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celestialdragoncookie · 2 months ago

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Can I request another Yandere Three brothers, but the twist is that Y/N is a Cookie Phoenix with a crown of 5 (fire) gems/stone, the left one is red, orange, yellow, white, and the right one is blue (the reason why is bc that's how I think how powerful the fire is, and blue is currently the most powerful one, and this is true too, I searched it from goggle)

So I my idea is that, Y/N was a hybrid Cookie-Phoenix that was newly turn, and to be more powerful, they must collect all of the fire gems/stones to be more powerful, since in my au, (I created this btw), it's the extension of their (fire) abilities and control, and Y/N is a bit oblivious of the Three brothers, except Dark Cacao cookie, since he's the ruler of the kingdom, and they had already almost all of them... They just needed the rarest... Which was the purple one, but the problem is that it was in the Dark Cacao kingdom, so they disguise themselves as a maid to get it, (btw, Dark Cacao cookie Soul Jam and the Purple fire stones is a bit different, but the colors are exactly the same, and the fire stones shape are pearl shaped), although, they eventually knew her secrets, due to how warm and her eyes we're, which made them intrigued, but she didn't realize it until it was too late

And you can do the rest, either she was captured by them or kidnapped, or whatever you'll like :D

"Uncaged Freedom" Yandere Three brothers x Hybrid Phoenix Reader:

Eons have passed after that fateful, phoenix kind on the blink of extinction as the lady of fate felt pity for the ruler of the sky's shines once again as the egg was created where the sunrays always fall. The egg hatched after thousand of years, as the fetching named herself as Y/N also known as Y/N cookie. The last note from the elder provided the information for the revival of the once great clan, for that purpose she has to explore and find forth mystical blazing five fire pearls. These mystical Pearls said to be the tears of the first divine ancestral phoenix born from collision of the thousand planets, after the ancestor fall the clan began to decline. So one by one, Y/N cookie managed to collect four fire pearls blue,green, yellow and red as the whereabouts of the last pearl was unknown but she managed to hear rumors of mysterious purple gem hidden in dark cacao kingdom. You knew about the legend of five ancient heros chosen by the soul jams, but you only heard about dark cacao cookie infamous of being stoic, serious cold and strict nobody has ever taken out his softer side of his nobody ever did as he rarely took it out.

So you decided to take a gamble by applying for the maid job being offered by the king himself. And after few days letter of requirement has arrived which you gave triumph cry, you ready yourself hiding your phoenix features dressing yourself neatly. On your first day, you were given a post to wash dirty clothes of the warriors during those days you struggle in tough chores, had to face typical maids bullying but that didn't remove the kindle flames of determination inside you, as burning in determination to complete your task unknown to you a sudden presence was spying on you within the darkness chuckle to yourself before disappearing. During night you accidentally tried to sneak inside the kings chambers to see the rare purple gem, but due to your bad luck a dirty rag clasp on your head as sea of unconscious captured your mind. After several hours, you woke up chained to the hard metal as soft clasp could be heard you in drippy state look around your surroundings only to see in a cage as the features tried so hard not to be judged were exposed. Your eyes filled with tears clasping on your beautiful face, heart thumping in fear, loneness especially phobia of dark. Suddenly within the dark three pair of glowing slit eyes look at you one dark bloody crimson, one magenta and the other tulip purple eyes as you managed to recognized the purple one as it seems to be the royal trait of the king himself.

" Hahaha well well 'clapping' looks like your in tight situation my dear Birdy that kimono looks good on you my ' dearest maid'"

His tone was more sickening sweet as viper coil around your dough ready to take a bite, he revealing himself really shocked you because you never heard nor seen him believing the king was a loner. The king sees your confused expression rolled his eyes replies with gruff hoarse voice " no that's not what your thinking maid, this useless cookie here is my biological brother not lover".

The unknown cookie made a disgusted expression and pose he gruff said " ewww who wants to be you, if I had type of girlfriend like you I would burf in disgust". Dark cacao cookie tempted to punch his arrogant face but he didn't want to startled you so he drank it all up. Suddenly another cookie showed himself from the shadows as he was illegal copy of dark cacao cookie himself but with more white hair and black streaks along with dragon features as his blood crimson eyes with black slits glows with unholy desires. He gave a toothy grin circle around the cage poking her dough turned towards his brothers" I guess you weren't that useless after all".

Demonos Cacao cookie really wanted to rip that smug grin from his face but he grip inside that temptation. He growls in annoyance really pissed off as dark cacao cookie replies " you really wanted to piss me off don't you elder brother". The said brother ignoring him turned his attention to frightened you, clutching your whole body to yourself shivering in fear in stutter voice" pleas.....e pleas....e don't hurt me I really didn't want to steal your soul jam I promise".

Dark cacao cookie interigued said " I wasn't mad about stealing my soul jam besides I.... Emm we didn't impression you here for charges of theft". Hearing from the kings mouth your eyes brightened in relief said " really, are you going to set me free?". The three brothers look at each other before giving a devilish smirk " of course young lady your free to go". As dark cacao cookie opened the cage setting you free, flapping your wings bowing in gesture of gratitude " thank you so much..... I?" Suddenly she felt wobbly as her whole dough felt soggy falling to her knees with wide eyes look at the smirking three brothers in fear asked " why what did you just do?". Demonos Cacao cookie smiles " my brother said that your free of charge of theft but he didn't said your free to leave this kingdom hahah as he laughs with hint of obsession in his eyes continues " your too cute to been set free, it said that birds without it's wings will lost its freedom". His magenta eyes falls on your beautiful wings while you shudder in fear your whole body, dough was screaming at you leave this hell this place ran far away from these monsters but due to paralysis effects you couldn't move an inch. Suddenly a breath from behind hit your cheek said " you wouldn't be needing these anymore". As sounds of being ripped as it felt like flesh and bones are forcefully ripped from the body. You scream in pain before falling on the stone cold ground as tears pools from your eyes, look up to see your shredded beautiful wings soaked in strawberry jam in the hands of the king of a monster with menacing smile seems to please with his action. Before falling unconscious you saw the manipulative and please smile of the elder brother himself hearing his dark soothing voice " Oh! Don't worry my dear phoenix, we will take good 'care' of you hahaha".

You mumble as the abyss of unconscious grasping your mind " You psycho monsters". At last your now had fallen into the claws of the three kidnappers and they wouldn't be letting you go anywhere, as the freedom you held so dear has been now caged due to your ignorance and arrogance.

I forgotten to add her

#crk oc art #crk fanart #cr kingdom #yandere three brothers x reader #dark cacao cookie #dark dragon cacao cookie #demonos cacao cookie #crk x reader

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rhapsodynew · 1 month ago

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#history of rock music

On November 13, 1970, Syd Barrett's second studio album "Barrett" was released.

Note that the work was generally in a hurry: the Floyd team continued to work on Atom Heart Mother, touring interfered with the studio schedule every now and then — there was simply no time to hone the songs, and Barrett himself, as we remember, was against long rehearsals. Sometimes haste led to serious mistakes — for example, one day Dave took home master tapes with two songs to listen and decide whether these options would be included in the album; the next day the band went to a concert, and Gilmore simply forgot to return the tape to the studio. As for Sid, sometimes they played absolutely magical things, and sometimes they were unable to give out anything meaningful at all (for example, the song Gigolo Auntie Gigolo was recorded only from the 15th time). He phrased his comments as if he were describing paintings rather than music: "Maybe we could make the middle darker and the end a little noonday. It's too windy and frosty right now."

I must say, the record begins intriguingly — with a long solo by Sid before the song Baby Lemonade ("A little bottle of lemonade" is an outdated expression). Subsequently, it turned out that Sid was just warming up — the solo had nothing to do with the song, David had already added it there, considering it quite suitable. The lyrics are full of extravagant phrases like "I sent you an iron cage by mail" or about "A watch washed in a washing machine" — but overall the song sounds pretty strong. The solo is simply brilliant — what kind of shape Sid could be in and how at ease he could play!

It is followed by a downright beautiful and almost Beatle Love Song, decorated with stylish Rick Wright keys - a love song in which there are no fabulous, witty or scabrous lines (except that "I'll lower my head and see what I see"). The musicians also succeeded in Dominoes, a meditative story about how Sid spends time with a certain girl, to whom the song is dedicated, playing dominoes. The song has a distinctly bluesy undertone — there is something of Doors in it - and besides, it is decorated with a reverse solo by Sid. However, everything is not so simple: it turned out that at some point Gilmore was so exhausted that he naturally felt like his roof was going away, and automatically started recording an almost finished song backwards. The next thing he remembered of that evening was Sid playing a delightful solo and never getting it right, and pressing the record button. That's how it was included on the album — because Barrett didn't squeeze out another note about it. Against this background, the fragment forgotten in the finished mix, where Sid clears his throat, is already taken for granted.

Alas, the feeling does not last long on the album, as if this time Sid's associates had found an approach to him and solid ground under their feet. It Is Obvious ("It's obvious") is an extremely loose song in which Sid plays exactly two chords and recites lines in an incredibly low voice, which still have a hint of something magical, but in general the text is saturated with longing and despair. Rats ("Rats") It grew out of jam, to which Sid came up with a somewhat manic text on the go. To be honest, maybe it would have been better if she had remained a jam. As well as the closing side of Maisie, there is another, now blues jam, over which Sid speaks, sniffles, giggles and makes other inarticulate sounds. All that can be said about this track is look at Sid playing the blues (which is not surprising, knowing the origin of the band's name), while Pink Floyd quite rarely turned to this genre.

Suddenly, on the second side (how many people got there), a quite tolerable Gigolo Aunt is discovered. The lyrics here, of course, are nothing more than sweet carefree nonsense, but at least it feels like a song. I would like to comb my hair a little and... but at least stop. Unless it's unknown why it's been going on for so long — is it really just to preserve the priceless fragments of Sid's game on film as much as possible?

Waving my arms in the air — well, while Sid is waving his arms in the air in another song, mine are sinking, because it's impossible to describe. This is a good preparation for a cute song about this and that, in which there is a minimum of certainty ("no one will strain too much, there will be many things that we can do") and the obligatory naive question at the end ("Why am I here? What is destined to happen?"), but no more.

I don't know if it's worth saying anything about the remaining recordings. I Never Lied to You ("I Never Lied to you") is another song about longing and separation, in which the musicians frantically try to play along with the author of the album, as if on the move. Wined and Dined ("Dined with Wine") is based on a cute riff that Sid handles quite confidently throughout the recording. Gilmore is known to play solo here. In general, we must admit that it is quite neatly recorded — the instruments complement each other well, and the omissions in their parts form a complete sound picture. The song Wolfpack ("Wolf Pack") Sid named among his favorites — perhaps the lyrics are really good, but the sound ... hug and cry. He is perfectly described by a comment from a certain fan of the song:

— Sid: Trying to sing normally — The pack in formation

— Little gremlin in a side head: thE PACK IN FORMATIIIOOOON!

Oh, Sid, which one of them is the real you?

And this piece ends with a song called Effervescing elephant ("Effervescent Elephant"). Here we must honestly admit that we have a brilliant text in front of us. This is an absolutely delightful fairy tale, quite in the spirit of Sid's enthusiastic English absurdity — but it also sounds like a demo at best; and it's great that Vic Savell played the tuba here. It was very convenient.

It's a painful feeling, isn't it?

Maybe it was worth choosing more or less finished things and putting together one of the two albums. Who knows? What is destined to happen?

So that's what happened when the talented English kid Syd Barrett returned to the studio to record some songs a few trips later. This time, Sid's own drawing is used on the cover — he painted these charming creatures a few years earlier during his studies. If you look closely, it turns out that all these winged creatures are beetles. On the reverse side, a picture of Mick Rock with the same Pontiac Parisienne is used. Interestingly, Mick Rock is not listed in the credits of the album, and in general Hipgnosis's involvement in this art is not noted anywhere, but pay attention to the inscription of the author's name and the album title on the backdrop! Practically Bond)

The album was released on November 14 and was met with restraint, if not coldly. He did not manage to become a little more afternoon, as poor Sid wanted. The album did not hit any charts and achieved nothing — the more surprising that even after such a result, Sid had to comment on rumors about the third album and new singles for some time (however, oddly enough, Barrett became more successful from a commercial point of view than Madcap). Answering reporters' questions, Barrett reasoned unexpectedly sensibly: he dismissed all rumors about the third album, saying that the songs for recording must meet a certain standard — and if there are a couple of decent ones on "Madman", then on the second album there are only echoes. Perhaps there is nothing more to add — after 1970, Syd Barrett did not record anything.

As for the rest of the Floyd's, Roger Waters, for example, continued his collaboration with Ron Gisin and recorded the soundtrack to the film "The Body" with him. In particular, there is a composition called… Breathe!

Let's just note that all four Floyd members took part in the recording of the final song — Give Birth To A Smile ("Give Life To a Smile"); this is the rarest case when one of the other band members went to participate in Roger's activities unrelated to the band (not to mention the whole band — by the way, the participation of David, Nick and Rick is not noted in any way in the design of the album). In general, we mention this work because we need to fix it: in 1970, the Floyd's, despite the release of the first album in the band's discography, which took first place in the charts, were engaged in very different things. Nick Mason, thanks to Ron Gisin, immersed himself in producing, Wright and Gilmore, too, but thanks to Sid. Gilmore, Wright and Waters wrote one track per year for their own band — the title suite does not contain many personal contributions from Floyd's band. So, while the others were producing, Waters wrote songs: there are four of them on Music from The Body — Sea Shell and Stone, Chain of Life, Breathe and Give Birth to a Smile. He also released a concept album in which the tracks merge into each other — and this album was even released on vinyl with a transparent anatomical mannequin on the cover.

Pink Floyd spent the rest of the year on endless, exhausting tours. Therefore, when they returned to the studio in January 1971 — it was time to make a new album — the four guys found that they had absolutely nothing to record.

#history of rock music #Syd Barrett #psychedelic pop #acid rock #experimental rock #Pink Floyd #progressive rock #art rock #space rock #music #my music #music love #musica #history music #spotify #rock music #rock #rock photography #my spotify

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spicythistlesatdawn · 21 days ago

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If dark stories aren't your taste please skip this one

Pairings: poly!141 x oc (Thistle)

CW: torture, ptsd, inaccurate medical and military stuff. dead dove do not eat. Angst. I am literally planning to hurt your feelings with this one. There will be some comfort because I'll be hurting my own feelings to write this as well

This fic has to do with how Thistle met 141 and why she's with them.

"Ach, cannea believe it's been six feckin years cartin yer ass aboot with us," Soap was slurring slightly, the third pint he'd been nursing was loosely gripped as he looked at Thistle. The dark-haired woman frowned and mulled that over. Six fuckin years. That was a long time to know people. It'd been five years of living with them, and four that the five of them had agreed to a tentative relationship. Today, they were celebrating her "birthday".

"Six years to the day," she said softly, watching how Simon settled into the booth and crowded Johnny closer to the middle. Keep the little shit from sprinting off as he tended to the deeper into his beer he got. Gaz was on her right, leaning his head on her shoulder as he simply mellowed out with the buzz in his veins and humming to whatever little tune played in his mind. Currently Hot to Go was the favorite of the hour.

"Does bein a year older feel much better this time 'round?" Simon asked as he hooked his arm around Johnny, the younger man mumbling something a tad incoherent. There was something to be said for this night, with each passing year the memories faded just a little more.

The room she was locked in was cold, dark. The only sound she could hear was an insistent drip of water meant to drive her out of her own head. There had been screaming earlier. Her throat was raw, so maybe it had been her screaming. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember much currently. Shifting from the spot she had taken on her knees, a strangled noise left her. She must have been in this position for a while. Her knees had locked, and the slices up her right thigh had crusted over. Her entire left thigh felt like flames were eating at it, deep divots having been taken out of the flesh. She knew better than to make a noise, and noises made them mad.

"-le. Thistle." Her head snapped up, mind pulling from the trenches as she blinked rapidly. Price was staring at her now, concern etching even more wrinkles into that handsome face. "You with it, lovie?"

"Aye... yeah. I'm here, Cap..." she was not with it. Too much alcohol, it was wearing her mind down. Nagging at dormant memories. "The youngins look like they need carried home." She said even if she was barely older than Soap and Gaz by three years. The thirty year old numpties were by classification: lightweights. Soap more than Gaz.

Gaz was currently playing with her free hand, admiring the scars over her knuckles and on her fingertips as he flipped it over. To and fro. She turned her head and nuzzled her nose into the twists she had pain stakingly helped him manage over the last two months. "M'not in need of carryin' lovie..." he murmured tiredly. Giving a blissful sigh when Price pressed into his other side. Thistle was effectively caged in by her four burly men and felt an odd peace settle in her shoulders.

They'd managed to get everyone home, Kyle and Soap had been placed in a shared room with the ensuite bathroom in case the poor fuckers puked. Simon and John took the other shared bedroom down the hallway, and Thistle was curled up on the couch. She wasn't ready to crawl into bed, and while it irritated Price, Si seemed to understand. This day wasn't exactly easy. On this very day, they'd found her, lost, broken, couldn't even remember her own name.

It was raining the men who'd been in charge of "cleaning" her were being loud. Sneering something at her. Something she couldn't understand because she didn't know what language they spoke in. When they manhandled her to clean her, she didn't fight, said nothing, she was a limp doll. The limp doll was still kicked around. Spat on. Demeaned and degraded. It had been like this for so long. She didn't even have the strength anymore to scratch a line into the wall. She couldn't even remember why in the world she was scratching into the wall. What the lines meant. The only thought in her pretty battered little head was her favorite weed. The one that stung and bit and left pain in ones fingers for days. A simple little Thistle.

Head empty. It's quiet. There used to be more screaming, but she couldn't say when that had been. How many voices there might have been. Someone had been screaming a name, "Kassandra!!". That was dangerous. Names are weapons and knowledge that let's someone dig deeper. Sink their twisted claws into your skull. Rip it open and sip at your own personal being. It felt like someone was ripping into skin. The stench of blood was clogging her nose. Head empty. No thoughts.

She jerked hard in someone's arms when she was scooped up. Her fist flew before her brain could register the arms that held her. Gaz let out a yelp and dropped Thistle when she blinked her eyes open she saw the poor man cupping his nose. She could smell blood and had to smack a hand over her mouth. Turning away from the poor man as he backed away. Whining about his nose. "Mah nose... jesuhs fuck.."

"Christ, Thistle, what did ye do to poor Kyle?" Thistle wasn't able to respond, vaulting herself over the couch because her stomach would not fucking stop rolling. She was heaving now because she'd seen the crimson on Gaz's dark skin. Had caught another whiff of that vile copper. She didn't make it to a bathroom. Hands and knees wretching on the floor as Soap called for Price.

Distantly, Thistle was aware of more feet. Heavier steps. Someone calling her. Hands and knees, heaving until her stomach was emptied. Head throbbing.

Price was there in an instant, scooping up Thistle. Speaking lowly to Soap to get Kyle to the guest bathroom to clean up. He was aware of the way that Thistle went limp when he scooped her up. Clutching her that much closer as he took her to the master bedroom. Simon had put himself on clean-up duty in the end. Getting the rags and the scented cleaning supplies. Anything but bleach, knowing the lingering burn of it would make matters worse once Price managed to bring Thistle back to them.

"I didn't mean to startle her so bad.. I just wanted to bring her to bed with Tav and I," Simon listened quietly as Gaz explained softly. Johnny was currently in the process of starting laundry for Gaz. Making sure all signs of blood had been scrubbed away. She'd gotten Gaz pretty good with her flailing arm. He was touching his sore nose gingerly and looking it over with a down turn of his full lips.

"You know she'll be pleadin f'r forgiveness the moment she sees ya. Won't let you take none o' the blame," Simon soothed gently. They'd all startled her at one point or another. Hell, he'd scared the daylights out of her so badly once he was sporting a stab wound in his thigh. Gaz looked right wrankled about it, though. To some extent, the man was reasonably upset that he'd been whacked hard enough that now his nose looked slightly puffy, and his eye lids looked like he'd taken the brunt of a fist. But he was also beating himself up for scaring their Thistle so badly. None of them could actually predict when Thistle would come out of it. Price had gotten her bathed, dressed, and into the master bed. She'd yet to respond to the soft plea of their captain.

It's cold again. Her toes are sinking into snow, and she's running. Someone made a mistake. Someone left the door open. She'd been so motionless for so long. Nothing but a pile of mutilated flesh and blood. Reeking of infection and so still. The copper tang of blood clogged her nose. Not even fresh snow could clean it. Not even water when she fell through the river. Body shaking and mind reeling. Where was she. Who was she. Was this real? It must be. Red was staining the snow where she lay. Spreading its cruel tendrils and using her life force to soak into the soil. If she died here, she hoped thistles would bloom. She prayed that thistles would bloom in the hearts of those who wasted her blood. Wasted the blood of faces she no longer had a name to.

"Cap! Steamin' Jesus... Cap we goot a boady!"

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Feck it. This is part 1 my guys.

:) swearsies there'll be more.

#simon ghost riley #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #oc #thistle will be the menace to society!!#cod mw2 #fanfic #long reads #original character #trauma bonded freaks #angst #this has taken me a desperately long time #will be a solid minute before i work on a long fic again #why do i torture myself like this #the tism #thats why

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 8 months ago

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Request: Velvet and Eleanor reacting to Magilou flirting with their younger sibling (the reader) right in front of them.

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet and Eleanor reacting to Sibling!Reader getting flirted with

To quote our lord Steve Harvey, "KILL"

Velvet was always protective of Laphicet and (Y/N), even before she became a daemon.

And since (Y/N) was the last person Velvet had in her life, she wasn't going to let anything hurt them.

Even beyond just protecting them from harm, her big sister instincts still remained.

Which meant especially that people trying to engage romantically with (Y/N) was signing their death warrant.

And so enters: The Magilou.

(Y/N) was in the middle of preparing dinner for the night before hearing footsteps approach them.

(Y/N) "Hey, whoever that is, could you pass me the ladle? I need to do a taste test."

(Magilou) "Oh, here you go, dear (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) "...Oh no-"

Magilou hopped in front of them, dramatically extending her hands upwards to the sky, ladle in hand.

(Magilou) "Fear not, for I, the great Magilou, will help prepare a dish fit for the gods above!"

(Y/N) "Respectfully Magilou, I don't need help. Velvet taught me everything I need to know about cooking."

(Magilou) "Surely you jest! There's nothing Velvet can do that I cannot perform better!"

She leaned in close to them with a smirk.

(Magilou) "In fact, ignore your sister for a moment and listen to my advice! You may even win my heart, should you perform well enough!"

(Y/N) "I...doubt that.-"

(Magilou) "WHAT?! Am I not the prettiest woman you have ever laid eyes on?! How can you resist such alluring charms?!"

(Y/N) "Listening to you speak, for one-"

(Magilou) "Psh! It seems a foul mouth runs in the family-"

Suddenly, a young voice came from behind the two.

(Laphicet) "VELVET! MAGILOU IS PICKING ON (Y/N)!"

(Magilou) "What the-HANG ON YA LITTLE TYKE! I WAS JUST-"

Before the three of them could even blink, Velvet closed the distance from seemingly nowhere

Magilou fumbled with the ladle in genuine shock as Velvet began speaking.

Magilou backed off in fear, hiding behind (Y/N).

(Magilou) "H-Hang on now! I was just playing around, it was a goof! It was a gag!"

(Laphicet) "That's not what I heard! You said that both Velvet and (Y/N) had a foul mouth!"

(Magilou) "And you have a loose one, ratting me out like this!"

Velvet grabbed the ladle from the floor, and hit Magilou over the head with it.

Saying nothing else, she scooted Laphicet to sit next to (Y/N) before crouching down and turning to her sibling with a softer expression.

(Y/N) "Sis, you don't have to end Magilou, it's nothing she hasn't done before. And thanks to you too, Laphicet."

Laphicet nodded with a big smile as well.

(Laphicet) "Mhm!...Oh, we need to clean the ladle now!"

(Velvet) "Yeah. Give me a sec and we'll see how you did on the soup."

Magilou rubbed her injury, muttering to herself.

(Magilou) "Freakin' sister complex-"

(Velvet) "I heard that."

Eleanor was completely against (Y/N) joining her as she chased Velvet and her group, but the Abbey had decreed it so.

Which resulted in both of them being taken as "prisoners".

She feared for their lives, but she didn't realize that she also had to fear for their love life.

And she sure as hell would not let (Y/N) date anyone from this group of misfits.

Especially a certain one.

Well, two, actually. But Velvet didn't really seem to care about dating, thank god.

Neither did option one, but that didn't stop her from being an absolute nusiance.

(Magilou) "(Y/N)!"

(Y/N) was offput by her sudden arrival, considering that they were just in their room thinking.

(Y/N) "What the- Why did you kick open my door?!"

(Magilou) "How can our days be brightened without the young exorcist's beloved sibling? Instead of being with us, you are cooped up in your room!"

(Y/N) "E-Eleanor told me to stay here for a little bit. I'm not exactly inclined to against her wishes-"

(Magilou) "Ah, but you are shackled in here, like a bird in a cage! You must let your wings spread out and fly, little dove!"

(Y/N) "I think I'm good, thanks-"

(Magilou) "Y'know, listening to your big sister all the time will leave you maidenless for the rest of your life! She'll shield you from all the joys and wonders of the world!"

(Y/N) "I'm not doing your laundry, Magilou. And neither is Eleanor!"

(Magilou) "Fine, I'll just have to put on my dazzling magics to get you to see reason-"

(Eleanor) "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!"

Eleanor stomped towards Magilou, shoving her outside the room before standing at the doorframe, arms crossed.

(Eleanor) "Do not engage my little brother/sister in your tomfoolery! I will not allow it!"

(Magilou) "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about! Eleanor will prevent any kind of love from blossoming-"

(Eleanor) "BE QUIET!"

She turned to (Y/N), getting even more flustered and angry.

(Y/N) "I don't think any other person will be like Magilou...I-I hope."

(Magilou) "Hmph! Both of you don't know a true dazzler when you see one-"

(Eleanor) "All I see is someone trying to leech off my sibling just to get their laundry done!"

(Magilou) "Why does everyone assume that I'm just here for my stinking clothes?! Can't I be here for romance, drama, or even anything else?!"

(Y/N) and Eleanor glared at Magilou.

(Magilou) "And for your information, I was here to recruit either of you to make dinner instead of me!"

(Y/N & Eleanor) "GET OUT!"

#platonic x reader #tales of berseria x reader #tales of berseria imagines #tales of berseria headcanons #velvet crowe x reader #eleanor hume x reader #velvet crowe #eleanor hume #magilou mayvin

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farity · 2 years ago

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Insufferable

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond realizes his sister’s best friend is being considered for a political marriage

Warnings: Smut

“I can take them back, you know I will be careful with them.”

“Of course, you are one of the few people who loves them as much as I do,” Helaena smiled at you. “I will say good night to the children. Much will change tonight.”

You didn’t exactly love the insects and other small animals she was so fond of, but you were careful and considerate with them. They were important to your friend so you took good care of them in her stead. You carried the small cages back to the shed and began putting them on the shelves as Helaena preferred.

When you turned, you were surprised to see her brother Aemond standing there. “My lady.”

“Prince Aemond,” you curtsied, “the queen has gone to put her children to bed, is there something I can help you with?”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “I hear there is a gathering tomorrow afternoon. Three suitors vying for a certain lady’s hand.” There was an undertone of bitterness to his voice and you wondered at it.

“Yes, it is time for me to marry,” you replied.

“And you will accept any of them?”

You walked to the flower table, where various cut flowers were leftover from that morning’s stroll in the garden. “I will accept whoever father chooses for me.” Because the one man you really wanted for your husband did not seem to know you existed other than to ask you where his sister was.

When he said nothing, you turned. There was anger in his gaze and he took a step toward the table. “You will accept it so easily. Someone else’s choice.”

“Father will make a good choice,” you continued, not really sure where this odd conversation was headed. “He would not choose someone I would despise.”

“Are you sure about that?”

You smiled at the prince, but his expression didn’t change. “Yes. Father wants a good alliance but he also loves me and would not choose someone insufferable, or cruel.”

Aemond scoffed at your words. “So as long as they are not insufferable or cruel, they’re a good match?”

“Prince Aemond, I do wonder at all these questions,” you were beginning to lose your patience. “You must know what political marriages are, I consider myself lucky in that father is in a position to choose from various possibilities. Mmm, this one is lovely,” you held a pale yellow bloom close to your nose, inhaling its delicate scent before it was taken from your hand. “Oh!”

He was holding the yellow flower to his nose now, considering its scent before he put it down.

Truly, he was behaving very oddly.

You picked up another flower, this one a deep magenta, and held it to your nose. “No, don’t like this one.”

Again he took it from you and again he held it to his nose before putting it down. Then he walked around you until he was standing in front of you.

“I have known you for a while, my lady,” he said softly, “and by now, I know what my favorite scent is.” He leaned in until his nose was very close to your cheek.

You held your breath, and he moved until his nose was below your ear. You felt his hands on your hips and he pulled you closer. You let out your breath as he lightly brushed his lips on your neck. He continued traveling down the edge of your neckline until he reached the swell of one breast and again, lightly brushed his lips back and forth over the exposed skin.

“Prince Aemond,” you whispered, “this is most improper.”

He pulled back, looked down at you. “How improper?”

You studied his face, usually so unreadable. “What you are doing is a, uh, a lover’s caress, and,” you swallowed, wondering why you had to explain why his mouth on your breast was inappropriate, “no one has ever, uh, I mean, I have never allowed-”

“Is this a lover’s caress?” He brought a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin.

Your whisper was almost inaudible. “Yes.”

His hand slid down to your chin, lifting your face to his. “Yet we are not lovers.”

You placed your hands on his chest. Mistake number one.

Looked up at his eye, blue fury bearing down on you. Mistake number two.

Your gaze dropped to his mouth. Mistake number three.

Reaching up, you did something you had dreamed of for years, and wrapped your hand around his hair, bringing his mouth down to yours. You felt him inhale in surprise in that split second before his lips touched yours, and then he brought his hands down to your bottom, pulling you sharply against him.

You felt him raise you to sit on the edge of the table, making space for himself between your thighs. You knew where this was going, you knew if found, you would be ruined, and yet you held on as he fumbled with the laces on his breeches. Your other hand caressed his cheek while he kissed you, the taste of him one you would never forget.

You felt him nudging against you, knew that if you wanted him to stop then you needed to speak up now.

Instead, you curled a leg around his hip and felt him start entering you. He took his time, going slowly before finally snapping his hips, and you gasped against his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “it should not hurt for much longer.”

You knew this, had been told what took place between a man and a woman, and knew what it meant. Instead of shame you felt a surge of joy fill you, for it meant you were his. Even if you married someone else, you would have belonged to him first. You pushed aside the thought of your marriage, curling your other leg around him as he moved within you.

“My lady,” he murmured, kissing your neck as he started moving faster. hips pumping while you held on, “I have wanted you for so long.”

His words puzzled you, but there was something happening, an ache that had blossomed into need low in your belly, and you rocked your hips, seeking more.

“Yes,” Aemond whispered, “just like that.”

Encouraged, you rocked your hips again and felt yourself fluttering around him, something wondrous almost within your grasp. Aemond grabbed one of your legs, raising it higher around his side and the change in angle made you gasp. You were so close, and then everything began to go blurry and you felt the most delightful pleasure you had ever felt in your life. It pulsed through your body, and you almost swooned in his arms. You felt him kiss your temple, and as you were coming down from your incredible high, you felt him reach his own, holding you tightly against him.

It took you both several moments to recover, him gently withdrawing from you as you readjusted your skirts and stepped down from the table.

“I must go,” you said, not wanting to go through some embarrassing and probably awkward farewell conversation.

“You will not marry any of them.”

You looked up at Aemond. “What?”

He began tying the laces on his breeches, then dropped them. “Unless you fall madly in love with one of them, that is,” he smirked, “unless one of them is so not-cruel and not-insufferable you cannot possibly resist their suit.”

“Prince Aemond, I am well aware of what we have just done, as I am well aware that it does not make for any obligation on your part.”

He slapped his hands on either side of you, gripping the edges of the table where he had just had you. “It is not obligation, my lady, that compels me to repeat how long I have wanted you. And not just to have you.”

You waited, the intensity in his eye pinning you in place.

“Do you really think I am not aware of where my sister is at any given time? She has the same routine every single day. I have been remiss, it seems, in making my feelings known, and have let it get this far until it was clear that I was going to lose you, but-”

You grabbed him and kissed him, interrupting him, and he wrapped his arms around you, not letting go for a long time.

Eventually you pulled back. “You truly have left it to the last minute, Prince Aemond.”

“Aemond.”

You smiled. “Aemond.”

He smirked again. “We can send ravens and let the suitors know the gathering tomorrow is cancelled.” He kissed your hand. “If you will have me for your husband.”

Your smile grew, “well, you are very much not-cruel.”

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minniethemoocherda · 5 months ago

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You Are The Weapon I Choose: Chapter 2

A/N: I've seen Deadpool & Wolverine now and OMG??!!!! And thanks again to @pkmndaisuki for being my beta reader! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

The ride back in the blackbird was one of the most awkward of Morph's life.

The girl -Laura- still hadn't woken up yet from whatever had been forced into her body.

Outside of that tank, Morph noticed how the definition of her young muscles were sunken against skin that wad almost as grey as there's. Her body had been trained but it must have also rarely been allowed to see the sun.

It was no wonder why Logan refused to let go of her. That infamous animalistic urge to protect on full alert. Even as Beast clearly wanted to check her over.

"We can't help her if we can't touch her." Morph remined Logan, as the only one currently being allowed to talk to him without getting stabbed. They placed a hand on his shoulder, and despite being over thirty thousand feet in the air, through the blood strained yellow of his costume they could feel themselves grounding him back to reality.

Logan jerked a nod. Although he still refused to let go of the girl.

Cautious yet curious Beast did his best to examine Laura, detecting no obvious wounds recent or otherwise leading further evidence to the theory that everyone had already come to.

Then Beast jammed a needle into her arm and all hell broke loose.

If Beast wasn’t so used to getting the fuck out of dodge when a previously unconsciousness Wolverine starts swiping at him, he'd have gotten his arm slashed off.

Laura sprung free of Logan's grasp. She crouched on the blackbird floor, claws drawn and teeth bared in a snarl.

For a moment nobody moved.

Then Laura leapt for the controls.

Storm was flying the plane. Scott's powers were useless on it. Rogue couldn't get close enough to use her powers without getting stabbed first. And Beast didn't fancy getting swiped again.

So Jean thrust Laura back towards Logan. He grabbed her around the middle. Her claws shredded through Logan's skin faster than he could heal. The blackbird's black floor was soon stained red as Laura screamed and thrashed at the group of strangers that taken her from the only concept of a home she had ever known.

Morph didn't want to cause Laura any more pain then she had already been through. But not everyone had a healing ability that would allow them to survive a crash. So they shifted into Luke Cage, their skin now impenetrable to her claws as they helped Logan to keep her from stabbing the plane's metal.

In the end Jean had to blast her brain to knock the girl out and Morph couldn't even be mad at her for it.

The blood sample Beast had nearly gotten them all killed over, revealed what they had all expected. That Laura was Logan's kid. Albeit as a clone as opposed to the traditional method.

Which raised a whole new bunch of questions on who these people were and what else they had done.

But that didn't matter right now.

The priority was Laura.

Who had made another escape attempt when they had arrived back at the mansion in the early hours of the morning. Thankfully a telepathic conversation with the professor had appeared to convince her that they weren't going to treat her however those previous people had.

Morph, along with the others had come to the collective conclusion to give Laura and Logan space for the rest of the day.

Morph heard the numerous crashes and yells from all areas of the mansion for the rest of the day but the place hadn't burnt down yet so they assumed the pair of them were doing alright.

It had also given them more time to come to terms with the fact that Logan had a kid now because holy shit Logan had a kid now!

Which given the fact that the guy was over a hundred years old the possibility of him having a kid wasn't exactly zero. But if Logan had ever previously impregnated someone, he didn't remember it. And Morph and Logan had only been dating for few weeks so the discussion of having kids hadn't exactly come up yet but Morph doubted Logan planned on doing so on purpose anytime soon.

Not that Morph had ever really given thought about having kids themselves. They did like kids and had been surprisingly popular with them when the X-Men has first made themselves known to the public. Theoretically they could have one with Logan the old fashioned way, but that would require having to consciously shift themselves a womb for nine months which would be a lot more difficult than Mystique giving herself a dick for a couple of rounds of sessions of love making with Destiny to create Nightcrawler. Not that they particularly wanted to force the pain of existing in this fucked up world onto a new life in the first place. They would rather bring joy and comfort to the unfortunately staggering number of children already out there who needed it. But no one in this day and age was ever going to a let a gay, non-binary, mutant adopt.

So the idea of them having children had always felt more like a fantasy, a break of happiness for them to daydream about as opposed to something that was actually possible.

Then again, they used to think the same when daydreaming about Logan so maybe it wasn't a complete impossibility after all.

They had gotten so lost in their thoughts all day that they hadn't realised how late it had gotten until they glanced at the newest alarm clock in Logan's room to discover that it was midnight.

Morph assumed that Logan must still be trying to settle Laura down for bed. Which given her earlier behaviour wasn't a total shock.

Looking for an excuse to check in on the pair, Morph grabbed the spare set of bedsheets from their room. Well technically they weren't exactly spare, but they hadn't exactly been used much since Morph had been spending most of their nights in Logan's room. Something that Morph could still scarcely believe, even though they had been in a relationship with the man for a while now.

Morph was startled out of their thoughts by the door of Laura new bedroom before they could even knock.

Logan stood on the other side of the doorway, purple shadows under his blue eyes and Laura dangling off his arm from where she was currently biting into his bicep.

"Everything alright?" Morph asked, unable to stop themselves from staring at the sight.

Logan groaned, grabbing Laura by the scruff of her neck from his other arm. He yanked her free, seemingly not caring when she took a chunk of his biceps with her.

"I said no biting!" Logan ordered, holding her by the scruff of the neck and pointing the finger of his free hand at her. She then tried to bite said finger.

"Alright that's it!" Logan growled marching over to the bed and dumping her on it. Laura growled back, crouching up against the pillows by the wall, claws drawn.

"Now go to sleep!" Logan demanded, exhaustion seeping into his voice. For once he actually sounded his over a hundred years of age.

Laura shook her head. Morph noticed that she was still wearing the medical gown that they'd found her in and that the old nightdress Jubilee had kindly donated was on the floor in shreds. Along with basically every other thing in the room.

Well she was definitely Logan's kid, Morph couldn't help but think. Not that there was any doubt.

Morph shared a quick look with Logan. Whilst neither had telepathy, they had always been able to communicate without words.

Logan stiffened, his eyes darting to the still protruded edges of Laura's claws, even though they both knew that they couldn't hurt them. After a moment, he nodded.

With permission granted, Morph placed the sheets besides the remains of the nightdress before they slowly perched on the end of the bed. Laura quickly shifted her focus to them, for the first time properly taking in their presence.

It was strange to see the blue of Logan's eyes in one so young, especially when they held the same amount of trauma. And Laura may not have been Morph's kid but in that moment they knew that they would do anything if it meant that she would never have to feel that pain again.

"Not a fan of sleeping either huh?" Morph smiled. Laura made no outwards response that she had heard them. Regardless Morph kept on talking. "You know your Daddy rescued me too."

By the inquisitive tilt of her head, it was evident that she did not, which wasn't that surprising considering the fact that before the past twenty-four hours she didn't know that life existed outside of that hellhole of a compound. But Morph couldn't think about that without getting extremely pissed so they moved on.

"He promised that the bad man who had captured me would never take me again. And he was true to his word. Because your Daddy is the most over protective worry-wort I know." Logan snorted. They ignored him. "However, he can't stop any bad thing from ever happening. Sometimes, my nightmares hurt me too. But he can stop the bad man from hurting me. And I promise that he won't let the bad people hurt you again."

Morph felt a strong hand grasp their shoulder. They glanced up to see that over protective resolve on Logan's face and couldn't help but smile.

Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Laura take a curious look back and forth between them.

A minute later, she finally put her claws away. Although she made no move to actually get into bed.

Luckily, Morph had one idea left.

"One time, I was so scared of going to sleep, that your Daddy stayed up all night to protect me." They could still remember that night. The feeling of Logan's arm around them. Hands that had taken so many lives used to hold them close. They had never felt safer. "Nobody here will let anyone hurt you. But if you like, me and your Daddy can keep watch outside your door, just to sure?"

Morph watched as Laura thought their offer over. They released the breath they hadn't realised they'd been holding when she eventually nodded her head.

Laura didn't get under the covers but she did lie her head down on the pillow. Morph decided to take that as a win.

"Goodnight." Morph said as they collected the pile of sheets. They elbowed Logan who grunted out a 'Goodnight' too. "We'll be right outside if you need us."

Laura nodded and finally closed her eyes.

Morph took one long last look before they closed the door behind them.

As soon as it was shut, Logan collapsed against the door. Morph rolled their eyes. And Logan called them a drama-queen.

Still they arranged the bedsheets into a nest on the floor before sliding down the wall to sit next to him.

It was wild to think how much had changed since the last time the two of them had slept like this.

Time-travel. Resurrections. Not to mention the fact that they were actually dating.

And now there was Laura.

It was still the early days of their relationship with Logan. And Morph knew that the two of them would need a have a serious talk about the extent of their involvement in Laura's life sooner rather than later. But if Logan was willing, then Morph would be honoured to be a part of it.

"You're good with her." Logan said eventually. There wasn't any jealously in his tone, just resigned statement of relief, as though he never expected anything different.

"Well I do have experience in wrangling Wolverines." Morph teased, nudging him.

For once Logan didn't respond to their joke. He stewed in silence, those bright blue eyes refused to meet their empty grey ones.

Morph cupped his cheek, slowing turning his chin as they stroked their thumb through his soft sideburns. Logan finally looked them in the eye and Morph had never that shade of blue look so vulnerable.

"Hey," Morph whispered. "You've only been a parent for twenty-fours hours. Nobody is expecting you to be the perfect parent right away. For some people it takes eighteen years to learn. And some never do. Take my Dad for example. But you're trying, which is a hell of lot more than some people."

"I just I... I never thought I'd have ... this." Logan stammered, gesturing vaguely towards Morph and the door.

Morph knew what he meant. After the death of their mother and the rejection of their father, they never thought they'd have anything resembling a family again. Then they joined the X-Men, became best friends with then started dating Logan, and found Laura. And now they were finally letting themselves believe that they might have one again.

"Well you're stuck with us now so you're going to have to start getting used to it." Morph told him. It was smaller than expected but they finally got that smirk of a smile on Logan's face that they had been aiming for. "I'll take first watch. You get some sleep."

For once Logan was too tired to argue for stubbornness' sake and rested his head against their shoulder.

Within moments Morph heard the soft rumbling of snores. They smiled. Who would have thought that all it would take to tire out the great Wolverine was one little girl.

Well, a little girl with knives for knuckles and more trauma than anyone that small should ever have to contain.

But they had seen Logan comfort Jubilee, holding her close as she dealt with the horrors of the foster system. Or watched as he let some of the random kids they'd saved use his body as a climbing frame. And experienced first hand how he would go to the ends of the Earth to protect the people he cared about.

Morph knew that Logan would be an amazing father. They just hoped that one day soon, he would see that too.

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imawreck · 4 months ago

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Unsaid Goodbyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: You should read it, then you’ll know.

Author’s Note: Heyyyy… I’m sorry okay 🙏 forgive me. Also, I'll be back on schedule with posting tomorrow, but for now this is all you get. Please, if you're interested, vote on my poll!

Warnings: Wounds, violence, shit ton of angst, Death

Word Count: 5,422

Max-

Hulk's roar rattled my very bones as I fought to find a way out of the cell. The solid wall of Vibranium-lined glass caged me behind it and refused to waver. I had no idea what was going on outside or why the security measures hadn't been tripped the moment that prisoner escaped as I pounded on the glass, eyes frantically searching for a weak point.

This glass was stronger than that of my cell, but maybe I could get through-

The thought died out of my head as an ache ran through my body from my side straight to my arm, resonating over my torso. No, I couldn't get out, not in this state. I was too weak. There wasn't enough time to take in what was going on outside the glass either, not with an enraged green giant trapped in a confined space with me.

Natasha's red hair caught my eye as another bone rattling roar tore through the cell. I stared wide eyed as she held her hand out, muttering something soft under her breath towards the enraged form of Bruce's alter ego. I watched in horror as the muscles of his massive shoulders flex before his arm raised, threatening her with a painfully abrupt death.

I moved as fast as my body would let me, my side screaming in protest as I made contact with her just in time to send us tumbling out of the way as Hulks' fist slammed into the pavement right where she had been standing. I picked myself of the floor, taking in the silver clouded reflection of Hulk's eyes, the way his body shook in rage and his lips pulled back in a snarl. It must have been the injection. Whatever it was, it had taken control of his mind, driven him mad with rage.

I caught Natasha's arm as she pushed herself off the ground to stand defensively next to me. "There's no use trying to talk him down, he's under some sort of influence. He can't hear us."

Just then he swung again, making us both leap apart as his fist once again slammed into the concrete, a spidering crack trailing up the floor as sprays of rubble shot across the cell. I scrambled to get as far away from him as I could. There was no way out of here, and if he got anywhere close to me, I wouldn't have enough energy to keep him off for long, if at all. Then there was Natasha. Natasha wasn't a super soldier, so if he got ahold of her, it would be the end of that. If Hulk killed her, Bruce would never forgive himself.

I couldn't let that happen.

I clutched my hands into fists, cursing myself for taking the time to change out of my tactical suit before coming down here. I didn't even have enough energy to grow a useful set of claws. So, I would focus on defense. All I had to do was make him tire out before I did.

I took off sprinting, sliding between his legs and clutching at the ground to bring myself back up again. Natasha trembled, looking as frantic as I was and put her fists up too. I called over the alarms, "Get to the doors of the cell! I'll distract him and see if I can't get him to bust out of the wall! Try and get anyone's attention."

The part of the cell level had a smaller cell that Bruce had turned into his personal lab after the experimental incident. He explained to me once that it was the safest place for him to be, because there was double the security measures. The cell would close, and there was a wall of glass and Vibranium that would encapsulate the whole half of the floor. And it had done exactly that. Little did we know it would bite us all in the ass like this.

I shouted over another angry scream from the Hulk, "Hey big guy, over here!" I waved my arms, running away from where Natasha stood wide eyed and gawking. "Come get me!"

The gigantic heap of muscled whipped in my direction, growling and grunting in frustration as he sprinted towards me with his arms raised. I jumped as high as I could, clinging to the metal exterior of the wall and heaving myself up towards the tall ceiling. I had an idea, but it was a big risk with my current state and crucial that his attention remained solely on me.

He tore up the wall hauling himself upwards after me. He was bigger, stronger, but I was faster. I kept at it, shouting down to him. "Come on dummy, you can do better than that." Each insult was rewarded with a shout or a grunt and an increased urgency to pummel me into the wall. I stalled once I decided we were high enough, turning to peer down at him and allow him to catch up. My chest was heaving with each breath I took, and my side sang in pain. "Come on Greenie, take a swing!"

Hulk clenched his fist in a fit of rage and leapt up a few feet, slamming his fist against the wall and denting it. I grinned, "You can do better than that!" I stuck my tongue out at him, dangling from a steel beam an uncomfortably close distance to him.

Once more, he swung his fist and I hauled myself up just in time to grip onto the next beam as the force of his fist rattled the wall. The metal groaned where he had hit, and I knew a few more hits like that would surely break through. And the quicker he got through the faster I could get Natasha and myself out of harm's way.

I swung my weight into the crater in the wall he had created, waving my arms and plastering on another grin. "Man, you can't do any better?" I was sweating with the effort it took to prevent my body from trembling at the exertion it took to maintain my posture alone. My strength was waning.

This time, he roared in fury and threw himself upwards, both fists raised to smash me against the wall like a bug. I leapt off the edge just in time, careening through the air and sliding down his back to land harshly against the ground. The landing vibrated through my legs and they throbbed in pain. Still, I forced myself farther away from his screams of anger.

Light streamed in from the whole in the wall, bright and hopeful. I smiled victoriously now, turning to catch Natasha's attention. Something slipped in through the hole though, slapping the ground and was followed quickly by another and another. I frowned, sparing a glance up at the hole where Hulk still clung near. Three distinct ropes slung through the opening and reached towards the concrete floor. I nearly cried in relief, hoping that my teammates were finally here to aid me.

The hope was quickly squashed the minute a black clad soldier slid swiftly down the rope and landed easily on the ground. Hulk didn't seem to notice him slip past, didn't even blink in his direction as he slammed his hands around the wall and continued to scream. The bright red emblem sewn into the front of the soldiers' uniform had my heart beating out of my chest and panic squeezing my lungs in a vice grip. My body took an involuntary step backward as I clutched my chest, fisting the fabric of my shirt in a weak attempt to reassure my heart it was impossible.

But he was right there, eyes staring at me through the ski mask he wore, and the ropes behind them slapped against the wall as more soldiers identical to him filed through the opening. Each and every one emblazoned with the ugly red skull of Hydra, and all of them hid their faces in those ridiculous masks. I continued to back away, fighting my panic and trying to figure out a way out. There were only three of them, surely I could handle three.

Just as I clenched my fists and readied to attack, two more slid into place at the mouth of the hole, blocking the only exit. They only moved to allow more men to slip down the ropes and join the others stalking closer and closer by the minute. Dozens of them.

"No," barely a whisper, "No, please no." I didn't realize it was me that had spoken until I forced myself to take a breath. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be.

Hulk suddenly swung his head around as one of the soldiers spoke from the mouth of the hole, pointing towards me with a quick gesture of his arm. I watched Hulk mindlessly turn to me and drop heavily to the floor. His fists pounded against the ground as he roared out and took off in a charge towards me.

And I screamed.

The sound tore out of me, echoing over the walls and ringing in my own ears. I could feel the helplessness that had engulfed me. I knew that my body had met its limit, for I could only run a few feet before my knees gave out. Hulks form towered over me, and I scrambled away as his fist rained down on the concrete once more. Someone screamed from the other side of the cell, and it took me a moment too long to realize it was Natasha. She stood there, horrified and pounding against the glass of the cell. I could make out silhouettes of people on the other side, but the glare from the light streaming in through the hole made it hard to distinguish their faces. The soldiers stood scattered on the far side of the cell, hands on their guns as they watched the scene play out.

Hulk bellowed, distracted by Natasha's scream long enough for me to scramble onto unsteady legs. His body turned to hurl towards her, and fear was a living thing inside of me. He was going to kill her.

My muscles burned as I pushed myself with every last drop of energy I had, tearing past his towering form and slamming into the wall besides Natasha. I fought to stay on my feet as my vision sputtered and smudged with black spots. I blinked rapidly enough to clear them in time to turn my body, caging Natasha between my arms and the wall. The panic building in my chest tore out of me in another scream as I let the tears fall down my face.

It was like time slowed. I knew Hulk was only seconds away from hailing down on us, every nerve in my body was screaming and my instincts were pleading with me to turn and run. But I couldn't, not even for my dislike of the woman caged in my arms. She was important to people on the other side of this barrier, she was important to a group of people who saved lives. My face was inches from the glass, close enough to clearly make out the faces on the other side.

A red suit with an arm raised fired beams at the glass in a desperate attempt to break through, a figure weaving around people and attaching devices along the wall with a bow strapped to his back, and finally the crystal-clear eyes that stared at me from behind the wall right there in front of me. Those wide, agonizingly beautiful eyes. I couldn't help the wave of tears that poured from my eyes as I took in his face, saw the desperation written across his features as his voice barely met my ears through the glass. His hands were planted over my own on the other side as he screamed, begged for them to stop, for everything to just stop. But I knew what was coming.

I was going to die, and there wasn't anything to be done about it.

I simply stared at his face, forcing myself to smile just for him this one last time. Tears slipped down his face as his mouth moved in the same way over and over and over. 'Please, not her. Please, please, please...' I knew I couldn't be the one he was begging for, and it hurt.

But my time was running out, the few seconds I had were slipping by as my senses warned me of the oncoming hit. So, I held my smile and burned the image of his beautiful eyes into my memory, recalling his smile and the soft way he laughed. Letting the memory of his hands on my body flitter through my mind. My time with him had been the highlight of the century I had lived and suffered, and he would be my light until the end.

I pressed my forehead to the glass, letting my tears fall as a sob wracked me, trying and failing to think of anything other than the end nearing. I would protect Natasha so she could return to his side. If she was what he wanted, I would make sure I did everything I could in my last moments to keep her alive for him. I opened my mouth to tell him as much, perhaps finally confess in these last few seconds.

But my sentence never made it past my lips as the force of Hulks assault battered into my spine. I felt the impact, my eyes widening, before my bones shattered and all I felt was pain.

White, hot, all-consuming pain.

I watched vacantly as Bucky slipped from my vision and something cool pressed up against my face. I hadn't realized I had fallen until Bucky's face pressed against the ground on the other side, his mouth open in a cry I couldn't hear. But I could see his pain as it mirrored my own. I couldn't do anything but watch him sob and scream, throwing his fists into the cell until his blood smeared across its surface but he still kept trying.

I wanted to say something, to press my hand on the glass one last time and reassure him that everything was going to be okay even as the pain wracked my broken body. I could feel myself fading as I watched the black spots merge and expand over my vision, stealing my last glimmer of hope as everything was claimed by darkness.

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Tony-

I hadn't felt this helpless in a very, very long time.

I had tried and failed to get my systems back online, to tear my way through the wall just like the other two men beside me, but I had made this wall impenetrable. And I had never wished for something to fail so much.

Despair wracked me as I watched Max envelope Natasha against the wall, tucking her body away from harm and using herself as a shield. Bucky had begun yelling as he pounded away at the cell, screaming so desperately for Bruce to stop and get ahold of himself. His voice cracked and strained as he screamed, only stopping to breath in and start all over again as he put all of his effort into getting through to her. To Max.

But he couldn't. None of us could as we watched them on the other side of this god forsaken cell. We could only watch as Hulk's fist connected with Max's frail and battered body. Could only listen as the sickening crack of her bones echoed loud enough to reach us on the other side. Her scream would haunt me until the very day I died.

Bucky had crumbled with her as if it was him who had taken the blow too, pressing his face to the cold concrete and sobbing, begging whatever god watching over us to stop them. His fists clawed at the wall as the soldiers gripped her ankles and dragged her body away from the glass as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Bucky began pounding at the glass again, cursing Hydra through his cries and tossing promises of painful deaths.

I had dropped my arm after the overheat warnings began echoing in my helmet. There was nothing to be done, no way to get to her even if we could get out of the building and get around in time to get to her. They would be long gone by the time we managed to get everything back online, and they were smart enough to trap us here so I was certain they would cover their tracks and prevent us from finding them.

And Max was dead.

In a matter of minutes, they had gathered Max's broken frame up on a stretcher and hauled her out of the crater in the wall. Two men turned with their guns and fired at Hulk's looming form, littering several rounds of darts up and down his side before they scrambled up the ropes and disappeared behind the others. Hulk's body crumbled to the floor as he shrunk back to normal, out cold on the floor. Natasha still quivered against the glass with her eyes clamped shut and shaking. We were just left with the blood splattered on the floor and the consuming silence that always followed these kinds of things.

Bucky remained on the floor, sobbing and clawing at the glass. I had never seen a man so broken, so torn apart. I hated him once, but I had learned to endure his presence. I had once wished that he would die and pay for all the pain he had caused just as I knew he thought too. I regretted ever even thinking of those things as I watched him break apart on the ground. His very soul seemed to shatter with every broken cry that tore through his body, drifting away on every plea that echoed in the room.

Clint stood with his shoulders slumped and his eyes on Natasha. I knew he wanted to get to her and comfort her after what she just witnessed. He hadn't even had the chance to hack the security to reach them before the damage was done.

I had failed them, and I had failed Max.

The lights flickered back on and a moment later a body burst through the stairwell door, drawing all of our attention to the ragged form of none other than Cap himself. His chest was heaving and his shield was gripped in his hand as his wild eyes took in the situation.

Once he realized there weren't any hostiles, confusion spread over his face. "What happened? The lights and everything went out, I couldn't even get to Friday. And the alarms-." None of us dared to answer as another one of Bucky's sobs ricocheted off the walls, tearing Cap's gaze to his fallen comrade. He was taking hurried steps the next few seconds and dropping to the floor beside him, his arms hovering over Bucky's back and worry lacing his words. "Buck, Bucky what's going on? Are you alright?"

The soldier wiped his eyes on the harsh fabric of his uniform and clenched his teeth as he tried to compose himself, "They took her." Bucky's fists shook against the ground beside him with restrained anger and sorrow.

Steve's head shot up, "Who took who? What happened?" His hand finally dropped to Bucky's shoulder in a firm grip, an attempt to console him I'm sure. I could only watch in defeat as I processed it all.

Steve's eyes lingered on the fallen form of Banner, dragging over to Natasha who now sat slumped against the wall with a hollow look in her eyes as she stared at the cracked concrete below her. Then he studied the blood on the floor inside the cell, then the smears of it in front of his friend before he finally dropped them back to the Bucky. Bucky's knuckles were busted and surely fractured from hammering against the glass. Steve picked Bucky's right hand up and examined the bloodied mess before he set it back on the concrete to return his palm to Bucky's shoulder to wait for his explanation.

With pinched brows and agony in his eyes, Bucky met Steve's eyes and I felt my heart shatter all over again. He sucked in a breath, "Hydra infiltrated the Tower and shot Banner with some kind of serum and he went all mad, triggered the security section of this room. He..." Bucky bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, so hard I was sure when he swallowed it had tasted like blood. "He tried to attack Natasha, and Max distracted him long enough to cause him to tear a hole in the wall as he went after her. Max and Natasha were going to escape before the other Hydra operatives came in through the hole and ordered Hulk to get them. I heard it. Then he- he started going after Max and she was so weak, so weak she could hardly stand." Bucky's throat bobbed as he choked back another wave of sobs.

I clenched my fist, "Max gave her life to save Natasha and they took her body."

Steve just stared at me, "How did they get inside?"

I moved, shifting out of his view to allow his eyes to find the crumpled body of the prisoner we had taken earlier. Bucky had killed him seconds after Banner had been injected, but things had already been set in motion. "I'm guessing they used our prisoner as an inside man."

Steve's brows pressed themselves flush together, "That would mean the whole thing was a setup. They had been planning this deliberately." He shook his head, clasping his fingers in a fist. "I told you we shouldn't have taken a prisoner."

Appalled, I stepped forward. "Now is not the time for 'I told you so's. Max was just killed!"

Cap shifted his shoulders, "She was a killer!"

"Max was not a killer!"

Every head in the room snapped the the curled form of the Super Soldier on the floor. His eyes were trained on Steve with anger like none I had ever seen on him before, not even the cold eyes of the Winter Soldier had ever met the ferocity that I saw roiling in them.

Bucky's chest heaved a breath, "She saved those people. The people living in that valley, they're rebuilding their town with Tony's help because Max told him they needed it. Max got them out before she flooded the valley and saved every single one of them." His metal arm groaned against his grip, "Don't you call her a killer unless you're ready to call me one too."

Again, we all sat in silence as his words sank into Steve like a lead weight. I could see it in the way his shoulders sank and his eyes glazed over. He felt the guilt too. "I'm sorry, Buck."

"Save it," He snarled suddenly, wiping again at his tear stained face. "We all know you hated her anyways." Bucky pushed away from the floor and brushed off Steve's hand. "I'm going to find that jet."

"Barnes, you can't go after them alone." I stepped forward. "We just got back from a mission and you're tired. We can-"

"No. No, I want to find them now before they've gone underground and we really don't have a way to get to them." Bucky's eyes blazed as they held mine, "I want them to pay for this."

I sighed, "They will Barnes, they will, but we have to think this through. They just hacked my system and broke into the Tower like it was nothing. They lured us into a trap and then sent us back with a trojan horse when we managed to evade it. Obviously, Hydra has gotten some kind of upper hand and we have to remain careful." I hoped that he would understand, but I could tell that he wasn't thinking straight. Hell, I was hardly thinking straight. The image of Max's body hitting the floor continued to replay over and over in my head.

Steve remained knelt on the floor with his empty eyes set on the tiles while Bucky clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly. Clint took to hacking the doors and I... I needed to reboot the systems. "Everyone needs to get some rest and we will reconvene for a meeting later tonight. That's an order." My words were empty, everything felt empty, but they had to be said for any one of us to be able to put our minds to finding those bastards.

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Bucky-

Thirteen hours, that's how long it had been since Hydra had obliterated any semblance of safety in this tower.

Thirteen hours since they had stormed in and murdered Max.

Everything felt numb, every part of me ached with the effort it took to simply walk or breathe, to live. I hadn't slept, couldn't. I knew what waited for me on the other side, the demons that would rear their heads and laugh at the misery I had fallen into. I knew that I would see her battered body on the floor, feel the desperation I had just hours ago all over again on a loop of torture.

So I remained awake.

I had retreated to my room, locking the door and refusing to see anyone while I tried to process what I had seen. I didn't want to accept that she was gone. Maybe it had all been just another nightmare and I would wake up any minute to her soft knock on the door and her voice filtering through that little sliver of light to ask me if I was alright.

I could almost picture it, the way she would smile at me in her oversized T-shirts she loved so much as she leaned against the doorframe. She was so small that her body barely filled half the frame. Her eyes, softer in the dim light from the hall, would warm my heart and melt away the panic that had held me. She would crack some witty joke to lighten the mood and scoot under the covers, never flinching when my metal arm wrapped itself around her waist. Strong and steady like she always was.

But I knew better. Max was angry at me, hurt by my stupidity and harshness. Trust was a fleeting an unsteady presence in my life, and I had let it take to the hills the second I doubted her. Max had never once hurt me and I knew, even in the past I couldn't recall, she had always been that way. Her purpose with the enemy had been to protect me and she had done it, and she had continued to do it even after they fell, not out of obligation, but because she had wanted to. She had been a friend, perhaps more, and I had let her die thinking that I hated her.

Guilt consumed me, swallowing me up and holding me in a vice grip. I couldn't even move, not an inch of me followed my internal pleas to get up and find her. My mind had convinced my body that there was no use in trying anymore.

I laid there in my dirty tactical suit smeared in my own blood in the darkness of my room. My feet hung off the end of the bed and my hair blocked most of my vision. Tears still fell from my eyes no matter how hard I tried to stop them. I wanted to be angry, I was angry, but the anger was nothing compared to the crippling sorrow that drowned my heart.

I didn't even flinch when Friday's voice met my ears. "Sergeant? Mr. Stark has requested for all Avengers to report to the meeting room."

I curled my fingers into a fist, the first movement I had made since collapsing on the bed. The stiff ache in my muscles reminded me of the very real circumstances I found myself in. "Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes." I needed to collect myself before I faced the rest of them.

Friday chimed in again, "You might want to hurry. The tower is receiving an incoming video call. The source of the call is unknown."

I shoved into a sitting position, eyes blowing wide. "What?"

"Mr. Stark is trying to single out its' transmitting location now."

My stomach dropped to the floor. I knew it couldn't be good, not so soon after everything. I took to the elevator as fast as I could, figuring since Friday was back that Tony had finally regained control of the Tower's systems. I gripped the sides of the elevator for support as it lowered me through the floors, finally releasing me to join the ruckus in the meeting room. Shouts of confusion and panic filled the air as I walked through the doors into the chaos of the team.

Everyone wore exhaustion on their faces, purple bags lingering under every eye I saw. On the TV monitor mounted on the wall there was an incoming signal, and all of the team were in an uproar of confusion. Tony was furiously typing away on the keyboard in front of him, the table having been turned longways so everyone could see. Each of us watched the screen with pensive eyes. I took a seat right as the video crackled to life.

The distinct lines of a hand were the first thing we saw as a man in a lab coat haphazardly adjusted the camera lens that went in and out of focus rapidly. The sound of metal clinking against each other echoed over the speakers as he finished fiddling with it and took a large step away to let us take in his face.

He was young, probably in his mid twenties, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a blinding smile that sent an unwarranted chill down my spine despite the dim lights and the seemingly unthreatening appearance he sported. Something about the whole situation was off, but I didn't have much longer to analyze what was going on before he started talking.

"Hello! My, I must say it's a dream come true to finally meet the Avengers. I wish we could meet in person, but the circumstances haven't been exactly ideal." He gave a sheepish smile and continued with a disarming gesture of his arm. "My name is Roman Giles."

He waited for a long moment as if his name might hold some kind of significance to any of us. It definitely did not.

We all startled as he clapped his hands, "Well, anyways, let's get to the point, shall we? You took something that belonged to me several months ago. A certain weapon more valuable than anything else. Then several months later you stole another weapon. One nearly twice as important as the first. Can you guess what they were?"

The meeting room had gone deathly silent save for the heartbeats hammering in each of our rib cages. Tony finally cracked the silence with his shaky reply, "The Winter soldier and The Ghost."

Roman threw his arms up almost triumphantly, "Bingo! What an accomplishment." He bent forward and peered into the camera, "Hello Sergeant Barnes, enjoying your newfound freedom?"

I swallowed, the feeling like sandpaper. I didn't reply.

With a sigh, he stood again. "As you can imagine, the loss of our two most valuable assets was quite the problem. Our Fist and Shield had been stolen and we were left weakened. But, with a little bit of thought and recruiting, success was within our grasp once more." The smile he wore had soured, morphing into something wicked. "Your building has one of the most advanced security systems I have ever seen Tony Stark, it was quite impressive. Fortunately, we have an equally impressive team on our side and with your recent shortcomings in defeating Hydra's active bases you were just so eager for information. It was too easy to infiltrate your fortress, to get our weapon back from you. I would've liked to have you rejoin us Sergeant, but one of you will do just fine." He threw his head to the side and tossed an order in Russian, a moment later the distinct sound of a door opening filled the speakers.

So did the screams.

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Deadly Kitten (12)

Summary: You’re a deadly kitten.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, violence, characters death, blood, stabbing

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 11

Eighteen hours earlier…

“You want us to do what?” Ari crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head and dares anyone to agree on your plan. “No! We won’t use you as bait!”

“I talked to Jensen about this,” you point out. “He will be the guardian angel on my shoulder and watch my every step. Jake won’t leave me out of sight. Lee and Lance will be my shadow. This is the only way to get hold of Hansen.”

“No-!” Andy stands next to Ari. He mirrors Ari, adamant about keeping you safe. “We will find another way, kitten.”

“You’ll not leave the house,” Ransom grabs your face. He rests his forehead against yours, mumbling your name. “We will get them all.”

“We will if we follow my plan.”

“Just listen to her for once. Y/N came up with a great plan,” Jake grunts. “Can you for once act like she’s not some pretty face but a smart woman too? We’ve got a plan, and it’s a good one. We will get them all at once.”

“I won’t let her play bait for Hansen!” Ari raises his voice. “Never.”

“You need to meet up with Rachel. I want you to tell her that you got into a fight with me and that our relationship is falling apart,” you pat Ari’s chest. “I need them to believe that all of you will turn their back on me.”

“Darling, that’s insane,” Andy tries to be the voice of reason once again. “Let us handle this.”

“No! That’s exactly what I don’t want!” You throw your hands up. “Secrets, all those secrets. You kept me in the dark and that’s how Lloyd got close enough to hurt me. I’m part of all of your lives and keeping locked away in a gilded cage won’t save me. I got to be strong and handle things on my own.”

“Y/N will lure Hansen out. If she checks in at one of the hotels in town, using one of the credit cards he undoubtedly keeps tabs on, he’ll fall for our trap,” Lance explains your plan. “We will strike hard and fast.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lee shrugs. He leans against the wall, stuffing one of the taffy you got for him into his mouth. “Boss, we’ve got this. Lance and I are a good team. We will not leave her out of sight. And Jensen will…uh…do his thing.”

“She will be wearing different trackers and I’ll be following her signal all the time,” Jake explains. “Nothing will happen to Y/N.”

“This…no!” Andy throws his hands up. “Are you fucking insane? This will never work. I won’t let Hansen get close to Y/N. Ari, Ransom, we will think of a better plan…”

Your men storm out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“I guess we are on our own then,” Lee points out. “Do you still want to go through with the plan?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we are all in. Hansen must be taken care of.” Lance looks at Jensen. “What about you, nerd?“

Giving Lance the stinky eyes Jensen says, “I was all in the whole time. Now, let’s bring to show on the road.”

“Ah, look at what the cat dragged into my house,” You’d like to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s antics. You press your lips together and try to ignore that your plan went down the drain.

You didn’t expect Lloyd’s men to overwhelm Lee, Lance, and the others keeping an eye on you. “What? Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”

“I just prefer talking to gentlemen, not the likes of you,” Trying to sound confident you hold Lloyd’s gaze. His mustache looks funny to you, but his eyes. Those ice-cold blue orbs tell you that he’s no one to mess with. “Why am I here again?”

“I wanted to know what the fuss is about,” you gasp when he roughly cups the back of your neck. He holds you in a tight grip while his eyes seem to scan every inch of your face. “Hmm…pretty face, but not so special. Maybe it’s what's between your legs that they like so much.”

You grit your teeth. No man ever dared to talk to you like this. And you won’t let Lloyd Hansen do so.

“I wonder what women see in you,” you look him straight in the eye. Showing strength while facing a stronger opponent is essential. That’s what Ari taught you years ago. “It can’t be the mustache. Right?”

You hum and place your right hand on his shoulder. “Oh, this is getting interesting,” Lloyd smirks. He believes you will be putty in his hands soon enough. “Abandonment is a hard fate.”

“Maybe it’s what’s between your legs.”

Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. He makes the mistake of dropping his hand from your neck. Lloyd wants to say something, wants to tell you about his dick when the worst pain he ever felt ripples through his crotch.

“What?” He screams as you slide the knife back out only to ram it back into his crotch. Once, twice, and three more times. “You bitch!”

He punches your face to get you off him. Lloyd is bleeding heavily. He stumbles back, hand pressed into his crotch.

“I bet you didn’t expect me to stab your dick,” you chuckle darkly. “Lee gave me the knife. He helped me hide it in my sleeve.”

“You had an ace up your sleeve, huh?” He laughs, while slowly bleeding out. Lloyd doesn’t fight it. “I never thought a pretty girl would be the death of me…or I hoped one would. I just dreamed of dying while letting a busty bimbo ride my dick…”

His legs give in. He ungracefully drops to the ground. It almost looks like he’s amused as you stand over him, the knife still in your hands.

“They are coming for me…I know they will…”

Now, an abandoned warehouse, …

“Kitten!”

“Darling!”

“Y/N!”

Your men storm into the abandoned house, looking like they fought their way through an endless stream of enemies to get to you. And you guess they did. None of them would leave you to their enemy.

Ransom limps a little. Andy’s face is bloody, and he shelters his left arm. Ari looks like a wild animal. His shirt got ripped open and there is blood all over his jeans and shoes.

“Baby!”

Ari storms toward you. He gasps and drops his gun to cup your face. Ari tilts your head, sniffling as your clothes are soaked with blood. Your left cheek is swollen, and your lip is split. “Baby, we are so sorry.”

“You should see the other guy,” you grin up at Ari. “I gave it to him good. He never stood a chance against a badass kitten.” Ari wraps you in a bear hug. He holds you tightly as Ransom and Andy look at the other guy on the ground.

“She didn’t lie, Ari. Damn,” Ransom whistles. „Kitten got him good!”

“I told you so,” you hide your face in Ari’s chest, sighing deeply. Your heart is still racing, and your legs feel like jelly. While in Lloyd’s hands, you tried to be strong, and not show that you are scared. “I’m a deadly enemy.”

“We should never mess with our girl,” Andy runs his right hand over your head. His hand trembles, and he needs to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“Kitten, you outdid yourself. I’m proud of you,” Ransom watches you relax in Ari’s arms. He squares his jaw as his plan fired back. Three of their men got killed, and Lee and Lance barely made it out alive. And you got kidnapped and had to endure Lloyd Hansen’s presence.

“We are so sorry. We failed you,” Ari buries his face in your neck, almost crushing you against his chest. “I promised to always protect you and let him get his hands on you for a second time.”

“Did you get Rachel and the others? Did my plan work out?” you ask. “Ari, did it work out?” You press on as he doesn’t answer.

“He got her,” Ransom answers your question. You slowly pull away from Ari, smiling up at him. You stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before you turn your attention toward Ransom. “Kitten…”

“Let me look at you,” you tut. Ari snickers as you look Ransom up and down. You check on him before pecking his lips too. “You’ll live. Now, daddy needs my attention. He looks awful.”

“I’m good, darling. You know I had it worse,” Andy tries to not worry you even more. It’s no use. You’re all over him, touching his injured arm with gentle fingers. “Y/N…”

“Your arm looks like it hurts a lot. What happened?”

“He didn’t watch his back, and someone dislocated his shoulder.” Ransom snickers. “He’s getting old. His reflexes are not the best.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Andy,” you mutter. “How about you tell me if you got that bitch good too!”

Epilogue

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subs-n-stuff · 3 months ago

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The Failed Bunny Mage Pt.5

A Nice Side

The night was restless for the Rabbit. To his surprise she had let him sleep in his own bed. Although it can’t be said exactly what he expected. Maybe she’d treat him like a pet for real and make him sleep on the floor, at her feet, or even worse; in a cage. He didn’t see any point in imagining realities that don’t exist. She let him keep his bed, for now at least, and for that he’s grateful.

Unfortunately her generosity didn’t translate to an easy night’s rest. She offered that he stay with her at night, she said he deserves a warm body to sleep next to. Though he’s not quite sure where she’s sleeping. His room is the only one with a bed, but her magic is powerful so it isn’t so far fetched that she conjured up a whole extra room for herself.

Perhaps he should have taken her offer. Even though he doesn’t fully trust her, it may have been nice to sleep next to someone. What is he even thinking? This demon is holding him hostage, of course he’s not going to find comfort in her embrace no matter how soft, warm, and calming she is… How in the world did she manage to worm her way into his brain this way! Every time he tries to remember what he’s been put through he just can’t help being charmed by her! It’s frustrating, infuriating even! This must be what is keeping him from a good night’s sleep.

Morning quickly approaches before Little Rabbit can stifle his fluster. As the sun shines on his face through the blinds he feels a slight tingle in his neck coming from his new pink collar. He isn’t sure how he knows, but she’s calling him. He gets up and puts on his usual robes, leather pants and his hooded cloak, before heading out the door of his room and down the steps into the living room. The red skinned woman is waiting for him with a more pleasant smile than he saw the previous day.

“Good morning, Little Rabbit. Did you sleep well?” She says in a way that sounds like she might actually care about him.

“Um… No, not really, truthfully.” He says with a suspicious glance, trying to figure out if she is up to something. She takes note.

“Why must you look at me that way; as if I’m scheming or trying to toy with you?” She asks in earnest.

“Is that not what you’ve been doing since you’ve arrived? Am I not just a toy for your devilish amusement?” He retorts with a tsk.

“Hm, I suppose you’re half right…” She puts a finger to his chin and gently turns his head so their eyes meet. “You are my toy! As well as my pet, my servant, my doll, and whatever else I deem you to be.” She leans in closer to him “That, however, does not mean I don’t care about you and your wellbeing.” She lets her hand down and stands straight again. “I mustn’t be so strict all the time, how else would you see how caring and compassionate I can be? I admit I was slightly harsh yesterday, but you must know when you act up I can be very mean, or…” She pets one of his ears, sending a slight shiver through him “When you’re good I can be very nice. What side of me you see more is up to you.” She ends by petting his head gently.

“I suppose I’d rather see this side more often…” He mutters with a blush.

“Well then, you’re lucky I’m being lenient instead of punishing you for calling me ‘devilish’, pet.” She says with a hint of seriousness in her voice.

“I don’t understand, is that not what you are: a devil?” He tilts his head in curiosity.

Her smile shifts into a frown as she holds her anger back “I am having a good morning, so I will let this pass. Never call me a devil again. Do you understand, pet?” He can see the rising fire in her eyes as she glares at him.

He quickly nods “Yes, I understand.”

“Apologize to me. Now.” She promptly replies.

“I am sorry.” He says without hesitation.

The soft smile returns to her face “Good, Rabbit.” She says while petting his head once more “So what was keeping you up last night?”

What was that? Little Rabbit ponders to himself for a moment. Why in the world would a devil not want to be called one, and to show such anger and malice at the mention of it? Could she possibly not be one? That can’t be, she looks like one, her magic is as powerful as one too. Maybe the Rabbit should end this foolish train of thought before she catches him pondering the thing that could very quickly bring about that mean side once again.

“I’m not sure, I just… couldn’t is all” He glances at her, all of her. Why is it she still isn’t wearing any clothes?

“My offer still stands, you could join me to bed tonight. I know you find comfort in my skin, I could help you sleep” She says with a seductive tone, leaving his cheeks red.

“Wh-Where are you sleeping anyway? My room is the only bedroom in this house.” He says, deflecting.

“Oh. I slept in the cellar. A bed is simple enough to conjure without expending too much energy.”

“Wait… I have a cellar?”

“You didn’t know?”

“No, where did you find such a thing?”

“There’s a hatch on the floor underneath the rug we’re standing on.”

He looks down curiously and steps off the rug, she follows, allowing him to lift the rug and see the hatch right there as she said.

“How did I not know about this?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“Oh poor Rabbit, there’s barely anything between those ears of yours isn't there?” She teases.

All he can do in response is cross his arms and pout. She diffuses the situation by rubbing his head before covering up the hatch once more.

“You can explore the cellar later, my pet, right now we have errands to run. I assume you have a market in this town, correct?”

“Yes, but my kitchen should be stocked for the next few days at least.”

“I consume a lot, we’ll need to stock more or neither of us will have anything to eat.”

“Okay, so what do you want me to get?”

“Don’t be so eager, pet. I will be the one doing the shopping today, just think of this as me taking my pet for a walk.”

“Wait, you can’t go out like that!”

“And why not?”

“Because you’re red and completely naked! I know you don’t want to be called a d-... w-well you know, but the people out there will do more than just call you one, they’ll treat you like one too!”

She looks down at herself and puts her hand to her chin, thinking. “Hmm… I guess you’re right, pet” She says and snaps her fingers.

As she does she is engulfed in purple flames, startling Little Rabbit and making him flinch. When the flames set she is wearing a long black dress with flowing sleeves, black leather knee high boots underneath, as well as long purple leather gloves, her head is now adorned by her purple witch hat that obscures her horns and face, and a black mask covers the rest of her face and neck. One can only assume that her wings are folded neatly behind her under the dress.

He could not help but admire her form in the dress, and something about her being so obscured, the mystique, the mystery of it, he couldn’t help but stare a bit.

“Judging by your face right now I guess I look quite good, don’t I?” She catches his eyes wondering.

“I-I suppose you do…” He quickly looks away, his cheeks red. “It’s a good disguise is all…”

“Awe, you’re allowed to look at me, pet. I haven’t blindfolded you… Yet at least.” She teases.

“I just like the outfit, nothing more…”

“If you say so, Rabbit. By the way, why are you warning me anyway? You could’ve let me get attacked by villagers and you’d have been free from me. Yet you didn’t. Why?” She asks with sincerity.

He is given pause by her query. Why did he warn her? He had no reason to. Maybe he just doesn’t want to see her hurt, even if it meant being free. Maybe he feared what she’d do to the townsfolk if there were a fight. Or perhaps the Rabbit had been alone for so long that he longs for her company. Maybe this was his best chance at companionship and he didn’t want to let it go so easily, even if he was stubborn about accepting the circumstances.

“I… I don’t know. I already get enough strife from everyone about my magic, the last thing I need is another mistake to dangle over me.” He comes up with a quick lie.

“Well I’m glad you did, because that was a test” She says as she gently turns his head towards her. “And you passed.” She plants a soft kiss on his forehead through her mask then starts striding towards the door. “I’ve been to the human realm before, of course I know how they feel about me.”

“A test…?” He asks, flustered. “Of course it was…”

“Oh pet, look at you so red over one head kiss. My lips didn’t even touch your skin.” She teases.

He simply stays quiet in embarrassment. Quiet is something not usual for the Rabbit. This makes the woman giggle, she can’t believe she caught him this off guard by a simple kiss, and through her mask no less. If this is how he reacts from this, he’ll be simply mush at anything more. How utterly pathetic: he really is perfect.

“Are you ready to go?” She asks, breaking the silence.

“”Yes I am. "he replies.

“Oh, one more thing though, before we head out.” She snaps her fingers and a small trail of flame goes from her hand to the front of his collar, creating a simple black leash as it fades. “I can’t take my pet for a walk without a leash!”

“Wait what?!” He yelps as she yanks him close “You can’t do this! It’s demeaning!”

“This is what happens when I can’t trust you not to run away like you tried to yesterday. Accept the consequences of your actions, it could be worse after all. I could make you walk on all four again.” She states sternly.

“N-no please don’t do that!” He whimpers in defeat.

“That’s what I thought. You’re so cute when you grovel.” She says with a chuckle “Don’t worry, pet, no one will be giving you any strife today. I will make sure of that.”

He sighs and hangs his head “I highly doubt that…”

She opens the door and the two step outside.

“And just so you don’t get any ideas about trying to send a mob after me; because our souls are linked, if I die you will lose a part of yourself. You won’t die… probably… But you will never be the same again. We wouldn’t want that, would we, pet?” She warns with a serious tone.

He shakes his head “No. No we wouldn't. I won’t do anything foolish.”

To Be Continued...

#bd/sm kink #corruption kink #nsft #fantasy #tfbm #pet pl@y #writing #writers on tumblr

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coralseacourt · 11 months ago

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Undeniably yours Part 6

by @coralseacourt Azriel x y/n x Rhysand

Summery: A girl falling through darkness into a world of fae, landing right in Hybern’ s Throne room. Azriel finding his mate but not wanting her. Rhysand’s & feyre’s bond severed for good. What else could go wrong? 🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7,

Part 6

Azriel was walking up and down.

Roaming through the Room he had brought us to, which seemed to be his Bedroom in the House of wind where i first had been placed. Everything smelled of him .

Cedar and rain?

He had told me to sit on his bed , told is not the right word more like growled .

An animal trapped in his Cage.

Still in disbelief of his behavior I looked around .

He had black satin bedding that felt very soft under my fingers.

His bed was enormous probably to fit his gigantic wings. Books and weapons were laying around in neat piles.

A desk with a chair was standing in one corner completely covered in papers of all sizes.

All I could think of was.

Organized chaos.

I was so caught up in my observation that I hadn’t realized that the male, that was surrounded with black shadows almost letting him disappear, was now starring at me.

He slowly stepped forward and kneeled down right in front of me putting his hands carefully on my knees.

“Y/n it’s wrong you know it , right?”

Silently I watched him, only waiting for him to continue. Wrong? What did he mean.

“ It is wrong for you to get in between mates. Do you understand that? Rhys is with feyre. The moment she is gonna come back he will drop you like a hot potato. That is what he does . “

My heart dropped, feeling like an ice cold hand was squeezing it mercilessly.

“M…mate you mean married?” I had thought about it, of course I had but no one had exactly explained what it meant and I were to afraid to ask.

“ Yes , she is High lady of the Night court and mated to Rhysand. Why do you think everyone has been so upset with you? Nesta? Amren? They love Feyre and what you do is wrong.” He squeezed my knees lightly and I couldn’t help it when my lips started to wobble and my eyes filled with tears.

I couldn’t understand, or maybe I didn’t want to understand.

“ If this is true where is she then?” I asked with little hope left.

“She was taken to the Spring court against her will. So you need to keep your distance.

Feyre will come back soon and she will be not as understanding as I m if she finds out what has been happening here.”

His voice was soft almost kind but his eyes had a dark glimmer in them. The tears I had tried to keep in, were now free falling.

Was it all a game for the High lord?

Did he ever had any feelings for me?

Had I misunderstood?

“ I m sorry , but I had to take you for your sake. The way he played you.”

Azriel got up and sat next to me pulling me in to his arms. “ Is this why you hate me so much?” I whispered while having my face pressed in to his chest with one of his hands.

His entire body stilled and I could hear his heartbeat speed up.

“ You think I hate you ?” My nodding must have been confirmation enough because the pressure of his hand on my head only intensified.

“ I don’t hate you. I .” He stopped for a moment and i could feel his body shifting under me.

“Mates. I explained it to you. In our world there is for every fae a connection to another, that is special. The cauldron chooses someone for you and ties you to that person.”

That’s what Rhys had with Feyre?

Maybe I misunderstood his affection? Who would throw something like that away?

But the kiss.

That was something you should only do with a mate, right? “We are mates, you and I. We have that bond also ”

I had been so distracted with my thoughts that it took me more than 5 seconds to realize what he had said.

Pulling away from him as fast as I could and removing myself from his arms to look him into his face. Trying to confirm I heard correctly.

“ What?”

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Azriels Pov:

Her lips were slightly open in shock. Her face flushed.

“We are mates.”

I needed her to know. Needed her to see me.

“I don’t feel a connection like the one you explained to me , with you.”

The moment she spoke the words I could feel my heart Split in thousand tiny pieces.

She didn’t feel anything?

I pulled as hard as I could on the small thread I could feel in my chest that connected me to her.

Looking at her beautiful face I couldn’t find any sign or reaction to the pull.

Her feelings of sadness, desperation and confusion were flooding me but no recognition of our bond.

In that moment I felt hate .

For the first time in my life I felt pure hate for my chosen brother.

He had done this.

Turned her against me.

And all the guilt I had felt about not telling y/n about the broken bond and making it seem like it still existed disappeared.

He deserved this.

Rhysand knew the rule of staying away from a mate of another male.

Did he care?

Apparently not.

I still was able to smell him all over her, almost drowning her in his odor.

Even the close contact hadn’t erased that.

“ You are my mate, that means you are mine. Do you understand that? I will not share, I have waited to long for this.”

I growled the words not longer able to hold my jealousy and frustration with the situation.

Y/n looked shocked. Her eyes big and still full with tears, her long blond hair falling into her face partially hiding her perfectly shaped features from me.

Air.

I needed to get out of here before i did something I would later regret, so that’s what I did.

Jumping up and rushing out of the room without another glance at the one thing I truly wanted.

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My eyes were closed my breathing controlled.

“Where is she.” I had been sitting in one of the oversized chairs with a bottle of liquor when he found me.

I took a deep sip and opened my eyes before I spoke.

“ Took you long enough, High lord.” My words were filled of sarcasm.

“I m not gonna ask again. You had no right to take her from MY HOUSE.” He screamed the last words giving him a look of pure darkness.

Uhhh he seemed mad. Did I hit a nerve with the princely bastard? I chuckled loudly .

“ You , telling me that i had no right to take her is actually amusing.” I smiled dangerously and my eyes narrowed slightly, while my shadows started to unravel around me.

For the first time I didn’t try to control them but openly displayed them.

“You said you didn’t want her. You said you wanted Elain. How fast your undying love must have changed. Is that what you will do to y/n? Possess her and when it’s not more enough you will go to the next?”

It took not even a second before I was in front of him and grabbed his neat looking shirt.

One moment we were standing the next we were on the floor pounding into each other.

This was not the first time me and Rhys had been in a fight but this felt different, important.

I was suddenly ripped from him and caged in from strong iron like arms.

Cassian.

“What is wrong with you two? Azriel have you lost your mind?”

The male across from me was standing up while wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Me? He is the one that stanched my mate with his smell like he fucked her. You probably did, didn’t you? That’s what you do , play with people , manipulate them.”

My hissed words made Cass take a sharp breath.

“You did what?” Was all he said.

“ First of, i haven’t and don’t talk like that about her. Secondly even if I did what is it any business of yours? You didn’t want her.”

“ I changed my mind.” He only raised an eyebrow not even showing any physical affection or signs of our fight anymore.

“ Rhys you can’t be serious. You have feyre. Even if you two don’t have anything left of the bond , you love her. I know you do. What did she do to you ? Is it her magic that’s enchanted you?”

Cassian released me after his speech and I straightened up, expecting an explanation from our High Lord.

His mouth opened like he was about to tell us something but then closed it again.

He put his hands in his pants pockets and switched to his royal character .

“ I can assure you everything I do is because I want to do it. I m your Lord don’t forget that. I don’t have to give you an explanation of anything.” And with that he turned around and walked away .

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Rhysand’s pov:

Her smell and the pull in my chest led me right to her.

She was sitting by the window.

How often had I found her in the same position starring out at the view before her?

Legs tugged under her chin and arms curled around her.

The sadness coming from her had Ripped me out of my research state.

I had been worried senseless when I couldn’t find her in the house.

But then the pull in my chest had lead me straight to her.

I closed silently the door.

She turned her head in my direction and I could see the tears covering her cheeks.

What had he done?

Azriel , his brother , his family had he hurt her? He wouldn’t.

I walked with a fast pace towards her but stopped the moment she put her hand out.

“Don’t.” Was all she said. I blinked confused.

“What is it Darling ? Are you ok?” Her expression turned pained. Had I upset her?

“You have a mate a..and i have a mate.” She whispered and disbelieve mirrored her face , it seemed that the Realisation of It had just hit her.

My heart pounding and my head shaking in shock.

“No that’s not, i mean i …” It seemed wise to stop for a moment and think before I spoke.

There was not a lot of incidents where I was made speechless but this was definitely one of them.

What could I say to explain the situation?

And Azriel against all odds had told her she was his mate?

He had to give it to him , if they would be in a match of chess he definitely would be having the upper hand right about now .

Sadly for Azriel, he had learned a lot from his father over the years as a young male most of it he had pushed back deep into his mind not wanting to step into the footsteps of such a cruel man but seeing what he was up against he might as well completely embrace it.

In the End he always won a good game of chess.

He straightened up drove his hand through his hair and presented the High Lord of the Night court.

“And what exactly, is it that you feel for this so called mate , my love?”

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part5, Part6, Part7,

to be continued……

TagList : 🐚@sidthedollface2 🐚@thehighlordishere 🐚@judig92 🐚@hnyclover 🐚@schinug

#acotar fanfic #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel x oc #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #rhys x y/n #rhys x you

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softearz · 6 months ago

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hello! sending through a joe goldberg request.

i hope this will be okay considering you haven’t put up your rules yet (:

i was kind of thinking of some scene were the reader (preferably female!) walks in on joe murdering someone? maybe it’s a close friend of her’s, or maybe it’s somebody totally random.

but it’s kind of about how they deal with it afterwards? like whether reader reacts badly or not! but you can decide that (:

thank you <3

ty for requesting!! i don't know if that exactly what you wanted, but i hope you'll like it <3

𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾 𝐼𝑁 𝑂𝑁 𝐽𝑂𝐸 𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑆𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑂𝑁𝐸. ౨ৎ fem!reader, angst, mentions of blood & murder, established friendship, english's not my first language so there might be some mistakes here! - 1.2k

"joe ?" you called for the third time in the empty bookshop. it was odd ; usually, you'd meet him here, just before the bookstore closed, so you could tidy up together. it was like a routine. one day you asked him if he needed help, and ever since, you insisted on staying when you had the time. and your friendship grew... unexpectedly.

you liked being with him ; he was easy, you didn't have to do small talk with him. sometimes you could just stay in a comfortable silence, surrounded by books and the sound of the rain against the windows.

you sighed as you picked up your phone, checking for the millionth time to see if you had a response from your friend; it had been days since he had given any sign of life. you concluded that he must have taken a break, but that was so unusual of him to leave you without any news. anyways, you thought as your thumb pressed the "call" button next to joe's name.

he must have gone home, or left early. but as you turned on your heels, ready to go home, your phone against your ear, something stopped you. a ringstone.

you knew this ringstone, it was joe's. maybe he left his phone here? it made no sense at all, he would've come to pick it up earlier.

you frowned, following the sound. it seemed to come from the bookshop's reserve, in the basement. joe told you that this was where the rare books were stored, and that was why nobody was allowed there except him ; surely, he wouldn't blame you for checking his phone, right?

as you climbed down the stairs, you noticed the light was on, and noise was coming out of the room. didn't he hear you when you called him? you stopped. maybe he didn't want to see you, maybe that's why he didn't answer. maybe he doesn't want you around, or he's sick of you, because you're always there? you stopped for a minute, unsure what to do.

but after all, maybe he needed help with something, or maybe he really didn't hear you. your eyes took a minute to adapt to the flashing light of the neons and, as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you looked around, searching for him.

"joe? i tried to call you, but you—"

the words died on your tongue as you spotted him. your heart dropped and your breath got stuck on your throat as his head shot up, a panicked look in his eyes.

"y/n? what the hell are you doing here?"

you didn't answer. instead, you turned around, taking the stairs two at a time, as quickly as possible. you needed to leave this place, right now. his voice was calling you, following you as your panicked breaths were all you could hear, your heart in your throat.

you were going to throw up. it was a nightmare, it couldn't be real. what you saw back there, it wasn't him. he was a bookseller, he was not... flashes of the scene downstairs flashed into your mind, and it was all you could think about.

the cage, the pool off blood, and the body, god, the body... his face looked as if it had been savagely attacked by an animal. no wonder why he didn't reply to your texts. how long has he been in there? what the fuck happened?

"y/n, stop running away from me, for fuck's sake"

a hand wrapped around your elbow with too much force for you to escape. you chocked on a sob as you tried to break away from his hold, tears now running free on your cheeks. what was gonna happen to you now? were you doing to die, too?

"hey, please calm down, okay? i can explain" looking into his reassuring eyes shouldn't have calm you down, but you did, a little.

"explain what? why my friend is lying dead on your basement's floor?" he knew you didn't believe him ; he must know, because there was no way he could explain such a thing ; you saw it yourself, he was knelt next to the corpse, as it he'd just done it.

"he was bad for you, i did it for you!" you scoffed, but his grip got tighter. "i swear to god, y/n, you have to listen to me, okay? i did it for you, only for you, you have to trust me. he wasn't good for you, he wasn't even your friend! you didn't know him"

"oh, because i know you?" you scoffed. "let me go" was all you could manage to whisper.

"y/n, don't do that." his eyes got darker, his tone sharper. "you know i can't let you go."

of course he couldn't let you go. what were you going to do? go straight to the police, tell them everything you saw? he couldn't let you do that. you were so ungrateful. he did all of this for you, for love, and this was how you thanked him? he put himself in danger for you, rid your life of its problems, and it wasn't enough for you?

he couldn't believe it.

your eyes widened at his words, and you slowly shook your head. "please, no. dont hurt me. i swear, i won't talk to anyone about this. you have my word." at this point, you were just saying everything that came to your mind for him to trust you. you were obviously going to the police after going through those doors; when you'll have their protection, he couldn't harm you. but you were still with him, him and his stare that was just getting darker and you didn't know if you'll even make it out of here alive.

"i'm really sorry." joe said, a look of pity painted on his face, and you didn't even have the time to open your mouth that everything around you became black.

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your eyes fluttered open as a loud thud echoed around you. you've been thrown on the ground, your cheek against the still blood-stained floor of the cage, and as soon as you realised that, you stood up in a hurry, your back hitting one of the glass walls of the cage you saw earlier. in which he murdered your friend. you threw yourself onto the door, banging your fist against it, vomiting a stream of insults in the meantime.

as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs, he seemed to be calmer than earlier, smiling as if nothing happened. as if he didn't just locked you in here.

"you woke up" was all he said, as he got closer to the door.

"someone's gonna come looking for me. my friends are gonna be worried sick, and they'll know it's you, i always come here."

a dark chuckle escaped his lips. "and that's where you're wrong, darling" he said with the same soothing voice. "i have your phone, and you're currently taking a break from all this, you took your flight tonight, straight to europe. you'll come back in a short while. or maybe something tragic will happen to you back there. we'll still have to see. it just depends on you. so, are you going to trust me now?"

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aquaburst3 · 1 year ago

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Since Jamil's birthday, especially his latest card on the JP server, people have been comparing him to Aladdin characters personality wise. Obviously, Jamil is based on Jafar. A lot of his negative traits are taken from him. They're both scheming, manipulative, competitive, have the desire to show off their "greatness" and intelligent to the point of over thinking things. They also both have mind control powers. (Though, it comes from the staff in Jafar's case while Jamil's is his Unique Magic.)

A lot of people in the fandom say that he pulls a lot of elements from Jasmine. Honestly? I kinda see it. Jamil takes a lot of design elements from her like the long black hair. They are both bold, quick thinking, capable and more intelligent than what they let on. Where they greatly differ is that Jasmine is a sassy, outspoken and bold princess while Jamil is reserved, cunning and fiercely loyal to a limited few. Hell, the fact they share some similar traits, but still greatly differ is why I ship him with my own Yuu, who is like a mixture of Jasmine and Dipper Pines. I see him and a Jasmine based character being compatible partners. One comparison that isn't brought up nearly as much is the Genie, especially thematically.

One of the key themes of the movie is freedom, and it's what ties all of the characters together. Aladdin is a poor thief, so he wants to break out of poverty. Jasmine wants freedom to make her own choices, since she feels like she's trapped in a gilded cage. The Genie fits this theme as well. He is arguably the most tragic. Genies in the Disney universe are powerful beings. However, the catch is that they are forced to carry out the wishes of others whether they like or not with only a few exceptions for eternity. Jamil fits that idea to a tee. With Jasmine, while she is trapped in her circumstances, she still has some freedom to make some of her own choices, albeit very limitly. She also breaks out of the palace. If Jafar didn't see Aladdin and her in that weird contraption, I think she could've left her old life for good. The Genie doesn't have ANY. The same goes for Jamil. He's from a poor family and is forced to be a servant of the Asims from cradle to the grave whether he likes it or not. He has to do every task that family asks of him, including completely vile ones like being a poison tester as a child and killing assassins out to get Kalim, or I think is heavily implied in the Japanese version. The only way for him to be free is if Kalim makes that choice. He must make it in order to have an actual character arc and be a dynamic character. But, I disgress. Plus, the Genie has the desire to travel the world like Jamil while Jasmine doesn't as much.

This is also why I think the Scarabia Dou's character arcs should've ended with Kalim promising to free Jamil and his family when he becomes the family head at the end of Book 6 and them going back to exactly the way things were is terrible writing. If Kalim set Jamil free, it would be like how Aladdin freed the Genie. It would actually show that Kalim has matured after his character development in Book 5. Going back to the way things were rips any of that away.

I think everyone in the fandom can agree that the Iago comparison is bullshit. I can't think of anything they have in common!

#jamil viper #aqua rambles #twisted wonderland #twst jamil #princess jasmine #aladdin genie

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jextell2514 · 2 months ago

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Hi! Tal here! If you’re feeling inspired to write anything please do! if you need any inspiration I really like your Amber time travel au and also the Jarra and Amber swap. But whatever’s on your mind is good!

ummm for fic recs I’ll read most fics if they’re in a fandom I’m in. Ummm really angst and fluffy stuff is fun! I love hurt/comfort and character studies. I like canon divergence best as an au setting! Esp crossovers idk why lol.

thanks for offering to do this btw!

Of course! Honestly I mostly just wanted some external motivation lol so thanks for providing!

I've been thinking lately about the Jarra and Amber swap because I was talking about it with someone IRL, and I think I actually do want to acknowledge the language barrier because of the angst potential. The snippet I already wrote would probably change a little but not too much because I headcanon that Jarra (like the nerd she is) actually learned English, kinda like how some people learn Latin today. So does Fian, although that's more for plot convenience.

Amber, however, most definitely does not speak Language.

I woke up and looked around wildly. I was in an unfamiliar room, with a strange man sitting by the side of the bed I was in. What had happened? Where was I? Adika wouldn't have let just anyone come to see me, and he certainly wouldn't have let me be taken--

Then I remembered. The package from my mother. Opening it. The voice in my head. The crystal cage, trying to crush me out of existence as my three-year-old self took over my life.

I wasn't in the crystal cage anymore, but I wasn't in my unit either. That meant the imprint was removed, and I was awake, but... since I wasn't in my unit, it might be too late to escape.

The stranger was saying something, but it sounded like gibberish, and I knew it must be the language of another Hive. Elden's Hive.

This man couldn't be Elden, because he didn't look anything like Forge, but he must be working with him to kidnap me to his Hive.

The stranger repeated the same gibberish phrase, but more urgently.

I decided to play clueless. If I could get some privacy, I might be able to call someone for help, explain that I hadn't requested this transfer of my own free will.

"Where am I?" I asked.

The man's eyes widened in apparent concern. He said another incomprehensible word, then tilted his head at me in a questioning motion.

"Where am I? What happened?" I said, frustrated. Not only had they kidnapped me, they couldn't even bother to translate somehow?

He pursed his lips, then pulled something off his sleeve that looked almost like a dataview but wasn't. Maybe they had different dataviews here.

He waited in silence until a blonde boy, about my age, came rushing in, and exclaimed a single word. "Jarra!" Perhaps that was the man's name? The man stopped him from coming right up to me, and they began talking to each other in their language.

Eventually, I gave in to my irritation and said, "What is going on?!"

The boy paused and looked at me. Then, finally, he said something that I could actually understand. "Why are you speaking English?"

"You haven't exactly deigned to imprint me with your language yet," I said acidly, and regretted it. Lucas had said that imprints could damage my telepathy, and I had seen in his thoughts just how vital I was to the Hive.

The boy's brows furrowed. "I'm guessing... Jarra, you don't remember me?"

"My name's not Jarra."

#janet edwards #hive future #portal future #amber/jarra swap au #my aus

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stephaniebrownslover · 1 year ago

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Stray Souls[A TicciWork Centric Creepypasta Fanfiction]—Part 1 | Prologue|

I decided to upload this story on here since not many people showed interest on AO3. Like it has 108 read and 5 kudos, this fandom is really dead.

Anyways this is my first writing ever, I have started writing in January of 2022. It's a 16-year-old-bad rather than a 12-year-old-bad but it's still awful. This was my first creepypasta fic so the characters may seem out of character.

I'm publishing this story with only little editing.

Read it at your own will.

Also if you decide to read, please act like Toby stutters because I can't write them properly.

Ships: Hoodie x Kate The Chaser, Mary Vaughn x Jane The Killer, Clockwork x Ticci Toby

Love.

A 4-letter word.

But why doesn't this 3-letter word have the same effect on everyone?

Why does it arouse a great feeling of hatred in some while butterflies are flying around in some people's stomachs?

What exactly is love?

Is it like a winding maze that tooks a long time and disappoints you most of the time, or is it like a chess board where you take each step by sifting carefully and analyzing exhaustively?

Is it the two halves of an apple that complement each other in perfect harmony, or is it two opposite sides of a locket, that despite being completely opposite to each other, form a unique image when they come together? But what if it's something else instead of these two?

Perhaps love is when two people accept and complete each other's flaws and oddities as they are. Who knows?

Who exactly said that we must have to fit it into a pattern?

A young soul full of pain, both of whom have lived hell on earth.

They are both full of anger and cruelty against life.

What happens if these two people, who are both very similar and very different from each other, get together?

Do they complement each other like two puzzle pieces that have been missing for a long time, or is it a living example of fire and gunpowder coming together?

Who knows what will happen?

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

"You know what? The first moment I saw your emerald green eye, I felt like I had found something I hadn't known I lacked for a long time."

"You've spending a lot of time with Liu lately."

The young boy's giggle, which was already quite light, had come out too muffled to be heard, which had been thoroughly blocked by his mask. Nevertheless, he could tell that the brown-haired girl was laughing because her head was on his chest. She could also say the same thing for the brown-haired boy, from the way his own rib cage was moving up and down faster than usual. They were lying against each other in the darkness of the night, which covered the area like a blanket. It was a very peaceful moment for both of them.

Who needed therapy or relaxing sounds when you could sleep together at the end of a long day full of endless work?

"What, so I can't compliment to my love?"

"Normally you don't, so you probably want something."

"Not at all! I just wanted to say Toi tu es mon soleil dicen et mon coeur ne bat pas sans toi."

"What the fuck does that mean, you trying magic trick or something?"

"No, I was speaking in French. Just wanted to be a little romantic. Wasn't I?"

"Ooh, so you were saying that to yourself in the mirror today, thought you had an imaginary friend or went nuts finally."

"Don't you dare bring Richard to that."

A foolish smile had taken its place on Toby's face as Clockwork frowned at his words where she lay.

"What the hell does this mean, and why are you saying words that seem romantic for no reason? Besides, did you take your ass out of your head to try to memorize it?"

Toby, just as he was about to start talking, Clockwork said something else and his word got stuck in his mouth.

"If you want to adopt a seal and be her father, and you're sucking up to me for it, I swear to fucking god-"

He let out a hearty laugh as his body shook with a sudden tic.

"Wow, know me so well."

''I know."

The last word she said had come out as hoarsely as a whisper. Although she wanted to continue talking, the fact that she hadn't slept for close to a week had made her faint from exhaustion, and she didn't even have enough strength to manage to keep her eyes open.

Her eyelids were now against her brain, which had caused her to involuntarily close her eyes due to fatigue.

The tick-tock sounds that echoed inside her brain were gradually disappearing. The silence, on the other hand, was unexpectedly very peaceful. Progressively, as she let herself fall into the sweet arms of sleep, a feeling of confidence was instilling in her that she was with the person she felt safe with, perhaps that was the reason she was going to fall asleep.

Toby, after not hearing a sound for a while, finally guessed that the girl between his arms had fallen asleep. He hated that she was beating herself up by keeping herself awake for so long, but it wasn't easy to tell such thing to someone stubborn enough to succeed in gaining a place in the history of world records for stubbornness.

Although he was sure that she could not hear him, he whispered in the ear of the girl in his arms before closing his eyes and going to the realm of dreams.

"I love you."

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.o| It's a small world : XXII |o.

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His head was spinning, his eyes struggling to open as he tried to work out what was happening. Taehyung tried to move his hands, but the pain of the bonds made him moan softly, as he turned his head right, then left, to see where the hell he'd ended up. It was strange, his mouth pasty, his wrists aching, his head like a brick. The acrid taste on his lips made him slowly panic, his condition proving to him that he had consumed something illicit, which he would never have taken in his normal state, and Taehyung replayed the sequence of events in his head. He was at the festivals, Jimin was giving the best performance of all time, Jungkook had moved away for a second, a blink of an eye, before he felt something stick in his throat. Panic overcomes him, as he is now fully conscious, locked behind this thick glass cage, his eyes getting used to the strange darkness with difficulty. His heart sinks, painfully in his temples, as he searches for something he recognizes, to find out where he is, but he doesn't recognize anything.

“- Awake at last. Excuse this little… inconvenience, but it had to be done if I was to have a chance to interview you.

- You are… Damarro.

- I see my prestige precedes me. But I'll take you, call me Heisukei.”

He recognizes the man from the party, from his vacation at the chalet, the place is white, like a laboratory, somewhere underground. There was no resonance when neither of them spoke, and Taehyung took a breath before looking at him again. Heisukei was taller than Jungkook, or a normal Korean, which told him he must certainly be American, or European. He couldn't see him well in the half-light, hidden behind the large tubes. Taehyung wasn't sure he wanted to understand what was inside. He didn't even really want to be here, to be perfectly frank.

“- What do you want from me?

- Me? Not much. I have nothing against prestigious doctors like you. I even find you fascinating, a real waste when it comes to your decision to stop practicing altogether.

- I only stopped working for you.

- Exactly what I say, a waste.”

A thud startled him, as he saw a shadow pass by, two military-looking men forcibly dragging the hospital director away, under Taehyung's curious and questioning gaze, he was lost, not understanding what was happening, or where it was all going to lead him. Heisukei had this kind of terrifying smile, as he let the men shove the old man into a capsule.

“- Let me show you my work, Mr. Kim, so we can understand each other better, and have an adult conversation.”

With a wave of his hand, he tells the two men to start work, and they both move to one side of the tube, each grabbing one of the levers, before lowering it in perfect synchronization. A howl of pain passes the man, before a propeller noise is heard and Taehyung cries out, a mixture of pure horror and terror, trying to free himself to potentially help the man in his pain. The shredding noise finally stopped, as did the screams, before the large tubes, hitherto invisible because transparent, filled with the red liquid. The man had been transformed into an amont of flesh, leaving only his nectar. Horrified, Taehyung watched the scene as if in slow motion. The door opens, and all that's left inside are bits of bone, which Taehyung looks at Heisukei, trying to understand why he'd let him discover something so macabre.

“- Now that we're on the same wavelength, we're going to have a very interesting conversation about my companion.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Come on, don't play that game, Doctor. Your life's at stake, you know?”

-x-

No matter how loud the music, Jungkook can't quite get into it. For the fifteenth time, he puts his phone to his ear, listening to the long beeps, before finally hearing the unpleasant voice of the answering machine. A long shiver of terror runs down his spine, and he tries again, looking around, trying to find a sound resembling a ringtone, but the place is too noisy, so he hears nothing but background music. An animated growl passes his frustrated lips, as Jungkook looks around again for a face he knows, before quickly approaching Min Yoongi's minty head.

“- Have you seen Taehyung?

- Nope. Not since just now. Why not?

- He's not answering his phone.

- Maybe he can't hear it?”

Yoongi looks at him, realizing that he clearly doesn't want to hear something like that, and pulls out his phone, trying to reach Jungkook's lover as well. Direct messaging, so he calls Jimin, looking for a less noisy corner to have a better conversation than with the bass noises. Several intonations are heard, before they hang up on him, and his eyebrows furrow, he tries again, but this time, nothing. No dial tone, just the answering machine directly, Jungkook can understand when Yoongi turns paler than average, that something's wrong.

“- What?

- Something's wrong .”

The realization of this information makes Jungkook pinch his lower lip as an expletive passes his lips, he grabs his phone with more fury, dialing the emergency number of their illegal little group, barking out his orders, as Hoseok comes in a little panicked, understanding that the three of them have the same problem without needing to really talk.

“No mercy. I don't want to hear it, the first one who finds him gets a good shot.”

-x-

The heavy silence buzzes in his ears, as Jimin takes the bucket of icy water over the fresh burns of torture, a grinding of teeth passes his lips, he can no longer really speak, nor answer, he barely straightens his eyes when his hair is pulled back, making him scrape the cold, soaked ground. The man in front of him glares at him as he punches him again, this time in the stomach, causing him to regurgitate the alcohol he'd consumed earlier in the evening.

“- Disgusting.

- Speak for yourself. You type like a little girl.

- Tch. Aren't you going to answer me? Your buddy spilled the beans a long time ago.

- Then why are you hitting me?”

The man loses patience with Jimin's attitude, and takes another blow, making him stagger. If he wasn't tied up with his wrists in the air, like a common animal, he'd already be rolling on the ground. But he could only take a few steps to the side, his head spinning as he tried to stay awake, watching his tormentor circle him like a predator. Jimin had woken up an hour before, in this icy room, and ever since, this creep had been giving him a hard time. Yet he remained sure of himself, making no comment on the man's questions, unwilling to answer any of the obviously stupid man's interrogations, because he would never hand over his friend, even if he had to die to do so. His eyes were cloudy, and he coughed up a little blood. He wasn't a doctor, but it was never a good sign to have something like that pass your lips. Jimin can't hold his head up.

“- You could be smart, and answer me, your death would be quicker you know?

- My death? Yours won't be so sweet.

- He'll never find you. Suga will never know about this.

- You're an idiot. He's probably circling the city already.”

The very idea of Yoongi looking for him makes him smile, even if he had to die, then he'd accept it, he wouldn't die without really loving, and remaining himself. He closed his eyes, terribly tired, as he could feel the man in front of him moving, his last thought before falling completely into a coma being that Suga must have been worried about him, and that he must have looked adorable. The bang of the gunshot being the last thing he can hear, not completely sure whether he's totally alive or not.

The pain in his head seems to have subsided as he finally regains consciousness, the bin of the machine to which he was attached by the drip, his eyes rolling to understand what's happening, as he can feel the arms around his aching body, and the doctor's voice, which he recognizes as Taehyung asking the patient to let some air.

“- Where am I… And Elyzabeth?

- Don't worry, everything's fine. Everything's taken care of.

- Settled?

- Heisukei is no more.”

Nodding, he tries to situate himself in time as he moves a little, to be more comfortable in bed. He was at Yoongi's home, he could recognize the familiar smell of the blankets against his back, before turning his head slowly and seeing what was around him, Taehyung was straight, he had a few bruises too, but he seemed to be doing fine, Yoongi looked like he was about to cry, while Jungkook was on the phone behind them. Elyzabeth wasn't there, so he looked for her a little before Taehyung spoke again.

“- She's gone to get some fresh water, relax now. Patients get better when they're relaxed.

- What happened…? Heisukei..? And the rest?”

Yoongi spoke up, they'd gone through all Heisukei's businesses, one by one, before finding where they'd brought them, taking down everything in their path. They'd arrived just in time for Jimin, his tormentor about to finish him off with a bullet, but Yoongi had been quicker. Jimin nodded again, still feeling the weight of fatigue. Closing his eyes gently as Taehyung embraced Jungkook, telling everyone to let him sleep. They were safe, all of them, and that was the best news of the day for him.

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