dude. What’s up with your teeth?”

Peter rubs a hand awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Yeah, I dunno… just kinda woke up like this,” he admits. He runs his tongue over the sharp edges of his newly elongated canines. They had certainly been a shock to see in the bathroom mirror that morning. “Maybe it’s like, well, you know how you get your twelve-year-old molars?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe they’re like that,” Peter concludes.

Ned squints at him. “Except you’re not twelve. And those aren’t molars.”

Peter shrugs, but he’s feeling rather defensive. “Same concept, probably. I don’t know, I’m not a doctor.”

Ned huffs out a quick laugh. “Sure you didn’t get bitten by any bats recently? Any cravings to drink human blood?”

Sudden anger flashes in Peter and his eyes narrow. “Shut up, Ned!” he snaps. “I’m not a fucking vampire!”

“Whoa! Hey, calm down,” Ned says holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just joking,”

The rage dies down almost as quickly as it cropped up. “Yeah, yeah, I knew that,” Peter mutters as he opens his lunch bag. “Sorry.”

As Peter pulls out a bright red apple from his bag and takes a bite, Ned opts to just change the subject. “So, got any plans for this weekend?” he asks. “Going out with May to celebrate or anything?”

Peter feels his body flush as anger flashes back to him. He slams the apple down onto the table. “What do you mean ‘going out with May’?” he demands. “Are you saying my only date could ever be my aunt?!”

Ned blinks at him. “That’s… not what I said at all,” he says slowly. “You okay man?”

“Yeah, sorry…” Peter says as the heat flushes away. “I’m just, kinda stressed I guess? Homework or, uh, something.”

“Uh huh,” Ned says, sounding unconvinced. “Sure.” His gaze falls to Peter’s apple. “Whoa,” he mutters.

Peter glances down and suddenly realizes that right around his bite mark, the apple is now shriveling up into a dark green decaying mess. “Huh,” he remarks. “That’s… That’s weird.”

“Hello, is this Mr. Stark?” the voice on the other end of the line asks.

“It is,” Tony confirms. A sense of dread is already filling him. A call to his personal cell from an unknown number never means good things. “And who is this?”

“This is Sharon Byron. I’m the assistant principal from Midtown School of Science and Technology,” the caller identifies. “We have you listed as the secondary emergency contact for Peter Parker. Is this correct?”

“That’s correct,” Tony says, his heart rate quickening. “What’s going on?”

“Well, he’s been causing a bit of a scene today,” she says briskly. “He’s gotten in multiple verbal altercations, both with students and staff members, as well as nearly biting a boy in his gym class. The school security officer and two teachers actually had to escort him out of the locker room."

“Peter? ” Tony questions, flabbergasted. He’s already texting Happy to bring the car around—thankfully he’s in the city today rather than upstate. “We’re talking about Peter Parker, right?”

“Yes sir,” Ms. Byron says. “He’s not making much sense either. The school nurse has been attempting to get a read on his temperature, but every time she approaches him with a thermometer, he tries to bite her.”

“Peter Parker is doing this?” Tony asks one last time. Then, before she can answer, he shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Never mind, know what? It’s fine. On my way. ETA forty minutes.”

He hangs up the phone.

“No! I don’t want to leave!” Peter snaps at his mentor, who is standing in the doorway of the principal’s office, looking flummoxed. The kid bounces up and down slightly on the cushioned office seat. “This is a really comfy chair!”

“Peter, something is clearly off with you today,” Tony tries to reason with him. “I just want to get you checked out, and maybe—”

“No!” Peter cries, leaping to his feet, suddenly alive with white-hot fury. He charges Tony, whose eyes widen as he steps backward. “I don’t want to go! I don’t wan—” He stops mid-sentence as the feeling suddenly dissipates. It’s replaced by embarrassment. “Oh. Sorry,” he mumbles. “That was weird.”

“Little bit,” Tony huffs. He lowers his hand, which Peter suddenly registers has been hovering over the armor housing unit on his chest. “You feeling okay, kiddo?”

“Yeah, uh, actually it’s been a little weird all day,” Peter admits, rubbing at the back of his neck. “One second I’m fine, and the next I just wanna tear everyone to pieces, you know?”

Tony scoffs. “Sure, kid. It’s called a board meeting.”

Two hours later, Peter is at the compound, leaning back against a chair in Bruce’s lab as the doctor peers into his open mouth.

“So they just appeared this morning?” Bruce asks, poking at the canines with a gloved finger.

“Yeah, ‘retty ‘uch,” Peter mumbles in reply, mouth still open. “Think they’re ‘oisonous or somethin’.”

Bruce adjusts his glasses as he leans in closer. “Venomous,” he corrects absently.

Peter frowns. “Huh?”

“Your teeth would be venomous, not poisonous.”

Anger flashes through Peter again and he snaps at Bruce, who yelps and only barely manages to pull back his hand before Peter bites off the doctor’s finger. “Are you saying I’m stupid?!” Peter demands.

Bruce is taken aback. “Um… no? Of course not. It’s a common mistake, I just thought you’d want to know so that—”

“Don’t take it personally,” Tony remarks without glancing up. He’s been so quiet that Peter nearly forgot he was there, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room and tapping something into his phone. “He’s been doing that all day. The two-hour drive back to the compound was a doozy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Peter exclaims, turning on Tony now.

“Well,” Tony says casually, “when you threatened that pigeon after he took a crap on the car windshield by screaming that next time you see him or any of his ‘idiot feathered friends’, you’d use instant kill mode, that seemed a little extreme is all I’m saying.”

The fury engulfs Peter and suddenly he can’t take it anymore. He jumps out of his seat and starts charging towards his mentor.

“Peter!” Bruce exclaims, jumping forward to grab his shoulder. Peter only whips around, rage in his eyes. Without a second’s hesitation, he sinks his fangs into the doctor’s forearm.

Bruce’s eyes go wide before he collapses to the ground in a heap.

“I’m fine, Tony,” Bruce insists calmly from his position on the floor. He’s lying flat on his back, his body eerily still. “This really could be worse.”

“You literally haven’t moved a muscle from the neck down in thirty minutes,” Tony argues, lowering himself down to sit on the floor beside the (hopefully) temporarily paralyzed doctor. “How is this in any way fine?”

“I think it’s starting to wear off,” Bruce says. “Look. I’m wiggling my fingers right now.”

Tony’s gaze falls to Bruce’s hand, which is not moving in the slightest. “Nope.”

“Oh.” Bruce sighs. “Well, on the bright side, the paralytic toxin in Peter’s fangs doesn’t seem to be affecting any respiratory processes or major organ functionality. All things considered, I think we lucked out.”

“Uh huh, sure, Bruce.” He glances back over his shoulder to where the kid is currently sitting on the couch in the corner of the lab, staring at the Magic Bullet blender infomercial playing on the TV with a dazed look in his eyes. “So, what’s our game plan?”

“Well, I’ve had some time to think while I’ve been down here,” Bruce begins, “and I’m pretty sure the aggression is related to the fangs.”

“No shit,” Tony scoffs.

“Logically then, the solution would be removing the fangs,” the doctor goes on.

Tony raises an eyebrow at him. “And how exactly do you suggest I do that?”

Bruce hums thoughtfully. “Yeah… that’s the part I’m still working on…”

“I AM NOT GOING TO THE DENTIST!”

“Which way are we going with him again?” Steve asks. The super soldier is holding onto Peter’s left arm while Tony—fully encased in his armor—holds onto the right. The two are currently escorting the struggling teenager down the hallway, Clint and Sam flanking them as back up.

“Medbay,” Tony replies wearily. “I’ve got an oral surgeon coming in from SHIELD. Should be here in thirty minutes or so.”

Peter swings his legs, kicking wildly. “HE’S NOT PULLING MY FUCKING TEETH!”

Steve tuts. “Peter,” he begins. “There’s no call for that. We’re all just trying to help you here, and that’s why—”

Before anyone can react, Peter whips his head to the side and bites Captain Fucking Righteous around the wrist. With a cry of surprise, the soldier plummets to the ground in a tangle of twitching limbs.

“Move in, move in!” Sam shouts as he and Clint instantly converge on Peter, who thrashes sideways and clamps his teeth down on Clint’s bare bicep.

“Shit,” Clint manages to mutter as he collapses down beside Steve.

“I told you he was biting, Legolas!” Tony snaps. “Why the fuck did you wear a sleeveless shirt?!”

Having landed face down, Clint’s reply is muffled. ‘’Cus ‘s m’ thing…” he mumbles into the ground.

“Peter, c’mon,” Sam pleads, trying to manhandle the snapping kid away from the two men on the ground while Tony struggles to get a grip on Peter’s thrashing feet. “Let’s just calm down and have a chat about this…”

“I DON’T WANT TO CHAT!” Peter shouts. “LET ME GO!”

In one violent twist, the enraged teen sinks his teeth into the side of Sam’s neck.

“Mother fuc—” Sam yelps before dropping to the ground, causing Tony to lose his grip on Peter’s leg. The kid instantly takes advantage of this by leaping onto the wall, sticking, and scurrying up to the ceiling to camp out in the corner, hissing threateningly at his mentor.

“Oh, you are so grounded, kid!” Tony hollers.

“You know, this is actually kinda nice,” Steve remarks from the ground.

“I know, right?” Sam agrees. He’s lying face up on the floor about five feet away from the soldier. “You’d think paralysis would be unnerving but it’s actually weirdly relaxing.”

Clint hums thoughtfully. “Like floating,” he agrees. Tony had taken pity on the archer and flipped him to his back just before racing down the hall after the hissing spider child.

They lay there for a few more minutes, the sounds of firing repulsors, thwipping webs, and muffled crashing issuing from several rooms away.

“You know what’s really bugging me though?” Clint asks.

“What?” Steve questions.

“The fourteenth ceiling tile from the left is crooked.”

“I noticed that too!” Sam exclaims.

There’s another loud crash followed by Tony’s scream of “DO NOT BITE THE DENTIST!”

The three men lie in silence for another moment.

“... Also my nose itches,” Clint complains.

“Where’s the kid at now, FRI?” Tony asks wearily. He’s lying on the ground in the common area kitchen, internally kicking himself for lowering his faceplate to try to talk Peter down. Who’d have thought the kid would go for the nose?

“Peter has locked himself in your lab,” the AI reports. “Agent Romanoff is currently crawling through the air vents with a tranquilizer dart gun in an attempt to get a clear shot at Peter.”

“Wonderful,” Tony mutters sarcastically. “Keep me posted.”

From under the table, he hears the paralyzed SHIELD dentist groan something about his back and how he should have retired last year because he’s definitely getting too old for this shit. Happy’s still grumbling curses from his position on the floor just in front of the dishwasher.

A moment later the AI reports, “Agent Romanoff has just dropped into the lab and fired at the target. Peter is temporarily incapacitated.”

Tony breathes out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god.”

“Unfortunately,” FRIDAY goes on, “Peter has managed to bite her ankle in the process. She is now incapacitated as well.”

Tony lets out a groan. “I am definitely returning this kid’s birthday presents now...”

When Peter finally wakes from his drug-induced sleep several hours later, he finds himself reclined in a chair in Tony’s lab. He sits up with a frown and spits out two wads of bloody cotton gauze into his open palm.

Pepper is standing on the other end of the room, pliers in one hand and a small glass jar containing two sharp teeth in the other. “Welcome back,” she greets.

“Miss ‘otts?” he mumbles. “Wha’ ‘appened?”

Pepper huffs out a quick laugh. “Nothing we couldn’t handle,” she assures. “Happy birthday, Peter.”

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For more crack-ish irondad/Avengers shenanigans, try New Year’s Regrets or Avengers Vandal

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rallis-fatalis · 5 years ago

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The Hero of Crandor

Rallis' first official adventure in the Guild system wasn't a moment she liked to remember. She successfully became a Champion! She stopped mass destruction from spreading! She became known as a great hero and savior! ...And she hated every minute of it.

Crandor was a desolate place. It was cold and charred and dead. The chilly sea breeze tossed years of soot and dust into the face of the island's one visitor. Their bright blue and white guise stood out like a shining beacon against the black and gray of the burnt stony shore. While the island may have been a silent and sad place, its bright blue visitor was anything but. The budding explorer Rallis the blue dragon had landed on its shores, searching for adventure. It had been a long time since Crandor had received a guest, though not the first time it had received a draconic one, and that was what brought Rallis here today. The island was home to a dragon, one she intended to meet. Her mind wandered as she dragged her little boat onto the rocks and stashed her map under the seat.

Rallis had been on a few adventures now, eager to see the world after Reldo set her free from his tutelage. She had rescued people from kidnappers, helped restore a tribe to glory (and get some lovely armor to boot), found the world of her dreams and built a house, and much more. Her name began to spread west of the White Wolf Mountains, but she had no title to back her rising fame. She was just a helpful nobody. And so once she returned east of White Wolf, she took her latest mentor's advice and decided to make a name for herself and join the Champions' Guild. That was what brought her to her current situation.

She began to scale the volcanic mountainous island as she thought back to the conversation she had at the Guild that led her here.

Rallis had been exuberantly eager to join the Guild, rushing to fill everything out and join as soon as possible. She wanted to go on adventures and learn things and she wasn't getting anywhere signing sheets! She was told Guild members of all kinds had access to loads of unique information, and she desperately wanted to know more. She could learn where she came from, or maybe even what kind of dragon she was, and so much more! So she had to join, no matter what!

Unfortunately, most people weren't too keen on that idea. She ignored the stares and nasty comments about her appearance the other Guild members gave her as she went through the paperwork process; she was growing used to humans' closed-mindedness and learned to ignore it a bit more every time. And these people would have to get used to her because she was going to join!

When she handed over her application to the Guildmaster at his table, he just laughed in her face.

"You think I'm just going to let some thing like you work here?" He was an unprofessional sot, halfway done with a third drink when it was only a bit after noon. He took another swig of his drink and looked her up and down. "I mean look at you! I'm not in the habit of hiring beasts, no matter how tame they think they are."

"I've gone on adventures before! I know what I'm doing!" Rallis argued. "I did everything right to get here so let me join!"

The Guildmaster growled at her whining. "I don't care if you cured world hunger, I don't want some filthy beast tainting my good establishment! These lads do that enough as is." He smiled as he motioned to the men he was drinking with, Champions no doubt. They looked foul and acted just as badly.

Rallis frowned. "I will join! I'm better than anyone else here, I'll bet!"

The Guildmaster side-eyed her. "Are you willing to put that statement to the test?"

Rallis nodded and he finally turned to give her his full attention.

"Alright then. I'll let you join my Guild if you can do one task for me. It's something I've been saving for a good while now, waiting for just the right person to come along. Won't old Oziach be so excited when I tell him." He stood and strode over to a messy table, searching for a piece of paper and shoved it into Rallis' hands. "You will go to Crandor and slay the dragon Elvarg that calls the place home."

Rallis visibly paled and the crowd by the table whispered and snickered. Her keen hearing let her pick whispers of her not making it back alive, how the dragon would use her bones as toothpicks when it finished eating her, and so on.

"I won't kill a dragon!" Rallis shouted. "That's wrong!"

"The beast is evil. It needs to be slain. It murdered an entire island of people and still continues to kill. The beast is leaving its island and spreading destruction even farther! Sources say it's eyeing all of Karamja to burn next."

"No! There's no such thing as an evil dragon! You humans must have just made it territorial and need to go away. I won't do it!"

"Then get out and stop wasting my time!" He snatched the paper back and sat back down with his drink. "You're obviously not serious about joining, so leave! Champions kill monsters, so if you can't even kill your own kind you won't make it far."

Rallis pouted. "But--"

The Guildmaster slammed his drink on the table. "I don't want to hear 'but!' The beast is mindless and evil and someone needs to kill it! Are you just as mindless? Can't even tell when one of your own turns bad? Or maybe you're too much of a heartless monster to do anything about it and would rather watch the world burn."

Her ears drooped. This wasn't going how she hoped. These people were terrible and she wasn't about to kill a dragon of all things just to please them. That's when an idea popped into her head.

"You want Elvarg gone because they're causing trouble, right? What if I talked to them and told them to stop? Would that count?"

The room went silent before erupting into cacophonous laughter. "You want to talk to Elvarg?!" the Guildmaster howled as he wiped tears out of his eyes. "Oh, that's a new one! What, are you going to break out a tea set and invite the beast for a spot?" He began to laugh again.

"Unlike all of you I can talk to them!" Rallis retorted. "I can find out why they're doing what they're doing and tell them to stop! It can be peaceful!" The table of people were still laughing at her idea. Rallis growled and snatched the paper with the job back. "Tell me, will that work? I make Elvarg no longer a problem and I get to join. No matter how I do it."

The Guildmaster shook his head with a smile. "Sure, you crazy beast! Go for it! I'd say I don't want to hear your complaints when you run back and realize it didn't work, but I'm sure the monster will burn and eat you as well as any human. I doubt I'll be seeing you again." He shooed her away with a dismissive brush of his hand. "Run off to your death now. I've got things to do."

As Rallis scaled the mountain of Crandor, she scowled. That Guildmaster really was a piece of work. She couldn't wait to befriend Elvarg and show him how great they were. Maybe she would even ask the dragon to fly back with her and rub her victory in his face! Her scowl melted into a smile as she thought of all the ways she could befriend the seemingly monstrous dragon.

The closer Rallis neared the top of the volcano, the more destroyed the land became. The beach below, now a minuscule strip of sand from her spot on the mountaintop edge, was dotted with charred old wood from burnt boats and buildings. But up here it was far worse. The entire ground was a pitch black, layers of scorch marks and soot staining the rock forever. Parts of walls and pillars and other stone structures crumbled all around Rallis as she continued to hike higher, until even the rubble faded away into piles of char. The faint remains of human corpses poked out of the debris, just as blackened and burnt as the ruins around them. They melded with the soot until it was impossible to tell if it was the ash of a building underfoot or that of a human. The mountain peak was a shrine of destruction, and it made Rallis wonder just what had happened to make a single dragon this angry.

The darkened skies overhead began to thunder. It would rain soon. The last thing Rallis wanted to be stuck in right now was wet soot and decay. A crude hole acted as the entrance into the volcano up ahead. Rallis dashed in before the rain had a chance to fall.

Before her now was the type of crudely carved tunnel she was used to back home in Taverley, the large rocky caverns that dove deep into the earth. The cavern descended into the mountain, likely all the way to the heart of the volcano itself. The cold whip of wind was replaced with the dry heat of the volcano's interior. Thankfully this wasn't the active part; Rallis didn't have to worry about a misstep into a pool of lava or overheating. She carefully began to make her way into darkness.

The silence was eerie in the tunnels of the volcano. Back home, there was always the sound of some creature or another. Hellhounds yipping over food, the low grumble of sleeping dragons, the skittering of giant spiders over the rocks. But here it was dead silent. Nothing lived here, even the air was dead. The farther Rallis went, the more foreboding that feeling became. Piles of bones slowly began to appear, some new and some old. Scorched human bones and pieces of shredded armor were the most frequent suspects, but there were surprisingly also the remains of various demons laying about. Claw marks and gashes lined the cavern walls, territorial markings no doubt left by the dragon she was looking for. Perhaps the remains were also a warning. Those signs made Rallis hopeful. Perhaps this simply was a case of an overly territorial dragon defending their land. That would be an easy enough issue to solve.

A soft orange glow grew up ahead, a lava flow no doubt, and finally a sound shattered the silence of the caverns. Angry growls and the sound of something large pacing around quietly bounced down the tunnel. Rallis readied her anti-fire shield just in case and stepped into the light. Even she wasn't completely fireproof and she wasn't foolish enough to enter an angry dragon's domain without protection.

The rock tunnel branched paths, it continued in one direction and opened into a wide chamber in the other, and there pacing near the far wall of the open cave was a dragon. It was angrily stomping about and shaking its head as it spoke to itself, occasionally growling and snapping at seemingly nothing. Rallis got as close as she dared and hid behind a row of stalagmites that perfectly separated her and the dragon. She took in the scene, hoping to learn as much as she could of the dragon before her before running up to say hello.

The dragon in question was a green, notoriously the most territorial of the chromatics, which gave further credence to Rallis' theory of people not leaving the poor beast alone. There was even a scorched skeleton of a human who foolishly decided to pay a visit leaning against one of the cavern walls to prove it. The dragon was also female, so perhaps she was a mother. Anything that entered a green dragon mother's domain without permission wound up dead. If that was the case, Rallis had to be extremely careful. Thankfully it seemed Elvarg was all alone here, so that took care of one worry. Elvarg was extremely small for green dragon standards, hardly half the size of Rallis' mother, and she was the skinniest dragon Rallis had ever laid eyes on. Her ribs poked through her sagging green hide and her limbs were thin as sticks. Her wings were shredded from battle and looked one wrong move from being ruined forever. Scars covered the dragon's body, some old and some new, and one particularly long gash ran down her entire left side from her neck to her flank. It wasn't healing well.

Rallis felt awful for the poor dragon. The thing was starving and beaten and probably dying all alone in a dark cave. Just as she was about to reveal and introduce herself, Elvarg stopped speaking to herself and sniffed the air frantically. She roared and stomped closer to where Rallis had hid herself.

"INTRUDER! UNWELCOME!"

Elvarg screeched and blasted the rocky spikes with fire. Rallis rolled out of the way and held her shield up to the flames. Elvarg stopped attacking, surprised at the nature of her unwanted guest, and settled for hissing defensively and flaring her wings intimidatingly.

Still somewhat hiding behind her shield, Rallis quietly introduced herself. "Hello. My name is Rallis. I'm sorry for trespassing, but I came to speak with a dragon named Elvarg. Is that you?"

Elvarg was taken aback for a moment. She hadn't heard something speak Wyvernic to her in a very long time. "Elvarg? I am..." The dragon had to think back, as if her own name was foreign to her. "17? I don't... remember." Elvarg flew into a fit suddenly, lashing her claws out against the rocks and running in circles and she shook her head.

Rallis was immediately concerned. She had never seen a dragon act so wild before. "Then I guess that's the name the humans gave you. Elvarg. But I can call you whatever you like whenever you remember."

Elvarg froze. She glared at Rallis with wide crazed eyes. It made Rallis shiver with dread, the cold insanity and ferality in that gaze. The dragon slowly slunk over, towering over Rallis menacingly despite her small skinny frame. "You... a Master?"

"Excuse me?" Rallis said with a blink of confusion. She received no clarification so she moved on. "Listen, a lot of humans are talking about you all over the world. They say you're an evil dragon that killed lots of people. They say you're still trying to kill lots of people! I don't think you're evil, so I came to see what's wrong. Can you tell me?"

Elvarg blinked and slowly turned away, shuffling deeper into the cave. Something was wrong with the dragon, Rallis could tell. It was like she didn't understand anything being said.

"I saw your prey bones and claw marks. Are they warnings? Do you need things to stay away? You're so thin too. Do you need food? I can help you find a place to hunt where humans won't hurt you and you can start feeling better! What do you need?"

"Need...?" Elvarg thought for a moment before smiling wickedly at Rallis and licking her fangs. "I need... to kill!"

"What?!" Rallis squawked. "No, no you don't! I can make everyone leave you alone so you don't have to fight anymore!"

The dragon didn't seem to want to listen and slowly sauntered back over to Rallis. She backed up with every step the dragon took, until she found herself pinned against a wall. "I... will fight! I will kill! The Master... he wants it! He says I am weak! I am nothing! So I kill everyone! Humans! Brothers! Sisters! I eat them all! I am strong! I show him! I need... I need! To kill everything!"

Rallis horrifiedly shook her head. "No you don't! Dragons don't do that! That's what monsters do and you're not a monster! You're a dragon, a good dragon! Right?" Elvarg snorted and Rallis continued. "I can help you! I'll help you work through whatever you're going through! Get you food, fix your wounds, talk things out. Let me help you get better!"

Elvarg lowered her head and stared eye to eye with Rallis. Rallis had never felt scared of a dragon before today, as this feral green stood nose to nose with her and peered into her very soul with the eyes of a beast gone deep into insanity. She gripped her shield like a safety blanket as the dragon brushed her fangs against Rallis' arms and breathed down her neck as she spoke.

"You... are no Master. You... are prey."

Her scales itched, her feathers flared, every instinct in her immediately told her to run. Rallis threw her shield up and in that split second, Elvarg bit down. The dragon latched onto the shield, howling in fury she hadn't grabbed hold of flesh, and flung Rallis against the row of stalagmites halfway across the room. Her arm wrenched out of the shield straps and nearly dislocated from the force. She smacked hard against the rocks with a thud and a whine, Elvarg crunched the shield in two and spat it aside. Rallis didn't even have the chance to feel if her shoulder was okay as Elvarg immediately followed with an onslaught of dragonfire. Rallis dove behind the stalagmites and hugged the ground, feeling the heat and flames slip through the openings just overhead. The flames stopped just in time for Elvarg to continue with a bone shattering strike, force of her swing crumbling the stalagmites to bits and sending Rallis flying into the open part of the cave. Rallis whined and struggled to stand. For such a small and weakened dragon Elvarg was strong, almost unnaturally so. If she didn't think of a way to get the beast to stop attacking, she wasn't going to live long.

Elvarg reared back and blasted forth another round of dragonfire, the force physically shaking the poor weak dragon's body. Rallis quickly dug into her rune pouch and threw up a barrier of ice to shield her. The two elements clashed, the fire fizzled and the ice cracked, and both exploded from their magical force. Shards of ice zipped through the air and stabbed themselves into the ground, the walls, the ceiling, and both the dragons themselves, while the fire whooshed by and shook the cavern violently.

The green dragon screamed at the shards of ice that found themselves stabbed into her old wounds. Despite the pain and tiredness, Elvarg charged at Rallis again, mouth open wide. Rallis wasn't doing so well either, her shoulder sore, what felt like a couple of ribs broken, and bits of her own ice drilled into her leg and arm. But Elvarg was even worse for wear, and if she could tire the beast out she could continue to talk and make sense with her!

Elvarg's fangs were just overhead, and right as she was about to snap down, Rallis dodged out of the way and unfurled her frozen whip. She wrapped it around Elvarg's mouth, snapping and holding it shut, and leapt onto her neck. The dragon howled, muffled by the fact that her mouth was now held shut, and writhed and flailed like a bucking unicorn. Rallis held tight, hoping the dragon would wear herself out soon.

The dragon furiously rammed herself against the cavern walls, trying to shake Rallis off. The entire room quaked from the force, rocks coming loose and falling all around them. Smears of green and red were left behind as she scraped her scales away with every charge and left herself bloody. "Please, stop!" Rallis tried. "You're hurting yourself!" But the dragon didn't care. There was nothing left to the beast but the mindless desire to kill. No words would stop her. Elvarg flared her wings and caught Rallis off guard as she flew up to the spiked ceiling and slammed her back hard against it. Rallis gasped as she was crushed between the dragon and rocky ceiling and let go of her hold on her unruly mount. She fell to the dirt floor with a nasty thud, Elvarg landing much more neatly and snarling over her. The whip snaked off her snout and coiled at Rallis' side, but she couldn't reach for it. She wasn't expecting a fight like this and was far too beaten to continue defending herself.

She looked up sadly at the feral beast before her and tried once more. "Please calm down! I just want to help! Get ahold of--"

The cavern shook wildly, as if an earthquake had struck. Elvarg lost her footing and fell to the floor alongside Rallis, fury now focused on the earth itself instead of the prey before her. Cracks shattered the wall Elvarg had continued to ram herself against and raced up to the ceiling where she threw herself. Had their fight caused a cave-in?! The stalactites above cracked and rocked precariously until they began to fall all around them along with other parts of the ceiling.

Rallis dragged herself away and held onto a rock for support. Elvarg could hardly move, exhaustion from her antics taking over and leaving her prone in the center of the cave. The quaking began to calm, but not before giving one last hurrah and releasing as much debris to fall down below as it could. Just as Elvarg found the strength to stand once more, one final part of the ceiling caved and fell atop her. Rock shards ripped threw her wings and smacked against her raw bleeding skin. She howled angrily above her, a sound that quickly changed from fury to horror. Rallis realized what was happening all too late. She screamed a warning but no sound came. As she sprinted from the ground to help, there was already nothing she could do. The stalactites overhead began to fall with the debris, right where Elvarg was standing. One ripped through her wing, another chipped a horn, another nearly severed her tail, and one final one ended it all. Her howl choked into a gurgled cry as her scarred raw neck was torn open from the rock above. It slammed her head to the ground and staked it to the spot. She howled and cried as blood poured out of her mouth and throat as she weakly grabbed at the rock, but it wouldn't matter. As the shaking stilled, so did the dragon, until soon everything was dead quiet.

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The Champions' Guild was alive with laughter and partying. It had been a good day and everyone wanted to celebrate. There were drinks, food, and games, and someone was already passed out on the floor, a prime target for pranking. Despite the rain and gloom outside, everyone inside was having the time of their life, their laughter and antics drowning out the thunder above.

The front entrance quietly creaked open as someone entered. No had heard or cared, they were all having far too much fun. It was only when the figure stepped into the main room that anyone gave a notice. Someone elbowed the Guildmaster and pointed to the entrance of the room. There stood Rallis, soaking wet and hastily bandaged and reeking of old wet ash and soot. He smiled like the cocky bastard he was and took a sip of his latest drink.

"The local monster returns! I must say I'm surprised! I thought Elvarg would eat you for sure. Did you come to cry at my feet and beg for a different task? To tell me how you failed and barely made it out alive?"

She silently walked over to him and returned the paper with the job for slaying Elvarg. He smiled knowingly. "Giving u--?"

"Elvarg is dead."

The room went completely silent at those three words. The drinking stopped, the laughter ceased, everyone seemed to sober a little. Everyone turned their gaze to the dragon and the Guildmaster.

"Say that again," the Guildmaster demanded. "I'm sure I misheard you."

"Elvarg. Is. Dead." Rallis said each word through gritted teeth, trying to hold back her sorrow.

Murmurs broke out over the news. "Where is your proof?" the Guildmaster asked. "Anyone could claim the beast is dead but without proof how could I ever believe you? Especially since you were so reluctant to do such an abhorrent act in the first place!"

Rallis slammed her hands on the table and snarled, fangs mere inches from the man's face. She wanted to retch and it wasn't because of the disgusting smell of beer on his breath. "If you don't believe me, you can go to Crandor and look for your damn self! She is dead! I tried to save her and I failed and now she's dead! I'm done with your stupid initiation. I did what you asked and I won't do more! If you want to bother the dead, you go see her. I just came to tell you it's done."

Without another word, she turned tail and stomped back out into the rain, leaving everyone wondering if the beast of Crandor was truly gone just like that.

Perhaps a week later, Rallis received a letter confirming her entrance into the Champions' Guild. It was even addressed to "Rallis, the Hero of Crandor." She snarled at the paper and burned it. That was no title she wanted part of. People would certainly hail her as a hero, but she just saw herself as a failure, unable to help a single dragon. She should have been excited; her adventuring career could finally begin! Helping people, exploring the world, gaining knowledge, and learning about herself! But all she could think of was what had happened to get here, and it left her wondering how she was going to handle whatever came next.

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